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PLUTARCH’S LIVES
By A. H. Clough
CONTENTS
THESEUS
As geographers, Sosius, crowd into the edges of their maps parts of the world which they do not know about, adding notes in the margin to the effect, that beyond this lies nothing but sandy deserts full of wild beasts, unapproachable bogs, Scythian ice, or a frozen sea, so, in this work of mine, in which I have compared the lives of the greatest men with one another, after passing through those periods which probable reasoning can reach to and real history find a footing in, I might very well say of those that are farther off, Beyond this there is nothing but prodigies and fictions, the only inhabitants are the poets and inventors of fables; there is no credit, or certainty any farther. Yet, after publishing an account of Lycurgus the lawgiver and Numa the king, I thought I might, not without reason, ascend as high as to Romulus, being brought by my history so near to his time. Considering therefore with myself
As geographers, Sosius and others cram unknown parts of the world into the edges of their maps, adding notes in the margins saying that beyond this lies nothing but sandy deserts filled with wild beasts, unreachable swamps, Scythian ice, or a frozen sea, so in my work, where I’ve compared the lives of the greatest men, after covering the time periods that logical reasoning can explore and real history can support, I could easily say of those further away, "Beyond this there’s nothing but wonders and myths; the only inhabitants are the poets and makers of stories; there’s no truth or certainty any further." Yet, after detailing the life of Lycurgus the lawgiver and Numa the king, I thought it made sense to reach back to Romulus, since my research has brought me so close to his era. So, reflecting on this,
Whom shall I set so great a man to face?
Or whom oppose? who’s equal to the place?
Whom should I have such a great man confront?
Or who should I oppose? Who's good enough for the challenge?
(as Aeschylus expresses it), I found none so fit as him that peopled the beautiful and far-famed city of Athens, to be set in opposition with the father of the invincible and renowned city of Rome. Let us hope that Fable may, in what shall follow, so submit to the purifying processes of Reason as to take the character of exact history. In any case, however, where it shall be found contumaciously slighting credibility, and refusing to be reduced to anything like probable fact, we shall beg that we may meet with candid readers, and such as will receive with indulgence the stories of antiquity.
(as Aeschylus puts it), I found no one more suitable than him who populated the beautiful and famous city of Athens, to stand in contrast with the father of the unbeatable and celebrated city of Rome. Let's hope that Fable may, in what follows, undergo the cleansing processes of Reason to take on the character of precise history. In any case, wherever it is found stubbornly disregarding credibility and refusing to be brought down to anything resembling likely fact, we ask that we may encounter open-minded readers, who will kindly accept the stories of the past.
Theseus seemed to me to resemble Romulus in many particulars. Both of them, born out of wedlock and of uncertain parentage, had the repute of being sprung from the gods.
Theseus reminded me of Romulus in several ways. Both were born out of wedlock and had unclear backgrounds, yet were believed to be descended from the gods.
Both warriors; that by all the world’s allowed.
Both warriors; that by everyone in the world agrees.
Both of them united with strength of body an equal vigor mind; and of the two most famous cities of the world the one built Rome, and the other made Athens be inhabited. Both stand charged with the rape of women; neither of them could avoid domestic misfortunes nor jealousy at home; but towards the close of their lives are both of them said to have incurred great odium with their countrymen, if, that is, we may take the stories least like poetry as our guide to the truth.
Both of them combined physical strength with equally strong minds; and of the two most famous cities in the world, one built Rome and the other made Athens a place to live. Both are burdened with the violation of women; neither could escape domestic troubles or jealousy at home; but towards the end of their lives, both are said to have faced significant hatred from their fellow citizens, if we can consider the stories that are least poetic as our source of truth.
The lineage of Theseus, by his father’s side, ascends as high as to Erechtheus and the first inhabitants of Attica. By his mother’s side he was descended of Pelops. For Pelops was the most powerful of all the kings of Peloponnesus, not so much by the greatness of his riches as the multitude of his children, having married many daughters to chief men, and put many sons in places of command in the towns round about him. One of whom named Pittheus, grandfather to Theseus, was governor of the small city of the Troezenians, and had the repute of a man of the greatest knowledge and wisdom of his time; which then, it seems, consisted chiefly in grave maxims, such as the poet Hesiod got his great fame by, in his book of Works and Days. And, indeed, among these is one that they ascribe to Pittheus,—
The family tree of Theseus on his father's side goes all the way back to Erechtheus and the original settlers of Attica. On his mother's side, he was descended from Pelops. Pelops was the most powerful king of Peloponnesus, not just because of his wealth, but due to the number of his children. He married many of his daughters off to influential men and placed many of his sons in positions of authority in nearby towns. One of these sons, named Pittheus, who was the grandfather of Theseus, governed the small city of Troezen and was known as the wisest and most knowledgeable man of his day. Back then, wisdom often came in the form of serious sayings, similar to those that brought the poet Hesiod his fame in his work, "Works and Days." Indeed, there’s a saying attributed to Pittheus—
Unto a friend suffice
A stipulated price;
Unto a friend is enough
A set price;
which, also, Aristotle mentions. And Euripides, by calling Hippolytus “scholar of the holy Pittheus,” shows the opinion that the world had of him.
which, also, Aristotle mentions. And Euripides, by referring to Hippolytus as “student of the holy Pittheus,” reflects the view that people had of him.
Aegeus, being desirous of children, and consulting the oracle of Delphi, received the celebrated answer which forbade him the company of any woman before his return to Athens. But the oracle being so obscure as not to satisfy him that he was clearly forbid this, he went to Troezen, and communicated to Pittheus the voice of the god, which was in this manner,—
Aegeus, wanting to have children, went to the oracle of Delphi and got the famous response that warned him not to be with any woman until he returned to Athens. However, the oracle's message was so unclear that he wasn't sure he was really forbidden from doing so. He went to Troezen and shared the god's message with Pittheus, which was as follows,—
Loose not the wine-skin foot, thou chief of men,
Until to Athens thou art come again.
Don't lose the wine skin, chief of men,
Until you return to Athens again.
Pittheus, therefore, taking advantage from the obscurity of the oracle, prevailed upon him, it is uncertain whether by persuasion or deceit, to lie with his daughter Aethra. Aegeus afterwards, knowing her whom he had lain with to be Pittheus’s daughter, and suspecting her to be with child by him, left a sword and a pair of shoes, hiding them under a great stone that had a hollow in it exactly fitting them; and went away making her only privy to it, and commanding her, if she brought forth a son who, when he came to man’s estate, should be able to lift up the stone and take away what he had left there, she should send him away to him with those things with all secrecy, and with injunctions to him as much as possible to conceal his journey from every one; for he greatly feared the Pallantidae, who were continually mutinying against him, and despised him for his want of children, they themselves being fifty brothers, all sons of Pallas.
Pittheus, taking advantage of the oracle's ambiguity, convinced Aegeus—it's unclear if it was through persuasion or trickery—to sleep with his daughter Aethra. Later, Aegeus, realizing he had been with Pittheus's daughter and suspecting she might be pregnant, left a sword and a pair of shoes hidden under a large stone perfectly shaped to hold them. He told her about this in private, instructing her that if she gave birth to a son who, when he grew up, could lift the stone and take what he had left, she should send him to him with those items in secret, also advising him to keep his journey hidden from everyone. Aegeus was deeply afraid of the Pallantidae, who were always rebelling against him and looked down on him for not having children, while they themselves were fifty brothers, all the sons of Pallas.
When Aethra was delivered of a son, some say that he was immediately named Theseus, from the tokens which his father had put under the stone; others that he received his name afterwards at Athens, when Aegeus acknowledged him for his son. He was brought up under his grandfather Pittheus, and had a tutor and attendant set over him named Connidas, to whom the Athenians, even to this time, the day before the feast that is dedicated to Theseus, sacrifice a ram, giving this honor to his memory upon much juster grounds than to Silanio and Parrhasius, for making pictures and statues of Theseus. There being then a custom for the Grecian youth, upon their first coming to man’s estate, to go to Delphi and offer first-fruits of their hair to the god, Theseus also went thither, and a place there to this day is yet named Thesea, as it is said, from him. He clipped only the fore part of his head, as Homer says the Abantes did.% And this sort of tonsure was from him named Theseis. The Abantes first used it, not in imitation of the Arabians, as some imagine, nor of the Mysians, but because they were a warlike people, and used to close fighting, and above all other nations accustomed to engage hand to hand; as Archilochus testifies in these verses: —
When Aethra gave birth to a son, some say he was immediately named Theseus based on the tokens his father placed under the stone; others say he got his name later in Athens when Aegeus recognized him as his son. He was raised by his grandfather Pittheus and had a tutor and caretaker named Connidas. Even today, the Athenians sacrifice a ram in Connidas' honor the day before the feast dedicated to Theseus, honoring him for more justifiable reasons than Silanio and Parrhasius, who made pictures and statues of Theseus. There was then a tradition for Greek youth, upon reaching adulthood, to go to Delphi and offer the first-cuttings of their hair to the god. Theseus also went there, and there's still a place named Thesea in his honor. He only trimmed the front part of his hair, as Homer mentions the Abantes did. This style of haircut was later called Theseis. The Abantes adopted it, not because they were imitating the Arabians or the Mysians, but because they were a warrior people known for close combat, particularly hand-to-hand fighting, as Archilochus points out in these lines: —
Slings shall not whirl, nor many arrows fly,
When on the plain the battle joins; but swords,
Man against man, the deadly conflict try,
As is the practice of Euboea’s lords
Skilled with the spear.—
Slings shouldn't spin, and arrows shouldn't zoom,
When the battle hits the field; instead, swords,
Man to man, should face the deadly fight,
Just like the lords of Euboea do,
Experts with the spear.—
Therefore that they might not give their enemies a hold by their hair, they cut it in this manner. They write also that this was the reason why Alexander gave command to his captains that all the beards of the Macedonians should be shaved, as being the readiest hold for an enemy.
Therefore, so they wouldn't give their enemies a way to grab them by the hair, they cut it like this. They also write that this was why Alexander ordered his captains to have all the beards of the Macedonians shaved, as they were the easiest way for an enemy to grab hold.
Aethra for some time concealed the true parentage of Theseus, and a report was given out by Pittheus that he was begotten by Neptune; for the Troezenians pay Neptune the highest veneration. He is their tutelar god, to him they offer all their first-fruits, and in his honor stamp their money with a trident.
Aethra kept the true parentage of Theseus hidden for a while, and Pittheus claimed that he was fathered by Neptune, since the people of Troezen hold Neptune in the highest regard. He is their protective god, and they offer him their first-fruits, even stamping their coins with a trident in his honor.
Theseus displaying not only great strength of body, but equal bravery, and a quickness alike and force of understanding, his mother Aethra, conducting him to the stone, and informing him who was his true father, commanded him to take from thence the tokens that Aegeus had left, and to sail to Athens. He without any difficulty set himself to the stone and lifted it up; but refused to take his journey by sea, though it was much the safer way, and though his mother and grandfather begged him to do so. For it was at that time very dangerous to go by land on the road to Athens, no part of it being free from robbers and murderers. That age produced a sort of men, in force of hand, and swiftness of foot, and strength of body, excelling the ordinary rate, and wholly incapable of fatigue; making use, however, of these gifts of nature to no good or profitable purpose for mankind, but rejoicing and priding themselves in insolence, and taking the benefit of their superior strength in the exercise of inhumanity and cruelty, and in seizing, forcing, and committing all manner of outrages upon every thing that fell into their hands; all respect for others, all justice, they thought, all equity and humanity, though naturally lauded by common people, either out of want of courage to commit injuries or fear to receive them, yet no way concerned those who were strong enough to win for themselves. Some of these, Hercules destroyed and cut off in his passage through these countries, but some, escaping his notice while he was passing by, fled and hid themselves, or else were spared by him in contempt of their abject submission; and after that Hercules fell into misfortune, and, having slain Iphitus, retired to Lydia, and for a long time was there slave to Omphale, a punishment which he had imposed upon himself for the murder, then, indeed, Lydia enjoyed high peace and security, but in Greece and the countries about it the like villanies again revived and broke out, there being none to repress or chastise them. It was therefore a very hazardous journey to travel by land from Athens to Peloponnesus; and Pittheus, giving him an exact account of each of these robbers and villains, their strength, and the cruelty they used to all strangers, tried to persuade Theseus to go by sea. But he, it seems, had long since been secretly fired by the glory of Hercules, held him in the highest estimation, and was never more satisfied than in listening to any that gave an account of him; especially those that had seen him, or had been present at any action or saying of his. So that he was altogether in the same state of feeling as, in after ages, Themistocles was, when he said that he could not sleep for the trophy of Miltiades; entertaining such admiration for the virtue of Hercules, that in the night his dreams were all of that hero’s actions. and in the day a continual emulation stirred him up to perform the like. Besides, they were related, being born of cousins-german. For Aethra was daughter of Pittheus, and Alcmena of Lysidice; and Lysidice and Pittheus were brother and sister, children of Hippodamia and Pelops. He thought it therefore a dishonorable thing, and not to be endured, that Hercules should go out everywhere, and purge both land and sea from wicked men, and he himself should fly from the like adventures that actually came in his way; disgracing his reputed father by a mean flight by sea, and not showing his true one as good evidence of the greatness of his birth by noble and worthy actions, as by the tokens that he brought with him, the shoes and the sword.
Theseus showed not only immense physical strength but also bravery and quick intelligence. His mother, Aethra, led him to the stone and explained who his real father was. She instructed him to take the tokens that Aegeus had left behind and to sail to Athens. He easily lifted the stone but refused to travel by sea, even though it was a much safer option and his mother and grandfather urged him to do so. At that time, traveling overland to Athens was very dangerous, as the entire route was plagued by robbers and murderers. The era was inhabited by a type of men who excelled in strength, agility, and endurance, but instead of using these gifts for good, they reveled in their arrogance and committed acts of cruelty and violence against anyone they encountered. They had no regard for respect, justice, or humanity, which were values admired by ordinary people either because they lacked the courage to inflict harm or feared being harmed in return, yet these ideals meant nothing to those strong enough to take what they wanted. Hercules dealt with some of these villains during his travels, but others escaped his notice or were spared out of disdain for their cowardice. After Hercules faced misfortune, having killed Iphitus and later becoming a slave to Omphale in Lydia as punishment for his actions, Lydia enjoyed a time of peace. However, similar wickedness re-emerged in Greece and surrounding regions, as there was no one to control or punish these wrongdoers. Thus, traveling by land from Athens to Peloponnesus was very risky. Pittheus gave Theseus a detailed account of the robbers' strength and brutality towards strangers, trying to convince him to take the sea route. But Theseus had long been inspired by Hercules's glory, admired him greatly, and felt the most satisfaction when listening to stories about him, especially from those who had witnessed him in action. This admiration was similar to what, in later times, Themistocles expressed when he couldn’t sleep because of Miltiades' trophy; Theseus’s dreams were filled with the heroic deeds of Hercules, propelling him to achieve the same in reality. Moreover, they were related, being cousins. Aethra was the daughter of Pittheus, and Alcmena was the daughter of Lysidice; Lysidice and Pittheus were siblings, the children of Hippodamia and Pelops. Because of this, Theseus thought it shameful to let Hercules travel everywhere, ridding both land and sea of evil men, while he himself turned away from similar challenges that presented themselves. It would disgrace his reputed father through a cowardly retreat by sea, instead of demonstrating his noble heritage through great and honorable actions like the tokens he carried with him, the shoes and the sword.
With this mind and these thoughts, he set forward with a design to do injury to nobody, but to repel and revenge himself of all those that should offer any. And first of all, in a set combat, he slew Periphetes, in the neighborhood of Epidaurus, who used a club for his arms, and from thence had the name of Corynetes, or the club-bearer; who seized upon him, and forbade him to go forward in his journey. Being pleased with the club, he took it, and made it his weapon, continuing to use it as Hercules did the lion’s skin, on whose shoulders that served to prove how huge a beast he had killed; and to the same end Theseus carried about him this club; overcome indeed by him, but now, in his hands, invincible.
With these thoughts in mind, he set out with the intent to harm no one, but to defend himself and seek revenge against anyone who attacked him. First, in a duel, he killed Periphetes near Epidaurus, who fought with a club and was known as Corynetes, or the club-bearer. Corynetes confronted him and blocked his path. Liking the club, he took it as his weapon, using it much like Hercules used the lion's skin as a trophy, demonstrating the size of the beast he had slain. Likewise, Theseus carried this club; he had defeated Corynetes, but now, in his hands, it was unbeatable.
Passing on further towards the Isthmus of Peloponnesus, he slew Sinnis, often surnamed the Bender of Pines, after the same manner in which he himself had destroyed many others before. And this he did without having either practiced or ever learnt the art of bending these trees, to show that natural strength is above all art. This Sinnis had a daughter of remarkable beauty and stature, called Perigune, who, when her father was killed, fled, and was sought after everywhere by Theseus; and coming into a place overgrown with brushwood shrubs, and asparagus- thorn, there, in a childlike, innocent manner, prayed and begged them, as if they understood her, to give her shelter, with vows that if she escaped she would never cut them down nor burn them. But Theseus calling upon her, and giving her his promise that he would use her with respect, and offer her no injury, she came forth, and in due time bore him a son, named Melanippus; but afterwards was married to Deioneus, the son of Eurytus, the Oechalian, Theseus himself giving her to him. Ioxus, the son of this Melanippus who was born to Theseus, accompanied Ornytus in the colony that he carried with him into Caria, whence it is a family usage amongst the people called Ioxids, both male and female, never to burn either shrubs or asparagus-thorn, but to respect and honor them.
Continuing on to the Isthmus of Peloponnesus, he killed Sinnis, often called the Bender of Pines, just as he had defeated many others before him. He did this without ever having trained or learned the skill of bending trees, demonstrating that natural strength surpasses all technique. Sinnis had a daughter named Perigune, who was exceptionally beautiful and tall. When her father was killed, she fled and was pursued everywhere by Theseus. She found herself in a thicket full of brush and asparagus-thorn, where, in a naïve and innocent way, she prayed and pleaded with the plants, as if they could hear her, to provide her refuge, promising that if she escaped, she would never cut them down or burn them. Theseus called out to her and assured her that he would treat her with respect and cause her no harm. She emerged, and eventually, she bore him a son named Melanippus. Later, she married Deioneus, the son of Eurytus of Oechalia, with Theseus himself giving her to him. Ioxus, the son of Melanippus, who was born to Theseus, joined Ornytus in the colony he took to Caria, which led to a custom among the people known as the Ioxids, both men and women, to never burn either shrubs or asparagus-thorn, but to respect and honor them.
The Crommyonian sow, which they called Phaea, was a savage and formidable wild beast, by no means an enemy to be despised. Theseus killed her, going out of his way on purpose to meet and engage her, so that he might not seem to perform all his great exploits out of mere necessity ; being also of opinion that it was the part of a brave man to chastise villainous and wicked men when attacked by them, but to seek out and overcome the more noble wild beasts. Others relate that Phaea was a woman, a robber full of cruelty and lust, that lived in Crommyon, and had the name of Sow given her from the foulness of her life and manners, and afterwards was killed by Theseus. He slew also Sciron, upon the borders of Megara, casting him down from the rocks, being, as most report, a notorious robber of all passengers, and, as others add, accustomed, out of insolence and wantonness, to stretch forth his feet to strangers, commanding them to wash them, and then while they did it, with a kick to send them down the rock into the sea. The writers of Megara, however, in contradiction to the received report, and, as Simonides expresses it, “fighting with all antiquity,” contend that Sciron was neither a robber nor doer of violence, but a punisher of all such, and the relative and friend of good and just men; for Aeacus, they say, was ever esteemed a man of the greatest sanctity of all the Greeks; and Cychreus, the Salaminian, was honored at Athens with divine worship; and the virtues of Peleus and Telamon were not unknown to any one. Now Sciron was son-in-law to Cychreus, father-in-law to Aeacus, and grandfather to Peleus and Telamon, who were both of them sons of Endeis, the daughter of Sciron and Chariclo; it was not probable, therefore, that the best of men should make these alliances with one who was worst, giving and receiving mutually what was of greatest value and most dear to them. Theseus, by their account, did not slay Sciron in his first journey to Athens, but afterwards, when he took Eleusis, a city of the Megarians, having circumvented Diocles, the governor. Such are the contradictions in this story. In Eleusis he killed Cercyon, the Arcadian, in a wrestling match. And going on a little farther, in Erineus, he slew Damastes, otherwise called Procrustes, forcing his body to the size of his own bed, as he himself was used to do with all strangers; this he did in imitation of Hercules, who always returned upon his assailants the same sort of violence that they offered to him; sacrificed Busiris, killed Antaeus in wrestling, and Cycnus in single combat, and Termerus by breaking his skull in pieces (whence, they say, comes the proverb of “a Termerian mischief”), for it seems Termerus killed passengers that he met, by running with his head against them. And so also Theseus proceeded in the punishment of evil men, who underwent the same violence from him which they had inflicted upon others, justly suffering after the manner of their own injustice.
The Crommyonian sow, known as Phaea, was a fierce and dangerous wild beast, definitely not an enemy to be underestimated. Theseus intentionally sought her out to kill her, so he wouldn’t seem to accomplish all his great feats out of pure necessity; he believed that a brave man should punish wicked individuals when attacked, but also seek out and defeat the more noble wild beasts. Others say Phaea was a woman—a cruel and lustful robber living in Crommyon—who earned the name Sow due to the filth of her lifestyle and behavior, and she was killed by Theseus. He also killed Sciron at the borders of Megara by throwing him off the rocks, as most reports claim he was a notorious robber who preyed on travelers. Others add that he used to arrogantly extend his feet to strangers, demanding they wash them, then kicking them off the rock into the sea while they did so. However, the writers from Megara, contradicting the popular account, and as Simonides puts it, “fighting with all antiquity,” argue that Sciron was neither a robber nor a violent man, but rather a punisher of such individuals and a relative and friend of the good and just. They claim Aeacus was always regarded as the most virtuous man among the Greeks, and Cychreus, from Salamis, was worshipped as a god in Athens; the virtues of Peleus and Telamon were well-known to everyone. Sciron was the son-in-law of Cychreus, the father-in-law of Aeacus, and the grandfather of Peleus and Telamon, both sons of Endeis, the daughter of Sciron and Chariclo. Therefore, it seemed unlikely that the best of men would form alliances with the worst, giving and receiving what was most valuable to them. According to their accounts, Theseus didn’t kill Sciron during his first journey to Athens, but later, when he captured Eleusis, a city of the Megarians, after outsmarting Diocles, the governor. These contradictions exist within the story. In Eleusis, he killed Cercyon, the Arcadian, in a wrestling match. Further along in Erineus, he killed Damastes, better known as Procrustes, by forcing his body to fit his own bed, just as Procrustes had done to all strangers; Theseus did this following the example of Hercules, who returned the same kind of violence that was inflicted upon him—he sacrificed Busiris, defeated Antaeus in wrestling, and killed Cycnus in single combat, and smashed Termerus’s skull (thus, the saying “a Termerian mischief”), since Termerus was known for killing travelers by charging at them with his head. In this way, Theseus continued to punish evil men, meting out the same violence on them that they had inflicted on others, justly suffering as a result of their own injustices.
As he went forward on his journey, and was come as far as the river Cephisus, some of the race of the Phytalidae met him and saluted him, and, upon his desire to use the purifications, then in custom, they performed them with all the usual ceremonies, and, having offered propitiatory sacrifices to the gods, invited him and entertained him at their house, a kindness which, in all his journey hitherto, he had not met.
As he continued on his journey and reached the river Cephisus, some members of the Phytalidae tribe encountered him and greeted him. When he expressed his wish to perform the customary purifications, they carried them out with all the traditional rituals. After making offerings to the gods, they invited him to their home and entertained him—a kindness he hadn’t experienced on his journey up to that point.
On the eighth day of Cronius, now called Hecatombaeon, he arrived at Athens, where he found the public affairs full of all confusion, and divided into parties and factions, Aegeus also, and his whole private family, laboring under the same distemper; for Medea, having fled from Corinth, and promised Aegeus to make him, by her art, capable of having children, was living with him. She first was aware of Theseus, whom as yet Aegeus did not know, and he being in years, full of jealousies and suspicions, and fearing every thing by reason of the faction that was then in the city, she easily persuaded him to kill him by poison at a banquet, to which he was to be invited as a stranger. He, coming to the entertainment, thought it not fit to discover himself at once, but, willing to give his father the occasion of first finding him out, the meat being on the table, he drew his sword as if he designed to cut with it; Aegeus, at once recognizing the token, threw down the cup of poison, and, questioning his son, embraced him, and, having gathered together all his citizens, owned him publicly before them, who, on their part, received him gladly for the fame of his greatness and bravery; and it is said, that when the cup fell, the poison was spilt there where now is the enclosed space in the Delphinium; for in that place stood Aegeus’s house, and the figure of Mercury on the east side of the temple is called the Mercury of Aegeus’s gate.
On the eighth day of Cronius, now known as Hecatombaeon, he arrived in Athens, where he found the public affairs in complete chaos, divided into competing parties and factions. Aegeus and his entire household were also struggling with the same issues; Medea, having escaped from Corinth and promised Aegeus that she could help him have children, was living with him. She was the first to notice Theseus, who Aegeus didn't yet know, and being full of jealousy and suspicion, Aegeus was easily convinced by her to kill Theseus with poison at a banquet, where he was to be invited as a stranger. When he arrived at the feast, Theseus thought it best not to reveal himself immediately but wanted to give his father the chance to recognize him first. As the food was being served, he drew his sword as if he intended to use it to cut his meal. Aegeus instantly recognized the sign, dropped the cup of poison, and, after questioning his son, embraced him. He then gathered all the citizens and publicly acknowledged Theseus, who was welcomed enthusiastically for his reputation and bravery. It’s said that when the cup fell, the poison spilled on the spot where the Delphinium is now located; that place used to be Aegeus’s house, and the statue of Mercury on the east side of the temple is known as the Mercury of Aegeus’s gate.
The sons of Pallas, who before were quiet, upon expectation of recovering the kingdom after Aegeus’s death, who was without issue, as soon as Theseus appeared and was acknowledged the successor, highly resenting that Aegeus first, an adopted son only of Pandion, and not at all related to the family of Erechtheus, should be holding the kingdom, and that after him, Theseus, a visitor and stranger, should be destined to succeed to it, broke out into open war. And, dividing themselves into two companies, one part of them marched openly from Sphettus, with their father, against the city, the other, hiding themselves in the village of Gargettus, lay in ambush, with a design to set upon the enemy on both sides. They had with them a crier of the township of Agnus, named Leos, who discovered to Theseus all the designs of the Pallantidae He immediately fell upon those that lay in ambuscade, and cut them all off; upon tidings of which Pallas and his company fled and were dispersed.
The sons of Pallas, who had been quiet, were anticipating the chance to reclaim the kingdom after Aegeus’s death, since he had no heirs. However, as soon as Theseus showed up and was recognized as the heir, they were furious that Aegeus, who was merely an adopted son of Pandion and had no real connection to the family of Erechtheus, was holding the throne. They were even more upset that Theseus, a visitor and outsider, was set to take over next. They erupted into open conflict. They split into two groups: one group marched openly from Sphettus with their father to attack the city, while the other group hid out in the village of Gargettus, planning to ambush the enemy from both sides. They had with them a town crier from Agnus named Leos, who revealed the Pallantidae's plans to Theseus. He immediately attacked those lying in ambush and eliminated them all. Upon hearing this, Pallas and his followers fled and were scattered.
From hence they say is derived the custom among the people of the township of Pallene to have no marriages or any alliance with the people of Agnus, nor to suffer the criers to pronounce in their proclamations the words used in all other parts of the country, Acouete Leoi (Hear ye people), hating the very sound of Leo, because of the treason of Leos.
From this, they say, comes the tradition among the people of Pallene to avoid marriages or any alliances with the people of Agnus, and to not allow the town criers to announce the words used in other areas of the country, "Acouete Leoi" (Hear ye people), as they dislike the sound of "Leo" because of the betrayal by Leos.
Theseus, longing to be in action, and desirous also to make himself popular, left Athens to fight with the bull of Marathon, which did no small mischief to the inhabitants of Tetrapolis. And having overcome it, he brought it alive in triumph through the city, and afterwards sacrificed it to the Delphinian Apollo. The story of Hecale, also, of her receiving and entertaining Theseus in this expedition, seems to be not altogether void of truth; for the townships round about, meeting upon a certain day, used to offer a sacrifice, which they called Hecalesia, to Jupiter Hecaleius, and to pay honor to Hecale, whom, by a diminutive name, they called Hecalene, because she, while entertaining Theseus, who was quite a youth, addressed him, as old people do, with similar endearing diminutives; and having made a vow to Jupiter for him as he was going to the fight, that, if he returned in safety, she would offer sacrifices in thanks of it, and dying before he came back, she had these honors given her by way of return for her hospitality, by the command of Theseus, as Philochorus tells us.
Theseus, eager to take action and wanting to gain popularity, left Athens to battle the bull of Marathon, which had caused significant trouble for the people of Tetrapolis. After defeating it, he brought the bull back alive in triumph through the city and later sacrificed it to Apollo of Delphi. The story of Hecale, who welcomed and hosted Theseus during this journey, seems to have some truth to it; the surrounding towns would gather on a specific day to offer a sacrifice called Hecalesia to Jupiter Hecaleius and pay tribute to Hecale, whom they affectionately referred to as Hecalene. This nickname came from her way of speaking to young Theseus with endearing diminutives like older people do. She had vowed to Jupiter that if Theseus returned safely from his fight, she would offer sacrifices in gratitude. However, she passed away before his return, and Theseus honored her memory with these sacrifices as a tribute for her hospitality, as Philochorus recounts.
Not long after arrived the third time from Crete the collectors of the tribute which the Athenians paid them upon the following occasion. Androgeus having been treacherously murdered in the confines of Attica, not only Minos, his father, put the Athenians to extreme distress by a perpetual war, but the gods also laid waste their country both famine and pestilence lay heavy upon them, and even their rivers were dried up. Being told by the oracle that, if they appeased and reconciled Minos, the anger of the gods would cease and they should enjoy rest from the miseries they labored under, they sent heralds, and with much supplication were at last reconciled, entering into an agreement to send to Crete every nine years a tribute of seven young men and as many virgins, as most writers agree in stating; and the most poetical story adds, that the Minotaur destroyed them, or that, wandering in the labyrinth, and finding no possible means of getting out, they miserably ended their lives there; and that this Minotaur was (as Euripides hath it)
Not long after, the tribute collectors from Crete arrived for the third time. They collected payments from the Athenians because of a tragic event: Androgeus had been deceitfully killed in the borders of Attica. His father, Minos, caused the Athenians great suffering through constant warfare. On top of that, the gods devastated their land, bringing famine and disease, and even their rivers dried up. After consulting the oracle, the Athenians learned that if they made peace with Minos, the gods would stop their wrath, allowing them to escape their suffering. They sent messengers and, after much pleading, ultimately reached an agreement. They decided to send tributes to Crete every nine years, consisting of seven young men and seven young women, as most writers commonly agree. The more poetic accounts state that the Minotaur would kill them, or that they would wander in the labyrinth, unable to find a way out, and sadly die there; and this Minotaur was (as Euripides expresses it)
A mingled form, where two strange shapes combined,
And different natures, bull and man, were joined.
A mixed form, where two unusual shapes came together,
And different natures, bull and man, were combined.
But Philochorus says that the Cretans will by no means allow the truth of this, but say that the labyrinth was only an ordinary prison, having no other bad quality but that it secured the prisoners from escaping, and that Minos, having instituted games in honor of Androgeus, gave, as a reward to the victors, these youths, who in the mean time were kept in the labyrinth; and that the first that overcame in those games was one of the greatest power and command among them, named Taurus, a man of no merciful or gentle disposition, who treated the Athenians that were made his prize in a proud and cruel manner. Also Aristotle himself, in the account that he gives of the form of government of the Bottiaeans, is manifestly of opinion that the youths were not slain by Minos, but spent the remainder of their days in slavery in Crete; that the Cretans, in former times, to acquit themselves of an ancient vow which they had made, were used to send an offering of the first-fruits of their men to Delphi, and that some descendants of these Athenian slaves were mingled with them and sent amongst them, and, unable to get their living there, removed from thence, first into Italy, and settled about Japygia; from thence again, that they removed to Thrace, and were named Bottiaeans and that this is the reason why, in a certain sacrifice, the Bottiaean girls sing a hymn beginning Let us go to Athens. This may show us how dangerous a thing it is to incur the hostility of a city that is mistress of eloquence and song. For Minos was always ill spoken of, and represented ever as a very wicked man, in the Athenian theaters; neither did Hesiod avail him by calling him “the most royal Minos,” nor Homer, who styles him “Jupiter’s familiar friend;” the tragedians got the better, and from the vantage ground of the stage showered down obloquy upon him, as a man of cruelty and violence; whereas, in fact, he appears to have been a king and a lawgiver, and Rhadamanthus a judge under him, administering the statutes that he ordained.
But Philochorus claims that the Cretans definitely won’t accept this as the truth, saying that the labyrinth was just a regular prison, lacking any bad qualities except for keeping prisoners from escaping. They say that Minos, after instituting games in honor of Androgeus, rewarded the victors with these youths who were kept in the labyrinth. The first to win those games was one of the most powerful among them, named Taurus, who had a ruthless and harsh nature, treating the Athenians who became his prizes in a proud and cruel way. Additionally, Aristotle, in his account of the government of the Bottiaeans, clearly suggests that the youths were not killed by Minos but spent their lives in slavery in Crete. He notes that the Cretans used to send a gift of the first fruits of their men to Delphi to fulfill an ancient vow, and that some descendants of these Athenian slaves mixed with them and were sent among them. Unable to make a living there, they moved first to Italy and settled around Japygia, and then they moved to Thrace and became known as the Bottiaeans. This is why, during a certain sacrifice, Bottiaean girls sing a hymn that starts with "Let us go to Athens." This shows how risky it is to make an enemy of a city renowned for its eloquence and song. Minos was always portrayed negatively and depicted as a very wicked man in Athenian theaters; neither did Hesiod help him by calling him “the most royal Minos,” nor Homer, who referred to him as “Jupiter’s close friend;” the tragedians overshadowed them, using the stage to unleash criticism against him as a man of cruelty and violence; whereas, in reality, he seems to have been a king and a lawgiver, with Rhadamanthus as his judge, enforcing the laws he established.
Now when the time of the third tribute was come, and the fathers who had any young men for their sons were to proceed by lot to the choice of those that were to be sent, there arose fresh discontents and accusations against Aegeus among the people, who were full of grief and indignation that he, who was the cause of all their miseries, was the only person exempt from the punishment; adopting and settling his kingdom upon a bastard and foreign son, he took no thought, they said, of their destitution and loss, not of bastards, but lawful children. These things sensibly affected Theseus, who, thinking it but just not to disregard, but rather partake of, the sufferings of his fellow citizens, offered himself for one without any lot. All else were struck with admiration for the nobleness and with love for the goodness of the act; and Aegeus, after prayers and entreaties, finding him inflexible and not to be persuaded, proceeded to the choosing of the rest by lot. Hellanicus, however, tells us that the Athenians did not send the young men and virgins by lot, but that Minos himself used to come and make his own choice, and pitched upon Theseus before all others; according to the conditions agreed upon between them, namely, that the Athenians should furnish them with a ship, and that the young men that were to sail with him should carry no weapon of war; but that if the Minotaur was destroyed, the tribute should cease.
Now, when the time for the third tribute came, and the fathers with young sons were to draw lots for those who would be sent, new discontent and accusations against Aegeus emerged among the people. They were filled with grief and anger that he, the one responsible for all their suffering, was the only person exempt from punishment. They said he had chosen to hand over his kingdom to a bastard and foreign son, showing no concern for their destitution and loss—not for bastards, but for legitimate children. These issues deeply affected Theseus, who felt it was right to not ignore but share in the suffering of his fellow citizens. He volunteered to go without drawing lots. Everyone else was struck with admiration for his nobility and love for the goodness of his act; and despite Aegeus's prayers and pleas, he found Theseus resolute and convinced him to choose the rest by lot. However, Hellanicus notes that the Athenians did not send the young men and maidens by lot; rather, Minos would come to make his own selection and chose Theseus above all others. According to their agreed terms, the Athenians would provide a ship, and the young men who sailed with him would carry no weapons; but if the Minotaur were killed, the tribute would stop.
On the two former occasions of the payment of the tribute, entertaining no hopes of safety or return, they sent out the ship with a black sail, as to unavoidable destruction; but now, Theseus encouraging his father and speaking greatly of himself, as confident that he should kill the Minotaur, he gave the pilot another sail, which was white, commanding him, as he returned, if Theseus were safe, to make use of that; but if not, to sail with the black one, and to hang out that sign of his misfortune. Simonides says that the sail which Aegeus delivered to the pilot was not white, but
On the two previous occasions of paying the tribute, with no hopes of safety or return, they sent out the ship with a black sail, as if facing certain destruction; but now, Theseus was encouraging his father and talking confidently about himself, sure that he would defeat the Minotaur. He gave the pilot a different sail, which was white, instructing him that if Theseus returned safely, he should use that one; but if not, he should sail with the black one, displaying that as a sign of his misfortune. Simonides says that the sail which Aegeus gave to the pilot was not white, but
Scarlet, in the juicy bloom
Of the living oak-tree steeped,
Scarlet, in the vibrant bloom
Of the living oak tree soaked,
and that this was to be the sign of their escape. Phereclus, son of Amarsyas, according to Simonides, was pilot of the ship. But Philochorus says Theseus had sent him by Scirus, from Salamis, Nausithous to be his steersman, and Phaeax his look-out-man in the prow, the Athenians having as yet not applied themselves to navigation; and that Scirus did this because one of the young men, Menesthes, was his daughter’s son; and this the chapels of Nausithous and Phaeax, built by Theseus near the temple of Scirus, confirm. He adds, also, that the feast named Cybernesia was in honor of them. The lot being cast, and Theseus having received out of the Prytaneum those upon whom it fell, he went to the Delphinium, and made an offering for them to Apollo of his suppliant’s badge, which was a bough of a consecrated olive tree, with white wool tied about it.
and that this was to be the sign of their escape. Phereclus, son of Amarsyas, according to Simonides, was the captain of the ship. But Philochorus says Theseus had sent him from Scirus, through Salamis, to have Nausithous as his steersman, and Phaeax as his lookout at the front, since the Athenians had not yet focused on navigation. Scirus did this because one of the young men, Menesthes, was his grandson; and the chapels of Nausithous and Phaeax, built by Theseus near the temple of Scirus, confirm this. He also adds that the feast called Cybernesia was in their honor. After casting lots, and Theseus having received from the Prytaneum those chosen, he went to the Delphinium and made an offering to Apollo as a suppliant, which was a bough from a sacred olive tree, with white wool tied around it.
Having thus performed his devotion, he went to sea, the sixth day of Munychion, on which day even to this time the Athenians send their virgins to the same temple to make supplication to the gods. It is farther reported that he was commanded by the oracle at Delphi to make Venus his guide, and to invoke her as the companion and conductress of his voyage, and that, as he was sacrificing a she goat to her by the seaside, it was suddenly changed into a he, and for this cause that goddess had the name of Epitrapia.
Having completed his devotion, he set sail on the sixth day of Munychion, a day when even today the Athenians send their young women to the same temple to pray to the gods. It is also said that he was instructed by the oracle at Delphi to take Venus as his guide and to call upon her
When he arrived at Crete, as most of the ancient historians as well as poets tell us, having a clue of thread given him by Ariadne, who had fallen in love with him, and being instructed by her how to use it so as to conduct him through the windings of the labyrinth, he escaped out of it and slew the Minotaur, and sailed back, taking along with him Ariadne and the young Athenian captives. Pherecydes adds that he bored holes in the bottoms of the Cretan ships to hinder their pursuit. Demon writes that Taurus, the chief captain of Minos, was slain by Theseus at the mouth of the port, in a naval combat, as he was sailing out for Athens. But Philochorus gives us the story thus: That at the setting forth of the yearly games by king Minos, Taurus was expected to carry away the prize, as he had done before; and was much grudged the honor. His character and manners made his power hateful, and he was accused moreover of too near familiarity with Pasiphae, for which reason, when Theseus desired the combat, Minos readily complied. And as it was a custom in Crete that the women also should be admitted to the sight of these games, Ariadne, being present, was struck with admiration of the manly beauty of Theseus, and the vigor and address which he showed in the combat, overcoming all that encountered with him. Minos, too, being extremely pleased with him, especially because he had overthrown and disgraced Taurus, voluntarily gave up the young captives to Theseus, and remitted the tribute to the Athenians. Clidemus gives an account peculiar to himself, very ambitiously, and beginning a great way back: That it was a decree consented to by all Greece, that no vessel from any place, containing above five persons, should be permitted to sail, Jason only excepted, who was made captain of the great ship Argo, to sail about and scour the sea of pirates. But Daedalus having escaped from Crete, and flying by sea to Athens, Minos, contrary to this decree, pursued him with his ships of war, was forced by a storm upon Sicily, and there ended his life. After his decease, Deucalion, his son, desiring a quarrel with the Athenians, sent to them, demanding that they should deliver up Daedalus to him, threatening, upon their refusal, to put to death all the young Athenians whom his father had received as hostages from the city. To this angry message Theseus returned a very gentle answer, excusing himself that he could not deliver up Daedalus, who was nearly related to him, being his cousin-german, his mother being Merope, the daughter of Erechtheus. In the meanwhile he secretly prepared a navy, part of it at home near the village of the Thymoetadae, a place of no resort, and far from any common roads, the other part by his grandfather Pittheus’s means at Troezen, that so his design might be carried on with the greatest secrecy. As soon as ever his fleet was in readiness, he set sail, having with him Daedalus and other exiles from Crete for his guides; and none of the Cretans having any knowledge of his coming, but imagining, when they saw his fleet, that they were friends and vessels of their own, he soon made himself master of the port, and, immediately making a descent, reached Gnossus before any notice of his coming, and, in a battle before the gates of the labyrinth, put Deucalion and all his guards to the sword. The government by this means falling to Ariadne, he made a league with her, and received the captives of her, and ratified a perpetual friendship between the Athenians and the Cretans, whom he engaged under an oath never again to commence any war with Athens.
When he got to Crete, as most ancient historians and poets tell us, he had a thread from Ariadne, who had fallen for him, and she showed him how to use it to navigate the labyrinth. He escaped and killed the Minotaur, then sailed back with Ariadne and the young Athenian captives. Pherecydes adds that he bored holes in the bottoms of the Cretan ships to help avoid being chased. Demon states that Taurus, Minos's chief captain, was killed by Theseus at the harbor entrance during a naval battle while heading out to Athens. Philochorus tells the story differently: At the launch of the annual games organized by King Minos, Taurus was expected to win, as he had in the past, and many were envious of his honor. His character and behavior made him unpopular, and he was also accused of being too close with Pasiphae, which is why when Theseus asked to fight, Minos agreed. It was customary in Crete for women to be allowed to watch these games, and Ariadne, present at the event, was struck by Theseus's impressive looks and the skill he displayed in the fights, defeating all his opponents. Minos, pleased with Theseus, especially since he had defeated and shamed Taurus, voluntarily handed over the young captives to Theseus and canceled the tribute owed by the Athenians. Clidemus tells his own account, somewhat ambitiously, starting far back: It was a decree agreed upon by all of Greece that no ship with more than five people, except for Jason, who was captain of the great ship Argo on a mission to eliminate pirates, should be allowed to sail. But after Daedalus escaped from Crete and fled by sea to Athens, Minos pursued him in his warships, but a storm forced him to land in Sicily, where he died. After his death, Deucalion, his son, wanting to pick a fight with the Athenians, sent them a message demanding they hand over Daedalus, threatening to execute all the young Athenians who had been held as hostages by his father if they refused. In response, Theseus sent a calm reply, explaining that he couldn’t deliver Daedalus, who was his cousin, since his mother was Merope, the daughter of Erechtheus. Meanwhile, he secretly prepared a navy, part of it at home near Thymoetadae, a remote place away from common routes, and the other part through his grandfather Pittheus's connections at Troezen, ensuring his plan stayed under wraps. Once his fleet was ready, he set sail with Daedalus and other exiles from Crete as his guides; none of the Cretans knew he was coming and thought he was bringing friendly ships. He quickly took control of the port and landed at Gnossus before anyone knew he was there, defeating Deucalion and all his guards in battle at the entrance of the labyrinth. With Ariadne now in power, he formed an alliance with her, received her captives, and established lasting peace between the Athenians and Cretans, binding them by an oath never to wage war against Athens again.
There are yet many other traditions about these things, and as many concerning Ariadne, all inconsistent with each other. Some relate that she hung herself, being deserted by Theseus. Others that she was carried away by his sailors to the isle of Naxos, and married to Oenarus, priest of Bacchus; and that Theseus left her because he fell in love with another,
There are still many other stories about these matters, and just as many about Ariadne, all of which contradict each other. Some say that she hanged herself after being abandoned by Theseus. Others claim that she was taken away by his sailors to the island of Naxos and married Oenarus, a priest of Bacchus; that Theseus abandoned her because he fell in love with someone else,
For Aegle’s love was burning in his breast;
For Aegle’s love was burning in his heart;
a verse which Hereas, the Megarian, says, was formerly in the poet Hesiod’s works, but put out by Pisistratus, in like manner as he added in Homer’s Raising of the Dead, to gratify the Athenians, the line
a verse which Hereas, the Megarian, says was once in the poet Hesiod’s works but was removed by Pisistratus, just like he added to Homer’s Raising of the Dead to please the Athenians, the line
Theseus, Pirithous, mighty sons of gods.
Theseus and Pirithous, powerful sons of the gods.
Others say Ariadne had sons also by Theseus, Oenopion and Staphylus; and among these is the poet Ion of Chios, who writes of his own native city
Others say Ariadne also had sons with Theseus, Oenopion and Staphylus; and among them is the poet Ion of Chios, who writes about his own hometown.
Which once Oenopion, son of Theseus, built.
Which Oenopion, the son of Theseus, once built.
But the more famous of the legendary stories everybody (as I may say) has in his mouth. In Paeon, however, the Amathusian, there is a story given, differing from the rest. For he writes that Theseus, being driven by a storm upon the isle of Cyprus, and having aboard with him Ariadne, big with child, and extremely discomposed with the rolling of the sea, set her on shore, and left her there alone, to return himself and help the ship, when, on a sudden, a violent wind carried him again out to sea. That the women of the island received Ariadne very kindly, and did all they could to console and alleviate her distress at being left behind. That they counterfeited kind letters, and delivered them to her, as sent from Theseus, and, when she fell in labor, were diligent in performing to her every needful service; but that she died before she could be delivered, and was honorably interred. That soon after Theseus returned, and was greatly afflicted for her loss, and at his departure left a sum of money among the people of the island, ordering them to do sacrifice to Ariadne; and caused two little images to be made and dedicated to her, one of silver and the other of brass. Moreover, that on the second day of Gorpiaeus, which is sacred to Ariadne, they have this ceremony among their sacrifices, to have a youth lie down and with his voice and gesture represent the pains of a woman in travail; and that the Amathusians call the grove in which they show her tomb, the grove of Venus Ariadne.
But everyone knows the more famous legendary stories. However, in Paeon’s account from Amathus, there’s a different story. He writes that Theseus, caught in a storm while on his way to Cyprus with a pregnant Ariadne, who was very unsettled by the choppy sea, set her ashore and left her alone to return to the ship. Suddenly, a strong wind pushed him back out to sea. The island’s women welcomed Ariadne kindly and did everything they could to comfort her for being abandoned. They even forged letters from Theseus and gave them to her. When she went into labor, they were attentive to all her needs, but she died before she could give birth and was laid to rest honorably. Soon after, Theseus returned and was deeply saddened by her loss. Before leaving, he gave a sum of money to the islanders, instructing them to make sacrifices to Ariadne, and had two small statues made in her honor—one of silver and the other of bronze. Additionally, on the second day of Gorpiaeus, which is dedicated to Ariadne, they hold a ceremony during their sacrifices where a young man lies down and mimics the pain of childbirth with his voice and gestures. The Amathusians refer to the grove where they show her tomb as the grove of Venus Ariadne.
Differing yet from this account, some of the Naxians write that there were two Minoses and two Ariadnes, one of whom, they say, was married to Bacchus, in the isle of Naxos, and bore the children Staphylus and his brother; but that the other, of a later age, was carried off by Theseus, and, being afterwards deserted by him, retired to Naxos with her nurse Corcyna, whose grave they yet show. That this Ariadne also died there, and was worshiped by the island, but in a different manner from the former; for her day is celebrated with general joy and revelling, but all the sacrifices performed to the latter are attended with mourning and gloom.
In contrast to this account, some Naxians say there were two Minoses and two Ariadnes. They claim one of them was married to Bacchus on the island of Naxos and had children named Staphylus and his brother. The other Ariadne, from a later time, was taken by Theseus and, after being abandoned by him, returned to Naxos with her nurse Corcyna, whose grave is still shown. This Ariadne also died there and was honored by the island, but in a different way than the first. Her day is celebrated with joy and festivities, while all the sacrifices made for the other are marked by mourning and sadness.
Now Theseus, in his return from Crete, put in at Delos, and, having sacrificed to the god of the island, dedicated to the temple the image of Venus which Ariadne had given him, and danced with the young Athenians a dance that, in memory of him, they say is still preserved among the inhabitants of Delos, consisting in certain measured turnings and returnings, imitative of the windings and twistings of the labyrinth. And this dance, as Dicaearchus writes, is called among the Delians, the Crane. This he danced round the Ceratonian Altar, so called from its consisting of horns taken from the left side of the head. They say also that he instituted games in Delos where he was the first that began the custom of giving a palm to the victors.
Now Theseus, on his way back from Crete, stopped at Delos. After making a sacrifice to the god of the island, he dedicated the statue of Venus that Ariadne had given him to the temple. He then danced with the young Athenians in a dance that, in his honor, is said to still be performed by the people of Delos. This dance includes specific measured turns and movements that mimic the twists and turns of the labyrinth. According to Dicaearchus, the Delians call this dance the Crane. He danced around the Ceratonian Altar, named for its construction using horns from the left side of a head. They also say that he started games in Delos, where he was the first to establish the tradition of awarding a palm to the winners.
When they were come near the coast of Attica, so great was the joy for the happy success of their voyage, that neither Theseus himself nor the pilot remembered to hang out the sail which should have been the token of their safety to Aegeus, who, in despair at the sight, threw himself headlong from a rock, and perished in the sea. But Theseus, being arrived at the port of Phalerum, paid there the sacrifices which he had vowed to the gods at his setting out to sea, and sent a herald to the city to carry the news of his safe return. At his entrance, the herald found the people for the most part full of grief for the loss of their king, others, as may well be believed, as full of joy for the tidings that he brought, and eager to welcome him and crown him with garlands for his good news, which he indeed accepted of, but hung them upon his herald’s staff; and thus returning to the seaside before Theseus had finished his libation to the gods, he stayed apart for fear of disturbing the holy rites, but, as soon as the libation was ended, went up and related the king’s death, upon the hearing of which, with great lamentations and a confused tumult of grief, they ran with all haste to the city. And from hence, they say, it comes that at this day, in the feast of Oschophoria, the herald is not crowned, but his staff, and all who are present at the libation cry out eleleu iou iou, the first of which confused sounds is commonly used by men in haste, or at a triumph, the other is proper to people in consternation or disorder of mind.
As they approached the coast of Attica, the joy over the successful voyage was so great that neither Theseus nor the pilot remembered to raise the sail that would signal their safety to Aegeus. In despair at the sight, Aegeus threw himself off a rock and drowned in the sea. Meanwhile, Theseus arrived at the port of Phalerum, where he made the sacrifices he had promised to the gods before setting sail, and sent a herald to the city to announce his safe return. Upon entering, the herald found most people mourning the loss of their king, while others were understandably overjoyed by the news he brought and eager to welcome him and crown him with garlands for his good tidings. Theseus accepted the garlands but placed them on his herald’s staff. Returning to the seaside before Theseus had completed his offering to the gods, the herald stayed back to avoid interrupting the sacred rituals. However, as soon as the offering was done, he approached and informed them of the king’s death. At this news, there was great wailing and a chaotic uproar of grief, and they rushed to the city in haste. It is said that this is why, to this day, during the feast of Oschophoria, the herald is not crowned, but his staff is, and all present at the offering shout "eleleu iou iou," where the first sound is often used by people in a hurry or in triumph, while the second is associated with those in distress or confusion.
Theseus, after the funeral of his father, paid his vows to Apollo the seventh day of Pyanepsion; for on that day the youth that returned with him safe from Crete made their entry into the city. They say, also, that the custom of boiling pulse at this feast is derived from hence; because the young men that escaped put all that was left of their provision together, and, boiling it in one common pot, feasted themselves with it, and ate it all up together. Hence, also, they carry in procession an olive branch bound about with wool (such as they then made use of in their supplications), which they call Eiresione, crowned with all sorts of fruits, to signify that scarcity and barrenness was ceased, singing in their procession this song:
Theseus, after his father's funeral, made his offerings to Apollo on the seventh day of Pyanepsion; this was the day the young men who returned safely from Crete entered the city. They also say that the tradition of boiling legumes during this feast comes from this event because the young men who survived gathered the remaining food, boiled it together in one pot, and shared a meal. Additionally, they parade with an olive branch tied with wool (similar to what they used for their prayers), known as Eiresione, adorned with various fruits, symbolizing the end of scarcity and barrenness, while singing this song during the procession:
Eiresione bring figs, and Eiresione bring loaves;
Bring us honey in pints, and oil to rub on our bodies,
And a strong flagon of wine, for all to go mellow to bed on.
Eiresione brings figs, and Eiresione brings loaves;
Bring us honey in pints, and oil to rub on our bodies,
And a strong jug of wine, for everyone to have a relaxing night’s sleep.
Although some hold opinion that this ceremony is retained in memory of the Heraclidae, who were thus entertained and brought up by the Athenians. But most are of the opinion which we have given above.
Although some believe that this ceremony is kept in memory of the Heraclidae, who were entertained and raised by the Athenians, most people agree with the opinion we've stated above.
The ship wherein Theseus and the youth of Athens returned had thirty oars, and was preserved by the Athenians down even to the time of Demetrius Phalereus, for they took away the old planks as they decayed, putting in new and stronger timber in their place, insomuch that this ship became a standing example among the philosophers, for the logical question as to things that grow; one side holding that the ship remained the same, and the other contending that it was not the same.
The ship that Theseus and the young Athenians used to return had thirty oars, and the Athenians kept it in good condition right up until the time of Demetrius Phalereus. They replaced the old planks with new and stronger timber as the original ones rotted away, to the point where this ship became a noteworthy example for philosophers in the debate about things that change over time. One side argued that the ship was still the same, while the other insisted that it was not the same anymore.
The feast called Oschophoria, or the feast of boughs, which to this day the Athenians celebrate, was then first instituted by Theseus. For he took not with him the full number of virgins which by lot were to be carried away, but selected two youths of his acquaintance, of fair and womanish faces, but of a manly and forward spirit, and having, by frequent baths, and avoiding the heat and scorching of the sun, with a constant use of all the ointments and washes and dresses that serve to the adorning of the head or smoothing the skin or improving the complexion, in a manner changed them from what they were before, and having taught them farther to counterfeit the very voice and carriage and gait of virgins, so that there could not be the least difference perceived; he, undiscovered by any, put them into the number of the Athenian maids designed for Crete. At his return, he and these two youths led up a solemn procession, in the same habit that is now worn by those who carry the vine-branches. These branches they carry in honor of Bacchus and Ariadne, for the sake of their story before related; or rather because they happened to return in autumn, the time of gathering the grapes. The women whom they call Deipnopherae, or supper-carriers, are taken into these ceremonies, and assist at the sacrifice, in remembrance and imitation of the mothers of the young men and virgins upon whom the lot fell, for thus they ran about bringing bread and meat to their children; and because the women then told their sons and daughters many tales and stories, to comfort and encourage them under the danger they were going upon, it has still continued a custom that at this feast old fables and tales should be told. For these particularities we are indebted to the history of Demon. There was then a place chosen out, and a temple erected in it to Theseus, and those families out of whom the tribute of the youth was gathered were appointed to pay a tax to the temple for sacrifices to him. And the house of the Phytalidae had the overseeing of these sacrifices, Theseus doing them that honor in recompense of their former hospitality.
The festival known as Oschophoria, or the feast of boughs, which is still celebrated by the Athenians today, was first established by Theseus. Instead of taking the full number of virgins that were to be sacrificed by lot, he chose two young men he knew, who had delicate and feminine appearances but had bold and spirited personalities. Through frequent baths, avoiding excessive heat and sun exposure, and regularly using various ointments and treatments for hair and skin, he transformed their looks significantly. He also trained them to mimic the voice, demeanor, and walk of young women, making it impossible to tell them apart from actual maidens. Without anyone realizing, he included them among the Athenian girls chosen for sacrifice in Crete. Upon returning, he and the two young men led a grand procession dressed in the same attire worn by those who carry vine branches today. These branches are carried in honor of Bacchus and Ariadne because of their earlier story, or perhaps because they returned in autumn, which is grape harvest time. The women known as Deipnopherae, or supper-carriers, participate in these ceremonies and assist at the sacrifices, reminiscent of the mothers of the young men and maidens who were selected, as they used to run around bringing bread and food to their children. The women also shared many tales and stories to comfort and encourage their kids facing this danger, creating a tradition of telling old fables and stories during this feast. We owe these details to the history of Demon. A specific location was chosen, and a temple was built in honor of Theseus, with the families from whom the tribute for the youths was collected being required to make offerings at the temple. The house of the Phytalidae was responsible for overseeing these sacrifices, as a tribute to their previous hospitality shown to Theseus.
Now, after the death of his father Aegeus, forming in his mind a great and wonderful design, he gathered together all the inhabitants of Attica into one town, and made them one people of one city, whereas before they lived dispersed, and were not easy to assemble upon any affair for the common interest. Nay, differences and even wars often occurred between them, which he by his persuasions appeased, going from township to township, and from tribe to tribe. And those of a more private and mean condition readily embracing such good advice, to those of greater power he promised a commonwealth without monarchy, a democracy, or people’s government in which he should only be continued as their commander in war and the protector of their laws, all things else being equally distributed among them; and by this means brought a part of them over to his proposal. The rest, fearing his power, which was already grown very formidable, and knowing his courage and resolution, chose rather to be persuaded than forced into a compliance. He then dissolved all the distinct state-houses, council halls, and magistracies, and built one common state-house and council hall on the site of the present upper town, and gave the name of Athens to the whole state, ordaining a common feast and sacrifice, which he called Panathenaea, or the sacrifice of all the united Athenians. He instituted also another sacrifice, called Metoecia, or Feast of Migration, which is yet celebrated on the sixteenth day of Hecatombaeon. Then, as he had promised, he laid down his regal power and proceeded to order a commonwealth, entering upon this great work not without advice from the gods. For having sent to consult the oracle of Delphi concerning the fortune of his new government and city, he received this answer:
Now, after the death of his father Aegeus, he developed a grand and ambitious plan. He gathered all the people of Attica into one town, creating a unified city where they had previously lived scattered and found it challenging to come together for community matters. Conflicts and even wars often broke out among them, which he pacified by traveling from village to village and tribe to tribe, persuading them. Those of lower status eagerly accepted his wise counsel, while he assured the more powerful that they could have a republic without a monarchy, a democracy where he would remain their military leader and protector of their laws, distributing everything else equally among them. By this approach, he won over part of the population. The rest, intimidated by his growing power and aware of his bravery and determination, preferred to be persuaded rather than forced into agreement. He then dismantled all the separate government buildings, council chambers, and offices, and constructed one central government building and council chamber where the upper town is now located, naming the entire state Athens. He established a communal feast and sacrifice called the Panathenaea, or the festival of all the united Athenians. He also initiated another festival, called Metoecia, or Feast of Migration, which is still celebrated on the sixteenth day of Hecatombaeon. As he had pledged, he relinquished his royal authority and worked to establish a republic, beginning this significant task with guidance from the gods. After consulting the oracle of Delphi regarding the fate of his new government and city, he received this response:
Son of the Pitthean maid,
To your town the terms and fates,
My father gives of many states.
Be not anxious nor afraid;
The bladder will not fail so swim
On the waves that compass him.
Son of the Pitthean maid,
To your town the terms and fates,
My father gives of many states.
Don’t be anxious or afraid;
The bladder won’t fail to float
On the waves that surround him.
Which oracle, they say, one of the sibyls long after did in a manner repeat to the Athenians, in this verse,
Which oracle, they say, one of the sibyls later repeated to the Athenians in this verse,
The bladder may be dipt, but not be drowned.
The bladder might be submerged, but it won't be overwhelmed.
Farther yet designing to enlarge his city, he invited all strangers to come and enjoy equal privileges with the natives, and it is said that the common form, Come hither all ye people, was the words that Theseus proclaimed when he thus set up a commonwealth, in a manner, for all nations. Yet he did not suffer his state, by the promiscuous multitude that flowed in, to be turned into confusion and be left without any order or degree, but was the first that divided the Commonwealth into three distinct ranks, the noblemen, the husbandmen, and artificers.% To the nobility he committed the care of religion, the choice of magistrates, the teaching and dispensing of the laws, and interpretation and direction in all sacred matters; the whole city being, as it were, reduced to an exact equality, the nobles excelling the rest in honor, the husbandmen in profit, and the artificers in number. And that Theseus was the first, who, as Aristotle says, out of an inclination to popular government, parted with the regal power, Homer also seems to testify, in his catalogue of the ships, where he gives the name of People to the Athenians only.
Further intending to expand his city, he invited all newcomers to come and enjoy the same rights as the locals. It's said that the common phrase, "Come here, all you people," was what Theseus announced when he established a civic community for all nations. However, he didn’t let the influx of people disrupt the order of his state; instead, he was the first to divide the Commonwealth into three distinct classes: the nobles, the farmers, and the craftsmen. He entrusted the nobility with the responsibility for religion, the selection of magistrates, the teaching and enforcement of laws, and guidance on all sacred matters. The entire city was, in a way, reduced to a precise equality, with the nobles standing out in honor, the farmers in prosperity, and the craftsmen in numbers. Theseus was the first who, as Aristotle notes, willingly handed over royal authority out of a desire for popular governance, and Homer seems to confirm this in his listing of the ships, where he refers to the Athenians simply as "the People."
He also coined money, and stamped it with the image of an ox, either in memory of the Marathonian bull, or of Taurus, whom he vanquished, or else to put his people in mind to follow husbandry; and from this coin came the expression so frequent among the Greeks, of a thing being worth ten or a hundred oxen. After this he joined Megara to Attica, and erected that famous pillar on the Isthmus, which bears an inscription of two lines, showing the bounds of the two countries that meet there. On the east side the inscription is,—
He also minted coins and stamped them with the image of an ox, either to remember the Marathonian bull, or Taurus, whom he defeated, or perhaps to remind his people to engage in farming. From this coin came the common saying among the Greeks about something being worth ten or a hundred oxen. After this, he connected Megara to Attica and built that famous pillar on the Isthmus, which has a two-line inscription marking the borders of the two countries that meet there. On the east side, the inscription is,—
Peloponnesus there, Ionia here,
Peloponnesus here, Ionia there,
and on the west side,—
and on the west side, —
Peloponnesus here, Ionia there.
Peloponnesus here, Ionia over there.
He also instituted the games, in emulation of Hercules, being ambitious that as the Greeks, by that hero’s appointment, celebrated the Olympian games to the honor of Jupiter, so, by his institution, they should celebrate the Isthmian to the honor of Neptune. For those that were there before observed, dedicated to Melicerta, were performed privately in the night, and had the form rather of a religious rite than of an open spectacle or public feast. There are some who say that the Isthmian games were first instituted in memory of Sciron, Theseus thus making expiation for his death, upon account of the nearness of kindred between them, Sciron being the son of Canethus and Heniocha, the daughter of Pittheus; though others write that Sinnis, not Sciron, was their son, and that to his honor, and not to the other’s, these games were ordained by Theseus. At the same time he made an agreement with the Corinthians, that they should allow those that came from Athens to the celebration of the Isthmian games as much space of honor before the rest to behold the spectacle in, as the sail of the ship that brought them thither, stretched to its full extent, could cover; so Hellanicus and Andro of Halicarnassus have established.
He also established the games, inspired by Hercules, wanting the Greeks, just like that hero’s arrangement for the Olympic games in honor of Jupiter, to celebrate the Isthmian games in honor of Neptune through his institution. The earlier games, dedicated to Melicerta, were held privately at night, resembling a religious ritual more than a public spectacle or feast. Some say the Isthmian games were first created to honor Sciron, with Theseus making amends for his death since they were relatives—Sciron being the son of Canethus and Heniocha, the daughter of Pittheus. Others claim that Sinnis, not Sciron, was their son and that Theseus instituted the games in his honor instead. At the same time, he made an agreement with the Corinthians that those coming from Athens to the Isthmian games would be given as much space in front of the crowd to watch the event as the area covered by the fully extended sail of the ship that brought them there. This is established by Hellanicus and Andro of Halicarnassus.
Concerning his voyage into the Euxine Sea, Philochorus and some others write that he made it with Hercules, offering him his service in the war against the Amazons, and had Antiope given him for the reward of his valor; but the greater number, of whom are Pherecydes, Hellanicus, and Herodorus, write that he made this voyage many years after Hercules, with a navy under his own command, and took the Amazon prisoner, the more probable story, for we do not read that any other, of all those that accompanied him in this action, took any Amazon prisoner. Bion adds, that, to take her, he had to use deceit and fly away; for the Amazons, he says, being naturally lovers of men, were so far from avoiding Theseus when he touched upon their coasts, that they sent him presents to his ship; but he, having invited Antiope, who brought them, to come aboard, immediately set sail and carried her away. An author named Menecrates, that wrote the History of Nicaea in Bithynia, adds, that Theseus, having Antiope aboard his vessel, cruised for some time about those coasts, and that there were in the same ship three young men of Athens, that accompanied him in this voyage, all brothers, whose names were Euneos, Thoas, and Soloon. The last of these fell desperately in love with Antiope; and, escaping the notice of the rest, revealed the secret only to one of his most intimate acquaintance, and employed him to disclose his passion to Antiope, she rejected his pretenses with a very positive denial, yet treated the matter with much gentleness and discretion, and made no complaint to Theseus of any thing that had happened; but Soloon, the thing being desperate, leaped into a river near the seaside and drowned himself. As soon as Theseus was acquainted with his death, and his unhappy love that was the cause of it, he was extremely distressed, and, in the height of his grief, an oracle which he had formerly received at Delphi came into his mind, for he had been commanded by the priestess of Apollo Pythius, that, wherever in a strange land he was most sorrowful and under the greatest affliction, he should build a city there, and leave some of his followers to be governors of the place. For this cause he there founded a city, which he called, from the name of Apollo, Pythopolis, and, in honor of the unfortunate youth, he named the river that runs by it Soloon, and left the two surviving brothers entrusted with the care of the government and laws, joining with them Hermus, one of the nobility of Athens, from whom a place in the city is called the House of Hermus; though by an error in the accent it has been taken for the House of Hermes, or Mercury, and the honor that was designed to the hero transferred to the god.
Regarding his journey into the Black Sea, Philochorus and a few others say that he sailed with Hercules, offering his help in the fight against the Amazons, and that he received Antiope as a reward for his bravery. However, most accounts, including those by Pherecydes, Hellanicus, and Herodorus, claim that he made this journey many years after Hercules, commanding his own fleet, and captured an Amazon, which seems more likely because we don't hear of any others in his party taking an Amazon captive. Bion adds that to capture her, he had to trick her and escape; he notes that the Amazons, being naturally attracted to men, not only didn't shun Theseus when he landed on their shores but sent him gifts on his ship. However, after inviting Antiope, who brought the gifts, to come aboard, he immediately set sail and took her away. An author named Menecrates, who wrote the History of Nicaea in Bithynia, mentions that after taking Antiope on his ship, Theseus spent some time cruising the coasts with three young Athenian brothers named Euneos, Thoas, and Soloon. The last one fell hopelessly in love with Antiope; while keeping it a secret from the others, he confided in a close friend and asked him to reveal his feelings to Antiope. She firmly rejected him, treating him with kindness and discretion without complaining to Theseus about the incident. But Soloon, in despair, jumped into a river by the coast and drowned himself. When Theseus learned of his death and the unrequited love that caused it, he was deeply troubled. In his sorrow, he remembered an oracle he had received at Delphi, where the Pythian priestess had instructed him to build a city in a foreign land whenever he felt the greatest grief. So, he founded a city there, naming it Pythopolis in honor of Apollo, and named the river nearby Soloon in memory of the unfortunate youth. He left the two surviving brothers in charge of the governance and laws, partnering with them Hermus, a nobleman from Athens, after whom a place in the city is called the House of Hermus; though due to a mispronunciation, it has been mistaken for the House of Hermes, and the honor meant for the hero was transferred to the god.
This was the origin and cause of the Amazonian invasion of Attica, which would seem to have been no slight or womanish enterprise. For it is impossible that they should have placed their camp in the very city, and joined battle close by the Pnyx and the hill called Museum, unless, having first conquered the country round about, they had thus with impunity advanced to the city. That they made so long a journey by land, and passed the Cimmerian Bosphorus when frozen, as Hellanicus writes, is difficult to be believed. That they encamped all but in the city is certain, and may be sufficiently confirmed by the names that the places thereabout yet retain, and the graves and monuments of those that fell in the battle. Both armies being in sight, there was a long pause and doubt on each side which should give the first onset; at last Theseus, having sacrificed to Fear, in obedience to the command of an oracle he had received, gave them battle; and this happened in the month of Boedromion, in which to this very day the Athenians celebrate the Feast Boedromia. Clidemus, desirous to be very circumstantial,writes that the left wing of the Amazons moved towards the place which is yet called Amazonium and the right towards the Pnyx, near Chrysa, that with this wing the Athenians, issuing from behind the Museum, engaged, and that the graves of those that were slain are to be seen in the street that leads to the gate called the Piraic, by the chapel of the hero Chalcodon; and that here the Athenians were routed, and gave way before the women, as far as to the temple of the Furies, but, fresh supplies coming in from the Palladium, Ardettus, and the Lyceum, they charged their right wing, and beat them back into their tents, in which action a great number of the Amazons were slain. At length, after four months, a peace was concluded between them by the mediation of Hippolyta (for so this historian calls the Amazon whom Theseus married, and not Antiope), though others write that she was slain with a dart by Molpadia, while fighting by Theseus’s side, and that the pillar which stands by the temple of Olympian Earth was erected to her honor. Nor is it to be wondered at, that in events of such antiquity, history should be in disorder. For indeed we are also told that those of the Amazons that were wounded were privately sent away by Antiope to Chalcis, where many by her care recovered, but some that died were buried there in the place that is to this time called Amazonium. That this war, however, was ended by a treaty is evident, both from the name of the place adjoining to the temple of Theseus, called, from the solemn oath there taken, Horcomosium; and also from the ancient sacrifice which used to be celebrated to the Amazons the day before the Feast of Theseus. The Megarians also show a spot in their city where some Amazons were buried, on the way from the market to a place called Rhus, where the building in the shape of a lozenge stands. It is said, likewise, that others of them were slain near Chaeronea, and buried near the little rivulet, formerly called Thermodon, but now Haemon, of which an account is given in the life of Demosthenes. It appears further that the passage of the Amazons through Thessaly was not without opposition, for there are yet shown many tombs of them near Scotussa and Cynoscephalae.
This was the start and reason for the Amazon invasion of Attica, which clearly wasn’t a small or trivial effort. There’s no way they could have set up camp right in the city and fought just near the Pnyx and the hill called Museum unless they had first conquered the surrounding area and then advanced on the city without fear. It’s hard to believe they made such a long journey across land and crossed the frozen Cimmerian Bosphorus, as Hellanicus notes. However, it’s certain they camped almost in the city, and this is backed up by the names of places nearby and the graves and monuments of those who died in battle. With both armies visible, there was a long pause as each side hesitated about who would attack first; finally, Theseus, having sacrificed to Fear as directed by an oracle he received, led them into battle. This took place in the month of Boedromion, during which the Athenians still celebrate the Feast of Boedromia to this day. Clidemus, eager to be thorough, notes that the left flank of the Amazons moved toward a spot that is still called Amazonium and the right toward the Pnyx, near Chrysa. With this flank, the Athenians came out from behind the Museum and engaged, and the graves of those killed can still be seen on the street leading to the gate called the Piraic, beside the chapel of the hero Chalcodon; here, the Athenians were pushed back by the women as far as the temple of the Furies. However, fresh reinforcements from the Palladium, Ardettus, and the Lyceum came in, allowing them to charge the right flank and drive them back into their camp, where many Amazons were killed. Eventually, after four months, a peace was reached through the mediation of Hippolyta (the historian calls the Amazon whom Theseus married this name, not Antiope), although others say she was killed by a spear from Molpadia while fighting alongside Theseus and that the pillar next to the temple of Olympian Earth was erected in her honor. It’s not surprising that, in events so far back in time, history is messy. We’re also told that wounded Amazons were secretly sent away by Antiope to Chalcis, where many recovered under her care, but some who died were buried there in the area still known as Amazonium. It’s clear this war ended in a treaty, as seen in the name of the place near the temple of Theseus called Horcomosium, named after the serious oath taken there, and from the ancient sacrifice held for the Amazons the day before the Feast of Theseus. The Megarians also point to a location in their city where some Amazons were buried, on the way from the market to a spot called Rhus, where the diamond-shaped building stands. Additionally, it’s said that others were killed near Chaeronea and buried near a small stream formerly known as Thermodon, now called Haemon, which is discussed in the life of Demosthenes. It also appears that the Amazons' passage through Thessaly wasn’t without resistance, as many of their tombs are still shown near Scotussa and Cynoscephalae.
This is as much as is worth telling concerning the Amazons. For the account which the author of the poem called the Theseid gives of this rising of the Amazons, how Antiope, to revenge herself upon Theseus for refusing her and marrying Phaedra, came down upon the city with her train of Amazons, whom Hercules slew, is manifestly nothing else but fable and invention. It is true, indeed, that Theseus married Phaedra, but that was after the death of Antiope, by whom he had a son called Hippolytus, or, as Pindar writes, Demophon. The calamities which befell Phaedra and this son, since none of the historians have contradicted the tragic poets that have written of them, we must suppose happened as represented uniformly by them.
This is all that's worth sharing about the Amazons. The story told by the author of the poem called the Theseid about how Antiope, wanting revenge on Theseus for rejecting her and marrying Phaedra, attacked the city with her band of Amazons, whom Hercules killed, is clearly just a myth and fabrication. It’s true that Theseus married Phaedra, but that was after Antiope's death, and he had a son with her named Hippolytus, or as Pindar writes, Demophon. The tragedies that befell Phaedra and this son, since none of the historians have disagreed with the tragic poets who wrote about them, we should assume happened as they consistently described.
There are also other traditions of the marriages of Theseus, neither honorable in their occasions nor fortunate in their events, which yet were never represented in the Greek plays. For he is said to have carried off Anaxo, a Troezenian, and, having slain Sinnis and Cercyon, to have ravished their daughters; to have married Periboea, the mother of Ajax, and then Phereboea, and then Iope, the daughter of Iphicles. And further, he is accused of deserting Ariadne (as is before related), being in love with Aegle the daughter of Panopeus, neither justly nor honorably; and lastly, of the rape of Helen, which filled all Attica with war and blood, and was in the end the occasion of his banishment and death, as will presently be related.
There are other stories about the marriages of Theseus that are neither respectable in their circumstances nor fortunate in their outcomes, yet they were never shown in Greek plays. It is said that he abducted Anaxo from Troezen and, after killing Sinnis and Cercyon, assaulted their daughters; he also married Periboea, who was the mother of Ajax, then Phereboea, and finally Iope, the daughter of Iphicles. Additionally, he is accused of abandoning Ariadne (as mentioned earlier) because he was infatuated with Aegle, the daughter of Panopeus, in a way that was neither fair nor honorable; and lastly, he is infamous for the rape of Helen, which brought war and bloodshed to all of Attica and ultimately led to his banishment and death, as will be explained shortly.
Herodorus is of opinion, that though there were many famous expeditions undertaken by the bravest men of his time, yet Theseus never joined in any of them, once only excepted, with the Lapithae, in their war against the Centaurs; but others say that he accompanied Jason to Colchis and Meleager to the slaying of the Calydonian boar, and that hence it came to be a proverb, Not without Theseus; that he himself, however, without aid of any one, performed many glorious exploits, and that from him began the saying, He is a second Hercules. He also joined Adrastus in recovering the bodies of those that were slain before Thebes, but not as Euripides in his tragedy says, by force of arms, but by persuasion and mutual agreement and composition, for so the greater part of the historians write; Philochorus adds further that this was the first treaty that ever was made for the recovering the bodies of the dead, but in the history of Hercules it is shown that it was he who first gave leave to his enemies to carry off their slain. The burying-places of the most part are yet to be seen in the village called Eleutherae; those of the commanders, at Eleusis, where Theseus allotted them a place, to oblige Adrastus. The story of Euripides in his Suppliants is disproved by Aeschylus in his Eleusinians, where Theseus himself relates the facts as here told.
Herodorus believes that, while many famous expeditions were launched by the bravest men of his time, Theseus only took part in one—alongside the Lapiths in their battle against the Centaurs. However, others claim he traveled with Jason to Colchis and with Meleager to hunt the Calydonian boar, leading to the saying, "Not without Theseus." Despite this, he accomplished many heroic feats on his own, earning him the nickname "a second Hercules." He also joined Adrastus in retrieving the bodies of those who fell before Thebes, but not as Euripides suggests in his tragedy, by force of arms; they did so through persuasion and mutual agreement, according to most historians. Philochorus further states that this was the first treaty made for recovering the dead, though Hercules’ story shows that he was the first to allow his enemies to take their slain back. The burial sites of most remain visible in the village called Eleutherae, while the commanders’ graves are located in Eleusis, where Theseus designated a spot to please Adrastus. Aeschylus in his Eleusinians counters Euripides’ account in the Suppliants, where Theseus recounts the events as stated here.
The celebrated friendship between Theseus and Pirithous is said to have been thus begun: the fame of the strength and valor of Theseus being spread through Greece, Pirithous was desirous to make a trial and proof. of it himself, and to this end seized a herd of oxen which belonged to Theseus, and was driving them away from Marathon, and, when news was brought that Theseus pursued him in arms, he did not fly, but turned back and went to meet him. But as soon as they had viewed one another, each so admired the gracefulness and beauty, and was seized with such a respect for the courage, of the other, that they forgot all thoughts of fighting; and Pirithous, first stretching out his hand to Theseus, bade him be judge in this case himself, and promised to submit willingly to any penalty he should impose. But Theseus not only forgave him all, but entreated him to be his friend and brother in arms; and they ratified their friendship by oaths. After this Pirithous married Deidamia, and invited Theseus to the wedding, entreating him to come and see his country, and make acquaintance with the Lapithae; he had at the same time invited the Centaurs to the feast, who growing hot with wine and beginning to be insolent and wild, and offering violence to the women, the Lapithae took immediate revenge upon them, slaying many of them upon the place, and afterwards, having overcome them in battle, drove the whole race of them out of their country, Theseus all along taking their part and fighting on their side. But Herodorus gives a different relation of these things: that Theseus came not to the assistance of the Lapithae till the war was already begun; and that it was in this journey that he had the first sight of Hercules, having made it his business to find him out at Trachis, where he had chosen to rest himself after all his wanderings and his labors; and that this interview was honorably performed on each part, with extreme respect, good-will, and admiration of each other. Yet it is more credible, as others write, that there were, before, frequent interviews between them, and that it was by the means of Theseus that Hercules was initiated at Eleusis, and purified before initiation, upon account of several rash actions of his former life.
The famous friendship between Theseus and Pirithous is said to have started like this: word of Theseus’s strength and bravery spread throughout Greece, and Pirithous wanted to test it for himself. To do this, he stole a herd of oxen that belonged to Theseus and was driving them away from Marathon. When he learned that Theseus was chasing him, instead of running away, he turned around to meet him. As soon as they saw each other, they admired each other's grace and beauty and felt such respect for each other’s courage that they forgot about fighting. Pirithous was the first to reach out his hand to Theseus and asked him to judge the matter himself, promising to accept any punishment Theseus decided. But Theseus not only forgave him completely but also asked him to be his friend and brother-in-arms, sealing their friendship with oaths. After that, Pirithous married Deidamia and invited Theseus to the wedding, asking him to visit his homeland and meet the Lapithae. At the same time, he invited the Centaurs to the feast, who, intoxicated by wine, became unruly and aggressive towards the women. The Lapithae swiftly retaliated, killing many Centaurs on the spot, and later, after defeating them in battle, drove them out of their land, with Theseus continuously supporting and fighting for them. However, Herodorus tells a different story, claiming that Theseus didn’t help the Lapithae until after the war had already started, and that during this trip, he first encountered Hercules, as he sought him out in Trachis, where Hercules had chosen to rest after all his adventures. This meeting was marked by mutual respect, goodwill, and admiration. Yet, as others suggest, it's more believable that they had met frequently before this and that it was Theseus who helped Hercules get initiated at Eleusis and purified him prior to initiation due to several rash actions from his past.
Theseus was now fifty years old, as Hellanicus states, when he carried off Helen, who was yet too young to be married. Some writers, to take away this accusation of one of the greatest crimes laid to his charge, say, that he did not steal away Helen himself, but that Idas and Lynceus were the ravishers, who brought her to him, and committed her to his charge, and that, therefore, he refused to restore her at the demand of Castor and Pollux; or, indeed, they say her own father, Tyndarus, had sent her to be kept by him, for fear of Enarophorus, the son of Hippocoon, who would have carried her away by force when she was yet a child. But the most probable account, and that which has most witnesses on its side, is this: Theseus and Pirithous went both together to Sparta, and, having seized the young lady as she was dancing in the temple of Diana Orthia, fled away with her. There were presently men in arms sent to pursue, but they followed no further than to Tegea; and Theseus and Pirithous, being now out of danger, having passed through Peloponnesus, made an agreement between themselves, that he to whom the lot should fall should have Helen to his wife, but should be obliged to assist in procuring another for his friend. The lot fell upon Theseus, who conveyed her to Aphidnae, not being yet marriageable, and delivered her to one of his allies, called Aphidnus, and, having sent his mother Aethra after to take care of her, desired him to keep them so secretly, that none might know where they were; which done, to return the same service to his friend Pirithous, he accompanied him in his journey to Epirus, in order to steal away the king of the Molossians’ daughter. The king, his own name being Aidoneus, or Pluto, called his wife Proserpina, and his daughter Cora, and a great dog which he kept Cerberus, with whom he ordered all that came as suitors to his daughter to fight, and promised her to him that should overcome the beast. But having been informed that the design of Pirithous and his companion was not to court his daughter, but to force her away, he caused them both to be seized, and threw Pirithous to be torn in pieces by his dog, and put Theseus into prison, and kept him.
Theseus was now fifty years old, according to Hellanicus, when he took Helen, who was still too young to marry. Some writers, to get rid of the accusation of one of the worst crimes against him, claim that he didn’t actually abduct Helen himself, but that Idas and Lynceus were the ones who took her and handed her over to him. Therefore, he refused to return her when Castor and Pollux demanded her back; others say her own father, Tyndarus, sent her to him for safekeeping, fearing Enarophorus, the son of Hippocoon, who would have forcibly taken her when she was still a child. However, the most credible account, which has the most support, is this: Theseus and Pirithous went to Sparta together, and while seizing the young lady as she was dancing in the temple of Diana Orthia, they fled with her. Immediately, armed men were sent to pursue them, but they only followed as far as Tegea. Once out of danger after passing through Peloponnesus, Theseus and Pirithous made an agreement that whoever drew the short straw would marry Helen, but would be responsible for helping to find another wife for his friend. The lot fell to Theseus, who took her to Aphidnae, where she was not yet of marriageable age, and entrusted her to one of his allies, named Aphidnus. After sending his mother Aethra to take care of her, he asked him to keep it so secret that no one would know where they were. Having done that, to return the favor to his friend Pirithous, he joined him on a trip to Epirus to try to abduct the daughter of the king of the Molossians. The king, named Aidoneus or Pluto, had a wife named Proserpina, a daughter named Cora, and a fearsome dog called Cerberus, and he required all suitors for his daughter to fight the beast, promising her to whoever defeated it. However, upon learning that Pirithous and his friend intended not to court his daughter but to take her by force, he had them both captured. He threw Pirithous to Cerberus to be torn apart and imprisoned Theseus.
About this time, Menestheus, the son of Peteus, grandson of Orneus, and great-grandson to Erechtheus, the first man that is recorded to have affected popularity and ingratiated himself with the multitude, stirred up and exasperated the most eminent men of the city, who had long borne a secret grudge to Theseus, conceiving that he had robbed them of their several little kingdoms and lordships, and, having pent them all up in one city, was using them as his subjects and slaves. He put also the meaner people into commotion, telling them, that, deluded with a mere dream of liberty, though indeed they were deprived both of that and of their proper homes and religious usages, instead of many good and gracious kings of their own, they had given themselves up to be lorded over by a new-comer and a stranger. Whilst he was thus busied in infecting the minds of the citizens, the war that Castor and Pollux brought against Athens came very opportunely to further the sedition he had been promoting, and some say that he by his persuasions was wholly the cause of their invading the city. At their first approach, they committed no acts of hostility, but peaceably demanded their sister Helen; but the Athenians returning answer that they neither had her there nor knew where she was disposed of, they prepared to assault the city, when Academus, having, by whatever means, found it out, disclosed to them that she was secretly kept at Aphidnae. For which reason he was both highly honored during his life by Castor and Pollux, and the Lacedaemonians, when often in aftertimes they made incursions into Attica, and destroyed all the country round about, spared the Academy for the sake of Academus. But Dicaearchus writes that there were two Arcadians in the army of Castor and Pollux, the one called Echedemus and the other Marathus; from the first that which is now called Academia was then named Echedemia, and the village Marathon had its name from the other, who, to fulfill some oracle, voluntarily offered himself to be made a sacrifice before battle. As soon as they were arrived at Aphidnae, they overcame their enemies in a set battle, and then assaulted and took the town. And here, they say, Alycus, the son of Sciron, was slain, of the party of the Dioscuri (Castor and Pollux), from whom a place in Megara, where he was buried, is called Alycus to this day. And Hereas writes that it was Theseus himself that killed him, in witness of which he cites these verses concerning Alycus
Around this time, Menestheus, the son of Peteus, grandson of Orneus, and great-grandson of Erechtheus, the first person known to have gained popularity and won over the masses, stirred up discontent among the city's prominent citizens. They had long held a grudge against Theseus, believing he had taken away their small kingdoms and lordships, concentrating them all in one city and treating them like subjects and slaves. He also incited the lower classes, telling them that, fooled by a false idea of freedom, they had actually lost both that and their homes, along with their traditional religious practices. Instead of enjoying many honorable kings of their own, they had submitted to a newcomer and a stranger. While he was busy influencing the citizens’ minds, the war brought by Castor and Pollux against Athens conveniently supported the unrest he was promoting, and some believe that he was entirely responsible for their invasion of the city. When they first arrived, they committed no acts of aggression but peacefully demanded their sister Helen. When the Athenians replied that they neither had her nor knew where she was, Castor and Pollux prepared to attack the city. However, Academus, having somehow discovered her location, informed them that she was secretly kept at Aphidnae. For this reason, he was greatly honored during his life by Castor and Pollux, and whenever the Lacedaemonians later invaded Attica and devastated the surrounding area, they spared the Academy out of respect for Academus. Dicaearchus mentions that there were two Arcadians in Castor and Pollux's army, named Echedemus and Marathus; the former led to the naming of what is now called Academia as Echedemia, while the village of Marathon got its name from Marathus, who, to fulfill a prophecy, willingly offered himself as a sacrifice before battle. Once they arrived at Aphidnae, they defeated their enemies in a formal battle and then attacked and captured the town. Here, they say, Alycus, the son of Sciron, who fought for the Dioscuri (Castor and Pollux), was killed, and a place in Megara where he was buried is still called Alycus to this day. Hereas writes that it was Theseus himself who killed him, citing these verses about Alycus.
And Alycus, upon Aphidna’s plain
By Theseus in the cause of Helen slain.
And Alycus, on Aphidna’s plain
By Theseus for the sake of Helen killed.
Though it is not at all probable that Theseus himself was there when both the city and his mother were taken.
Though it's unlikely that Theseus was actually there when both the city and his mother were taken.
Aphidnae being won by Castor and Pollux, and the city of Athens being in consternation, Menestheus persuaded the people to open their gates, and receive them with all manner of friendship, for they were, he told them, at enmity with none but Theseus, who had first injured them, and were benefactors and saviors to all mankind beside. And their behavior gave credit to those promises; for, having made themselves absolute masters of the place, they demanded no more than to be initiated, since they were as nearly related to the city as Hercules was, who had received the same honor. This their desire they easily obtained, and were adopted by Aphidnus, as Hercules had been by Pylius. They were honored also like gods, and were called by a new name, Anaces, either from the cessation (Anokhe) of the war, or from the care they took that none should suffer any injury, though there was so great an army within the walls; for the phrase anakos ekhein is used of those who look to or care for any thing; kings for this reason, perhaps, are called anactes. Others say, that from the appearance of their star in the heavens, they were thus called, for in the Attic dialect this name comes very near the words that signify above.
After Castor and Pollux took control of Aphidnae, the city of Athens was in a panic. Menestheus convinced the people to open their gates and welcome them with warmth, assuring them that they were enemies of none but Theseus, who had wronged them first, and that they were benefactors and saviors to all of humanity. Their actions supported those claims; once they became the absolute rulers of the city, they only asked to be initiated, as they were nearly related to the city in the same way Hercules was, who had received the same honor. They easily secured this request and were adopted by Aphidnus, just as Hercules had been by Pylius. They were also honored like gods and given a new name, Anaces, either because of the end (Anokhe) of the war or because of their care to ensure that no one was harmed, even with a massive army inside the walls; the term anakos ekhein refers to those who look after or care for things; for this reason, kings are perhaps called anactes. Others suggest that they were named this because of the appearance of their star in the sky, as in the Attic dialect, this name is very close to words that mean "above."
Some say that Aethra, Theseus’s mother, was here taken prisoner, and carried to Lacedaemon, and from thence went away with Helen to Troy, alleging this verse of Homer, to prove that she waited upon Helen,
Some say that Aethra, Theseus’s mother, was captured here and taken to Lacedaemon, and from there went with Helen to Troy, citing this verse from Homer to support the claim that she attended to Helen,
Aethra of Pittheus born, and large-eyed Clymene.
Aethra, daughter of Pittheus, and big-eyed Clymene.
Others reject this verse as none of Homer’s, as they do likewise the whole fable of Munychus, who, the story says, was the son of Demophon and Laodice, born secretly, and brought up by Aethra at Troy. But Ister, in the thirteenth book of his Attic History, gives us an account of Aethra, different yet from all the rest: that Achilles and Patroclus overcame Paris in Thessaly, near the river Sperchius, but that Hector took and plundered the city of the Troezenians, and made Aethra prisoner there. But this seems a groundless tale.
Others dismiss this verse as not belonging to Homer, just like they do with the entire story of Munychus, who, according to the tale, was the son of Demophon and Laodice, born in secret and raised by Aethra in Troy. However, Ister, in the thirteenth book of his Attic History, provides a different account of Aethra: he says that Achilles and Patroclus defeated Paris in Thessaly, near the river Sperchius, but that Hector captured and looted the city of the Troezenians and took Aethra as a prisoner there. But this story seems unfounded.
Now Hercules, passing by the Molossians, was entertained in his way by Aidoneus the king, who, in conversation, accidentally spoke of the journey of Theseus and Pirithous into his country, of what they had designed to do, and what they were forced to suffer. Hercules was much grieved for the inglorious death of the one and the miserable condition of the other. As for Pirithous, he thought it useless to complain; but begged to have Theseus released for his sake, and obtained that favor from the king. Theseus, being thus set at liberty, returned to Athens, where his friends were not yet wholly suppressed, and dedicated to Hercules all the sacred places which the city had set apart for himself, changing their names from Thesea to Heraclea, four only excepted, as Philochorus writes. And wishing immediately to resume the first place in the commonwealth, and manage the state as before, he soon found himself involved in factions and troubles; those who long had hated him had now added to their hatred contempt; and the minds of the people were so generally corrupted, that, instead of obeying commands with silence, they expected to be flattered into their duty. He had some thoughts to have reduced them by force, but was overpowered by demagogues and factions. And at last, despairing of any good success of his affairs in Athens, he sent away his children privately to Euboea, commending them to the care of Elephenor, the son of Chalcodon; and he himself, having solemnly cursed the people of Athens in the village of Gargettus, in which there yet remains the place called Araterion, or the place of cursing, sailed to Scyros, where he had lands left him by his father, and friendship, as he thought, with those of the island. Lycomedes was then king of Scyros. Theseus, therefore, addressed himself to him, and desired to have his lands put into his possession, as designing to settle and to dwell there, though others say that he came to beg his assistance against the Athenians. But Lycomedes, either jealous of the glory of so great a man, or to gratify Menestheus, having led him up to the highest cliff of the island, on pretense of showing him from thence the lands that he desired, threw him headlong down from the rock, and killed him. Others say he fell down of himself by a slip of his foot, as he was walking there, according to his custom, after supper. At that time there was no notice taken, nor were any concerned for his death, but Menestheus quietly possessed the kingdom of Athens. His sons were brought up in a private condition, and accompanied Elephenor to the Trojan war, but, after the decease of Menestheus in that expedition, returned to Athens, and recovered the government. But in succeeding ages, beside several other circumstances that moved the Athenians to honor Theseus as a demigod, in the battle which was fought at Marathon against the Medes, many of the soldiers believed they saw an apparition of Theseus in arms, rushing on at the head of them against the barbarians. And after the Median war, Phaedo being archon of Athens, the Athenians, consulting the oracle at Delphi, were commanded to gather together the bones of Theseus, and, laying them in some honorable place, keep them as sacred in the city. But it was very difficult to recover these relics, or so much as to find out the place where they lay, on account of the inhospitable and savage temper of the barbarous people that inhabited the island. Nevertheless, afterwards, when Cimon took the island (as is related in his life), and had a great ambition to find out the place where Theseus was buried, he, by chance, spied an eagle upon a rising ground pecking with her beak and tearing up the earth with her talons, when on the sudden it came into his mind, as it were by some divine inspiration, to dig there, and search for the bones of Theseus. There were found in that place a coffin of a man of more than ordinary size, and a brazen spear-head, and a sword lying by it, all which he took aboard his galley and brought with him to Athens. Upon which the Athenians, greatly delighted, went out to meet and receive the relics with splendid processions and with sacrifices, as if it were Theseus himself returning alive to the city. He lies interred in the middle of the city, near the present gymnasium. His tomb is a sanctuary and refuge for slaves, and all those of mean condition that fly from the persecution of men in power, in memory that Theseus while he lived was an assister and protector of the distressed, and never refused the petitions of the afflicted that fled to him. The chief and most solemn sacrifice which they celebrate to him is kept on the eighth day of Pyanepsion, on which he returned with the Athenian young men from Crete. Besides which, they sacrifice to him on the eighth day of every month, either because he returned from Troezen the eighth day of Hecatombaeon, as Diodorus the geographer writes, or else thinking that number to be proper to him, because he was reputed to be born of Neptune, because they sacrifice to Neptune on the eighth day of every month. The number eight being the first cube of an even number, and the double of the first square, seemed to be an emblem of the steadfast and immovable power of this god, who from thence has the names of Asphalius and Gaeiochus, that is, the establisher and stayer of the earth.
Now Hercules, passing through the Molossians, was welcomed by Aidoneus, the king, who, during their conversation, mentioned the journey of Theseus and Pirithous to his land, discussing their intentions and the challenges they faced. Hercules was deeply saddened by the disgraceful death of one and the unfortunate state of the other. While he thought it pointless to complain about Pirithous, he requested that the king release Theseus for his sake, and he received that favor. With Theseus now free, he returned to Athens, where his supporters still had some influence, and dedicated all the sacred places in the city that had been reserved for him to Hercules, changing their names from Thesea to Heraclea, with only four exceptions, as Philochorus writes. Eager to reclaim his previous position in the government and manage the state as he once did, he soon found himself caught up in factions and conflicts; those who had long hated him now added contempt to their animosity, and the people's attitude had become so corrupt that they expected flattery instead of simply obeying commands. He contemplated using force to subdue them but was overwhelmed by the demagogues and factions. Ultimately, despairing of any positive outcome in Athens, he secretly sent his children to Euboea, entrusting them to Elephenor, the son of Chalcodon. He himself, having solemnly cursed the people of Athens in the village of Gargettus, where there remains a place called Araterion, or the place of cursing, sailed to Scyros, where he inherited lands from his father and believed he had friendly relations with the island's inhabitants. Lycomedes was the king of Scyros at that time. Theseus approached him, asking to take possession of his lands, as he intended to settle there, although some say he sought help against the Athenians. However, Lycomedes, either envious of such a great man's glory or wanting to please Menestheus, took him to the highest cliff of the island under the pretense of showing him the lands he desired, and pushed him off the rock, killing him. Others claim it was an accident; he slipped while walking there, as was his habit after dinner. At that time, no one paid attention to his death, and Menestheus quietly took over the kingdom of Athens. Theseus’s sons were raised in obscurity and joined Elephenor in the Trojan War, but after Menestheus died in that campaign, they returned to Athens and regained control. Over the following generations, in addition to many other reasons that prompted the Athenians to honor Theseus as a demigod, during the battle at Marathon against the Medes, many soldiers claimed to have seen an apparition of Theseus in armor, leading them in battle against the enemies. After the Persian War, when Phaedo was archon of Athens, the Athenians consulted the oracle at Delphi, which instructed them to collect the bones of Theseus and place them in a respected location within the city as sacred relics. However, recovering these remains was challenging, as the local barbarous people were inhospitable and brutal. Eventually, when Cimon captured the island (as described in his biography), he was eager to discover where Theseus was buried. While seeking, he noticed an eagle on a hill, pecking and tearing at the earth with its talons. Suddenly, inspired, he decided to dig there in search of Theseus’s bones. In that location, they found a coffin belonging to a man of unusually large size, along with a bronze spearhead and a sword nearby, all of which he brought back to Athens. The Athenians, overjoyed, went out to meet and receive the relics with grand processions and sacrifices, as if Theseus himself were returning alive to the city. He is buried in the center of the city, near the current gymnasium. His tomb serves as a sanctuary and refuge for slaves and those of low status seeking asylum from the powerful, commemorating that Theseus was a helper and protector of the distressed during his life and never turned away requests for help from the afflicted who came to him. The main and most sacred sacrifice held in his honor is celebrated on the eighth day of Pyanepsion, the day he returned with the Athenian youths from Crete. Additionally, they sacrifice to him on the eighth day of every month, either because he returned from Troezen on the eighth day of Hecatombaeon, as Diodorus the geographer notes, or because that number is seen as significant to him, given that he was believed to be born of Neptune, to whom sacrifices are also made on the eighth day of every month. The number eight, being the first cube of an even number and double the first square, symbolizes the steadfast and unmovable power of this god, who is honored with the names Asphalius and Gaeiochus, meaning the establisher and stayer of the earth.
ROMULUS
From whom, and for what reason, the city of Rome, a name so great in glory, and famous in the mouths of all men, was so first called, authors do not agree. Some are of opinion that the Pelasgians, wandering over the greater part of the habitable world, and subduing numerous nations, fixed themselves here, and, from their own great strength in war, called the city Rome. Others, that at the taking of Troy, some few that escaped and met with shipping, put to sea, and, driven by winds, were carried upon the coasts of Tuscany, and came to anchor off the mouth of the river Tiber, where their women, out of heart and weary with the sea, on its being proposed by one of the highest birth and best understanding amongst them, whose name was Roma, burnt the ships. With which act the men at first were angry, but afterwards, of necessity, seating themselves near Palatium, where things in a short while succeeded far better than they could hope, in that they found the country very good, and the people courteous, they not only did the lady Roma other honors, but added also this, of calling after her name the city which she had been the occasion of their founding. From this, they say, has come down that custom at Rome for women to salute their kinsmen and husbands with kisses; because these women, after they had burnt the ships, made use of such endearments when entreating and pacifying their husbands.
From whom, and for what reason, the city of Rome, a name so great in glory and known by everyone, was first called, authors do not agree. Some believe that the Pelasgians, wandering across much of the known world and conquering various nations, settled here and named the city Rome after their own great strength in battle. Others say that when Troy fell, a few survivors who found ships set sail, and were blown by the winds to the shores of Tuscany, where they anchored at the mouth of the Tiber River. There, their women, feeling discouraged and exhausted from the sea, were encouraged by a noble and wise woman named Roma to burn the ships. The men were initially angry about this, but eventually, they settled near Palatium, where things improved far beyond their expectations, as they found the land very rich and the people friendly. They not only honored the lady Roma but also named the city after her because she was the reason for their founding it. From this, they say, comes the tradition in Rome for women to greet their relatives and husbands with kisses, since these women, after burning the ships, used such affectionate gestures to appease and comfort their husbands.
Some again say that Roma, from whom this city was so called, was daughter of Italus and Leucaria; or, by another account, of Telephus, Hercules’s son, and that she was married to Aeneas, or, according to others again, to Ascanius, Aeneas’s son. Some tell us that Romanus, the son of Ulysses and Circe, built it; some, Romus the son of Emathion, Diomede having sent him from Troy; and others, Romus, king of the Latins, after driving out the Tyrrhenians, who had come from Thessaly into Lydia, and from thence into Italy. Those very authors, too, who, in accordance with the safest account, make Romulus give the name to the city, yet differ concerning his birth and family. For some say, he was son to Aeneas and Dexithea, daughter of Phorbas, and was, with his brother Remus, in their infancy, carried into Italy, and being on the river when the waters came down in a flood, all the vessels were cast away except only that where the young children were, which being gently landed on a level bank of the river, they were both unexpectedly saved, and from them the place was called Rome. Some say, Roma, daughter of the Trojan lady above mentioned, was married to Latinus, Telemachus’s son, and became mother to Romulus; others, that Aemilia, daughter of Aeneas and Lavinia, had him by the god Mars; and others give you mere fables of his origin. For to Tarchetius, they say, king of Alba, who was a most wicked and cruel man, there appeared in his own house a strange vision, a male figure that rose out of a hearth, and stayed there for many days. There was an oracle of Tethys in Tuscany which Tarchetius consulted, and received an answer that a virgin should give herself to the apparition, and that a son should be born of her, highly renowned, eminent for valor, good fortune, and strength of body. Tarchetius told the prophecy to one of his own daughters, and commanded her to do this thing; which she avoiding as an indignity, sent her handmaid. Tarchetius, hearing this, in great anger imprisoned them both, purposing to put them to death; but being deterred from murder by the goddess Vesta in a dream, enjoined them for their punishment the working a web of cloth, in their chains as they were, which when they finished, they should be suffered to marry; but whatever they worked by day, Tarchetius commanded others to unravel in the night. In the meantime, the waiting-woman was delivered of two boys, whom Tarchetius gave into the hands of one Teratius, with command to destroy them; he, however, carried and laid them by the river side, where a wolf came and continued to suckle them, while birds of various sorts brought little morsels of food, which they put into their mouths; till a cow-herd, spying them, was first strangely surprised, but, venturing to draw nearer, took the children up in his arms. Thus they were saved, and, when they grew up, set upon Tarchetius and overcame him. This one Promathion says, who compiled a history of Italy.
Some people say that Roma, from whom this city got its name, was the daughter of Italus and Leucaria; or, according to another version, she was the daughter of Telephus, Hercules's son, and was married to Aeneas, or, according to yet others, to Ascanius, Aeneas's son. Some tell us that Romanus, the son of Ulysses and Circe, built the city; others say it was Romus, the son of Emathion, who was sent from Troy by Diomede; and still others say it was Romus, king of the Latins, who, after driving out the Tyrrhenians who had come from Thessaly into Lydia and then to Italy, founded it. Those same authors who, based on the most reliable account, say that Romulus named the city, also disagree about his birth and family. Some say he was the son of Aeneas and Dexithea, daughter of Phorbas, and that he and his brother Remus were carried to Italy as infants. While on the river, they were caught in a flood, and all the boats sank except the one with the two boys. They were gently washed ashore on a flat bank of the river and were miraculously saved, which is how the place got its name, Rome. Some say Roma, daughter of the aforementioned Trojan lady, married Latinus, Telemachus's son, and became the mother of Romulus; others say that Aemilia, daughter of Aeneas and Lavinia, had him with the god Mars; and others simply offer myths about his origins. They say that Tarchetius, the king of Alba, who was a very wicked and cruel man, had a strange vision in his home, a male figure that rose from the hearth and lingered there for many days. There was an oracle of Tethys in Tuscany that Tarchetius consulted, and he was told that a virgin should present herself to the apparition and that she would give birth to a son who would be famous, known for his bravery, good luck, and physical strength. Tarchetius shared this prophecy with one of his daughters and ordered her to comply, but she felt it was beneath her and sent her maid instead. When Tarchetius found out, he was furious and imprisoned both of them, intending to kill them, but a dream from the goddess Vesta stopped him from committing murder, and he instead forced them to weave a cloth while chained up. He declared that when they finished their work, they could marry, but whatever they made during the day, Tarchetius commanded others to unravel at night. Meanwhile, the maid gave birth to twins, which Tarchetius ordered to be killed. However, he had them given to a man named Teratius, who instead left them by the riverbank, where a she-wolf came and nursed them, while various birds dropped bits of food into their mouths until a cowherd found them. At first startled, he moved closer and took the children into his arms. Thus they were saved, and as they grew up, they sought revenge on Tarchetius and defeated him. This account comes from Promathion, who compiled the history of Italy.
But the story which is most believed and has the greatest number of vouchers was first published, in its chief particulars, amongst the Greeks by Diocles of Peparethus, whom Fabius Pictor also follows in most points. Here again there are variations, but in general outline it runs thus: the kings of Alba reigned in lineal descent from Aeneas and the succession devolved at length upon two brothers, Numitor and Amulius. Amulius proposed to divide things into two equal shares, and set as equivalent to the kingdom the treasure and gold that were brought from Troy. Numitor chose the kingdom; but Amulius, having the money, and being able to do more with that than Numitor, took his kingdom from him with great ease, and, fearing lest his daughter might have children, made her a Vestal, bound in that condition forever to live a single and maiden life. This lady some call Ilia, others Rhea, and others Silvia; however, not long after, she was, contrary to the established laws of the Vestals, discovered to be with child, and should have suffered the most cruel punishment, had not Antho, the king’s daughter, mediated with her father for her; nevertheless, she was confined, and debarred all company, that she might not be delivered without the king’s knowledge. In time she brought forth two boys, of more than human size and beauty, whom Amulius, becoming yet more alarmed, commanded a servant to take and cast away; this man some call Faustulus, others say Faustulus was the man who brought them up. He put the children, however, in a small trough, and went towards the river with a design to cast them in; but, seeing the waters much swollen and coming violently down, was afraid to go nearer, and, dropping the children near the bank, went away. The river overflowing, the flood at last bore up the trough, and, gently wafting it, landed them on a smooth piece of ground, which they now call Cermanes, formerly Germanus, perhaps from Germani, which signifies brothers.
But the story that's most accepted and has the most proof was first published, mainly by the Greeks, by Diocles of Peparethus, whom Fabius Pictor also follows in most respects. There are variations, but the general outline is this: the kings of Alba reigned in direct descent from Aeneas, and the succession eventually passed to two brothers, Numitor and Amulius. Amulius suggested dividing things into two equal shares, equating the kingdom with the treasure and gold brought from Troy. Numitor chose the kingdom, but Amulius, having the money and being able to do more with that than Numitor, easily took the kingdom from him. Fearing his daughter might have children, he made her a Vestal, forcing her to live a single and chaste life forever. Some call this woman Ilia, others Rhea, and some Silvia; however, not long after, she was discovered, in violation of Vestal laws, to be pregnant and would have faced severe punishment if not for Antho, the king's daughter, who pleaded with her father for her. Still, she was confined and kept isolated to prevent her from giving birth without the king's knowledge. Eventually, she gave birth to two boys, who were larger and more beautiful than ordinary children, which made Amulius even more anxious. He ordered a servant to take them away and abandon them; this man is called Faustulus by some, while others say that Faustulus was the one who raised them. However, he placed the children in a small trough and went toward the river to dispose of them; but seeing that the waters were swollen and rushing violently, he got scared and dropped the children near the bank before leaving. Eventually, the flooding river carried the trough along and gently deposited them on a smooth piece of ground, now called Cermanes, which used to be Germanus, perhaps from Germani, meaning brothers.
Near this place grew a wild fig-tree, which they called Ruminalis, either from Romulus (as it is vulgarly thought), or from ruminating, because cattle did usually in the heat of the day seek cover under it, and there chew the cud; or, better, from the suckling of these children there, for the ancients called the dug or teat of any creature ruma, and there is a tutelar goddess of the rearing of children whom they still call Rumilia, in sacrificing to whom they use no wine, but make libations of milk. While the infants lay here, history tells us, a she- wolf nursed them, and a woodpecker constantly fed and watched them; these creatures are esteemed holy to the god Mars, the woodpecker the Latins still especially worship and honor. Which things, as much as any, gave credit to what the mother of the children said, that their father was the god Mars: though some say that it was a mistake put upon her by Amulius, who himself had come to her dressed up in armor.
Near this spot grew a wild fig tree, known as Ruminalis, either because of Romulus (as commonly believed), or from the act of ruminating, since cattle would often seek shade under it during the heat of the day and chew their cud there; or, more likely, due to the nurturing of these children there, as the ancients referred to the nipple of any creature as 'ruma.' There is also a protective goddess for raising children, still called Rumilia, to whom they did not offer wine, but instead made milk libations. While the infants lay there, history tells us that a she-wolf nursed them, and a woodpecker constantly fed and watched over them; these animals are considered sacred to the god Mars, and the woodpecker is especially revered and honored by the Latins. These events contributed to the belief in what the children's mother claimed, that their father was the god Mars; although some say it was a deception set upon her by Amulius, who pretended to be her father dressed in armor.
Others think that the first rise of this fable came from the children’s nurse, through the ambiguity of her name; for the Latins not only called wolves lupae, but also women of loose life; and such an one was the wife of Faustulus, who nurtured these children, Acca Larentia by name. To her the Romans offer sacrifices, and in the month of April the priest of Mars makes libations there; it is called the Larentian Feast. They honor also another Larentia, for the following reason: the keeper of Hercules’s temple having, it seems, little else to do, proposed to his deity a game at dice, laying down that, if he himself won, he would have something valuable of the god; but if he were beaten, he would spread him a noble table, and procure him a fair lady’s company. Upon these terms, throwing first for the god and then for himself, he found himself beaten. Wishing to pay his stakes honorably, and holding himself bound by what he had said, he both provided the deity a good supper, and, giving money to Larentia, then in her beauty, though not publicly known, gave her a feast in the temple, where he had also laid a bed, and after supper locked her in, as if the god were really to come to her. And indeed, it is said, the deity did truly visit her, and commanded her in the morning to walk to the market-place, and, whatever man see met first, to salute him, and make him her friend. She met one named Tarrutius, who was a man advanced in years, fairly rich without children, and had always lived a single life. He received Larentia, and loved her well, and at his death left her sole heir of all his large and fair possessions, most of which she, in her last will and testament, bequeathed to the people. It was reported of her, being now celebrated and esteemed the mistress of a god, that she suddenly disappeared near the place where the first Larentia lay buried; the spot is at this day called Velabrum, because, the river frequently overflowing, they went over in ferry-boats somewhere hereabouts to the forum, the Latin word for ferrying being velatura. Others derive the name from velum, a sail; because the exhibitors of public shows used to hang the road that leads from the forum to the Circus Maximus with sails, beginning at this spot. Upon these accounts the second Larentia is honored at Rome.
Some people believe that the origin of this fable comes from a nurse for children, due to the ambiguity of her name; the Latins called wolves "lupae," which also referred to promiscuous women, and one such woman was Faustulus's wife, who raised these children, named Acca Larentia. The Romans make sacrifices to her, and during April, the priest of Mars pours out libations there; this occasion is known as the Larentian Feast. They also honor another Larentia for the following reason: the caretaker of Hercules's temple, having little else to do, proposed a dice game to the god, stating that if he won, he would get something valuable from Hercules, but if he lost, he would provide a great meal and arrange for the company of a beautiful woman. By these terms, he first rolled for the god and then for himself, and he ended up losing. Wanting to honor his bet, and feeling obligated by his own words, he prepared a nice dinner for the god and, giving money to Larentia, who was still beautiful but not widely known, threw a feast in the temple, where he also set up a bed, and after dinner, locked her in as if the deity was truly going to visit her. Indeed, it’s said that the god did come to her and instructed her in the morning to go to the marketplace and greet the first man she saw and become his friend. She encountered a man named Tarrutius, who was older, wealthy, childless, and had always lived alone. He welcomed Larentia and grew to love her, and at his death, he made her the sole heir to all his substantial and fine possessions, most of which she later bequeathed to the people in her will. As she became famous and regarded as the lover of a god, it was reported that she suddenly vanished near the site where the first Larentia was buried; this location is still called Velabrum today because, due to frequent flooding, people used to take boats here to cross over to the forum, with "velatura" being the Latin word for ferrying. Others say the name comes from "velum," meaning sail, because the organizers of public events used to decorate the road from the forum to the Circus Maximus with sails, starting at this spot. For these reasons, the second Larentia is honored in Rome.
Meantime Faustulus, Amulius’s swineherd, brought up the children without any man’s knowledge; or, as those say who wish to keep closer to probabilities, with the knowledge and secret assistance of Numitor; for it is said, they went to school at Gabii, and were well instructed in letters, and other accomplishments befitting their birth. And they were called Romulus and Remus, (from ruma, the dug,) as we had before, because they were found sucking the wolf. In their very infancy, the size and beauty of their bodies intimated their natural superiority; and when they grew up, they both proved brave and manly, attempting all enterprises that seemed hazardous, and showing in them a courage altogether undaunted. But Romulus seemed rather to act by counsel, and to show the sagacity of a statesman, and in all his dealings with their neighbors, whether relating to feeding of flocks or to hunting, gave the idea of being born rather to rule than to obey. To their comrades and inferiors they were therefore dear; but the king’s servants, his bailiffs and overseers, as being in nothing better men than themselves, they despised and slighted, nor were the least concerned at their commands and menaces. They used honest pastimes and liberal studies, not esteeming sloth and idleness honest and liberal, but rather such exercises as hunting and running, repelling robbers, taking of thieves, and delivering the wronged and oppressed from injury. For doing such things they became famous.
In the meantime, Faustulus, Amulius’s swineherd, raised the children without anyone knowing; or, as some say who prefer to stick closer to the truth, with the awareness and secret help of Numitor. It’s said they went to school at Gabii, where they learned to read and developed other skills appropriate for their lineage. They were named Romulus and Remus (from the word ruma, meaning “the breast”) because they were found suckling from a she-wolf. Even as infants, their size and beauty hinted at their natural superiority; and as they grew, both proved to be brave and strong, taking on all sorts of risky ventures with fearless determination. Romulus, in particular, appeared to act with strategy and showed the wisdom of a statesman. In all his interactions with their neighbors—whether related to raising livestock or hunting—he gave the impression that he was born to lead rather than follow. Because of this, they were well-liked by their peers and those below them, but they looked down on the king’s servants, bailiffs, and overseers, considering them no better than themselves, and they paid little attention to their orders and threats. They engaged in wholesome pastimes and meaningful studies, not regarding laziness and idleness as honorable, but instead participating in activities like hunting, running, fighting off thieves, and protecting the wronged and oppressed. Through these deeds, they became famous.
A quarrel occurring between Numitor’s and Amulius’s cowherds, the latter, not enduring the driving away of their cattle by the others, fell upon them and put them to flight, and rescued the greatest part of the prey. At which Numitor being highly incensed, they little regarded it, but collected and took into their company a number of needy men and runaway slaves,—acts which looked like the first stages of rebellion. It so happened, that when Romulus was attending a sacrifice, being fond of sacred rites and divination, Numitor’s herdsmen, meeting with Remus on a journey with few companions, fell upon him, and, after some fighting, took him prisoner, carried him before Numitor, and there accused him. Numitor would not punish him himself, fearing his brother’s anger, but went to Amulius, and desired justice, as he was Amulius’s brother and was affronted by Amulius’s servants. The men of Alba likewise resenting the thing, and thinking he had been dishonorably used, Amulius was induced to deliver Remus up into Numitor’s hands, to use him as he thought fit. He therefore took and carried him home, and, being struck with admiration of the youth’s person, in stature and strength of body exceeding all men, and perceiving in his very countenance the courage and force of his mind, which stood unsubdued and unmoved by his present circumstances, and hearing further that all the enterprises and actions of his life were answerable to what he saw of him, but chiefly, as it seemed, a divine influence aiding and directing the first steps that were to lead to great results, out of the mere thought of his mind, and casually, as it were, he put his hand upon the fact, and, in gentle terms and with a kind aspect, to inspire him with confidence and hope, asked him who he was, and whence he was derived. He, taking heart, spoke thus: “ I will hide nothing from you, for you seem to be of a more princely temper than Amulius, in that you give a hearing and examine before you punish, while he condemns before the cause is heard. Formerly, then, we (for we are twins) thought ourselves the sons of Faustulus and Larentia, the king’s servants; but since we have been accused and aspersed with calumnies, and brought in peril of our lives here before you, we hear great things of ourselves, the truth of which my present danger is likely to bring to the test. Our birth is said to have been secret, our fostering and nurture in our infancy still more strange; by birds and beasts, to whom we were cast out, we were fed, by the milk of a wolf, and the morsels of a woodpecker, as we lay in a little trough by the side of the river. The trough is still in being, and is preserved, with brass plates round it, and an inscription in letters almost effaced; which may prove hereafter unavailing tokens to our parents when we are dead and gone.” Numitor, upon these words, and computing the dates by the young man’s looks, slighted not the hope that flattered him, but considered how to come at his daughter privately (for she was still kept under restraint), to talk with her concerning these matters.
A fight broke out between Numitor’s and Amulius’s cowherds. The cowherds of Amulius, unable to tolerate losing their cattle, attacked and scared off the other group, recovering most of the stolen cattle. Numitor was extremely angry about it, but they didn’t care much and instead gathered a bunch of needy men and runaway slaves—actions that seemed to signal the early signs of a rebellion. One day, while Romulus was at a sacrifice, which he loved due to his interest in sacred rituals and divination, Numitor’s herdsmen encountered Remus, who was traveling with only a few companions. They ambushed him, and after some fighting, they captured him and brought him before Numitor to accuse him. Numitor didn’t want to punish him himself, worried about his brother’s rage, so he went to Amulius to seek justice since he was Amulius’s brother and had been wronged by Amulius’s men. The people of Alba were also upset and felt that Remus had been treated badly, prompting Amulius to hand Remus over to Numitor for him to deal with as he saw fit. Numitor took him home and was struck by Remus’s impressive appearance, his stature and strength surpassing those of other men. He noticed in Remus’s face a spirit that was bold and unbroken by his current situation. Hearing that all of his past actions reflected this strength, Numitor believed there was a divine influence guiding him towards something great. With this in mind, he approached Remus gently, hoping to inspire confidence and hope, and asked him about his identity and background. Gathering his courage, Remus replied, “I won’t hide anything from you because you seem more princely than Amulius, since you listen and investigate before punishing, while he condemns without hearing the case. Once, we (we are twins) thought we were the sons of Faustulus and Larentia, who were the king’s servants; but now, facing accusations and slander, risking our lives here before you, we’ve been hearing remarkable things about ourselves, the truth of which my current peril will reveal. Our birth is said to be a secret, and our unusual upbringing is even stranger; we were abandoned and raised by birds and beasts, fed by a wolf’s milk and bits from a woodpecker while we lay in a small trough by the river. The trough still exists, preserved with brass plates around it and an inscription that is almost unreadable; it might serve as a worthless reminder to our parents once we’re gone.” Upon hearing these words and judging the dates by Remus’s appearance, Numitor didn’t dismiss the hope he felt. Instead, he thought about how to reach his daughter privately (as she was still being kept under lock and key) to discuss these issues with her.
Faustulus, hearing Remus was taken and delivered up, called on Romulus to assist in his rescue, informing him then plainly of the particulars of his birth, not but he had before given hints of it, and told as much as an attentive man might make no small conclusions from; he himself, full of concern and fear of not coming in time, took the trough, and ran instantly to Numitor; but giving a suspicion to some of the king’s sentry at his gate, and being gazed upon by them and perplexed with their questions, he let it be seen that he was hiding the trough under his cloak. By chance there was one among them who was at the exposing of the children, and was one employed in the office; he, seeing the trough and knowing it by its make and inscription, guessed at the business, and, without further delay, telling the king of it, brought in the man to be examined. Faustulus, hard beset, did not show himself altogether proof against terror; nor yet was he wholly forced out of all; confessed indeed the children were alive, but lived, he said, as shepherds, a great way from Alba; he himself was going to carry the trough to Ilia, who had often greatly desired to see and handle it, for a confirmation of her hopes of her children. As men generally do who are troubled in mind and act either in fear or passion, it so fell out Amulius now did; for he sent in haste as a messenger, a man, otherwise honest, and friendly to Numitor, with commands to learn from Numitor whether any tidings were come to him of the children’s being alive. He, coming and seeing how little Remus wanted of being received into the arms and embraces of Numitor, both gave him surer confidence in his hope, and advised them, with all expedition, to proceed to action; himself too joining and assisting them, and indeed, had they wished it, the time would not have let them demur. For Romulus was now come very near, and many of the citizens, out of fear and hatred of Amulius, were running out to join him; besides, he brought great forces with him, divided into companies, each of an hundred men, every captain carrying a small bundle of grass and shrubs tied to a pole. The Latins call such bundles manipuli and from hence it is that in their armies still they call their captains manipulares. Remus rousing the citizens within to revolt, and Romulus making attacks from without, the tyrant, not knowing either what to do, or what expedient to think of for his security, in this perplexity and confusion was taken and put to death. This narrative, for the most part given by Fabius and Diocles of Peparethus, who seem to be the earliest historians of the foundation of Rome, is suspected by some, because of its dramatic and fictitious appearance; but it would not wholly be disbelieved, if men would remember what a poet fortune sometimes shows herself, and consider that the Roman power would hardly have reached so high a pitch without a divinely ordered origin, attended with great and extraordinary circumstances.
Faustulus, hearing that Remus was captured and delivered, called on Romulus to help rescue him, clearly informing him of the details of his birth, although he had previously hinted at it. He shared enough for an attentive person to draw significant conclusions. Filled with concern and afraid of being late, he took the trough and quickly ran to Numitor. However, he aroused suspicion from some of the king’s guards at the gate, and as they stared at him and bombarded him with questions, he revealed that he was hiding the trough under his cloak. By chance, one of the guards had been involved in the exposure of the children and recognized the trough by its design and inscription. Without delay, he informed the king and brought Faustulus in for questioning. Faced with a tough situation, Faustulus didn’t completely hide his fear; although he admitted that the children were alive, he claimed they were living as shepherds far from Alba. He explained that he was going to take the trough to Ilia, who had often expressed her desire to see and touch it, hoping to confirm her dreams of her children. As is typical for people troubled and acting out of fear or passion, Amulius now did the same; he quickly sent a trustworthy messenger, a friend of Numitor, to find out whether Numitor had heard any news about the children being alive. Upon arrival, the messenger saw how close Remus was to being welcomed into Numitor's embrace, which gave him more confidence in his hope and advised them to act quickly. He also joined and assisted them, and indeed, if they had wished, they would not have had time to hesitate. Romulus was now very close, and many citizens, driven by fear and hatred of Amulius, were rushing out to join him. Furthermore, he brought a significant force with him, divided into companies of a hundred men each, with every captain carrying a small bundle of grass and shrubs tied to a pole. The Latins refer to such bundles as manipuli, and that's why their army captains are still called manipulares. With Remus encouraging the citizens to revolt from within and Romulus launching attacks from outside, the tyrant, not knowing what to do or how to ensure his safety, found himself confused and was ultimately captured and killed. This account, mostly provided by Fabius and Diocles of Peparethus, who are regarded as some of the earliest historians of Rome's foundation, is doubted by some due to its dramatic and fictional nature. However, it wouldn't be completely dismissed if people remembered how fortune can sometimes act like a poet and considered that the Roman power wouldn't have reached such heights without a divinely orchestrated origin, accompanied by remarkable and extraordinary circumstances.
Amulius now being dead and matters quietly disposed, the two brothers would neither dwell in Alba without governing there, nor take the government into their own hands during the life of their grandfather. Having therefore delivered the dominion up into his hands, and paid their mother befitting honor, they resolved to live by themselves, and build a city in the same place where they were in their infancy brought up. This seems the most honorable reason for their departure; though perhaps it was necessary, having such a body of slaves and fugitives collected about them, either to come to nothing by dispersing them, or if not so, then to live with them elsewhere. For that the inhabitants of Alba did not think fugitives worthy of being received and incorporated as citizens among them plainly appears from the matter of the women, an attempt made not wantonly but of necessity, because they could not get wives by good-will. For they certainly paid unusual respect and honor to those whom they thus forcibly seized.
With Amulius now dead and everything settled, the two brothers decided they wouldn’t live in Alba without ruling it, nor would they take control while their grandfather was still alive. So, after handing over power to him and honoring their mother properly, they chose to live on their own and build a city where they were raised in their early years. This seems like the most honorable reason for their departure; however, it was likely necessary given the large number of slaves and fugitives gathered around them—either they would need to scatter them or find a new place to live together. The people of Alba clearly didn’t see fugitives as worthy of being accepted as citizens, as evidenced by the situation with the women. Their attempt to take wives wasn’t out of want but necessity since they couldn’t find partners willingly. They definitely showed unusual respect and honor to those women they captured.
Not long after the first foundation of the city, they opened a sanctuary of refuge for all fugitives, which they called the temple of the god Asylaeus, where they received and protected all, delivering none back, neither the servant to his master, the debtor to his creditor, nor the murderer into the hands of the magistrate, saying it was a privileged place, and they could so maintain it by an order of the holy oracle; insomuch that the city grew presently very populous, for, they say, it consisted at first of no more than a thousand houses. But of that hereafter.
Not long after the city was first established, they opened a sanctuary for all runaways, calling it the temple of the god Asylaeus. Here, they welcomed and protected everyone, never sending anyone back—neither a servant to their master, a debtor to their creditor, nor a murderer to the authorities—claiming it was a sacred place, and they could uphold this by a decree from the holy oracle. As a result, the city quickly became very populated, as it's said that it originally had no more than a thousand houses. But more on that later.
Their minds being fully bent upon building, there arose presently a difference about the place where. Romulus chose what was called Roma Quadrata, or the Square Rome, and would have the city there. Remus laid out a piece of ground on the Aventine Mount, well fortified by nature, which was from him called Remonium, but now Rignarium. Concluding at last to decide the contest by a divination from a flight of birds, and placing themselves apart at some distance, Remus, they say, saw six vultures, and Romulus double the number; others say Remus did truly see his number, and that Romulus feigned his, but, when Remus came to him, that then he did, indeed, see twelve. Hence it is that the Romans, in their divinations from birds, chiefly regard the vulture, though Herodorus Ponticus relates that Hercules was always very joyful when a vulture appeared to him upon any action. For it is a creature the least hurtful of any, pernicious neither to corn, fruit-tree, nor cattle; it preys only upon carrion, and never kills or hurts any living thing; and as for birds, it touches not them, though they are dead, as being of its own species, whereas eagles, owls, and hawks mangle and kill their own fellow-creatures; yet, as Aeschylus says,—
Their minds focused entirely on building, a disagreement soon arose about where to do it. Romulus picked a spot called Roma Quadrata, or Square Rome, and wanted the city there. Remus laid out a piece of land on Aventine Hill, which was naturally fortified, and named it Remonium, but now it's called Rignarium. They decided to settle the dispute with a bird divination and positioned themselves some distance apart. According to reports, Remus saw six vultures, while Romulus saw twice that number; others claim Remus actually saw his count, and that Romulus made up his, but when Remus approached him, he did indeed see twelve. This is why Romans, in their bird divinations, mainly consider the vulture, although Herodorus Ponticus notes that Hercules was always very happy whenever a vulture appeared during any endeavor. It's a creature that does the least harm of all; it doesn't ruin crops, fruit trees, or livestock; it only feeds on carrion and never kills or harms any living thing; and regarding other birds, it doesn't touch them even when they're dead, as they're of its kind, while eagles, owls, and hawks hunt and kill their own species; yet, as Aeschylus states,—
What bird is clean that preys on fellow bird ?
What kind of bird is clean that hunts other birds?
Besides all other birds are, so to say, never out of our eyes; they let themselves be seen of us continually; but a vulture is a very rare sight, and you can seldom meet with a man that has seen their young; their rarity and infrequency has raised a strange opinion in some, that they come to us from some other world; as soothsayers ascribe a divine origination to all things not produced either of nature or of themselves.
Unlike other birds, which are always visible to us, vultures are quite rare. It's uncommon to find someone who has seen a vulture chick. Because of their scarcity, some people have come to believe that they come from another world; much like soothsayers attribute a divine origin to things that aren't produced by nature or themselves.
When Remus knew the cheat, he was much displeased; and as Romulus was casting up a ditch, where he designed the foundation of the citywall, he turned some pieces of the work to ridicule, and obstructed others: at last, as he was in contempt leaping over it, some say Romulus himself struck him, others Celer, one of his companions; he fell, however, and in the scuffle Faustulus also was slain, and Plistinus, who, being Faustulus’s brother, story tells us, helped to bring up Romulus. Celer upon this fled instantly into Tuscany, and from him the Romans call all men that are swift of foot Celeres; and because Quintus Metellus, at his father’s funeral, in a few days’ time gave the people a show of gladiators, admiring his expedition in getting it ready, they gave him the name of Celer.
When Remus discovered the trick, he was really upset; and while Romulus was digging a ditch for the foundation of the city wall, Remus made fun of some parts of the work and blocked others. Finally, while he was carelessly jumping over it, some say Romulus himself hit him, while others say it was Celer, one of his friends. Regardless, he fell, and during the struggle, Faustulus was also killed, along with Plistinus, who, according to legend, helped raise Romulus and was Faustulus's brother. After this, Celer quickly fled to Tuscany, and that's where the Romans got the term Celeres for anyone who is fast on their feet; additionally, Quintus Metellus, after holding a gladiator show just a few days after his father's funeral, impressed the people with how quickly he organized it, and they gave him the nickname Celer.
Romulus, having buried his brother Remus, together with his two foster- fathers, on the mount Remonia, set to building his city; and sent for men out of Tuscany, who directed him by sacred usages and written rules in all the ceremonies to be observed, as in a religious rite. First, they dug a round trench about that which is now the Comitium, or Court of Assembly, and into it solemnly threw the first-fruits of all things either good by custom or necessary by nature; lastly, every man taking a small piece of earth of the country from whence he came, they all threw them in promiscuously together. This trench they call, as they do the heavens, Mundus; making which their center, they described the city in a circle round it. Then the founder fitted to a plow a brazen plowshare, and, yoking together a bull and a cow, drove himself a deep line or furrow round the bounds; while the business of those that followed after was to see that whatever earth was thrown up should be turned all inwards towards the city, and not to let any clod lie outside. With this line they described the wall, and called it, by a contraction, Pomoerium, that is, post murum, after or beside the wall; and where they designed to make a gate, there they took out the share, carried the plow over, and left a space; for which reason they consider the whole wall as holy, except where the gates are; for had they adjudged them also sacred, they could not, without offense to religion, have given free ingress and egress for the necessaries of human life, some of which are in themselves unclean.
Romulus, after burying his brother Remus along with his two foster fathers on Mount Remonia, began building his city. He called for men from Tuscany, who guided him through sacred traditions and written rules for all the ceremonies to be followed, like a religious ritual. First, they dug a circular trench around what is now the Comitium, or Court of Assembly, and solemnly tossed in the first fruits of everything considered good by tradition or necessary by nature. Finally, each man took a small piece of earth from his homeland and mixed it in together. They called this trench, like the heavens, Mundus; using this as their center, they outlined the city in a circle around it. Then the founder fitted a bronze plowshare to a plow and, yoking a bull and a cow together, plowed a deep line around the borders. The task of those following was to ensure that all the soil thrown up was turned inward toward the city and that no clods were left outside. With this line, they marked the wall and called it, in shorthand, Pomoerium, meaning "post murum" or "after the wall." Where they intended to create a gate, they removed the share, carried the plow over, and left a gap; for this reason, they regard the entire wall as sacred, except for the gates, because if they deemed the gates sacred too, they wouldn't be able to allow free entry and exit for essential needs of life, some of which are inherently unclean.
As for the day they began to build the city, it is universally agreed to have been the twenty-first of April, and that day the Romans annually keep holy, calling it their country’s birthday. At first, they say, they sacrificed no living creature on this day, thinking it fit to preserve the feast of their country’s birthday pure and without stain of blood. Yet before ever the city was built, there was a feast of herdsmen and shepherds kept on this day, which went by the name of Palilia. The Roman and Greek months have now little or no agreement; they say, however, the day on which Romulus began to build was quite certainly the thirtieth of the month, at which time there was an eclipse of the sun which they conceive to be that seen by Antimachus, the Teian poet, in the third year of the sixth Olympiad. In the times of Varro the philosopher, a man deeply read in Roman history, lived one Tarrutius, his familiar acquaintance, a good philosopher and mathematician, and one, too, that out of curiosity had studied the way of drawing schemes and tables, and was thought to be a proficient in the art; to him Varro propounded to cast Romulus’s nativity, even to the first day and hour, making his deductions from the several events of the man’s life which he should be informed of, exactly as in working back a geometrical problem; for it belonged, he said, to the same science both to foretell a man’s life by knowing the time of his birth, and also to find out his birth by the knowledge of his life. This task Tarrutius undertook, and first looking into the actions and casualties of the man, together with the time of his life and manner of his death, and then comparing all these remarks together, he very confidently and positively pronounced that Romulus was conceived in his mother’s womb the first year of the second Olympiad, the twenty-third day of the month the Egyptians call Choeac, and the third hour after sunset, at which time there was a total eclipse of the sun; that he was born the twenty-first day of the month Thoth, about sun-rising; and that the first stone of Rome was laid by him the ninth day of the month Pharmuthi, between the second and third hour. For the fortunes of cities as well as of men, they think, have their certain periods of time prefixed, which may be collected and foreknown from the position of the stars at their first foundation. But these and the like relations may perhaps not so much take and delight the reader with their novelty and curiosity, as offend him by their extravagance.
Regarding the day the city was founded, it's widely accepted that it was April 21st, which the Romans annually celebrate as their nation's birthday. Initially, they didn't sacrifice any living beings on this day, believing it was important to keep the celebration of their nation's birthday pure and free from bloodshed. However, before the city was built, they held a festival for herdsmen and shepherds on that day, known as Palilia. Today, the Roman and Greek calendars don't align very well, but it is generally believed that Romulus started building the city on the 30th of the month, during a solar eclipse that they think was witnessed by Antimachus, the poet from Teos, in the third year of the sixth Olympiad. In the time of Varro, the philosopher who was well-versed in Roman history, there was a man named Tarrutius, a close friend of his, who was also a good philosopher and mathematician. Out of curiosity, he studied the art of creating charts and tables and was considered skilled in it. Varro asked him to calculate Romulus’s birth details, including the exact day and hour, by analyzing various events in his life, similar to solving a geometry problem. According to Varro, both predicting someone's life by knowing their birth time and determining their birth time from knowledge of their life belonged to the same discipline. Tarrutius accepted this challenge and began by examining Romulus's actions and circumstances, along with the timeline of his life and manner of death. After comparing all this information, he confidently asserted that Romulus was conceived in his mother's womb in the first year of the second Olympiad, on the 23rd day of the month the Egyptians call Choeac, during the third hour after sunset when there was a total solar eclipse; that he was born on the 21st day of the month Thoth at sunrise; and that he laid the first stone of Rome on the 9th day of the month Pharmuthi, between the second and third hours. They believe that the fates of cities, like those of individuals, have specific timeframes established that can be determined from the positions of the stars at their founding. However, such stories may not captivate the reader with their novelty and curiosity, but instead may offend them with their absurdity.
The city now being built, Romulus enlisted all that were of age to bear arms into military companies, each company consisting of three thousand footmen and three hundred horse. These companies were called legions, because they were the choicest and most select of the people for fighting men. The rest of the multitude he called the people; one hundred of the most eminent he chose for counselors; these he styled patricians, and their assembly the senate, which signifies a council of elders. The patricians, some say, were so called because they were the fathers of lawful children; others, because they could give a good account who their own fathers were, which not every one of the rabble that poured into the city at first could do; others, from patronage, their word for protection of inferiors, the origin of which they attribute to Patron, one of those that came over with Evander, who was a great protector and defender of the weak and needy. But perhaps the most probable judgment might be, that Romulus, esteeming it the duty of the chiefest and wealthiest men, with a fatherly care and concern to look after the meaner, and also encouraging the commonalty not to dread or be aggrieved at the honors of their superiors, but to love and respect them, and to think and call them their fathers, might from hence give them the name of patricians. For at this very time all foreigners give senators the style of lords; but the Romans, making use of a more honorable and less invidious name, call them Patres Conscripti; at first indeed simply Patres, but afterwards, more being added, Patres Conscripti. By this more imposing title he distinguished the senate from the populace; and in other ways also separated the nobles and the commons,—calling them patrons, and these their clients,—by which means he created wonderful love and amity between them, productive of great justice in their dealings. For they were always their clients’ counselors in law cases, their advocates in courts of justice, in fine their advisers and supporters in all affairs whatever. These again faithfully served their patrons, not only paying them all respect and deference, but also, in case of poverty, helping them to portion their daughters and pay off their debts; and for a patron to witness against his client, or a client against his patron, was what no law nor magistrate could enforce. In after times all other duties subsisting still between them, it was thought mean and dishonorable for the better sort to take money from their inferiors. And so much of these matters.
The city that was being built, Romulus gathered everyone of age to take up arms into military groups, each group made up of three thousand foot soldiers and three hundred cavalry. These groups were called legions because they were the finest and most elite fighters. The rest of the people were referred to as the populace; from the most distinguished, he selected one hundred to serve as counselors; he called them patricians and their assembly the senate, which means a council of elders. Some say the patricians were named this because they were fathers of legitimate children; others say it was because they could trace their lineage, which not everyone who flooded into the city at first could do; others suggest it came from patronage, their term for protecting the less fortunate, which they attribute to Patron, one of those who accompanied Evander, a great defender of the weak and needy. But perhaps the most likely explanation is that Romulus believed it was the responsibility of the wealthiest and most prominent men to care for the less fortunate. He wanted to encourage the common people not to fear or resent their superiors’ honors but to love and respect them, thinking of them as fathers, which might have led to their being called patricians. At this time, all outsiders referred to senators as lords; however, the Romans used a more respectful and less contentious name, calling them Patres Conscripti; initially just Patres, but later adding more to it, Patres Conscripti. With this more impressive title, he distinguished the senate from the general population, and in other ways also set apart the nobility from the common people—calling them patrons, and the others their clients—which fostered strong loyalty and friendship between them, resulting in great fairness in their interactions. The patrons were always their clients' advisors in legal matters, their champions in court, and essentially their guides and supporters in all areas. In return, the clients served their patrons loyally, not only showing them respect and deference but also helping them with their daughters' dowries and repaying debts in times of need; and for a patron to testify against his client, or a client against his patron, was something no law or official could enforce. Over time, with their other obligations still in place, it became seen as undignified and shameful for the upper class to accept money from their inferiors. And that's about it for these matters.
In the fourth month, after the city was built, as Fabius writes, the adventure of stealing the women was attempted; and some say Romulus himself, being naturally a martial man, and predisposed too, perhaps, by certain oracles, to believe the fates had ordained the future growth and greatness of Rome should depend upon the benefit of war, upon these accounts first offered violence to the Sabines, since he took away only thirty virgins, more to give an occasion of war than out of any want of women. But this is not very probable; it would seem rather that, observing his city to be filled by a confluence of foreigners, few of whom had wives, and that the multitude in general, consisting of a mixture of mean and obscure men, fell under contempt, and seemed to be of no long continuance together, and hoping farther, after the women were appeased, to make this injury in some measure an occasion of confederacy and mutual commerce with the Sabines, he took in hand this exploit after this manner. First, he gave it out as if he had found an altar of a certain god hid under ground; the god they called Consus, either the god of counsel (for they still call a consultation consilium and their chief magistrates consules, namely, counselors), or else the equestrian Neptune, for the altar is kept covered in the circus maximus at all other times, and only at horse-races is exposed to public view; others merely say that this god had his altar hid under ground because counsel ought to be secret and concealed. Upon discovery of this altar, Romulus, by proclamation, appointed a day for a splendid sacrifice, and for public games and shows, to entertain all sorts of people; many flocked thither, and he himself sat in front, amidst his nobles, clad in purple. Now the signal for their falling on was to be whenever he rose and gathered up his robe and threw it over his body; his men stood all ready armed, with their eyes intent upon him, and when the sign was given, drawing their swords and falling on with a great shout, they ravished away the daughters of the Sabines, they themselves flying without any let or hindrance. They say there were but thirty taken, and from them the Curiae or Fraternities were named; but Valerius Antias says five hundred and twenty-seven, Juba, six hundred and eighty-three virgins; which was indeed the greatest excuse Romulus could allege, namely, that they had taken no married woman, save one only, Hersilia by name, and her too unknowingly; which showed they did not commit this rape wantonly, but with a design purely of forming alliance with their neighbors by the greatest and surest bonds. This Hersilia some say Hostilius married, a most eminent man among the Romans; others, Romulus himself, and that she bore two children to him, a daughter, by reason of primogeniture called Prima, and one only son, whom, from the great concourse of citizens to him at that time, he called Aollius, but after ages Abillius. But Zenodotus the Troezenian, in giving this account, is contradicted by many.
In the fourth month after the city was built, according to Fabius, there was an attempt to abduct the women. Some say Romulus himself, being naturally a warrior and perhaps influenced by certain oracles that suggested the future growth and greatness of Rome depended on the benefits of war, initiated this violent act against the Sabines. He took only thirty virgins, more to spark a war than out of any real need for women. However, that seems unlikely; it appears more probable that, seeing his city filled with a mix of foreigners, many of whom didn't have wives, and recognizing that the overall crowd, made up of common and obscure people, was looked down upon and likely wouldn't last, he hoped that after the women were settled, this act would lead to a sort of confederation and mutual trade with the Sabines. He approached this plan by first claiming to have found an altar of a certain god buried in the ground; they called this god Consus, who is either the god of counsel (as they still refer to a consultation as consilium and their top officials consules, or counselors) or possibly Neptune of the horses, since the altar is kept covered in the Circus Maximus at all times and only revealed during horse races. Others say that this god's altar was hidden underground because counsel should be secret and hidden. After discovering the altar, Romulus, through a proclamation, set a date for a grand sacrifice, public games, and shows to attract all kinds of people. Many gathered, and he himself sat in front, surrounded by his nobles, dressed in purple. The signal for the attack was to be when he stood up, gathered his robe, and draped it over his body; his men, fully armed, were watching him closely. When the signal was given, they drew their swords and, with a loud shout, seized the daughters of the Sabines, escaping without any trouble. They say only thirty were taken, and from them, the Curiae or Fraternities were named; but Valerius Antias claims there were five hundred and twenty-seven, and Juba says six hundred and eighty-three virgins were taken. This was really the biggest defense Romulus could provide—that they took no married women, except for one, named Hersilia, and even that was unintentional, which showed they didn't carry out this act recklessly, but with the genuine intention of forming alliances with their neighbors through the strongest and most reliable bonds. Some say Hersilia later married Hostilius, a highly regarded man among the Romans; others claim it was Romulus himself, who had two children with her: a daughter, named Prima due to her being the firstborn, and a son whom, due to the large number of citizens flocking to him at that time, he named Aollius, but in later times was called Abillius. However, many contradict Zenodotus the Troezenian in this account.
Among those who committed this rape upon the virgins, there were, they say, as it so then happened, some of the meaner sort of men, who were carrying off a damsel, excelling all in beauty and comeliness of stature, whom when some of superior rank that met them attempted to take away, they cried out they were carrying her to Talasius, a young man, indeed, but brave and worthy; hearing that, they commended and applauded them loudly, and also some, turning back, accompanied them with good- will and pleasure, shouting out the name of Talasius. Hence the Romans to this very time, at their weddings, sing Talasius for their nuptial word, as the Greeks do Hymenaeus, because, they say, Talasius was very happy in his marriage. But Sextius Sylla the Carthaginian, a man wanting neither learning nor ingenuity, told me Romulus gave this word as a sign when to begin the onset; everybody, therefore, who made prize of a maiden, cried out, Talasius; and for that reason the custom continues so now at marriages. But most are of opinion (of whom Juba particularly is one) that this word was used to new-married women by way of incitement to good housewifery and talasia (spinning), as we say in Greek, Greek words at that time not being as yet overpowered by Italian. But if this be the case, and if the Romans did at that time use the word talasia as we do, a man might fancy a more probable reason of the custom. For when the Sabines, after the war against the Romans, were reconciled, conditions were made concerning their women, that they should be obliged to do no other servile offices to their husbands but what concerned spinning; it was customary, therefore, ever after, at weddings, for those that gave the bride or escorted her or otherwise were present, sportingly to say Talasius, intimating that she was henceforth to serve in spinning and no more. It continues also a custom at this very day for the bride not of herself to pass her husband’s threshold, but to be lifted over, in memory that the Sabine virgins were carried in by violence, and did not go in of their own will. Some say, too, the custom of parting the bride’s hair with the head of a spear was in token their marriages began at first by war and acts of hostility, of which I have spoken more fully in my book of Questions.
Among those who forced themselves on the virgins, there were, as they say, some less reputable men who were taking away a young woman, unmatched in beauty and grace. When some higher-ranking men encountered them and tried to intervene, the kidnappers shouted that they were taking her to Talasius, a young man who was brave and deserving. Upon hearing this, people cheered and praised the kidnappers, and some turned back to accompany them joyfully, shouting out the name Talasius. As a result, Romans still sing "Talasius" at their weddings, similar to how the Greeks say "Hymenaeus," because they believe Talasius had a very successful marriage. However, Sextius Sylla the Carthaginian, a knowledgeable and clever man, told me that Romulus used this word as a signal to start an attack; hence, anyone who abducted a maiden would shout "Talasius," which is why the tradition persists at weddings today. Many believe, including Juba, that this term was used by newly married women to encourage good housekeeping and spinning (which is called talasia in Greek), as Greek words were still relevant at that time and not overshadowed by Italian. If this is the case, and if the Romans did use 'talasia' as we do, one might think there’s a more plausible explanation for the custom. When the Sabines reconciled with the Romans after the war, it was agreed that they would only need to perform spinning tasks for their husbands. So, it became customary, during weddings, for those giving or escorting the bride or present at the event to jokingly say "Talasius," indicating she would now serve in spinning tasks and nothing more. It’s also still a tradition today for the bride not to cross her husband’s threshold on her own but to be carried over, remembering that the Sabine virgins were taken by force and didn’t enter willingly. Some say the ritual of parting the bride’s hair with a spear’s head symbolizes that their marriages originally began with war and conflict, which I’ve discussed in greater detail in my book on Questions.
This rape was committed on the eighteenth day of the month Sextilis, now called August, on which the solemnities of the Consualia are kept.
This rape took place on the eighteenth day of the month of Sextilis, now known as August, during the celebrations of the Consualia.
The Sabines were a numerous and martial people, but lived in small, unfortified villages, as it befitted, they thought, a colony of the Lacedaemonians to be bold and fearless; nevertheless, seeing themselves bound by such hostages to their good behavior, and being solicitous for their daughters, they sent ambassadors to Romulus with fair and equitable requests, that he would return their young women and recall that act of violence, and afterwards, by persuasion and lawful means, seek friendly correspondence between both nations. Romulus would not part with the young women, yet proposed to the Sabines to enter into an alliance with them; upon which point some consulted and demurred long, but Acron, king of the Ceninenses, a man of high spirit and a good warrior, who had all along a jealousy of Romulus’s bold attempts, and considering particularly from this exploit upon the women that he was growing formidable to all people, and indeed insufferable, were he not chastised, first rose up in arms, and with a powerful army advanced against him. Romulus likewise prepared to receive him; but when they came within sight and viewed each other, they made a challenge to fight a single duel, the armies standing by under arms, without participation. And Romulus, making a vow to Jupiter, if he should conquer, to carry, himself, and dedicate his adversary’s armor to his honor, overcame him in combat, and, a battle ensuing, routed his army also, and then took his city; but did those he found in it no injury, only commanded them to demolish the place and attend him to Rome, there to be admitted to all the privileges of citizens. And indeed there was nothing did more advance the greatness of Rome, than that she did always unite and incorporate those whom she conquered into herself. Romulus, that he might perform his vow in the most acceptable manner to Jupiter, and withal make the pomp of it delightful to the eye of the city, cut down a tall oak which he saw growing in the camp, which he trimmed to the shape of a trophy, and fastened on it Acron’s whole suit of armor disposed in proper form; then he himself, girding his clothes about him, and crowning his head with a laurel-garland, his hair gracefully flowing, carried the trophy resting erect upon his right shoulder, and so marched on, singing songs of triumph, and his whole army following after, the citizens all receiving him with acclamations of joy and wonder. The procession of this day was the origin and model of all after triumphs. This trophy was styled an offering to Jupiter Feretrius, from ferire, which in Latin is to smite; for Romulus prayed he might smite and overthrow his enemy; and the spoils were called opima, or royal spoils, says Varro, from their richness, which the word opes signifies; though one would more probably conjecture from opus, an act; for it is only to the general of an army who with his own hand kills his enemies’ general that this honor is granted of offering the opima spolia. And three only of the Roman captains have had it conferred on them: first, Romulus, upon killing Acron the Ceninensian; next, Cornelius Cossus, for slaying Tolumnius the Tuscan; and lastly, Claudius Marcellus, upon his conquering Viridomarus, king of the Gauls. The two latter, Cossus and Marcellus, made their entries in triumphant chariots, bearing their trophies themselves; but that Romulus made use of a chariot, Dionysius is wrong in asserting. History says, Tarquinius, Damaratus’s son, was the first that brought triumphs to this great pomp and grandeur; others, that Publicola was the first that rode in triumph. The statues of Romulus in triumph are, as may be seen in Rome, all on foot.
The Sabines were a large and warlike group, but they lived in small, unfortified villages, believing it was fitting for a colony of the Spartans to be brave and fearless. However, feeling bound by their hostages to behave well and worried about their daughters, they sent ambassadors to Romulus with reasonable requests for the return of their young women and to undo the act of violence. They also asked him to seek a friendly relationship between their nations through conversation and lawful means. Romulus refused to return the young women but offered to form an alliance with the Sabines. Some debated this for a long time, but Acron, king of the Ceninenses, who was a bold man and a skilled warrior, grew jealous of Romulus’s daring actions. He believed that Romulus was becoming a threat to everyone, especially after his assault on the women, so he took up arms and advanced against him with a strong army. Romulus prepared to face him too. When the two armies saw each other, they agreed to settle the conflict with a single duel, allowing the armies to remain armed but not participate. Romulus vowed to Jupiter that if he won, he would carry and dedicate his opponent's armor to him. He defeated Acron in battle and his forces fled, and afterward, he captured Acron's town. However, he did no harm to the people there; instead, he ordered them to tear down their city and come with him to Rome as citizens with full rights. Indeed, nothing contributed more to Rome's greatness than its practice of incorporating the people it conquered. To fulfill his vow in a way that would please Jupiter and create an impressive spectacle for the city, Romulus cut down a tall oak he found in the camp, shaped it into a trophy, and adorned it with Acron’s armor arranged properly. He then tied his clothes around him, wore a laurel crown, let his hair flow, and carried the trophy on his right shoulder as he marched on, singing victory songs, with his entire army following and the citizens welcoming him joyfully. This parade was the origin and model for all future triumphs. The trophy was called an offering to Jupiter Feretrius, derived from the Latin word "ferire," meaning to strike, because Romulus prayed for victory over his enemy. The spoils were known as opima, or royal spoils, according to Varro, due to their richness, as indicated by the word "opes," though it’s also reasonable to think it comes from "opus," meaning act; only the general of an army who personally kills an enemy general is honored with offering the opima spolia. Only three Roman leaders have received this honor: first, Romulus for killing Acron of the Ceninenses; next, Cornelius Cossus for slaying Tolumnius the Tuscan; and finally, Claudius Marcellus for defeating Viridomarus, king of the Gauls. The latter two, Cossus and Marcellus, entered in triumphant chariots while carrying their trophies themselves; however, it’s incorrect to say Romulus used a chariot. History notes that Tarquinius, the son of Damaratus, was the first to bring this grand display of triumphs, while others claim Publicola was the first to do so. The statues of Romulus in triumph, as seen in Rome, all depict him on foot.
After the overthrow of the Ceninensians, the other Sabines still protracting the time in preparations, the people of Fidenae, Crustumerium, and Antemna, joined their forces against the Romans; they in like manner were defeated in battle, and surrendered up to Romulus their cities to be seized, their lands and territories to be divided, and themselves to be transplanted to Rome. All the lands which Romulus acquired, he distributed among the citizens, except only what the parents of the stolen virgins had; these he suffered to possess their own. The rest of the Sabines, enraged hereat, choosing Tatius their captain, marched straight against Rome. The city was almost inaccessible, having for its fortress that which is now the Capitol, where a strong guard was placed, and Tarpeius their captain; not Tarpeia the virgin, as some say who would make Romulus a fool. But Tarpeia, daughter to the captain, coveting the golden bracelets she saw them wear, betrayed the fort into the Sabines’ hands, and asked, in reward of her treachery, the things they wore on their left arms. Tatius conditioning thus with her, in the night she opened one of the gates, and received the Sabines in. And truly Antigonus, it would seem, was not solitary in saying, he loved betrayers, but hated those who had betrayed; nor Caesar, who told Rhymitalces the Thracian, that he loved the treason, but hated the traitor; but it is the general feeling of all who have occasion for wicked men’s service, as people have for the poison of venomous beasts; they are glad of them while they are of use, and abhor their baseness when it is over. And so then did Tatius behave towards Tarpeia, for he commanded the Sabines, in regard to their contract, not to refuse her the least part of what they wore on their left arms; and he himself first took his bracelet of his arm, and threw that, together with his buckler, at her; and all the rest following, she, being borne down and quite buried with the multitude of gold and their shields, died under the weight and pressure of them; Tarpeius also himself, being prosecuted by Romulus, was found guilty of treason, as Juba says Sulpicius Galba relates. Those who write otherwise concerning Tarpeia, as that she was the daughter of Tatius, the Sabine captain, and, being forcibly detained by Romulus, acted and suffered thus by her father’s contrivance, speak very absurdly, of whom Antigonus is one. And Simylus, the poet, who thinks Tarpeia betrayed the Capitol, not to the Sabines, but the Gauls, having fallen in love with their king, talks mere folly, saying thus:—
After the Ceninensians were overthrown, the remaining Sabines took their time to prepare, and the people of Fidenae, Crustumerium, and Antemna united their forces against the Romans. They were similarly defeated in battle and surrendered their cities to Romulus, who seized them, divided their lands and territories, and relocated them to Rome. Romulus distributed all the lands he acquired among the citizens, except for what the parents of the abducted virgins had; he allowed them to keep their property. The rest of the Sabines, furious about this, chose Tatius as their leader and marched directly against Rome. The city was nearly impossible to access, fortified by what is now the Capitol, which had a strong guard and was led by Captain Tarpeius, not Tarpeia the virgin, as some have claimed to make Romulus look foolish. But Tarpeia, the captain's daughter, who coveted the golden bracelets she saw the Romans wearing, betrayed the fortress to the Sabines and asked for the items they wore on their left arms as a reward for her betrayal. Tatius agreed to this, and at night she opened one of the gates, letting the Sabines in. Indeed, Antigonus seems to have been right in saying that he loved those who betrayed but despised those who had been betrayed; nor did Caesar fail to convey to Rhymitalces the Thracian that he appreciated the treason but detested the traitor. This sentiment is common among those who need the services of wicked individuals, much like people need the poison from venomous animals; they are grateful for them while they serve a purpose and loathe their wickedness when it's over. Tatius acted in kind towards Tarpeia; he instructed the Sabines, as per their agreement, not to withhold even the smallest piece of what they had on their left arms. He himself was the first to take off his bracelet, throwing it, along with his shield, at her. As everyone else followed suit, she was overwhelmed and completely buried under the weight of the gold and shields, ultimately dying from it. Tarpeius himself, being pursued by Romulus, was found guilty of treason, as Juba mentions according to Sulpicius Galba. Those who tell a different story about Tarpeia, claiming she was Tatius's daughter and acted under her father's orders while being held against her will by Romulus, are making absurd claims, including Antigonus. Similarly, the poet Simylus, who believes Tarpeia betrayed the Capitol not to the Sabines but to the Gauls because she fell in love with their king, is simply talking nonsense.
Tarpeia ’twas, who, dwelling close thereby,
Laid open Rome unto the enemy.
She, for the love of the besieging Gaul,
Betrayed the city’s strength, the Capitol.
Tarpeia was the one who, living nearby,
Opened Rome up to the enemy.
She, for her love of the attacking Gauls,
Betrayed the city's power, the Capitol.
And a little after, speaking of her death:—
And a little later, talking about her death:—
The numerous nations of the Celtic foe
Bore her not living to the banks of Po;
Their heavy shields upon the maid they threw,
And with their splendid gifts entombed at once and slew.
The many nations of the Celtic enemy
Did not let her live to see the banks of Po;
They threw their heavy shields on the girl,
And with their precious gifts, they killed her and buried her at once.
Tarpeia afterwards was buried there, and the hill from her was called Tarpeius, until the reign of king Tarquin, who dedicated the place to Jupiter, at which time her bones were removed, and so it lost her name, except only that part of the Capitol which they still call the Tarpeian Rock, from which they used to cast down malefactors.
Tarpeia was later buried there, and the hill was named Tarpeius, until the reign of King Tarquin, who dedicated the site to Jupiter. At that time, her bones were removed, and the hill lost her name, except for the part of the Capitol that they still refer to as the Tarpeian Rock, from which they used to throw down wrongdoers.
The Sabines being possessed of the hill, Romulus, in great fury, bade them battle, and Tatius was confident to accept it, perceiving, if they were overpowered, that they had behind them a secure retreat. The level in the middle, where they were to join battle, being surrounded with many little hills, seemed to enforce both parties to a sharp and desperate conflict, by reason of the difficulties of the place, which had but a few outlets, inconvenient either for refuge or pursuit. It happened, too, the river having overflowed not many days before, there was left behind in the plain, where now the forum stands, a deep blind mud and slime, which, though it did not appear much to the eye, and was not easily avoided, at bottom was deceitful and dangerous; upon which the Sabines being unwarily about to enter, met with a piece of good fortune; for Curtius, a gallant man, eager of honor, and of aspiring thoughts, being mounted on horseback, was galloping on before the rest, and mired his horse here, and, endeavoring for awhile by whip and spur and voice to disentangle him, but finding it impossible, quitted him and saved himself; the place from him to this very time is called the Curtian Lake. The Sabines, having avoided this danger, began the fight very smartly, the fortune of the day being very dubious, though many were slain; amongst whom was Hostilius, who, they say, was husband to Hersilia, and grandfather to that Hostilius who reigned after Numa. There were many other brief conflicts, we may suppose, but the most memorable was the last, in which Romulus having received a wound on his head by a stone, and being almost felled to the ground by it, and disabled, the Romans gave way, and, being driven out of the level ground, fled towards the Palatium. Romulus, by this time recovering from his wound a little, turned about to renew the battle, and, facing the fliers, with a loud voice encouraged them to stand and fight. But being overborne with numbers, and nobody daring to face about, stretching out his hands to heaven, he prayed to Jupiter to stop the army, and not to neglect but maintain the Roman cause, now in extreme danger. The prayer was no sooner made, than shame and respect for their king checked many; the fears of the fugitives changed suddenly into confidence. The place they first stood at was where now is the temple of Jupiter Stator (which may be translated the Stayer); there they rallied again into ranks, and repulsed the Sabines to the place called now Regia, and to the temple of Vesta; where both parties, preparing to begin a second battle, were prevented by a spectacle, strange to behold, and defying description. For the daughters of the Sabines, who had been carried off, came running, in great confusion, some on this side, some on that, with miserable cries and lamentations, like creatures possessed, in the midst of the army, and among the dead bodies, to come at their husbands and their fathers, some with their young babes in their arms, others their hair loose about their ears, but all calling, now upon the Sabines, now upon the Romans, in the most tender and endearing words. Hereupon both melted into compassion, and fell back, to make room for them between the armies. The sight of the women carried sorrow and commiseration upon both sides into the hearts of all, but still more their words, which began with expostulation and upbraiding, and ended with entreaty and supplication.
The Sabines, holding the hill, Romulus, in a rage, challenged them to battle, and Tatius confidently accepted, realizing that if they were defeated, they had a safe retreat behind them. The flat area in the middle, where they were to engage in battle, was surrounded by many small hills, which forced both sides into a fierce and desperate fight due to the challenging terrain, which had only a few exits, making it difficult for escape or pursuit. It also happened that the river had flooded not long before, leaving a deep, hidden mud and slime on the plain where the forum now stands. Although it didn’t look bad and was hard to avoid, it was treacherous and dangerous underneath. As the Sabines unwittingly moved to enter, they encountered good fortune; Curtius, a brave man eager for glory and ambitious thoughts, rode ahead on horseback, got his horse stuck in the mud, and after trying unsuccessfully to free it with whip, spur, and voice, he abandoned the horse to save himself. This area has since been called the Curtian Lake. The Sabines avoided this trap and started the fight fiercely, with the outcome uncertain, despite many being killed, including Hostilius, who was said to be married to Hersilia and the grandfather of the Hostilius who ruled after Numa. There were likely many short skirmishes, but the most notable was the last one, where Romulus was struck on the head by a stone and nearly fell to the ground, leaving the Romans retreating and fleeing toward the Palatium. By this time, Romulus had recovered a bit from his wound and turned back to continue the battle, facing the fleeing soldiers and shouting to them to stand and fight. However, being overwhelmed by numbers and with no one willing to turn around, he raised his hands to the sky and prayed to Jupiter to halt the army and to not neglect but support the Roman cause, now in extreme danger. As soon as he prayed, many felt shame and respect for their king, and the fear of the fleeing soldiers quickly transformed into confidence. They initially gathered at the spot where the temple of Jupiter Stator stands today; there they regrouped and pushed back the Sabines to the place now known as Regia and the temple of Vesta. As both sides were preparing to start a second battle, they were interrupted by a sight that was strange and difficult to describe. The kidnapped daughters of the Sabines came running into the midst of the army, crying out in distress, some on one side and some on the other, desperate to reach their husbands and fathers, some holding their young babies, others with their hair disheveled, all calling out, now to the Sabines and now to the Romans, with the most tender and affectionate words. This moved both sides to compassion, and they stepped back to make space for the women between the armies. The sight of the women brought sorrow and pity into the hearts of everyone on both sides, but even more so their words, which began with grievances and reproaches and ended with pleas and supplications.
“Wherein,” say they, “have we injured or offended you, as to deserve such sufferings, past and present? We were ravished away unjustly and violently by those whose now we are; that being done, we were so long neglected by our fathers, our brothers, and countrymen, that time, having now by the strictest bonds united us to those we once mortally hated, has made it impossible for us not to tremble at the danger and weep at the death of the very men who once used violence to us. You did not come to vindicate our honor, while we were virgins, against our assailants; but do come now to force away wives from their husbands and mothers from their children, a succor more grievous to its wretched objects than the former betrayal and neglect of them. Which shall we call the worst, their love-making or your compassion? If you were making war upon any other occasion, for our sakes you ought to withhold your hands from those to whom we have made you fathers-in-law and grandsires. If it be for our own cause, then take us, and with us your sons-in-law and grandchildren. Restore to us our parents and kindred, but do not rob us of our children and husbands. Make us not, we entreat you, twice captives.” Hersilia having spoken many such words as these, and the others earnestly praying, a truce was made, and the chief officers came to a parley; the women, in the mean time, brought and presented their husbands and children to their fathers and brothers; gave those that wanted, meat and drink, and carried the wounded home to be cured, and showed also how much they governed within doors, and how indulgent their husbands were to them, in demeaning themselves towards them with all kindness and respect imaginable. Upon this, conditions were agreed upon, that what women pleased might stay where they were, exempt, as aforesaid, from all drudgery and labor but spinning; that the Romans and Sabines should inhabit the city together; that the city should be called Rome, from Romulus; but the Romans, Quirites, from the country of Tatius; and that they both should govern and command in common. The place of the ratification is still called Comitium, from coire, to meet.
“Where have we hurt or offended you, that we deserve such suffering, both past and present? We were taken away unjustly and violently by those who now claim us. After that, we were so long ignored by our fathers, brothers, and fellow citizens that time, which has now tightly bonded us to those we once hated, has made it impossible for us not to feel fear for their safety and sorrow for the death of the very men who once harmed us. You didn’t come to defend our honor when we were innocent against our attackers; instead, you now come to take wives from their husbands and mothers from their children, an act more painful for us than the betrayal and neglect we suffered before. Which is worse, their pursuit of love or your compassion? If you are going to war for our sake, you should refrain from harming those we’ve made your sons-in-law and grandfathers. If this is for our own cause, then take us, along with your sons-in-law and grandchildren. Restore our parents and relatives to us, but do not take away our children and husbands. We beg you, do not make us captives twice.” After Hersilia spoke many similar words and the others earnestly pleaded, a truce was made, and the main leaders came to talk; in the meantime, the women brought and presented their husbands and children to their fathers and brothers, provided food and drink to those in need, and took the wounded home for healing, also demonstrating how well they managed their households and how kindly their husbands treated them, with all the kindness and respect imaginable. As a result, terms were agreed upon, allowing any women who wished to stay with their families, exempt from all labor except spinning; that the Romans and Sabines would live together in the city; that the city would be called Rome, after Romulus; the Romans would be called Quirites, from the land of Tatius; and they would jointly govern. The location where this agreement was made is still called Comitium, meaning to meet.
The city being thus doubled in number, one hundred of the Sabines were elected senators, and the legions were increased to six thousand foot and six hundred horse; then they divided the people into three tribes; the first, from Romulus, named Ramnenses; the second, from Tatius, Tatienses; the third, Luceres, from the lucus, or grove, where the Asylum stood, whither many fled for sanctuary, and were received into the city. And that they were just three, the very name of tribe and tribune seems to show; each tribe contained ten curiae, or brotherhoods, which, some say, took their names from the Sabine women; but that seems to be false, because many had their names from various places. Though it is true, they then constituted many things in honor to the women; as to give them the way wherever they met them; to speak no ill word in their presence; not to appear naked before them, or else be liable to prosecution before the judges of homicide; that their children should wear an ornament about their necks called the bulla (because it was like a bubble), and the praetexta, a gown edged with purple.
With the population of the city effectively doubled, one hundred Sabines were elected as senators, and the legions were increased to six thousand infantry and six hundred cavalry. They then divided the people into three tribes: the first, from Romulus, called the Ramnenses; the second, from Tatius, the Tatienses; and the third, the Luceres, named after the grove (lucus) where the Asylum was located, to which many fled for refuge and were welcomed into the city. The fact that there were exactly three tribes is reflected in the very terms "tribe" and "tribune." Each tribe consisted of ten curiae, or brotherhoods, which some say were named after the Sabine women; however, this seems unlikely since many were named for different places. It is true that they established several customs in honor of the women, such as giving them the right of way whenever they encountered them, refraining from speaking ill in their presence, not appearing naked before them (or facing prosecution for homicide), and ensuring that their children wore an ornament around their necks called the bulla (because it resembled a bubble), along with the praetexta, a gown trimmed with purple.
The princes did not immediately join in council together, but at first each met with his own hundred; afterwards all assembled together. Tatius dwelt where now the temple of Moneta stands, and Romulus, close by the steps, as they call them, of the Fair Shore, near the descent from the Mount Palatine to the Circus Maximus. There, they say, grew the holy cornel tree, of which they report, that Romulus once, to try his strength, threw a dart from the Aventine Mount, the staff of which was made of cornel, which struck so deep into the ground, that no one of many that tried could pluck it up; and the soil, being fertile, gave nourishment to the wood, which sent forth branches, and produced a cornel-stock of considerable bigness. This did posterity preserve and worship as one of the most sacred things; and, therefore, walled it about; and if to any one it appeared not green nor flourishing, but inclining to pine and wither, he immediately made outcry to all he met, and they, like people hearing of a house on fire, with one accord would cry for water, and run from all parts with buckets full to the place. But when Caius Caesar, they say, was repairing the steps about it, some of the laborers digging too close, the roots were destroyed, and the tree withered.
The princes didn't hold a council right away; instead, each gathered with their own hundred first, and then everyone came together later. Tatius resided where the temple of Moneta is today, and Romulus lived nearby, close to what people call the steps of the Fair Shore, near where the Palatine Hill slopes down to the Circus Maximus. It’s said that there grew a sacred cornel tree, which legend has it, Romulus once tested his strength by throwing a dart made from cornel wood from the Aventine Mount. The dart struck so deep into the ground that no one, despite many attempts, could pull it out. The fertile soil nurtured the wood, allowing it to grow branches and develop into a sizable cornel tree. Future generations revered and worshipped it as one of the most sacred things, which is why they built a wall around it. If anyone noticed that it seemed to be dying or failing to thrive, they would immediately shout to everyone they encountered, and just like people reacting to a house on fire, they would all cry for water and rush from every direction with buckets in hand to the spot. But when Caius Caesar, it’s said, was fixing the steps around it, some workers accidentally dug too close, damaging the roots, and the tree eventually withered.
The Sabines adopted the Roman months, of which whatever is remarkable is mentioned in the Life of Numa. Romulus, on the other hand, adopted their long shields, and changed his own armor and that of all the Romans, who before wore round targets of the Argive pattern. Feasts and sacrifices they partook of in common, not abolishing any which either nation observed before, and instituting several new ones; of which one was the Matronalia, instituted in honor of the women. for their extinction of the war; likewise the Carmentalia. This Carmenta some think a deity presiding over human birth; for which reason she is much honored by mothers. Others say she was the wife of Evander, the Arcadian, being a prophetess, and wont to deliver her oracles in verse, and from carmen, a verse, was called Carmenta; her proper name being Nicostrata. Others more probably derive Carmenta from carens mente, or insane, in allusion to her prophetic frenzies. Of the Feast of Palilia we have spoken before. The Lupercalia, by the time of its celebration, may seem to be a feast of purification, for it is solemnized on the dies nefasti, or non-court days, of the month February, which name signifies purification, and the very day of the feast was anciently called Februata; but its name is equivalent to the Greek Lycaea; and it seems thus to be of great antiquity, and brought in by the Arcadians who came with Evander. Yet this is but dubious, for it may come as well from the wolf that nursed Romulus; and we see the Luperci, the priests, begin their course from the place where they say Romulus was exposed. But the ceremonies performed in it render the origin of the thing more difficult to be guessed at; for there are goats killed, then, two young noblemen’s sons being brought, some are to stain their foreheads with the bloody knife, others presently to wipe it off with wool dipped in milk; then the young boys must laugh after their foreheads are wiped; that done, having cut the goats’ skins into thongs, they run about naked, only with something about their middle, lashing all they meet; and the young wives do not avoid their strokes, fancying they will help conception and child-birth. Another thing peculiar to this feast is for the Luperci to sacrifice a dog. But as, a certain poet who wrote fabulous explanations of Roman customs in elegiac verses, says, that Romulus and Remus, after the conquest of Amulius, ran joyfully to the place where the wolf gave them suck; and that in imitation of that, this feast was held, and two young noblemen ran—
The Sabines adopted the Roman months, and whatever is noteworthy about them is mentioned in the Life of Numa. Romulus, on the other hand, took on their long shields and changed his own armor and that of all the Romans, who previously used round shields of the Argive style. They shared feasts and sacrifices, keeping all the ones each nation had observed before, while also creating several new ones; one was the Matronalia, established to honor women for ending the war, along with the Carmentalia. Some believe Carmenta is a goddess associated with childbirth, which is why she is highly regarded by mothers. Others say she was Evander the Arcadian's wife, a prophetess who delivered her oracles in verse, and from carmen, meaning verse, she was called Carmenta; her actual name was Nicostrata. Others more likely trace Carmenta's name to carens mente, or insane, referring to her prophetic trances. We've previously discussed the Feast of Palilia. The Lupercalia, when celebrated, might seem like a purification festival since it takes place on non-court days in February, a month associated with purification, and the feast's day was once called Februata; however, its name is similar to the Greek Lycaea, suggesting it is very ancient and was introduced by the Arcadians who came with Evander. But this is uncertain, as it might also derive from the wolf that nurtured Romulus; we see the Luperci, the priests, start their rituals from the spot where they claim Romulus was abandoned. The rituals performed make it harder to determine the origin, as goats are sacrificed, then two young noblemen’s sons are brought forth; some smear their foreheads with the bloody knife while others immediately wipe it off with wool dipped in milk. Afterwards, the boys must laugh after their foreheads are cleaned; then, after cutting the goats’ skins into strips, they run around naked, wearing only something around their midsection, striking everyone they encounter; the young wives do not shy away from their lashes, believing it will aid in conception and childbirth. Another unique aspect of this festival is for the Luperci to sacrifice a dog. However, a certain poet who wrote fanciful interpretations of Roman customs in elegiac verses states that Romulus and Remus, after defeating Amulius, joyfully raced to the spot where the wolf fed them; and that this festival originated in imitation of that event, with two young noblemen racing—
Striking at all, as when from Alba town,
With sword in hand, the twins came hurrying down;
Striking at all, just like when the twins hurried down from Alba town, with swords in hand;
and that the bloody knife applied to their foreheads was a sign of the danger and bloodshed of that day; the cleansing of them in milk, a remembrance of their food and nourishment. Caius Acilius writes, that, before the city was built, the cattle of Romulus and Remus one day going astray, they, praying to the god Faunus, ran out to seek them naked, wishing not to be troubled with sweat, and that this is why the Luperci run naked. If the sacrifice be by way of purification, a dog might very well be sacrificed; for the Greeks, in their lustrations, carry out young dogs, and frequently use this ceremony of periscylacismus as they call it. Or if again it is a sacrifice of gratitude to the wolf that nourished and preserved Romulus, there is good reason in killing a dog, as being an enemy to wolves. Unless indeed, after all, the creature is punished for hindering the Luperci in their running.
and that the bloody knife pressed to their foreheads was a sign of the danger and bloodshed of that day; the cleansing of them in milk, a reminder of their food and nourishment. Caius Acilius writes that, before the city was built, the cattle of Romulus and Remus once wandered off, and they, praying to the god Faunus, ran out to look for them naked, wanting to avoid sweating, and that is why the Luperci run naked. If the sacrifice is meant for purification, a dog could very well be sacrificed; for the Greeks, in their cleansing rituals, take out young dogs and often use this ceremony of periscylacismus, as they call it. Or if it’s a sacrifice of gratitude to the wolf that nourished and protected Romulus, there’s a good reason to kill a dog, since it is a natural enemy of wolves. Unless, of course, the animal is being punished for getting in the way of the Luperci as they run.
They say, too, Romulus was the first that consecrated holy fire, and instituted holy virgins to keep it, called vestals; others ascribe it to Numa Pompilius; agreeing, however, that Romulus was otherwise eminently religious, and skilled in divination, and for that reason carried the lituus, a crooked rod with which soothsayers describe the quarters of the heavens, when they sit to observe the flights of birds. This of his, being kept in the Palatium, was lost when the city was taken by the Gauls; and afterwards, that barbarous people being driven out, was found in the ruins, under a great heap of ashes, untouched by the fire, all things about it being consumed and burnt. He instituted also certain laws, one of which is somewhat severe, which suffers not a wife to leave her husband, but grants a husband power to turn off his wife, either upon poisoning her children; or counterfeiting his keys, or for adultery; but if the husband upon any other occasion put her away, he ordered one moiety of his estate to be given to the wife, the other to fall to the goddess Ceres; and whoever cast off his wife, to make an atonement by sacrifice to the gods of the dead. This, too, is observable as a singular thing in Romulus, that he appointed no punishment for real parricide, but called all murder so, thinking the one an accursed thing, but the other a thing impossible; and, for a long time, his judgment seemed to have been right; for in almost six hundred years together, nobody committed the like in Rome; and Lucius Hostius, after the wars of Hanibal, is recorded to have been the first parricide. Let thus much suffice concerning these matters.
They say that Romulus was the first to establish the sacred fire and created holy virgins to tend to it, called vestals; others credit this to Numa Pompilius. However, they all agree that Romulus was exceptionally devout and skilled in divination, which is why he carried the lituus, a curved staff that soothsayers use to mark out the heavens while they observe bird flights. This lituus, kept in the Palatium, was lost when the city was taken by the Gauls and later found in the ruins, buried under a large pile of ashes, completely untouched by the flames, while everything else around it had been destroyed and burned. He also established certain laws, one of which is rather harsh, preventing a wife from leaving her husband, while allowing a husband to dismiss his wife for poisoning her children, forging his keys, or committing adultery. However, if the husband dismissed her for any other reason, he was required to give half of his estate to her, with the other half going to the goddess Ceres; and whoever divorced his wife needed to make a sacrifice to the gods of the dead as atonement. Notably, Romulus did not impose a punishment for actual parricide, labeling all murder as such, believing the former to be a cursed act, and the latter impossible; and for a long time, this judgment seemed correct, as no one committed such a crime in Rome for nearly six hundred years. Lucius Hostius is recorded as the first parricide after the wars with Hannibal. Let this suffice for now regarding these matters.
In the fifth year of the reign of Tatius, some of his friends and kinsmen, meeting ambassadors coming from Laurentum to Rome, attempted on the road to take away their money by force, and, upon their resistance, killed them. So great a villainy having been committed, Romulus thought the malefactors ought at once to be punished, but Tatius shuffled off and deferred the execution of it; and this one thing was the beginning of open quarrel between them; in all other respects they were very careful of their conduct, and administered affairs together with great unanimity. The relations of the slain, being debarred of lawful satisfaction by reason of Tatius, fell upon him as he was sacrificing with Romulus at Lavinium, and slew him; but escorted Romulus home, commending and extolling him for a just prince. Romulus took the body of Tatius, and buried it very splendidly in the Aventine Mount, near the place called Armilustrium, but altogether neglected revenging his murder. Some authors write, the city of Laurentum, fearing the consequence, delivered up the murderers of Tatius; but Romulus dismissed them, saying, one murder was requited with another. This gave occasion of talk and jealousy, as if he were well pleased at the removal of his copartner in the government. Nothing of these things, however, raised any sort of feud or disturbance among the Sabines; but some out of love to him, others out of fear of his power, some again reverencing him as a god, they all continued living peacefully in admiration and awe of him; many foreign nations, too, showed respect to Romulus; the Ancient Latins sent, and entered into league and confederacy with him. Fidenae he took, a neighboring city to Rome, by a party of horse, as some say, whom he sent before with commands to cut down the hinges of the gates, himself afterwards unexpectedly coming up. Others say, they having first made the invasion, plundering and ravaging the country and suburbs, Romulus lay in ambush for them, and, having killed many of their men, took the city; but, nevertheless, did not raze or demolish it, but made it a Roman colony, and sent thither, on the Ides of April, two thousand five hundred inhabitants.
In the fifth year of Tatius’s reign, some of his friends and relatives, encountering ambassadors traveling from Laurentum to Rome, tried to forcefully take their money on the road and ended up killing them when the ambassadors resisted. After such a terrible crime, Romulus believed the perpetrators should be punished immediately, but Tatius hesitated and postponed any consequences. This became the starting point of open conflict between them; otherwise, they were careful in their behavior and worked together with great unity. The relatives of the murdered ambassadors, unable to seek legal justice because of Tatius, attacked him while he was sacrificing with Romulus at Lavinium and killed him. However, they accompanied Romulus home, praising him as a just ruler. Romulus took Tatius’s body and gave him a grand burial on the Aventine Hill, near a place called Armilustrium, but completely ignored avenging his death. Some writers claim that the city of Laurentum, fearing the consequences, handed over Tatius's murderers; but Romulus let them go, stating that one murder could not be answered with another. This sparked gossip and jealousy, suggesting that he was pleased with the removal of his co-ruler. However, none of this caused any feud or unrest among the Sabines; some admired him out of love, others feared his power, and some even revered him as a god. They all continued to live peacefully, in admiration and awe of him. Many foreign nations also respected Romulus; the Ancient Latins reached out and formed a league and alliance with him. He took the city of Fidenae, which is close to Rome, with some cavalry, as some say, whom he sent ahead to cut the gate hinges, while he followed unexpectedly. Others say that after they initially invaded, plundering and ravaging the surrounding lands, Romulus ambushed them, killed many of their men, and took the city; nonetheless, he did not destroy it but established it as a Roman colony, sending 2,500 inhabitants there on the Ides of April.
Soon after a plague broke out, causing sudden death without any previous sickness; it infected also the corn with unfruitfulness, and cattle with barrenness; there rained blood, too, in the city; so that, to their actual sufferings, fear of the wrath of the gods was added. But when the same mischiefs fell upon Laurentum, then everybody judged it was divine vengeance that fell upon both cities, for the neglect of executing justice upon the murder of Tatius and the ambassadors. But the murderers on both sides being delivered up and punished, the pestilence visibly abated; and Romulus purified the cities with lustrations, which, they say, even now are performed at the wood called Ferentina. But before the plague ceased, the Camertines invaded the Romans and overran the country, thinking them, by reason of the distemper, unable to resist; but Romulus at once made head against them, and gained the victory, with the slaughter of six thousand men; then took their city, and brought half of those he found there to Rome; sending from Rome to Camerium double the number he left there. This was done the first of August. So many citizens had he to spare, in sixteen years’ time from his first founding Rome. Among other spoils, he took a brazen four-horse chariot from Camerium, which he placed in the temple of Vulcan, setting on it his own statue, with a figure of Victory crowning him.
Soon after a plague broke out, causing sudden deaths without any prior illness; it also infected the crops, making them infertile, and the livestock, causing them to be barren; there was even blood raining down in the city, which added to their suffering with fear of the gods' wrath. But when the same disasters struck Laurentum, everyone believed it was divine punishment hitting both cities for failing to properly execute justice for the murder of Tatius and the ambassadors. Once the murderers from both sides were handed over and punished, the plague noticeably decreased; and Romulus cleansed the cities with rituals, which, they say, are still performed today at the grove called Ferentina. However, before the plague ended, the Camertines invaded the Romans, taking over the territory, thinking that the Romans would be too weakened by the disease to fight back; but Romulus quickly opposed them and won the battle, killing six thousand men. He then captured their city and brought half of the people he found there back to Rome, while sending back from Rome double the number he left behind. This occurred on the first of August. He had so many citizens to spare, sixteen years after founding Rome. Among other spoils, he took a bronze chariot pulled by four horses from Camerium, which he placed in the temple of Vulcan, putting his own statue on it, along with a figure of Victory crowning him.
The Roman cause thus daily gathering strength, their weaker neighbors shrunk away, and were thankful to be left untouched; but the stronger, out of fear or envy, thought they ought not to give way to Romulus, but to curb and put a stop to his growing greatness. The first were the Veientes, a people of Tuscany, who had large possessions, and dwelt in a spacious city; they took occasion to commence a war, by claiming Fidenae as belonging to them; a thing not only very unreasonable, but very ridiculous, that they, who did not assist them in the greatest extremities, but permitted them to be slain, should challenge their lands and houses when in the hands of others. But being scornfully retorted upon by Romulus in his answers, they divided themselves into two bodies; with one they attacked the garrison of Fidenae, the other marched against Romulus; that which went against Fidenae got the victory, and slew two thousand Romans; the other was worsted by Romulus, with the loss of eight thousand men. A fresh battle was fought near Fidenae, and here all men acknowledge the day’s success to have been chiefly the work of Romulus himself, who showed the highest skill as well as courage, and seemed to manifest a strength and swiftness more than human. But what some write, that, of fourteen thousand that fell that day, above half were slain by Romulus’s own hand, verges too near to fable, and is, indeed, simply incredible; since even the Messenians are thought to go too far in saying that Aristomenes three times offered sacrifice for the death of a hundred enemies, Lacedaemonians, slain by himself. The army being thus routed, Romulus, suffering those that were left to make their escape, led his forces against the city; they, having suffered such great losses, did not venture to oppose, but, humbly suing to him, made a league and friendship for an hundred years; surrendering also a large district of land called Septempagium, that is, the seven parts, as also their salt-works upon the river, and fifty noblemen for hostages. He made his triumph for this on the Ides of October, leading, among the rest of his many captives, the general of the Veientes, an elderly man, but who had not, it seemed, acted with the prudence of age; whence even now, in sacrifices for victories, they lead an old man through the market place to the Capitol, appareled in purple, with a bulla, or child’s toy, tied to it, and the crier cries, Sardians to be sold; for the Tuscans are said to be a colony of the Sardians, and the Veientes are a city of Tuscany.
The Roman cause gained strength every day, causing their weaker neighbors to shrink away, grateful to be left alone. Meanwhile, the stronger neighbors, out of fear or jealousy, felt they shouldn’t yield to Romulus and instead should limit his growing power. The first to act were the Veientes, a people from Tuscany with extensive lands who lived in a large city. They used the opportunity to start a war by claiming Fidenae as theirs, which was not only unreasonable but quite ridiculous, considering they had not helped when others were in dire need and had allowed their people to be killed. After Romulus dismissed their claims with scorn, they split into two groups: one attacked the garrison of Fidenae while the other marched against Romulus. The group that went after Fidenae won, killing two thousand Romans; the other group faced defeat at the hands of Romulus, losing eight thousand men. A new battle was fought near Fidenae, where many acknowledged that the day’s success was primarily due to Romulus himself, who demonstrated incredible skill and bravery, showing strength and speed that seemed superhuman. However, some accounts that claim out of fourteen thousand fallen that day, more than half were killed by Romulus himself, seem far-fetched and unbelievable, much like the Messenians who are thought to exaggerate when they say Aristomenes three times sacrificed for the deaths of a hundred of his enemies, the Lacedaemonians, he killed himself. With the enemy army in disarray, Romulus allowed those who remained to escape before he led his forces against the city. Having suffered such heavy losses, the Veientes didn’t fight back but instead humbly sought a truce, making a peace agreement for a hundred years. They also surrendered a large area of land known as Septempagium, or "the seven parts," as well as their saltworks by the river, and provided fifty noblemen as hostages. Romulus celebrated a triumph for this victory on the Ides of October, leading among his many captives the general of the Veientes, an old man who, it seemed, hadn't acted with the wisdom of his age. Even today, during victory sacrifices, an old man is led through the marketplace to the Capitol, dressed in purple with a child's toy tied to him, while a crier calls out, "Sardians to be sold," as the Tuscans are said to be a colony of the Sardians, and the Veientes are a city in Tuscany.
This was the last battle Romulus ever fought; afterwards he, as most, nay all men, very few excepted, do, who are raised by great and miraculous good-haps of fortune to power and greatness, so, I say, did he; relying upon his own great actions, and growing of an haughtier mind, he forsook his popular behavior for kingly arrogance, odious to the people; to whom in particular the state which he assumed was hateful. For he dressed in scarlet, with the purple-bordered robe over it; he gave audience on a couch of state, having always about him some young men called Celeres, from their swiftness in doing commissions; there went before him others with staves, to make room, with leather thongs tied on their bodies, to bind on the moment whomever he commanded. The Latins formerly used ligare in the same sense as now alligare, to bind, whence the name lictors, for these officers, and bacula, or staves, for their rods, because staves were then used. It is probable, however, they were first called litores, afterwards, by putting in a c, lictores, or, in Greek, liturgi, or people’s officers, for leitos is still Greek for the commons, and laos for the people in general.
This was the last battle Romulus ever fought. After that, he, like most, if not all men—not many excepted—who are elevated to power and greatness by amazing strokes of fortune, did the same. Relying on his impressive achievements and growing more arrogant, he abandoned his popular demeanor for kingly pride, which the people found distasteful. Specifically, the position he assumed was hated by them. He wore a scarlet robe with a purple-bordered cloak over it; he held audiences on a state couch, always surrounded by young men called Celeres, known for their speed in carrying out tasks. Others walked ahead of him with staffs to clear the way, with leather straps tied around their bodies to bind anyone he commanded on the spot. The Latins previously used "ligare" in the same sense as the modern "alligare," meaning to bind, which is where the term "lictors" for these officials comes from, and "bacula," or staffs, for their rods, since staffs were commonly used then. However, it's likely they were first called "litores," later becoming "lictores" by adding a "c," or in Greek, "liturgi," meaning people's officers, because "leitos" still means commons in Greek, and "laos" means people in general.
But when, after the death of his grandfather Numitor in Alba, the throne devolving upon Romulus, he, to court the people, put the government into their own hands, and appointed an annual magistrate over the Albans, this taught the great men of Rome to seek after a free and anti- monarchical state, wherein all might in turn be subjects and rulers. For neither were the patricians any longer admitted to state affairs, only had the name and title left them, convening in council rather for fashion’s sake than advice, where they heard in silence the king’s commands, and so departed, exceeding the commonalty only in hearing first what was done. These and the like were matters of small moment; but when he of his own accord parted among his soldiers what lands were acquired by war, and restored the Veientes their hostages, the senate neither consenting nor approving of it, then, indeed, he seemed to put a great affront upon them; so that, on his sudden and strange disappearance a short while after, the senate fell under suspicion and calumny. He disappeared on the Nones of July, as they now call the month which was then Quintilis, leaving nothing of certainty to be related of his death; only the time, as just mentioned, for on that day many ceremonies are still performed in representation of what happened. Neither is this uncertainty to be thought strange, seeing the manner of the death of Scipio Africanus, who died at his own home after supper, has been found capable neither of proof or disproof; for some say he died a natural death, being of a sickly habit; others, that he poisoned himself; others again, that his enemies, breaking in upon him in the night, stifled him. Yet Scipio’s dead body lay open to be seen of all, and any one, from his own observation, might form his suspicions and conjectures; whereas Romulus, when he vanished, left neither the least part of his body, nor any remnant of his clothes to be seen. So that some fancied, the senators, having fallen upon him ill the temple of Vulcan, cut his body into pieces, and took each a part away in his bosom; others think his disappearance was neither in the temple of Vulcan, nor with the senators only by, but that, it came to pass that, as he was haranguing the people without the city, near a place called the Goat’s Marsh, on a sudden strange and unaccountable disorders and alterations took place in the air; the face of the sun was darkened, and the day turned into night, and that, too, no quiet, peaceable night, but with terrible thunderings, and boisterous winds from all quarters; during which the common people dispersed and fled, but the senators kept close together. The tempest being over and the light breaking out, when the people gathered again, they missed and inquired for their king; the senators suffered them not to search, or busy themselves about the matter, but commanded them to honor and worship Romulus as one taken up to the gods, and about to be to them, in the place of a good prince, now a propitious god. The multitude, hearing this, went away believing and rejoicing in hopes of good things from him; but there were some, who, canvassing the matter in a hostile temper, accused and aspersed the patricians, as men that persuaded the people to believe ridiculous tales, when they themselves were the murderers of the king.
But when, after the death of his grandfather Numitor in Alba, the throne passed to Romulus, he sought to win over the people by handing the government over to them and appointing an annual magistrate for the Albans. This led the influential men of Rome to strive for a free and anti-monarchical state, where everyone could take turns being both subjects and rulers. The patricians were no longer involved in state affairs; they kept only the name and title, meeting in council more for appearances than for advice, where they silently listened to the king’s orders and then left, having only heard what was decided before the general public. These were minor matters; however, when he voluntarily divided the lands won in war among his soldiers and returned the hostages to the Veientes, the senate neither consented nor approved, which seemed to be a significant affront to them. So that, when he suddenly and mysteriously vanished shortly thereafter, the senate became suspicious and faced accusations. He disappeared on July Nones, which is how the month is now called, leaving no definite account of his death; only the time was known, as many ceremonies are still held on that day to commemorate what happened. This uncertainty shouldn’t be surprising, considering the unclear circumstances surrounding the death of Scipio Africanus, who died at his home after dinner, a situation that remains unproven or disproven; some say he died of natural causes due to his ill health, others suggest he poisoned himself, and still others claim his enemies broke in at night and suffocated him. Yet Scipio’s body was visible to all, allowing anyone to form their own theories based on personal observation; whereas Romulus, when he disappeared, left behind no part of his body or any remnants of his clothing. So, some imagined that the senators, having attacked him in the temple of Vulcan, dismembered his body and each took a piece away hidden in their robes; others believed his disappearance happened neither in the temple of Vulcan nor just with the senators, but rather during a speech to the people outside the city near a place called the Goat’s Marsh, when suddenly strange and inexplicable disturbances occurred in the air; the sun’s face darkened, turning day into night, but not a peaceful night—there were terrifying thunder sounds and fierce winds from all directions. During this chaos, the common people scattered in fear, while the senators stayed close together. Once the storm calmed and light returned, when the people gathered again, they noticed their king was missing and asked where he was; the senators instructed them not to search for him or get involved, but to honor and worship Romulus as someone who had been taken up to the gods and was now a benevolent deity in place of a good prince. The crowd, hearing this, left believing and hopeful of good things from him; however, some, discussing the situation with hostility, blamed and slandered the patricians, accusing them of persuading the people to believe absurd stories while they themselves were the murderers of the king.
Things being in this disorder, one, they say, of the patricians, of noble family and approved good character, and a faithful and familiar friend of Romulus himself, having come with him from Alba, Julius Proculus by name, presented himself in the forum; and, taking a most sacred oath, protested before them all, that, as he was traveling on the road, he had seen Romulus coming to meet him, looking taller and comelier than ever, dressed in shining and faming armor; and he, being affrighted at the apparition, said, “Why, O king, or for what purpose have you abandoned us to unjust and wicked surmises, and the whole city to bereavement and endless sorrow?” and that he made answer, “It pleased the gods, O Proculus, that we, who came from them, should remain so long a time amongst men as we did; and, having built a city to be the greatest in the world for empire and glory, should again return to heaven. But farewell; and tell the Romans, that, by the exercise of temperance and fortitude, they shall attain the height of human power; we will be to you the propitious god Quirinus.” This seemed credible to the Romans, upon the honesty and oath of the relater, and indeed, too, there mingled with it a certain divine passion, some preternatural influence similar to possession by a divinity; nobody contradicted it, but, laying aside all jealousies and detractions, they prayed to Quirinus and saluted him as a god.
With things in such disarray, a patrician of noble lineage, known for his good character and a close friend of Romulus, who had come with him from Alba—his name was Julius Proculus—stood up in the forum. Taking a solemn oath, he declared to everyone that while he was traveling, he had seen Romulus approaching him, looking taller and more handsome than ever, dressed in shining and glorious armor. Startled by the vision, he said, “O king, why have you left us to face unfair rumors and the entire city to grief and endless sorrow?” Romulus responded, “The gods have chosen, O Proculus, that we, who came from them, should remain among men for as long as we did; and after building a city destined to be the greatest in the world for empire and glory, we should return to heaven. But farewell; tell the Romans that through self-control and courage, they will achieve the heights of human power; we will be to you the favorable god Quirinus.” The Romans found this believable, based on the honesty and oath of the speaker, and there was indeed a kind of divine fervor, an otherworldly influence that felt like being possessed by a deity; no one contradicted it, and setting aside their jealousy and criticisms, they prayed to Quirinus and honored him as a god.
This is like some of the Greek fables of Aristeas the Proconnesian, and Cleomedes the Astypalaean; for they say Aristeas died in a fuller’s work-shop, and his friends, coming to look for him, found his body vanished; and that some presently after, coming from abroad, said they met him traveling towards Croton. And that Cleomedes, being an extraordinarily strong and gigantic man, but also wild and mad, committed many desperate freaks; and at last, in a school-house, striking a pillar that sustained the roof with his fist, broke it in the middle, so that the house fell and destroyed the children in it; and being pursued, he fled into a great chest, and, shutting to the lid, held it so fast, that many men, with their united strength, could not force it open; afterwards, breaking the chest to pieces, they found no man in it alive or dead; in astonishment at which, they sent to consult the oracle at Delphi; to whom the prophetess made this answer,
This is similar to some of the Greek fables about Aristeas from Proconnesus and Cleomedes from Astypalaea. They say Aristeas died in a fuller's workshop, and when his friends came looking for him, they found his body had vanished. Shortly after, some travelers said they saw him on the road to Croton. Cleomedes, who was an incredibly strong and enormous man but also wild and crazy, did many reckless things. Eventually, while in a schoolhouse, he punched a pillar that was holding up the roof, breaking it in half, which caused the building to collapse and killed the children inside. As he was being chased, he hid in a large chest, and when he shut the lid, he held it closed so tightly that no amount of combined strength from men could open it. Later, when they broke the chest apart, they found no one inside, neither alive nor dead. They were so astonished that they sent a message to consult the oracle at Delphi, and the prophetess gave this answer,
Of all the heroes, Cleomede is last.
Of all the heroes, Cleomede comes last.
They say, too, the body of Alcmena, as they were carrying her to her grave, vanished, and a stone was found lying on the bier. And many such improbabilities do your fabulous writers relate, deifying creatures naturally mortal; for though altogether to disown a divine nature in human virtue were impious and base, so again to mix heaven with earth is ridiculous. Let us believe with Pindar, that
They also say that while they were transporting Alcmena's body to her grave, it disappeared, and a stone was found resting on the bier. Many such unbelievable stories are told by your legendary writers, who elevate mortal beings to divine status; for while completely denying the divine aspect of human virtue would be wrong and lowly, mixing the heavens with the earth is absurd. Let us believe with Pindar that
All human bodies yield to Death’s decree,
The soul survives to all eternity.
All human bodies submit to Death’s command,
The soul lives on for all eternity.
For that alone is derived from the gods, thence comes, and thither returns; not with the body, but when most disengaged and separated from it, and when most entirely pure and clean and free from the flesh; for the most perfect soul, says Heraclitus, is a dry light, which flies out of the body as lightning breaks from a cloud; but that which is clogged and surfeited with body is like gross and humid incense, slow to kindle and ascend. We must not, therefore, contrary to nature, send the bodies, too, of good men to heaven; but we must really believe that, according to their divine nature and law, their virtue and their souls are translated out of men into heroes, out of heroes into demi-gods, out of demi-gods, after passing, as in the rite of initiation, through a final cleansing and sanctification, and so freeing themselves from all that pertains to mortality and sense, are thus, not by human decree, but really and according to right reason, elevated into gods, admitted thus to the greatest and most blessed perfection.
For that alone comes from the gods, originates from them, and returns to them; not with the body, but when it is most detached and separated from it, and when it is most entirely pure and clean and free from the flesh. For the most perfect soul, as Heraclitus says, is a dry light that escapes the body just like lightning bursts from a cloud; but that which is weighed down and saturated with the body is like heavy, damp incense, slow to catch fire and rise. Therefore, we should not, against nature, send the bodies of good people to heaven; instead, we must truly believe that, according to their divine nature and law, their virtue and souls are transformed from humans into heroes, from heroes into demigods, and from demigods, after going through a final cleansing and sanctification—like in a rite of initiation—thus freeing themselves from all that is mortal and sensual, are then, not by human decision, but truly and in accordance with reason, elevated to gods, gaining access to the highest and most blessed perfection.
Romulus’s surname Quirinus, some say, is equivalent to Mars; others, that he was so called because the citizens were called Quirites; others, because the ancients called a dart or spear Quiris; thus, the statue of Juno resting on a spear is called Quiritis, and the dart in the Regia is addressed as Mars, and those that were distinguished in war were usually presented with a dart; that, therefore, Romulus, being a martial god, or a god of darts, was called Quirinus. A temple is certainly built to his honor on the mount called from him Quirinalis.
Romulus's surname Quirinus, some say, is equivalent to Mars; others believe he was named that because the citizens were called Quirites; still others think it's because the ancients referred to a dart or spear as Quiris. For instance, the statue of Juno resting on a spear is called Quiritis, and the dart in the Regia is referred to as Mars. Those distinguished in battle were often given a dart, which suggests that Romulus, being a god of war or a god of darts, was called Quirinus. There is indeed a temple built in his honor on the mountain that bears his name, Quirinalis.
The day he vanished on is called the Flight of the People, and the Nones of the Goats, because they go then out of the city, and sacrifice at the Goat’s Marsh, and, as they go, they shout out some of the Roman names, as Marcus, Lucius, Caius, imitating the way in which they then fled and called upon one another in that fright and hurry. Some, however, say, this was not in imitation of a flight, but of a quick and hasty onset, referring it to the following occasion: after the Gauls who had taken Rome were driven out by Camillus, and the city was scarcely as yet recovering her strength, many of the Latins, under the command of Livius Postumius, took this time to march against her. Postumius, halting not far from Rome, sent a herald, signifying that the Latins were desirous to renew their former alliance and affinity (that was now almost decayed) by contracting new marriages between both nations; if, therefore, they would send forth a good number of their virgins and widows, they should have peace and friendship, such as the Sabines had formerly had on the like conditions. The Romans, hearing this, dreaded a war, yet thought a surrender of their women little better than mere captivity. Being in this doubt, a servant-maid called Philotis (or, as some say, Tutola), advised them to do neither, but, by a stratagem, avoid both fighting and the giving up of such pledges. The stratagem was this, that they should send herself, with other well-looking servant-maids, to the enemy, in the dress of free-born virgins, and she should in the night light up a fire-signal, at which the Romans should come armed and surprise them asleep. The Latins were thus deceived, and accordingly Philotis set up a torch in a wild fig-tree, screening it behind with curtains and coverlets from the sight of the enemy, while visible to the Romans. They, when they saw it, eagerly ran out of the gates, calling in their haste to each other as they went out, and so, falling in unexpectedly upon the enemy, they defeated them, and upon that made a feast of triumph, called the Nones of the Goats, because of the wild fig-tree, called by the Romans Caprificus, or the goat-fig. They feast the women without the city in arbors made of fig-tree boughs and the maid-servants gather together and run about playing; afterwards they fight in sport, and throw stones one at another, in memory that they then aided and assisted the Roman men in fight. This only a few authors admit for true; For the calling upon one another’s names by day and the going out to the Goat’s Marsh to do sacrifice seem to agree more with the former story, unless, indeed, we shall say that both the actions might have happened on the same day in different years. It was in the fifty-fourth year of his age and the thirty-eighth of his reign that Romulus, they tell us, left the world.
The day he disappeared is known as the Flight of the People and the Nones of the Goats because that's when they leave the city to sacrifice at Goat’s Marsh. As they go, they shout names like Marcus, Lucius, and Caius, mimicking how they fled and called out to each other in panic and haste. However, some say this wasn’t an imitation of a flight but rather a quick and hasty attack, relating to a specific event: after the Gauls who had captured Rome were expelled by Camillus, and the city was still barely recovering, many Latins, led by Livius Postumius, chose that moment to march against her. Postumius, stopping not far from Rome, sent a herald to indicate that the Latins wanted to renew their old alliance and ties (which had nearly faded) by arranging new marriages between the two nations. He proposed that if the Romans sent a good number of their unmarried women and widows, they would receive peace and friendship, similar to what the Sabines had before under similar conditions. The Romans, fearful of war, thought that surrendering their women would be little better than captivity. In this dilemma, a servant girl named Philotis (or, as some say, Tutola) suggested that they do neither but, through a clever plan, avoid both fighting and giving up their women. The plan was to send her, along with other attractive maidens, to the enemy dressed as free-born virgins, and at night she would light a signal fire, prompting the Romans to come out armed and catch the Latins by surprise. The Latins were deceived, and Philotis set up a torch in a wild fig tree, hiding it behind curtains and blankets from the enemy's view while making it visible to the Romans. When the Romans saw it, they rushed out of the gates, calling out to each other in their haste, and unexpectedly attacked the enemy, defeating them. They then held a celebration, called the Nones of the Goats, named after the wild fig tree, known to the Romans as Caprificus or goat-fig. They celebrate by feasting with the women outside the city in structures made from fig branches, while the maidservants gather and run around playing. Afterwards, they engage in playful fights, throwing stones at each other, in memory of how they helped the Roman men in battle. Only a few writers acknowledge this as true; the shouts of names during the day and the sacrifices at Goat’s Marsh seem to fit better with the earlier story, unless we argue that both events could have happened on the same day in different years. It was in the fifty-fourth year of his life and the thirty-eighth of his reign that Romulus, they say, left the world.
COMPARISON OF ROMULUS WITH THESEUS
This is what I have learnt of Romulus and Theseus, worthy of memory. It seems, first of all, that Theseus, out of his own free-will, without any compulsion, when he might have reigned in security at Troezen in the enjoyment of no inglorious empire, of his own motion affected great actions, whereas the other, to escape present servitude and a punishment that threatened him, (according to Plato’s phrase) grew valiant purely out of fear, and dreading the extremest inflictions, attempted great enterprises out of mere necessity. Again, his greatest action was only the killing of one king of Alba; while, as mere by-adventures and preludes, the other can name Sciron, Sinnis, Procrustes, and Corynetes; by reducing and killing of whom, he rid Greece of terrible oppressors, before any of them that were relieved knew who did it; moreover, he might without any trouble as well have gone to Athens by sea, considering he himself never was in the least injured by those robbers; where as Romulus could not but be in trouble whilst Amulius lived. Add to this the fact that Theseus, for no wrong done to himself, but for the sake of others, fell upon these villains; but Romulus and Remus, as long as they themselves suffered no ill by the tyrant, permitted him to oppress all others. And if it be a great thing to have been wounded in battle by the Sabines, to have killed king Acron, and to have conquered many enemies, we may oppose to these actions the battle with the Centaurs and the feats done against the Amazons. But what Theseus adventured, in offering himself voluntarily with young boys and virgins, as part of the tribute unto Crete, either to be a prey to a monster or a victim upon the tomb of Androgeus, or, according to the mildest form of the story, to live vilely and dishonorably in slavery to insulting and cruel men; it is not to be expressed what an act of courage, magnanimity, or justice to the public, or of love for honor and bravery, that was. So that methinks the philosophers did not ill define love to be the provision of the gods for the care and preservation of the young; for the love of Ariadne, above all, seems to have been the proper work and design of some god in order to preserve Theseus; and, indeed, we ought not to blame her for loving him, but rather wonder all men and women were not alike affected towards him; and if she alone were so. truly I dare pronounce her worthy of the love of a god, who was herself so great a lover of virtue and goodness, and the bravest man.
This is what I've learned about Romulus and Theseus, worth remembering. First of all, Theseus, of his own free will and without any pressure, chose to take on great challenges, even though he could have safely ruled at Troezen with a respectable kingdom. In contrast, Romulus acted out of fear, trying to escape the slavery and punishment that threatened him (as Plato would say) and only grew brave out of a sense of necessity. Moreover, Romulus's biggest achievement was just killing one king of Alba, while Theseus can recount his encounters with Sciron, Sinnis, Procrustes, and Corynetes—defeating and eliminating these terrible oppressors, often without the people he helped even knowing who saved them. It’s worth noting that Theseus could have easily taken the sea route to Athens without worrying about those robbers, since he hadn’t personally suffered from them, while Romulus cannot be peaceful as long as Amulius is alive. Additionally, Theseus fought these villains for the sake of others, while Romulus and Remus ignored the tyrant as long as they weren’t harmed by him. If we consider it a significant achievement to have been wounded in battle by the Sabines, to have killed King Acron, and to have defeated many enemies, we can compare those feats to Theseus's battles with the Centaurs and against the Amazons. But what Theseus did by voluntarily offering himself alongside young boys and virgins as part of the tribute to Crete—either to be food for a monster, to become a sacrifice at Androgeus’s tomb, or, at best, to live in shameful servitude to cruel men—is a remarkable act of courage, nobility, justice for the public, and love for honor and bravery. I think the philosophers were right to define love as the divine care for the young; for Ariadne's love for Theseus seems to have been a divine arrangement to protect him. We shouldn’t blame her for loving him; in fact, it’s surprising that all men and women didn’t feel the same way toward him. If she alone did, she truly deserves the love of a god, as she herself was such a great admirer of virtue and goodness, as well as the bravest man.
Both Theseus and Romulus were by nature meant for governors; yet neither lived up to the true character of a king, but fell off, and ran, the one into popularity, the other into tyranny, falling both into the same fault out of different passions. For a ruler’s first end is to maintain his office, which is done no less by avoiding what is unfit than by observing what is suitable. Whoever is either too remiss or too strict is no more a king or a governor, but either a demagogue or a despot, and so becomes either odious or contemptible to his subjects. Though certainly the one seems to be the fault of easiness and good-nature, the other of pride and severity.
Both Theseus and Romulus were naturally suited to be leaders; however, neither truly embodied the character of a king. Instead, one sought popularity while the other became a tyrant, both making the same mistake for different reasons. A ruler's primary goal is to maintain their position, which requires both avoiding what is inappropriate and embracing what is suitable. Anyone who is either too lenient or too harsh ceases to be a king or a leader, becoming either a demagogue or a despot, and thus becomes either detested or looked down upon by their subjects. Though it’s clear that the former is rooted in an easygoing and kind nature, while the latter stems from pride and harshness.
If men’s calamities, again, are not to be wholly imputed to fortune, but refer themselves to differences of character, who will acquit either Theseus of rash and unreasonable anger against his son, or Romulus against his brother? Looking at motives, we more easily excuse the anger which a stronger cause, like a severer blow, provoked. Romulus, having disagreed with his brother advisedly and deliberately on public matters, one would think could not on a sudden have been put into so great a passion; but love and jealousy and the complaints of his wife, which few men can avoid being moved by, seduced Theseus to commit that outrage upon his son. And what is more, Romulus, in his anger, committed an action of unfortunate consequence; but that of Theseus ended only in words, some evil speaking, and an old man’s curse; the rest of the youth’s disasters seem to have proceeded from fortune; so that, so far, a man would give his vote on Theseus’s part.
If men's troubles can’t all be blamed on luck and instead come from their character differences, who can clear Theseus of his impulsive and unreasonable anger towards his son or Romulus for his anger towards his brother? When we consider motivations, it’s easier to excuse anger provoked by a stronger reason, like a harsher blow. Romulus, after having a thoughtful and deliberate disagreement with his brother over public matters, shouldn’t have been suddenly consumed by such rage; but love, jealousy, and complaints from his wife—which few men can ignore—led Theseus to lash out at his son. Moreover, Romulus, in his rage, acted in a way that brought unfortunate consequences, while Theseus’s actions only resulted in words, some harsh talk, and an old man’s curse; the rest of the young man’s misfortunes seem to have been caused by fate. So, in that respect, one might lean towards supporting Theseus.
But Romulus has, first of all, one great plea, that his performances proceeded from very small beginnings; for both the brothers being thought servants and the sons of swineherds, before becoming freemen themselves, gave liberty to almost all the Latins, obtaining at once all the most honorable titles, as destroyers of their country’s enemies, preservers of their friends and kindred, princes of the people, founders of cities, not removers, like Theseus, who raised and compiled only one house out of many, demolishing many cities bearing the names of ancient kings and heroes. Romulus, indeed, did the same afterwards, forcing his enemies to deface and ruin their own dwellings, and to sojourn with their conquerors; but at first, not by removal, or increase of an existing city, but by foundation of a new one, he obtained himself lands, a country, a kingdom, wives, children, and relations. And, in so doing, he killed or destroyed nobody, but benefited those that wanted houses and homes and were willing to be of a society and become citizens. Robbers and malefactors he slew not; but he subdued nations, he overthrew cities, he triumphed over kings and commanders. As to Remus, it is doubtful by whose hand he fell; it is generally imputed to others. His mother he clearly retrieved from death, and placed his grandfather who was brought under base and dishonorable vassalage, on the ancient throne of Aeneas, to whom he did voluntarily many good offices, but never did him harm even inadvertently. But Theseus, in his forgetfulness and neglect of the command concerning the flag, can scarcely, methinks, by any excuses, or before the most indulgent judges, avoid the imputation of parricide. And, indeed, one of the Attic writers, perceiving it to be very hard to make an excuse for this, feigns that Aegeus, at the approach of the ship, running hastily to the Acropolis to see what news, slipped and fell down, as if he had no servants, or none would attend him on his way to the shore.
But Romulus has, above all, one strong argument: his achievements started from very humble beginnings. Both he and his brother were seen as servants and the sons of swineherds before they became free men. They granted freedom to almost all the Latins and immediately earned all the most honorable titles, including liberators of their country’s enemies, protectors of their friends and family, leaders of the people, and founders of cities—not like Theseus, who only combined one house from many, demolishing numerous cities named after ancient kings and heroes. Indeed, Romulus did similar things later, forcing his enemies to destroy and abandon their own homes and to live under their conquerors. But at first, he didn't do this by taking over or expanding an existing city; instead, he founded a new one and gained land, a nation, a kingdom, wives, children, and family. In doing so, he harmed no one but benefited those who were seeking shelter and were willing to join a community and become citizens. He didn’t kill robbers or criminals; rather, he conquered nations, toppled cities, and triumphed over kings and commanders. As for Remus, it's unclear who killed him; most people blame others. He clearly saved his mother from death and restored his grandfather, who had been subjected to shameful servitude, to the ancient throne of Aeneas. He willingly did many good things for Aeneas but never harmed him, even unintentionally. In contrast, Theseus, due to his forgetfulness and negligence regarding the flag, can hardly escape blame for parricide, even with the most forgiving judges. One of the Attic writers, finding it difficult to justify this, concocts a story that Aegeus, rushing to the Acropolis to see the news as the ship approached, slipped and fell, as if he had no servants or anyone to help him get to the shore.
And, indeed, the faults committed in the rapes of women admit of no plausible excuse in Theseus. First, because of the often repetition of the crime; for he stole Ariadne, Antiope, Anaxo the Troezenian, at last Helen, when he was an old man, and she not marriageable; she a child, and he at an age past even lawful wedlock. Then, on account of the cause; for the Troezenian, Lacedaemonian, and Amazonian virgins, beside that they were not betrothed to him, were not worthier to raise children by than the Athenian women, derived from Erechtheus and Cecrops; but it is to be suspected these things were done out of wantonness and lust. Romulus, when he had taken near eight hundred women, chose not all, but only Hersilia, as they say, for himself; the rest he divided among the chief of the city; and afterwards, by the respect and tenderness and justice shown towards them, he made it clear that this violence and injury was a commendable and politic exploit to establish a society; by which he intermixed and united both nations, and made it the fountain of after friendship and public stability. And to the reverence and love and constancy he established in matrimony, time can witness; for in two hundred and thirty years, neither any husband deserted his wife, nor any wife her husband; but, as the curious among the Greeks can name the first case of parricide or matricide, so the Romans all well know that Spurius Carvilius was the first who put away his wife, accusing her of barrenness. The immediate results were similar; for upon those marriages the two princes shared in the dominion, and both nations fell under the same government. But from the marriages of Theseus proceeded nothing of friendship or correspondence for the advantage of commerce, but enmities and wars and the slaughter of citizens, and, at last, the loss of the city Aphidnae, when only out of the compassion of the enemy, whom they entreated and caressed like gods, they escaped suffering what Troy did by Paris. Theseus’s mother, however, was not only in danger, but suffered actually what Hecuba did, deserted and neglected by her son, unless her captivity be not a fiction, as I could wish both that and other things were. The circumstances of the divine intervention, said to have preceded or accompanied their births, are also in contrast; for Romulus was preserved by the special favor of the gods; but the oracle given to Aegeus, commanding him to abstain, seems to demonstrate that the birth of Theseus was not agreeable to the will of the gods.
And, honestly, the wrongs done in the rapes of women by Theseus have no reasonable excuse. First, because he repeatedly committed the crime; he abducted Ariadne, Antiope, Anaxo from Troezen, and finally Helen when he was an old man and she was just a child. He was way past the age for even legal marriage. Then there’s the reason for it; the virgin women from Troezen, Lacedaemon, and the Amazons, aside from not being engaged to him, were no more worthy to bear children than the women of Athens, who descended from Erechtheus and Cecrops. Yet, it seems these actions were driven by desire and lust. Romulus, after taking nearly eight hundred women, chose only Hersilia for himself, while the others were given to the leaders of the city. He later showed respect, care, and fairness towards them, proving that this violence was a necessary and clever strategy to build a society, which mixed and united both peoples, establishing a foundation for future friendship and public stability. Time has witnessed the respect and love in marriage he established; for two hundred and thirty years, no husband abandoned his wife, nor any wife her husband. Just as the curious Greeks can name the first case of parricide or matricide, the Romans know that Spurius Carvilius was the first to divorce his wife, claiming she was barren. The immediate outcomes were similar; these marriages allowed the two kings to share power, and both nations came under the same rule. But Theseus's marriages brought no friendship or cooperation for trade, only enmity, wars, and citizen bloodshed, culminating in the loss of the city of Aphidnae, where they barely escaped what happened to Troy because they appealed to and treated their enemy like a god. Meanwhile, Theseus’s mother not only faced danger but truly suffered what Hecuba did—abandoned and ignored by her son—unless her captivity is just a story, as I would prefer for both that and other things to be. The circumstances surrounding their births, said to have divine intervention, also contrast sharply; Romulus was protected by the gods’ favor, while the oracle given to Aegeus warned him to abstain, suggesting that Theseus's birth was not in line with the gods' intentions.
LYCURGUS
There is so much uncertainty in the accounts which historians have left us of Lycurgus, the lawgiver of Sparta, that scarcely anything is asserted by one of them which is not called into question or contradicted by the rest. Their sentiments are quite different as to the family he came of, the voyages he undertook, the place and manner of his death, but most of all when they speak of the laws he made and the commonwealth which he founded. They cannot, by any means, be brought to an agreement as to the very age in which he lived; for some of them say that he flourished in the time of Iphitus, and that they two jointly contrived the ordinance for the cessation of arms during the solemnity of the Olympic games. Of this opinion was Aristotle; and for confirmation of it, he alleges an inscription upon one of the copper quoits used in those sports, upon which the name of Lycurgus continued uneffaced to his time. But Eratosthenes and Apollodorus and other chronologers, computing the time by the successions of the Spartan kings, pretend to demonstrate that he was much more ancient than the institution of the Olympic games. Timaeus conjectures that there were two of this name, and in diverse times, but that the one of them being much more famous than the other, men gave to him the glory of the exploits of both; the elder of the two, according to him, was not long after Homer; and some are so particular as to say that he had seen him. But that he was of great antiquity may be gathered from a passage in Xenophon, where he makes him contemporary with the Heraclidae. By descent, indeed, the very last kings of Sparta were Heraclidae too; but he seems in that place to speak of the first and more immediate successors of Hercules. But notwithstanding this confusion and obscurity, we shall endeavor to compose the history of his life, adhering to those statements which are least contradicted, and depending upon those authors who are most worthy of credit.
There's so much uncertainty in the accounts that historians have left us about Lycurgus, the lawgiver of Sparta, that almost nothing asserted by one of them isn't questioned or contradicted by the others. Their views differ significantly regarding his family background, the journeys he took, the place and manner of his death, but most notably, when they discuss the laws he created and the government he established. They can't agree at all on the very age in which he lived; some state that he thrived during the time of Iphitus, and that they jointly devised the ordinance for ceasing hostilities during the Olympic games. Aristotle held this view and supports it by citing an inscription on one of the copper discs used in those events, on which Lycurgus's name remained intact until his time. However, Eratosthenes, Apollodorus, and other chronologists, calculating based on the succession of Spartan kings, claim to show that he lived much earlier than the establishment of the Olympic games. Timaeus suggests that there were two individuals with this name at different times, but since one of them was much more famous than the other, people attributed the achievements of both to him; according to him, the elder lived not long after Homer, and some even say that he had met him. But his great antiquity can be inferred from a passage in Xenophon, where he describes him as a contemporary of the Heraclidae. Indeed, the very last kings of Sparta were also Heraclidae; however, he seems to refer to the first and more immediate successors of Hercules in this context. Despite this confusion and uncertainty, we will try to piece together the history of his life, sticking to the accounts that are least contradicted and relying on those authors who are most reputable.
The poet Simonides will have it that Lycurgus was the son of Prytanis, and not of Eunomus; but in this opinion he is singular, for all the rest deduce the genealogy of them both as follows:—
The poet Simonides claims that Lycurgus was the son of Prytanis, not Eunomus; however, he is the only one with this view, as everyone else traces their lineage as follows:—
Aristodemus Patrocles Sous Eurypon Eunomus ————————————————————— Polydectes by his first wife Lycurgus by Dionassa his second.
Aristodemus Patrocles Sous Eurypon Eunomus ————————————————————— Polydectes with his first wife Lycurgus with Dionassa his second.
Dieuchidas says he was the sixth from Patrocles and the eleventh from Hercules. Be this as it will, Sous certainly was the most renowned of all his ancestors, under whose conduct the Spartans made slaves of the Helots, and added to their dominions, by conquest, a good part of Arcadia, There goes a story of this king Sous, that, being besieged by the Clitorians in a dry and stony place so that he could come at no water, he was at last constrained to agree with them upon these terms, that he would restore to them all his conquests, provided that himself and all his men should drink of the nearest spring. After the usual oaths and ratifications, he called his soldiers together, and offered to him that would forbear drinking, his kingdom for a reward; and when not a man of them was able to forbear, in short, when they had all drunk their fill, at last comes king Sous himself to the spring, and, having sprinkled his face only, without swallowing one drop, marches off in the face of his enemies, refusing to yield up his conquests, because himself and all his men had not, according to the articles, drunk of their water.
Dieuchidas claims he was the sixth descendant of Patrocles and the eleventh from Hercules. Regardless, Sous was definitely the most famous among all his ancestors, under whom the Spartans enslaved the Helots and expanded their territory by conquering a substantial part of Arcadia. There’s a story about King Sous that when he was besieged by the Clitorians in a dry, rocky area where he couldn’t find any water, he eventually had to negotiate with them. The agreement was that he would return all his conquests, provided he and his men could drink from the nearest spring. After the usual oaths and agreements, he gathered his soldiers and promised to reward anyone who could resist drinking with a portion of his kingdom. When none of them could hold back, and after they had all drunk their fill, King Sous finally approached the spring. He merely sprinkled water on his face without swallowing a single drop and then marched away in front of his enemies, refusing to give up his conquests because he and his men had not, as agreed, drunk from the water.
Although he was justly had in admiration on this account, yet his family was not surnamed from him, but from his son Eurypon (of whom they were called Eurypontids); the reason of which was that Eurypon relaxed the rigor of the monarchy, seeking favor and popularity with the many. They, after this first step, grew bolder; and the succeeding kings partly incurred hatred with their people by trying to use force, or, for popularity’s sake and through weakness, gave way; and anarchy and confusion long prevailed in Sparta, causing, moreover, the death of the father of Lycurgus. For as he was endeavoring to quell a riot, he was stabbed with a butcher’s knife, and left the title of king to his eldest son Polydectes.
Although he was rightly admired for this, his family wasn't named after him, but rather after his son Eurypon (which is why they were called the Eurypontids); this happened because Eurypon softened the strictness of the monarchy, trying to win favor and popularity with the masses. After this initial move, they became more daring; and the kings that followed partly earned the people's hatred by trying to use force, or, in a bid for popularity and out of weakness, they backed down; as a result, anarchy and chaos reigned in Sparta for a long time, leading to the death of Lycurgus's father. While trying to put down a riot, he was stabbed with a butcher's knife, and the title of king passed to his eldest son Polydectes.
He, too, dying soon after, the right of succession (as every one thought) rested in Lycurgus; and reign he did, until it was found that the queen, his sister-in-law, was with child; upon which he immediately declared that the kingdom belonged to her issue, provided it were male, and that he himself exercised the regal jurisdiction only as his guardian; the Spartan name for which office is prodicus. Soon after, an overture was made to him by the queen, that she would herself in some way destroy the infant, upon condition that he would marry her when he came to the crown. Abhorring the woman’s wickedness, he nevertheless did not reject her proposal, but, making show of closing with her, dispatched the messenger with thanks and expressions of joy, but dissuaded her earnestly from procuring herself to miscarry, which would impair her health, if not endanger her life; he himself, he said, would see to it, that the child, as soon as born, should be taken out of the way. By such artifices having drawn on the woman to the time of her lying-in, as soon as he heard that she was in labor, he sent persons to be by and observe all that passed, with orders that if it were a girl they should deliver it to the women, but if a boy, should bring it to him wheresoever he were, and whatsoever doing. It so fell out that when he was at supper with the principal magistrates the queen was brought to bed of a boy, who was soon after presented to him as he was at the table; he, taking him into his arms, said to those about him, “Men of Sparta, here is a king born unto us;” this said, he laid him down in the king’s place, and named him Charilaus, that is, the joy of the people; because that all were transported with joy and with wonder at his noble and just spirit. His reign had lasted only eight months, but he was honored on other accounts by the citizens, and there were more who obeyed him because of his eminent virtues, than because he was regent to the king and had the royal power in his hands. Some, however, envied and sought to impede his growing influence while he was still young; chiefly the kindred and friends of the queen mother, who pretended to have been dealt with injuriously. Her brother Leonidas, in a warm debate which fell out betwixt him and Lycurgus, went so far as to tell him to his face that he was well assured that ere long he should see him king; suggesting suspicions and preparing the way for an accusation of him, as though he had made away with his nephew, if the child should chance to fail though by a natural death. Words of the like import were designedly cast abroad by the queen-mother and her adherents.
He also died soon after, so everyone thought that the right of succession lay with Lycurgus; and he did become king, until it was discovered that the queen, his sister-in-law, was pregnant. At that point, he immediately declared that the kingdom would belong to her child, provided it was a boy, and that he himself was only acting as the child's guardian. The Spartan term for this role is prodicus. Shortly after, the queen made a proposal to him that she would find a way to get rid of the baby, on the condition that he would marry her once he became king. Disgusted by her wickedness, he still didn’t turn down her suggestion. Instead, he feigned acceptance, sent the messenger back with thanks and joy, but urged her strongly against doing anything to harm her pregnancy, pointing out that it could jeopardize her health or even her life. He assured her that he would ensure the child would be taken care of as soon as it was born. By using such tricks to stall her until she was close to giving birth, he then sent people to watch the delivery and instructed them that if it was a girl, they should hand it over to the women, but if it was a boy, to bring it to him no matter what he was doing or where he was. It happened that while he was having dinner with the senior magistrates, the queen gave birth to a boy, who was quickly brought to him at the table. Taking the baby in his arms, he said to those around him, “Men of Sparta, here is a king born to us;” having said this, he laid the baby in the king's place and named him Charilaus, meaning the joy of the people, because everyone was filled with happiness and awe at the noble and just spirit of the child. His reign only lasted eight months, but he was respected for various reasons by the citizens, and more people obeyed him because of his outstanding virtues than because he was the regent for the king and held royal power. However, some were envious and sought to undermine his growing influence while he was still young, especially the relatives and friends of the queen mother, who claimed they had been wronged. Her brother Leonidas, during a heated argument with Lycurgus, went so far as to confront him, saying he was certain that he would soon see him as king; suggesting doubts and laying the groundwork for an accusation against him as though he had harmed his nephew if the child were to die, even by natural causes. Similar comments were intentionally spread by the queen mother and her supporters.
Troubled at this, and not knowing what it might come to, he thought it his wisest course to avoid their envy by a voluntary exile, and to travel from place to place until his nephew came to marriageable years, and, by having a son, had secured the succession; setting sail, therefore, with this resolution, he first arrived at Crete, where, having considered their several forms of government, and got an acquaintance with the principal men amongst them, some of their laws he very much approved of, and resolved to make use of them in his own country; a good part he rejected as useless. Amongst the persons there the most renowned for their learning all their wisdom in state matters was one Thales, whom Lycurgus, by importunities and assurances of friendship, persuaded to go over to Lacedaemon; where, though by his outward appearance and his own profession he seemed to be no other than a lyric poet, in reality he performed the part of one of the ablest lawgivers in the world. The very songs which he composed were exhortations to obedience and concord, and the very measure and cadence of the verse, conveying impressions of order and tranquility, had so great an influence on the minds of the listeners, that they were insensibly softened and civilized, insomuch that they renounced their private feuds and animosities, and were reunited in a common admiration of virtue. So that it may truly be said that Thales prepared the way for the discipline introduced by Lycurgus.
Worried about this and unsure of where it might lead, he decided the best thing to do was to avoid their jealousy by choosing to go into voluntary exile. He planned to travel from place to place until his nephew reached the age to marry and secured the succession by having a son. Setting sail with this intention, he first arrived in Crete. There, after looking into their different forms of government and getting to know the key figures among them, he approved some of their laws, deciding to implement them in his own country, while discarding a good portion as unhelpful. Among the most notable individuals there for their knowledge of state affairs was a man named Thales, whom Lycurgus persuaded to come to Lacedaemon through persistent appeals and the promise of friendship. Although he appeared to be nothing more than a lyric poet on the surface and by his profession, he actually played the role of one of the most capable lawgivers in the world. The very songs he created served as calls for obedience and harmony, and the rhythm and flow of his verses, which conveyed a sense of order and peace, had such a strong impact on the listeners that they were gently softened and civilized. They gave up their personal feuds and grudges, coming together in a shared appreciation for virtue. Thus, it can truly be said that Thales paved the way for the discipline brought in by Lycurgus.
From Crete he sailed to Asia, with design, as is said, to examine the difference betwixt the manners and rules of life of the Cretans, which were very sober and temperate, and those of the Ionians, a people of sumptuous and delicate habits, and so to form a judgment; just as physicians do by comparing healthy and diseased bodies. Here he had the first sight of Homer’s works, in the hands, we may suppose, of the posterity of Creophylus; and, having observed that the few loose expressions and actions of ill example which are to be found in his poems were much outweighed by serious lessons of state and rules of morality, he set himself eagerly to transcribe and digest them into order, as thinking they would be of good use in his own country. They had, indeed, already obtained some slight repute amongst the Greeks, and scattered portions, as chance conveyed them, were in the hands of individuals; but Lycurgus first made them really known.
From Crete, he sailed to Asia, intending, as it’s said, to compare the habits and lifestyles of the Cretans, who were very disciplined and moderate, with those of the Ionians, a group known for their extravagant and refined ways, and to make a judgment based on that comparison—similar to how doctors analyze healthy and unhealthy bodies. There, he encountered Homer’s works for the first time, likely in the hands of Creophylus’ descendants. Noticing that the few loose expressions and negative actions in the poems were far outweighed by important lessons in governance and moral principles, he eagerly began to transcribe and organize them, believing they would be valuable for his own country. Indeed, they had already begun to gain some minor recognition among the Greeks, and fragments of them were held by individuals through chance, but Lycurgus was the one who truly made them known.
The Egyptians say that he took a voyage into Egypt, and that, being much taken with their way of separating the soldiery from the rest of the nation, he transferred it from them to Sparta, a removal from contact with those employed in low and mechanical occupations giving high refinement and beauty to the state. Some Greek writers also record this. But as for his voyages into Spain, Africa, and the Indies, and his conferences there with the Gymnosophists, the whole relation, as far as I can find, rests on the single credit of the Spartan Aristocrates, the son of Hipparchus.
The Egyptians claim that he traveled to Egypt and, intrigued by their practice of separating the military from the rest of society, brought this idea back to Sparta. This separation from those engaged in ordinary and manual labor enriched the culture and elegance of the state. Some Greek writers also mention this. However, regarding his travels to Spain, Africa, and the Indies, and his meetings with the Gymnosophists there, the entire account appears to rely solely on the reputation of Aristocrates of Sparta, the son of Hipparchus.
Lycurgus was much missed at Sparta, and often sent for, “for kings indeed we have,” they said, “who wear the marks and assume the titles of royalty, but as for the qualities of their minds, they have nothing by which they are to be distinguished from their subjects;” adding, that in him alone was the true foundation of sovereignty to be seen, a nature made to rule, and a genius to gain obedience. Nor were the kings themselves averse to see him back, for they looked upon his presence as a bulwark against the insolencies of the people.
Lycurgus was greatly missed in Sparta and was often called for. People said, “We do have kings who wear the symbols and claim the titles of royalty, but in terms of their character, they’re no different from their subjects.” They added that he alone represented the true essence of leadership, having a nature suited to rule and the ability to command respect. The kings themselves were also eager to have him return, as they viewed his presence as a shield against the arrogance of the people.
Things being in this posture at his return, he applied himself, without loss of time, to a thorough reformation and resolved to change the whole face of the commonwealth; for what could a few particular laws and a partial alteration avail? He must act as wise physicians do, in the case of one who labors under a complication of diseases, by force of medicines reduce and exhaust him, change his whole temperament, and then set him upon a totally new regimen of diet. Having thus projected things, away he goes to Delphi to consult Apollo there; which having done, and offered his sacrifice, he returned with that renowned oracle, in which he is called beloved of God, and rather God than man; that his prayers were heard, that his laws should be the best, and the commonwealth which observed them the most famous in the world. Encouraged by these things, he set himself to bring over to his side the leading men of Sparta, exhorting them to give him a helping hand in his great undertaking; he broke it first to his particular friends, and then by degrees gained others, and animated them all to put his design in execution. When things were ripe for action, he gave order to thirty of the principal men of Sparta to be ready armed at the market-place by break of day, to the end that he might strike a terror into the opposite party. Hermippus hath set down the names of twenty of the most eminent of them; but the name of him whom Lycurgus most confided in, and who was of most use to him, both in making his laws and putting them in execution, was Arthmiadas. Things growing to a tumult, king Charilaus, apprehending that it was a conspiracy against his person, took sanctuary in the temple of Minerva of the Brazen House; but, being soon after undeceived, and having taken an oath of them that they had no designs against him, he quitted his refuge, and himself also entered into the confederacy with them; of so gentle and flexible a disposition he was, to which Archelaus, his brother-king, alluded, when, hearing him extolled for his goodness, he said, “Who can say he is anything but good? he is so even to the bad.”
With things in this situation upon his return, he wasted no time in completely reforming the system and was determined to transform the entire commonwealth; after all, how effective could a few specific laws and a partial change be? He needed to act like a wise physician dealing with a patient suffering from multiple ailments, using strong medicines to reduce and exhaust them, altering their entire nature, and then placing them on a completely new diet plan. Having developed this strategy, he went to Delphi to consult Apollo; after doing so and making the required sacrifices, he returned with that famous oracle proclaiming him beloved of God, more divine than human; that his prayers had been heard, that his laws would be the best, and that the commonwealth adhering to them would be the most renowned in the world. Motivated by this, he set out to win over the key figures of Sparta, encouraging them to support his ambitious endeavor; he first brought it up to his close friends and gradually won over more, inspiring them all to implement his plan. When the moment was right, he instructed thirty of the prominent Spartans to be armed and ready in the marketplace at dawn, aiming to instill fear in the opposing faction. Hermippus has listed the names of twenty of these notable figures, but the person Lycurgus relied on most, who was instrumental in both creating and executing his laws, was Arthmiadas. As tensions escalated into chaos, King Charilaus, fearing a conspiracy against him, took refuge in the temple of Minerva of the Brazen House. However, once he was reassured and swore an oath that no harm was intended against him, he left his sanctuary and joined their alliance; he had such a gentle and adaptable nature, a quality his brother-king Archelaus referred to when he remarked, "Who can claim he is anything but good? He is even good to the wicked."
Amongst the many changes and alterations which Lycurgus made, the first and of greatest importance was the establishment of the senate, which, having a power equal to the kings’ in matters of great consequence, and, as Plato expresses it, allaying and qualifying the fiery genius of the royal office, gave steadiness and safety to the commonwealth. For the state, which before had no firm basis to stand upon, but leaned one while towards an absolute monarchy, when the kings had the upper hand, and another while towards a pure democracy, when the people had the better, found in this establishment of the senate a central weight, like ballast in a ship, which always kept things in a just equilibrium; the twenty-eight always adhering to the kings so far as to resist democracy, and, on the other hand, supporting the people against the establishment of absolute monarchy. As for the determinate number of twenty-eight, Aristotle states, that it so fell out because two of the original associates, for want of courage, fell off from the enterprise; but Sphaerus assures us that there were but twenty-eight of the confederates at first; perhaps there is some mystery in the number, which consists of seven multiplied by four, and is the first of perfect numbers after six, being, as that is, equal to all its parts. For my part, I believe Lycurgus fixed upon the number of twenty-eight, that, the two kings being reckoned amongst them, they might be thirty in all. So eagerly set was he upon this establishment, that he took the trouble to obtain an oracle about it from Delphi, the Rhetra, which runs thus: “After that you have built a temple to Jupiter Hellanius, and to Minerva Hellania, and after that you have phyle’d the people phyles, and obe’d them into obes, you shall establish a council of thirty elders, the leaders included, and shall, from time to time, apellazein the people betwixt Babyca and Cnacion, there propound and put to the vote. The commons have the final voice and decision. “ By phyles and obes are meant the divisions of the people; by the leaders, the two kings; apellazein, referring to the Pythian Apollo, signifies to assemble; Babyca and Cnacion they now call Oenus; Aristotle says Cnacion is a river, and Babyca a bridge. Betwixt this Babyca and Cnacion, their assemblies were held, for they had no council-house or building, to meet in. Lycurgus was of opinion that ornaments were so far from advantaging them in their counsels, that they were rather an hindrance, by diverting their attention from the business before them to statues and pictures, and roofs curiously fretted, the usual embellishments of such places amongst the other Greeks. The people then being thus assembled in the open air, it was not allowed to any one of their order to give his advice, but only either to ratify or reject what should be propounded to them by the king or senate. But because it fell out afterwards that the people, by adding or omitting words, distorted and perverted the sense of propositions, kings Polydorus and Theopompus inserted into the Rhetra, or grand covenant, the following clause: “That if the people decide crookedly, it should be lawful for the elders and leaders to dissolve;” that is to say, refuse ratification, and dismiss the people as depravers and perverters of their counsel. It passed among the people, by their management, as being equally authentic with the rest of the Rhetra, as appears by these verses of Tyrtaeus,—
Among the many changes that Lycurgus made, the most significant was establishing the Senate, which had power equal to the kings in important matters. As Plato puts it, this balanced and tempered the fiery nature of the royal role, providing steadiness and security to the state. Before this, the state had no stable foundation and fluctuated between an absolute monarchy when the kings were dominant, and pure democracy when the people had the upper hand. The establishment of the Senate provided a central force, like ballast in a ship, that maintained a proper balance. The twenty-eight members aligned with the kings enough to resist democracy and, on the flip side, supported the people against the rise of absolute monarchy. About the specific number of twenty-eight, Aristotle claims it happened because two of the original associates lacked the courage to proceed with the plan. However, Sphaerus states there were only twenty-eight confederates from the start; perhaps there's some significance to the number, which is seven multiplied by four and the first perfect number after six, being equal to all its factors. I believe Lycurgus chose the number twenty-eight so that with the two kings included, their total would be thirty. He was so determined about this setup that he sought an oracle from Delphi, known as the Rhetra, which states: “After you build a temple to Jupiter Hellanius and Minerva Hellania, and after you have organized the people into phyles and obes, you shall set up a council of thirty elders, which includes the leaders, and shall, from time to time, assemble the people between Babyca and Cnacion to propose and vote on issues. The commons have the final say.” The terms phyles and obes refer to the divisions of the people; the leaders are the two kings; apellazein, linked to Pythian Apollo, means to gather; Babyca and Cnacion are now known as Oenus. Their meetings took place between Babyca and Cnacion since they did not have a council hall to use. Lycurgus believed that decorations were counterproductive in their discussions, distracting attention from the matters at hand to statues, paintings, and intricately designed roofs, which were typical embellishments in other Greek locations. Thus, the people were gathered outdoors, and no one in their assembly was allowed to offer advice; they could only approve or reject proposals made by the king or Senate. However, later, the people sometimes misrepresented the meaning of proposals by altering words, prompting Kings Polydorus and Theopompus to amend the Rhetra with this clause: “If the people make a bad decision, the elders and leaders may dissolve the assembly;” meaning they could refuse to approve and dismiss the people as distorters of their counsel. This was accepted among the people as legitimately part of the Rhetra, as evidenced by these verses of Tyrtaeus—
These oracles they from Apollo heard,
And brought from Pytho home the perfect word:
The heaven-appointed kings, who love the land,
Shall foremost in the nation’s council stand;
The elders next to them; the commons last;
Let a straight Rhetra among all be passed.
These oracles they heard from Apollo,
And brought home the perfect word from Pytho:
The kings chosen by the heavens, who care for the land,
Shall lead the nation’s council;
The elders will come next; the common people last;
Let a clear rule be established for all.
Although Lycurgus had, in this manner, used all the qualifications possible in the constitution of his commonwealth, yet those who succeeded him found the oligarchical element still too strong and dominant, and, to check its high temper and its violence, put, as Plato says, a bit in its mouth, which was the power of the ephori, established one hundred and thirty years after the death of Lycurgus. Elatus and his colleagues were the first who had this dignity conferred upon them, in the reign of king Theopompus, who, when his queen upbraided him one day that he would leave the regal power to his children less than he had received it from his ancestors, said, in answer, “No, greater; for it will last longer.” For, indeed, their prerogative being thus reduced within reasonable bounds, the Spartan kings were at once freed from all further jealousies and consequent danger, and never experienced the calamities of their neighbors at Messene and Argos, who, by maintaining their prerogative too strictly, for want of yielding a little to the populace, lost it all.
Although Lycurgus had made the best possible arrangements for his commonwealth, those who came after him found the oligarchical element still too strong and dominant. To rein in its arrogance and aggression, they put, as Plato describes, a curb on it, which was the power of the ephorate, established one hundred and thirty years after Lycurgus's death. Elatus and his colleagues were the first to be given this role during the reign of King Theopompus, who, when his queen scolded him one day for potentially leaving his children a lesser kingdom than he inherited, responded, “No, a greater one; for it will endure longer.” Indeed, with their power now kept in reasonable limits, the Spartan kings were freed from envy and the associated dangers, and they avoided the misfortunes faced by their neighbors in Messene and Argos, who lost their authority completely by holding onto it too tightly and refusing to compromise with the people.
Indeed, whosoever shall look at the sedition and misgovernment which befell these bordering nations to whom they were as near related in blood as situation, will find in them the best reason to admire the wisdom and foresight of Lycurgus. For these three states, in their first rise, were equal, or, if there were any odds, they lay on the side of the Messenians and Argives, who, in the first allotment, were thought to have been luckier than the Spartans; yet was their happiness but of small continuance, partly the tyrannical temper of their kings and partly the ungovernableness of the people quickly bringing upon them such disorders, and so complete an overthrow of all existing institutions, as clearly to show how truly divine a blessing the Spartans had had in that wise lawgiver who gave their government its happy balance and temper. But of this I shall say more in its due place.
Indeed, anyone who examines the chaos and poor leadership that affected these neighboring nations, who were as closely related by blood as by location, will find ample reason to appreciate the wisdom and foresight of Lycurgus. In their early stages, these three states were equal, or if there was any advantage, it favored the Messenians and Argives, who were considered luckier than the Spartans in the initial division. However, their happiness was short-lived, as the tyrannical nature of their kings and the unruliness of the people quickly led to such disorder and a complete collapse of all existing institutions that it clearly demonstrated how truly fortunate the Spartans were to have had that wise lawgiver who brought balance and stability to their government. But I will discuss this further in its proper context.
After the creation of the thirty senators, his next task, and, indeed, the most hazardous he ever undertook, was the making a new division of their lands. For there was an extreme inequality amongst them, and their state was overloaded with a multitude of indigent and necessitous persons, while its whole wealth had centered upon a very few. To the end, therefore, that he might expel from the state arrogance and envy, luxury and crime, and those yet more inveterate diseases of want and superfluity, he obtained of them to renounce their properties, and to consent to a new division of the land, and that they should live all together on an equal footing; merit to be their only road to eminence, and the disgrace of evil, and credit of worthy acts, their one measure of difference between man and man.
After establishing the thirty senators, his next task, which was arguably the most risky he ever faced, was to redistribute their land. There was a huge inequality among them, as the state was burdened with many poor and needy people, while most of the wealth was held by just a few. To eliminate arrogance, envy, luxury, crime, and even deeper issues like poverty and excess, he got them to give up their properties and agree to a new division of the land, where everyone would live equally; merit would be the only path to success, and the shame of wrongdoing and the recognition of good deeds would be the only measures of difference between individuals.
Upon their consent to these proposals, proceeding at once to put them into execution, he divided the country of Laconia in general into thirty thousand equal shares, and the part attached to the city of Sparta into nine thousand; these he distributed among the Spartans, as he did the others to the country citizens. Some authors say that he made but six thousand lots for the citizens of Sparta, and that king Polydorus added three thousand more. Others say that Polydorus doubled the number Lycurgus had made, which, according to them, was but four thousand five hundred. A lot was so much as to yield, one year with another, about seventy bushels of grain for the master of the family, and twelve for his wife, with a suitable proportion of oil and wine. And this he thought sufficient to keep their bodies in good health and strength; superfluities they were better without. It is reported, that, as he returned from a journey shortly after the division of the lands, in harvest time, the ground being newly reaped, seeing the stacks all standing equal and alike, he smiled, and said to those about him, “Methinks all Laconia looks like one family estate just divided among a number of brothers.”
Once they agreed to these proposals and moved quickly to implement them, he divided the region of Laconia into thirty thousand equal shares, with the part connected to the city of Sparta having nine thousand; these he allocated to the Spartans, just as he did for the citizens of the countryside. Some writers claim he created only six thousand lots for the citizens of Sparta, with King Polydorus adding three thousand more. Others say that Polydorus doubled what Lycurgus originally set, which they believe was only four thousand five hundred. Each lot was enough to yield around seventy bushels of grain annually for the head of the household, and twelve for his wife, along with a suitable amount of oil and wine. He thought this was enough to keep them healthy and strong; it was better for them to be without excess. It is said that after returning from a journey shortly after the land was divided, during harvest time, he noticed the freshly harvested stacks all standing equal and alike. He smiled and said to those around him, "It seems all of Laconia looks like one family estate just divided among a bunch of brothers."
Not contented with this, he resolved to make a division of their movables too, that there might be no odious distinction or inequality left amongst them; but finding that it would be very dangerous to go about it openly, he took another course, and defeated their avarice by the following stratagem: he commanded that all gold and silver coin should be called in, and that only a sort of money made of iron should be current, a great weight and quantity of which was but very little worth; so that to lay up twenty or thirty pounds there was required a pretty large closet, and, to remove it, nothing less than a yoke of oxen. With the diffusion of this money, at once a number of vices were banished from Lacedaemon; for who would rob another of such a coin? Who would unjustly detain or take by force, or accept as a bribe, a thing which it was not easy to hide, nor a credit to have, nor indeed of any use to cut in pieces? For when it was just red hot, they quenched it in vinegar, and by that means spoilt it, and made it almost incapable of being worked.
Not satisfied with this, he decided to divide their possessions too, so there wouldn't be any unpleasant distinction or inequality left among them. However, realizing that it would be very risky to do it openly, he chose a different approach and outsmarted their greed with the following scheme: he ordered all gold and silver coins to be collected and said that only a type of iron money would be in circulation, which was heavy and large in quantity but worth very little. To save up twenty or thirty pounds of this money required quite a big storage space, and transporting it needed nothing less than a yoke of oxen. With the spread of this currency, many vices were eliminated from Lacedaemon; who would rob someone of such worthless money? Who would unjustly hold on to it, take it by force, or accept it as a bribe when it was hard to hide, it brought no status, and was pretty much useless to break down? Because when it was just red hot, they would cool it in vinegar, ruining it and making it nearly impossible to work with.
In the next place, he declared an outlawry of all needless and superfluous arts; but here he might almost have spared his proclamation; for they of themselves would have gone after the gold and silver, the money which remained being not so proper payment for curious work; for, being of iron, it was scarcely portable, neither, if they should take the pains to export it, would it pass amongst the other Greeks, who ridiculed it. So there was now no more means of purchasing foreign goods and small wares; merchants sent no shiploads into Laconian ports; no rhetoric-master, no itinerant fortune-teller, no harlot-monger or gold or silversmith, engraver, or jeweler, set foot in a country which had no money; so that luxury, deprived little by little of that which fed and fomented it, wasted to nothing, and died away of itself. For the rich had no advantage here over the poor, as their wealth and abundance had no road to come abroad by, but were shut up at home doing nothing. And in this way they became excellent artists in common, necessary things; bedsteads, chairs, and tables, and such like staple utensils in a family, were admirably well made there; their cup, particularly, was very much in fashion, and eagerly bought up by soldiers, as Critias reports; for its color was such as to prevent water, drunk upon necessity and disagreeable to look at, from being noticed; and the shape of it was such that the mud stuck to the sides, so that only the purer part came to the drinker’s mouth. For this, also, they had to thank their lawgiver, who, by relieving the artisans of the trouble of making useless things, set them to show their skill in giving beauty to those of daily and indispensable use.
Next, he declared all unnecessary and excessive arts as outlawed; but honestly, he might have skipped this announcement because people would have naturally pursued gold and silver instead. The remaining money wasn’t suitable for intricate work; made of iron, it was hardly portable, and if they tried to export it, it wouldn’t be accepted by the other Greeks, who laughed at it. So, there were no more ways to buy foreign goods and small items; merchants didn't send ships to Laconian ports, and no rhetoric teacher, traveling fortune-teller, or pimp, nor gold or silversmith, engraver, or jeweler, set foot in a country that had no money. Luxury gradually starved to death, unable to sustain itself. The rich had no advantage over the poor here, as their wealth and abundance were stuck at home, going to waste. Consequently, they became skilled artisans of basic, necessary items; bedsteads, chairs, tables, and similar everyday utensils were crafted excellently. Their cups, in particular, became very popular and were eagerly purchased by soldiers, as Critias reports. The color prevented the water, which was often unappealing, from being noticeable, and the shape ensured that the mud stuck to the sides, so only the cleaner part reached the drinker's lips. They owed this success to their lawgiver, who relieved artisans of the burden of making useless items, allowing them to use their skills to beautify those that were essential and in everyday use.
The third and most masterly stroke of this great lawgiver, by which he struck a yet more effectual blow against luxury and the desire of riches, was the ordinance he made, that they should all eat in common, of the same bread and same meat, and of kinds that were specified, and should not spend their lives at home, laid on costly couches at splendid tables, delivering themselves up into the hands of their tradesmen and cooks, to fatten them in corners, like greedy brutes, and to ruin not their minds only but their very bodies, which, enfeebled by indulgence and excess, would stand in need of long sleep, warm bathing, freedom from work, and, in a word, of as much care and attendance as if they were continually sick. It was certainly an extraordinary thing to have brought about such a result as this, but a greater yet to have taken away from wealth, as Theophrastus observes, not merely the property of being coveted, but its very nature of being wealth. For the rich, being obliged to go to the same table with the poor, could not make use of or enjoy their abundance, nor so much as please their vanity by looking at or displaying it. So that the common proverb, that Plutus, the god of riches, is blind, was nowhere in all the world literally verified but in Sparta. There, indeed, he was not only blind, but like a picture, without either life or motion. Nor were they allowed to take food at home first, and then attend the public tables, for every one had an eye upon those who did not eat and drink like the rest, and reproached them with being dainty and effeminate.
The third and most impressive move of this great lawmaker, which delivered a stronger blow against luxury and the desire for wealth, was the rule he established that everyone should eat together, sharing the same bread and the same meat, along with specific types of food. They were not to spend their lives at home, resting on lavish couches at extravagant tables, giving themselves over to their tradespeople and chefs, who would pamper them like greedy animals and ruin not just their minds but their bodies as well. Those bodies, weakened by indulgence and excess, would require long sleeps, warm baths, freedom from work, and essentially as much care as if they were constantly ill. It was certainly remarkable to achieve such an outcome, but even more impressive to have stripped wealth, as Theophrastus points out, not just of its desirability but of its very essence as wealth. Since the rich were forced to share a table with the poor, they couldn’t enjoy their riches or even indulge their vanity by showing it off. Thus, the common saying that Plutus, the god of wealth, is blind was only true in Sparta. There, he was not only blind but, like a painting, without life or motion. They were also not allowed to eat at home before joining the public tables, as everyone would keep an eye on those who didn’t eat and drink like everyone else and would mock them for being fussy and soft.
This last ordinance in particular exasperated the wealthier men. They collected in a body against Lycurgus, and from ill words came to throwing stones, so that at length he was forced to run out of the marketplace, and make to sanctuary to save his life; by good-hap he outran all excepting one Alcander, a young man otherwise not ill accomplished, but hasty and violent, who came up so close to him, that, when he turned to see who was near him, he struck him upon the face with his stick, and put out one of his eyes. Lycurgus, so far from being daunted and discouraged by this accident, stopped short, and showed his disfigured face and eye beat out to his countrymen; they, dismayed and ashamed at the sight, delivered Alcander into his hands to be punished, and escorted him home, with expressions of great concern for his ill usage. Lycurgus, having thanked them for their care of his person, dismissed them all, excepting only Alcander; and, taking him with him into his house, neither did nor said anything severely to him, but, dismissing those whose place it was bade Alcander to wait upon him at table. The young man who was of an ingenuous temper, without murmuring did as he was commanded; and, being thus admitted to live with Lycurgus, he had an opportunity to observe in him, besides his gentleness and calmness of temper, an extraordinary sobriety and an indefatigable industry, and so, from an enemy, became one of his most zealous admirers, and told his friends and relations that Lycurgus was not that morose and ill-natured man they had formerly taken him for, but the one mild and gentle character of the world. And thus did Lycurgus, for chastisement of his fault, make of a wild and passionate young man one of the discreetest citizens of Sparta.
This last law particularly annoyed the wealthy men. They gathered together against Lycurgus, and from harsh words, it escalated to throwing stones, forcing him to flee the marketplace and seek refuge to save his life. Fortunately, he outran everyone except for one young man named Alcander, who, despite being talented, was hot-headed and aggressive. Alcander got so close that when Lycurgus turned to see who was near him, he struck him in the face with his stick, blinding him in one eye. Instead of being intimidated or disheartened by this, Lycurgus stopped and showed his injured face and the sightless eye to his fellow citizens. They were horrified and ashamed by what they saw and turned Alcander over to him for punishment, escorting Lycurgus home and expressing deep concern for what he had suffered. After thanking them for their care, Lycurgus dismissed everyone except Alcander; he took him into his house, where he didn’t scold him or say anything harsh. Instead, he simply told Alcander to join him at the table. The young man, who had a good nature, complied without complaint. Living with Lycurgus, Alcander had the chance to see not just his kindness and calm demeanor but also his remarkable self-control and tireless work ethic. As a result, Alcander transformed from an adversary into one of Lycurgus's most devoted supporters, telling his friends and family that Lycurgus wasn’t the grumpy, unpleasant man they had previously thought, but rather the most gentle and kind person in the world. Through a fitting response to Alcander's offense, Lycurgus turned a wild and passionate young man into one of Sparta’s most sensible citizens.
In memory of this accident, Lycurgus built a temple to Minerva, surnamed Optiletis; optilus being the Doric of these parts for ophthalmus, the eye. Some authors, however, of whom Dioscorides is one (who wrote a treatise on the commonwealth of Sparta), say that he was wounded indeed, but did not lose his eye with the blow; and that he built the temple in gratitude for the cure. Be this as it will, certain it is, that, after this misadventure, the Lacedaemonians made it a rule never to carry so much as a staff into their public assemblies.
In memory of this accident, Lycurgus built a temple dedicated to Minerva, known as Optiletis; "optilus" being the local Doric term for "ophthalmus," or the eye. However, some authors, including Dioscorides (who wrote a treatise on the government of Sparta), claim that he was indeed wounded but did not lose his eye from the blow; they suggest he built the temple in gratitude for his recovery. Regardless of the details, it is clear that after this incident, the Lacedaemonians made it a rule never to bring even a stick into their public assemblies.
But to return to their public repasts;—these had several names in Greek; the Cretans called them andria, because the men only came to them. The Lacedaemonians called them phiditia, that is, by changing l into d, the same as philitia, love feasts, because that, by eating and drinking together, they had opportunity of making friends. Or perhaps from phido, parsimony, because they were so many schools of sobriety; or perhaps the first letter is an addition, and the word at first was editia, from edode, eating. They met by companies of fifteen, more or less, and each of them stood bound to bring in monthly a bushel of meal, eight gallons of wine, five pounds of cheese, two pounds and a half of figs, and some very small sum of money to buy flesh or fish with. Besides this, when any of them made sacrifice to the gods, they always sent a dole to the common hall; and, likewise, when any of them had been a hunting, he sent thither a part of the venison he had killed; for these two occasions were the only excuses allowed for supping at home. The custom of eating together was observed strictly for a great while afterwards; insomuch that king Agis himself, after having vanquished the Athenians, sending for his commons at his return home, because he desired to eat privately with his queen, was refused them by the polemarchs; which refusal when he resented so much as to omit next day the sacrifice due for a war happily ended, they made him pay a fine.
But to go back to their public meals—these had several names in Greek; the Cretans called them andria, because only the men attended. The Lacedaemonians referred to them as phiditia, changing the l to d, similar to philitia, or love feasts, since sharing meals and drinks allowed them to bond. Or maybe it comes from phido, meaning parsimony, as they were like schools of sobriety; or perhaps the first letter was added later, and the word originally was editia, from edode, meaning eating. They gathered in groups of about fifteen, give or take, and each person was required to bring in every month a bushel of meal, eight gallons of wine, five pounds of cheese, two and a half pounds of figs, and a small amount of money to buy meat or fish. Additionally, whenever one of them offered a sacrifice to the gods, they would always send a portion to the common hall; likewise, if someone went hunting, they would contribute some of the game they caught, as these were the only reasons allowed for eating at home. The tradition of dining together was strictly followed for a long time afterwards; so much so that King Agis himself, after defeating the Athenians, called for his men upon his return home because he wanted to have a private meal with his queen, but the polemarchs denied him that request. When he felt so upset about it that he skipped the sacrifice due for a successful war the next day, they made him pay a fine.
They used to send their children to these tables as to schools of temperance; here they were instructed in state affairs by listening to experienced statesmen; here they learnt to converse with pleasantry, to make jests without scurrility, and take them without ill humor. In this point of good breeding, the Lacedaemonians excelled particularly, but if any man were uneasy under it, upon the least hint given there was no more to be said to him. It was customary also for the eldest man in the company to say to each of them, as they came in, “Through this” (pointing to the door), “no words go out.” When any one had a desire to be admitted into any of these little societies; he was to go through the following probation, each man in the company took a little ball of soft bread, which they were to throw into a deep basin, which a waiter carried round upon his head; those that liked the person to be chosen dropped their ball into the basin without altering its figure, and those who disliked him pressed it between their fingers, and made it flat; and this signified as much as a negative voice. And if there were but one of these pieces in the basin, the suitor was rejected, so desirous were they that all the members of the company should be agreeable to each other. The basin was called caddichus, and the rejected candidate had a name thence derived. Their most famous dish was the black broth, which was so much valued that the elderly men fed only upon that, leaving what flesh there was to the younger.
They used to send their kids to these gatherings like schools of good behavior; here they learned about politics by listening to seasoned politicians; here they mastered the art of pleasant conversation, making jokes without being rude, and accepting jokes without getting offended. In this aspect of social skills, the Spartans really stood out, but if anyone felt uncomfortable, even with the slightest indication, there was nothing more to say to them. It was also common for the oldest man in the group to say to each newcomer, “Through this” (pointing to the door), “no words go out.” When someone wanted to join one of these small groups, they had to go through a trial. Each person in the group took a small ball of soft bread and threw it into a deep basin that a waiter carried on his head; those who liked the person to be accepted dropped their bread ball into the basin without changing its shape, while those who didn’t like him pressed it flat with their fingers, which counted as a no vote. If even one bread ball was flat in the basin, the candidate was rejected, as they really wanted all members of the group to get along. The basin was called caddichus, and the rejected candidate got a name derived from it. Their most famous dish was black broth, which was so prized that the older men ate only that, leaving whatever meat there was for the younger ones.
They say that a certain king of Pontus, having heard much of this black broth of theirs, sent for a Lacedaemonian cook on purpose to make him some, but had no sooner tasted it than he found it extremely bad, which the cook observing, told him, “Sir, to make this broth relish, you should have bathed yourself first in the river Eurotas.”
They say that a certain king of Pontus, having heard a lot about their black broth, called for a Spartan cook just to make some for him. But as soon as he tasted it, he found it really terrible. The cook noticed this and told him, “Sir, to make this broth taste good, you should have bathed in the Eurotas river first.”
After drinking moderately, every man went to his home without lights, for the use of them was, on all occasions, forbid, to the end that they might accustom themselves to march boldly in the dark. Such was the common fashion of their meals.
After drinking moderately, each man went home without lights, because using them was always forbidden, so they could get used to walking confidently in the dark. That was the usual way they had their meals.
Lycurgus would never reduce his laws into writing; nay, there is a Rhetra expressly to forbid it. For he thought that the most material points, and such as most directly tended to the public welfare, being imprinted on the hearts of their youth by a good discipline, would be sure to remain, and would find a stronger security, than any compulsion would be, in the principles of action formed in them by their best lawgiver, education. And as for things of lesser importance, as pecuniary contracts, and such like, the forms of which have to be changed as occasion requires, he thought it the best way to prescribe no positive rule or inviolable usage in such cases, willing that their manner and form should be altered according to the circumstances of time, and determinations of men of sound judgment. Every end and object of law and enactment it was his design education should effect.
Lycurgus would never put his laws in writing; in fact, there's a specific Rhetra that forbids it. He believed that the most important principles, which directly contribute to the public good, should be instilled in the hearts of the youth through proper education. This way, they would be more secure and lasting than anything imposed by force. For less important matters, like financial contracts and similar issues, which need to change as situations arise, he thought it best not to set strict rules or unchangeable practices. Instead, he wanted the forms and methods to be adjusted based on the circumstances of the time and the judgment of sensible people. His aim was that education should accomplish every goal and purpose of law and legislation.
One, then, of the Rhetras was, that their laws should not be written; another is particularly leveled against luxury and expensiveness, for by it it was ordained that the ceilings of their houses should only be wrought by the axe, and their gates and doors smoothed only by the saw. Epaminondas’s famous dictum about his own table, that “Treason and a dinner like this do not keep company together,” may be said to have been anticipated by Lycurgus. Luxury and a house of this kind could not well be companions. For a man must have a less than ordinary share of sense that would furnish such plain and common rooms with silver-footed couches and purple coverlets and gold and silver plate. Doubtless he had good reason to think that they would proportion their beds to their houses, and their coverlets to their beds, and the rest of their goods and furniture to these. It is reported that king Leotychides, the first of that name, was so little used to the sight of any other kind of work, that, being entertained at Corinth in a stately room, he was much surprised to see the timber and ceiling so finely carved and paneled, and asked his host whether the trees grew so in his country.
One of the Rhetras was that their laws shouldn't be written down; another specifically targeted luxury and extravagance. It stated that the ceilings of their homes should only be shaped with axes and their gates and doors smoothed with saws. Epaminondas’s famous saying about his own dinner—“Treason and a dinner like this do not go together”—could be seen as a version of what Lycurgus had already established. Luxury and such a simple home were not really compatible. It would take someone lacking common sense to decorate simple, ordinary rooms with silver-footed couches, purple blankets, and gold and silver dishes. He likely believed that people would match their beds to their homes, their blankets to their beds, and all their other belongings to these choices. It's said that King Leotychides, the first of that name, was so unaccustomed to seeing anything different that when he was hosted in a lavish room in Corinth, he was astonished by the finely carved and paneled timber and ceiling, asking his host if the trees grew that way in his country.
A third ordinance or Rhetra was, that they should not make war often, or long, with the same enemy, lest that they should train and instruct them in war, by habituating them to defend themselves. And this is what Agesilaus was much blamed for, a long time after; it being thought, that, by his continual incursions into Boeotia, he made the Thebans a match for the Lacedaemonians; and therefore Antalcidas, seeing him wounded one day, said to him, that he was very well paid for taking such pains to make the Thebans good soldiers, whether they would or no. These laws were called the Rhetras, to intimate that they were divine sanctions and revelations.
A third rule, or Rhetra, was that they should not go to war often or for long with the same enemy, so they wouldn't end up training and teaching them in warfare by getting them used to defending themselves. Agesilaus was criticized for this long after, as people believed that his repeated attacks in Boeotia made the Thebans equal competitors against the Lacedaemonians. One day, when Antalcidas saw him wounded, he told him that he was getting what he deserved for trying so hard to make the Thebans good soldiers, whether they wanted to be or not. These laws were called Rhetras to signify that they were divine commands and revelations.
In order to the good education of their youth (which, as I said before, he thought the most important and noblest work of a lawgiver), he went so far back as to take into consideration their very conception and birth, by regulating their marriages. For Aristotle is wrong in saying, that, after he had tried all ways to reduce the women to more modesty and sobriety, he was at last forced to leave them as they were, because that, in the absence of their husbands, who spent the best part of their lives in the wars, their wives, whom they were obliged to leave absolute mistresses at home, took great liberties and assumed the superiority; and were treated with overmuch respect and called by the title of lady or queen. The truth is, he took in their case, also, all the care that was possible; he ordered the maidens to exercise themselves with wrestling, running, throwing the quoit, and casting the dart, to the end that the fruit they conceived might, in strong and healthy bodies, take firmer root and find better growth, and withal that they, with this greater vigor, might be the more able to undergo the pains of child- bearing. And to the end he might take away their over-great tenderness and fear of exposure to the air, and all acquired womanishness, he ordered that the young women should go naked in the processions, as well as the young men, and dance, too, in that condition, at certain solemn feasts, singing certain songs, whilst the young men stood around, seeing and hearing them. On these occasions, they now and then made, by jests, a befitting reflection upon those who had misbehaved themselves in the wars; and again sang encomiums upon those who had done any gallant action, and by these means inspired the younger sort with an emulation of their glory. Those that were thus commended went away proud, elated, and gratified with their honor among the maidens; and those who were rallied were as sensibly touched with it as if they had been formally reprimanded; and so much the more, because the kings and the elders, as well as the rest of the city, saw and heard all that passed. Nor was there any thing shameful in this nakedness of the young women; modesty attended them, and all wantonness was excluded. It taught them simplicity and a care for good health, and gave them some taste of higher feelings, admitted as they thus were to the field of noble action and glory. Hence it was natural for them to think and speak as Gorgo, for example, the wife of Leonidas, is said to have done, when some foreign lady, as it would seem, told her that the women of Lacedaemon were the only women of the world who could rule men; “With good reason,” she said, “for we are the only women who bring forth men.”
To provide a good education for their youth (which, as I mentioned earlier, he considered the most important and noble task of a lawmaker), he went as far back as regulating marriages to shape their conception and birth. Aristotle is mistaken in asserting that after trying every way to instill modesty and restraint in women, he ultimately had to leave them as they were because their husbands, who spent most of their lives at war, left their wives as absolute rulers at home, leading them to take too many liberties and act superior. They were treated with excessive respect and referred to as ladies or queens. In reality, he took every possible measure with them; he ordered that young women engage in wrestling, running, throwing the discus, and javelin throwing so that their pregnancies could take root in strong and healthy bodies, allowing for better growth and enabling them to endure childbirth. He also aimed to reduce their excessive sensitivity and fear of exposure to the air and eliminate any acquired femininity by instructing the young women to participate naked in processions, just like the young men, and to dance in that state during certain festivals while singing, as the young men looked on and listened. During these events, they sometimes made light-hearted jokes about those who had behaved poorly in battle, while praising those who had performed gallantly, inspiring the younger generation to aspire to their glory. Those who were praised left feeling proud, uplifted, and honored in front of the maidens, while those who were teased felt the impact as if they had been formally scolded, especially since the kings, elders, and the rest of the city witnessed everything that occurred. There was nothing shameful about the young women's nudity; they were accompanied by modesty, and all lewdness was excluded. It taught them simplicity and health consciousness and gave them a taste of higher emotions, allowing them to enter the realm of noble deeds and glory. Hence, it was natural for them to think and speak like Gorgo, the wife of Leonidas, who reportedly replied when a foreign woman claimed that the women of Sparta were the only ones capable of ruling men, “With good reason, for we are the only women who give birth to men.”
These public processions of the maidens, and their appearing naked in their exercises and dancings, were incitements to marriage, operating upon the young with the rigor and certainty, as Plato says, of love, if not of mathematics. But besides all this, to promote it yet more effectually, those who continued bachelors were in a degree disfranchised by law; for they were excluded from the sight of those public processions in which the young men and maidens danced naked, and, in wintertime, the officers compelled them to march naked themselves round the market-place, singing as they went a certain song to their own disgrace, that they justly suffered this punishment for disobeying the laws. Moreover, they were denied that respect and observance which the younger men paid their elders; and no man, for example, found fault with what was said to Dercyllidas, though so eminent a commander; upon whose approach one day, a young man, instead of rising, retained his seat, remarking, “No child of yours will make room for me. “
These public processions of the young women, where they appeared naked during their practices and dances, served as strong encouragements for marriage, influencing the youth with the same certainty as love, if not mathematics, as Plato mentions. Furthermore, to promote this even more effectively, those who remained bachelors faced certain legal penalties; they were barred from witnessing the public processions where young men and women danced naked. During winter, the officials forced them to march naked around the market square, singing a particular song to shame themselves, acknowledging that they rightly suffered this punishment for breaking the laws. Additionally, they were denied the respect and deference that younger men showed to their elders. For instance, no one challenged what was directed at Dercyllidas, despite him being a prominent leader; one day, when he approached, a young man chose to stay seated and remarked, “No child of yours will make room for me.”
In their marriages, the husband carried off his bride by a sort of force; nor were their brides ever small and of tender years, but in their full bloom and ripeness. After this, she who superintended the wedding comes and clips the hair of the bride close round her head, dresses her up in man’s clothes, and leaves her upon a mattress in the dark; afterwards comes the bridegroom, in his every-day clothes, sober and composed, as having supped at the common table, and, entering privately into the room where the bride lies, unties her virgin zone, and takes her to himself; and, after staying some time together, he returns composedly to his own apartment, to sleep as usual with the other young men. And so he continues to do, spending his days, and, indeed, his nights with them, visiting his bride in fear and shame, and with circumspection, when he thought he should not be observed; she, also, on her part, using her wit to help and find favorable opportunities for their meeting, when company was out of the way. In this manner they lived a long time, insomuch that they sometimes had children by their wives before ever they saw their faces by daylight. Their interviews, being thus difficult and rare, served not only for continual exercise of their self-control, but brought them together with their bodies healthy and vigorous, and their affections fresh and lively, unsated and undulled by easy access and long continuance with each other; while their partings were always early enough to leave behind unextinguished in each of them some remainder fire of longing and mutual delight. After guarding marriage with this modesty and reserve, he was equally careful to banish empty and womanish jealousy. For this object, excluding all licentious disorders, he made it, nevertheless, honorable for men to give the use of their wives to those whom they should think fit, that so they might have children by them; ridiculing those in whose opinion such favors are so unfit for participation as to fight and shed blood and go to war about it. Lycurgus allowed a man who was advanced in years and had a young wife to recommend some virtuous and approved young man, that she might have a child by him, who might inherit the good qualities of the father, and be a son to himself. On the other side, an honest man who had love for a married woman upon account of her modesty and the wellfavoredness of her children, might, without formality, beg her company of her husband, that he might raise, as it were, from this plot of good ground, worthy and well-allied children for himself. And, indeed, Lycurgus was of a persuasion that children were not so much the property of their parents as of the whole commonwealth, and, therefore, would not have his citizens begot by the first comers, but by the best men that could be found; the laws of other nations seemed to him very absurd and inconsistent, where people would be so solicitous for their dogs and horses as to exert interest and pay money to procure fine breeding, and yet kept their wives shut up, to be made mothers only by themselves, who might be foolish, infirm, or diseased; as if it were not apparent that children of a bad breed would prove their bad qualities first upon those who kept and were rearing them, and well-born children, in like manner, their good qualities. These regulations, founded on natural and social grounds, were certainly so far from that scandalous liberty which was afterwards charged upon their women, that they knew not what adultery meant. It is told, for instance, of Geradas, a very ancient, Spartan, that, being asked by a stranger what punishment their law had appointed for adulterers, he answered, “There are no adulterers in our country.” “But,” replied the stranger, “suppose there were ?” “Then,” answered he, “the offender would have to give the plaintiff a bull with a neck so long as that he might drink from the top of Taygetus of the Eurotas river below it.” The man, surprised at this, said, “Why, ’tis impossible to find such a bull.” Geradas smilingly replied, “’Tis as possible as to find an adulterer in Sparta.” So much I had to say of their marriages.
In their marriages, the husband would take his bride by force; nor were the brides ever young and delicate, but in their prime and maturity. After this, the woman in charge of the wedding would cut the bride's hair short, dress her in men's clothing, and leave her on a mattress in the dark. Then, the groom would come in his everyday clothes, serious and collected, as if he had just eaten at a communal table, and, quietly entering the room where the bride lay, he would untie her virginity and take her for himself. After spending some time together, he would return calmly to his own quarters to sleep as usual with the other young men. He continued this way, spending his days and nights with them, visiting his bride with fear and shame, trying to be discreet when he thought he wouldn't be noticed. She, for her part, would use her cunning to create opportunities for them to meet when no one else was around. They lived this way for a long time, and sometimes had children with their wives before ever seeing their faces in daylight. Their meetings, being rare and challenging, not only kept their self-control in check but also ensured that their bodies remained healthy and their affections vibrant and passionate, unsatisfied and undulled by easy access and lengthy time together. Their partings were always early enough to leave each of them with a lingering sense of longing and mutual delight. After safeguarding their marriage with this modesty and restraint, the husband was also careful to keep empty and petty jealousy at bay. To that end, while excluding all immoral practices, he made it respectable for men to let their wives bear children with those they deemed suitable, ridiculing those who thought such sharing was so inappropriate that they would fight and shed blood over it. Lycurgus allowed an older man with a young wife to recommend a virtuous and approved young man so she could bear a child who would inherit the father's good traits and be like a son to him. Conversely, an honorable man who loved a married woman because of her modesty and the attractiveness of her children could, without any formalities, request her company from her husband to raise worthy and well-connected children for himself. Indeed, Lycurgus believed that children belonged not solely to their parents but to the entire community; therefore, he didn’t want his citizens to have children by just anyone but by the best men available. He found the laws of other nations absurd and inconsistent, as people would go to great lengths and spend money to ensure fine breeding for their dogs and horses, yet kept their wives confined, making them mothers only by themselves, even if they were foolish, weak, or sickly; as if it weren’t obvious that poorly bred children would show their weaknesses first to those who owned and raised them, and well-bred children would, in turn, showcase their good traits. These rules, based on natural and social principles, were so far from the scandalous behavior later associated with their women that they didn’t even know what adultery meant. For instance, it’s said that Geradas, a very ancient Spartan, when asked by a stranger about the punishment their law prescribed for adulterers, replied, “There are no adulterers in our country.” The stranger asked, “But what if there were?” Geradas answered, “Then the offender would have to give the plaintiff a bull with a neck so long that it could drink from the top of Taygetus while standing by the Eurotas river below.” The surprised man said, “But that’s impossible to find such a bull.” Geradas smiled and replied, “It’s as impossible as finding an adulterer in Sparta.” So much for their marriages.
Nor was it in the power of the father to dispose of the child as he thought fit; he was obliged to carry it before certain triers at a place called Lesche; these were some of the elders of the tribe to which the child belonged; their business it was carefully to view the infant, and, if they found it stout and well made, they gave order for its rearing, and allotted to it one of the nine thousand shares of land above mentioned for its maintenance, but, if they found it puny and ill- shaped, ordered it to be taken to what was called the Apothetae, a sort of chasm under Taygetus; as thinking it neither for the good of the child itself, nor for the public interest, that it should be brought up, if it did not, from the very outset, appear made to be healthy and vigorous. Upon the same account, the women did not bathe the new-born children with water, as is the custom in all other countries, but with wine, to prove the temper and complexion of their bodies; from a notion they had that epileptic and weakly children faint and waste away upon their being thus bathed, while, on the contrary, those of a strong and vigorous habit acquire firmness and get a temper by it, like steel. There was much care and art, too, used by the nurses; they had no swaddling bands; the children grew up free and unconstrained in limb and form, and not dainty and fanciful about their food; not afraid in the dark, or of being left alone; without any peevishness or ill humor or crying. Upon this account, Spartan nurses were often bought up, or hired by people of other countries; and it is recorded that she who suckled Alcibiades was a Spartan; who, however, if fortunate in his nurse, was not so in his preceptor; his guardian, Pericles, as Plato tells us, chose a servant for that office called Zopyrus, no better than any common slave.
The father didn’t have the right to decide the fate of the child as he wished; he had to present it to certain judges at a place called Lesche. These were some of the elders from the child’s tribe. Their job was to carefully examine the infant, and if they found it healthy and well-formed, they ordered its upbringing and assigned it one of the nine thousand portions of land mentioned earlier for its support. However, if they found it weak and deformed, they ordered it to be taken to what was known as the Apothetae, a kind of pit under Taygetus, believing it wouldn’t be beneficial for the child or the community to raise it if it didn’t seem strong and healthy from the start. For the same reason, the women didn’t wash newborns with water, as is common in other places, but with wine, to test the baby's temperament and physical characteristics. They believed that epileptic and frail infants would faint and deteriorate when bathed this way, while strong and healthy ones would become tougher and more resilient, like steel. The nurses also put in a lot of care and effort; they didn’t use swaddling clothes, allowing the children to grow up free and unrestricted in body and form, without being fussy about their food, not afraid of the dark or being left alone, and without tantrums or fussiness. Because of this, Spartan nurses were often sought after or hired by people from other regions. It’s noted that Alcibiades was nursed by a Spartan woman who, while fortunate in her role, was less so in his education; his guardian, Pericles, as Plato tells us, chose a servant named Zopyrus for that job, who was no better than an ordinary slave.
Lycurgus was of another mind; he would not have masters bought out of the market for his young Spartans, nor such as should sell their pains; nor was it lawful, indeed, for the father himself to breed up the children after his own fancy; but as soon as they were seven years old they were to be enrolled in certain companies and classes, where they all lived under the same order and discipline, doing their exercises and taking their play together. Of these, he who showed the most conduct and courage was made captain; they had their eyes always upon him, obeyed his orders, and underwent patiently whatsoever punishment he inflicted; so that the whole course of their education was one continued exercise of a ready and perfect obedience. The old men, too, were spectators of their performances, and often raised quarrels and disputes among them, to have a good opportunity of finding out their different characters, and of seeing which would be valiant, which a coward, when they should come to more dangerous encounters. Reading and writing they gave them, just enough to serve their turn; their chief care was to make them good subjects, and to teach them to endure pain and conquer in battle. To this end, as they grew in years, their discipline was proportionably increased; their heads were close-clipped, they were accustomed to go bare-foot, and for the most part to play naked.
Lycurgus thought differently; he didn’t want his young Spartans to have teachers bought from the market or those who would teach for pay. In fact, it wasn't allowed for fathers to raise their children as they pleased. Once the children turned seven, they were enrolled in specific groups and classes where they all lived under the same rules and discipline, exercising and playing together. Among them, the one who showed the most leadership and bravery was made captain; everyone looked up to him, followed his orders, and endured any punishments he handed down. This way, their education focused on building readiness and perfect obedience. The older men watched their activities and often stirred up fights and disputes among them, wanting to see their different personalities and figure out who was brave and who was cowardly when faced with real danger. They taught them just enough reading and writing to get by, but their main goal was to make them good citizens and to train them to endure pain and prevail in battle. As they grew older, their training became increasingly rigorous; their hair was kept very short, they were used to going barefoot, and they mostly played in the nude.
After they were twelve years old, they were no longer allowed to wear any under-garment; they had one coat to serve them a year; their bodies were hard and dry, with but little acquaintance of baths and unguents; these human indulgences they were allowed only on some few particular days in the year. They lodged together in little bands upon beds made of the rushes which grew by the banks of the river Eurotas, which they were to break off with their hands without a knife; if it were winter, they mingled some thistle-down with their rushes, which it was thought had the property of giving warmth. By the time they were come to this age, there was not any of the more hopeful boys who had not a lover to bear him company. The old men, too, had an eye upon them, coming often to the grounds to hear and see them contend either in wit or strength with one another, and this as seriously and with as much concern as if they were their fathers, their tutors, or their magistrates; so that there scarcely was any time or place without someone present to put them in mind of their duty, and punish them if they had neglected it.
After they turned twelve, they could no longer wear undershirts; they had only one coat to last them the whole year. Their bodies were tough and dry, with little experience of baths and lotions; they were allowed these comforts only on a few specific days each year. They slept in small groups on beds made of rushes found by the Eurotas River, which they had to break off by hand without a knife. In winter, they mixed some thistle-down with the rushes, believed to provide warmth. By this age, every promising boy had a companion. The older men watched them closely, often visiting the grounds to see them compete in wit or strength, treating it with as much seriousness and concern as if they were their fathers, tutors, or magistrates. There was hardly a moment or place without someone reminding them of their duties and punishing them if they neglected them.
Besides all this, there was always one of the best and honestest men in the city appointed to undertake the charge and governance of them; he again arranged them into their several bands, and set over each of them for their captain the most temperate and boldest of those they called Irens, who were usually twenty years old, two years out of the boys; and the eldest of the boys, again, were Mell-Irens, as much as to say, who would shortly be men. This young man, therefore, was their captain when they fought, and their master at home, using them for the offices of his house; sending the oldest of them to fetch wood, and the weaker and less able, to gather salads and herbs, and these they must either go without or steal; which they did by creeping into the gardens, or conveying themselves cunningly and closely into the eating-houses; if they were taken in the fact, they were whipped without mercy, for thieving so ill and awkwardly. They stole, too, all other meat they could lay their hands on, looking out and watching all opportunities, when people were asleep or more careless than usual. If they were caught, they were not only punished with whipping, but hunger, too, being reduced to their ordinary allowance, which was but very slender, and so contrived on purpose, that they might set about to help themselves, and be forced to exercise their energy and address. This was the principal design of their hard fare; there was another not inconsiderable, that they might grow taller; for the vital spirits, not being overburdened and oppressed by too great a quantity of nourishment; which necessarily discharges itself into thickness and breadth, do, by their natural lightness, rise; and the body, giving and yielding because it is pliant, grows in height. The same thing seems, also, to conduce to beauty of shape; a dry and lean habit is a better subject for nature’s configuration, which the gross and over-fed are too heavy to submit to properly. Just as we find that women who take physic whilst they are with child, bear leaner and smaller but better-shaped and prettier children; the material they come of having been more pliable and easily molded. The reason, however, I leave others to determine.
Besides all this, there was always one of the best and most honest men in the city appointed to take charge of them; he organized them into their different groups and assigned the most disciplined and bravest among those they called Irens as captains, who were usually around twenty years old, having been out of the boys’ category for two years. The oldest of the boys were known as Mell-Irens, which meant they would soon be men. This young man was therefore their leader in battle and their supervisor at home, assigning them tasks around the house; sending the oldest ones to gather firewood and the weaker and less capable ones to pick salads and herbs, which they had to either go without or steal. They did this by sneaking into gardens or cleverly slipping into eating places; if they were caught in the act, they were harshly punished with whippings for being such clumsy thieves. They also stole any other food they could find, keeping an eye out for opportunities when people were sleeping or less attentive than usual. If they got caught, they faced not only whipping but also hunger, being reduced to their usual meager rations, which were intentionally minimal to encourage them to fend for themselves and to develop their resourcefulness and skills. This was the main purpose of their harsh diet; another significant reason was to help them grow taller, as their vital energy, not burdened by too much food, would naturally rise; the body would stretch and grow taller as it was flexible and responsive. This approach also seemed to contribute to a more attractive body shape; a lean and fit physique is better for nature's design, whereas those who are overweight and overfed tend to be too heavy to be shaped properly. Similarly, we observe that women who take medicine while pregnant tend to have leaner, smaller, but better-shaped and more attractive children, as the material they originate from is more flexible and easier to mold. The reasoning behind this, however, I leave to others to determine.
To return from whence we have digressed. So seriously did the Lacedaemonian children go about their stealing, that a youth, having stolen a young fox and hid it under his coat, suffered it to tear out his very bowels with its teeth and claws, and died upon the place, rather than let it be seen. What is practiced to this very day in Lacedaemon is enough to gain credit to this story, for I myself have seen several of the youths endure whipping to death at the foot of the altar of Diana surnamed Orthia.
To get back to what we were talking about. The children of Sparta took their stealing so seriously that one boy, after stealing a young fox and hiding it under his coat, let it claw and bite him until he died rather than let anyone see it. The things that still happen today in Sparta support this story, because I've seen several boys endure beatings to the death at the altar of Diana, known as Orthia.
The Iren, or under-master, used to stay a little with them after supper, and one of them he bade to sing a song, to another he put a question which required an advised and deliberate answer; for example, Who was the best man in the city? What he thought of such an action of such a man? They used them thus early to pass a right judgment upon persons and things, and to inform themselves of the abilities or defects of their countrymen. If they had not an answer ready to the question Who was a good or who an ill-reputed citizen, they were looked upon as of a dull and careless disposition, and to have little or no sense of virtue and honor; besides this, they were to give a good reason for what they said, and in as few words and as comprehensive as might be; he that failed of this, or answered not to the purpose, had his thumb bit by his master. Sometimes the Iren did this in the presence of the old men and magistrates, that they might see whether he punished them justly and in due measure or not; and when he did amiss, they would not reprove him before the boys, but, when they were gone, he was called to an account and underwent correction, if he had run far into either of the extremes of indulgence or severity.
The Iren, or under-master, would hang out with them a bit after dinner, and he’d ask one of them to sing a song, while he’d pose a question to another that needed a thoughtful answer; for instance, who was the best person in the city? What did he think about the actions of that person? They trained them early on to judge people and things correctly and to understand the strengths or weaknesses of their fellow citizens. If they didn’t have an answer ready for the question of who was a good or bad citizen, they were viewed as dull and indifferent, lacking a sense of virtue and honor. Additionally, they needed to provide a solid reason for their answers, using as few words as possible while still being clear. Anyone who failed to do this, or who didn’t stay on topic, would get their thumb bitten by their master. Sometimes the Iren would do this in front of the older men and magistrates so they could see if he was punishing them fairly. If he messed up, they wouldn’t correct him in front of the boys; instead, once the boys were gone, he would be held accountable and face consequences if he leaned too much towards being too lenient or too harsh.
Their lovers and favorers, too, had a share in the young boy’s honor or disgrace; and there goes a story that one of them was fined by the magistrates, because the lad whom he loved cried out effeminately as he was fighting. And though this sort of love was so approved among them, that the most virtuous matrons would make professions of it to young girls, yet rivalry did not exist, and if several men’s fancies met in one person, it was rather the beginning of an intimate friendship, whilst they all jointly conspired to render the object of their affection as accomplished as possible.
Their lovers and supporters also had a stake in the young boy’s reputation, whether good or bad; there's a story that one of them got fined by the magistrates because the boy he loved shouted in a feminine way while fighting. Even though this kind of love was widely accepted among them, so much so that the most virtuous women would openly express it to young girls, rivalry was absent. When multiple men were attracted to the same person, it usually led to a close friendship, as they all worked together to help the person they liked become as accomplished as possible.
They taught them, also, to speak with a natural and graceful raillery, and to comprehend much matter of thought in few words. For Lycurgus, who ordered, as we saw, that a great piece of money should be but of an inconsiderable value, on the contrary would allow no discourse to be current which did not contain in few words a great deal of useful and curious sense; children in Sparta, by a habit of long silence, came to give just and sententious answers; for, indeed, as loose and incontinent livers are seldom fathers of many children, so loose and incontinent talkers seldom originate many sensible words. King Agis, when some Athenian laughed at their short swords, and said that the jugglers on the stage swallowed them with ease, answered him, “We find them long enough to reach our enemies with;” and as their swords were short and sharp, so, it seems to me, were their sayings. They reach the point and arrest the attention of the hearers better than any. Lycurgus himself seems to have been short and sententious, if we may trust the anecdotes of him; as appears by his answer to one who by all means would set up democracy in Lacedaemon. “Begin, friend,” said he, “and set it up in your family.” Another asked him why he allowed of such mean and trivial sacrifices to the gods. He replied, “That we may always have something to offer to them.” Being asked what sort of martial exercises or combats he approved of, he answered, “All sorts, except that in which you stretch out your hands.” Similar answers, addressed to his countrymen by letter, are ascribed to him; as, being consulted how they might best oppose an invasion of their enemies, he returned this answer, “By continuing poor, and not coveting each man to be greater than his fellow.” Being consulted again whether it were requisite to enclose the city with a wall, he sent them word, “The city is well fortified which hath a wall of men instead of brick.” But whether these letters are counterfeit or not is not easy to determine.
They also taught them to communicate with a natural and graceful wit, and to express deep thoughts in just a few words. Lycurgus, who mandated that a significant coin should have little value, wanted no conversation to be popular unless it conveyed a lot of useful and intriguing insight in a few words. Children in Sparta, through a practice of long silence, learned to give thoughtful and concise responses; indeed, just as those who lead indulgent lifestyles often have few children, those who chatter aimlessly rarely come up with meaningful words. King Agis, when an Athenian mocked their short swords by saying that stage performers swallowed them easily, replied, “We find them long enough to reach our enemies;” and just as their swords were short and sharp, so were their sayings. They hit the mark and capture the attention of listeners better than anything else. Lycurgus himself also seemed to be brief and to the point, if we can believe the stories about him, as shown by his response to someone who wanted to establish democracy in Lacedaemon: “Start, my friend, and set it up in your family.” When another person asked him why he allowed such simple sacrifices to the gods, he answered, “So we always have something to offer them.” When asked what types of martial exercises or fights he supported, he said, “All kinds, except those where you stretch out your hands.” Similar brief replies, communicated to his fellow citizens in letters, are attributed to him; for example, when he was asked how they could best resist an invasion by their enemies, he replied, “By staying poor and not wanting anyone to be greater than the rest.” When asked again whether it was necessary to surround the city with a wall, he replied, “The city is well fortified which has a wall of men instead of brick.” However, whether these letters are genuine or forgeries is hard to determine.
Of their dislike to talkativeness, the following apothegms are evidence. King Leonidas said to one who held him in discourse upon some useful matter, but not in due time and place, “Much to the purpose, Sir, elsewhere.” King Charilaus, the nephew of Lycurgus, being asked why his uncle had made so few laws, answered, “Men of few words require but few laws.” When one blamed Hecataeus the sophist because that, being invited to the public table, he had not spoken one word all supper-time, Archidamidas answered in his vindication, “He who knows how to speak, knows also when. “
Their dislike of talkativeness is evidenced by the following sayings. King Leonidas told someone who was discussing a useful topic, but not at the right time and place, “That’s a good point, Sir, but let’s talk about it somewhere else.” King Charilaus, the nephew of Lycurgus, was asked why his uncle had created so few laws and replied, “People who say little need only a few laws.” When someone criticized Hecataeus the sophist for not saying a word during a public dinner, Archidamidas defended him, saying, “A person who knows how to speak also knows when to speak.”
The sharp and yet not ungraceful retorts which I mentioned may be instanced as follows. Demaratus, being asked in a troublesome manner by an importunate fellow, Who was the best man in Lacedaemon? answered at last, “He, Sir, that is the least like you.” Some, in company where Agis was, much extolled the Eleans for their just and honorable management of the Olympic tames; “Indeed,” said Agis, “they are highly to be commended if they can do justice one day in five years.” Theopompus answered a stranger who talked much of his affection to the Lacedaemonians, and said that his countrymen called him Philolacon (a lover of the Lacedaemonians), that it had been more for his honor if they had called him Philopolites (a lover of his own countrymen). And Plistoanax, the son of Pausanias, when an orator of Athens said the Lacedaemonians had no learning, told him, “You say true, Sir; we alone of all the Greeks have learned none of your bad qualities.” One asked Archidamidas what number there might, be of the Spartans; he answered, “Enough, Sir, to keep out wicked men.”
The sharp yet graceful comebacks I mentioned can be illustrated as follows. Demaratus, when asked in an annoying way by a persistent guy who the best man in Lacedaemon was, finally replied, “He, sir, who is least like you.” Some people in the company of Agis praised the Eleans for their fair and honorable management of the Olympic Games; “Indeed,” Agis said, “they deserve praise if they can do justice one day every five years.” Theopompus responded to a stranger who talked a lot about his love for the Lacedaemonians, saying that his countrymen called him Philolacon (a lover of the Lacedaemonians), that it would have been more honorable if they had called him Philopolites (a lover of his own countrymen). And Plistoanax, the son of Pausanias, when an Athenian speaker claimed that the Lacedaemonians had no education, replied, “You’re right, sir; we alone among all the Greeks haven’t learned any of your bad traits.” One person asked Archidamidas how many Spartans there were, and he answered, “Enough, sir, to keep out wicked men.”
We may see their character, too, in their very jests. For they did not throw them out at random, but the very wit of them was grounded upon something or other worth thinking about. For instance, one, being asked to go hear a man who exactly counterfeited the voice of a nightingale, answered, “Sir, I have heard the nightingale itself.” Another, having read the following inscription upon a tomb,
We can also see their character in their jokes. They didn’t make jokes just for the sake of it; their humor was based on something worth considering. For example, when asked to go listen to a guy who perfectly mimicked a nightingale, one person replied, “Sir, I have heard the nightingale itself.” Another, after reading the following inscription on a tomb,
Seeking to quench a cruel tyranny,
They, at Selinus, did in battle die,
Seeking to end a harsh tyranny,
They, at Selinus, died in battle,
said, it served them right; for instead of trying to quench the tyranny they should have let it burn out. A lad, being offered some game-cocks that would die upon the spot, said that he cared not for cocks that would die, but for such that would live and kill others. Another, seeing people easing themselves on seats, said, “God forbid I should sit where I could not get up to salute my elders.” In short, their answers were so sententious and pertinent, that one said well that intellectual much more truly than athletic exercise was the Spartan characteristic.
said, it was what they deserved; because instead of trying to stifle the oppression, they should have let it fade away. A boy, being offered some gamecocks that would die immediately, said he wasn’t interested in cocks that died, but in those that would live and defeat others. Another, noticing people sitting down, said, “God forbid I should sit where I couldn’t get up to greet my elders.” In short, their responses were so meaningful and relevant that one remarked that intellectual exercise was much more genuinely the Spartan trait than athletic exercise.
Nor was their instruction in music and verse less carefully attended to than their habits of grace and good breeding in conversation. And their very songs had a life and spirit in them that inflamed and possessed men’s minds with an enthusiasm and ardor for action; the style of them was plain and without affectation; the subject always serious and moral; most usually, it was in praise of such men as had died in defense of their country, or in derision of those that had been cowards; the former they declared happy and glorified; the life of the latter they described as most miserable and abject. There were also vaunts of what they would do, and boasts of what they had done, varying with the various ages, as, for example, they had three choirs in their solemn festivals, the first of the old men, the second of the young men, and the last of the children; the old men began thus:
Their instruction in music and poetry was just as carefully managed as their social etiquette and conversation skills. The songs they sang were vibrant and full of life, igniting passion and enthusiasm for action in people's minds; they were straightforward and genuine, focusing on serious and moral themes. Typically, the subjects praised those who had died defending their country or mocked those who had been cowards; they celebrated the former as fortunate and glorified them, while portraying the lives of the latter as wretched and lowly. They also boasted about what they had achieved and what they intended to do, with variations depending on the different ages. For instance, during their grand festivals, they had three choirs: one made up of elderly men, another of young men, and the last of children; the elderly men began with:
We once were young, and brave and strong;
We used to be young, brave, and strong;
the young men answered them, singing,
the young men responded, singing,
And we’re so now, come on and try;
And we’re so ready now, come on and give it a shot;
the children came last and said,
the kids arrived last and said,
But we’ll be strongest by and by.
But we’ll be stronger in time.
Indeed, if we will take the pains to consider their compositions, some of which were still extant in our days, and the airs on the flute to which they marched when going to battle, we shall find that Terpander and Pindar had reason to say that music and valor were allied. The first says of Lacedaemon—
Indeed, if we take the time to consider their works, some of which still exist today, and the tunes played on the flute that accompanied them as they went into battle, we will see that Terpander and Pindar were right to say that music and courage are connected. The first talks about Lacedaemon—
The spear and song in her do meet,
And Justice walks about her street;
The spear and the song come together in her,
And Justice roams her street;
and Pindar—
and Pindar—
Councils of wise elders here,
And the young men’s conquering spear,
And dance, and song, and joy appear;
Councils of wise elders here,
And the young men’s conquering spear,
And dance, and song, and joy show up;
both describing the Spartans as no less musical than warlike; in the words of one of their own poets—
both describing the Spartans as equally skilled in music as they were in battle; in the words of one of their own poets—
With the iron stern and sharp
Comes the playing on the harp.
With the strong iron back and pointed
Comes the music from the harp.
For, indeed, before they engaged in battle, the king first did sacrifice to the Muses, in all likelihood to put them in mind of the manner of their education, and of the judgment that would be passed upon their actions, and thereby to animate them to the performance of exploits that should deserve a record. At such times, too, the Lacedaemonians abated a little the severity of their manners in favor of their young men, suffering them to curl and adorn their hair, and to have costly arms, and fine clothes; and were well pleased to see them, like proud horses, neighing and pressing to the course. And therefore, as soon as they came to be well-grown, they took a great deal of care of their hair, to have it parted and trimmed, especially against a day of battle, pursuant to a saying recorded of their lawgiver, that a large head of hair added beauty to a good face, and terror to an ugly one.
Before they went into battle, the king would first make a sacrifice to the Muses, likely to remind them of their training and the judgment that would be placed on their actions, inspiring them to achieve feats worthy of being remembered. During these times, the Lacedaemonians relaxed their strict customs a bit for their young men, allowing them to style and decorate their hair, wear fancy armor, and dress in fine clothes; they were pleased to see them, like proud horses, eager and ready to race. So, as soon as they grew up, they took great care of their hair, ensuring it was parted and trimmed, especially in preparation for battle, following a saying from their lawgiver that having a full head of hair added beauty to a handsome face and intimidation to an unattractive one.
When they were in the field, their exercises were generally more moderate, their fare not so hard, nor so strict a hand held over them by their officers, so that they were the only people in the world to whom war gave repose. When their army was drawn up in battle array and the enemy near, the king sacrificed a goat, commanded the soldiers to set their garlands upon their heads, and the pipers to play the tune of the hymn to Castor, and himself began the paean of advance. It was at once a magnificent and a terrible sight to see them march on to the tune of their flutes, without any disorder in their ranks, any discomposure in their minds or change in their countenance, calmly and cheerfully moving with the music to the deadly fight. Men, in this temper, were not likely to be possessed with fear or any transport of fury, but with the deliberate valor of hope and assurance, as if some divinity were attending and conducting them. The king had always about his person some one who had been crowned in the Olympic games; and upon this account a Lacedaemonian is said to have refused a considerable present, which was offered to him upon condition that he would not come into the lists; and when he had with much to-do thrown his antagonist, some of the spectators saying to him, “And now, Sir Lacedaemonian, what are you the better for your victory?” he answered smiling, “I shall fight next the king.” After they had routed an enemy, they pursued him till they were well assured of the victory, and then they sounded a retreat, thinking it base and unworthy of a Grecian people to cut men in pieces, who had given up and abandoned all resistance. This manner of dealing with their enemies did not only show magnanimity, but was politic too; for, knowing that they killed only those who made resistance, and gave quarter to the rest, men generally thought it their best way to consult their safety by flight.
When they were in the field, their exercises were usually more relaxed, their meals not so tough, and their officers weren’t so strict, making them the only ones who found peace in war. When their army was lined up for battle and the enemy was close, the king sacrificed a goat, told the soldiers to place their garlands on their heads, and instructed the pipers to play the hymn to Castor, while he himself led the advance chant. It was both a magnificent and terrifying sight to see them march to the sound of flutes, with no disorder in their ranks, no anxiety in their minds, or change in their expressions, moving calmly and cheerfully to music toward the deadly fight. Men in this mindset were unlikely to be filled with fear or wild fury but rather with the steady courage of hope and certainty, as if a divine presence was guiding them. The king always kept someone around him who had been crowned in the Olympic games; that’s why a Lacedaemonian is said to have turned down a significant gift offered on the condition that he wouldn’t compete. After he overcame his opponent with great effort, some spectators asked him, “So, Sir Lacedaemonian, what do you gain from your victory?” He smiled and replied, “I’ll fight next to the king.” After defeating an enemy, they pursued them until they were sure of their victory, then they sounded a retreat, believing it was dishonorable for a Greek people to kill those who had surrendered and stopped fighting. This approach not only demonstrated nobility but was strategic, as they knew they only killed those who resisted, leading many to think their best option for safety was to flee.
Hippias the sophist says that Lycurgus himself was a great soldier and an experienced commander. Philostephanus attributes to him the first division of the cavalry into troops of fifties in a square body; but Demetrius the Phalerian says quite the contrary, and that he made all his laws in a continued peace. And, indeed, the Olympic holy truce, or cessation of arms, that was procured by his means and management, inclines me to think him a kind-natured man, and one that loved quietness and peace. Notwithstanding all this, Hermippus tells us that he had no hand in the ordinance; that Iphitus made it, and Lycurgus came only as a spectator, and that by mere accident too. Being there, he heard as it were a man’s voice behind him, blaming and wondering at him that he did not encourage his countrymen to resort to the assembly, and, turning about and seeing no man, concluded that it was a voice from heaven, and upon this immediately went to Iphitus, and assisted him in ordering the ceremonies of that feast, which, by his means, were better established, and with more repute than before.
Hippias the sophist says that Lycurgus was a great soldier and an experienced commander. Philostephanus claims that he was the first to organize the cavalry into troops of fifty in a square formation; however, Demetrius of Phalerum argues the opposite, saying that Lycurgus created all his laws during a time of peace. The Olympic holy truce, or pause in fighting, which he helped establish, leads me to believe he was a kind-hearted person who valued tranquility and peace. Despite all this, Hermippus tells us that he played no role in the ordinance; it was Iphitus who created it, and Lycurgus was merely a spectator by chance. While he was there, he heard what sounded like a voice behind him, criticizing and wondering why he wasn’t encouraging his fellow citizens to attend the assembly. When he turned around and saw no one, he concluded that it was a divine voice, and immediately went to Iphitus to help him arrange the ceremonies for the festival, which, thanks to his efforts, were better organized and more esteemed than before.
To return to the Lacedaemonians. Their discipline continued still after they were full-grown men. No one was allowed to live after his own fancy; but the city was a sort of camp, in which every man had his share of provisions and business set out, and looked upon himself not so much born to serve his own ends as the interest of his country. Therefore, if they were commanded nothing else, they went to see the boys perform their exercises, to teach them something useful, or to learn it themselves of those who knew better. And, indeed, one of the greatest and highest blessings Lycurgus procured his people was the abundance of leisure, which proceeded from his forbidding to them the exercise of any mean and mechanical trade. Of the money-making that depends on troublesome going about and seeing people and doing business, they had no need at all in a state where wealth obtained no honor or respect. The Helots tilled their ground for them, and paid them yearly in kind the appointed quantity, without any trouble of theirs. To this purpose there goes a story of a Lacedaemonian who, happening to be at Athens when the courts were sitting, was told of a citizen that had been fined for living an idle life, and was being escorted home in much distress of mind by his condoling friends; the Lacedaemonian was much surprised at it, and desired his friend to show him the man who was condemned for living like a freeman. So much beneath them did they esteem the frivolous devotion of time and attention to the mechanical arts and to money-making.
To go back to the Spartans. Their discipline lasted even after they became adults. No one was allowed to live just for themselves; the city functioned like a camp where everyone had their share of supplies and responsibilities, seeing themselves not just as individuals but as part of something greater for their country. So, if they weren’t given any other orders, they went to watch the boys practice their exercises, to teach them something useful, or to learn it themselves from those who were more knowledgeable. In fact, one of the biggest gifts Lycurgus gave his people was the abundance of free time, which came from his banning of any lowly or manual jobs. They had no need for the hassle of making money through running around, meeting people, and conducting business in a society where wealth didn’t bring honor or respect. The Helots farmed their land for them and provided their annual share without any effort on their part. There’s a story about a Spartan who happened to be in Athens while the courts were in session. He heard about a citizen who had been fined for being idle and was being escorted home, upset, by sympathetic friends. The Spartan was very surprised and asked his friend to show him the man who was punished for living like a free person. They looked down on the trivial dedication of time and attention to manual labor and making money.
It need not be said, that, upon the prohibition of gold and silver, all lawsuits immediately ceased, for there was now neither avarice nor poverty amongst them, but equality, where every one’s wants were supplied, and independence, because those wants were so small. All their time, except when they were in the field, was taken up by the choral dances and the festivals, in hunting, and in attendance on the exercise-grounds and the places of public conversation. Those who were under thirty years of age were not allowed to go into the marketplace, but had the necessaries of their family supplied by the care of their relations and lovers; nor was it for the credit of elderly men to be seen too often in the marketplace; it was esteemed more suitable for them to frequent the exercise-grounds and places of conversation, where they spent their leisure rationally in conversation, not on money-making and market-prices, but for the most part in passing judgment on some action worth considering; extolling the good, and censuring those who were otherwise, and that in a light and sportive manner, conveying, without too much gravity, lessons of advice and improvement. Nor was Lycurgus himself unduly austere; it was he who dedicated, says Sosibius, the little statue of Laughter. Mirth, introduced seasonably at their suppers and places of common entertainment, was to serve as a sort of sweetmeat to accompany their strict and hard life. To conclude, he bred up his citizens in such a way that they neither would nor could live by themselves; they were to make themselves one with the public good, and, clustering like bees around their commander, be by their zeal and public spirit carried all but out of themselves, and devoted wholly to their country. What their sentiments were will better appear by a few of their sayings. Paedaretus, not being admitted into the list of the three hundred, returned home with a joyful face, well pleased to find that there were in Sparta three hundred better men than himself. And Polycratidas, being sent with some others ambassador to the lieutenants of the king of Persia, being asked by them whether they came in a private or in a public character, answered, “In a public, if we succeed; if not, in a private character.” Argileonis, asking some who came from Amphipolis if her son Brasidas died courageously and as became a Spartan, on their beginning to praise him to a high degree, and saying there was not such another left in Sparta, answered, “Do not say so; Brasidas was a good and brave man, but there are in Sparta many better than he.”
It goes without saying that once gold and silver were banned, all lawsuits stopped immediately, as there was no greed or poverty among them—just equality, where everyone’s needs were met, and independence, since those needs were minimal. Besides farming, their time was filled with dance performances and festivals, hunting, and spending time at exercise areas and public discussion spots. People under thirty weren’t allowed in the marketplace; their families and lovers provided for their needs. Older men were also expected to avoid the marketplace too often; it was more fitting for them to visit exercise areas and discussion spots, where they spent their free time engaging in thoughtful conversation, not in making money or worrying about market prices, but mostly discussing worthy actions—praising the good and criticizing the bad, all in a lighthearted manner, sharing advice and lessons without being too serious. Lycurgus himself wasn't overly strict; he’s the one who, according to Sosibius, dedicated the little statue of Laughter. Laughter, introduced at their dinners and communal gatherings, was meant to be a treat to lighten their strict and tough lives. In the end, he raised his citizens in such a way that they wouldn’t and couldn’t live for themselves; they were to unite with the common good, gathering like bees around their leader, driven by their enthusiasm and public spirit to devote themselves entirely to their country. Their sentiments can be seen in a few sayings. Paedaretus, who wasn’t chosen for the list of the three hundred, came home smiling, pleased to know that there were three hundred better men than him in Sparta. And when Polycratidas and others were sent as ambassadors to the Persian king's lieutenants, and they asked whether they were there in a private or public capacity, he replied, “Public, if we succeed; if not, then private.” Argileonis, asking some people from Amphipolis if her son Brasidas had died courageously as a Spartan should, and hearing them praise him highly and declare there was no one like him in Sparta, responded, “Don’t say that; Brasidas was a good and brave man, but there are many better than he in Sparta.”
The senate, as I said before, consisted of those who were Lycurgus’s chief aiders and assistants in his plans. The vacancies he ordered to be supplied out of the best and most deserving men past sixty years old; and we need not wonder if there was much striving for it; for what more glorious competition could there be amongst men, than one in which it was not contested who was swiftest among the swift or strongest of the strong, but who of many wise and good was wisest and best, and fittest to be entrusted for ever after, as the reward of his merits, with the supreme authority of the commonwealth, and with power over the lives, franchises, and highest interests of all his countrymen? The manner of their election was as follows: the people being called together, some selected persons were locked up in a room near the place of election, so contrived that they could neither see nor be seen, but could only hear the noise of the assembly without; for they decided this, as most other affairs of moment, by the shouts of the people. This done, the competitors were not brought in and presented all together, but one after another by lot, and passed in order through the assembly without speaking a word. Those who were locked up had writing-tables with them, in which they recorded and marked each shout by its loudness, without knowing in favor of which candidate each of them was made, but merely that they came first, second, third, and so forth. He who was found to have the most and loudest acclamations was declared senator duly elected. Upon this he had a garland set upon his head, and went in procession to all the temples to give thanks to the gods; a great number of young men followed him with applauses, and women, also, singing verses in his honor, and extolling the virtue and happiness of his life. As he went round the city in this manner, each of his relations and friends set a table before him, saying, “The city honors you with this banquet;” but he, instead of accepting, passed round to the common table where he formerly used to eat; and was served as before, excepting that now he had a second allowance, which he took and put by. By the time supper was ended, the women who were of kin to him had come about the door; and he, beckoning to her whom he most esteemed, presented to her the portion he had saved, saying, that it had been a mark of esteem to him, and was so now to her; upon which she was triumphantly waited upon home by the women.
The senate, as I mentioned before, was made up of Lycurgus's main supporters and helpers in his plans. He arranged for the open positions to be filled by the best and most deserving men over sixty years old; it’s no surprise that there was a lot of competition for this, because what could be more glorious than a contest not about who is the fastest or strongest, but about who among many wise and good men is the wisest and best, and most deserving of the ultimate authority in the community, with power over the lives, rights, and best interests of all his fellow citizens? The election process was as follows: the people were called together, and some chosen individuals were locked in a room near the voting area, designed so they couldn't see or be seen, but could only hear the noise of the crowd outside; because they made their decisions, like most other important matters, based on the cheers of the people. After this, the candidates weren’t brought in all at once, but one by one, chosen by lot, and they passed through the assembly without saying a word. Those who were locked up had writing tablets to record and note each shout by how loud it was, without knowing which candidate it was for, just tracking them as first, second, third, and so on. The person who received the most and loudest cheers was officially declared a senator. Following this, he was crowned with a garland and went in a procession to all the temples to thank the gods; a large number of young men followed him, cheering, while women sang praises about him, celebrating his virtue and happiness. As he made his way around the city, each of his relatives and friends set up a table in front of him, saying, "The city honors you with this feast;" but instead of accepting, he went to the community table where he used to eat, and was served as before, except that now he received a second serving, which he saved. By the time dinner was over, the women related to him had gathered around the door; and he, signaling to the one he valued most, offered her the portion he had kept, saying it was a sign of esteem for him, and now for her; upon which she was joyfully escorted home by the other women.
Touching burials, Lycurgus made very wise regulations; for, first of all, to cut of all superstition, he allowed them to bury their dead within the city, and even round about their temples, to the end that their youth might be accustomed to such spectacles, and not be afraid to see a dead body, or imagine that to touch a corpse or to tread upon a grave would defile a man. In the next place, he commanded them to put nothing into the ground with them, except, if they pleased, a few olive leaves, and the scarlet cloth that they were wrapped in. He would not suffer the names to be inscribed, except only of men who fell in the wars, or women who died in a sacred office. The time, too, appointed for mourning, was very short, eleven days; on the twelfth, they were to do sacrifice to Ceres, and leave it off; so that we may see, that as he cut off all superfluity, so in things necessary there was nothing so small and trivial which did not express some homage of virtue or scorn of vice. He filled Lacedaemon all through with proofs and examples of good conduct; with the constant sight of which from their youth up, the people would hardly fail to be gradually formed and advanced in virtue.
When it came to burials, Lycurgus set up some very smart rules. First, to eliminate any superstitions, he allowed people to bury their dead within the city and even near their temples, so that the youth would become accustomed to seeing dead bodies and wouldn’t be afraid of them, nor think that touching a corpse or stepping on a grave would make them unclean. Next, he instructed them to bury only a few olive leaves and the scarlet cloth they were wrapped in, with nothing else. He didn’t allow names to be inscribed except for those of men who died in battle or women who had served in a sacred role. The period for mourning was also kept short, just eleven days; on the twelfth day, they were to make a sacrifice to Ceres and move on. This shows that while he eliminated all excess, even the smallest necessities served to honor virtue or dismiss vice. He filled Lacedaemon with examples of good behavior, so that the constant exposure to these examples from a young age would help the people gradually grow in virtue.
And this was the reason why he forbade them to travel abroad, and go about acquainting themselves with foreign rules of morality, the habits of ill-educated people, and different views of government. Withal he banished from Lacedaemon all strangers who could not give a very good reason for their coming thither; not because he was afraid lest they should inform themselves of and imitate his manner of government (as Thucydides says), or learn any thing to their good; but rather lest they should introduce something contrary to good manners. With strange people, strange words must be admitted; these novelties produce novelties in thought; and on these follow views and feelings whose discordant character destroys the harmony of the state. He was as careful to save his city from the infection of foreign bad habits, as men usually are to prevent the introduction of a pestilence.
And this was why he prohibited them from traveling abroad and getting to know foreign moral rules, the habits of poorly educated people, and different perspectives on government. He also expelled from Lacedaemon all outsiders who couldn’t provide a solid reason for their visit; not because he feared they would learn about or mimic his way of governing (as Thucydides points out), or gain any benefit from it, but rather because he was worried they would bring in something that contradicted good manners. With unfamiliar people come unfamiliar words; these new ideas can create changes in thought, leading to views and feelings that disrupt the harmony of the state. He was just as diligent in protecting his city from the spread of foreign bad habits as people usually are in preventing the outbreak of a disease.
Hitherto I, for my part, see no sign of injustice or want of equity in the laws of Lycurgus, though some who admit them to be well contrived to make good soldiers, pronounce them defective in point of justice. The Cryptia, perhaps (if it were one of Lycurgus’s ordinances, as Aristotle says it was), Gave both him and Plato, too, this opinion alike of the lawgiver and his government. By this ordinance, the magistrates dispatched privately some of the ablest of the young men into the country, from time to time, armed only with their daggers, and taking a little necessary provision with them; in the daytime, they hid themselves in out-of-the-way places, and there lay close, but, in the night, issued out into the highways, and killed all the Helots they could light upon; sometimes they set upon them by day, as they were at work in the fields, and murdered them. As, also, Thucydides, in his history of the Peloponnesian war, tells us, that a good number of them, after being singled out for their bravery by the Spartans, garlanded, as enfranchised persons, and led about to all the temples in token of honors, shortly after disappeared all of a sudden, being about the number of two thousand; and no man either then or since could give an account how they came by their deaths. And Aristotle, in particular, adds, that the ephori, so soon as they were entered into their office, used to declare war against them, that they might be massacred without a breach of religion. It is confessed, on all hands, that the Spartans dealt with them very hardly; for it was a common thing to force them to drink to excess, and to lead them in that condition into their public halls, that the children might see what a sight a drunken man is; they made them to dance low dances, and sing ridiculous songs, forbidding them expressly to meddle with any of a better kind. And, accordingly, when the Thebans made their invasion into Laconia, and took a great number of the Helots, they could by no means persuade them to sing the verses of Terpander, Alcman, or Spendon, “For,” said they, “the masters do not like it.” So that it was truly observed by one, that in Sparta he who was free was most so, and he that was a slave there, the greatest slave in the world. For my part, I am of opinion that these outrages and cruelties began to be exercised in Sparta at a later time, especially after the great earthquake, when the Helots made a general insurrection, and, joining with the Messenians, laid the country waste, and brought the greatest danger upon the city. For I cannot persuade myself to ascribe to Lycurgus so wicked and barbarous a course, judging of him from the gentleness of his disposition and justice upon all other occasions; to which the oracle also testified.
Until now, I personally don't see any signs of injustice or lack of fairness in the laws of Lycurgus, although some people who acknowledge that these laws effectively create good soldiers claim they fall short in terms of justice. The Cryptia, perhaps (if it was indeed one of Lycurgus’s rules, as Aristotle suggests), influenced both him and Plato to have a similar view of the lawmaker and his governance. According to this rule, the magistrates secretly sent some of the toughest young men into the countryside from time to time, armed only with daggers and a bit of necessary food. During the day, they hid in remote spots, lying low, but at night, they would come out onto the roads and kill any Helots they encountered; sometimes they attacked them during the day while they were working in the fields and murdered them. Additionally, Thucydides, in his history of the Peloponnesian War, mentions that a significant number of Helots who were recognized for their bravery by the Spartans, decorated as freed individuals, and paraded around to various temples as a sign of honor, suddenly disappeared — about two thousand of them — and no one could explain what happened to them. Aristotle specifically adds that the ephori, as soon as they took office, would declare war on the Helots so that they could be killed without violating any religious laws. It's widely acknowledged that the Spartans treated them very harshly; it was common to force them to drink excessively and then bring them into public spaces so the children could see what a drunken person looks like. They made the Helots perform low-class dances and sing silly songs, explicitly forbidding them from engaging in anything of a better nature. Consequently, when the Thebans invaded Laconia and captured a large number of Helots, they couldn't be convinced to sing the verses of Terpander, Alcman, or Spendon, saying, “Our masters don’t like that.” It was rightly noted by someone that in Sparta, the free person was the most free, while the slave was the greatest slave in the world. Personally, I believe that these abuses and cruel acts began to take place in Sparta later on, especially after the major earthquake when the Helots revolted and teamed up with the Messenians, devastating the land and bringing the city to the brink of disaster. I can't bring myself to attribute such a wicked and barbaric practice to Lycurgus, judging him by his generally gentle nature and sense of justice in other matters, which the oracle also supported.
When he perceived that his more important institutions had taken root in the minds of his countrymen, that custom had rendered them familiar and easy, that his commonwealth was now grown up and able to go alone, then, as, Plato somewhere tells us, the Maker of the world, when first he saw it existing and beginning its motion, felt joy, even so Lycurgus, viewing with joy and satisfaction the greatness and beauty of his political structure, now fairly at work and in motion, conceived the thought to make it immortal too, and, as far as human forecast could reach, to deliver it down unchangeable to posterity. He called an extraordinary assembly of all the people, and told them that he now thought every thing reasonably well established, both for the happiness and the virtue of the state; but that there was one thing still behind, of the greatest importance, which he thought not fit to impart until he had consulted the oracle; in the meantime, his desire was that they would observe the laws without any the least alteration until his return, and then he would do as the god should direct him. They all consented readily, and bade him hasten his journey; but, before he departed, he administered an oath to the two kings, the senate, and the whole commons, to abide by and maintain the established form of polity until Lycurgus should be come back. This done, he set out for Delphi, and, having sacrificed to Apollo, asked him whether the laws he had established were good, and sufficient for a people’s happiness and virtue. The oracle answered that the laws were excellent, and that the people, while it observed them, should live in the height of renown. Lycurgus took the oracle in writing, and sent it over to Sparta; and, having sacrificed the second time to Apollo, and taken leave of his friends and his son, he resolved that the Spartans should not be released from the oath they had taken, and that he would, of his own act, close his life where he was. He was now about that age in which life was still tolerable, and yet might be quitted without regret. Every thing, moreover, about him was in a sufficiently prosperous condition. He, therefore, made an end of himself by a total abstinence from food; thinking it a statesman’s duty to make his very death, if possible, an act of service to the state, and even in the end of his life to give some example of virtue and effect some useful purpose. He would, on the one hand, crown and consummate his own happiness by a death suitable to so honorable a life, and, on the other, would secure to his countrymen the enjoyment of the advantages he had spent his life in obtaining for them, since they had solemnly sworn the maintenance of his institutions until his return. Nor was he deceived in his expectations, for the city of Lacedaemon continued the chief city of all Greece for the space of five hundred years, in strict observance of Lycurgus’s laws; in all which time there was no manner of alteration made, during the reign of fourteen kings, down to the time of Agis, the son of Archidamus. For the new creation of the ephori, though thought to be in favor of the people, was so far from diminishing, that it very much heightened, the aristocratical character of the government.
When he realized that his most important institutions had taken root in the minds of his fellow citizens, that tradition had made them familiar and straightforward, and that his commonwealth had matured and was capable of standing on its own, then, as Plato mentions somewhere, the Creator of the world, upon first seeing it exist and begin to move, felt joy. In the same way, Lycurgus, looking with joy and satisfaction at the greatness and beauty of his political system, now fully functional, thought about how to make it last forever and, as far as human foresight allowed, to pass it down unchanged to future generations. He called a special assembly of all the people and informed them that he now believed everything was reasonably well established for the happiness and virtue of the state; however, there was still one vital matter that he thought unwise to share until he had consulted the oracle. In the meantime, he asked them to uphold the laws without any changes until he returned, promising to act according to the god’s guidance. They all agreed willingly and urged him to hurry back, but before he left, he made the two kings, the senate, and the entire populace take an oath to uphold the established government until Lycurgus returned. After this, he set off for Delphi, and after sacrificing to Apollo, he asked whether the laws he had created were good and sufficient for the happiness and virtue of the people. The oracle replied that the laws were excellent and that the people, as long as they followed them, would live in great honor. Lycurgus took the oracle’s message in writing and sent it back to Sparta. After sacrificing to Apollo again and saying goodbye to his friends and his son, he decided that the Spartans should remain bound by their oath and that he would choose to end his life where he was. He had reached an age where life was still bearable but could also be left without regret. Everything around him was in a fairly prosperous state, so he chose to end his life through complete abstinence from food, believing it was a statesman’s duty to make his death an act of service to the state, providing an example of virtue and a useful purpose even at the end of his life. On one hand, he would complete his own happiness with a death worthy of such an honorable life, and on the other, he would ensure his fellow citizens could enjoy the benefits he had dedicated his life to securing for them, as they had solemnly sworn to maintain his institutions until he returned. He was not mistaken in his expectations, for the city of Lacedaemon remained the leading city of all Greece for five hundred years, rigorously adhering to Lycurgus’s laws. During all that time, there were no changes made, through the reign of fourteen kings, until the time of Agis, the son of Archidamus. Although the new creation of the ephori was thought to favor the people, it actually enhanced the aristocratic nature of the government instead of diminishing it.
In the time of Agis, gold and silver first flowed into Sparta, and with them all those mischiefs which attend the immoderate desire of riches. Lysander promoted this disorder; for, by bringing in rich spoils from the wars, although himself incorrupt, he yet by this means filled his country with avarice and luxury, and subverted the laws and ordinances of Lycurgus; so long as which were in force, the aspect presented by Sparta was rather that of a rule of life followed by one wise and temperate man, than of the political government of a nation. And as the poets feign of Hercules, that, with his lion’s skin and his club, he went over the world, punishing lawless and cruel tyrants, so may it be said of the Lacedaemonians, that, with a common staff and a coarse coat, they gained the willing and joyful obedience of Greece, through whose whole extent they suppressed unjust usurpations and despotisms, arbitrated in war, and composed civil dissensions; and this often without so much as taking down one buckler, but barely by sending some one single deputy, to whose direction all at once submitted, like bees swarming and taking their places around their prince. Such a fund of order and equity, enough and to spare for others, existed in their state.
In Agis's time, gold and silver first came into Sparta, bringing with them all the problems that come with an excessive desire for wealth. Lysander encouraged this chaos; by bringing in expensive spoils from the wars, even though he was personally incorruptible, he filled his country with greed and luxury, undermining the laws and principles of Lycurgus. While those laws were in effect, Sparta resembled the way of life led by a wise and moderate man, rather than a political government of a nation. Just as poets imagine Hercules traveled the world with his lion’s skin and club, punishing lawless and cruel tyrants, it can be said that the Lacedaemonians gained the eager and happy compliance of Greece with just a common staff and simple cloak. Throughout Greece, they suppressed unjust usurpations and tyranny, mediated in wars, and resolved civil conflicts; they often did this without even drawing a shield, simply by sending a single representative to whom everyone complied, much like bees swarming around their queen. Their state had an abundance of order and fairness, more than enough to share with others.
And therefore I cannot but wonder at those who say that the Spartans were good subjects, but bad governors, and for proof of it allege a saying of king Theopompus, who, when one said that Sparta held up so long because their kings could command so well, replied, “Nay, rather because the people know so well how to obey.” For people do not obey, unless rulers know how to command; obedience is a lesson taught by commanders. A true leader himself creates the obedience of his own followers; as it is the last attainment in the art of riding to make a horse gentle and tractable, so is it of the science of government, to inspire men with a willingness to obey. The Lacedaemonians inspired men not with a mere willingness, but with an absolute desire, to be their subjects. For they did not send petitions to them for ships or money, or a supply of armed men, but only for a Spartan commander; and, having obtained one, used him with honor and reverence; so the Sicilians behaved to Gylippus, the Chalcidians to Brasidas, and all the Greeks in Asia to Lysander, Callicratidas, and Agesilaus; they styled them the composers and chasteners of each people or prince they were sent to, and had their eyes always fixed upon the city of Sparta itself, as the perfect model of good manners and wise government. The rest seemed as scholars, they the masters of Greece; and to this Stratonicus pleasantly alluded, when in jest he pretended to make a law that the Athenians should conduct religious processions and the mysteries, the Eleans should preside at the Olympic games, and, if either did amiss, the Lacedaemonians be beaten. Antisthenes, too, one of the scholars of Socrates, said, in earnest, of the Thebans, when they were elated by their victory at Leuctra, that they looked like schoolboys who had beaten their master.
I can't help but be amazed by those who claim that the Spartans were good subjects but bad rulers. They point to a saying by King Theopompus, who, when someone suggested that Sparta endured for so long because their kings were great at commanding, replied, “No, it’s really because the people are so good at obeying.” People only obey if their leaders know how to lead; obedience is a skill developed by those in charge. A true leader instills obedience in their followers; just like the highest achievement in horseback riding is making a horse gentle and manageable, the essence of governance is inspiring people to want to obey. The Spartans didn’t just inspire a willingness to follow; they created an absolute desire to be their subjects. They didn’t send requests for ships, money, or reinforcements, but solely for a Spartan commander; once they had one, they treated him with honor and respect. The Sicilians did the same with Gylippus, the Chalcidians with Brasidas, and all the Greeks in Asia with Lysander, Callicratidas, and Agesilaus. They referred to them as the ones who shaped and disciplined each community or leader they were sent to, with their eyes always on the city of Sparta as the ideal example of good behavior and wise governance. The rest seemed like students, while they were the teachers of Greece. Stratonicus humorously hinted at this when he joked about making a law that the Athenians would handle religious processions, the Eleans would oversee the Olympic games, and if either went wrong, the Spartans would be punished. Antisthenes, one of Socrates' students, seriously commented on the Thebans, after their victory at Leuctra, saying they looked like schoolboys who had beaten their teacher.
However, it was not the design of Lycurgus that his city should govern a great many others; he thought rather that the happiness of a state, as of a private man, consisted chiefly in the exercise of virtue, and in the concord of the inhabitants; his aim, therefore, in all his arrangements, was to make and keep them free-minded, self-dependent, and temperate. And therefore all those who have written well on politics, as Plato, Diogenes, and Zeno, have taken Lycurgus for their model, leaving behind them, however, mere projects and words; whereas Lycurgus was the author, not in writing but in reality, of a government which none else could so much as copy; and while men in general have treated the individual philosophic character as unattainable, he, by the example of a complete philosophic state, raised himself high above all other lawgivers of Greece. And so Aristotle says they did him less honor at Lacedaemon after his death than he deserved, although he has a temple there, and they offer sacrifices yearly to him as to a god.
However, Lycurgus didn't intend for his city to rule many others; he believed that a state's happiness, like that of an individual, primarily came from practicing virtue and ensuring harmony among its people. His goal in all his plans was to keep them independent, thoughtful, and self-sufficient. As a result, many political thinkers, like Plato, Diogenes, and Zeno, regarded Lycurgus as their model. However, they left behind only theories and words, while Lycurgus created a government in reality that no one could truly replicate. While most people have seen the ideal philosophical character as impossible to achieve, he exemplified a fully realized philosophical state, elevating himself above all other lawgivers in Greece. Aristotle remarked that after his death, the people of Lacedaemon did not honor him as much as he deserved, despite having a temple dedicated to him and offering yearly sacrifices as if he were a god.
It is reported that when his bones were brought home to Sparta his tomb was struck with lightning; an accident which befell no eminent person but himself, and Euripides, who was buried at Arethusa in Macedonia; and it may serve that poet’s admirers as a testimony in his favor, that he had in this the same fate with that holy man and favorite of the gods. Some say Lycurgus died in Cirrha; Apollothemis says, after he had come to Elis; Timaeus and Aristoxenus, that he ended his life in Crete; Aristoxenus adds that his tomb is shown by the Cretans in the district of Pergamus, near the strangers’ road. He left an only son, Antiorus, on whose death without issue, his family became extinct. But his relations and friends kept up an annual commemoration of him down to a long time after; and the days of the meeting were called Lycurgides. Aristocrates, the son of Hipparchus, says that he died in Crete, and that his Cretan friends, in accordance with his own request, when they had burned his body, scattered the ashes into the sea; for fear lest, if his relics should be transported to Lacedaemon, the people might pretend to be released from their oaths, and make innovations in the government. Thus much may suffice for the life and actions of Lycurgus.
It’s said that when his bones were brought back to Sparta, his tomb was struck by lightning; an incident that happened to no one but him and Euripides, who was buried at Arethusa in Macedonia. This might serve as evidence for the poet’s fans, showing that he shared the same fate as that holy man who was favored by the gods. Some claim Lycurgus died in Cirrha; Apollothemis says it was after he went to Elis; while Timaeus and Aristoxenus report that he died in Crete. Aristoxenus adds that his tomb is shown by the Cretans in the area of Pergamus, near the road for travelers. He had only one son, Antiorus, and when Antiorus died without children, their family line came to an end. However, his relatives and friends held an annual memorial for him for many years after his death, and the days of the gathering were called Lycurgides. Aristocrates, the son of Hipparchus, mentions that he died in Crete, and that his Cretan friends, following his wishes, burned his body and scattered the ashes into the sea; fearing that if his remains were taken to Lacedaemon, people might falsely claim to be released from their oaths and disrupt the government. This is enough about the life and deeds of Lycurgus.
NUMA POMPILIUS
Though the pedigrees of noble families of Rome go back in exact form as far as Numa Pompilius, yet there is great diversity amongst historians concerning the time in which he reigned; a certain writer called Clodius, in a book of his entitled Strictures on Chronology, avers that the ancient registers of Rome were lost when the city was sacked by the Gauls, and that those which are now extant were counterfeited, to flatter and serve the humor of some men who wished to have themselves derived from some ancient and noble lineage, though in reality with no claim to it. And though it be commonly reported that Numa was a scholar and a familiar acquaintance of Pythagoras, yet it is again contradicted by others, who affirm, that he was acquainted with neither the Greek language nor learning, and that he was a person of that natural talent and ability as of himself to attain to virtue, or else that he found some barbarian instructor superior to Pythagoras. Some affirm, also, that Pythagoras was not contemporary with Numa, but lived at least five generations after him; and that some other Pythagoras, a native of Sparta, who, in the sixteenth Olympiad, in the third year of which Numa became king, won a prize at the Olympic race, might, in his travel through Italy, have gained acquaintance with Numa, and assisted him in the constitution of his kingdom; whence it comes that many Laconian laws and customs appear amongst the Roman institutions. Yet, in any case, Numa was descended of the Sabines, who declare themselves to be a colony of the Lacedaemonians. And chronology, in general, is uncertain; especially when fixed by the lists of victors in the Olympic games, which were published at a late period by Hippias the Elean, and rest on no positive authority. Commencing, however, at a convenient point, we will proceed to give the most noticeable events that are recorded of the life of Numa.
Though the family trees of noble families in Rome trace back in detail to Numa Pompilius, historians have widely differing opinions about when he ruled. A writer named Clodius, in his book called Strictures on Chronology, claims that the ancient records of Rome were lost when the city was invaded by the Gauls, and that the records we have today are fake, created to flatter those who wanted to claim descent from an ancient noble lineage, even though they really had no connection to it. While it's commonly believed that Numa was well-educated and friends with Pythagoras, others argue that he knew neither Greek nor any form of learning, suggesting that he was naturally gifted and achieved virtue on his own, or perhaps he had a barbarian teacher who was superior to Pythagoras. Some also argue that Pythagoras was not a contemporary of Numa but lived at least five generations later; they suggest that another Pythagoras, from Sparta, who won a prize at the Olympic Games in the third year of Numa's reign, might have met Numa during his travels in Italy and helped him with his kingdom's formation. This could explain why many laws and customs from Laconia appear in Roman traditions. In any case, Numa was descended from the Sabines, who claim to be a colony of the Lacedaemonians. Overall, chronology is uncertain, especially when based on lists of Olympic victors, which weren’t published until later by Hippias the Elean and do not rest on solid authority. Starting at a convenient point, we will now recount the most significant events recorded about Numa's life.
It was the thirty-seventh year, counted from the foundation of Rome, when Romulus, then reigning, did, on the fifth day of the month of July, called the Caprotine Nones, offer a public sacrifice at the Goat’s Marsh, in presence of the senate and people of Rome. Suddenly the sky was darkened, a thick cloud of storm and rain settled on the earth; the common people fled in affright, and were dispersed; and in this whirlwind Romulus disappeared, his body being never found either living or dead. A foul suspicion presently attached to the patricians, and rumors were current among the people as if that they, weary of kingly government, and exasperated of late by the imperious deportment of Romulus towards them, had plotted against his life and made him away, that so they might assume the authority and government into their own hands. This suspicion they sought to turn aside by decreeing divine honors to Romulus, as to one not dead but translated to a higher condition. And Proculus, a man of note, took oath that he saw Romulus caught up into heaven in his arms and vestments, and heard him, as he ascended, cry out that they should hereafter style him by the name of Quirinus.
It was the thirty-seventh year since the founding of Rome when Romulus, who was then reigning, offered a public sacrifice at the Goat’s Marsh on July 5th, known as the Caprotine Nones, in front of the senate and the people of Rome. Suddenly, the sky darkened, and a thick storm cloud descended; the common people fled in fear and scattered. In this whirlwind, Romulus vanished, and his body was never found, whether alive or dead. A troubling suspicion quickly fell on the patricians, and rumors spread among the people that they, tired of kingly rule and irritated by Romulus's recent harsh behavior toward them, had conspired against his life and eliminated him so they could take control. To divert this suspicion, they decided to grant divine honors to Romulus, claiming he was not dead but elevated to a higher status. A prominent man named Proculus swore he saw Romulus being taken up into heaven in his robes and heard him, as he ascended, declaring that from then on, he should be referred to by the name Quirinus.
This trouble, being appeased, was followed by another, about the election of a new king: for the minds of the original Romans and the new inhabitants were not as yet grown into that perfect unity of temper, but that there were diversities of factions amongst the commonalty, and jealousies and emulations amongst the senators; for though all agreed that it was necessary to have a king. yet what person or of which nation, was matter of dispute. For those who had been builders of the city with Romulus, and had already yielded a share of their lands and dwellings to the Sabines, were indignant at any pretension on their part to rule over their benefactors. On the other side, the Sabines could plausibly allege, that, at their king Tatius’s decease, they had peaceably submitted to the sole command of Romulus; so now their turn was come to have a king chosen out of their own nation; nor did they esteem themselves to have combined with the Romans as inferiors, nor to have contributed less than they to the increase of Rome, which, without their numbers and association, could scarcely have merited the name of a city.
This issue settled, another arose regarding the election of a new king: the original Romans and the new inhabitants had not yet achieved the unity of spirit necessary, leading to various factions among the common people and rivalries among the senators. While everyone agreed that having a king was essential, there was much debate over who that should be and from which group. Those who had built the city with Romulus, after already giving up a portion of their lands and homes to the Sabines, were outraged at the idea of anyone from the Sabine side ruling over their benefactors. On the flip side, the Sabines could convincingly argue that after the death of their king Tatius, they had willingly submitted to the authority of Romulus; now they believed it was their turn to have a king selected from their own people. They did not consider themselves to be inferior to the Romans nor thought they had contributed any less to the growth of Rome, which, without their numbers and support, could hardly have been called a city.
Thus did both parties argue and dispute their cause; but lest meanwhile discord, in the absence of all command, should occasion general confusion, it was agreed that the hundred and fifty senators should interchangeably execute the office of supreme magistrate, and each in succession, with the ensigns of royalty, should offer the solemn sacrifices and dispatch public business for the space of six hours by day and six by night; which vicissitude and equal distribution of power would preclude all rivalry amongst the senators and envy from the people, when they should behold one, elevated to the degree of a king, leveled within the space of a day to the condition of a private citizen. This form of government is termed, by the Romans, interregnum. Nor yet could they, by this plausible and modest way of rule, escape suspicion and clamor of the vulgar, as though they were changing the form of government to an oligarchy, and designing to keep the supreme power in a sort of wardship under themselves, without ever proceeding to choose a king. Both parties came at length to the conclusion that the one should choose a king out of the body of the other; the Romans make choice of a Sabine, or the Sabines name a Roman; this was esteemed the best expedient to put an end to all party spirit, and the prince who should be chosen would have an equal affection to the one party as his electors and to the other as his kinsmen. The Sabines remitted the choice to the original Romans, and they, too, on their part, were more inclinable to receive a Sabine king elected by themselves than to see a Roman exalted by the Sabines. Consultations being accordingly held, they named Numa Pompilius, of the Sabine race, a person of that high reputation for excellence, that, though he were not actually residing at Rome, yet he was no sooner nominated than accepted by the Sabines, with acclamation almost greater than that of the electors themselves.
Both sides argued and debated their case; however, to prevent chaos due to the lack of any authority, they agreed that the hundred and fifty senators would take turns serving as the supreme magistrate. Each senator would serve in succession, displaying the symbols of royalty, making formal sacrifices, and handling public affairs for six hours a day and six hours a night. This rotation and equal sharing of power would eliminate rivalry among the senators and jealousy from the people, as they would see one person elevated to the status of king and then brought back down to the status of a private citizen within a single day. The Romans called this system of government interregnum. Still, they could not escape the suspicion and complaints of the common people, who thought they were trying to shift the government into an oligarchy and keep supreme power in their own hands without ever actually choosing a king. Eventually, both sides agreed that one would select a king from the other side; the Romans would choose a Sabine, or the Sabines would choose a Roman. This was seen as the best way to end all factionalism, as the chosen prince would have equal loyalty to his electors and to the other party as family. The Sabines left the choice to the original Romans, who were more willing to accept a Sabine king chosen by themselves than to have a Roman elevated by the Sabines. After discussions, they named Numa Pompilius, a member of the Sabine tribe, who had such a high reputation that even though he was not living in Rome at the time, he was immediately accepted by the Sabines with cheers even greater than those of his electors.
The choice being declared and made known to the people, principal men of both parties were appointed to visit and entreat him, that he would accept the administration of the government. Numa resided at a famous city of the Sabines called Cures, whence the Romans and Sabines gave themselves the joint name of Quirites. Pomponius, an illustrious person, was his father, and he the youngest of his four sons, being (as it had been divinely ordered) born on the twenty-first day of April, the day of the foundation of Rome. He was endued with a soul rarely tempered by nature, and disposed to virtue, which he had yet more subdued by discipline, a severe life, and the study of philosophy; means which had not only succeeded in expelling the baser passions, but also the violent and rapacious temper which barbarians are apt to think highly of; true bravery, in his judgment, was regarded as consisting in the subjugation of our passions by reason.
The decision was announced to the people, and key figures from both parties were chosen to visit and persuade him to take on the role of governing. Numa lived in a well-known city of the Sabines called Cures, from which the Romans and Sabines jointly adopted the name Quirites. His father was Pomponius, a distinguished man, and he was the youngest of four sons, having been born (as fate would have it) on April 21, the founding day of Rome. He possessed a naturally well-balanced character and a tendency toward virtue, which he further refined through discipline, a strict lifestyle, and the study of philosophy; these practices not only helped him eliminate base passions but also the aggressive and greedy disposition often admired by barbarians; true courage, in his view, came from mastering our passions through reason.
He banished all luxury and softness from his own home, and, while citizens alike and strangers found in him an incorruptible judge and counselor, in private he devoted himself not to amusement or lucre, but to the worship of the immortal gods, and the rational contemplation of their divine power and nature. So famous was he, that Tatius, the colleague of Romulus, chose him for his son-in-law, and gave him his only daughter, which, however, did not stimulate his vanity to desire to dwell with his father-in-law at Rome; he rather chose to inhabit with his Sabines, and cherish his own father in his old age; and Tatia, also, preferred the private condition of her husband before the honors and splendor she might have enjoyed with her father. She is said to have died after she had been married thirteen years, and then Numa, leaving the conversation of the town, betook himself to a country life, and in a solitary manner frequented the groves and fields consecrated to the gods, passing his life in desert places. And this in particular gave occasion to the story about the goddess, namely, that Numa did not retire from human society out of any melancholy or disorder of mind. but because he had tasted the joys of more elevated intercourse, and, admitted to celestial wedlock in the love and converse of the goddess Egeria, had attained to blessedness, and to a divine wisdom.
He removed all luxury and comfort from his home, and while both citizens and strangers saw him as an incorruptible judge and advisor, in private, he focused not on entertainment or profit, but on the worship of the immortal gods and the thoughtful contemplation of their divine power and nature. He became so renowned that Tatius, Romulus's colleague, chose him as his son-in-law and gave him his only daughter. However, this didn’t fuel his ego to want to live with his father-in-law in Rome; instead, he preferred to live among his fellow Sabines and care for his father in his old age. Tatius’s daughter also valued her husband’s private life over the honors and splendor she could have enjoyed with her father. It is said she died after thirteen years of marriage, and then Numa, stepping away from the town, embraced a rural life, spending time in secluded groves and fields dedicated to the gods, living in isolation. This was partly how the story about the goddess emerged—Numa did not withdraw from society due to sadness or instability but because he had experienced the joys of a higher connection and, through his divine relationship with the goddess Egeria, had gained blessedness and divine wisdom.
The story evidently resembles those very ancient fables which the Phrygians have received and still recount of Attis, the Bithynians of Herodotus, the Arcadians of Endymion, not to mention several others who were thought blessed and beloved of the gods; nor does it seem strange if God, a lover, not of horses or birds, but men, should not disdain to dwell with the virtuous and converse with the wise and temperate soul, though it be altogether hard, indeed, to believe, that any god or daemon is capable of a sensual or bodily love and passion for any human form or beauty. Though, indeed, the wise Egyptians do not unplausibly make the distinction, that it may be possible for a divine spirit so to apply itself to the nature of a woman, as to imbreed in her the first beginnings of generation, while on the other side they conclude it impossible for the male kind to have any intercourse or mixture by the body with any divinity, not considering, however, that what takes place on the one side, must also take place on the other; intermixture, by force of terms, is reciprocal. Not that it is otherwise than befitting to suppose that the gods feel towards men affection, and love, in the sense of affection, and in the form of care and solicitude for their virtue and their good dispositions. And, therefore, it was no error of those who feigned, that Phorbas, Hyacinthus, and Admetus were beloved by Apollo; or that Hippolytus the Sicyonian was so much in his favor, that, as often as he sailed from Sicyon to Cirrha, the Pythian prophetess uttered this heroic verse, expressive of the god’s attention and joy:
The story clearly resembles those ancient fables that the Phrygians have passed down about Attis, the Bithynians have about Herodotus, and the Arcadians tell of Endymion, not to mention several others who were believed to be blessed and favored by the gods. It doesn’t seem strange that God, who loves not horses or birds, but humans, would not hesitate to dwell among the virtuous and converse with wise and temperate souls, though it is indeed hard to believe that any god or spirit could have a physical or sensual love for any human form or beauty. However, the wise Egyptians reasonably make the distinction that a divine spirit might be able to connect with the nature of a woman in a way that initiates the beginnings of generation, while they conclude that it’s impossible for a male being to have any physical interaction or mixture with a divinity, not considering that what happens on one side must also happen on the other; intermixture, by the very definition, is reciprocal. It is appropriate to believe that the gods feel affection and love in the sense of care and concern for human virtue and positive qualities. Therefore, those who imagined that Phorbas, Hyacinthus, and Admetus were loved by Apollo were not mistaken; or that Hippolytus the Sicyonian was so favored that whenever he sailed from Sicyon to Cirrha, the Pythian prophetess would utter this heroic line, reflecting the god’s attention and joy:
Now doth Hippolytus return again,
And venture his dear life upon the main.
Now Hippolytus returns again,
And risks his precious life on the sea.
It is reported, also, that Pan became enamored of Pindar for his verses, and the divine power rendered honor to Hesiod and Archilochus after their death for the sake of the Muses; there is a statement, also, that Aesculapius sojourned with Sophocles in his lifetime, of which many proofs still exist, and that, when he was dead, another deity took care for his funeral rites. And so if any credit may be given to these instances, why should we judge it incongruous, that a like spirit of the gods should visit Zaleucus, Minos, Zoroaster, Lycurgus, and Numa, the controllers of kingdoms, and the legislators for commonwealths? Nay, it may be reasonable to believe, that the gods, with a serious purpose, assist at the councils and serious debates of such men, to inspire and direct them; and visit poets and musicians, if at all, in their more sportive moods; but, for difference of opinion here, as Bacchylides said, “the road is broad.” For there is no absurdity in the account also given, that Lycurgus and Numa, and other famous lawgivers, having the task of subduing perverse and refractory multitudes, and of introducing great innovations, themselves made this pretension to divine authority, which, if not true, assuredly was expedient for the interests of those it imposed upon.
It is also reported that Pan fell in love with Pindar for his poetry, and the divine power honored Hesiod and Archilochus after their deaths for the sake of the Muses. It is also said that Aesculapius spent time with Sophocles during his life, of which many pieces of evidence still exist, and that when he died, another deity took care of his funeral rites. So if we can believe these stories, why would we think it's odd that a similar divine spirit would visit Zaleucus, Minos, Zoroaster, Lycurgus, and Numa, who were rulers and lawmakers? In fact, it seems reasonable to believe that the gods, with serious intent, attend the councils and important discussions of such individuals to inspire and guide them, while they visit poets and musicians in lighter moments. But regarding differing opinions on this, as Bacchylides said, "the road is broad." There’s nothing absurd about the account that Lycurgus, Numa, and other renowned lawmakers, who had the challenge of managing unruly crowds and introducing significant changes, claimed divine authority, which, whether true or not, was certainly beneficial for those who accepted it.
Numa was about forty years of age when the ambassadors came to make him offers of the kingdom; the speakers were Proculus and Velesus, one or other of whom it had been thought the people would elect as their new king; the original Romans being for Proculus, and the Sabines for Velesus. Their speech was very short, supposing that, when they came to tender a kingdom, there needed little to persuade to an acceptance; but, contrary to their expectation, they found that they had to use many reasons and entreaties to induce one, that lived in peace and quietness, to accept the government of a city whose foundation and increase had been made, in a manner, in war. In presence of his father and his kinsman Marcius, he returned answer that “Every alteration of a man’s life is dangerous to him; but madness only could induce one who needs nothing and is satisfied with everything to quit a life he is accustomed to; which, whatever else it is deficient in, at any rate has the advantage of certainty over one wholly doubtful and unknown. Though, indeed, the difficulties of this government cannot even be called unknown; Romulus, who first held it, did not escape the suspicion of having plotted against the life of his colleague Tatius; nor the senate the like accusation, of having treasonably murdered Romulus. Yet Romulus had the advantage to be thought divinely born and miraculously preserved and nurtured. My birth was mortal; I was reared and instructed by men that are known to you. The very points of my character that are most commended mark me as unfit to reign,—love of retirement and of studies inconsistent with business, a passion that has become inveterate in me for peace, for unwarlike occupations, and for the society of men whose meetings are but those of worship and of kindly intercourse, whose lives in general are spent upon their farms and their pastures. I should but be, methinks, a laughing-stock, while I should go about to inculcate the worship of the gods, and give lessons in the love of justice and the abhorrence of violence and war, to a city whose needs are rather for a captain than for a king.”
Numa was around forty years old when the ambassadors came to offer him the kingdom. The speakers were Proculus and Velesus, who were both thought to be favored by the people as their new king; the original Romans preferred Proculus, while the Sabines supported Velesus. Their speech was quite brief, assuming that it would take little persuasion to accept a kingdom, but, contrary to their expectations, they realized they had to use many reasons and pleas to convince someone who was living a peaceful and quiet life to take on the leadership of a city founded and expanded largely through war. In front of his father and his relative Marcius, he responded that “Any change in a person's life is risky; only madness would drive someone who needs nothing and is content with everything to abandon a lifestyle they are used to, which, despite its flaws, at least offers certainty compared to a completely uncertain and unknown one. Although, indeed, the challenges of this leadership can hardly be called unknown; Romulus, who first held this position, was suspected of plotting against his colleague Tatius, and the senate was similarly accused of treasonously murdering Romulus. Yet Romulus had the advantage of being thought to be divinely born and miraculously raised. My origins are mortal; I was brought up and taught by men you are familiar with. The very qualities of my character that are often praised actually show I'm unfit to rule—my love for solitude and studies that clash with governance, a long-standing passion for peace, for non-military activities, and for the company of men whose gatherings are primarily for worship and friendly interaction, whose lives are mostly spent on their farms and pastures. I would only end up as a laughingstock if I tried to promote the worship of the gods and teach the love of justice and the rejection of violence and war to a city that needs a leader more than a king.”
The Romans, perceiving by these words that he was declining to accept the kingdom, were the more instant and urgent with him that he would not forsake and desert them in this condition, and suffer them to relapse, as they must, into their former sedition and civil discord, there being no person on whom both parties could accord but on himself. And, at length, his father and Marcius, taking him aside, persuaded him to accept a gift so noble in itself, and tendered to him rather from heaven than from men. “Though,” said they, “you neither desire riches, being content with what you have, nor court the fame of authority, as having already the more valuable fame of virtue, yet you will consider that government itself is a service of God, who now calls out into action your qualities of justice and wisdom, which were not meant to be left useless and unemployed. Cease, therefore, to avoid and turn your back upon an office which, to a wise man, is a field for great and honorable actions, for the magnificent worship of the gods, and for the introduction of habits of piety, which authority alone can effect amongst a people. Tatius, though a foreigner, was beloved, and the memory of Romulus has received divine honors; and who knows but that this people, being victorious, may be satiated with war, and, content with the trophies and spoils they have acquired, may be, above all things, desirous to have a pacific and justice-loving prince, to lead them to good order and quiet? But if, indeed, their desires are uncontrollably and madly set on war, were it not better, then, to have the reins held by such a moderating hand as is able to divert the fury another way, and that your native city and the whole Sabine nation should possess in you a bond of good-will and friendship with this young and growing power?”
The Romans, realizing from his words that he was reluctant to accept the kingdom, urged him even more not to abandon them in their time of need and let them fall back into their previous chaos and civil conflict since there was no one else they could agree on but him. Eventually, his father and Marcius took him aside and convinced him to accept a gift that was truly noble, one that felt more like it was given by the heavens than by people. “Even though,” they said, “you don’t seek wealth, being satisfied with what you have, nor do you desire the fame that comes with authority, as you already possess the more valuable fame of virtue, you need to realize that governance is a service to God, who is now calling upon your qualities of justice and wisdom, which are meant to be active and not left unused. So stop avoiding and turning away from a role that, for a wise person, is an opportunity for great and honorable deeds, for the magnificent worship of the gods, and for instilling habits of piety, which only authority can bring about among the people. Tatius, although a foreigner, was loved, and Romulus's memory has been honored as divine; who knows if this people, after their victories, might be tired of war, and, pleased with the trophies and spoils they have gathered, might above all want a peaceful and justice-loving ruler to lead them to order and tranquility? But if their desires are truly and irrationally focused on war, wouldn’t it be better to have a steady hand to guide them, one that can redirect their fury, so that your home city and the entire Sabine nation can have in you a bond of goodwill and friendship with this rising power?”
With these reasons and persuasions several auspicious omens are said to have concurred, and the zeal, also, of his fellow-citizens, who, on understanding what message the Roman ambassadors had brought him, entreated him to accompany them, and to accept the kingdom as a means to unanimity and concord between the nations.
With these reasons and arguments, several favorable signs are said to have aligned, and the enthusiasm of his fellow citizens, who, upon learning what the Roman ambassadors had delivered, urged him to join them and accept the kingdom as a way to unite and create harmony between the nations.
Numa, yielding to these inducements, having first performed divine sacrifice, proceeded to Rome, being met in his way by the senate and people, who, with an impatient desire, came forth to receive him; the women, also, welcomed him with joyful acclamations, and sacrifices were offered for him in all the temples, and so universal was the joy, that they seemed to be receiving, not a new king, but a new kingdom. In this manner he descended into the forum, where Spurius Vettius, whose turn it was to be interrex at that hour, put it to the vote; and all declared him king. Then the regalities and robes of authority were brought to him; but he refused to be invested with them until he had first consulted and been confirmed by the gods; so, being accompanied by the priests and augurs, he ascended the Capitol, which at that time the Romans called the Tarpeian Hill. Then the chief of the augurs covered Numa’s head, and turned his face towards the south, and, standing behind him, laid his right hand on his head, and prayed, turning his eyes every way, in expectation of some auspicious signal from the gods. It was wonderful, meantime, with what silence and devotion the multitude stood assembled in the forum in similar expectation and suspense, till auspicious birds appeared and passed on the right. Then Numa, appareling himself in his royal robes, descended from the hill to the people, by whom he was received and congratulated with shouts and acclamations of welcome, as a holy king, and beloved of all the gods.
Numa, responding to these encouragements, first made a divine sacrifice and then proceeded to Rome, where he was met by the senate and the people, who eagerly came out to greet him. The women also welcomed him with joyful cheers, and sacrifices were offered for him in all the temples. The joy was so overwhelming that it felt like they were not just receiving a new king, but a whole new kingdom. In this way, he descended into the forum, where Spurius Vettius, who was acting as interrex at that moment, put it to a vote, and everyone declared him king. Then the royal robes and symbols of authority were brought to him; however, he refused to wear them until he had first consulted and received confirmation from the gods. Accompanied by the priests and augurs, he climbed the Capitol, which the Romans referred to as the Tarpeian Hill at that time. The chief of the augurs covered Numa’s head and turned his face southward, standing behind him with his right hand on Numa's head while praying and looking around for some positive sign from the gods. Meanwhile, it was remarkable how the crowd stood in silence and reverence in the forum, waiting in anticipation, until auspicious birds appeared and flew to the right. Then Numa dressed in his royal robes and came down from the hill to the people, who welcomed and congratulated him with cheers and applause, celebrating him as a holy king and beloved by all the gods.
The first thing he did at his entrance into government was to dismiss the band of three hundred men which had been Romulus’s life-guard, called by him Celeres, saying, that he would not distrust those who put confidence in him, nor rule over a people that distrusted him. The next thing he did was to add to the two priests of Jupiter and Mars a third in honor of Romulus, whom he called the Flamen Quirinalis. The Romans anciently called their priests Flamines, by corruption of the word Pilamines, from a certain cap which they wore, called Pileus. In those times, Greek words were more mixed with the Latin than at present; thus also the royal robe, which is called Laena, Juba says, is the same as the Greek Chlaena; and that the name of Camillus, given to the boy with both his parents living, who serves in the temple of Jupiter, was taken from the name given by some Greeks to Mercury, denoting his office of attendance on the gods.
The first thing he did when he entered government was to dismiss the group of three hundred men who had been Romulus’s bodyguards, known as the Celeres. He said that he wouldn't distrust those who trusted him, nor would he rule over a people that didn't trust him. Next, he appointed a third priest in honor of Romulus, in addition to the two priests of Jupiter and Mars. He called this new priest the Flamen Quirinalis. The ancient Romans referred to their priests as Flamines, which comes from the word Pilamines, based on a special cap they wore called Pileus. Back then, Greek words were more commonly mixed with Latin than they are today; for instance, the royal robe known as Laena is, according to Juba, the same as the Greek Chlaena. Additionally, the name Camillus, given to a boy with both parents alive who serves in the temple of Jupiter, was derived from a term some Greeks used for Mercury, indicating his role in attending to the gods.
When Numa had, by such measures, won the favor and affection of the people, he set himself, without delay, to the task of bringing the hard and iron Roman temper to somewhat more of gentleness and equity. Plato’s expression of a city in high fever was never more applicable than to Rome at that time; in its origin formed by daring and warlike spirits, whom bold and desperate adventure brought thither from every quarter, it had found in perpetual wars and incursions on its neighbors its after sustenance and means of growth and in conflict with danger the source of new strength; like piles, which the blows of the rammer serve to fix into the ground. Wherefore Numa, judging it no slight undertaking to mollify and bend to peace the presumptuous and stubborn spirits of this people, began to operate upon them with the sanctions of religion. He sacrificed often, and used processions and religious dances, in which most commonly he officiated in person; by such combinations of solemnity with refined and humanizing pleasures, seeking to win over and mitigate their fiery and warlike tempers. At times, also, he filled their imaginations with religious terrors, professing that strange apparitions had been seen, and dreadful voices heard; thus subduing and humbling their minds by a sense of supernatural fears.
When Numa had gained the favor and affection of the people through these methods, he quickly set to work on softening the tough and harsh Roman temperament to make it more gentle and fair. Plato’s description of a city in high fever was never more relevant than to Rome at that time; originally formed by daring and warlike individuals drawn there by bold and desperate adventures from all corners, it had found its means of sustenance and growth in constant wars and raids on its neighbors, gaining new strength through conflict with danger, much like piles that are driven into the ground by the blows of a rammer. Therefore, Numa, recognizing that it was no small task to calm and turn the proud and stubborn spirits of this people towards peace, decided to influence them through religious practices. He frequently offered sacrifices, conducted processions, and led religious dances, often presiding over them himself; through this mix of solemnity and refined, humanizing enjoyment, he aimed to win them over and temper their fiery and warlike natures. At times, he also filled their minds with religious fears, claiming that strange apparitions had been seen and terrifying voices heard, thereby subduing and humbling them with a sense of supernatural dread.
This method which Numa used made it believed that he had been much conversant with Pythagoras; for in the philosophy of the one, as in the policy of the other, man’s relations to the deity occupy a great place. It is said, also, that the solemnity of his exterior garb and gestures was adopted by him from the same feeling with Pythagoras. For it is said of Pythagoras, that he had taught an eagle to come at his call, and stoop down to him in its flight; and that, as he passed among the people assembled at the Olympic games, he showed them his golden thigh; besides many other strange and miraculous seeming practices, on which Timon the Phliasian wrote the distich,—
This method that Numa used led people to believe he was very familiar with Pythagoras; for in one’s philosophy, just as in the other’s political ideas, a person's relationship with the deity is highly significant. It's also said that the seriousness of his clothing and gestures was inspired by Pythagoras. Pythagoras is said to have taught an eagle to come when he called it and to swoop down to him while flying; and as he walked among the crowd at the Olympic games, he showed them his golden thigh, along with many other strange and seemingly miraculous actions, which Timon the Phliasian wrote about in a couplet,—
Who, of the glory of a juggler proud,
With solemn talk imposed upon the crowd.
Who, proud of the glory of a juggler,
Spoke seriously to impress the crowd.
In like manner Numa spoke of a certain goddess or mountain nymph that was in love with him, and met him in secret, as before related; and professed that he entertained familiar conversation with the Muses, to whose teaching he ascribed the greatest part of his revelations; and amongst them, above all, he recommended to the veneration of the Romans one in particular, whom he named Tacita, the Silent; which he did perhaps in imitation and honor of the Pythagorean silence. His opinion, also, of images is very agreeable to the doctrine of Pythagoras; who conceived of the first principle of being as transcending sense and passion, invisible and incorrupt, and only to be apprehended by abstract intelligence. So Numa forbade the Romans to represent God in the form of man or beast, nor was there any painted or graven image of a deity admitted amongst them for the space of the first hundred and seventy years, all which time their temples and chapels were kept free and pure from images; to such baser objects they deemed it impious to liken the highest, and all access to God impossible, except by the pure act of the intellect. His sacrifices, also, had great similitude to the ceremonial of Pythagoras, for they were not celebrated with effusion of blood, but consisted of flour, wine, and the least costly offerings. Other external proofs, too, are urged to show the connection Numa had with Pythagoras. The comic writer Epicharmus, an ancient author, and of the school of Pythagoras, in a book of his dedicated to Antenor, records that Pythagoras was made a freeman of Rome. Again, Numa gave to one of his four sons the name of Mamercus, which was the name of one of the sons of Pythagoras; from whence, as they say sprang that ancient patrician family of the Aemilii, for that the king gave him in sport the surname of Aemilius, for his engaging and graceful manner in speaking. I remember, too, that when I was at Rome, I heard many say, that, when the oracle directed two statues to be raised, one to the wisest, and another to the most valiant man of Greece, they erected two of brass, one representing Alcibiades, and the other Pythagoras.
Similarly, Numa talked about a certain goddess or mountain nymph who was in love with him and met him in secret, as mentioned earlier; he claimed he had friendly conversations with the Muses, whose teachings he credited with most of his insights. Among them, he particularly recommended one named Tacita, the Silent, possibly in imitation and honor of the Pythagorean silence. His views on images aligned closely with Pythagorean beliefs, which saw the fundamental essence of being as beyond sensory perception and emotion—invisible and incorruptible, understood only through abstract thought. Therefore, Numa prohibited the Romans from depicting God as a human or animal, and for the first one hundred and seventy years, there were no painted or carved images of deities among them. During that time, their temples and shrines remained free of images; they believed it was disrespectful to compare the supreme being to lesser forms, asserting that access to God was only possible through pure intellectual endeavor. His sacrifices, too, resembled the rituals of Pythagoras, as they were performed without bloodshed, consisting instead of flour, wine, and less expensive offerings. Additionally, there are other pieces of evidence that illustrate Numa's connection with Pythagoras. The comic playwright Epicharmus, an ancient author from the Pythagorean school, noted in a book dedicated to Antenor that Pythagoras was granted Roman citizenship. Furthermore, Numa named one of his four sons Mamercus, which was also the name of one of Pythagoras's sons; from this, it’s said that the ancient patrician family of the Aemilii emerged, since the king playfully gave him the surname Aemilius for his charming and graceful way of speaking. I also recall that during my time in Rome, I heard many people say that when the oracle instructed that two statues be erected, one for the wisest man and another for the most courageous man in Greece, they set up two bronze statues: one depicting Alcibiades and the other Pythagoras.
But to pass by these matters, which are full of uncertainty, and not so important as to be worth our time to insist on them, the original constitution of the priests, called Pontifices, is ascribed unto Numa, and he himself was, it is said, the first of them; and that they have the name of Pontifices from potens, powerful, because they attend the service of the gods, who have power and command over all. Others make the word refer to exceptions of impossible cases; the priests were to perform all the duties possible to them; if any thing lay beyond their power, the exception was not to be cavilled at. The most common opinion is the most absurd, which derives this word from pons, and assigns the priests the title of bridge-makers. The sacrifices performed on the bridge were amongst the most sacred and ancient, and the keeping and repairing of the bridge attached, like any other public sacred office, to the priesthood. It was accounted not simply unlawful, but a positive sacrilege, to pull down the wooden bridge; which moreover is said, in obedience to an oracle, to have been built entirely of timber and fastened with wooden pins, without nails or cramps of iron. The stone bridge was built a very long time after, when Aemilius was quaestor, and they do, indeed, say also that the wooden bridge was not so old as Numa’s time, but was finished by Ancus Marcius, when he was king, who was the grandson of Numa by his daughter.
But to skip over these uncertain matters, which aren't important enough to dwell on, the original constitution of the priests, called Pontifices, is attributed to Numa, who is said to be the first of them. They are called Pontifices from potent, meaning powerful, because they serve the gods who have power over everything. Others suggest the term relates to exceptions for impossible cases; the priests had to carry out all duties possible for them, and if something was beyond their ability, it wasn’t something to be criticized. The most common but least sensible view derives the word from pons, meaning bridge-makers. The sacrifices performed on the bridge were among the most sacred and ancient, and maintaining and repairing the bridge, like any public sacred duty, fell to the priesthood. It was considered not just unlawful but outright sacrilegious to tear down the wooden bridge, which, according to an oracle, was built entirely of wood and held together with wooden pins, without nails or iron braces. The stone bridge was constructed a long time later, when Aemilius was quaestor, and there are claims that the wooden bridge wasn't as old as Numa's time but was actually completed by Ancus Marcius, who was Numa's grandson through his daughter.
The office of Pontifex Maximus, or chief priest, was to declare and interpret the divine law, or, rather, to preside over sacred rites; he not only prescribed rules for public ceremony, but regulated the sacrifices of private persons, not suffering them to vary from established custom, and giving information to every one of what was requisite for purposes of worship or supplication. He was also guardian of the vestal virgins, the institution of whom, and of their perpetual fire, was attributed to Numa, who, perhaps fancied the charge of pure and uncorrupted flames would be fitly entrusted to chaste and unpolluted persons, or that fire, which consumes, but produces nothing, bears all analogy to the virgin estate. In Greece, wherever a perpetual holy fire is kept, as at Delphi and Athens, the charge of it is committed, not to virgins, but widows past the time of marriage. And in case by any accident it should happen that this fire became extinct, as the holy lamp was at Athens under the tyranny of Aristion, and at Delphi, when that temple was burnt by the Medes, as also in the time of the Mithridatic and Roman civil war, when not only the fire was extinguished, but the altar demolished, then, afterwards, in kindling this fire again, it was esteemed an impiety to light it from common sparks or flame, or from any thing but the pure and unpolluted rays of the sun, which they usually effect by concave mirrors, of a figure formed by the revolution of an isoceles rectangular triangle, all the lines from the circumference of which meeting in a center, by holding it in the light of the sun they can collect and concentrate all its rays at this one point of convergence; where the air will now become rarefied, and any light, dry, combustible matter will kindle as soon as applied, under the effect of the rays, which here acquire the substance and active force of fire. Some are of opinion that these vestals had no other business than the preservation of this fire; but others conceive that they were keepers of other divine secrets, concealed from all but themselves, of which we have told all that may lawfully be asked or told, in the life of Camillus. Gegania and Verenia, it is recorded, were the names of the first two virgins consecrated and ordained by Numa; Canuleia and Tarpeia succeeded; Servius afterwards added two, and the number of four has continued to the present time.
The role of the Pontifex Maximus, or chief priest, was to announce and interpret divine law and to oversee sacred ceremonies. He not only set the rules for public rituals but also managed the sacrifices made by individuals, ensuring they followed established customs and providing guidance on what was necessary for worship or prayer. He was also the guardian of the vestal virgins, whose institution and the maintenance of their sacred fire are attributed to Numa, who might have believed that the responsibility for pure and eternal flames should be entrusted to chaste and untainted individuals, likening the fire, which consumes but creates nothing, to the state of virginity. In Greece, where a perpetual holy fire is kept, such as at Delphi and Athens, the duty to oversee it falls to widows who are past the age of remarriage. If, by any chance, this fire were to go out—like the holy lamp did in Athens during Aristion's tyranny, or at Delphi when the temple was burned by the Medes, as well as during the Mithridatic and Roman civil wars when the fire was extinguished and the altar destroyed—when it was rekindled afterward, it was considered impious to light it from ordinary sparks or flames or from anything other than the pure and untainted rays of the sun. This was usually done using concave mirrors shaped by the rotation of an isosceles right triangle, where all lines from the edge meet at a center, concentrating the sun's rays at that point. The air at this spot becomes rarified, and any light, dry, combustible material ignites as soon as it's applied, energized by the rays, which take on the essence and active force of fire. Some believe that the vestals' only duty was to maintain this fire, while others think they were also guardians of other divine secrets known only to them, of which we've recounted everything that can lawfully be asked or revealed in the life of Camillus. It's recorded that Gegania and Verenia were the names of the first two virgins consecrated by Numa; Canuleia and Tarpeia followed, and Servius later added two more, maintaining the total number at four up to the present day.
The statutes prescribed by Numa for the vestals were these: that they should take a vow of virginity for the space of thirty years, the first ten of which they were to spend in learning their duties, the second ten in performing them, and the remaining ten in teaching and instructing others. Thus the whole term being completed, it was lawful for them to marry, and, leaving the sacred order, to choose any condition of life that pleased them; but this permission few, as they say, made use of; and in cases where they did so, it was observed that their change was not a happy one, but accompanied ever after with regret and melancholy; so that the greater number, from religious fears and scruples, forbore, and continued to old age and death in the strict observance of a single life.
The rules set by Numa for the vestals were as follows: they had to take a vow of virginity for thirty years. The first ten years were to be spent learning their duties, the next ten years performing those duties, and the final ten years teaching and instructing others. After completing the full term, they were allowed to marry and leave the sacred order to pursue any lifestyle they wanted. However, not many, it is said, took advantage of this opportunity; and when they did, it was observed that their choice often led to regret and sadness. As a result, most women, due to religious fears and doubts, chose to remain single until old age and death, strictly adhering to their vow.
For this condition he compensated by great privileges and prerogatives; as that they had power to make a will in the lifetime of their father; that they had a free administration of their own affairs without guardian or tutor, which was the privilege of women who were the mothers of three children; when they go abroad, they have the fasces carried before them; and if in their walks they chance to meet a criminal on his way to execution, it saves his life, upon oath made that the meeting was an accidental one, and not concerted or of set purpose. Any one who presses upon the chair on which they are carried, is put to death. If these vestals commit any minor fault, they are punishable by the high- priest only, who scourges the offender, sometimes with her clothes off, in a dark place, with a curtain drawn between; but she that has broken her vow is buried alive near the gate called Collina, where a little mound of earth stands, inside the city, reaching some little distance, called in Latin agger; under it a narrow room is constructed, to which a descent is made by stairs; here they prepare a bed, and light a lamp, and leave a small quantity of victuals, such as bread, water, a pail of milk, and some oil; that so that body which had been consecrated and devoted to the most sacred service of religion might not be said to perish by such a death as famine. The culprit herself is put in a litter, which they cover over, and tie her down with cords on it, so that nothing she utters may be heard. They then take her to the forum; all people silently go out of the way as she passes, and such as follow accompany the bier with solemn and speechless sorrow; and, indeed, there is not any spectacle more appalling, nor any day observed by the city with greater appearance of gloom and sadness. When they come to the place of execution, the officers loose the cords, and then the high- priest, lifting his hands to heaven, pronounces certain prayers to himself before the act; then he brings out the prisoner, being still covered, and placing her upon the steps that lead down to the cell, turns away his face with the rest of the priests; the stairs are drawn up after she has gone down, and a quantity of earth is heaped up over the entrance to the cell, so as to prevent it from being distinguished from the rest of the mound. This is the punishment of those who break their vow of virginity.
To compensate for this situation, they were given significant privileges and powers; for example, they could make a will while their father was still alive. They had full control over their own affairs without needing a guardian or tutor, which was a privilege also granted to women who had three children. When they went out, they had the fasces carried in front of them. If they happened to encounter a criminal on his way to execution, it would save his life, provided they swore that the meeting was purely by chance and not planned. Anyone who pushes against the chair they are carried in is put to death. If these vestal virgins commit any minor offense, only the high priest can punish them, often by whipping the offender, sometimes while she is unclothed, in a dark area separated by a curtain; however, if she breaks her vow, she is buried alive near a gate called Collina, where a small mound of earth is located within the city, called in Latin agger. Beneath it, a small room is built, accessible by stairs. In this space, they prepare a bed, light a lamp, and leave a small amount of food, like bread, water, a pail of milk, and some oil, so that the body, which had been consecrated to the highest service of religion, does not perish by starvation. The guilty woman is placed in a covered litter and tied down with cords, ensuring that nothing she says can be heard. They then take her to the forum; everyone silently steps aside as she passes, and those who follow her carry the bier with solemn and silent grief. Indeed, there is no sight more horrifying, nor any day the city observes with greater sorrow and gloom. When they reach the execution site, the officers untie the cords, and then the high priest, raising his hands to the heavens, silently prays before the act. He then reveals the prisoner, still covered, and places her on the steps leading down to the cell, turning his face away along with the other priests. The stairs are pulled up after she descends, and a mound of earth is placed over the entrance to the cell to hide it among the rest of the mound. This is the punishment for those who break their vow of virginity.
It is said, also, that Numa built the temple of Vesta, which was intended for a repository of the holy fire, of a circular form, not to represent the figure of the earth, as if that were the same as Vesta, but that of the general universe, in the center of which the Pythagoreans place the element of fire, and give it the name of Vesta and the unit; and do not hold that the earth is immovable, or that it is situated in the center of the globe, but that it keeps a circular motion about the seat of fire, and is not in the number of the primary elements; in this agreeing with the opinion of Plato, who, they say, in his later life, conceived that the earth held a lateral position, and that the central and sovereign space was reserved for some nobler body.
It is said that Numa built the temple of Vesta as a place for the holy fire. The temple was circular, not to symbolize the shape of the earth as if that were the same as Vesta, but to represent the entire universe. The Pythagoreans believe that the element of fire is at the center of the universe and call it Vesta and the unit. They do not believe that the earth is fixed or that it is in the center of the globe; instead, they argue that it moves in a circular motion around the fire and is not one of the primary elements. This aligns with Plato’s later views, which suggested that the earth is positioned laterally and that the central and commanding area is reserved for something more noble.
There was yet a farther use of the priests, and that was to give people directions in the national usages at funeral rites. Numa taught them to regard these offices, not as a pollution, but as a duty paid to the gods below, into whose hands the better part of us is transmitted; especially they were to worship the goddess Libitina, who presided over all the ceremonies performed at burials; whether they meant hereby Proserpina, or, as the most learned of the Romans conceive, Venus, not inaptly attributing the beginning and end of man’s life to the agency of one and the same deity. Numa also prescribed rules for regulating the days of mourning, according to certain times and ages. As, for example, a child of three years was not to be mourned for at all; one older, up to ten years, for as many months as it was years old; and the longest time of mourning for any person whatsoever was not to exceed the term of ten months; which was the time appointed for women that lost their husbands to continue in widowhood. If any married again before that time, by the laws of Numa she was to sacrifice a cow big with calf.
The priests had another important role, which was to guide people in the national traditions surrounding funeral rites. Numa taught them to view these responsibilities not as something dirty, but as a duty to the gods below, to whom the best part of us is given; particularly, they were to honor the goddess Libitina, who oversaw all the rituals conducted at burials. It is open to interpretation whether they associated her with Proserpina or, as the most knowledgeable Romans believe, Venus, rightly linking the start and end of a person's life to the influence of one deity. Numa also set regulations for mourning periods based on specific times and ages. For instance, a child of three years was not to be mourned at all; a child aged up to ten years would be mourned for as many months as their age; and the longest period of mourning for anyone was not to exceed ten months, which was also the time designated for women who lost their husbands to remain in widowhood. If any woman remarried before that period was over, according to Numa's laws, she had to sacrifice a pregnant cow.
Numa, also, was founder of several other orders of priests, two of which I shall mention, the Salii and the Feciales, which are among the clearest proofs of the devoutness and sanctity of his character. These Fecials, or guardians of peace, seem to have had their name from their office, which was to put a stop to disputes by conference and speech; for it was not allowable to take up arms until they had declared all hopes of accommodation to be at an end, for in Greek, too, we call it peace when disputes are settled by words, and not by force. The Romans commonly dispatched the Fecials, or heralds, to those who had offered them injury, requesting satisfaction; and, in case they refused, they then called the gods to witness, and, with imprecations upon themselves and their country should they be acting unjustly, so declared war; against their will, or without their consent, it was lawful neither for soldier nor king to take up arms; the war was begun with them, and, when they had first handed it over to the commander as a just quarrel, then his business was to deliberate of the manner and ways to carry it on. It is believed that the slaughter and destruction which the Gauls made of the Romans was a judgment on the city for neglect of this religious proceeding; for that when these barbarians besieged the Clusinians, Fabius Ambustus was dispatched to their camp to negotiate peace for the besieged; and, on their returning a rude refusal, Fabius imagined that his office of ambassador was at an end, and, rashly engaging on the side of the Clusinians, challenged the bravest of the enemy to a single combat. It was the fortune of Fabius to kill his adversary, and to take his spoils; but when the Gauls discovered it, they sent a herald to Rome to complain against him; since, before war was declared, he had, against the law of nations, made a breach of the peace. The matter being debated in the senate, the Fecials were of opinion that Fabius ought to be consigned into the hands of the Gauls; but he, being forewarned of their judgment, fled to the people, by whose protection and favor he escaped the sentence. On this, the Gauls marched with their army to Rome, where, having taken the Capitol, they sacked the city. The particulars of all which are fully given in the history of Caminus.
Numa also founded several other orders of priests, two of which I’ll mention, the Salii and the Feciales, which are among the strongest evidence of his pious and virtuous character. The Fecials, or guardians of peace, seem to have gotten their name from their role, which was to resolve disputes through discussion and dialogue; it was not allowed to take up arms until they had declared that all hopes for a peaceful resolution were over. In Greek, we also refer to it as peace when conflicts are settled through words, not violence. The Romans typically sent the Fecials, or heralds, to those who had wronged them, asking for compensation; and if they refused, they would then call upon the gods as witnesses, declaring war while invoking curses upon themselves and their country should they be acting unjustly. It was not lawful for soldier or king to engage in battle without their consent; war was initiated through them, and once they deemed it a just cause, it was then the commander’s duty to decide how to proceed with it. It is believed that the massacre and destruction that the Gauls inflicted upon the Romans was a consequence of the city’s failure to adhere to this sacred practice; for when these barbarians besieged the Clusinians, Fabius Ambustus was sent to their camp to negotiate peace for the besieged. When they responded with a rude refusal, Fabius thought his diplomatic role was over and, foolishly siding with the Clusinians, challenged the bravest of the enemy to single combat. Fabius managed to kill his opponent and take his spoils, but when the Gauls found out, they sent a herald to Rome to protest against him, claiming he had violated the laws of nations by breaking the peace before war was declared. When the senate discussed the issue, the Fecials believed that Fabius should be handed over to the Gauls; however, forewarned of their decision, he sought refuge with the people, who protected him from punishment. In response, the Gauls marched their army to Rome, where they captured the Capitol and looted the city. The details of all this are thoroughly covered in the history of Caminus.
The origin of the Salii is this. In the eighth year of the reign of Numa, a terrible pestilence, which traversed all Italy, ravaged likewise the city of Rome; and the citizens being in distress and despondent, a brazen target, they say, fell from heaven into the hands of Numa who gave them this marvelous account of it: that Egeria and the Muses had assured him it was sent from heaven for the cure and safety of the city, and that, to keep it secure, he was ordered by them to make eleven others, so like in dimension and form to the original that no thief should be able to distinguish the true from the counterfeit. He farther declared, that he was commanded to consecrate to the Muses the place, and the fields about it, where they had been chiefly wont to meet with him, and that the spring which watered the field should be hallowed for the use of the vestal virgins, who were to wash and cleanse the penetralia of their sanctuary with those holy waters. The truth of all which was speedily verified by the cessation of the pestilence. Numa displayed the target to the artificers and bade them show their skill in making others like it; all despaired, until at length one Mamurius Veturius, an excellent workman, happily hit upon it, and made all so exactly the same that Numa himself was at a loss, and could not distinguish. The keeping of these targets was committed to the charge of certain priests, called Salii, who did not receive their name, as some tell the story, from Salius, a dancing-master born in Samothrace, or at Mantinea, who taught the way of dancing in arms; but more truly from that jumping dance which the Salii themselves use, when in the month of March they carry the sacred targets through the city; at which procession they are habited in short frocks of purple, girt with a broad belt studded with brass; on their heads they wear a brass helmet, and carry in their hands short daggers, which they clash every now and then against the targets. But the chief thing is the dance itself. They move with much grace, performing, in quick time and close order, various intricate figures, with a great display of strength and agility. The targets were called Ancilia from their form; for they are not made round, nor like proper targets, of a complete circumference, but are cut out into a wavy line, the ends of which are rounded off and turned in at the thickest part towards each other; so that their shape is curvilinear, or, in Greek, ancylon; or the name may come from ancon, the elbow, on which they are carried. Thus Juba writes, who is eager to make it Greek. But it might be, for that matter, from its having come down anecathen, from above; or from its akesis, or cure of diseases; or auchmon Iysis, because it put an end to a drought; or from its anaschesis, or relief from calamities, which is the origin of the Athenian name Anaces, given to Castor and Pollux; if we must, that is, reduce it to Greek. The reward which Mamurius received for his art was to be mentioned and commemorated in the verses which the Salii sang, as they danced in their arms through the city; though some will have it that they do not say Veturium Mamurium, but Veterem Memoriam, ancient remembrance.
The Salii originated from this story. In the eighth year of Numa's reign, a terrible plague swept through all of Italy and devastated the city of Rome. The citizens were distressed and hopeless when, they say, a bronze shield fell from the sky into Numa's hands. He shared a remarkable tale about it: that Egeria and the Muses had told him it was sent from heaven to cure and protect the city. He was instructed to make eleven more shields, so similar in size and shape to the original that no thief could tell the real one from the fake. He also said he was commanded to dedicate the place and the surrounding fields, where they often met, to the Muses, and that the spring that watered the fields should be made holy for the vestal virgins, who would use its pure water to wash and cleanse their sanctuary. The truth of this was quickly proven when the plague ended. Numa showed the shield to the craftsmen and asked them to recreate it; everyone despaired until one skilled craftsman, Mamurius Veturius, managed to reproduce it so perfectly that even Numa himself couldn't tell the difference. The care of these shields was given to a group of priests called the Salii. Contrary to some stories suggesting their name comes from a dancing teacher named Salius from Samothrace or Mantinea who taught armed dance, it is more likely that it comes from the jumping dance the Salii perform when they carry the sacred shields through the city each March. During the procession, they wear short purple robes, secured with wide brass-studded belts; they don brass helmets and carry short daggers, which they clash against the shields from time to time. The most important part is the dance itself. They move gracefully, executing various intricate patterns with great strength and agility. The shields are called Ancilia due to their shape; they aren’t round like traditional shields but are cut into wavy lines, with rounded ends that curve inward at their thickest point, giving them a curved shape, or “ancylon” in Greek. Juba suggests it might derive from the elbow, “ancon,” on which they are carried. Alternatively, it could come from its descent from above, or from its healing properties, or because it ended a drought; or from its ability to provide relief from disasters, similar to the Athenian name Anaces given to Castor and Pollux, if we must link it to Greek. The reward Mamurius received for his skill was to be mentioned in the songs the Salii sang as they danced with their shields through the city. Some say they do not say Veturium Mamurium, but Veterem Memoriam, "ancient remembrance."
After Numa had in this manner instituted these several orders of priests, he erected, near the temple of Vesta, what is called to this day Regia, or king’s house, where he spent the most part of his time, performing divine service, instructing the priests, or conversing with them on sacred subjects. He had another house upon the Mount Quirinalis, the site of which they show to this day. In all public processions and solemn prayers, criers were sent before to give notice to the people that they should forbear their work, and rest. They say that the Pythagoreans did not allow people to worship and pray to their gods by the way, but would have them go out from their houses direct, with their minds set upon the duty, and so Numa, in like manner, wished that his citizens should neither see nor hear any religious service in a perfunctory and inattentive manner, but, laying aside all other occupations, should apply their minds to religion as to a most serious business; and that the streets should be free from all noises and cries that accompany manual labor, and clear for the sacred solemnity. Some traces of this custom remain at Rome to this day, for, when the consul begins to take auspices or do sacrifice, they call out to the people, Hoc age, Attend to this, whereby the auditors then present are admonished to compose and recollect themselves. Many other of his precepts resemble those of the Pythagoreans. The Pythagoreans said, for example, “Thou shalt not make a peck-measure thy seat to sit on. Thou shalt not stir the fire with a sword. When thou goest out upon a journey, look not behind thee. When thou sacrificest to the celestial gods, let it be with an odd number, and when to the terrestrial, with even.” The significance of each of which precepts they would not commonly disclose. So some of Numa’s traditions have no obvious meaning. “Thou shalt not make libation to the gods of wine from an unpruned vine. No sacrifices shall be performed without meal. Turn round to pay adoration to the gods; sit after you have worshipped.” The first two directions seem to denote the cultivation and subduing of the earth as a part of religion; and as to the turning which the worshipers are to use in divine adoration, it is said to represent the rotatory motion of the world. But, in my opinion, the meaning rather is, that the worshiper, since the temples front the east, enters with his back to the rising sun; there, faces round to the east, and so turns back to the god of the temple, by this circular movement referring the fulfillment of his prayer to both divinities. Unless, indeed, this change of posture may have a mystical meaning, like the Egyptian wheels, and signify to us the instability of human fortune, and that, in whatever way God changes and turns our lot and condition, we should rest contented, and accept it as right and fitting. They say, also, that the sitting after worship was to be by way of omen of their petitions being granted, and the blessing they asked assured to them. Again, as different courses of actions are divided by intervals of rest, they might seat themselves after the completion of what they had done, to seek favor of the gods for beginning something else. And this would very well suit with what we had before; the lawgiver wants to habituate us to make our petitions to the deity not by the way, and as it were, in a hurry, when we have other things to do, but with time and leisure to attend to it. By such discipline and schooling in religion, the city passed insensibly into such a submissiveness of temper, and stood in such awe and reverence of the virtue of Numa, that they received, with an undoubted assurance, whatever he delivered, though never so fabulous, and thought nothing incredible or impossible from him.
After Numa established these various orders of priests, he set up what is still called the Regia, or king’s house, near the temple of Vesta, where he spent most of his time performing divine services, training the priests, or discussing sacred topics with them. He also had another house on Mount Quirinal, the location of which can still be shown today. In all public processions and solemn prayers, criers were sent ahead to inform the people to stop their work and take a break. It’s said that the Pythagoreans believed that people shouldn’t worship or pray to their gods casually but should go directly from their homes with their minds focused on the task. Similarly, Numa wanted his citizens to engage in religious services seriously, without distractions, and to set aside their other activities to focus on religion as a priority. He wanted the streets to be free from the noise of manual labor during sacred observances. Some remnants of this custom exist in Rome today; for instance, when the consul begins to take auspices or offer sacrifices, they call out to the people, "Hoc age," which means "Pay attention to this," reminding everyone to center themselves. Many of his teachings are similar to those of the Pythagoreans. The Pythagoreans stated, for instance, “Don’t use a peck-measure as your seat. Don’t stir the fire with a sword. When you embark on a journey, don’t look back. When you sacrifice to the celestial gods, do it with an odd number, and for the earthly, with an even number.” They generally wouldn’t explain the meaning of these precepts. Similarly, some of Numa’s traditions have no clear explanation: “Don’t pour wine for the gods from an unpruned vine. Sacrifices shouldn’t be made without meal. Turn around to pay respect to the gods; sit down after you’ve worshipped.” The first two instructions seem to suggest that cultivating and caring for the earth is part of religion. Regarding the act of turning during worship, it’s thought to symbolize the circular motion of the world. However, I believe the deeper meaning is that since temples face east, the worshipper enters with their back to the rising sun, turns to face the east, and then turns again to the god of the temple, linking their prayers to both divine entities. Alternatively, this change in posture might have a mystical significance similar to the Egyptian wheels, symbolizing the uncertainty of human fortune, and that no matter how God shifts our situation, we should accept it as appropriate. Additionally, they say that sitting after worship signifies a positive omen for the petitions being granted and the blessings sought. Again, as different actions are separated by pauses, they might sit after completing one task to seek the gods' favor for beginning another. This aligns well with what was mentioned earlier; the lawgiver aimed to train people to make their requests to the deity attentively rather than in haste when distracted by other matters. Through such religious discipline and training, the city gradually adopted a mindset of submission and stood in deep respect and awe of Numa’s virtue, accepting whatever he said with unwavering belief, no matter how outlandish, considering nothing impossible coming from him.
There goes a story that he once invited a great number of citizens to an entertainment, at which the dishes in which the meat was served were very homely and plain, and the repast itself poor and ordinary fare; the guests seated, he began to tell them that the goddess that consulted with him was then at that time come to him; when on a sudden the room was furnished with all sorts of costly drinking-vessels, and the tables loaded with rich meats, and a most sumptuous entertainment. But the dialogue which is reported to have passed between him and Jupiter surpasses all the fabulous legends that were ever invented. They say that before Mount Aventine was inhabited or enclosed within the walls of the city, two demi-gods, Picus and Faunus, frequented the Springs and thick shades of that place; which might be two satyrs, or Pans, except that they went about Italy playing the same sorts of tricks, by skill in drugs and magic, as are ascribed by the Greeks to the Dactyli of Mount Ida. Numa contrived one day to surprise these demi-gods, by mixing wine and honey in the waters of the spring of which they usually drank. On finding themselves ensnared, they changed themselves into various shapes, dropping their own form and assuming every kind of unusual and hideous appearance; but when they saw they were safely entrapped, and in no possibility of getting free, they revealed to him many secrets and future events; and particularly a charm for thunder and lightning, still in use, performed with onions and hair and pilchards. Some say they did not tell him the charm, but by their magic brought down Jupiter out of heaven; and that he then, in an angry manner answering the inquiries, told Numa, that, if he would charm the thunder and lightning, he must do it with heads. “How,” said Numa, “with the heads of onions?” “No,” replied Jupiter, “of men.” But Numa, willing to elude the cruelty of this receipt, turned it another way, saying, “Your meaning is, the hairs of men’s heads.” “No,” replied Jupiter, “with living”—“pilchards,” said Numa, interrupting him. These answers he had learnt from Egeria. Jupiter returned again to heaven, pacified and ilcos, or propitious. The place was, in remembrance of him, called Ilicium, from this Greek word; and the spell in this manner effected.
There’s a story that he once invited a lot of people to a gathering where the food was very simple and basic, and the meal itself was quite plain; once everyone was seated, he started to tell them that the goddess who consulted with him had just arrived. Suddenly, the room was filled with all kinds of fancy drinking vessels, and the tables were piled high with rich foods, creating a lavish spread. But the conversation that supposedly took place between him and Jupiter surpasses all the fanciful tales ever told. They say that before Mount Aventine was settled or enclosed within the city's walls, two demigods, Picus and Faunus, frequented the springs and dense groves of that area; they might have been two satyrs or Pans, except they traveled around Italy playing tricks similar to those attributed to the Dactyli of Mount Ida by the Greeks, using their skills in potions and magic. One day, Numa managed to surprise these demigods by mixing wine and honey into the waters of the spring they often drank from. When they found themselves caught, they transformed into various shapes, abandoning their original forms and taking on all kinds of strange and frightening appearances; but when they realized they were trapped and had no chance of escape, they revealed many secrets and future events to him, including a charm for thunder and lightning that is still used today, made with onions, hair, and pilchards. Some say they didn’t actually tell him the charm but magically summoned Jupiter down from heaven; he, irritated by their inquiries, told Numa that if he wanted to charm the thunder and lightning, he needed to use heads. “How,” asked Numa, “with the heads of onions?” “No,” Jupiter replied, “of men.” But Numa, wanting to dodge the harshness of this method, interpreted it differently, saying, “You mean the hairs of men’s heads.” “No,” Jupiter replied, “with living—” “pilchards,” Numa interrupted him. He had learned these answers from Egeria. Jupiter returned to heaven, calmed and favorable. The place was named Ilicium in his memory, derived from this Greek word, and the spell was carried out in this way.
These stories, laughable as they are, show us the feelings which people then, by force of habit, entertained towards the deity. And Numa’s own thoughts are said to have been fixed to that degree on divine objects, that he once, when a message was brought to him that “Enemies are approaching,” answered with a smile, “And I am sacrificing.” It was he, also, that built the temples of Faith and Terminus and taught the Romans that the name of Faith was the most solemn oath that they could swear. They still use it; and to the god Terminus, or Boundary, they offer to this day both public and private sacrifices, upon the borders and stone- marks of their land; living victims now, though anciently those sacrifices were solemnized without blood; for Numa reasoned that the god of boundaries, who watched over peace, and testified to fair dealing, should have no concern with blood. It is very clear that it was this king who first prescribed bounds to the territory of Rome; for Romulus would but have openly betrayed how much he had encroached on his neighbors’ lands, had he ever set limits to his own; for boundaries are, indeed, a defense to those who choose to observe them, but are only a testimony against the dishonesty of those who break through them. The truth is, the portion of lands which the Romans possessed at the beginning was very narrow, until Romulus enlarged them by war; all whose acquisitions Numa now divided amongst the indigent commonalty, wishing to do away with that extreme want which is a compulsion to dishonesty, and, by turning the people to husbandry, to bring them, as well as their lands, into better order. For there is no employment that gives so keen and quick a relish for peace as husbandry and a country life, which leave in men all that kind of courage that makes them ready to fight in defense of their own, while it destroys the license that breaks out into acts of injustice and rapacity. Numa, therefore, hoping agriculture would be a sort of charm to captivate the affections of his people to peace, and viewing it rather as a means to moral than to economical profit, divided all the lands into several parcels, to which he gave the name of pagus, or parish, and over every one of them he ordained chief overseers; and, taking a delight sometimes to inspect his colonies in person, he formed his judgment of every man’s habits by the results; of which being witness himself, he preferred those to honors and employments who had done well, and by rebukes and reproaches incited the indolent and careless to improvement. But of all his measures the most commended was his distribution of the people by their trades into companies or guilds; for as the city consisted, or rather did not consist of, but was divided into, two different tribes, the diversity between which could not be effaced and in the mean time prevented all unity and caused perpetual tumult and ill-blood, reflecting how hard substances that do not readily mix when in the lump may, by being beaten into powder, in that minute form be combined, he resolved to divide the whole population into a number of small divisions, and thus hoped, by introducing other distinctions, to obliterate the original and great distinction, which would be lost among the smaller. So, distinguishing the whole people by the several arts and trades, he formed the companies of musicians, goldsmiths, carpenters, dyers, shoemakers, skinners, braziers, and potters; and all other handicraftsmen he composed and reduced into a single company, appointing every one their proper courts, councils, and religious observances. In this manner all factious distinctions began, for the first time, to pass out of use, no person any longer being either thought of or spoken of under the notion of a Sabine or a Roman, a Romulian or a Tatian; and the new division became a source of general harmony and intermixture.
These stories, amusing as they are, reveal the feelings that people had toward their god, driven by habit. Numa was said to be so focused on divine matters that when he received news that "Enemies are approaching," he simply smiled and replied, "And I am sacrificing." He also built the temples of Faith and Terminus, teaching the Romans that the name of Faith was the most serious oath they could take. They still use it today; and to the god Terminus, or Boundary, they continue to offer both public and private sacrifices at the edges and landmarks of their land. Currently, they offer living sacrifices, although in ancient times these offerings were made without blood, as Numa believed that the god of boundaries, who protected peace and upheld fairness, should not be associated with bloodshed. It is clear that this king was the first to set boundaries for the territory of Rome; Romulus would have openly exposed how much he encroached on his neighbors’ lands had he ever established limits for his own. Boundaries are indeed a safeguard for those who respect them, while they serve as a witness against the dishonesty of those who violate them. Initially, the Romans owned a very small portion of land until Romulus expanded it through war; all of those gains Numa distributed among the poor, wanting to eliminate the extreme poverty that leads to dishonesty, and by encouraging people to engage in farming, he aimed to bring them and their lands into better order. There is no occupation that fosters a strong appreciation for peace like farming and rural life, which maintain the kind of courage that makes people ready to defend their own but diminishes the recklessness that leads to injustice and greed. Therefore, Numa hoped that agriculture would be a means to draw his people toward peace and, seeing it more as a way to achieve moral rather than economic gain, he divided all the land into smaller parcels, which he called pagus, or parishes, and appointed chief overseers for each. Taking pleasure in personally inspecting his colonies, he evaluated each person's habits based on the results; witnessing these himself, he favored those who performed well with honors and positions, while he motivated the lazy and indifferent to improve through criticism and admonishment. Among all his initiatives, the most praised was his organization of people by their trades into companies or guilds. Since the city consisted of, or rather was divided into, two distinct tribes, a difference that could not be erased and which hindered unity and caused ongoing conflict and resentment, he realized that just as hard materials that do not easily mix can combine when ground to powder, he could foster unity by dividing the population into smaller groups. By introducing other distinctions, he aimed to diminish the significant original ones. He categorized all people by their various crafts and trades, forming companies for musicians, goldsmiths, carpenters, dyers, shoemakers, skinners, braziers, and potters. He grouped all other craftsmen into one company, assigning each their own courts, councils, and religious duties. This way, for the first time, divisions based on faction began to fade, as individuals were no longer referred to as Sabines or Romans, Romulians or Tatians; the new classification fostered a sense of general harmony and intermingling.
He is also much to be commended for the repeal, or rather amendment, of that law which gives power to fathers to sell their children; he exempted such as were married, conditionally that it had been with the liking and consent of their parents; for it seemed a hard thing that a woman who had given herself in marriage to a man whom she judged free should afterwards find herself living with a slave.
He is also highly praised for the repeal, or rather amendment, of the law that allowed fathers to sell their children; he exempted those who were married, as long as it was with their parents' approval and consent. It seemed unfair that a woman who had married a man she believed to be free should later find herself living with a slave.
He attempted, also, the formation of a calendar, not with absolute exactness, yet not without some scientific knowledge. During the reign of Romulus, they had let their months run on without any certain or equal term; some of them contained twenty days, others thirty-five, others more; they had no sort of knowledge of the inequality in the motions of the sun and moon; they only kept to the one rule that the whole course of the year contained three hundred and sixty days. Numa, calculating the difference between the lunar and the solar’ year at eleven days, for that the moon completed her anniversary course in three hundred and fifty-four days, and the sun in three hundred and sixty- five, to remedy this incongruity doubled the eleven days, and every other year added an intercalary month, to follow February, consisting of twenty-two days, and called by the Romans the month Mercedinus. This amendment, however, itself, in course of time, came to need other amendments. He also altered the order of the months; for March, which was reckoned the first, he put into the third place; and January, which was the eleventh, he made the first; and February, which was the twelfth and last, the second. Many will have it, that it was Numa, also, who added the two months of January and February; for in the beginning they had had a year of ten months; as there are barbarians who count only three; the Arcadians, in Greece, had but four; the Acarnanians, six. The Egyptian year at first, they say, was of one month; afterwards, of four; and so, though they live in the newest of all countries, they have the credit of being a more ancient nation than any; and reckon, in their genealogies, a prodigious number of years, counting months, that is, as years. That the Romans, at first, comprehended the whole year within ten, and not twelve months, plainly appears by the name of the last, December, meaning the tenth month; and that March was the first is likewise evident, for the fifth month after it was called Quintilis, and the sixth Sextilis, and so the rest; whereas, if January and February had, in this account, preceded March, Quintilis would have been fifth in name and seventh in reckoning. It was also natural, that March, dedicated to Mars, should be Romulus’s first, and April, named from Venus, or Aphrodite, his second month; in it they sacrifice to Venus, and the women bathe on the calends, or first day of it, with myrtle garlands on their heads. But others, because of its being p and not ph, will not allow of the derivation of this word from Aphrodite, but say it is called April from aperio, Latin for to open, because that this month is high spring, and opens and discloses the buds and flowers. The next is called May, from Maia, the mother of Mercury, to whom it is sacred; then June follows, so called from Juno; some, however, derive them from the two ages, old and young, majores being their name for older, and juniores for younger men. To the other months they gave denominations according to their order; so the fifth was called Quintilis, Sextilis the sixth, and the rest, September, October, November, and December. Afterwards Quintilis received the name of Julius, from Caesar who defeated Pompey; as also Sextilis that of Augustus, from the second Caesar, who had that title. Domitian, also, in imitation, gave the two other following months his own names, of Germanicus and Domitianus; but, on his being slain, they recovered their ancient denominations of September and October. The two last are the only ones that have kept their names throughout without any alteration. Of the months which were added or transposed in their order by Numa, February comes from februa; and is as much as Purification month; in it they make offerings to the dead, and celebrate the Lupercalia, which, in most points, resembles a purification. January was so called from Janus, and precedence given to it by Numa before March, which was dedicated to the god Mars; because, as I conceive, he wished to take every opportunity of intimating that the arts and studies of peace are to be preferred before those of war. For this Janus, whether in remote antiquity he were a demi-god or a king, was certainly a great lover of civil and social unity, and one who reclaimed men from brutal and savage living; for which reason they figure him with two faces, to represent the two states and conditions out of the one of which he brought mankind, to lead them into the other. His temple at Rome has two gates, which they call the gates of war, because they stand open in the time of war, and shut in the times of peace; of which latter there was very seldom an example, for, as the Roman empire was enlarged and extended, it was so encompassed with barbarous nations and enemies to be resisted, that it was seldom or never at peace. Only in the time of Augustus Caesar, after he had overcome Antony, this temple was shut; as likewise once before, when Marcus Atilius and Titus Manlius were consuls; but then it was not long before, wars breaking out, the gates were again opened. But, during the reign of Numa, those gates were never seen open a single day, but continued constantly shut for a space of forty-three years together; such an entire and universal cessation of war existed. For not only had the people of Rome itself been softened and charmed into a peaceful temper by the just and mild rule of a pacific prince, but even the neighboring cities, as if some salubrious and gentle air had blown from Rome upon them, began to experience a change of feeling, and partook in the general longing for the sweets of peace and order, and for life employed in the quiet tillage of soil, bringing up of children, and worship of the gods. Festival days and sports, and the secure and peaceful interchange of friendly visits and hospitalities prevailed all through the whole of Italy. The love of virtue and justice flowed from Numa’s wisdom as from a fountain, and the serenity of his spirit diffused itself, like a calm, on all sides; so that the hyperboles of poets were flat and tame to express what then existed; as that
He also tried to create a calendar, not perfectly accurate, but with some scientific knowledge. During Romulus's reign, they let their months run on without any fixed or equal length; some had twenty days, others thirty-five, and some even more. They had no understanding of the differences between the sun and moon's movements; they only followed the one rule that the entire year totaled three hundred and sixty days. Numa, noticing the difference between the lunar and solar years was eleven days—since the moon completes its cycle in three hundred and fifty-four days, and the sun in three hundred and sixty-five—decided to fix this discrepancy by doubling those eleven days and adding an extra month, called Mercedinus, after February, which had twenty-two days. However, this fix needed further adjustments over time. He also changed the order of the months; he moved March, which was considered first, to third place; January, which had been eleventh, became the first; and February, originally the twelfth, became the second. Many believe it was also Numa who added the two months of January and February, as originally there had only been ten months in a year. There are some barbarian cultures that count only three months; the Arcadians in Greece had four; and the Acarnanians had six. The Egyptians initially had a one-month year, then four. Despite living in one of the newer regions, they are credited with being one of the oldest nations, counting an enormous number of years in their genealogies, treating months as years. The Romans initially understood the whole year to consist of ten months, not twelve, as is clear from the name of the last month, December, meaning the tenth month, and it’s also evident that March was the first because the fifth month after it was called Quintilis, and the sixth was Sextilis, and so on. If January and February had been before March in that count, Quintilis would have been named fifth but numbered as seventh. It made sense for March, dedicated to Mars, to be Romulus’s first month, and April, named after Venus or Aphrodite, to be the second; in April, they sacrifice to Venus, and women bathe on the first day of the month with myrtle wreaths on their heads. However, some argue against the origin of April coming from Aphrodite, instead saying it comes from the Latin word aperio, meaning to open, because this month marks the height of spring, which opens and reveals buds and flowers. The next month is May, named after Maia, the mother of Mercury, who is sacred to that month; then comes June, named after Juno; although some say they derive the names from the two age groups, with majores referring to older men and juniores for younger men. The other months were named according to their order; the fifth was called Quintilis, the sixth was Sextilis, and the others were named September, October, November, and December. Later, Quintilis was renamed Julius after Caesar, who defeated Pompey, and Sextilis was called Augustus, after the second Caesar. Domitian also named the next two months after himself, Germanicus and Domitianus, but after his assassination, they reverted to the original names of September and October. The last two months have retained their names without any change. The months that Numa added or rearranged included February, which comes from februa, meaning the month of purification; during this month, they make offerings to the dead and celebrate Lupercalia, which resembles a purification ritual. January was named after Janus and was placed before March, dedicated to Mars, perhaps to emphasize that the arts of peace should be prioritized over those of war. Janus, whether a demi-god or a king in ancient history, was known for promoting civil and social unity, guiding people away from their savage ways; hence, he is depicted with two faces, symbolizing the two states he transitioned humanity from. His temple in Rome has two gates, called the gates of war, which are open during wars and closed during times of peace; though that peace was rare because as the Roman Empire expanded, it became surrounded by hostile nations, rarely achieving lasting peace. Only during the time of Augustus Caesar, after his victory over Antony, was the temple closed; it was also briefly closed when Marcus Atilius and Titus Manlius were consuls, but it wasn’t long before wars erupted and the gates were opened again. However, during Numa's reign, those gates were never open for even a day and remained shut for a continuous forty-three years; such a comprehensive and universal end to war existed then. Not only had the people of Rome become peaceful due to the fair and gentle leadership of a prince dedicated to peace, but even the neighboring cities felt a refreshing change, sharing in the collective desire for the blessings of peace and order and for lives devoted to peaceful farming, raising children, and worshiping the gods. Festivals, games, and the safe and peaceful exchange of friendly visits and hospitality thrived throughout all of Italy. The love of virtue and justice flowed from Numa’s wisdom like a fountain, and the calmness of his spirit spread out in waves, making the exaggerated claims of poets seem dull and tame compared to what then existed; as that
Over the iron shield the spiders hang their threads,
Over the iron shield, the spiders drop their threads,
or that
or that
Rust eats the pointed spear and double-edged sword.
No more is heard the trumpet’s brazen roar,
Sweet sleep is banished from our eyes no more.
Rust consumes the sharp spear and the double-edged sword.
The trumpet’s loud blast is no longer heard,
Peaceful sleep is no longer kept from our eyes.
For, during the whole reign of Numa, there was neither war, nor sedition, nor innovation in the state, nor any envy or ill-will to his person, nor plot or conspiracy from views of ambition. Either fear of the gods that were thought to watch over him, or reverence for his virtue, or a divine felicity of fortune that in his days preserved human innocence, made his reign, by whatever means, a living example and verification of that saying which Plato, long afterwards, ventured to pronounce, that the sole and only hope of respite or remedy for human evils was in some happy conjunction of events, which should unite in a single person the power of a king and the wisdom of a philosopher, so as to elevate virtue to control and mastery over vice. The wise man is blessed in himself, and blessed also are the auditors who can hear and receive those words which flow from his mouth; and perhaps, too, there is no need of compulsion or menaces to affect the multitude, for the mere sight itself of a shining and conspicuous example of virtue in the life of their prince will bring them spontaneously to virtue, and to a conformity with that blameless and blessed life of good will and mutual concord, supported by temperance and justice, which is the highest benefit that human means can confer; and he is the truest ruler who can best introduce it into the hearts and practice of his subjects. It is the praise of Numa that no one seems ever to have discerned this so clearly as he.
During Numa's entire reign, there was no war, no civil unrest, no changes in the state, no jealousy or animosity towards him, and no plots or conspiracies driven by ambition. Whether it was due to fear of the gods believed to protect him, respect for his character, or a fortunate divine blessing that preserved human innocence during his time, his reign became a living testament to Plato's later assertion that the only hope for alleviating human suffering lies in a fortunate combination of events that brings together the power of a ruler and the wisdom of a philosopher, thus allowing virtue to dominate over vice. A wise person finds personal blessings, and those who listen to their words are equally blessed; perhaps there’s no need for pressure or threats to sway the masses, as the mere presence of a shining example of virtue in their leader's life will naturally inspire them towards goodness and a harmonious community, supported by moderation and justice, which is the greatest benefit that humanity can achieve. The truest leader is the one who can instill this in the hearts and actions of their people. It is a testament to Numa that no one seemed to understand this as clearly as he did.
As to his children and wives, there is a diversity of reports by several authors; some will have it that he never had any other wife than Tatia, nor more children than one daughter called Pompilia; others will have it that he left also four sons, namely, Pompo, Pinus, Calpus, and Mamercus, every one of whom had issue, and from them descended the noble and illustrious families of Pomponii, Pinarii, Calpurnii, and Mamerci, which for this reason took also the surname of Rex, or King. But there is a third set of writers who say that these pedigrees are but a piece of flattery used by writers, who, to gain favor with these great families, made them fictitious genealogies from the lineage of Numa; and that Pompilia was not the daughter of Tatia, but Lucretia, another wife whom he married after he came to his kingdom; however, all of them agree in opinion that she was married to the son of that Marcius who persuaded him to accept the government, and accompanied him to Rome where, as a mark of honor, he was chosen into the senate, and, after the death of Numa, standing in competition with Tullus Hostilius for the kingdom, and being disappointed of the election, in discontent killed himself; his son Marcius, however, who had married Pompilia, continuing at Rome, was the father of Ancus Marcius, who succeeded Tullus Hostilius in the kingdom, and was but five years of age when Numa died.
Regarding his children and wives, there are different accounts from various authors; some claim that he had no other wife besides Tatia and only one daughter named Pompilia. Others say he also had four sons: Pompo, Pinus, Calpus, and Mamercus, each of whom had descendants, leading to the noble and distinguished families of Pomponii, Pinarii, Calpurnii, and Mamerci, who also took the surname Rex, or King. However, a third group of writers argues that these family trees are merely flattering fabrications by authors who, in order to win favor with these prominent families, created false genealogies linking them to the lineage of Numa; they assert that Pompilia was not Tatia's daughter but rather Lucretia, another wife he married after he became king. Nonetheless, everyone agrees that she was married to the son of Marcius, who convinced him to take the throne and went with him to Rome, where he was honored by being chosen for the senate. After Numa's death, he competed with Tullus Hostilius for the throne but, disappointed by the outcome, took his own life. His son Marcius, who married Pompilia, remained in Rome and was the father of Ancus Marcius, who succeeded Tullus Hostilius as king and was only five years old when Numa died.
Numa lived something above eighty years, and then, as Piso writes, was not taken out of the world by a sudden or acute disease, but died of old age and by a gradual and gentle decline. At his funeral all the glories of his life were consummated, when all the neighboring states in alliance and amity with Rome met to honor and grace the rites of his interment with garlands and public presents; the senators carried the bier on which his corpse was laid, and the priests followed and accompanied the solemn procession; while a general crowd, in which women and children took part, followed with such cries and weeping as if they had bewailed the death and loss of some most dear relation taken away in the flower of age, and not of an old and worn-out king. It is said that his body, by his particular command, was not burnt, but that they made, in conformity with his order, two stone coffins, and buried both under the hill Janiculum, in one of which his body was laid, and in the other his sacred books, which, as the Greek legislators their tables, he had written out for himself, but had so long inculcated the contents of them, whilst he lived, into the minds and hearts of the priests, that their understandings became fully possessed with the whole spirit and purpose of them; and he, therefore, bade that they should be buried with his body, as though such holy precepts could not without irreverence be left to circulate in mere lifeless writings. For this very reason, they say, the Pythagoreans bade that their precepts should not be committed to paper, but rather preserved in the living memories of those who were worthy to receive them; and when some of their out-of-the-way and abstruse geometrical processes had been divulged to an unworthy person, they said the gods threatened to punish this wickedness and profanity by a signal and wide-spreading calamity. With these several instances, concurring to show a similarity in the lives of Numa and Pythagoras, we may easily pardon those who seek to establish the fact of a real acquaintance between them.
Numa lived for over eighty years, and according to Piso, he didn't leave the world due to a sudden or severe illness; instead, he passed away from old age, experiencing a slow and gentle decline. At his funeral, all the achievements of his life were celebrated, as representatives from neighboring states allied with Rome came to honor and participate in his burial rites with flowers and gifts. The senators carried the bier that held his body, followed by priests who accompanied the solemn procession. A large crowd, including women and children, followed with cries and tears as if mourning the loss of a beloved family member taken too soon, rather than an old and tired king. It is said that, at his request, his body was not cremated; instead, they created two stone coffins, in accordance with his wishes, and buried both on the Janiculum hill—one containing his body and the other his sacred books. He had written these books for himself, much like Greek legislators did with their tables, and throughout his life, he had so deeply instilled their teachings in the minds and hearts of the priests that they fully understood their essence and purpose. Therefore, he requested that the books be buried with him, believing such holy teachings should not be left to simply exist as lifeless written texts. For this very reason, it is said that the Pythagoreans insisted their teachings should not be written down but instead preserved in the living memories of those deemed worthy to receive them. When some of their complex geometrical concepts were revealed to an unworthy individual, they claimed the gods threatened to punish this wrongdoing with a significant and widespread disaster. These various instances showing a similarity between the lives of Numa and Pythagoras make it easy to forgive those who seek to prove a real connection between them.
Valerius Antias writes that the books which were buried in the aforesaid chest or coffin of stone were twelve volumes of holy writ and twelve others of Greek philosophy, and that about four hundred years afterwards, when P. Cornelius and M. Baebius were consuls, in a time of heavy rains, a violent torrent washed away the earth, and dislodged the chests of stone; and, their covers falling off, one of them was found wholly empty, without the least relic of any human body; in the other were the books before mentioned, which the praetor Petilius having read and perused, made oath in the senate, that, in his opinion, it was not fit for their contents to be made public to the people; whereupon the volumes were all carried to the Comitium, and there burnt.
Valerius Antias writes that the books buried in the aforementioned stone chest or coffin included twelve volumes of holy scripture and twelve others on Greek philosophy. About four hundred years later, during a time of heavy rains when P. Cornelius and M. Baebius were consuls, a violent flood eroded the ground and dislodged the stone chests. When their lids fell off, one was found completely empty, without any trace of a human body. The other contained the previously mentioned books, which praetor Petilius read and examined. He swore in the senate that, in his opinion, it was inappropriate for their contents to be made public. As a result, all the volumes were taken to the Comitium and burned.
It is the fortune of all good men that their virtue rises in glory after their deaths, and that the envy which evil men conceive against them never outlives them long; some have the happiness even to see it die before them; but in Numa’s case, also, the fortunes of the succeeding kings served as foils to set off the brightness of his reputation. For after him there were five kings, the last of whom ended his old age in banishment, being deposed from his crown; of the other four, three were assassinated and murdered by treason; the other, who was Tullus Hostilius, that immediately succeeded Numa, derided his virtues, and especially his devotion to religious worship, as a cowardly and mean- spirited occupation, and diverted the minds of the people to war; but was checked in these youthful insolences, and was himself driven by an acute and tormenting disease into superstitions wholly different from Numa’s piety, and left others also to participate in these terrors when he died by the stroke of a thunderbolt.
It's a blessing for all good people that their virtue shines even brighter after they pass away, and that the jealousy of bad people they inspire doesn’t last long; some are even fortunate enough to see it fade before they die. In the case of Numa, the fortunes of the kings who came after him highlighted the greatness of his reputation. After him, there were five kings, with the last one ending his old age in exile after being overthrown; of the other four, three were assassinated through treachery. The remaining one, Tullus Hostilius, who succeeded Numa right away, mocked his virtues and especially his dedication to religious worship, calling it a cowardly and lowly pursuit, and turned the people's attention to war. However, he was eventually humbled by a painful and torturous illness that led him to superstitions vastly different from Numa’s piety, and he left others to share in these fears when he died from being struck by a thunderbolt.
COMPARISON OF NUMA WITH LYCURGUS
Having thus finished the lives of Lycurgus and Numa, we shall now, though the work be difficult, put together their points of difference as they lie here before our view. Their points of likeness are obvious; their moderation, their religion, their capacity of government and discipline, their both deriving their laws and constitutions from the gods. Yet in their common glories there are circumstances of diversity; for, first, Numa accepted and Lycurgus resigned a kingdom; Numa received without desiring it, Lycurgus had it and gave it up; the one from a private person and a stranger was raised by others to be their king, the other from the condition of a prince voluntarily descended to the state of privacy. It was glorious to acquire a throne by justice, yet more glorious to prefer justice before a throne; the same virtue which made the one appear worthy of regal power exalted the other to the disregard of it. Lastly, as musicians tune their harps, so the one let down the high-flown spirits of the people at Rome to a lower key, as the other screwed them up at Sparta to a higher note, when they were sunken low by dissoluteness and riot. The harder task was that of Lycurgus; for it was not so much his business to persuade his citizens to put off their armor or ungird their swords, as to cast away their gold or silver, and abandon costly furniture and rich tables; nor was it necessary to preach to them, that, laying aside their arms, they should observe the festivals, and sacrifice to the gods, but rather, that, giving up feasting and drinking, they should employ their time in laborious and martial exercises; so that while the one effected all by persuasions and his people’s love for him, the other, with danger and hazard of his person, scarcely in the end succeeded. Numa’s muse was a gentle and loving inspiration, fitting him well to turn and soothe his people into peace and justice out of their violent and fiery tempers; whereas, if we must admit the treatment of the Helots to be a part of Lycurgus’s legislations, a most cruel and iniquitous proceeding, we must own that Numa was by a great deal the more humane and Greek-like legislator, granting even to actual slaves a license to sit at meat with their masters at the feast of Saturn, that they, also, might have some taste and relish of the sweets of liberty. For this custom, too, is ascribed to Numa, whose wish was, they conceive, to give a place in the enjoyment of the yearly fruits of the soil to those who had helped to produce them. Others will have it to be in remembrance of the age of Saturn, when there was no distinction between master and slave, but all lived as brothers and as equals in a condition of equality.
Having finished the lives of Lycurgus and Numa, we will now, despite the difficulty, outline their differences as we see them. Their similarities are clear: their moderation, their spirituality, their ability to govern and maintain order, and both drew their laws and constitutions from the divine. However, within their shared greatness, there are notable differences; for starters, Numa accepted the role of king while Lycurgus gave up his. Numa was elevated to kingship by others without seeking it, while Lycurgus voluntarily stepped down from a royal position to live a private life. It is admirable to gain a throne through justice, but even greater to choose justice over a throne; the same virtue that made one deserving of royal authority uplifted the other in his indifference toward it. Lastly, just as musicians tune their instruments, one lowered the inflated spirits of the people in Rome, while the other raised the spirits in Sparta when they had sunk into debauchery and chaos. Lycurgus faced a tougher challenge; it wasn’t just about convincing his citizens to lay down their arms but also to discard their gold and silver and give up lavish furniture and dining. It wasn’t enough to remind them to celebrate and sacrifice to the gods; instead, he had to push them to forgo feasting and drinking in favor of hard work and military training. Thus, while Numa achieved everything through persuasion and the love of his people, Lycurgus, at great personal risk, barely succeeded in the end. Numa’s approach was gentle and nurturing, making him well-suited to guide his people towards peace and justice despite their fiery tempers. In contrast, if we consider the treatment of the Helots as part of Lycurgus’s laws, which was quite cruel and unjust, we must acknowledge that Numa was a far more humane and Greek-like legislator. He even allowed actual slaves to sit at the table with their masters during the feast of Saturn, so they could also enjoy a taste of freedom. This custom is also attributed to Numa, who wanted to allow those who contributed to the harvest to partake in the yearly fruits of the land. Some believe it was to commemorate the age of Saturn when there were no divisions between masters and slaves, and everyone lived as equals and brothers.
In general, it seems that both aimed at the same design and intent, which was to bring their people to moderation and frugality; but, of other virtues, the one set his affection most on fortitude, and the other on justice; unless we will attribute their different ways to the different habits and temperaments which they had to work upon by their enactments; for Numa did not out of cowardice or fear affect peace, but because he would not be guilty of injustice; nor did Lycurgus promote a spirit of war in his people that they might do injustice to others, but that they might protect themselves by it.
Overall, it seems that both aimed for the same goal and purpose, which was to encourage their people to be moderate and frugal; however, one focused more on courage while the other emphasized justice. Unless we attribute their different approaches to the varying habits and temperaments they had to work with through their laws; for Numa didn’t promote peace out of cowardice or fear, but because he wanted to avoid being unjust; nor did Lycurgus foster a warrior spirit in his people so they could harm others, but rather to ensure they could defend themselves.
In bringing the habits they formed in their people to a just and happy mean, mitigating them where they exceeded, and strengthening them where they were deficient, both were compelled to make great innovations. The frame of government which Numa formed was democratic and popular to the last extreme, goldsmiths and flute-players and shoemakers constituting his promiscuous, many-colored commonalty. Lycurgus was rigid and aristocratical, banishing all the base and mechanic arts to the company of servants and strangers, and allowing the true citizens no implements but the spear and shield, the trade of war only, and the service of Mars, and no other knowledge or study but that of obedience to their commanding officers, and victory over their enemies. Every sort of money-making was forbid them as freemen; and to make them thoroughly so and to keep them so through their whole lives, every conceivable concern with money was handed over, with the cooking and the waiting at table, to slaves and helots. But Numa made none of these distinctions; he only suppressed military rapacity, allowing free scope to every other means of obtaining wealth; nor did he endeavor to do away with inequality in this respect, but permitted riches to be amassed to any extent, and paid no attention to the gradual and continual augmentation and influx of poverty; which it was his business at the outset, whilst there was as yet no great disparity in the estates of men, and whilst people still lived much in one manner, to obviate, as Lycurgus did, and take measures of precaution against the mischiefs of avarice, mischiefs not of small importance, but the real seed and first beginning of all the great and extensive evils of after times. The re-division of estates, Lycurgus is not, it seems to me, to be blamed for making, nor Numa for omitting; this equality was the basis and foundation of the one commonwealth; but at Rome, where the lands had been lately divided, there was nothing to urge any re-division or any disturbance of the first arrangement, which was probably still in existence.
In bringing the habits they developed in their societies to a fair and happy balance, correcting them where they went too far and reinforcing them where they were weak, both were forced to make significant changes. The government structure that Numa created was extremely democratic and inclusive, including goldsmiths, flute players, and shoemakers as part of his diverse community. In contrast, Lycurgus was strict and aristocratic, excluding all lowly and manual trades, leaving only soldiers as true citizens, who had no tools besides the spear and shield, focusing solely on warfare and obeying their leaders, with no other studies or knowledge allowed. Making money was forbidden for them as free citizens; to keep them truly free throughout their lives, all financial matters, including cooking and serving food, were handed over to slaves and helots. Numa, however, made no such distinctions; he only curtailed military greed, allowing for other ways to generate wealth. He didn't attempt to eliminate inequality in this regard, permitting the accumulation of wealth to any extent and ignoring the ongoing and gradual rise of poverty. It was his responsibility from the beginning, while no significant disparity existed in people's possessions and they still lived similarly, to address the problems of greed, which were not trivial but rather the real source of all major and widespread issues that would come later. I don't think Lycurgus should be criticized for creating a redistribution of property, nor should Numa for not doing so; this equality was the foundation of one commonwealth. But in Rome, where the lands had recently been divided, there was no reason for any redistribution or disruption of the initial arrangement, which likely still stood.
With respect to wives and children, and that community which both, with a sound policy, appointed, to prevent all jealousy, their methods, however, were different. For when a Roman thought himself to have a sufficient number of children, in case his neighbor who had none should come and request his wife of him, he had a lawful power to give her up to him who desired her, either for a certain time, or for good. The Lacedaemonian husband on the other hand, might allow the use of his wife to any other that desired to have children by her, and yet still keep her in his house, the original marriage obligation still subsisting as at first. Nay, many husbands, as we have said, would invite men whom they thought like]y to procure them fine and good-looking children into their houses. What is the difference, then, between the two customs? Shall we say that the Lacedaemonian system is one of an extreme and entire unconcern about their wives, and would cause most people endless disquiet and annoyance with pangs and jealousies? The Roman course wears an air of a more delicate acquiescence, draws the veil of a new contract over the change, and concedes the general insupportableness of mere community? Numa’s directions, too, for the care of young women are better adapted to the female sex and to propriety; Lycurgus’s are altogether unreserved and unfeminine, and have given a great handle to the poets, who call them (Ibycus, for example) Phaenomerides, bare- thighed; and give them the character (as does Euripides) of being wild after husbands;
Regarding wives and children, the two societies had different approaches to managing relationships and preventing jealousy. In ancient Rome, if a man felt he had enough children, he could legally give his wife to a neighbor who didn’t have any, either temporarily or permanently. In contrast, a Spartan husband might allow another man to have children with his wife while still keeping her in his household, maintaining the original marriage obligations. In fact, many Spartan husbands would invite men they believed could father attractive and healthy children into their homes. So, what’s the difference between these two customs? Should we say that the Spartan approach reflects a complete indifference towards their wives, potentially leading to endless jealousy and distress? The Roman method suggests a more refined acceptance, masking the change under a new contract and acknowledging the burdens of mere communal living. Numa’s guidelines for the care of young women are more suited to women and the idea of propriety, while Lycurgus’s rules are far less reserved and lack feminine consideration, giving poets—like Ibycus the Phaenomerides, known for their bare thighs—a lot to work with, portraying them—just as Euripides does—as being wild in their quest for husbands.
These with the young men from the house go out,
With thighs that show, and robes that fly about.
These young men from the house go out,
With bare thighs and flowing robes.
For in fact the skirts of the frock worn by unmarried girls were not sewn together at the lower part, but used to fly back and show the whole thigh bare as they walked. The thing is most distinctly given by Sophocles.
For unmarried girls, the skirts of their dresses weren't stitched at the bottom, so they would flap open and expose their thighs as they walked. This detail is clearly described by Sophocles.
—She, also, the young maid,
Whose frock, no robe yet o’er it laid,
Folding back, leaves her bare thigh free,
Hermione.
—She, too, the young maid,
Whose dress, not covered yet,
Folding back, leaves her bare thigh exposed,
Hermione.
And so their women, it is said, were bold and masculine, overbearing to their husbands in the first place, absolute mistresses in their houses, giving their opinions about public matters freely, and speaking openly even on the most important subjects. But the matrons, under the government of Numa, still indeed received from their husbands all that high respect and honor which had been paid them under Romulus as a sort of atonement for the violence done to them; nevertheless, great modesty was enjoined upon them; all busy intermeddling forbidden, sobriety insisted on, and silence made habitual. Wine they were not to touch at all, nor to speak, except in their husband’s company, even on the most ordinary subjects. So that once when a woman had the confidence to plead her own cause in a court of judicature, the senate, it is said, sent to inquire of the oracle what the prodigy did portend; and, indeed, their general good behavior and submissiveness is justly proved by the record of those that were otherwise; for as the Greek historians record in their annals the names of those who first unsheathed the sword of civil war, or murdered their brothers, or were parricides, or killed their mothers, so the Roman writers report it as the first example, that Spurius Carvilius divorced his wife, being a case that never before happened, in the space of two hundred and thirty years from the foundation of the city; and that one Thalaea, the wife of Pinarius, had a quarrel (the first instance of the kind) with her mother-in-law, Gegania, in the reign of Tarquinius Superbus; so successful was the legislator in securing order and good conduct in the marriage relation. Their respective regulations for marrying the young women are in accordance with those for their education. Lycurgus made them brides when they were of full age and inclination for it. Intercourse, where nature was thus consulted, would produce, he thought, love and tenderness, instead of the dislike and fear attending an unnatural compulsion; and their bodies, also, would be better able to bear the trials of breeding and of bearing children, in his judgment the one end of marriage. Astolos chiton, the under garment, frock, or tunic, without anything, either himation or peplus, over it.
And so, it is said that their women were bold and assertive, domineering towards their husbands, being the absolute rulers of their homes, expressing their opinions on public issues freely, and discussing even the most important topics openly. However, during Numa's rule, the matron received from their husbands all the respect and honor that had been afforded to them under Romulus as a sort of compensation for the wrongs done to them; still, they were expected to maintain great modesty, with all interference prohibited, sobriety emphasized, and silence encouraged. They weren’t allowed to touch wine at all, nor speak unless in the company of their husbands, even about the most mundane topics. In fact, there was an occasion when a woman had the audacity to represent herself in court, and the senate supposedly sent to inquire of the oracle what that odd occurrence meant; indeed, their generally good behavior and submissiveness is well supported by records of those who acted otherwise. Just as Greek historians note the names of those who first drew swords for civil war, committed fratricide, or perpetrated parricide, Roman writers mention Spurius Carvilius as the first to divorce his wife, which had never occurred in the two hundred thirty years since the city was founded; and one Thalaea, the wife of Pinarius, had a dispute (the first of its kind) with her mother-in-law, Gegania, during the reign of Tarquinius Superbus. This indicates how effective the lawmaker was in maintaining order and proper conduct in marriage. Their regulations regarding the marriage of young women were consistent with their education. Lycurgus married them off when they were of appropriate age and readiness. He believed that natural circumstances would foster love and affection rather than the aversion and fear that came with forced arrangements, and in his view, their bodies would be better prepared to handle the challenges of childbirth, which he saw as the primary purpose of marriage. Astolos chiton, the undergarment, frock, or tunic, was worn without any outer garment, whether himation or peplus, over it.
The Romans, on the other hand, gave their daughters in marriage as early as twelve years old, or even under; thus they thought their bodies alike and minds would be delivered to the future husband pure and undefiled. The way of Lycurgus seems the more natural with a view to the birth of children; the other, looking to a life to be spent together, is more moral. However, the rules which Lycurgus drew up for superintendence of children, their collection into companies, their discipline and association, as also his exact regulations for their meals, exercises, and sports, argue Numa no more than an ordinary lawgiver. Numa left the whole matter simply to be decided by the parent’s wishes or necessities; he might, if he pleased, make his son a husbandman or carpenter, coppersmith or musician; as if it were of no importance for them to be directed and trained up from the beginning to one and the same common end, or as though it would do for them to be like passengers on shipboard, brought thither each for his own ends and by his own choice, uniting to act for the common good only in time of danger upon occasion of their private fears, in general looking simply to their own interest.
The Romans, on the other hand, married off their daughters as early as twelve years old, or even younger; they believed that their bodies and minds would be given to their future husbands pure and untainted. The approach of Lycurgus appears more natural when considering the birth of children; the other method, focused on living together, is more moral. However, the rules that Lycurgus established for overseeing children, organizing them into groups, their training and interactions, as well as his specific standards for their meals, exercises, and games, suggest that Numa was no more than an average lawgiver. Numa left the entire situation to be determined by the parents' wishes or needs; he could, if he wanted, make his son a farmer, carpenter, metalworker, or musician; as if it didn’t matter that they should be guided and trained from the start toward the same common goal, or as if it was acceptable for them to act like passengers on a ship, coming aboard each for their own reasons and by their own choices, only coming together for the common good in times of danger when their individual fears arose, generally looking out for their own interests.
We may forbear, indeed, to blame common legislators, who may be deficient in power or knowledge. But when a wise man like Numa had received the sovereignty over a new and docile people, was there any thing that would better deserve his attention than the education of children, and the training up of the young, not to contrariety and discordance of character, but to the unity of the common model of virtue, to which from their cradle they should have been formed and molded? One benefit among many that Lycurgus obtained by his course was the permanence which it secured to his laws. The obligation of oaths to preserve them would have availed but little, if he had not, by discipline and education, infused them into the children’s characters, and imbued their whole early life with a love of his government. The result was that the main points and fundamentals of his legislation continued for above five hundred years, like some deep and thoroughly ingrained tincture, retaining their hold upon the nation. But Numa’s whole design and aim, the continuance of peace and good-will, on his death vanished with him; no sooner did he expire his last breath than the gates of Janus’s temple flew wide open, and, as if war had, indeed, been kept and caged up within those walls, it rushed forth to fill all Italy with blood and slaughter; and thus that best and justest fabric of things was of no long continuance, because it wanted that cement which should have kept all together, education. What, then, some may say, has not Rome been advanced and bettered by her wars? A question that will need a long answer, if it is to be one to satisfy men who take the better to consist in riches, luxury, and dominion, rather than in security, gentleness, and that independence which is accompanied by justice. However, it makes much for Lycurgus, that, after the Romans deserted the doctrine and discipline of Numa, their empire grew and their power increased so much; whereas so soon as the Lacedaemonians fell from the institutions of Lycurgus, they sank from the highest to the lowest state, and, after forfeiting their supremacy over the rest of Greece, were themselves in danger of absolute extirpation. Thus much, meantime, was peculiarly signal and almost divine in the circumstances of Numa, that he was an alien, and yet courted to come and accept a kingdom, the frame of which though he entirely altered, yet he performed it by mere persuasion, and ruled a city that as yet had scarce become one city, without recurring to arms or any violence (such as Lycurgus used, supporting himself by the aid of the nobler citizens against the commonalty), but, by mere force of wisdom and justice, established union and harmony amongst all.
We might hold back from criticizing ordinary lawmakers, who might lack power or knowledge. But when a wise leader like Numa took charge of a new and obedient people, what could be more important for him than educating children and training the young not to be conflicting and discordant, but to embody a common standard of virtue that they should have been shaped by since birth? One of the many benefits Lycurgus gained from his approach was the lasting nature of his laws. The requirement for oaths to uphold them wouldn’t have meant much if he hadn't instilled them into the children's character through discipline and education, filling their early lives with a love for his governance. The result was that the core principles of his legislation lasted for over five hundred years, like a deep and ingrained dye, persistently influencing the nation. However, Numa's entire intention of maintaining peace and goodwill vanished with his death; as soon as he took his last breath, the gates of Janus’s temple swung wide open, and, as if war had been contained within those walls, it burst forth to fill all of Italy with bloodshed. Thus, that best and most just arrangement collapsed quickly because it lacked the bond of education to hold everything together. Some might ask, hasn’t Rome progressed and improved through its wars? That’s a question that requires a lengthy answer if it’s meant to satisfy those who believe that success lies in wealth, luxury, and power rather than in security, kindness, and the independence that comes with justice. Nevertheless, it’s significant for Lycurgus that after the Romans abandoned the teachings and practices of Numa, their empire expanded and their power grew tremendously; while the moment the Lacedaemonians moved away from Lycurgus's institutions, they fell from being the strongest to the weakest, losing their dominance over Greece and facing the risk of total destruction. In particular, there was something remarkable and almost divine about Numa's situation: he was an outsider, yet he was invited to come and accept a kingdom, which he completely transformed, yet did so solely by persuasion, leading a city that had hardly become a true city without resorting to arms or violence (as Lycurgus did, relying on the support of the nobler citizens against the common people), but through sheer wisdom and justice, he established unity and harmony among all.
SOLON
Didymus, the grammarian, in his answer to Asclepiades concerning Solon’s Tables of Law, mentions a passage of one Philocles, who states that Solon’s father’s name was Euphorion, contrary to the opinion of all others who have written concerning him; for they generally agree that he was the son of Execestides, a man of moderate wealth and power in the city, but of a most noble stock, being descended from Codrus; his mother, as Heraclides Ponticus affirms, was cousin to Pisistratus’s mother, and the two at first were great friends, partly because they were akin, and partly because of Pisistratus’s noble qualities and beauty. And they say Solon loved him; and that is the reason, I suppose, that when afterwards they differed about the government, their enmity never produced any hot and violent passion, they remembered their old kindnesses, and retained—
Didymus, the grammarian, in his response to Asclepiades about Solon’s Tables of Law, mentions a statement by Philocles, who claims that Solon’s father's name was Euphorion. This goes against what everyone else has said, as they generally agree that he was the son of Execestides, a man of moderate wealth and influence in the city, but from a very noble lineage, being descended from Codrus. His mother, as Heraclides Ponticus points out, was a cousin to Pisistratus’s mother, and the two were initially close friends, partly due to their family connection and partly because of Pisistratus’s noble traits and good looks. It's said that Solon had feelings for him; and that’s probably why, when they later disagreed about the government, their rivalry never turned into extreme hostility. They remembered their past friendship and maintained—
Still in its embers living the strong fire
Still in its embers, the strong fire lives on.
of their love and dear affection. For that Solon was not proof against beauty, nor of courage to stand up to passion and meet it,
of their love and deep affection. Because Solon wasn't immune to beauty, nor did he have the courage to resist passion and confront it,
Hand to hand as in the ring—
Hand in hand as in the ring—
we may conjecture by his poems, and one of his laws, in which there are practices forbidden to slaves, which he would appear, therefore, to recommend to freemen. Pisistratus, it is stated, was similarly attached to one Charmus; he it was who dedicated the figure of Love in the Academy, where the runners in the sacred torch-race light their torches. Solon, as Hermippus writes, when his father had ruined his estate in doing benefits and kindnesses to other men, though he had friends enough that were willing to contribute to his relief, yet was ashamed to be beholden to others, since he was descended from a family who were accustomed to do kindnesses rather than receive them; and therefore applied himself to merchandise in his youth; though others assure us that he traveled rather to get learning and experience than to make money. It is certain that he was a lover of knowledge, for when he was old he would say, that he
we can guess from his poems and one of his laws, which has practices that are forbidden to slaves, but seems to recommend them to free men. It's said that Pisistratus had a similar connection to a man named Charmus; he dedicated the statue of Love in the Academy, where the runners in the sacred torch race light their torches. Solon, as Hermippus writes, when his father had ruined their wealth by helping others, even though he had plenty of friends willing to help him, felt embarrassed about being dependent on others since he came from a family that was used to giving rather than receiving. So, he focused on trade in his youth; although others claim he traveled mainly to gain knowledge and experience rather than to make money. It's clear he loved learning, because when he was older, he would say that he
Each day grew older, and learnt something new,
Each day passed by and learned something new,
and yet no admirer of riches, esteeming as equally wealthy the man,—
and yet no one who values riches, considering the man to be just as wealthy,—
Who hath both gold and silver in his hand,
Horses and mules, and acres of wheat-land,
And him whose all is decent food to eat,
Clothes to his back and shoes upon his feet,
And a young wife and child, since so ’twill be,
And no more years than will with that agree;—
Who has gold and silver in their hands,
Horses and mules, and fields of wheat,
And someone whose only possessions are good food to eat,
Clothes to wear and shoes on their feet,
And a young wife and child, since that's how it goes,
And no more years than that will allow;—
and in another place,—
and elsewhere,—
Wealth I would have, but wealth by wrong procure
I would not; justice, e’en if slow, is sure.
I want wealth, but I won't get it through dishonest means. Justice, even if it's slow, always prevails.
And it is perfectly possible for a good man and a statesman, without being solicitous for superfluities, to show some concern for competent necessaries. In his time, as Hesiod says, —“Work was a shame to none,” nor was any distinction made with respect to trade, but merchandise was a noble calling, which brought home the good things which the barbarous nations enjoyed, was the occasion of friendship with their kings, and a great source of experience. Some merchants have built great cities, as Protis, the founder of Massilia, to whom the Gauls near the Rhine were much attached. Some report also that Thales and Hippocrates the mathematician traded; and that Plato defrayed the charges of his travels by selling oil in Egypt. Solon’s softness and profuseness, his popular rather than philosophical tone about pleasure in his poems, have been ascribed to his trading life; for, having suffered a thousand dangers, it was natural they should be recompensed with some gratifications and enjoyments; but that he accounted himself rather poor than rich is evident from the lines,
And it's totally possible for a good person and a political leader, without worrying about excess, to care about essential needs. In his time, as Hesiod said, “Work was a shame to no one,” and there weren’t any distinctions concerning trade; commerce was a respected profession that brought back the good things enjoyed by barbarian nations, fostered friendships with their kings, and provided valuable experience. Some merchants built great cities, like Protis, the founder of Massilia, who was well-liked by the Gauls near the Rhine. Some also say that Thales and Hippocrates the mathematician were traders, and that Plato funded his travels by selling oil in Egypt. Solon’s gentleness and generosity, along with his more popular than philosophical view on pleasure in his poems, have been attributed to his life in trade; after experiencing countless dangers, it’s natural that he would seek some rewards and pleasures. However, it's clear from his lines that he considered himself more poor than rich.
Some wicked men are rich, some good are poor,
We will not change our virtue for their store;
Virtue’s a thing that none call take away,
But money changes owners all the day.
Some bad people are wealthy, and some good people are struggling,
We won’t compromise our integrity for their riches;
Virtue is something no one can take from you,
But money changes hands all the time.
At first he used his poetry only in trifles, not for any serious purpose, but simply to pass away his idle hours; but afterwards he introduced moral sentences and state matters, which he did, not to record them merely as an historian, but to justify his own actions, and sometimes to correct, chastise, and stir up the Athenians to noble performances. Some report that he designed to put his laws into heroic verse, and that they began thus,—
At first, he used his poetry for light matters, not for anything serious, but just to fill his free time; later, he started including moral lessons and political issues, not just to document them as a historian, but to justify his own actions and sometimes to admonish and motivate the Athenians to achieve greatness. Some say he intended to write his laws in heroic verse, starting like this,—
We humbly beg a blessing on our laws
From mighty Jove, and honor, and applause.
We respectfully ask for a blessing on our laws
From powerful Zeus, and for respect, and applause.
In philosophy, as most of the wise men then, he chiefly esteemed the political part of morals; in physics, he was very plain and antiquated, as appears by this,—
In philosophy, like most wise men of his time, he mainly valued the political aspect of ethics; in physics, he was quite straightforward and old-fashioned, as this shows—
It is the clouds that make the snow and hail,
And thunder comes from lightning without fail;
The sea is stormy when the winds have blown,
But it deals fairly when ’tis left alone.
It’s the clouds that create snow and hail,
And thunder follows lightning without fail;
The sea gets rough when the winds start to blow,
But it behaves nicely when it’s left alone.
And, indeed, it is probable that at that time Thales alone had raised philosophy above mere practice into speculation; and the rest of the wise men were so called from prudence in political concerns. It is said, that they had an interview at Delphi, and another at Corinth, by the procurement of Periander, who made a meeting for them, and a supper. But their reputation was chiefly raised by sending the tripod to them all, by their modest refusal, and complaisant yielding to one another. For, as the story goes, some of the Coans fishing with a net, some strangers, Milesians, bought the draught at a venture; the net brought up a golden tripod, which, they say, Helen, at her return from Troy, upon the remembrance of an old prophecy, threw in there. Now, the strangers at first contesting with the fishers about the tripod, and the cities espousing the quarrel so far as to engage themselves in a war, Apollo decided the controversy by commanding to present it to the wisest man; and first it was sent to Miletus to Thales, the Coans freely presenting him with that for which they fought against the whole body of the Milesians; but, Thales declaring Bias the wiser person, it was sent to him; from him to another; and so, going round them all, it came to Thales a second time; and, at last, being carried from Miletus to Thebes, was there dedicated to Apollo Ismenius. Theophrastus writes that it was first presented to Bias at Priene; and next to Thales at Miletus, and so through all it returned to Bias, and was afterwards sent to Delphi. This is the general report, only some, instead of a tripod, say this present was a cup sent by Croesus; others, a piece of plate that one Bathycles had left. It is stated, that Anacharsis and Solon, and Solon and Thales, were familiarly acquainted, and some have delivered parts of their discourse; for, they say, Anacharsis, coming to Athens, knocked at Solon’s door, and told him, that he, being a stranger, was come to be his guest, and contract a friendship with him; and Solon replying, “It is better to make friends at home,” Anacharsis replied, “Then you that are at home make friendship with me.” Solon, somewhat surprised at the readiness of the repartee, received him kindly, and kept him some time with him, being already engaged in public business and the compilation of his laws; which when Anacharsis understood, he laughed at him for imagining the dishonesty and covetousness of his countrymen could be restrained by written laws, which were like spiders’ webs, and would catch, it is true, the weak and poor, but easily be broken by the mighty and rich. To this Solon rejoined that men keep their promises when neither side can get anything by the breaking of them; and he would so fit his laws to the citizens, that all should understand it was more eligible to be just than to break the laws. But the event rather agreed with the conjecture of Anacharsis than Solon’s hope. Anacharsis, being once at the assembly, expressed his wonder at the fact that in Greece wise men spoke and fools decided.
And, in fact, it's likely that at that time Thales was the only one who elevated philosophy from mere practice to true speculation, while the other wise men were recognized mostly for their wisdom in political matters. It's said they met at Delphi and again at Corinth, thanks to Periander, who organized a meeting and dinner for them. Their reputation, however, mainly came from sending the tripod to each of them, modestly refusing it, and gracefully conceding to one another. As the story goes, some fishing in Coa with a net caught the attention of some strangers from Miletus, who bought the catch on a whim; the net retrieved a golden tripod, which they say Helen threw in there on her way back from Troy, recalling an old prophecy. Initially, the strangers clashed with the fishermen over the tripod, and the cities got involved to the extent of going to war over it. Apollo resolved the dispute by directing that it should be given to the wisest man. It was first sent to Thales in Miletus, the Coans generously offering it to him, despite their conflict with the Milesians over it. But Thales, recognizing Bias as the wiser one, passed it along to him; it continued circulating among them, eventually returning to Thales a second time. Ultimately, it was taken from Miletus to Thebes, where it was dedicated to Apollo Ismenius. Theophrastus writes that it was first given to Bias in Priene, then to Thales in Miletus, and ultimately cycled back to Bias before being sent to Delphi. This is the common account, though some say it was a cup sent by Croesus instead of a tripod, while others mention a piece of silverware left by someone named Bathycles. Anacharsis and Solon, as well as Solon and Thales, are said to have been on familiar terms, and snippets of their conversations have been shared; for instance, it's said that when Anacharsis arrived in Athens, he knocked on Solon's door and told him that, as a stranger, he had come to be his guest and form a friendship with him. Solon replied, "It's better to make friends with those at home," to which Anacharsis responded, "Then you at home should make friends with me." Surprised by his quick response, Solon welcomed him and hosted him for some time, as he was already occupied with public affairs and crafting his laws. When Anacharsis realized this, he laughed, thinking it was naive for Solon to believe the greed and dishonesty of his fellow citizens could be curbed by written laws, which he likened to spider webs that ensnare the weak and poor but can easily be torn apart by the powerful and rich. Solon retorted that people keep their promises when neither side benefits from breaking them; he would shape his laws so that everyone would understand that it was better to be just than to violate the laws. But, in reality, things turned out to align more with Anacharsis's perspective than Solon's hopes. Once, during a gathering, Anacharsis expressed his astonishment that in Greece wise men spoke while fools made the decisions.
Solon went, they say, to Thales at Miletus, and wondered that Thales took no care to get him a wife and children. To this, Thales made no answer for the present; but, a few days after, procured a stranger to pretend that he had left Athens ten days ago; and Solon inquiring what news there, the man, according to his instructions, replied, “None but a young man’s funeral, which the whole city attended; for he was the son, they said, of an honorable man, the most virtuous of the citizens, who was not then at home, but had been traveling a long time.” Solon replied, “What a miserable man is he! But what was his name?” “I have heard it,” says the man, “but have now forgotten it, only there was great talk of his wisdom and his justice.” Thus Solon was drawn on by every answer, and his fears heightened, till at last, being extremely concerned, he mentioned his own name, and asked the stranger if that young man was called Solon’s son; and the stranger assenting, he began to beat his head, and to do and say all that is usual with men in transports of grief. But Thales took his hand, and, with a smile, said, “These things, Solon, keep me from marriage and rearing children, which are too great for even your constancy to support; however, be not concerned at the report, for it is a fiction.” This Hermippus relates, from Pataecus, who boasted that he had Aesop’s soul.
Solon went to see Thales in Miletus and was surprised that Thales didn’t bother to help him find a wife and start a family. Thales didn’t respond right away, but a few days later, he arranged for a stranger to pretend that he had just come from Athens, where he had left ten days ago. When Solon asked for news from there, the man, following his instructions, replied, “Only the funeral of a young man, which the whole city attended; they said he was the son of a respected man, the most virtuous citizen, who wasn’t home and had been away for a long time.” Solon responded, “What a tragic situation for that man! But what was his name?” The man said, “I’ve heard it, but I’ve forgotten it now; there was a lot of talk about his wisdom and fairness.” Each answer pushed Solon’s worry further until, overwhelmed with concern, he asked if the young man was named Solon’s son. The stranger agreed, and Solon started to beat his head and act out all the expressions typical of deep grief. Thales then took his hand and, with a smile, said, “These situations, Solon, prevent me from marrying and raising kids, which are too much for even your strength to handle; however, don’t worry about the rumor, because it’s just a lie.” This is what Hermippus reports from Pataecus, who claimed to have Aesop’s soul.
However, it is irrational and poor-spirited not to seek conveniences for fear of losing them, for upon the same account we should not allow ourselves to like wealth, glory, or wisdom, since we may fear to be deprived of all these; nay, even virtue itself, than which there is no greater nor more desirable possession, is often suspended by sickness or drugs. Now Thales, though unmarried, could not be free from solicitude, unless he likewise felt no care for his friends, his kinsmen, or his country; yet we are told he adopted Cybisthus, his sister’s son. For the soul, having a principle of kindness in itself, and being born to love, as well as perceive, think, or remember, inclines and fixes upon some stranger, when a man has none of his own to embrace. And alien or illegitimate objects insinuate themselves into his affections, as into some estate that lacks lawful heirs; and with affection come anxiety and care; insomuch that you may see men that use the strongest language against the marriage-bed and the fruit of it, when some servant’s or concubine’s child is sick or dies, almost killed with grief, and abjectly lamenting. Some have given way to shameful and desperate sorrow at the loss of a dog or horse; others have borne the deaths of virtuous children without any extravagant or unbecoming grief; have passed the rest of their lives like men, and according to the principles of reason. It is not affection, it is weakness, that brings men, unarmed against fortune by reason, into these endless pains and terrors; and they indeed have not even the present enjoyment of what they dote upon, the possibility of the future loss causing them continual pangs, tremors, and distresses. We must not provide against the loss of wealth by poverty, or of friends by refusing all acquaintance, or of children by having none, but by morality and reason. But of this too much.
However, it’s irrational and low-spirited not to seek conveniences because of a fear of losing them. By that logic, we shouldn’t allow ourselves to appreciate wealth, fame, or wisdom since we might fear losing all of these too. In fact, even virtue, which is the greatest and most desirable possession, can be disrupted by illness or medication. Now, Thales, although he was unmarried, couldn’t be free from worry unless he also didn’t care about his friends, relatives, or his country; yet we know he adopted Cybisthus, his sister's son. The soul has an inherent kindness and is made to love, as well as to perceive, think, or remember. It will naturally reach out to someone else when a person has no close ones to embrace. Strangers or illegitimate ties can infiltrate a person’s affections, similar to a property without rightful heirs; and with this affection comes anxiety and concern. You may notice men who use harsh words against marriage and its offspring practically crushed with grief when a servant’s or concubine’s child is sick or dies, lamenting profoundly. Some have succumbed to shameful and desperate sorrow over the loss of a dog or horse; others have faced the deaths of good children without overwhelming or inappropriate grief, living the rest of their lives rationally and like reasonable men. It’s not love; it’s weakness that leaves people unprepared against fortune through rational thought, leading them into endless pain and fear. They don’t even enjoy what they obsess over, as the anxiety of potential loss brings them constant distress. We shouldn’t guard against the loss of wealth by living in poverty, or against losing friends by avoiding all relationships, or against the loss of children by not having any, but rather through morality and reason. But that’s enough about this.
Now, when the Athenians were tired with a tedious and difficult war that they conducted against the Megarians for the island Salamis, and made a law that it should be death for any man, by writing or speaking, to assert that the city ought to endeavor to recover it, Solon, vexed at the disgrace, and perceiving thousands of the youth wished for somebody to begin, but did not dare to stir first for fear of the law, counterfeited a distraction, and by his own family it was spread about the city that he was mad. He then secretly composed some elegiac verses, and getting them by heart, that it might seem extempore, ran out into the place with a cap upon his head, and, the people gathering about him, got upon the herald’s stand, and sang that elegy which begins thus:—
Now, when the Athenians were worn out from a long and tough war against the Megarians over the island of Salamis, they made a law stating that anyone who wrote or said that the city should try to regain it would face death. Solon, frustrated by this disgrace and noticing that many young people wanted someone to take the initiative but were too afraid to act first because of the law, pretended to be distracted. Through his family, it spread around the city that he had gone mad. He then secretly wrote some elegiac verses and memorized them so that it would seem spontaneous. He ran out into the public place wearing a cap on his head, and as the people gathered around him, he climbed onto the herald’s stand and sang the elegy that starts like this:—
I am a herald come from Salamis the fair,
My news from thence my verses shall declare.
I am a messenger from beautiful Salamis,
I will share my news through these verses.
The poem is called Salamis, it contains one hundred verses, very elegantly written; when it had been sung, his friends commended it, and especially Pisistratus exhorted the citizens to obey his directions; insomuch that they recalled the law, and renewed the war under Solon’s conduct. The popular tale is, that with Pisistratus he sailed to Colias, and, finding the women, according to the custom of the country there, sacrificing to Ceres, he sent a trusty friend to Salamis, who should pretend himself a renegade, and advise them, if they desired to seize the chief Athenian women, to come with him at once to Colias; the Megarians presently sent of men in the vessel with him; and Solon, seeing it put off from the island, commanded the women to be gone, and some beardless youths, dressed in their clothes, their shoes, and caps, and privately armed with daggers, to dance and play near the shore till the enemies had landed and the vessel was in their power. Things being thus ordered, the Megarians were allured with the appearance, and, coming to the shore, jumped out, eager who should first seize a prize, so that not one of them escaped; and the Athenians set sail for the island and took it.
The poem is called Salamis, and it has one hundred verses, written very elegantly; after it was sung, his friends praised it, and especially Pisistratus encouraged the citizens to follow his advice; as a result, they repealed the law and restarted the war under Solon’s leadership. The popular story is that he sailed to Colias with Pisistratus and, upon finding the women there sacrificing to Ceres as was customary, he sent a trusted friend to Salamis, who pretended to be a runaway and suggested that if they wanted to capture the prominent Athenian women, they should come with him immediately to Colias. The Megarians quickly sent men on the boat with him; and Solon, noticing it leave the island, instructed the women to leave, and to have some young, beardless boys dressed in their clothes, shoes, and caps, secretly armed with daggers, dance and play near the shore until the enemies landed and the vessel was in their control. With everything arranged this way, the Megarians were drawn in by the scene, and when they reached the shore, they jumped out, eager to be the first to grab a prize, so that not one of them escaped; the Athenians then set sail for the island and took it.
Others say that it was not taken this way, but that he first received this oracle from Delphi:
Others say that it wasn't received this way, but that he first got this oracle from Delphi:
Those heroes that in fair Asopia rest,
All buried with their faces to the west,
Go and appease with offerings of the best;
Those heroes who rest in beautiful Asopia,
All buried with their faces toward the west,
Go and honor them with the best offerings;
and that Solon, sailing by night to the island, sacrificed to the heroes Periphemus and Cychreus, and then, taking five hundred Athenian volunteers (a law having passed that those that took the island should be highest in the government), with a number of fisher-boats and one thirty-oared ship, anchored in a bay of Salamis that looks towards Nisaea; and the Megarians that were then in the island, hearing only an uncertain report, hurried to their arms, and sent a ship to reconnoiter the enemies. This ship Solon took, and, securing the Megarians, manned it with Athenians, and gave them orders to sail to the island with as much privacy as possible; meantime he, with the other soldiers, marched against the Megarians by land, and whilst they were fighting, those from the ship took the city. And this narrative is confirmed by the following solemnity, that was afterwards observed: an Athenian ship used to sail silently at first to the island, then, with noise and a great shout, one leapt out armed, and with a loud cry ran to the promontory Sciradium to meet those that approached upon the land. And just by there stands a temple which Solon dedicated to Mars. For he beat the Megarians, and as many as were not killed in the battle he sent away upon conditions.
and that Solon, sailing at night to the island, sacrificed to the heroes Periphemus and Cychreus, and then, taking five hundred Athenian volunteers (a law had been passed stating that those who took the island would hold the highest positions in government), along with several fishing boats and one thirty-oared ship, anchored in a bay of Salamis that faces Nisaea. The Megarians who were on the island, hearing only vague reports, hurried to arm themselves and sent a ship to scout the enemies. Solon captured this ship, secured the Megarians, manned it with Athenians, and instructed them to sail to the island as discreetly as possible; meanwhile, he and the other soldiers marched against the Megarians by land, and while they were engaged in battle, those from the ship took the city. This story is supported by a ritual that was later observed: an Athenian ship would initially approach the island silently, and then, with noise and a great shout, one would leap out armed and, with a loud cry, run to the promontory Sciradium to meet those arriving by land. Near there stands a temple that Solon dedicated to Mars. He defeated the Megarians and sent away those who were not killed in battle under certain conditions.
The Megarians, however, still contending, and both sides having received considerable losses, they chose the Spartans for arbitrators. Now, many affirm that Homer’s authority did Solon a considerable kindness, and that, introducing a line into the Catalog of Ships, when the matter was to be determined, he read the passage as follows:
The Megarians, however, still arguing, and both sides having suffered significant losses, decided to choose the Spartans as arbitrators. Now, many believe that Homer's authority did Solon a great favor, and that, by including a line in the Catalog of Ships, when the issue was to be resolved, he read the passage as follows:
Twelve ships from Salamis stout Ajax brought,
And ranked his men where the Athenians fought.
Twelve ships from Salamis strong Ajax brought,
And lined up his men where the Athenians battled.
The Athenians, however, call this but an idle story, and report, that Solon made it appear to the judges, that Philaeus and Eurysaces, the sons of Ajax, being made citizens of Athens, gave them the island, and that one of them dwelt at Brauron in Attica, the other at Melite; and they have a township of Philaidae, to which Pisistratus belonged, deriving its name from this Philaeus. Solon took a farther argument against the Megarians from the dead bodies, which, he said, were not buried after their fashion but according to the Athenian; for the Megarians turn the corpse to the east, the Athenians to the west. But Hereas the Megarian denies this, and affirms that they likewise turn the body to the west, and also that the Athenians have a separate tomb for every body, but the Megarians put two or three into one. However, some of Apollo’s oracles, where he calls Salamis Ionian, made much for Solon. This matter was determined by five Spartans, Critolaidas, Amompharetus, Hypsechidas, Anaxilas, and Cleomenes.
The Athenians, however, consider this just a silly story and say that Solon convinced the judges that Philaeus and Eurysaces, the sons of Ajax, became citizens of Athens and gifted them the island. They claim one of them lived in Brauron, Attica, while the other resided in Melite. They even have a township named Philaidae, which Pisistratus was part of, named after this Philaeus. Solon presented another argument against the Megarians based on how the dead were buried; he said they weren’t buried according to their customs but in the Athenian way. The Megarians face the body east, while the Athenians face it west. However, Hereas, a Megarian, disputes this and insists that they also face the body west. He claims that the Athenians have a separate grave for each body, while the Megarians place two or three into one grave. Still, some of Apollo’s oracles, where he refers to Salamis as Ionian, provided strong support for Solon. This issue was settled by five Spartans: Critolaidas, Amompharetus, Hypsechidas, Anaxilas, and Cleomenes.
For this, Solon grew famed and powerful; but his advice in favor of defending the oracle at Delphi, to give aid, and not to suffer the Cirrhaeans to profane it, but to maintain the honor of the god, got him most repute among the Greeks: for upon his persuasion the Amphictyons undertook the war, as, amongst others, Aristotle affirms, in his enumeration of the victors at the Pythian games, where he makes Solon the author of this counsel. Solon, however, was not general in that expedition, as Hermippus states, out of Evanthes the Samian; for Aeschines the orator says no such thing, and, in the Delphian register, Alcmaeon, not Solon, is named as commander of the Athenians.
For this, Solon became famous and powerful; however, his advice to defend the oracle at Delphi, to provide support, and to prevent the Cirrhaeans from desecrating it, while upholding the honor of the god, earned him great respect among the Greeks. Because of his influence, the Amphictyons went to war, as Aristotle also mentions in his list of the victors at the Pythian games, where he credits Solon for this counsel. However, Solon was not the general in that campaign, as Hermippus, citing Evanthes the Samian, claims; Aeschines the orator does not say this, and the Delphian records name Alcmaeon, not Solon, as the commander of the Athenians.
Now the Cylonian pollution had a long while disturbed the commonwealth, ever since the time when Megacles the archon persuaded the conspirators with Cylon that took sanctuary in Minerva’s temple to come down and stand to a fair trial. And they, tying a thread to the image, and holding one end of it, went down to the tribunal; but when they came to the temple of the Furies, the thread broke of its own accord, upon which, as if the goddess had refused them protection, they were seized by Megacles and the other magistrates; as many as were without the temples were stoned, those that fled for sanctuary were butchered at the altar, and only those escaped who made supplication to the wives of the magistrates. But they from that time were considered under pollution, and regarded with hatred. The remainder of the faction of Cylon grew strong again, and had continual quarrels with the family of Megacles; and now the quarrel being at its height, and the people divided, Solon, being in reputation, interposed with the chiefest of the Athenians, and by entreaty and admonition persuaded the polluted to submit to a trial and the decision of three hundred noble citizens. And Myron of Phlya being their accuser, they were found guilty, and as many as were then alive were banished, and the bodies of the dead were dug up, and scattered beyond the confines of the country. In the midst of these distractions, the Megarians falling upon them, they lost Nisaea and Salamis again; besides, the city was disturbed with superstitious fears and strange appearances, and the priests declared that the sacrifices intimated some villanies and pollutions that were to be expiated. Upon this, they sent for Epimenides the Phaestian from Crete, who is counted the seventh wise man by those that will not admit Periander into the number. He seems to have been thought a favorite of heaven, possessed of knowledge in all the supernatural and ritual parts of religion; and, therefore, the men of his age called him a new Cures, and son of a nymph named Balte. When he came to Athens, and grew acquainted with Solon, he served him in many instances, and prepared the way for his legislation. He made them moderate in their forms of worship, and abated their mourning by ordering some sacrifices presently after the funeral, and taking off those severe and barbarous ceremonies which the women usually practiced; but the greatest benefit was his purifying and sanctifying the city, by certain propitiatory and expiatory lustrations, and foundation of sacred buildings; by that means making them more submissive to justice, and more inclined to harmony. It is reported that, looking upon Munychia, and considering a long while, he said to those that stood by, “How blind is man in future things! for did the Athenians foresee what mischief this would do their city, they would even eat it with their own teeth to be rid of it.” A similar anticipation is ascribed to Thales; they say he commanded his friends to bury him in an obscure and contemned quarter of the territory of Miletus, saying that it should some day be the marketplace of the Milesians. Epimenides, being much honored, and receiving from the city rich offers of large gifts and privileges, requested but one branch of the sacred olive, and, on that being granted, returned.
Now the pollution from the Cylonian incident had been disturbing the community for a long time, ever since Megacles, the archon, convinced the conspirators with Cylon, who had taken refuge in Minerva’s temple, to come down and face a fair trial. They tied a thread to the statue and held one end while they went down to the tribunal; however, when they reached the temple of the Furies, the thread broke on its own. This led them to believe that the goddess had denied them protection, and they were seized by Megacles and the other magistrates. Those who were outside the temple were stoned, while those who sought sanctuary were killed at the altar, with only those who pleaded with the magistrates' wives managing to escape. From that moment on, they were considered tainted and hated. The remaining followers of Cylon regained power and had ongoing conflicts with the Megacles family. As the dispute escalated and the people were divided, Solon, who was respected, intervened among the leading Athenians. He persuaded the polluted ones to submit to a trial and the judgment of three hundred noble citizens. With Myron of Phlya as their accuser, they were found guilty, and all who were alive at that time were banished. The bodies of the deceased were exhumed and scattered beyond the city limits. Amid these troubles, the Megarians attacked, causing the loss of Nisaea and Salamis once more; additionally, the city was troubled by superstitions and strange occurrences, and the priests declared that the sacrifices indicated some wrongdoings and pollutions that needed to be atoned for. In response, they called for Epimenides the Phaestian from Crete, who is considered the seventh wise man by those who don’t include Periander. He was thought to have divine favor and knowledge of all things supernatural and religious rituals; thus, the people of his time referred to him as a new Cures and the son of a nymph named Balte. When he arrived in Athens and got to know Solon, he assisted him in many ways and laid the groundwork for his laws. He helped moderate their worship practices and eased their mourning by arranging some sacrifices right after funerals, removing the harsh and barbaric rituals that women typically performed. His greatest contribution was purifying and sanctifying the city through specific propitiatory and expiatory rituals, along with the establishment of sacred buildings, which made the citizens more obedient to justice and more inclined to harmony. It’s said that while looking over Munychia and pondering for some time, he remarked to those around him, “How blind are people about future events! If the Athenians had known how much harm this would bring to their city, they would gladly eat it with their own teeth to be rid of it.” A similar foresight is attributed to Thales; he reportedly instructed his friends to bury him in an obscure and despised part of Miletus, saying it would someday be the marketplace of the Milesians. Epimenides, being well-regarded and receiving generous offers of gifts and privileges from the city, asked for only one branch of the sacred olive tree, and upon receiving it, he returned.
The Athenians, now the Cylonian sedition was over and the polluted gone into banishment, fell into their old quarrels about the government, there being as many different parties as there were diversities in the country. The Hill quarter favored democracy, the Plain, oligarchy, and those that lived by the Sea-side stood for a mixed sort of government, and so hindered either of the other parties from prevailing. And the disparity of fortune between the rich and the poor, at that time, also reached its height; so that the city seemed to be in a truly dangerous condition, and no other means for freeing it from disturbances and settling it, to be possible but a despotic power. All the people were indebted to the rich; and either they tilled their land for their creditors, paying them a sixth part of the increase, and were, therefore, called Hectemorii and Thetes, or else they engaged their body for the debt, and might be seized, and either sent into slavery at home, or sold to strangers; some (for no law forbade it) were forced to sell their children, or fly their country to avoid the cruelty of their creditors; but the most part and the bravest of them began to combine together and encourage one another to stand to it, to choose a leader, to liberate the condemned debtors, divide the land, and change the government.
The Athenians, after the Cylonian uprising was over and those responsible were banished, returned to their old disputes about governance, with as many factions as there were differences in the landscape. The residents of the Hills supported democracy, those from the Plains favored oligarchy, and those living by the Sea promoted a mixed government, which prevented either of the other groups from taking control. At that time, the gap between the rich and the poor was at its peak, making the city seem to be in a truly precarious state, with despotic power appearing to be the only solution to restore order. Everyone was in debt to the wealthy; they either worked the land for their creditors, giving a sixth of their harvest, earning them the names Hectemorii and Thetes, or they became indentured servants for the debts, risking being captured and either enslaved locally or sold to outsiders. Some, with no law to stop them, were forced to sell their children or flee the country to escape the cruelty of their creditors; however, the majority, especially the bravest among them, began to band together and encourage each other to resist, choose a leader, free the imprisoned debtors, divide the land, and change the government.
Then the wisest of the Athenians, perceiving Solon was of all men the only one not implicated in the troubles, that he had not joined in the exactions of the rich, and was not involved in the necessities of the poor, pressed him to succor the commonwealth and compose the differences. Though Phanias the Lesbian affirms, that Solon, to save his country, put a trick upon both parties, and privately promised the poor a division of the lands, and the rich, security for their debts. Solon, however, himself, says that it was reluctantly at first that he engaged in state affairs, being afraid of the pride of one party and the greediness of the other; he was chosen archon, however, after Philombrotus, and empowered to be an arbitrator and lawgiver; the rich consenting because he was wealthy, the poor because he was honest. There was a saying of his current before the election, that when things are even there never can be war, and this pleased both parties, the wealthy and the poor; the one conceiving him to mean, when all have their fair proportion; the others, when all are absolutely equal. Thus, there being great hopes on both sides, the chief men pressed Solon to take the government into his own hands, and, when he was once settled, manage the business freely and according to his pleasure; and many of the commons, perceiving it would be a difficult change to be effected by law and reason, were willing to have one wise and just man set over the affairs; and some say that Solon had this oracle from Apollo—
Then the wisest of the Athenians noticed that Solon was the only one not involved in the troubles. He hadn’t participated in the demands of the rich and wasn't caught up in the struggles of the poor, so they urged him to help the city and resolve the conflicts. However, Phanias the Lesbian claims that Solon, to save his country, played a trick on both sides, secretly promising the poor a share of the land and the rich security for their debts. Solon himself stated that he was hesitant to get involved in politics at first, fearing the pride of one side and the greed of the other. Nevertheless, he was chosen as archon after Philombrotus and given the power to be a mediator and lawmaker; the rich supported him because he was wealthy, and the poor supported him because he was honest. Before the election, there was a saying of his that when things are balanced, there can never be war, which appealed to both sides: the wealthy understood it as when everyone gets their fair share, while the poor interpreted it as complete equality for all. With high hopes on both sides, the leading men urged Solon to take charge of the government and, once established, to manage things freely as he saw fit. Many of the common people realized that making a difficult change through laws and reasoning would be challenging, so they were willing to have one wise and just person oversee the matters. Some even say that Solon received an oracle from Apollo—
Take the mid-seat, and be the vessel’s guide;
Many in Athens are upon your side.
Take the middle seat and be the guide of the vessel; Many in Athens are on your side.
But chiefly his familiar friends chid him for disaffecting monarchy only because of the name, as if the virtue of the ruler could not make it a lawful form; Euboea had made this experiment when it chose Tynnondas, and Mitylene, which had made Pittacus its prince; yet this could not shake Solon’s resolution; but, as they say, he replied to his friends, that it was true a tyranny was a very fair spot, but it had no way down from it; and in a copy of verses to Phocus he writes.—
But mainly, his close friends criticized him for opposing monarchy just because of the label, as if the qualities of the ruler couldn't justify it as a legitimate system; Euboea had tested this when it chose Tynnondas, and Mitylene had done the same with Pittacus as its leader. Still, this didn’t change Solon’s mind. As he told his friends, it was true that a tyranny could seem appealing, but there was no way to escape from it. In a poem to Phocus, he writes.—
—that I spared my land, And withheld from usurpation and from violence my
hand,
And forbore to fix a stain and a disgrace on my good name,
I regret not; I believe that it will be my chiefest fame.
—that I spared my land, And withheld from usurpation and from violence my hand,
And refrained from tarnishing my good name with a stain or disgrace,
I do not regret; I believe that this will be my greatest legacy.
From which it is manifest that he was a man of great reputation before he gave his laws. The several mocks that were put upon him for refusing the power, he records in these words,—
From this, it's clear that he was a man of great reputation before he established his laws. He notes the various insults directed at him for refusing the power in these words,—
Solon surely was a dreamer, and a man of simple mind;
When the gods would give him fortune, he of his own will declined;
When the net was full of fishes, over-heavy thinking it,
He declined to haul it up, through want of heart and want of wit.
Had but I that chance of riches and of kingship, for one day,
I would give my skin for flaying, and my house to die away.
Solon was definitely a dreamer and a simple man;
When the gods offered him good fortune, he turned it down by choice;
When the net was filled with fish, overthinking it,
He chose not to pull it up, lacking the courage and the smarts.
If I had that opportunity for wealth and royalty, even just for a day,
I would trade my skin to be flayed and let my house disappear.
Thus he makes the many and the low people speak of him. Yet, though he refused the government, he was not too mild in the affair; he did not show himself mean and submissive to the powerful, nor make his laws to pleasure those that chose him. For where it was well before, he applied no remedy, nor altered anything, for fear lest,
Thus he makes the common people talk about him. Yet, even though he turned down the government position, he wasn't too soft about it; he didn't act petty or submissive to the powerful, nor did he create laws just to please those who chose him. Because where things were already fine, he made no changes or applied any fixes, for fear that,
Overthrowing altogether and disordering the state,
Overthrowing everything and causing chaos in the state,
he should be too weak to new-model and recompose it to a tolerable condition; but what he thought he could effect by persuasion upon the pliable, and by force upon the stubborn, this he did, as he himself says,
he should be too weak to redesign and put it back together in a decent state; but what he thought he could achieve through persuasion with the flexible and by force with the stubborn, this he did, as he himself says,
With force and justice working both one.
With force and justice working together.
And, therefore, when he was afterwards asked if he had left the Athenians the best laws that could be given, he replied, “The best they could receive.” The way which, the moderns say, the Athenians have of softening the badness of a thing, by ingeniously giving it some pretty and innocent appellation, calling harlots, for example, mistresses, tributes customs, a garrison a guard, and the jail the chamber, seems originally to have been Solon’s contrivance, who called canceling debts Seisacthea, a relief, or disencumbrance. For the first thing which he settled was, that what debts remained should be forgiven, and no man, for the future, should engage the body of his debtor for security. Though some, as Androtion, affirm that the debts were not canceled, but the interest only lessened, which sufficiently pleased the people; so that they named this benefit the Seisacthea, together with the enlarging their measures, and raising the value of their money; for he made a pound, which before passed for seventy-three drachmas, go for a hundred; so that, though the number of pieces in the payment was equal, the value was less; which proved a considerable benefit to those that were to discharge great debts, and no loss to the creditors. But most agree that it was the taking off the debts that was called Seisacthea, which is confirmed by some places in his poem, where he takes honor to himself, that
And so, when he was later asked if he had given the Athenians the best laws possible, he replied, “The best they could get.” The way that modern people say the Athenians softened the harshness of things by cleverly giving them nicer and innocent names—like calling harlots “mistresses,” tributes “customs,” a garrison “a guard,” and jail “the chamber”—seems to have originally been Solon’s idea, who referred to the cancellation of debts as Seisacthea, meaning relief or disencumbrance. The first thing he established was that any remaining debts should be forgiven, and from then on, no one could use the body of their debtor as security. Although some, like Androtion, claim that the debts weren't actually canceled, but just the interest was lowered, which still satisfied the people. They named this benefit Seisacthea, along with the expansion of their measures and the increase in the value of their money; he raised the value of a pound, which had previously been worth seventy-three drachmas, to one hundred. This meant that even though the number of coins in payment remained the same, their value was effectively less, which significantly benefited those who needed to pay off large debts without harming the creditors. However, most agree that it was the removal of debts that was referred to as Seisacthea, a point backed up by parts of his poem where he takes pride in the fact that
The mortgage-stones that covered her, by me
Removed, —the land that was a slave is free;
The mortgage stones that covered her, by me
Removed, —the land that was enslaved is free;
that some who had been seized for their debts he had brought back from other countries, where
that some who had been taken for their debts he had brought back from other countries, where
—so far their lot to roam,
They had forgot the language of their home;
—so far their lot to roam,
They had forgotten the language of their home;
and some he had set at liberty,—
and some he had set free,—
Who here in shameful servitude were held.
Who here were held in shameful servitude?
While he was designing this, a most vexatious thing happened; for when he had resolved to take off the debts, and was considering the proper form and fit beginning for it, he told some of his friends, Conon, Clinias, and Hipponicus, in whom he had a great deal of confidence, that he would not meddle with the lands, but only free the people from their debts; upon which, they, using their advantage, made haste and borrowed some considerable sums of money, and purchased some large farms; and when the law was enacted, they kept the possessions, and would not return the money; which brought Solon into great suspicion and dislike, as if he himself had not been abused, but was concerned in the contrivance. But he presently stopped this suspicion, by releasing his debtors of five talents (for he had lent so much), according to the law; others, as Polyzelus the Rhodian, say fifteen; his friends, however, were ever afterward called Chreocopidae, repudiators.
While he was working on this, a really frustrating thing happened. He had decided to eliminate debts and was figuring out the best way to start it. He told some of his trusted friends, Conon, Clinias, and Hipponicus, that he wouldn’t deal with the land but would just free the people from their debts. Seizing this opportunity, they quickly borrowed large sums of money and bought big farms. When the law was passed, they kept the properties and didn’t repay the loans, which made Solon look suspicious and disliked, almost as if he was part of the scheme himself. To clear up this suspicion, he immediately forgave his debtors five talents (the amount he had lent), in line with the law; however, some, like Polyzelus the Rhodian, claim it was fifteen. His friends were then forever labeled Chreocopidae, meaning repudiators.
In this he pleased neither party, for the rich were angry for their money, and the poor that the land was not divided, and, as Lycurgus ordered in his commonwealth, all men reduced to equality. He, it is true, being the eleventh from Hercules, and having reigned many years in Lacedaemon, had got a great reputation and friends and power, which he could use in modeling his state; and, applying force more than persuasion, insomuch that he lost his eye in the scuffle, was able to employ the most effectual means for the safety and harmony of a state, by not permitting any to be poor or rich in his commonwealth. Solon could not rise to that in his polity, being but a citizen of the middle classes; yet he acted fully up to the height of his power, having nothing but the good-will and good opinion of his citizens to rely on; and that he offended the most part, who looked for another result, he declares in the words,
He pleased neither side, as the rich were upset about their money and the poor were unhappy that the land wasn’t divided equally, as Lycurgus had done in his society, where everyone was made equal. It’s true that he was the eleventh descendant of Hercules and had reigned for many years in Lacedaemon, gaining a significant reputation, friends, and power, which he could use to shape his state. By using force more than persuasion—so much so that he lost his eye in the struggle—he was able to implement the most effective means for the safety and unity of the state by not allowing anyone to be poor or rich in his society. Solon couldn’t achieve that in his government, as he was just a citizen from the middle class; however, he fully acted to the best of his abilities, relying solely on the goodwill and positive opinion of his fellow citizens. He acknowledges that he upset most of them, who were expecting a different outcome, in the following words,
Formerly they boasted of me vainly; with averted eyes
Now they look askance upon me; friends no more, but enemies.
They used to brag about me foolishly; now they look at me suspiciously
No longer friends, but enemies.
And yet had any other man, he says, received the same power,
And yet, if any other man had received the same power, he says,
He would not have forborne, nor let alone,
But made the fattest of the milk his own.
He wouldn’t have held back or let it go,
But would have taken the richest of the milk for himself.
Soon, however, becoming sensible of the good that was done, they laid by their grudges, made a public sacrifice, calling it Seisacthea, and chose Solon to new-model and make laws for the commonwealth, giving him the entire power over everything, their magistracies, their assemblies, courts, and councils; that he should appoint the number, times of meeting, and what estate they must have that could be capable of these, and dissolve or continue any of the present constitutions, according to his pleasure.
Soon, however, realizing the good that had been achieved, they set aside their grudges, made a public sacrifice, calling it Seisacthea, and chose Solon to redesign and create laws for the community, giving him complete authority over everything, including their magistracies, assemblies, courts, and councils. He would determine the number of officials, the times of meetings, and the qualifications needed for those who could hold these positions, as well as dissolve or maintain any of the current systems at his discretion.
First, then, he repealed all Draco’s laws, except those concerning homicide, because they were too severe, and the punishments too great; for death was appointed for almost all offenses, insomuch that those that were convicted of idleness were to die, and those that stole a cabbage or an apple to suffer even as villains that committed sacrilege or murder. So that Demades, in after time, was thought to have said very happily, that Draco’s laws were written not with ink, but blood; and he himself, being once asked why he made death the punishment of most offenses, replied, “Small ones deserve that, and I have no higher for the greater crimes.”
First, he repealed all of Draco’s laws, except for those related to homicide, because they were too harsh and the penalties were excessive; death was the punishment for nearly all offenses. People found guilty of laziness were sentenced to die, and those who stole a cabbage or an apple faced the same fate as those who committed sacrilege or murder. Later on, Demades was thought to have pointed out cleverly that Draco’s laws were written not with ink, but with blood. When he was once asked why he assigned death as the punishment for most offenses, he replied, “Minor crimes deserve that, and I don’t have a harsher penalty for the more serious ones.”
Next, Solon, being willing to continue the magistracies in the hands of the rich men, and yet receive the people into the other part of the government, took an account of the citizens’ estates, and those that were worth five hundred measures of fruits, dry and liquid, he placed in the first rank, calling them Pentacosiomedimni; those that could keep an horse, or were worth three hundred measures, were named Hippada Teluntes, and made the second class; the Zeugitae, that had two hundred measures, were in the third; and all the others were called Thetes, who were not admitted to any office, but could come to the assembly, and act as jurors; which at first seemed nothing, but afterwards was found an enormous privilege, as almost every matter of dispute came before them in this latter capacity. Even in the cases which he assigned to the archons’ cognizance, he allowed an appeal to the courts. Besides, it is said that he was obscure and ambiguous in the wording of his laws, on purpose to increase the honor of his courts; for since their differences could not be adjusted by the letter, they would have to bring all their causes to the judges, who thus were in a manner masters of the laws. Of this equalization he himself makes mention in this manner:
Next, Solon, wanting to keep the leadership roles with the wealthy while also including the common people in another part of the government, assessed the citizens’ wealth. Those who had five hundred measures of produce, both dry and liquid, were placed in the top tier, called Pentacosiomedimni; those who could own a horse or were worth three hundred measures were called Hippada Teluntes and made the second class; the Zeugitae, who had two hundred measures, were in the third; and everyone else were known as Thetes, who weren’t allowed to hold any office but could attend the assembly and serve as jurors. Initially, this seemed minor, but it later proved to be a significant privilege since almost all disputes ended up before them in this role. Even in cases assigned to the archons, he allowed an appeal to the courts. It’s also said that he used vague and ambiguous language in his laws to elevate the status of his courts; since their issues couldn’t be resolved literally, people had to bring their cases before the judges, making them effectively in control of the laws. He mentions this equalization in this way:
Such power I gave the people as might do,
Abridged not what they had, now lavished new.
Those that were great in wealth and high in place,
My counsel likewise kept from all disgrace.
Before them both I held my shield of might,
And let not either touch the other’s right.
Such power I gave the people as they deserved,
Reduced not what they had, but added more.
Those who were wealthy and held high positions,
I made sure my advice kept them from disgrace.
In front of both, I held my shield of strength,
And allowed neither to infringe on the other’s rights.
And for the greater security of the weak commons, he gave general liberty of indicting for an act of injury; if any one was beaten, maimed, or suffered any violence, any man that would and was able, might prosecute the wrongdoer; intending by this to accustom the citizens, like members of the same body, to resent and be sensible of one another’s injuries. And there is a saying of his agreeable to this law, for, being asked what city was best modeled, “That,” said he, “where those that are not injured try and punish the unjust as much as those that are.”
And to better protect the vulnerable common people, he allowed anyone to file charges for acts of harm; if someone was attacked, injured, or suffered any violence, anyone who wanted to and was able could take legal action against the offender. His aim was to encourage citizens, like parts of a single body, to care about and respond to each other’s injuries. There’s a saying of his that fits this law; when he was asked which city was best organized, he replied, “That one where those who aren’t harmed try to hold the unjust accountable just as much as those who are.”
When he had constituted the Areopagus of those who had been yearly archons, of which he himself was a member therefore, observing that the people, now free from their debts, were unsettled and imperious, he formed another council of four hundred, a hundred out of each of the four tribes, which was to inspect all matters before they were propounded to the people, and to take care that nothing but what had been first examined should be brought before the general assembly. The upper council, or Areopagus, he made inspectors and keepers of the laws, conceiving that the commonwealth, held by these two councils, like anchors, would be less liable to be tossed by tumults, and the people be more at quiet. Such is the general statement, that Solon instituted the Areopagus; which seems to be confirmed, because Draco makes no mention of the Areopagites, but in all causes of blood refers to the Ephetae; yet Solon’s thirteenth table contains the eighth law set down in these very words: “Whoever before Solon’s archonship were disfranchised, let them be restored, except those that, being condemned by the Areopagus, Ephetae, or in the Prytaneum by the kings, for homicide, murder, or designs against the government, were in banishment when this law was made;” and these words seem to show that the Areopagus existed before Solon’s laws, for who could be condemned by that council before his time, if he was the first that instituted the court? unless, which is probable, there is some ellipsis, or want of precision, in the language, and it should run thus, — “Those that are convicted of such offenses as belong to the cognizance of the Areopagites, Ephetae, or the Prytanes, when this law was made,” shall remain still in disgrace, whilst others are restored; of this the reader must judge.
When he established the Areopagus, made up of former archons, of which he was also a member, he noticed that the people, now freed from their debts, were restless and demanding. So, he created another council of four hundred, with one hundred from each of the four tribes. This council was meant to review all matters before they were presented to the people and ensure that only issues that had been properly examined were brought to the general assembly. He designated the upper council, or Areopagus, to oversee and uphold the laws, believing that the state, supported by these two councils as stabilizers, would be less prone to chaos and that the people would find greater peace. This is the general account of Solon founding the Areopagus, which seems to be supported by the fact that Draco does not mention the Areopagites and instead refers to the Ephetae in all matters of blood. However, Solon’s thirteenth table includes the eighth law with these exact words: “Whoever was disenfranchised before Solon’s term as archon shall be restored, except those who, having been convicted by the Areopagus, Ephetae, or by the kings in the Prytaneum for homicide, murder, or conspiracy against the government, were in exile when this law was established.” These words suggest that the Areopagus existed before Solon's laws; otherwise, how could anyone have been condemned by that council prior to his time if he was the one who established it? Unless, which seems likely, there is some omission or lack of clarity in the wording, and it should read, "Those convicted of offenses under the jurisdiction of the Areopagites, Ephetae, or the Prytanes at the time this law was enacted" shall remain in disgrace while others are restored. The reader must make their own judgment on this matter.
Amongst his other laws, one is very peculiar and surprising, which disfranchises all who stand neuter in a sedition; for it seems he would not have any one remain insensible and regardless of the public good, and, securing his private affairs, glory that he has no feeling of the distempers of his country; but at once join with the good party and those that have the right upon their side, assist and venture with them, rather than keep out of harm’s way and watch who would get the better. It seems an absurd and foolish law which permits an heiress, if her lawful husband fail her, to take his nearest kinsman; yet some say this law was well contrived against those, who, conscious of their own unfitness, yet, for the sake of the portion, would match with heiresses, and make use of law to put a violence upon nature; for now, since she can quit him for whom she pleases, they would either abstain from such marriages, or continue them with disgrace, and suffer for their covetousness and designed affront; it is well done, moreover, to confine her to her husband’s nearest kinsman, that the children may be of the same family. Agreeable to this is the law that the bride and bridegroom shall be shut into a chamber, and eat a quince together; and that the husband of an heiress shall consort with her thrice a month; for though there be no children, yet it is an honor and due affection which an husband ought to pay to a virtuous, chaste wife; it takes off all petty differences, and will not permit their little quarrels to proceed to a rupture.
Among his various laws, one stands out as quite unusual and surprising: it disqualifies anyone who remains neutral during a rebellion. It seems he doesn't want anyone to be indifferent and disregard the common good, focusing solely on their own interests while ignoring the issues facing their country. Instead, he insists that individuals should align themselves with the just cause, support and take risks alongside the right side, rather than just staying safe and watching who comes out on top. There's also a strange and seemingly foolish law that allows an heiress, if her legal husband fails her, to marry his closest male relative. However, some argue that this law was well thought out to prevent those who are aware of their own inadequacies from marrying heiresses solely for their fortune and using the law to distort natural instincts. With this law, since she can choose whom she wants to be with, suitors might either avoid such marriages or continue them in shame, suffering from their greed and calculated affront. It's also sensible to restrict her to marrying her husband’s closest relative to ensure that the children belong to the same family. In line with this, there's a law stating that the bride and groom must be shut into a room together, where they eat a quince; and that the husband of an heiress must be intimate with her three times a month. While there may be no children, this is a matter of honor and affection that a husband should show to a virtuous, chaste wife. It smooths over minor differences and prevents their small arguments from escalating into serious issues.
In all other marriages he forbade dowries to be given; the wife was to have three suits of clothes, a little inconsiderable household stuff, and that was all; for he would not have marriages contracted for gain or an estate, but for pure love, kind affection, and birth of children. When the mother of Dionysius desired him to marry her to one of his citizens, “Indeed,” said he, “by my tyranny I have broken my country’s laws, but cannot put a violence upon those of nature by an unseasonable marriage.” Such disorder is never to be suffered in a commonwealth, nor such unseasonable and unloving and unperforming marriages, which attain no due end or fruit; any provident governor or lawgiver might say to an old man that takes a young wife what is said to Philoctetes in the tragedy,—
In all other marriages, he prohibited giving dowries; the wife would only receive three outfits, a few basic household items, and that’s it. He didn't want marriages based on profit or property, but rather for genuine love, affection, and bearing children. When Dionysius's mother asked him to marry her off to one of his citizens, he replied, “Sure, my tyranny has broken my country’s laws, but I can’t go against nature with an inappropriate marriage.” Such chaos should never be allowed in a society, nor should there be unsuitable, loveless, or unfulfilling marriages that achieve no real purpose or result. Any wise leader or lawmaker could tell an older man marrying a younger woman what was said to Philoctetes in the tragedy,—
Truly, in a fit state thou to marry!
Honestly, you're in no condition to get married!
and if he finds a young man, with a rich and elderly wife, growing fat in his place, like the partridges, remove him to a young woman of proper age. And of this enough.
and if he finds a young man, with a wealthy and older wife, getting comfortable in his position, like the partridges, move him to a younger woman of appropriate age. And that’s enough of that.
Another commendable law of Solon’s is that which forbids men to speak evil of the dead; for it is pious to think the deceased sacred, and just, not to meddle with those that are gone, and politic, to prevent the perpetuity of discord. He likewise forbade them to speak evil of the living in the temples, the courts of justice, the public offices, or at the games, or else to pay three drachmas to the person, and two to the public. For never to be able to control passion shows a weak nature and ill-breeding; and always to moderate it is very hard, and to some impossible. And laws must look to possibilities, if the maker designs to punish few in order to their amendment, and not many to no purpose.
Another admirable law of Solon’s is the one that prohibits people from speaking ill of the dead. It's respectful to consider the deceased as sacred, fair not to interfere with those who have passed, and wise to prevent ongoing conflict. He also banned speaking badly about living individuals in temples, courts, public offices, or at games; otherwise, there would be a fine of three drachmas to the person offended and two to the state. Being unable to control one’s emotions reflects a weak character and poor upbringing; yet, consistently managing them is very challenging and can be impossible for some. Laws should take into account what’s feasible, if the lawmaker aims to correct a few rather than punish many without reason.
He is likewise much commended for his law concerning wills; for before him none could be made, but all the wealth and estate of the deceased belonged to his family; but he, by permitting them, if they had no children, to bestow it on whom they pleased, showed that he esteemed friendship a stronger tie than kindred, and affection than necessity; and made every man’s estate truly his own. Yet he allowed not all sorts of legacies, but those only which were not extorted by the frenzy of a disease, charms, imprisonment, force, or the persuasions of a wife; with good reason thinking that being seduced into wrong was as bad as being forced, and that between deceit and necessity, flattery and compulsion, there was little difference, since both may equally suspend the exercise of reason.
He is also highly praised for his law about wills; before him, no wills could be created, so all the wealth and property of the deceased went to their family. However, he allowed people without children to leave their assets to anyone they wanted, showing that he valued friendship more than family ties and affection over necessity. This made everyone truly own their estate. Still, he didn’t allow all types of legacies, only those that weren’t the result of the madness of illness, spells, imprisonment, coercion, or the persuasion of a spouse. He thought it was reasonable to believe that being misled into making a bad choice was just as bad as being forced, and that there wasn’t much difference between deceit and necessity, or flattery and compulsion, since both could equally hinder rational thought.
He regulated the walks, feasts, and mourning of the women, and took away everything that was either unbecoming or immodest; when they walked abroad, no more than three articles of dress were allowed them; an obol’s worth of meat and drink; and no basket above a cubit high; and at night they were not to go about unless in a chariot with a torch before them. Mourners tearing themselves to raise pity, and set wailings, and at one man’s funeral to lament for another, he forbade. To offer an ox at the grave was not permitted, nor to bury above three pieces of dress with the body, or visit the tombs of any besides their own family, unless at the very funeral; most of which are likewise forbidden by our laws, but this is further added in ours, that those that are convicted of extravagance in their mournings, are to be punished as soft and effeminate by the censors of women.
He set rules for the women’s walks, meals, and mourning practices, removing anything that seemed inappropriate or overly suggestive. When they went out, they were allowed no more than three items of clothing, just enough food and drink for a small offering, and no baskets taller than a forearm. At night, they could only go out in a carriage with a torch in front of them. He prohibited mourners from inflicting pain on themselves to evoke sympathy or lamenting for someone else at a funeral. Offering an ox at a grave was not allowed, nor could they bury more than three pieces of clothing with the deceased, or visit the graves of anyone outside their family, except during the funeral. Many of these rules are also present in our laws, but we add that those found guilty of excessive mourning will be punished by the women’s censors for being too soft or effeminate.
Observing the city to be filled with persons that flocked from all parts into Attica for security of living, and that most of the country was barren and unfruitful, and that traders at sea import nothing to those that could give them nothing in exchange, he turned his citizens to trade, and made a law that no son should be obliged to relieve a father who had not bred him up to any calling. It is true, Lycurgus, having a city free from all strangers, and land, according to Euripides,
Observing that the city was packed with people who had come from everywhere in search of safety, and realizing that much of the countryside was barren and unproductive, and that sea traders brought nothing to those who couldn’t offer anything in return, he encouraged his citizens to engage in trade. He also established a law stating that no son was required to support a father who hadn’t raised him to have a trade. It’s true that Lycurgus had a city free of all outsiders, and land, according to Euripides,
Large for large hosts, for twice their number much,
Large for large hosts, for double their number a lot,
and, above all, an abundance of laborers about Sparta, who should not be left idle, but be kept down with continual toil and work, did well to take off his citizens from laborious and mechanical occupations, and keep them to their arms, and teach them only the art of war. But Solon, fitting his laws to the state of things, and not making things to suit his laws, and finding the ground scarce rich enough to maintain the husbandmen, and altogether incapable of feeding an unoccupied and leisurely multitude, brought trades into credit, and ordered the Areopagites to examine how every man got his living, and chastise the idle. But that law was yet more rigid which, as Heraclides Ponticus delivers, declared the sons of unmarried mothers not obliged to relieve their fathers; for he that avoids the honorable form of union shows that he does not take a woman for children, but for pleasure, and thus gets his just reward, and has taken away from himself every title to upbraid his children, to whom he has made their very birth a scandal and reproach.
and, above all, there was a surplus of workers around Sparta who shouldn’t be left idle but should stay busy with constant toil and labor. It was wise to free his citizens from labor-intensive and manual jobs, keeping them focused on their weapons and teaching them only the art of war. But Solon, adjusting his laws to fit the current situation rather than trying to shape things to fit his laws, realized the land wasn’t rich enough to support farmers and couldn’t sustain an idle, leisurely population. He promoted trades and instructed the Areopagites to investigate how each person earned a living and punish the lazy. However, an even stricter law stated, as Heraclides Ponticus explains, that the children of unmarried mothers were not required to support their fathers. The idea was that someone who avoids the honorable institution of marriage shows they don’t take a woman for the sake of children but for pleasure, thus facing the consequences of their choice and losing any right to blame their children, to whom they’ve rendered their very existence a source of shame and reproach.
Solon’s laws in general about women are his strangest; for he permitted any one to kill an adulterer that found him in the act; but if any one forced a free woman, a hundred drachmas was the fine; if he enticed her, twenty; except those that sell themselves openly, that is, harlots, who go openly to those that hire them. He made it unlawful to sell a daughter or a sister, unless, being yet unmarried, she was found wanton. Now it is irrational to punish the same crime sometimes very severely and without remorse, and sometimes very lightly, and, as it were, in sport, with a trivial fine; unless, there being little money then in Athens, scarcity made those mulcts the more grievous punishment. In the valuation for sacrifices, a sheep and a bushel were both estimated at a drachma; the victor in the Isthmian games was to have for reward a hundred drachmas; the conqueror in the Olympian, five hundred; he that brought a wolf, five drachmas; for a whelp, one; the former sum, as Demetrius the Phalerian asserts, was the value of an ox, the latter, of a sheep. The prices which Solon, in his sixteenth table, sets on choice victims, were naturally far greater; yet they, too, are very low in comparison of the present. The Athenians were, from the beginning, great enemies to wolves, their fields being better for pasture than corn. Some affirm their tribes did not take their names from the sons of Ion, but from the different sorts of occupation that they followed; the soldiers were called Hoplitae, the craftsmen Ergades, and, of the remaining two, the farmers Gedeontes, and the shepherds and graziers Aegicores.
Solon’s laws regarding women are some of the most peculiar; he allowed anyone to kill an adulterer caught in the act. However, if someone forced a free woman, the fine was a hundred drachmas; if he seduced her, it was twenty, except for those who openly offered themselves, namely prostitutes, who went willingly to those who paid them. He made it illegal to sell a daughter or sister unless she was unmarried and found to be promiscuous. It seems illogical to punish the same crime sometimes harshly and without mercy, and at other times very lightly, as if it were a joke with a small fine, unless the lack of money in Athens made these fines feel like heavier punishments. In the valuation for sacrifices, a sheep and a bushel were each worth a drachma; the winner of the Isthmian games would receive a hundred drachmas as a reward; the Olympian winner got five hundred; bringing in a wolf was worth five drachmas; and just one for a whelp. Demetrius the Phalerian claims the former amount was the value of an ox, while the latter was that of a sheep. The prices Solon sets for choice sacrifices in his sixteenth table were naturally much higher; however, they still seem quite low compared to today. The Athenians, from early on, were strong adversaries of wolves since their fields were better for grazing than for growing grain. Some say their tribes didn’t take names from the sons of Ion, but rather from the various occupations they pursued; soldiers were called Hoplitae, craftsmen Ergades, and the remaining two groups were farmers Gedeontes, and shepherds and graziers Aegicores.
Since the country has but few rivers, lakes, or large springs, and many used wells which they had dug, there was a law made, that, where there was a public well within a hippicon, that is, four furlongs, all should draw at that; but, when it was farther off, they should try and procure a well of their own; and, if they had dug ten fathom deep and could find no water, they had liberty to fetch a pitcherful of four gallons and a half in a day from their neighbors’; for he thought it prudent to make provision against want, but not to supply laziness. He showed skill in his orders about planting, for any one that would plant another tree was not to set it within five feet of his neighbor’s field; but if a fig or an olive, not within nine; for their roots spread farther, nor can they be planted near all sorts of trees without damage, for they draw away the nourishment, and in some cases are noxious by their effluvia. He that would dig a pit or a ditch was to dig it at the distance of its own depth from his neighbor’s ground; and he that would raise stocks of bees was not to place them within three hundred feet of those which another had already raised.
Since the country has very few rivers, lakes, or large springs, and many people use wells that they have dug, a law was established that if there was a public well within a hippicon, which is about four furlongs, everyone should use that well. However, if it was farther away, they should try to get their own well; and if they dug ten fathoms deep and found no water, they could take a pitcherful of four and a half gallons a day from their neighbors. This rule was set to prepare for scarcity but not to encourage laziness. He provided clear guidelines for planting: anyone who wanted to plant another tree had to keep it at least five feet away from their neighbor’s field; but if it was a fig or an olive tree, it had to be at least nine feet away because their roots spread further. These trees cannot be planted near all types of trees without causing issues, as they take away nutrients and can sometimes be harmful due to their emissions. Anyone who wanted to dig a pit or a ditch needed to dig it at a distance equal to its own depth from their neighbor’s property; and anyone wanting to keep bees was not allowed to place them within three hundred feet of someone else's bee stocks.
He permitted only oil to be exported, and those that exported any other fruit, the archon was solemnly to curse, or else pay an hundred drachmas himself; and this law was written in his first table, and, therefore, let none think it incredible, as some affirm, that the exportation of figs was once unlawful, and the informer against the delinquents called a sycophant. He made a law, also, concerning hurts and injuries from beasts, in which he commands the master of any dog that bit a man to deliver him up with a log about his neck, four and a half feet long; a happy device for men’s security. The law concerning naturalizing strangers is of doubtful character; he permitted only those to be made free of Athens who were in perpetual exile from their own country, or came with their whole family to trade there; this he did, not to discourage strangers, but rather to invite them to a permanent participation in the privileges of the government; and, besides, he thought those would prove the more faithful citizens who had been forced from their own country, or voluntarily forsook it. The law of public entertainment (parasitein is his name for it) is, also, peculiarly Solon’s, for if any man came often, or if he that was invited refused, they were punished, for he concluded that one was greedy, the other a contemner of the state.
He allowed only oil to be exported, and anyone who exported any other fruit would be solemnly cursed by the archon or have to pay a hundred drachmas themselves. This law was written on his first tablet, so no one should find it hard to believe, as some claim, that exporting figs was once illegal, and the informer against the offenders was called a sycophant. He also created a law regarding injuries caused by animals, which stated that the owner of any dog that bit a person had to surrender the dog with a log around its neck, four and a half feet long; a clever measure for people's safety. The law about naturalizing foreigners is somewhat questionable; he only allowed those to become citizens of Athens who were in permanent exile from their own country or came with their entire family to trade there. He did this not to deter foreigners but to encourage them to take part in the government’s privileges permanently. Moreover, he believed that those who had been forced from their homeland or chose to leave it would make more loyal citizens. The law regarding public hospitality (he called it parasitein) is also uniquely Solon’s; if someone came too often, or if the invited person refused, they would be punished, as he thought one was greedy and the other was disrespecting the state.
All his laws he established for an hundred years, and wrote them on wooden tables or rollers, named axones, which might be turned round in oblong cases; some of their relics were in my time still to be seen in the Prytaneum, or common hall, at Athens. These, as Aristotle states, were called cyrbes, and there is a passage of Cratinus the comedian,
All his laws were in place for a hundred years, and he wrote them on wooden tablets or scrolls called axones, which could be rolled up in rectangular cases. Some of these relics could still be seen in my time in the Prytaneum, or public hall, in Athens. As Aristotle notes, these were called cyrbes, and there's a reference from the comedian Cratinus,
By Solon, and by Draco, if you please,
Whose Cyrbes make the fires that parch our peas.
By Solon and Draco, if you don't mind,
Whose laws create the hardships that burden our people.
But some say those are properly cyrbes, which contain laws concerning sacrifices and the rites of religion, and all the others axones. The council all jointly swore to confirm the laws, and every one of the Thesmothetae vowed for himself at the stone in the marketplace, that, if he broke any of the statutes, he would dedicate a golden statue, as big as himself, at Delphi.
But some say those are the proper cyrbes, which contain laws about sacrifices and religious rites, while all the others are axones. The council all swore together to uphold the laws, and each of the Thesmothetae pledged at the stone in the marketplace that, if he broke any of the statutes, he would dedicate a golden statue as large as himself at Delphi.
Observing the irregularity of the months, and that the moon does not always rise and set with the sun, but often in the same day overtakes and gets before him, he ordered the day should be named the Old and New, attributing that part of it which was before the conjunction to the old moon, and the rest to the new, he being the first, it seems, that understood that verse of Homer,
Observing the irregularity of the months and the fact that the moon doesn't always rise and set with the sun, but often catches up to and surpasses it in the same day, he decided to name the day Old and New. He assigned the portion of the day before the conjunction to the old moon and the remainder to the new, seemingly being the first to understand that line from Homer.
The end and the beginning of the month,
The end and the beginning of the month,
and the following day he called the new moon. After the twentieth he did not count by addition, but, like the moon itself in its wane, by subtraction; thus up to the thirtieth.
and the next day he referred to it as the new moon. After the twentieth, he didn't count by adding, but, like the moon itself as it decreases, by subtracting; thus continuing until the thirtieth.
Now when these laws were enacted, and some came to Solon every day, to commend or dispraise them, and to advise, if possible, to leave out, or put in something, and many criticized, and desired him to explain, and tell the meaning of such and such a passage, he, knowing that to do it was useless, and not to do it would get him ill-will, and desirous to bring himself out of all straits, and to escape all displeasure and exceptions, it being a hard thing, as he himself says,
Now that these laws were put in place, people came to Solon every day to either praise or criticize them, and to suggest changes—wanting him to add or remove certain things. Many asked him to explain and clarify the meaning of specific passages. He realized that explaining them would be pointless, but ignoring their requests would make him unpopular. Wanting to find a way out of these difficulties and avoid any disapproval or complaints, which he noted was quite a challenge, as he himself said,
In great affairs to satisfy all sides,
In major matters to please everyone,
as an excuse for traveling, bought a trading vessel, and, having obtained leave for ten years’ absence, departed, hoping that by that time his laws would have become familiar.
as a reason for traveling, bought a trading ship, and, having gotten permission for ten years away, left, hoping that by then his laws would have become well-known.
His first voyage was for Egypt, and he lived, as he himself says,
His first trip was to Egypt, and he lived, as he himself says,
Near Nilus’ mouth, by fair Canopus’ shore,
Near the mouth of the Nile, by the beautiful shore of Canopus,
and spent some time in study with Psenophis of Heliopolis, and Sonchis the Saite, the most learned of all the priests; from whom, as Plato says, getting knowledge of the Atlantic story, he put it into a poem, and proposed to bring it to the knowledge of the Greeks. From thence he sailed to Cyprus, where he was made much of by Philocyprus, one of the kings there, who had a small city built by Demophon, Theseus’s son, near the river Clarius, in a strong situation, but incommodious and uneasy of access. Solon persuaded him, since there lay a fair plain below, to remove, and build there a pleasanter and more spacious city. And he stayed himself, and assisted in gathering inhabitants, and in fitting it both for defense and convenience of living; insomuch that many flocked to Philocyprus, and the other kings imitated the design; and, therefore, to honor Solon, he called the city Soli, which was formerly named Aepea. And Solon himself, in his Elegies, addressing Philocyprus, mentions this foundation in these words—
and spent some time studying with Psenophis of Heliopolis and Sonchis the Saite, the most knowledgeable of all the priests. From them, as Plato mentions, he learned about the Atlantic story, which he turned into a poem and aimed to share with the Greeks. After that, he sailed to Cyprus, where he was highly regarded by Philocyprus, one of the kings there, who had a small city built by Demophon, the son of Theseus, near the river Clarius. It was in a strong location but not very easy to access. Solon advised him to move and build a more pleasant and spacious city since there was a nice plain below. He stayed and helped gather residents and prepare it for both defense and comfortable living. As a result, many people came to Philocyprus, and other kings followed his example. To honor Solon, he named the city Soli, which was previously called Aepea. In his Elegies, Solon himself mentions this foundation addressing Philocyprus in these words—
Long may you live, and fill the Solian throne,
Succeeded still by children of your own;
And from your happy island while I sail,
Let Cyprus send for me a favoring gale;
May she advance, and bless your new command,
Prosper your town, and send me safe to land.
May you live long and hold the Solian throne,
Always followed by children of your own;
And as I sail from your joyful island,
May Cyprus send me a favorable breeze;
May she support you and bless your new role,
Help your town flourish, and bring me safely to shore.
That Solon should discourse with Croesus, some think not agreeable with chronology; but I cannot reject so famous and well-attested a narrative, and, what is more, so agreeable to Solon’s temper, and so worthy his wisdom and greatness of mind, because, forsooth, it does not agree with some chronological canons, which thousands have endeavored to regulate, and yet, to this day, could never bring their differing opinions to any agreement. They say, therefore, that Solon, coming to Croesus at his request, was in the same condition as an inland man when first he goes to see the sea; for as he fancies every river he meets with to be the ocean, so Solon, as he passed through the court, and saw a great many nobles richly dressed, and proudly attended with a multitude of guards and footboys, thought every one had been the king, till he was brought to Croesus, who was decked with every possible rarity and curiosity, in ornaments of jewels, purple, and gold, that could make a grand and gorgeous spectacle of him. Now when Solon came before him, and seemed not at all surprised, nor gave Croesus those compliments he expected, but showed himself to all discerning eyes to be a man that despised the gaudiness and petty ostentation of it, he commanded them to open all his treasure houses, and carry him to see his sumptuous furniture and luxuries though he did not wish it; Solon could judge of him well enough by the first sight of him; and, when he returned from viewing all, Croesus asked him if ever he had known a happier man than he. And when Solon answered that he had known one Tellus, a fellow-citizen of his own, and told him that this Tellus had been an honest man, had had good children, a competent estate, and died bravely in battle for his country, Croesus took him for an ill-bred fellow and a fool, for not measuring happiness by the abundance of gold and silver, and preferring the life and death of a private and mean man before so much power and empire. He asked him, however, again, if, besides Tellus, he knew any other man more happy. And Solon replying, Yes, Cleobis and Biton, who were loving brothers, and extremely dutiful sons to their mother, and, when the oxen delayed her, harnessed themselves to the wagon, and drew her to Juno’s temple, her neighbors all calling her happy, and she herself rejoicing; then, after sacrificing and feasting, they went to rest, and never rose again, but died in the midst of their honor a painless and tranquil death, “What,” said Croesus, angrily, “and dost not thou reckon us amongst the happy men at all?” Solon, unwilling either to flatter or exasperate him more, replied, “The gods, O king, have given the Greeks all other gifts in moderate degree; and so our wisdom, too, is a cheerful and a homely, not a noble and kingly wisdom; and this, observing the numerous misfortunes that attend all conditions, forbids us to grow insolent upon our present enjoyments, or to admire any man’s happiness that may yet, in course of time, suffer change. For the uncertain future has yet to come, with every possible variety of fortune; and him only to whom the divinity has continued happiness unto the end, we call happy; to salute as happy one that is still in the midst of life and hazard, we think as little safe and conclusive as to crown and proclaim as victorious the wrestler that is yet in the ring.” After this, he was dismissed, having given Croesus some pain, but no instruction.
Some people think it’s not possible for Solon to have talked with Croesus because of the timeline, but I can’t ignore such a famous and well-documented story that matches Solon’s character and showcases his wisdom and greatness. Just because it doesn’t fit some chronological guidelines that countless people have tried to sort out but never agreed on doesn’t mean we should dismiss it. They say that when Solon visited Croesus at his invitation, it was like an inland person seeing the ocean for the first time; thinking every river they encounter is the sea. As Solon walked through the court and saw many nobles dressed lavishly and surrounded by guards and attendants, he thought each one was the king until he was brought to Croesus, who was adorned with every possible rare and extravagant item, dripping in jewels, purple, and gold, creating a grand spectacle. When Solon met him, he didn’t seem surprised and didn’t offer the compliments Croesus expected. Instead, he appeared to be a man who looked down on the flashy excess around him. Croesus instructed his servants to open all his treasure houses and show him his luxurious possessions, though Solon didn’t really care to see them. He could form a good judgment of Croesus just by looking at him. After examining everything, Croesus asked Solon if he had ever met a happier man than himself. Solon replied that he had known a man named Tellus, a fellow citizen, who was honest, had good children, a decent amount of wealth, and died courageously in battle for his country. Croesus thought he was rude and foolish for not measuring happiness by wealth and for valuing the life and death of an ordinary man over his immense power and kingdom. Croesus then asked if he knew anyone else happier than Tellus. Solon answered yes, mentioning Cleobis and Biton, two devoted brothers and dutiful sons who, when their oxen were delayed, hitched themselves to their mother’s cart and pulled her to Juno’s temple, where their neighbors called her happy, and she felt joy. After they made sacrifices and feasted, they went to sleep, never to wake up, dying peacefully in their honor. Croesus angrily responded, “And you don’t consider us among the happy men at all?” Solon, not wanting to flatter or irritate him further, replied, “The gods, O king, have given the Greeks moderate gifts; our wisdom is cheerful and simple, not noble and royal. This awareness of the many misfortunes that can happen to anyone prevents us from being arrogant about our current enjoyments or from admiring any man’s happiness that could still change over time. The unpredictable future can bring all kinds of fortune, and we only call someone happy if the divine has given them happiness to the very end. To call someone happy while they’re still living and facing risks seems as unsafe and uncertain as crowning a wrestler as victorious while they’re still competing in the ring.” After saying this, he was dismissed, having caused Croesus some discomfort but no real insight.
Aesop, who wrote the fables, being then at Sardis upon Croesus’s invitation, and very much esteemed, was concerned that Solon was so ill- received, and gave him this advice: “Solon, let your converse with kings be either short or seasonable.” “Nay, rather,” replied Solon, “either short or reasonable.” So at this time Croesus despised Solon; but when he was overcome by Cyrus, had lost his city, was taken alive, condemned to be burnt, and laid bound upon the pile before all the Persians and Cyrus himself, he cried out as loud as possibly he could three times, “O Solon!” and Cyrus being surprised, and sending some to inquire what man or god this Solon was, whom alone he invoked in this extremity, Croesus told him the whole story, saying, “He was one of the wise men of Greece, whom I sent for, not to be instructed, or to learn any thing that I wanted, but that he should see and be a witness of my happiness; the loss of which was, it seems, to be a greater evil than the enjoyment was a good; for when I had them they were goods only in opinion, but now the loss of them has brought upon me intolerable and real evils. And he, conjecturing from what then was, this that now is, bade me look to the end of my life, and not rely and grow proud upon uncertainties.” When this was told Cyrus, who was a wiser man than Croesus, and saw in the present example Solon’s maxim confirmed, he not only freed Croesus from punishment, but honored him as long as he lived; and Solon had the glory, by the same saying, to save one king and instruct another.
Aesop, who wrote the fables, was in Sardis at Croesus’s invitation and was highly regarded. He was worried that Solon wasn’t being treated well, so he advised him, “Solon, keep your conversations with kings either short or timely.” Solon replied, “No, it should be either short or sensible.” At that moment, Croesus dismissed Solon, but later, after being defeated by Cyrus, losing his city, being captured, and sentenced to be burned, he found himself bound on the pyre in front of all the Persians and Cyrus himself. He shouted as loudly as he could three times, “O Solon!” Cyrus, surprised, sent some men to ask who this Solon was, the only one he called out for in his dire situation. Croesus explained the whole story, saying, “He was one of the wise men of Greece, whom I called for not to learn anything I didn’t already know, but so he could see and witness my happiness. The loss of this happiness turned out to be a much greater disaster than the happiness itself was a good. When I had it, it was only good in my opinion, but now that I’ve lost it, I’m suffering unbearable and real miseries. And he, understanding what was then and what is now, advised me to consider the end of my life and not to rely on uncertain things.” When Cyrus heard this, being wiser than Croesus and recognizing the truth of Solon’s advice in the current situation, he not only spared Croesus from punishment but also honored him for the rest of his life. Solon gained the glory of saving one king and advising another with the same insight.
When Solon was gone, the citizens began to quarrel; Lycurgus headed the Plain; Megacles, the son of Alcmaeon, those to the Sea-side; and Pisistratus the Hill-party, in which were the poorest people, the Thetes, and greatest enemies to the rich; insomuch that, though the city still used the new laws, yet all looked for and desired a change of government, hoping severally that the change would be better for them, and put them above the contrary faction. Affairs standing thus, Solon returned, and was reverenced by all, and honored; but his old age would not permit him to be as active, and to speak in public, as formerly; yet, by privately conferring with the heads of the factions, he endeavored to compose the differences, Pisistratus appearing the most tractable; for he was extremely smooth and engaging in his language, a great friend to the poor, and moderate in his resentments; and what nature had not given him, he had the skill to imitate; so that he was trusted more than the others, being accounted a prudent and orderly man, one that loved equality, and would be an enemy to any that moved against the present settlement. Thus he deceived the majority of people; but Solon quickly discovered his character, and found out his design before any one else; yet did not hate him upon this, but endeavored to humble him, and bring him off from his ambition, and often told him and others, that if any one could banish the passion for preeminence from his mind, and cure him of his desire of absolute power, none would make a more virtuous man or a more excellent citizen. Thespis, at this time, beginning to act tragedies, and the thing, because it was new, taking very much with the multitude, though it was not yet made a matter of competition, Solon, being by nature fond of hearing and learning something new, and now, in his old age, living idly, and enjoying himself, indeed, with music and with wine, went to see Thespis himself, as the ancient custom was, act; and after the play was done, he addressed him, and asked him if he was not ashamed to tell so many lies before such a number of people; and Thespis replying that it was no harm to say or do so in play, Solon vehemently struck his staff against the ground: “Ay,” said he, “if we honor and commend such play as this, we shall find it some day in our business.”
When Solon left, the citizens began to fight; Lycurgus led the Plain faction; Megacles, the son of Alcmaeon, led those by the Sea; and Pisistratus led the Hill faction, which included the poorest people, the Thetes, who were the biggest enemies of the rich. Even though the city still followed the new laws, everyone wanted a change in government, hoping that it would benefit them and elevate them above their opposing faction. With things set up this way, Solon returned and was respected and honored by all. However, his old age prevented him from being as active and speaking in public like he used to. Still, by privately discussing matters with the leaders of the factions, he tried to resolve their conflicts, finding Pisistratus to be the most agreeable; he was very smooth and charming in his speech, a good friend to the poor, and moderate in his grievances. What he lacked by nature, he managed to imitate skillfully, which made people trust him more than the others, seeing him as a wise and orderly man who valued equality and would oppose anyone who threatened the current system. Thus, he deceived most people. But Solon quickly saw through his character and figured out his intentions before anyone else. He didn't hate him for it but tried to humble him and steer him away from his ambition, often telling him and others that if anyone could rid himself of the desire for superiority and the craving for absolute power, he would become a more virtuous person and a better citizen. At this time, Thespis started acting out tragedies, and since it was new, it captivated the public, even though it wasn't yet a competitive pursuit. Solon, who naturally loved new experiences and, in his old age, was living idly and enjoying music and wine, went to see Thespis perform. After the show, he approached Thespis and asked him if he wasn't embarrassed to tell so many lies in front of such a large crowd. Thespis replied that it was harmless to do so in a play. Solon struck his staff against the ground emphatically and said, "Yes, if we honor and praise performances like this, one day we'll see it reflected in our actual lives."
Now when Pisistratus, having wounded himself, was brought into the marketplace in a chariot, and stirred up the people, as if he had been thus treated by his opponents because of his political conduct, and a great many were enraged and cried out, Solon, coming close to him, said, “This, O son of Hippocrates, is a bad copy of Homer’s Ulysses; you do, to trick your countrymen, what he did to deceive his enemies.” After this, the people were eager to protect Pisistratus, and met in an assembly, where one Ariston making a motion that they should allow Pisistratus fifty clubmen for a guard to his person, Solon opposed it, and said, much to the same purport as what he has left us in his poems,
Now, when Pisistratus had wounded himself and was brought into the marketplace in a chariot, he stirred up the crowd, as if his opponents had harmed him because of his political actions. Many people were furious and shouted. Solon approached him and said, “This, oh son of Hippocrates, is a poor imitation of Homer’s Ulysses; you are doing to trick your fellow citizens what he did to fool his enemies.” After that, the people were eager to protect Pisistratus and gathered in an assembly. There, a man named Ariston proposed that they give Pisistratus fifty armed men as a personal guard, but Solon opposed this and said something similar to what he expressed in his poems.
You dote upon his words and taking phrase;
You hang on his words and phrases;
and again,—
and again,—
True, you are singly each a crafty soul,
But all together make one empty fool.
True, each of you is a clever individual,
But together, you all just make one foolish group.
But observing the poor men bent to gratify Pisistratus, and tumultuous, and the rich fearful and getting out of harm’s way, he departed, saying he was wiser than some and stouter than others; wiser than those that did not understand the design, stouter than those that, though they understood it, were afraid to oppose the tyranny. Now, the people, having passed the law, were not nice with Pisistratus about the number of his clubmen, but took no notice of it, though he enlisted and kept as many as he would, until he seized the Acropolis. When that was done, and the city in an uproar, Megacles, with all his family, at once fled; but Solon, though he was now very old, and had none to back him, yet came into the marketplace and made a speech to the citizens, partly blaming their inadvertency and meanness of spirit, and in part urging and exhorting them not thus tamely to lose their liberty; and likewise then spoke that memorable saying, that, before, it was an easier task to stop the rising tyranny, but now the greater and more glorious action to destroy it, when it was begun already, and had gathered strength. But all being afraid to side with him, he returned home, and, taking his arms, he brought them out and laid them in the porch before his door, with these words: “I have done my part to maintain my country and my laws,” and then he busied himself no more. His friends advising him to fly, he refused; but wrote poems, and thus reproached the Athenians in them,—
But when he saw the poor men bending to please Pisistratus and the rich ones scared and trying to stay safe, he left, saying he was wiser than some and braver than others; wiser than those who didn't get the plan, braver than those who understood it but were afraid to oppose the tyranny. Now, the people, having passed the law, weren't picky about how many men Pisistratus had in his gang, and ignored it, even though he recruited and kept as many as he wanted until he took over the Acropolis. After that happened and the city was in chaos, Megacles and his family immediately ran away; but Solon, although he was very old and had no supporters, came into the marketplace and addressed the citizens, partly criticizing their carelessness and lack of spirit, and partly urging them not to passively lose their freedom; he also made that memorable statement that it was easier to stop the rising tyranny before, but now the greater and nobler action was to take it down since it had already begun and gained strength. However, since everyone was afraid to support him, he went home, took his weapons, and placed them in the porch before his door, saying, “I have done my part to uphold my country and my laws," and then he didn't engage anymore. His friends advised him to flee, but he refused; instead, he wrote poems, reproaching the Athenians through them—
If now you suffer, do not blame the Powers,
For they are good, and all the fault was ours.
All the strongholds you put into his hands,
And now his slaves must do what he commands.
If you're suffering now, don't blame the Powers,
They're good, and the fault is ours.
You gave him all the strongholds,
And now his slaves have to follow his orders.
And many telling him that the tyrant would take his life for this, and asking what he trusted to, that he ventured to speak so boldly, he replied, “To my old age.” But Pisistratus, having got the command, so extremely courted Solon, so honored him, obliged him, and sent to see him, that Solon gave him his advice, and approved many of his actions; for he retained most of Solon’s laws, observed them himself, and compelled his friends to obey. And he himself, though already absolute ruler, being accused of murder before the Areopagus, came quietly to clear himself; but his accuser did not appear. And he added other laws, one of which is that the maimed in the wars should be maintained at the public charge; this Heraclides Ponticus records, and that Pisistratus followed Solon’s example in this, who had decreed it in the case of one Thersippus, that was maimed; and Theophrastus asserts that it was Pisistratus, not Solon, that made that law against laziness, which was the reason that the country was more productive, and the city tranquiller.
And many warned him that the tyrant would kill him for this, and asked what made him think he could speak so boldly. He replied, “To my old age.” But after taking power, Pisistratus really tried to win over Solon, showing him a lot of respect, helping him out, and visiting him so that Solon ended up giving him advice and supporting many of his actions. Pisistratus kept most of Solon’s laws, followed them himself, and made sure his friends did the same. Even though he was already the absolute ruler, when he was accused of murder before the Areopagus, he calmly went to defend himself; however, his accuser did not show up. He also added new laws, one of which stated that those who were injured in war should be supported by the state. Heraclides Ponticus recorded this, noting that Pisistratus followed Solon’s example in this, who had decreed it for a man named Thersippus, who was injured. Theophrastus claims it was Pisistratus, not Solon, who made the law against laziness, which helped make the countryside more productive and the city more peaceful.
Now Solon, having begun the great work in verse, the history or fable of the Atlantic Island, which he had learned from the wise men in Sais, and thought convenient for the Athenians to know, abandoned it; not, as Plato says, by reason of want of time, but because of his age, and being discouraged at the greatness of the task; for that he had leisure enough, such verses testify, as
Now Solon, after starting the significant task of writing about the history or myth of the Atlantic Island, which he learned from the wise men in Sais and thought would be important for the Athenians to know, gave it up; not, as Plato says, because he lacked the time, but due to his age and feeling overwhelmed by the enormity of the task; for he had enough leisure, as those verses show, as
Each day grow older, and learn something new
Each day, I grow older and learn something new.
and again,—
and again—
But now the Powers of Beauty, Song, and Wine,
Which are most men’s delights, are also mine.
But now the forces of Beauty, Song, and Wine,
Which are the pleasures of most men, are also mine.
Plato, willing to improve the story of the Atlantic Island, as if it were a fair estate that wanted an heir and came with some title to him, formed, indeed, stately entrances, noble enclosures, large courts, such as never yet introduced any story, fable, or poetic fiction; but, beginning it late, ended his life before his work; and the reader’s regret for the unfinished part is the greater, as the satisfaction he takes in that which is complete is extraordinary. For as the city of Athens left only the temple of Jupiter Olympius unfinished, so Plato, amongst all his excellent works, left this only piece about the Atlantic Island imperfect. Solon lived after Pisistratus seized the government, as Heraclides Ponticus asserts, a long time; but Phanias the Eresian says not two full years; for Pisistratus began his tyranny when Comias was archon, and Phanias says Solon died under Hegestratus, who succeeded Comias. The story that his ashes were scattered about the island Salamis is too strange to be easily believed, or be thought anything but a mere fable; and yet it is given, amongst other good authors, by Aristotle, the philosopher.
Plato, eager to enhance the tale of the Atlantic Island as if it were a grand estate in need of an heir, created impressive entrances, noble enclosures, and vast courtyards unlike anything seen in previous stories, fables, or poetic works. However, since he started it late in life, he passed away before completing his project. Readers feel even more regret for the unfinished portions because the parts he did finish are remarkably satisfying. Just as the city of Athens only left the temple of Jupiter Olympius incomplete, Plato left this single piece about the Atlantic Island unfinished among all his other great works. Solon lived for quite a while after Pisistratus took control of the government, according to Heraclides Ponticus, but Phanias the Eresian claims it was not even two full years. Pisistratus began his tyranny during Comias's archonship, and Phanias states Solon died under Hegestratus, who succeeded Comias. The story that his ashes were spread across the island of Salamis seems too strange to be taken seriously or considered anything more than a mere fable; however, it is mentioned by several reputable authors, including the philosopher Aristotle.
POPLICOLA
Such was Solon. To him we compare Poplicola, who received this later title from the Roman people for his merit, as a noble accession to his former name, Publius Valerius. He descended from Valerius, a man amongst the early citizens, reputed the principal reconciler of the differences betwixt the Romans and Sabines, and one that was most instrumental in persuading their kings to assent to peace and union. Thus descended, Publius Valerius, as it is said, whilst Rome remained under its kingly government, obtained as great a name from his eloquence as from his riches, charitably employing the one in liberal aid to the poor, the other with integrity and freedom in the service of justice; thereby giving assurance, that, should the government fall into a republic, he would become a chief man in the community. The illegal and wicked accession of Tarquinius Superbus to the crown, with his making it, instead of kingly rule, the instrument of insolence and tyranny, having inspired the people with a hatred to his reign, upon the death of Lucretia (she killing herself after violence had been done to her), they took an occasion of revolt; and Lucius Brutus, engaging in the change, came to Valerius before all others, and, with his zealous assistance, deposed the kings. And whilst the people inclined towards the electing one leader instead of their king, Valerius acquiesced, that to rule was rather Brutus’s due, as the author of the democracy. But when the name of monarchy was odious to the people, and a divided power appeared more grateful in the prospect, and two were chosen to hold it, Valerius, entertaining hopes that he might be elected consul with Brutus, was disappointed; for, instead of Valerius, notwithstanding the endeavors of Brutus, Tarquinius Collatinus was chosen, the husband of Lucretia, a man noways his superior in merit. But the nobles, dreading the return of their kings, who still used all endeavors abroad and solicitations at home, were resolved upon a chieftain of an intense hatred to them, and noways likely to yield.
That was Solon. We compare him to Poplicola, who got this later title from the Roman people for his accomplishments, adding to his original name, Publius Valerius. He was a descendant of Valerius, a prominent figure among the early citizens, known as the main peacemaker between the Romans and Sabines and someone who played a crucial role in persuading their kings to agree to peace and unity. So, as the story goes, while Rome was still a monarchy, Publius Valerius gained a great reputation for his eloquence as well as his wealth, generously using his wealth to help the poor and employing his skills fairly in the pursuit of justice; this showed that if the government turned into a republic, he would become an important leader in the community. The unlawful and cruel rise of Tarquinius Superbus to the throne, turning what was supposed to be kingship into a tool of arrogance and tyranny, made the people hate his rule. After the death of Lucretia (who took her own life after being assaulted), the people saw an opportunity to revolt; Lucius Brutus, getting involved in the change, sought out Valerius above all others and, with his passionate support, ousted the kings. As the people leaned toward choosing one leader instead of a king, Valerius agreed that Brutus deserved to lead as the founder of the democracy. However, when the idea of monarchy became repugnant to the people, and they preferred shared power, they chose two leaders to hold that power. Valerius hoped to be elected consul alongside Brutus but was disappointed; instead of Valerius, despite Brutus's attempts, Tarquinius Collatinus, Lucretia's husband, was chosen, a man not superior to him in merit. Yet the nobles, fearing the return of their kings, who were still trying every possible means abroad and appealing at home, resolved to choose a leader who intensely hated them and was unlikely to back down.
Now Valerius was troubled, that his desire to serve his country should be doubted, because he had sustained no private injury from the insolence of the tyrants. He withdrew from the senate and practice of the bar, quitting all public concerns; which gave an occasion of discourse, and fear, too, lest his anger should reconcile him to the king’s side, and he should prove the ruin of the state, tottering as yet under the uncertainties of a change. But Brutus being doubtful of some others, and determining to give the test to the senate upon the altars, upon the day appointed Valerius came with cheerfulness into the forum, and was the first man that took the oath, in no way to submit or yield to Tarquin’s propositions, but rigorously to maintain liberty; which gave great satisfaction to the senate and assurance to the consuls, his actions soon after showing the sincerity of his oath. For ambassadors came from Tarquin, with popular and specious proposals, whereby they thought to seduce the people, as though the king had cast off all insolence, and made moderation the only measure of his desires. To this embassy the consuls thought fit to give public audience, but Valerius opposed it, and would not permit that the poorer people, who entertained more fear of war than of tyranny, should have any occasion offered them, or any temptations to new designs. Afterwards other ambassadors arrived, who declared their king would recede from his crown, and lay down his arms, only capitulating for a restitution to himself, his friends, and allies, of their moneys and estates to support them in their banishment. Now, several inclining to the request, and Collatinus in particular favoring it, Brutus, a man of vehement and unbending nature, rushed into the forum, there proclaiming his fellow- consul to be a traitor, in granting subsidies to tyranny, and supplies for a war to those to whom it was monstrous to allow so much as subsistence in exile. This caused an assembly of the citizens, amongst whom the first that spake was Caius Minucius, a private man, who advised Brutus, and urged the Romans to keep the property, and employ it against the tyrants, rather than to remit it to the tyrants, to be used against themselves. The Romans, however, decided that whilst they enjoyed the liberty they had fought for, they should not sacrifice peace for the sake of money, but send out the tyrants’ property after them. This question, however, of his property, was the least part of Tarquin’s design; the demand sounded the feelings of the people, and was preparatory to a conspiracy which the ambassadors endeavored to excite, delaying their return, under pretense of selling some of the goods and reserving others to be sent away, till, in fine, they corrupted two of the most eminent families in Rome, the Aquillian, which had three, and the Vitellian, which had two senators. These all were, by the mother’s side, nephews to Collatinus; besides which Brutus had a special alliance to the Vitellii from his marriage with their sister, by whom he had several children; two of whom, of their own age, their near relations and daily companions, the Vitellii seduced to join in the plot, to ally themselves to the great house and royal hopes of the Tarquins, and gain emancipation from the violence and imbecility united of their father, whose austerity to offenders they termed violence, while the imbecility which he had long feigned, to protect himself from the tyrants, still, it appears, was, in name at least, ascribed to him. When upon these inducements the youths came to confer with the Aquillii, all thought it convenient to bind themselves in a solemn and dreadful oath, by tasting the blood of a murdered man, and touching his entrails. For which design they met at the house of the Aquillii. The building chosen for the transaction was, as was natural, dark and unfrequented, and a slave named Vindicius had, as it chanced, concealed himself there, not out of design or any intelligence of the affair, but, accidentally being within, seeing with how much haste and concern they came in, he was afraid to be discovered, and placed himself behind a chest, where he was able to observe their actions and overhear their debates. Their resolutions were to kill the consuls, and they wrote letters to Tarquin to this effect, and gave them to the ambassadors, who were lodging upon the spot with the Aquillii, and were present at the consultation.
Valerius was worried that people might doubt his commitment to serving his country just because he hadn’t personally suffered due to the tyrants’ arrogance. He decided to step back from the senate and his legal practice, withdrawing from all public matters. This sparked conversations and fears that his anger might push him toward the king’s side, potentially leading to the downfall of the state, which was still unstable amid the potential for change. However, Brutus, unsure about some others, intended to test the senate on the altars, and on the appointed day, Valerius entered the forum cheerfully and was the first to take an oath, pledging not to submit to Tarquin’s demands and to fiercely protect their freedom. This brought the senate great satisfaction and reassured the consuls, as his later actions demonstrated the sincerity of his oath. Tarquin sent ambassadors with appealing offers that aimed to entice the people, suggesting that he had abandoned his arrogance and was now only focused on reasonable proposals. The consuls decided to give these ambassadors a public audience, but Valerius opposed it, insisting that the poorer citizens, who feared war more than tyranny, should not be tempted into new schemes. Later, other ambassadors arrived announcing that the king would renounce his crown and disarm, only asking for the return of his money and property to support himself, his friends, and allies during their exile. Some were inclined to agree, especially Collatinus, but Brutus, a strong and determined man, burst into the forum, declaring Collatinus a traitor for providing support to tyranny and for proposing aid for a war against those to whom it was unthinkable to grant even sustenance in exile. This sparked a gathering of citizens, with Caius Minucius, a private citizen, being the first to speak, advising Brutus and urging the Romans to keep the property and use it against the tyrants rather than send it back to them for use against the people. The Romans ultimately decided that while they enjoyed the freedom they had fought for, they should not trade peace for money but send the tyrants’ possessions after them. However, the issue of property was the least of Tarquin’s intentions; the demand was meant to gauge the people's feelings and set the stage for a conspiracy that the ambassadors were trying to instigate, delaying their departure under the pretense of selling some items and reserving others to be sent away, until they ultimately corrupted two of Rome’s most prominent families, the Aquillian, with three senators, and the Vitellian, with two senators. All of them were, on their mother’s side, nephews to Collatinus; plus, Brutus had a special connection to the Vitellii through his marriage to their sister, with whom he had several children. Two of those children, close in age and daily companions to the Vitellii, were lured into the plot, aiming to align themselves with the influential house and royal aspirations of the Tarquins while escaping their father's harshness, which they labeled as violence, even though his long-standing feigned weakness for protection against the tyrants was still, at least nominally, attributed to him. When the youths consulted with the Aquillii, they all decided it was fitting to commit themselves to a serious and terrifying oath by tasting the blood of a murdered man and touching his insides. They gathered at the Aquillii’s house for this purpose. The chosen place for this meeting was, as expected, dark and secluded, and a slave named Vindicius happened to hide there, not out of any prior knowledge of the plot, but simply by chance. Noticing the urgency and anxiety as they arrived, he was afraid of being discovered and crouched behind a chest, where he could watch their activities and overhear their conversations. Their plan was to kill the consuls, and they wrote letters to Tarquin detailing this plan, which they entrusted to the ambassadors who were staying nearby with the Aquillii and had been present at their discussions.
Upon their departure, Vindicius secretly quitted the house, but was at a loss what to do in the matter, for to arraign the sons before the father Brutus, or the nephews before the uncle Collatinus, seemed equally (as indeed it was) shocking; yet he knew no private Roman to whom he could entrust secrets of such importance. Unable, however, to keep silence, and burdened with his knowledge, he went and addressed himself to Valerius, whose known freedom and kindness of temper were an inducement; as he was a person to whom the needy had easy access, and who never shut his gates against the petitions or indigences of humble people. But when Vindicius came and made a complete discovery to him, his brother Marcus and his own wife being present, Valerius was struck with amazement, and by no means would dismiss the discoverer, but confined him to the room, and placed his wife as a guard to the door, sending his brother in the interim to beset the king’s palace, and seize, if possible, the writings there, and secure the domestics, whilst he, with his constant attendance of clients and friends, and a great retinue of attendants, repaired to the house of the Aquillii, who were, as it chanced, absent from home; and so, forcing an entrance through the gates, they lit upon the letters then lying in the lodgings of the ambassadors. Meantime the Aquillii returned in all haste, and, coming to blows about the gate, endeavored a recovery of the letters. The other party made a resistance, and, throwing their gowns round their opponents’ necks, at last, after much struggling on both sides, made their way with their prisoners through the streets into the forum. The like engagement happened about the king’s palace, where Marcus seized some other letters which it was designed should be conveyed away in the goods, and, laying hands on such of the king’s people as he could find, dragged them also into the forum. When the consuls had quieted the tumult, Vindicius was brought out by the orders of Valerius, and the accusation stated, and the letters were opened, to which the traitors could make no plea. Most of the people standing mute and sorrowful, some only, out of kindness to Brutus, mentioning banishment, the tears of Collatinus, attended with Valerius’s silence, gave some hopes of mercy. But Brutus, calling his two sons by their names, “Canst not thou,” said he, “O Titus, or thou, Tiberius, make any defense against the indictment?” The question being thrice proposed, and no reply made, he turned himself to the lictors, and cried, “What remains is your duty.” They immediately seized the youths, and, stripping them of their clothes, bound their hands behind them, and scourged their bodies with their rods; too tragical a scene for others to look at; Brutus, however, is said not to have turned aside his face, nor allowed the least glance of pity to soften and smooth his aspect of rigor and austerity; but sternly watched his children suffer, even till the lictors, extending them on the ground, cut off their heads with an axe; then departed, committing the rest to the judgment of his colleague. An action truly open alike to the highest commendation and the strongest censure; for either the greatness of his virtue raised him above the impressions of sorrow, or the extravagance of his misery took away all sense of it; but neither seemed common, or the result of humanity, but either divine or brutish. Yet it is more reasonable that our judgment should yield to his reputation, than that his merit should suffer detraction by the weakness of our judgment; in the Romans’ opinion, Brutus did a greater work in the establishment of the government than Romulus in the foundation of the city.
Upon leaving, Vindicius quietly exited the house, but he was uncertain about what to do, as bringing the sons before their father Brutus or the nephews before their uncle Collatinus seemed equally, and indeed was, shocking. However, he didn’t know any private Roman he could trust with such important secrets. Unable to remain silent and burdened by what he knew, he approached Valerius, whose reputation for being friendly and generous made him a good choice; he was someone the needy could easily access, and he never turned away anyone who asked for help. But when Vindicius arrived and fully revealed the situation to him, with his brother Marcus and his own wife present, Valerius was taken aback. He wouldn't dismiss Vindicius; instead, he kept him in the room and had his wife guard the door. In the meantime, he sent his brother to surround the king’s palace and try to seize any documents there and secure the household staff, while he went, with his usual crowd of clients and friends, to the home of the Aquillii, who happened to be out. Forcing his way through the gates, they found the letters left in the ambassadors' quarters. Meanwhile, the Aquillii returned quickly and tried to retrieve the letters, resulting in a struggle over the gate. The other side resisted, and after much fighting, they managed to drag their prisoners through the streets to the forum. A similar confrontation took place at the king’s palace, where Marcus grabbed some other letters intended to be taken away with the belongings and captured any of the king's people he could find, bringing them into the forum as well. Once the consuls had restored order, Vindicius was brought out on Valerius's orders, and the accusations were laid out, with the letters opened, to which the traitors had no defense. Most of the onlookers were silent and sorrowful; some, out of compassion for Brutus, suggested banishment. The tears of Collatinus, along with Valerius's silence, gave some hope for mercy. However, Brutus called his two sons by name, saying, “Can’t either of you, O Titus or Tiberius, defend yourselves against the charges?” After asking this three times with no response, he turned to the lictors and shouted, “It’s your duty to act now.” They immediately seized the young men, stripped them of their clothes, bound their hands behind them, and whipped them with rods; it was too tragic a scene for others to watch. However, Brutus is said to have not turned away, nor did he allow any sign of pity to soften his stern and serious demeanor. He watched his children suffer until the lictors, laying them on the ground, beheaded them with an axe; then he left, leaving the rest to his colleague's judgment. This act is truly open to both great praise and harsh criticism; either his virtue elevated him above grief, or the depth of his suffering numbed his senses. But neither response appeared to be common or purely human; it seemed either divine or savage. However, it’s more reasonable that we accept his reputation rather than let our judgment diminish his merit; in the opinion of the Romans, Brutus accomplished a greater feat in establishing the government than Romulus did in founding the city.
Upon Brutus’s departure out of the forum, consternation, horror, and silence for some time possessed all that reflected on what was done; the easiness and tardiness, however, of Collatinus, gave confidence to the Aquillii to request some time to answer their charge, and that Vindicius, their servant, should be remitted into their hands, and no longer harbored amongst their accusers. The consul seemed inclined to their proposal, and was proceeding to dissolve the assembly; but Valerius would not suffer Vindicius, who was surrounded by his people, to be surrendered, nor the meeting to withdraw without punishing the traitors; and at length laid violent hands upon the Aquillii, and, calling Brutus to his assistance, exclaimed against the unreasonable course of Collatinus, to impose upon his colleague the necessity of taking away the lives of his own sons, and yet have thoughts of gratifying some women with the lives of traitors and public enemies. Collatinus, displeased at this, and commanding Vindicius to be taken away, the lictors made their way through the crowd and seized their man, and struck all who endeavored a rescue. Valerius’s friends headed the resistance, and the people cried out for Brutus, who, returning, on silence being made, told them he had been competent to pass sentence by himself upon his own sons, but left the rest to the suffrages of the free citizens: “Let every man speak that wishes, and persuade whom he can.” But there was no need of oratory, for, it being referred to the vote, they were returned condemned by all the suffrages, and were accordingly beheaded.
As Brutus left the forum, everyone was filled with confusion, horror, and a heavy silence as they reflected on what had happened. However, Collatinus's hesitance and slowness gave the Aquillii the confidence to ask for some time to respond to the accusations, and they requested that Vindicius, their servant, be handed back to them instead of remaining with his accusers. The consul seemed open to their request and was about to dismiss the assembly, but Valerius wouldn’t allow Vindicius, who was surrounded by his supporters, to be given up or for the meeting to end without punishing the traitors. He forcefully confronted the Aquillii, calling on Brutus for help, and protested against Collatinus's unreasonable actions, which would force his colleague to sentence his own sons while considering sparing the lives of traitors and public enemies for the sake of a few women. Collatinus, annoyed by this, ordered Vindicius to be taken away, and the lictors pushed through the crowd to seize him, striking anyone who tried to intervene. Valerius’s allies led the resistance, and the crowd called for Brutus, who returned and, once silence was restored, stated that he could pass sentence on his own sons but would leave the rest to the votes of the free citizens: “Let anyone speak who wishes to, and persuade whom they can.” But there was no need for speeches, as when the matter was put to a vote, they were all unanimously condemned and were subsequently beheaded.
Collatinus’s relationship to the kings had, indeed, already rendered him suspicious, and his second name, too, had made him obnoxious to the people, who were loath to hear the very sound of Tarquin; but after this had happened, perceiving himself an offense to every one, he relinquished his charge and departed from the city. At the new elections in his room, Valerius obtained, with high honor, the consulship, as a just reward of his zeal; of which he thought Vindicius deserved a share, whom he made, first of all freedmen, a citizen of Rome, and gave him the privilege of voting in what tribe soever he was pleased to be enrolled; other freedmen received the right of suffrage a long time after from Appius, who thus courted popularity; and from this Vindicius, a perfect manumission is called to this day vindicta. This done, the goods of the kings were exposed to plunder, and the palace to ruin.
Collatinus's connection to the kings had already made him suspicious in the eyes of the people, and his last name made him unpopular, as they were averse to even hearing the name Tarquin. After realizing he had become a source of offense to everyone, he stepped down from his position and left the city. In the new elections to replace him, Valerius was chosen as consul, receiving great honor as a rightful reward for his dedication. He believed Vindicius also deserved recognition, so he made him, the first of all freedmen, a citizen of Rome and granted him the right to vote in whichever tribe he wanted to be enrolled in. Other freedmen had to wait a long time before Appius gave them voting rights to gain popularity. Because of this, a full manumission is still known today as vindicta. With that accomplished, the kings' possessions were left vulnerable to looting, and the palace was left to fall into ruin.
The pleasantest part of the field of Mars, which Tarquin had owned, was devoted to the service of that god; it happening to be harvest season, and the sheaves yet being on the ground, they thought it not proper to commit them to the flail, or unsanctify them with any use; and, therefore, carrying them to the river side, and trees withal that were cut down, they cast all into the water, dedicating the soil, free from all occupation, to the deity. Now, these thrown in, one upon another, and closing together, the stream did not bear them far, but where the first were carried down and came to a bottom, the remainder, finding no farther conveyance, were stopped and interwoven one with another; the stream working the mass into a firmness, and washing down fresh mud. This, settling there, became an accession of matter, as well as cement, to the rubbish, insomuch that the violence of the waters could not remove it, but forced and compressed it all together. Thus its bulk and solidity gained it new subsidies, which gave it extension enough to stop on its way most of what the stream brought down. This is now a sacred island, lying by the city, adorned with temples of the gods, and walks, and is called in the Latin tongue inter duos pontes. Though some say this did not happen at the dedication of Tarquin’s field, but in after- times, when Tarquinia, a vestal priestess, gave an adjacent field to the public, and obtained great honors in consequence, as, amongst the rest, that of all women her testimony alone should be received; she had also the liberty to marry, but refused it; thus some tell the story.
The most pleasant part of the Field of Mars, which Tarquin owned, was dedicated to the worship of that god. Since it was harvest season and the sheaves were still on the ground, they thought it was inappropriate to use them with the flail or to desecrate them in any way. So, they carried the sheaves and some cut-down trees to the riverbank and tossed everything into the water, dedicating the land, now free of any use, to the deity. Once these items were thrown in, piled on top of each other, the current couldn’t carry them very far. The first ones sunk down and, finding no more flow, the rest were stopped and tangled together; the current compacted the mass and washed away fresh mud. This settled down, adding both material and binding to the debris, so much so that even the force of the waters couldn’t displace it but pressed it all together. Consequently, its size and solidity gave it enough substance to block most of what the stream brought downstream. This area is now a sacred island beside the city, embellished with temples to the gods and pathways, known in Latin as "inter duos pontes." However, some claim this didn’t occur during the dedication of Tarquin’s field but later when Tarquinia, a vestal priestess, gifted a nearby field for public use and gained significant honors, including that only her testimony among women should be accepted. She also had the right to marry but chose not to; that’s how some recount the story.
Tarquin, despairing of a return to his kingdom by the conspiracy, found a kind reception amongst the Tuscans, who, with a great army, proceeded to restore him. The consuls headed the Romans against them, and made their rendezvous in certain holy places, the one called the Arsian grove, the other the Aesuvian meadow. When they came into action, Aruns, the son of Tarquin, and Brutus, the Roman consul, not accidentally encountering each other, but out of hatred and rage, the one to avenge tyranny and enmity to his country, the other his banishment, set spurs to their horses, and, engaging with more fury than forethought, disregarding their own security, fell together in the combat. This dreadful onset hardly was followed by a more favorable end; both armies, doing and receiving equal damage, were separated by a storm. Valerius was much concerned, not knowing what the result of the day was, and seeing his men as well dismayed at the sight of their own dead, as rejoiced at the loss of the enemy; so apparently equal in the number was the slaughter on either side. Each party, however, felt surer of defeat from the actual sight of their own dead, than they could feel of victory from conjecture about those of their adversaries. The night being come (and such as one may presume must follow such a battle), and the armies laid to rest, they say that the grove shook, and uttered a voice, saying that the Tuscans had lost one man more than the Romans; clearly a divine announcement; and the Romans at once received it with shouts and expressions of joy; whilst the Tuscans, through fear and amazement, deserted their tents, and were for the most part dispersed. The Romans, falling upon the remainder, amounting to nearly five thousand, took them prisoners, and plundered the camp; when they numbered the dead, they found on the Tuscans’ side eleven thousand and three hundred, exceeding their own loss but by one man. This fight happened upon the last day of February, and Valerius triumphed in honor of it, being the first consul that drove in with a four-horse chariot; which sight both appeared magnificent, and was received with an admiration free from envy or offense (as some suggest) on the part of the spectators; it would not otherwise have been continued with so much eagerness and emulation through all the after ages. The people applauded likewise the honors he did to his colleague, in adding to his obsequies a funeral oration; which was so much liked by the Romans, and found so good a reception, that it became customary for the best men to celebrate the funerals of great citizens with speeches in their commendation; and their antiquity in Rome is affirmed to be greater than in Greece, unless, with the orator Anaximenes, we make Solon the first author.
Tarquin, hopeless about returning to his kingdom because of the conspiracy, found a warm welcome among the Tuscans, who gathered a large army to restore him. The consuls led the Romans against them, meeting at certain sacred places, one called the Arsian grove and the other the Aesuvian meadow. When the battle began, Aruns, Tarquin's son, and Brutus, the Roman consul, inevitably faced each other, fueled by hatred and anger—one seeking revenge for tyranny and betrayal to his country, the other for his exile. They spurred their horses, engaging with reckless fury, ignoring their own safety, and collided in combat. This terrible clash was not followed by a more favorable outcome; both armies suffered equal losses and were separated by a storm. Valerius was deeply worried, unsure of the day's result, and saw his men equally distressed at the sight of their dead and pleased at the enemy's losses, as the number of casualties on both sides seemed so even. Each side felt more certain of their defeat from seeing their own dead than they did about claiming victory based on guesses about their opponents' losses. As night fell—inevitably after such a battle—and both armies rested, they say the grove trembled and a voice declared that the Tuscans had lost one more man than the Romans; clearly a divine signal. The Romans welcomed this announcement with cheers and joy, while the Tuscans, filled with fear and astonishment, abandoned their tents and scattered. The Romans attacked the remaining troops, numbering nearly five thousand, capturing them and looting the camp. When they counted the dead, they found that the Tuscans had lost eleven thousand three hundred, exceeding their own losses by just one man. This battle took place on the last day of February, and Valerius celebrated a triumph for it, being the first consul to enter in a four-horse chariot; a spectacle that was both magnificent and received with admiration free from envy or offense (as some claim) by the onlookers—otherwise, it wouldn't have been so eagerly continued through the ages. The crowd also applauded the honors he paid to his colleague, adding a funeral speech to his memorial; this was so well-received by the Romans that it became customary for prominent individuals to deliver speeches praising great citizens at their funerals. Their tradition in Rome is said to be older than in Greece, unless we consider Anaximenes, who names Solon as the first author.
Yet some part of Valerius’s behavior did give offense and disgust to the people, because Brutus, whom they esteemed the father of their liberty, had not presumed to rule without a colleague, but united one and then another to him in his commission; while Valerius, they said, centering all authority in himself, seemed not in any sense a successor to Brutus in the consulship, but to Tarquin in the tyranny; he might make verbal harangues to Brutus’s memory, yet, when he was attended with all the rods and axes, proceeding down from a house than which the king’s house that he had demolished had not been statelier, those actions showed him an imitator of Tarquin. For, indeed, his dwelling house on the Velia was somewhat imposing in appearance, hanging over the forum, and overlooking all transactions there; the access to it was hard, and to see him far of coming down, a stately and royal spectacle. But Valerius showed how well it were for men in power and great offices to have ears that give admittance to truth before flattery; for upon his friends telling him that he displeased the people, he contended not, neither resented it, but while it was still night, sending for a number of workpeople, pulled down his house and leveled it with the ground; so that in the morning the people, seeing and flocking together, expressed their wonder and their respect for his magnanimity, and their sorrow, as though it had been a human being, for the large and beautiful house which was thus lost to them by an unfounded jealousy, while its owner, their consul, without a roof of his own, had to beg a lodging with his friends. For his friends received him, till a place the people gave him was furnished with a house, though less stately than his own, where now stands the temple, as it is called, of Vica Pota.
Yet some aspects of Valerius’s behavior offended and disgusted the people because Brutus, whom they regarded as the father of their liberty, never thought to rule without a colleague; he appointed one after another to share power with him. In contrast, Valerius seemed to centralize all authority in himself and, rather than being seen as Brutus’s successor in the consulship, he appeared more like a successor to Tarquin in tyranny. He could make speeches in memory of Brutus, but when he was escorted by all the rods and axes, coming down from a house grander than the king’s house he had destroyed, it made him seem like an imitator of Tarquin. His house on the Velia was quite impressive, overlooking the forum and all the activities there; it was difficult to access, and seeing him descend from it was a stately and royal sight. But Valerius showed how important it is for people in power to listen to the truth rather than flattery; when his friends told him that the people were upset with him, he didn't argue or take offense. Instead, while it was still night, he summoned a group of workers and had his house torn down to the ground. By morning, the people gathered in astonishment, expressing respect for his bravery and sorrow as if mourning a person for the loss of the large and beautiful house, all due to unfounded jealousy, while their consul had to seek shelter with friends. His friends took him in until the people provided him with a modest place to live, which is now where the temple, known as the temple of Vica Pota, stands.
He resolved to render the government, as well as himself, instead of terrible, familiar and pleasant to the people, and parted the axes from the rods, and always, upon his entrance into the assembly, lowered these also to the people, to show, in the strongest way, the republican foundation of the government; and this the consuls observe to this day. But the humility of the man was but a means, not, as they thought, of lessening himself, but merely to abate their envy by this moderation; for whatever he detracted from his authority he added to his real power, the people still submitting with satisfaction, which they expressed by calling him Poplicola, or people-lover, which name had the preeminence of the rest, and, therefore, in the sequel of this narrative we shall use no other.
He decided to make the government, as well as himself, less intimidating and more familiar and friendly to the people. He separated the axes from the rods and, every time he entered the assembly, showed them to the people to demonstrate the republican foundation of the government, which the consuls continue to do to this day. However, his humility was just a strategy, not to diminish himself, but to reduce their envy through this moderation. Whatever he gave up in authority, he gained in real power, as the people willingly accepted him, expressing their approval by calling him Poplicola, or "lover of the people," a title that stood out above the others. Therefore, as we continue this story, we will use no other name.
He gave free leave to any to sue for the consulship; but before the admittance of a colleague, mistrusting the chances, lest emulation or ignorance should cross his designs, by his sole authority enacted his best and most important measures. First, he supplied the vacancies of the senators, whom either Tarquin long before had put to death, or the war lately cut off; those that he enrolled, they write, amounted to a hundred and sixty-four; afterwards he made several laws which added much to the people’s liberty, in particular one granting offenders the liberty of appealing to the people from the judgment of the consuls; a second, that made it death to usurp any magistracy without the people’s consent; a third, for the relief of poor citizens, which, taking off their taxes, encouraged their labors; another, against disobedience to the consuls, which was no less popular than the rest, and rather to the benefit of the commonalty than to the advantage of the nobles, for it imposed upon disobedience the penalty of ten oxen and two sheep; the price of a sheep being ten obols, of an ox, a hundred. For the use of money was then infrequent amongst the Romans, but their wealth in cattle great; even now pieces of property are called peculia, from pecus, cattle; and they had stamped upon their most ancient money an ox, a sheep, or a hog; and surnamed their sons Suillii, Bubulci, Caprarii, and Porcii, from caprae, goats, and porci, hogs.
He allowed anyone to run for the consulship, but before bringing in a colleague, he was cautious about the potential outcome, fearing that competition or ignorance could disrupt his plans. So, with his own authority, he implemented his most important measures. First, he filled the gaps left by senators who had either been executed by Tarquin long ago or killed in recent wars. It’s said that he enrolled a total of one hundred sixty-four senators. Then, he passed several laws that greatly increased the people's freedoms, particularly one that allowed offenders to appeal to the public against the consuls' judgments; a second law made it punishable by death to take any office without the people's consent; a third provided relief for poor citizens by removing their taxes, which encouraged them to work harder; and another law addressed disobedience to the consuls, which was just as popular as the others and more beneficial to the common people than the nobles, imposing a penalty of ten oxen and two sheep for disobedience. At that time, money wasn’t commonly used by the Romans, but they had significant wealth in livestock; even today, properties are called peculia, which comes from the word for cattle, "pecus." Their oldest coins featured an ox, a sheep, or a pig, and they named their sons Suillii, Bubulci, Caprarii, and Porcii, from words meaning goats and pigs.
Amidst this mildness and moderation, for one excessive fault he instituted one excessive punishment; for he made it lawful without trial to take away any man’s life that aspired to a tyranny, and acquitted the slayer, if he produced evidence of the crime; for though it was not probable for a man, whose designs were so great, to escape all notice; yet because it was possible he might, although observed, by force anticipate judgment, which the usurpation itself would then preclude, he gave a license to any to anticipate the usurper. He was honored likewise for the law touching the treasury; for because it was necessary for the citizens to contribute out of their estates to the maintenance of wars, and he was unwilling himself to be concerned in the care of it, or to permit his friends, or indeed to let the public money pass into any private house, he allotted the temple of Saturn for the treasury, in which to this day they deposit the tribute-money, and granted the people the liberty of choosing two young men as quaestors, or treasurers. The first were Publius Veturius and Marcus Minucius; and a large sum was collected, for they assessed one hundred and thirty thousand, excusing orphans and widows from the payment. After these dispositions, he admitted Lucretius, the father of Lucretia, as his colleague, and gave him the precedence in the government, by resigning the fasces to him, as due to his years, which privilege of seniority continued to our time. But within a few days Lucretius died, and in a new election Marcus Horatius succeeded in that honor, and continued consul for the remainder of the year.
Amidst this calm and balanced approach, he introduced one severe punishment for an excessive offense; he made it legal to take any man's life who aimed for tyranny without a trial, and he acquitted the killer if they provided evidence of the crime. Even though it was unlikely that someone with such grand ambitions could avoid detection, there was still a chance they could act violently before judgment could be made. To address this, he allowed anyone to act against the would-be usurper before they could establish their rule. He was also respected for the law regarding the treasury; since it was necessary for citizens to contribute from their property to fund wars, and he didn’t want to manage this himself or allow his friends to handle it, nor did he want public money to go into private hands, he designated the temple of Saturn as the treasury, where tribute money is still deposited today. He also gave the people the power to elect two young men as quaestors, or treasurers. The first were Publius Veturius and Marcus Minucius; a significant amount was collected, totaling one hundred thirty thousand, exempting orphans and widows from payment. After these arrangements, he appointed Lucretius, the father of Lucretia, as his colleague and handed him the fasces, acknowledging his seniority, a privilege that has continued to this day. However, within a few days, Lucretius passed away, and in a new election, Marcus Horatius was chosen to take his place and remained consul for the rest of the year.
Now, whilst Tarquin was making preparations in Tuscany for a second war against the Romans, it is said a great portent occurred. When Tarquin was king, and had all but completed the buildings of the Capitol, designing, whether from oracular advice or his own pleasure, to erect an earthen chariot upon the top, he entrusted the workmanship to Tuscans of the city Veii, but soon after lost his kingdom. The work thus modeled, the Tuscans set in a furnace, but the clay showed not those passive qualities which usually attend its nature, to subside and be condensed upon the evaporation of the moisture, but rose and swelled out to that bulk, that, when solid and firm, notwithstanding the removal of the roof and opening the walls of the furnace, it could not be taken out without much difficulty. The soothsayers looked upon this as a divine prognostic of success and power to those that should possess it; and the Tuscans resolved not to deliver it to the Romans, who demanded it, but answered that it rather belonged to Tarquin than to those who had sent him into exile. A few days after, they had a horse-race there, with the usual shows and solemnities, and as the charioteer, with his garland on his head, was quietly driving the victorious chariot out of the ring, the horses, upon no apparent occasion, taking fright, either by divine instigation or by accident, hurried away their driver at full speed to Rome; neither did his holding them in prevail, nor his voice, but he was forced along with violence till, coming to the Capitol, he was thrown out by the gate called Ratumena. This occurrence raised wonder and fear in the Veientines, who now permitted the delivery of the chariot.
Now, while Tarquin was preparing in Tuscany for a second war against the Romans, a great omen is said to have occurred. When Tarquin was king and was almost finished building the Capitol, planning to place an earthen chariot on top—whether out of divine guidance or his own desire—he entrusted the craftsmanship to Tuscans from the city of Veii but soon lost his kingdom. After they shaped the chariot, the Tuscans placed it in a furnace, but the clay didn’t behave as expected; instead of settling down as it dried, it expanded and grew. Once solid, it was so large that, even after removing the roof and opening the walls of the furnace, it couldn't be taken out without great difficulty. The soothsayers interpreted this as a divine sign of success and power for whoever would possess it, and the Tuscans decided not to hand it over to the Romans, who had requested it. They responded that it rightfully belonged to Tarquin, not to those who had exiled him. A few days later, during a horse race with the usual festivities, the charioteer, wearing a garland on his head, was smoothly driving the victorious chariot out of the arena when, for no apparent reason—whether by divine intervention or chance—the horses suddenly took off. Despite his attempts to control them, his voice alone couldn’t stop them, and he was violently pulled along until they reached the Capitol, where he was thrown out by the gate called Ratumena. This event filled the Veientines with wonder and fear, prompting them to agree to deliver the chariot.
The building of the temple of the Capitoline Jupiter had been vowed by Tarquin, the son of Demaratus, when warring with the Sabines; Tarquinius Superbus, his son or grandson, built, but could not dedicate it, because he lost his kindom before it was quite finished. And now that it was completed with all its ornaments, Poplicola was ambitious to dedicate it; but the nobility envied him that honor, as, indeed, also, in some degree, those his prudence in making laws and conduct in wars entitled him to. Grudging him, at any rate, the addition of this, they urged Horatius to sue for the dedication and, whilst Poplicola was engaged in some military expedition, voted it to Horatius, and conducted him to the Capitol, as though, were Poplicola present, they could not have carried it. Yet, some write, Poplicola was by lot destined against his will to the expedition, the other to the dedication; and what happened in the performance seems to intimate some ground for this conjecture; for, upon the Ides of September, which happens about the full moon of the month Metagitnion, the people having assembled at the Capitol and silence being enjoined, Horatius, after the performance of other ceremonies, holding the doors, according to custom, was proceeding to pronounce the words of dedication, when Marcus, the brother of Poplicola, who had got a place on purpose beforehand near the door, observing his opportunity, cried, “O consul, thy son lies dead in the camp;” which made a great impression upon all others who heard it, yet in nowise discomposed Horatius, who returned merely the reply, “Cast the dead out whither you please; I am not a mourner;” and so completed the dedication. The news was not true, but Marcus thought the lie might avert him from his performance; but it argues him a man of wonderful self-possession, whether he at once saw through the cheat, or, believing it as true, showed no discomposure.
The temple of Capitoline Jupiter was promised by Tarquin, son of Demaratus, during his war with the Sabines. His son or grandson, Tarquinius Superbus, built it but couldn’t dedicate it because he lost his kingdom before it was fully complete. Now that it was finished with all its decorations, Poplicola wanted to dedicate it. However, the nobles envied him this honor, and to some extent, they also envied his wisdom in lawmaking and his leadership in wars. Jealous of him, they encouraged Horatius to request the dedication. While Poplicola was away on a military campaign, they voted to give the honor to Horatius and brought him to the Capitol, as if they couldn’t have done it if Poplicola were there. Some say that by chance, Poplicola was assigned to the expedition against his will, while Horatius was destined for the dedication. What transpired suggests some truth to this idea. On the Ides of September, around the full moon of the month Metagitnion, the people gathered at the Capitol, and after silence was called, Horatius, following the usual rituals, was about to declare the dedication when Marcus, Poplicola's brother, who had positioned himself near the door in advance, seized his chance and shouted, “Oh consul, your son is dead in the camp.” This had a profound effect on all who heard it, but it didn’t fluster Horatius at all. He simply replied, “You can dispose of the dead however you like; I am not in mourning,” and finished the dedication. The news was false, but Marcus believed the lie might stop Horatius from proceeding. This shows he was an exceptionally composed man, whether he saw through the deception immediately or, believing it to be true, remained unshaken.
The same fortune attended the dedication of the second temple; the first, as has been said, was built by Tarquin and dedicated by Horatius; it was burnt down in the civil wars. The second, Sylla built, and, dying before the dedication, left that honor to Catulus; and when this was demolished in the Vitellian sedition, Vespasian, with the same success that attended him in other things, began a third, and lived to see it finished, but did not live to see it again destroyed, as it presently was; but was as fortunate in dying before its destruction, as Sylla was the reverse in dying before the dedication of his. For immediately after Vespasian’s death it was consumed by fire. The fourth, which now exists, was both built and dedicated by Domitian. It is said Tarquin expended forty thousand pounds of silver in the very foundations; but the whole wealth of the richest private man in Rome would not discharge the cost of the gilding of this temple in our days, it amounting to above twelve thousand talents; the pillars were cut out of Pentelican marble, of a length most happily proportioned to their thickness; these we saw at Athens; but when they were cut anew at Rome and polished, they did not gain so much in embellishment, as they lost in symmetry, being rendered too taper and slender. Should any one who wonders at the costliness of the Capitol visit any one gallery in Domitian’s palace, or hall, or bath, or the apartments of his concubines, Epicharmus’s remark upon the prodigal, that
The same luck surrounded the dedication of the second temple; the first, as mentioned, was built by Tarquin and dedicated by Horatius; it burned down during the civil wars. The second was built by Sylla, who died before its dedication, leaving that honor to Catulus. When this temple was destroyed during the Vitellian uprising, Vespasian, enjoying the same success as in his other endeavors, started a third temple and lived to see it completed, but did not live to see its destruction, which happened soon after; he was fortunate to die before it was destroyed, just as Sylla was unfortunate to die before his could be dedicated. Immediately after Vespasian's death, it was consumed by fire. The fourth temple, which still stands today, was both built and dedicated by Domitian. It is said that Tarquin spent forty thousand pounds of silver just on the foundations; however, the entire wealth of the richest private individual in Rome wouldn't cover the cost of gilding this temple today, which amounted to over twelve thousand talents. The columns were made from Pentelican marble, perfectly proportioned in thickness and length; we saw them in Athens, but when they were recut and polished in Rome, they didn't gain as much in beauty as they lost in balance, becoming too thin and tapering. Anyone who questions the expense of the Capitol should visit any gallery in Domitian’s palace, or his hall, or bath, or the rooms of his concubines; they would recall Epicharmus’s remark about the extravagant spender, that
’Tis not beneficence, but, truth to say,
A mere disease of giving things away,
It’s not kindness, but honestly,
Just a sickness of wanting to give things away,
would be in his mouth in application to Domitian. It is neither piety, he would say, nor magnificence, but, indeed, a mere disease of building, and a desire, like Midas, of converting every thing into gold or stone. And thus much for this matter.
would be in his mouth when talking about Domitian. He would say it's neither about piety nor grandeur, but actually just a sickness for construction and a want, like Midas, to turn everything into gold or stone. And that's enough about this topic.
Tarquin, after the great battle wherein he lost his son in combat with Brutus, fled to Clusium, and sought aid from Lars Porsenna, then one of the most powerful princes of Italy, and a man of worth and generosity; who assured him of assistance, immediately sending his commands to Rome that they should receive Tarquin as their king, and, upon the Romans’ refusal, proclaimed war, and, having signified the time and place where he intended his attack, approached with a great army. Poplicola was, in his absence, chosen consul a second time, and Titus Lucretius his colleague, and, returning to Rome, to show a spirit yet loftier than Porsenna’s, built the city Sigliuria when Porsenna was already in the neighborhood; and, walling it at great expense, there placed a colony of seven hundred men, as being little concerned at the war. Nevertheless, Porsenna, making a sharp assault, obliged the defendants to retire to Rome, who had almost in their entrance admitted the enemy into the city with them; only Poplicola by sallying out at the gate prevented them, and, joining battle by Tiber side, opposed the enemy, that pressed on with their multitude, but at last, sinking under desperate wounds, was carried out of the fight. The same fortune fell upon Lucretius, so that the Romans, being dismayed, retreated into the city for their security, and Rome was in great hazard of being taken, the enemy forcing their way on to the wooden bridge, where Horatius Cocles, seconded by two of the first men in Rome, Herminius and Lartius, made head against them. Horatius obtained this name from the loss of one of his eyes in the wars, or, as others write, from the depressure of his nose, which, leaving nothing in the middle to separate them, made both eyes appear but as one; and hence, intending to say Cyclops, by a mispronunciation they called him Cocles. This Cocles kept the bridge, and held back the enemy, till his own party broke it down behind, and then with his armor dropped into the river, and swam to the hither side, with a wound in his hip from a Tuscan spear. Poplicola, admiring his courage, proposed at once that the Romans should every one make him a present of a day’s provisions, and afterwards gave him as much land as he could plow round in one day, and besides erected a brazen statue to his honor in the temple of Vulcan, as a requital for the lameness caused by his wound.
Tarquin, after the great battle where he lost his son fighting Brutus, fled to Clusium and asked for help from Lars Porsenna, who was one of the most powerful leaders in Italy and a person of integrity and generosity. Porsenna promised him support and quickly sent orders to Rome to accept Tarquin as their king. When the Romans refused, he declared war and announced the time and place of his attack, marching with a large army. While he was away, Poplicola was elected consul for a second time, with Titus Lucretius as his colleague. Returning to Rome, Poplicola, wanting to show an even stronger spirit than Porsenna, built the city of Sigliuria while Porsenna was nearby. He invested heavily in fortifying it and settled a colony of seven hundred men there, showing little concern for the war. However, Porsenna launched a fierce assault, forcing the defenders to retreat to Rome, where they almost mistakenly let the enemy into the city with them. Only Poplicola, by charging out at the gate, prevented this and fought against the invading forces by the Tiber River, facing the enemy's overwhelming numbers. Eventually, he sustained serious injuries and was carried out of the battle. The same fate befell Lucretius, causing the Romans to retreat into the city for safety, and Rome faced a significant threat of capture, as the enemy made their way toward the wooden bridge. Here, Horatius Cocles, supported by two of Rome’s finest, Herminius and Lartius, held them off. Horatius got his name from the loss of one eye during the wars or, as others say, from the shape of his nose that made both eyes look like one; thus, they mistakenly called him Cocles instead of Cyclops. He defended the bridge until his side demolished it behind him, and then, equipped in armor, he jumped into the river and swam to safety, despite being wounded in the hip by a Tuscan spear. Poplicola, impressed by his bravery, proposed that every Roman give him a day's worth of supplies and later granted him as much land as he could plow in one day. Additionally, he erected a bronze statue in his honor at the temple of Vulcan as recognition for his courage, despite his injury.
But Porsenna laying close siege to the city, and a famine raging amongst the Romans, also a new army of the Tuscans making incursions into the country, Poplicola, a third time chosen consul, designed to make, without sallying out, his defense against Porsenna, but, privately stealing forth against the new army of the Tuscans, put them to flight, and slew five thousand. The story of Mucius is variously given; we, like others, must follow the commonly received statement. He was a man endowed with every virtue, but most eminent in war; and, resolving to kill Porsenna, attired himself in the Tuscan habit, and, using the Tuscan language, came to the camp, and approaching the seat where the king sat amongst his nobles, but not certainly knowing the king, and fearful to inquire, drew out his sword, and stabbed one who he thought had most the appearance of king. Mucius was taken in the act, and whilst he was under examination, a pan of fire was brought to the king, who intended to sacrifice; Mucius thrust his right hand into the flame, and whilst it burnt stood looking at Porsenna with a steadfast and undaunted countenance; Porsenna at last in admiration dismissed him, and returned his sword, reaching it from his seat; Mucius received it in his left hand, which occasioned the name of Scaevola, left-handed, and said, “I have overcome the terrors of Porsenna, yet am vanquished by his generosity, and gratitude obliges me to disclose what no punishment could extort;” and assured him then, that three hundred Romans, all of the same resolution, lurked about his camp, only waiting for an opportunity; he, by lot appointed to the enterprise, was not sorry that he had miscarried in it, because so brave and good a man deserved rather to be a friend to the Romans than an enemy. To this Porsenna gave credit, and thereupon expressed an inclination to a truce, not, I presume, so much out of fear of the three hundred Romans, as in admiration of the Roman courage. All other writers call this man Mucius Scaevola, yet Athenodorus, son of Sandon, in a book addressed to Octavia, Caesar’s sister, avers he was also called Postumus.
But Porsenna was laying a tight siege to the city, and a famine was raging among the Romans, while a new army of Tuscans was invading the country. Poplicola, elected consul for the third time, planned to defend against Porsenna without launching a direct attack. Instead, he secretly went out against the new Tuscan army, routed them, and killed five thousand. The story of Mucius varies in different accounts, but we’ll go with the commonly accepted version. He was a man of many virtues but especially notable in war. Determined to kill Porsenna, he dressed in Tuscan clothing and spoke the Tuscan language as he approached the camp. Uncertain of who the king was and afraid to ask, he drew his sword and stabbed a man he thought looked most like the king. Mucius was caught in the act, and while he was being interrogated, a pan of fire was brought to the king, who intended to make a sacrifice. Mucius thrust his right hand into the flames and stood there looking at Porsenna with a steady and fearless face. Eventually, Porsenna, impressed, let him go and returned his sword, handing it to him from his seat. Mucius accepted it in his left hand, which earned him the nickname Scaevola, meaning left-handed, and said, “I have overcome the fears of Porsenna, but I am defeated by his generosity, and my gratitude compels me to reveal what no punishment could have coerced me into saying.” He then assured Porsenna that three hundred Romans, all of the same determination, were lurking around his camp, just waiting for a chance to act. Although he had been chosen for that mission, he wasn’t upset about failing because such a brave and noble man deserved to be a friend to the Romans, not an enemy. Porsenna believed him, and as a result, he showed an interest in a truce, not, I suppose, out of fear of the three hundred Romans, but in admiration of Roman bravery. All other writers refer to this man as Mucius Scaevola, yet Athenodorus, son of Sandon, in a book to Octavia, Caesar’s sister, claims he was also called Postumus.
Poplicola, not so much esteeming Porsenna’s enmity dangerous to Rome as his friendship and alliance serviceable, was induced to refer the controversy with Tarquin to his arbitration, and several times undertook to prove Tarquin the worst of men, and justly deprived of his kingdom. But Tarquin proudly replied he would admit no judge, much less Porsenna, that had fallen away from his engagements; and Porsenna, resenting this answer, and mistrusting the equity of his cause, moved also by the solicitations of his son Aruns, who was earnest for the Roman interest, made a peace on these conditions, that they should resign the land they had taken from the Tuscans, and restore all prisoners and receive back their deserters. To confirm the peace, the Romans gave as hostages ten sons of patrician parents, and as many daughters, amongst whom was Valeria, the daughter of Poplicola.
Poplicola, not considering Porsenna's hostility a threat to Rome but seeing his friendship and alliance as beneficial, decided to take his conflict with Tarquin to him for judgment. He repeatedly tried to demonstrate that Tarquin was a terrible person who rightfully lost his kingdom. However, Tarquin arrogantly responded that he would not accept any judge, especially not Porsenna, who had broken his commitments. Porsenna, offended by this reply and doubtful about the fairness of his case, influenced by the pleas of his son Aruns who strongly supported the Roman side, negotiated a peace on the terms that they would give back the land they had taken from the Tuscans, return all prisoners, and take back their deserters. To solidify the peace, the Romans provided ten sons of noble families and ten daughters as hostages, one of whom was Valeria, the daughter of Poplicola.
Upon these assurances, Porsenna ceased from all acts of hostility, and the young girls went down to the river to bathe, at that part where the winding of the bank formed a bay and made the waters stiller and quieter; and, seeing no guard, nor any one coming or going over, they were encouraged to swim over, notwithstanding the depth and violence of the stream. Some affirm that one of them, by name Cloelia, passing over on horseback, persuaded the rest to swim after; but, upon their safe arrival, presenting themselves to Poplicola, he neither praised nor approved their return, but was concerned lest he should appear less faithful than Porsenna, and this boldness in the maidens should argue treachery in the Romans; so that, apprehending them, he sent them back to Porsenna. But Tarquin’s men, having intelligence of this, laid a strong ambuscade on the other side for those that conducted them; and while these were skirmishing together, Valeria, the daughter of Poplicola, rushed through the enemy and fled, and with the assistance of three of her attendants made good her escape, whilst the rest were dangerously hedged in by the soldiers; but Aruns, Porsenna’s son, upon tidings of it, hastened to their rescue, and, putting the enemy to flight, delivered the Romans. When Porsenna saw the maidens returned, demanding who was the author and adviser of the act, and understanding Cloelia to be the person, he looked on her with a cheerful and benignant countenance, and, commanding one of his horses to be brought, sumptuously adorned, made her a present of it. This is produced as evidence by those who affirm that only Cloelia passed the river or. horseback; those who deny it call it only the honor the Tuscan did to her courage; a figure, however, on horseback stands in the Via Sacra, as you go to the Palatium, which some say is the statue of Cloelia, others of Valeria. Porsenna, thus reconciled to the Romans, gave them a fresh instance of his generosity, and commanded his soldiers to quit the camp merely with their arms, leaving their tents, full of corn and other stores, as a gift to the Romans. Hence, even down to our time, when there is a public sale of goods, they cry Porsenna’s first, by way of perpetual commemoration of his kindness. There stood, also, by the senate-house, a brazen statue of him, of plain and antique workmanship.
Based on these reassurances, Porsenna stopped all acts of aggression, and the young girls went down to the river to bathe, at a spot where the curve of the bank formed a bay and made the water calmer; seeing no guard or anyone coming or going, they felt encouraged to swim across, despite the depth and strength of the current. Some say that one of them, named Cloelia, crossed over on horseback and urged the others to swim after her; however, when they arrived safely and presented themselves to Poplicola, he neither praised nor approved their return. He was worried that he might appear less loyal than Porsenna, and that the boldness of the young women might suggest disloyalty among the Romans, so he had them taken back to Porsenna. But Tarquin’s men, having heard about this, set a strong ambush on the other side for those who were escorting them; and while they were fighting, Valeria, the daughter of Poplicola, broke through the enemy lines and escaped, managing to flee with the help of three of her attendants, while the others were dangerously trapped by the soldiers. However, Aruns, Porsenna’s son, hearing about it, rushed to their aid and drove the enemy away, rescuing the Romans. When Porsenna saw the young women return and asked who was behind the act, and learned it was Cloelia, he looked at her with a happy and kind expression, and ordered one of his lavishly adorned horses to be brought to her as a gift. This is cited as evidence by those who claim that only Cloelia crossed the river on horseback; those who dispute this say it was merely a tribute from the Tuscan to her bravery. However, a statue of a woman on horseback stands in the Via Sacra, on the way to the Palatium, which some say is Cloelia's statue, while others say it represents Valeria. Once reconciled with the Romans, Porsenna demonstrated his generosity again and ordered his soldiers to leave the camp with only their weapons, abandoning their tents filled with grain and other supplies as a gift to the Romans. Therefore, even to this day, when there is a public sale of goods, they shout "Porsenna’s first," as a lasting tribute to his kindness. There was also a bronze statue of him, made in a simple and ancient style, standing by the senate house.
Afterwards, the Sabines making incursions upon the Romans, Marcus Valerius, brother to Poplicola, was made consul, and with him Postumius Tubertus. Marcus, through the management of affairs by the conduct and direct assistance of Poplicola, obtained two great victories, in the latter of which he slew thirteen thousand Sabines without the loss of one Roman, and was honored, as all accession to his triumph, with an house built in the Palatium at the public charge; and whereas the doors of other houses opened inward into the house, they made this to open outward into the street, to intimate their perpetual public recognition of his merit by thus continually making way for him. The same fashion in their doors the Greeks, they say, had of old universally, which appears from their comedies, where those that are going out make a noise at the door within, to give notice to those that pass by or stand near the door, that the opening the door into the street might occasion no surprisal.
Afterwards, the Sabines attacked the Romans, and Marcus Valerius, Poplicola's brother, was appointed consul, along with Postumius Tubertus. With Poplicola's guidance and direct support, Marcus achieved two significant victories, during the latter of which he killed thirteen thousand Sabines without losing a single Roman. He was honored for this triumph by having a house built in the Palatium at public expense. While the doors of other houses opened inward, his was designed to open outward into the street, symbolizing their ongoing public acknowledgment of his achievements by making space for him. The Greeks are said to have had a similar practice with their doors in ancient times, as shown in their comedies, where those exiting would make noise at the door to alert passersby or those nearby, ensuring that opening the door into the street wouldn’t catch anyone off guard.
The year after, Poplicola was made consul the fourth time, when a confederacy of the Sabines and Latins threatened a war; a superstitious fear also overran the city on the occasion of general miscarriages of their women, no single birth coming to its due time. Poplicola, upon consultation of the Sibylline books, sacrificing to Pluto, and renewing certain games commanded by Apollo, restored the city to more cheerful assurance in the gods, and then prepared against the menaces of men. There were appearances of treat preparation, and of a formidable confederacy. Amongst the Sabines there was one Appius Clausus, a man of a great wealth and strength of body, but most eminent for his high character and for his eloquence; yet, as is usually the fate of great men, he could not escape the envy of others, which was much occasioned by his dissuading the war, and seeming to promote the Roman interest, with a view, it was thought, to obtaining absolute power in his own country for himself. Knowing how welcome these reports would be to the multitude, and how offensive to the army and the abettors of the war, he was afraid to stand a trial, but, having a considerable body of friends and allies to assist him, raised a tumult amongst the Sabines, which delayed the war. Neither was Poplicola wanting, not only to understand the grounds of the sedition, but to promote and increase it, and he dispatched emissaries with instructions to Clausus, that Poplicola was assured of his goodness and justice, and thought it indeed unworthy in any man, however injured, to seek revenge upon his fellow-citizens; yet if he pleased, for his own security, to leave his enemies and come to Rome, he should be received, both in public and private, with the honor his merit deserved, and their own glory required. Appius, seriously weighing the matter, came to the conclusion that it was the best resource which necessity left him, and advising with his friends; and they inviting again others in the same manner, he came to Rome, bringing five thousand families, with their wives and children; people of the quietest and steadiest temper of all the Sabines. Poplicola, informed of their approach, received them with all the kind offices of a friend, and admitted them at once to the franchise, allotting to every one two acres of land by the river Anio, but to Clausus twenty-five acres, and gave him a place in the senate; a commencement of political power which he used so wisely, that he rose to the highest reputation, was very influential, and left the Claudian house behind him, inferior to none in Rome.
The following year, Poplicola was elected consul for the fourth time when a coalition of the Sabines and Latins threatened war. Additionally, a superstitious fear spread throughout the city due to widespread miscarriages; no single birth was happening on time. Poplicola, after consulting the Sibylline books, made a sacrifice to Pluto and renewed certain games commanded by Apollo, which helped restore a sense of optimism in the gods. He then prepared to deal with the threats from their enemies. There were signs of military preparations and a powerful alliance forming. Among the Sabines was Appius Clausus, a wealthy and strong man, well-known for his high character and eloquence. However, like many great men, he faced envy from others, mainly because he opposed the war and seemed to support Roman interests, which people believed was a way for him to gain absolute power in his own land. Knowing how much these rumors would please the masses and upset the army and war supporters, he was afraid to face trial. However, with a significant group of friends and allies, he stirred up unrest among the Sabines, which postponed the war. Poplicola was proactive not only in understanding the reasons behind the trouble but also in encouraging it. He sent messengers to Clausus, assuring him of his goodness and fairness, stating that it was unworthy for anyone, no matter how wronged, to seek revenge against fellow citizens. However, if Clausus wanted to ensure his safety by leaving his enemies and coming to Rome, he would be welcomed both publicly and privately with the honor he deserved and that the city needed. After thoughtful consideration, Appius decided this was the best option he had, consulted his friends, and as they reached out to others in the same manner, he came to Rome with five thousand families, including their wives and children, the most peaceful and stable individuals among the Sabines. Poplicola, upon learning of their arrival, welcomed them warmly and granted them citizenship, assigning each family two acres of land by the river Anio. He gave Clausus twenty-five acres and a seat in the senate; a beginning of political power that he used so wisely that he gained immense respect, became highly influential, and established the Claudian family, which remained prominent in Rome.
The departure of these men rendered things quiet amongst the Sabines; yet the chief of the community would not suffer them to settle into peace, but resented that Clausus now, by turning deserter, should disappoint that revenge upon the Romans, which, while at home, he had unsuccessfully opposed. Coming with a great army, they sat down before Fidenae, and placed an ambuscade of two thousand men near Rome, in wooded and hollow spots, with a design that some few horsemen, as soon as it was day, should go out and ravage the country, commanding them upon their approach to the town so to retreat as to draw the enemy into the ambush. Poplicola, however, soon advertised of these designs by deserters, disposed his forces to their respective charges. Postumius Balbus, his son-in-law, going out with three thousand men in the evening, was ordered to take the hills, under which the ambush lay, there to observe their motions; his colleague, Lucretius, attended with a body of the lightest and boldest men, was appointed to meet the Sabine horse; whilst he, with the rest of the army, encompassed the enemy. And a thick mist rising accidentally, Postumius, early in the morning, with shouts from the hills, assailed the ambuscade, Lucretius charged the light-horse, and Poplicola besieged the camp; so that on all sides defeat and ruin came upon the Sabines, and without any resistance the Romans killed them in their flight, their very hopes leading them to their death, for each division, presuming that the other was safe, gave up all thought of fighting or keeping their ground; and these quitting the camp to retire to the ambuscade, and the ambuscade flying; to the camp, fugitives thus met fugitives, and found those from whom they expected succor as much in need of succor from themselves. The nearness, however, of the city Fidenae was the preservation of the Sabines, especially those that fled from the camp; those that could not gain the city either perished in the field, or were taken prisoners. This victory, the Romans, though usually ascribing such success to some god, attributed to the conduct of one captain; and it was observed to be heard amongst the soldiers, that Poplicola had delivered their enemies lame and blind, and only not in chains, to be dispatched by their swords. From the spoil and prisoners great wealth accrued to the people.
The departure of these men made things quiet among the Sabines; however, the leader of the community wouldn't let them settle into peace, feeling that Clausus, by defecting, had ruined their chance for revenge against the Romans, a plan he had previously opposed unsuccessfully while at home. Coming with a large army, they camped outside Fidenae and set an ambush of two thousand men near Rome, hiding them in wooded and hollow areas, planning for a few horsemen to ride out at dawn, wreak havoc in the countryside, and retreat toward the city to lure the enemy into the trap. Poplicola, however, soon learned about these plans from deserters and positioned his troops accordingly. His son-in-law, Postumius Balbus, went out with three thousand men in the evening and was ordered to take the hills where the ambush was placed, to keep an eye on their movements; his colleague, Lucretius, took a group of the lightest and bravest men to confront the Sabine cavalry, while he, with the rest of the army, surrounded the enemy. As luck would have it, a thick fog rolled in, and early in the morning, Postumius, with shouts from the hills, attacked the ambush, Lucretius charged the light cavalry, and Poplicola besieged the camp, leading to a complete defeat and ruin for the Sabines. With no resistance, the Romans slaughtered them in their flight, as their own hopes led them to their doom; each division assumed the other was safe, abandoning all thoughts of fighting or holding their ground, and those fleeing the camp ran into the ambushers, while the ambushers retreated towards the camp. In the chaos, fleeing soldiers found those they hoped would help them equally in need of assistance. However, the proximity of the city of Fidenae saved the Sabines, particularly those who fled from the camp; those who couldn’t reach the city either died in battle or were captured. Though the Romans typically attributed such victories to divine intervention, they credited this one to the leadership of a single commander; the soldiers noted that Poplicola had delivered their enemies disabled, not in chains, to be dealt with by their swords. The spoils and prisoners brought great wealth to the people.
Poplicola, having completed his triumph, and bequeathed the city to the care of the succeeding consuls, died; thus closing a life which, so far as human life may be, had been full of all that is good and honorable. The people, as though they had not duly rewarded his deserts when alive, but still were in his debt, decreed him a public interment, every one contributing his quadrans towards the charge; the women, besides, by private consent, mourned a whole year, a signal mark of honor to his memory. He was buried, by the people’s desire, within the city, in the part called Velia, where his posterity had likewise privilege of burial; now, however, none of the family are interred there, but the body is carried thither and set down, and someone places a burning torch under it, and immediately takes it away, as an attestation of the deceased’s privilege, and his receding from his honor; after which the body is removed.
Poplicola, after completing his triumph and leaving the city in the hands of the next consuls, passed away; thus ending a life that had been, as far as human life can be, filled with goodness and honor. The people, feeling that they hadn't properly rewarded him while he was alive and still owed him something, decided on a public funeral, with each person contributing a small amount. Additionally, the women, with private agreement, mourned for an entire year, a significant tribute to his memory. At the request of the people, he was buried within the city in an area called Velia, where his descendants also had the right to be buried; however, no members of the family are interred there now. Instead, the body is taken there, placed down, and someone lights a torch underneath it, which is then quickly removed, signifying the deceased's honor and privilege, after which the body is taken away.
COMPARISON OF POPLICOLA WITH SOLON
There is something singular in the present parallel, which has not occurred in any other of the lives; that the one should be the imitator of the other, and the other his best evidence. Upon the survey of Solon’s sentence to Croesus in favor of Tellus’s happiness, it seems more applicable to Poplicola; for Tellus, whose virtuous life and dying well had gained him the name of the happiest man, yet was never celebrated in Solon’s poems for a good man, nor have his children or any magistracy of his deserved a memorial; but Poplicola’s life was the most eminent amongst the Romans, as well for the greatness of his virtue as his power, and also since his death many amongst the distinguished families, even in our days, the Poplicolae, Messalae, and Valerii, after a lapse of six hundred years, acknowledge him as the fountain of their honor. Besides, Tellus, though keeping his post and fighting like a valiant soldier, was yet slain by his enemies; but Poplicola, the better fortune, slew his, and saw his country victorious under his command. And his honors and triumphs brought him, which was Solon’s ambition, to a happy end; the ejaculation which, in his verses against Mimnermus about the continuance of man’s life, he himself made,
There’s something unique about this parallel that hasn’t happened in any other life; one person imitates the other, while the other serves as the best proof of it. When we look at Solon’s statement to Croesus regarding Tellus’s happiness, it seems more fitting for Poplicola. Tellus, recognized as the happiest man for his virtuous life and good death, was never celebrated in Solon’s poems for being a good person, nor did his children or any public office he held earn a memorial. In contrast, Poplicola’s life stands out among the Romans, both for his exceptional virtue and power. Even today, many distinguished families, like the Poplicolae, Messalae, and Valerii, recognize him as the source of their honor, six hundred years later. Moreover, while Tellus, despite being a brave soldier, was killed by his enemies, Poplicola had better fortune, defeating his enemies and leading his country to victory under his command. His honors and triumphs fulfilled what Solon aimed for—a happy ending, which he expressed in his verses against Mimnermus concerning the longevity of man’s life.
Mourned let me die; and may I, when life ends,
Occasion sighs and sorrows to my friends,
Mourn for me when I die; and may I, when my life is over,
Bring sighs and sadness to my friends,
is evidence to Poplicola’s happiness; his death did not only draw tears from his friends and acquaintance, but was the object of universal regret and sorrow through the whole city; the women deplored his loss as that of a son, brother, or common father. “Wealth I would have,” said Solon, “but wealth by wrong procure would not,” because punishment would follow. But Poplicola’s riches were not only justly his, but he spent them nobly in doing good to the distressed. So that if Solon was reputed the wisest man, we must allow Poplicola to be the happiest; for what Solon wished for as the greatest and most perfect good, this Poplicola had, and used and enjoyed to his death.
is evidence of Poplicola’s happiness; his death not only brought tears from his friends and acquaintances, but it also caused widespread regret and sorrow throughout the entire city; the women mourned his loss as that of a son, brother, or shared father. “I want wealth,” said Solon, “but I wouldn’t acquire it unjustly,” because punishment would come as a result. However, Poplicola’s wealth was not only rightfully his, but he also spent it generously to help those in need. So, while Solon is known as the wisest man, we must consider Poplicola the happiest; for what Solon desired as the greatest and most perfect good, Poplicola had, and used and enjoyed until his death.
And as Solon may thus be said to have contributed to Poplicola’s glory, so did also Poplicola to his, by his choice of him as his model in the formation of republican institutions; in reducing, for example, the excessive powers and assumption of the consulship. Several of his laws, indeed, he actually transferred to Rome, as his empowering the people to elect their officers, and allowing offenders the liberty of appealing to the people, as Solon did to the jurors. He did not, indeed, create a new senate, as Solon did, but augmented the old to almost double its number. The appointment of treasurers again, the quaestors, has a like origin; with the intent that the chief magistrate should not, if of good character, be withdrawn from greater matters; or, if bad, have the greater temptation to injustice, by holding both the government and treasury in his hands. The aversion to tyranny was stronger in Poplicola; any one who attempted usurpation could, by Solon’s law, only be punished upon conviction; but Poplicola made it death before a trial. And though Solon justly gloried, that, when arbitrary power was absolutely offered to him by circumstances, and when his countrymen would have willingly seen him accept it, he yet declined it; still Poplicola merited no less, who, receiving a despotic command, converted it to a popular office, and did not employ the whole legal power which he held. We must allow, indeed, that Solon was before Poplicola in observing that
And just as Solon contributed to Poplicola’s fame, Poplicola also enhanced Solon’s by choosing him as a model for creating republican institutions, such as limiting the excessive powers and assumptions of the consulship. Several of his laws were actually adopted in Rome, like giving the people the right to elect their officials and allowing offenders the freedom to appeal to the people, as Solon did with jurors. He didn’t create a new senate like Solon, but he nearly doubled the size of the existing one. Similarly, the creation of treasurers, or quaestors, stemmed from the idea that the chief magistrate, if trustworthy, shouldn’t be distracted by lesser matters; or if untrustworthy, shouldn’t have the temptation to misuse power by controlling both the government and the treasury. Poplicola had a stronger aversion to tyranny; anyone who attempted usurpation under Solon’s law could only be punished upon conviction, but Poplicola made it a capital offense even before a trial. And while Solon rightfully took pride in declining the arbitrary power that was offered to him when he could have easily accepted it, Poplicola equally deserved recognition for taking a despotic command and turning it into a popular role without exercising the full legal power he possessed. We must concede that Solon’s ideas came before those of Poplicola in recognizing that
A people always minds its rulers best
When it is neither humored nor oppressed.
A society pays the most attention to its leaders
When it is neither flattered nor oppressed.
The remission of debts was peculiar to Solon; it was his great means for confirming the citizens’ liberty; for a mere law to give all men equal rights is but useless, if the poor must sacrifice those rights to their debts, and, in the very seats and sanctuaries of equality, the courts of justice, the offices of state, and the public discussions, be more than anywhere at the beck and bidding of the rich. A yet more extraordinary success was, that, although usually civil violence is caused by any remission of debts, upon this one occasion this dangerous but powerful remedy actually put an end to civil violence already existing, Solon’s own private worth and reputation overbalancing all the ordinary ill- repute and discredit of the change. The beginning of his government was more glorious, for he was entirely original, and followed no man’s example, and, without the aid of any ally, achieved his most important measures by his own conduct; yet the close of Poplicola’s life was more happy and desirable, for Solon saw the dissolution of his own commonwealth, Poplicola’s maintained the state in good order down to the civil wars. Solon, leaving his laws, as soon as he had made them, engraven in wood, but destitute of a defender, departed from Athens; whilst Poplicola, remaining, both in and out of office, labored to establish the government Solon, though he actually knew of Pisistratus’s ambition, yet was not able to suppress it, but had to yield to usurpation in its infancy; whereas Poplicola utterly subverted and dissolved a potent monarchy, strongly settled by long continuance; uniting thus to virtues equal to those, and purposes identical with those of Solon, the good fortune and the power that alone could make them effective.
The cancellation of debts was unique to Solon; it was his main way of securing the citizens’ freedom. A simple law that grants everyone equal rights is useless if the poor have to give up those rights because of their debts, and in places meant for equality—the courts of justice, government offices, and public discussions—they are more at the mercy of the wealthy than anywhere else. An even more remarkable outcome was that, while civil unrest usually arises from any debt cancellation, in this instance, this risky but effective solution actually ended existing civil strife. Solon’s personal integrity and reputation outweighed the usual disdain and suspicion surrounding such changes. The start of his leadership was more glorious because he was completely original, followed no one’s example, and achieved his most important reforms through his own efforts, without any allies. However, the end of Poplicola’s life was happier and more desirable, as Solon witnessed the collapse of his own government, while Poplicola kept the state well-ordered until the civil wars. Solon left his laws, once established and inscribed on wood, without anyone to defend them, and departed from Athens; meanwhile, Poplicola stayed, working both in and out of office to strengthen the government. Although Solon was aware of Pisistratus's ambitions, he couldn’t prevent them and had to surrender to the early stages of usurpation. In contrast, Poplicola completely overthrew and dismantled a powerful monarchy that had been firmly in place for a long time, combining virtues and goals similar to those of Solon with the good fortune and strength necessary to make them effective.
In military exploits, Daimachus of Plataea will not even allow Solon the conduct of the war against the Megarians, as was before intimated; but Poplicola was victorious in the most important conflicts, both as a private soldier and commander. In domestic politics, also, Solon, in play, as it were, and by counterfeiting madness, induced the enterprise against Salamis; whereas Poplicola, in the very beginning, exposed himself to the greatest risk, took arms against Tarquin, detected the conspiracy, and, being principally concerned both in preventing the escape of and afterwards punishing the traitors, not only expelled the tyrants from the city, but extirpated their very hopes. And as, in cases calling for contest and resistance and manful opposition, he behaved with courage and resolution, so, in instances where peaceable language, persuasion, and concession were requisite, he was yet more to be commended; and succeeded in gaining happily to reconciliation and friendship, Porsenna, a terrible and invincible enemy. Some may, perhaps, object, that Solon recovered Salamis, which they had lost, for the Athenians; whereas Poplicola receded from part of what the Romans were at that time possessed of; but judgment is to be made of actions according to the times in which they were performed. The conduct of a wise politician is ever suited to the present posture of affairs; often by foregoing a part he saves the whole, and by yielding in a small matter secures a greater; and so Poplicola, by restoring what the Romans had lately usurped, saved their undoubted patrimony, and procured, moreover, the stores of the enemy for those who were only too thankful to secure their city. Permitting the decision of the controversy to his adversary, he not only got the victory, but likewise what he himself would willingly have given to purchase the victory, Porsenna putting an end to the war, and leaving them all the provision of his camp, from the sense of the virtue and gallant disposition of the Romans which their consul had impressed upon him.
In military actions, Daimachus of Plataea won't even let Solon lead the war against the Megarians, as was mentioned earlier. However, Poplicola was successful in the most significant battles, both as a regular soldier and as a commander. In domestic politics, Solon, in a way of playing around and pretending to be mad, sparked the effort against Salamis; while Poplicola, right from the start, put himself at great risk, took up arms against Tarquin, uncovered the conspiracy, and was mainly responsible for both stopping the escape of the traitors and punishing them afterwards. He not only drove the tyrants out of the city but also eliminated any hope they had of returning. In situations that required struggle, resistance, and bravery, he acted with courage and determination. Yet, in instances where calm dialogue, persuasion, and compromise were necessary, he excelled even more, successfully reconciling with Porsenna, a fearsome and unbeatable enemy. Some might argue that Solon regained Salamis for the Athenians, which they had lost, while Poplicola gave up part of what the Romans held at that time, but actions should be judged based on the circumstances in which they occurred. A wise politician’s strategy always fits the current situation; by sometimes giving up a little, he can save the larger issue, and by conceding a minor point, he secures a greater victory. Thus, Poplicola, by restoring what the Romans had recently taken, preserved their undeniable heritage and also secured the enemy's supplies for those who were more than grateful just to protect their city. By letting his opponent decide the issue, he not only achieved victory but also gained what he would have willingly given to win. Porsenna ended the war and left them all the provisions from his camp, impressed by the virtue and noble spirit of the Romans that their consul had instilled in him.
THEMISTOCLES
The birth of Themistocles was somewhat too obscure to do him honor. His father, Neocles, was not of the distinguished people of Athens, but of the township of Phrearrhi, and of the tribe Leontis; and by his mother’s side, as it is reported, he was base-born.
The birth of Themistocles was a bit too obscure to truly honor him. His father, Neocles, was not from the prominent families of Athens, but from the township of Phrearrhi and the tribe of Leontis; and according to reports, his mother was of low status.
I am not of the noble Grecian race,
I’m poor Abrotonon, and born in Thrace;
Let the Greek women scorn me, if they please,
I was the mother of Themistocles.
I’m not of noble Greek descent,
I’m just poor Abrotonon, born in Thrace;
Let the Greek women look down on me, if they want,
I was the mother of Themistocles.
Yet Phanias writes that the mother of Themistocles was not of Thrace, but of Caria, and that her name was not Abrotonon, but Euterpe; and Neanthes adds farther that she was of Halicarnassus in Caria. And, as illegitimate children, including those that were of the half-blood or had but one parent an Athenian, had to attend at the Cynosarges (a wrestling-place outside the gates, dedicated to Hercules, who was also of half-blood amongst the gods, having had a mortal woman for his mother), Themistocles persuaded several of the young men of high birth to accompany him to anoint and exercise themselves together at Cynosarges; an ingenious device for destroying the distinction between the noble and the base-born, and between those of the whole and those of the half blood of Athens. However, it is certain that he was related to the house of the Lycomedae; for Simonides records, that he rebuilt the chapel of Phlya, belonging to that family, and beautified it with pictures and other ornaments, after it had been burnt by the Persians.
Yet Phanias writes that Themistocles' mother was not from Thrace, but from Caria, and that her name wasn't Abrotonon, but Euterpe; Neanthes adds that she was from Halicarnassus in Caria. As illegitimate children, including those who were half-blood or had only one Athenian parent, had to go to the Cynosarges (a wrestling area outside the city gates dedicated to Hercules, who was also half-blood among the gods due to having a mortal mother), Themistocles convinced several young men of noble birth to join him in anointing and training together at Cynosarges. This was a clever strategy to blur the lines between the noble and the common-born, as well as those of full and half-blood Athenian descent. However, it's certain that he was connected to the Lycomedae family; Simonides records that he rebuilt the chapel of Phlya, which belonged to that family, and decorated it with paintings and other embellishments after it had been burned by the Persians.
It is confessed by all that from his youth he was of a vehement and impetuous nature, of a quick apprehension, and a strong and aspiring bent for action and great affairs. The holidays and intervals in his studies he did not spend in play or idleness, as other children, but would be always inventing or arranging some oration or declamation to himself, the subject of which was generally the excusing or accusing his companions, so that his master would often say to him, “You, my boy, will be nothing small, but great one way or other, for good or else for bad.” He received reluctantly and carelessly instructions given him to improve his manners and behavior, or to teach him any pleasing or graceful accomplishment, but whatever was said to improve him in sagacity, or in management of affairs, he would give attention to, beyond one of his years, from confidence in his natural capacities for such things. And thus afterwards, when in company where people engaged themselves in what are commonly thought the liberal and elegant amusements, he was obliged to defend himself against the observations of those who considered themselves highly accomplished, by the somewhat arrogant retort, that he certainly could not make use of any stringed instrument, could only, were a small and obscure city put into his hands, make it great and glorious. Notwithstanding this, Stesimbrotus says that Themistocles was a hearer of Anaxagoras, and that he studied natural philosophy under Melissus, contrary to chronology; for Melissus commanded the Samians in their siege by Pericles, who was much Themistocles’s junior; and with Pericles, also, Anaxagoras was intimate. They, therefore, might rather be credited, who report, that Themistocles was an admirer of Mnesiphilus the Phrearrhian, who was neither rhetorician nor natural philosopher, but a professor of that which was then called wisdom, consisting in a sort of political shrewdness and practical sagacity, which had begun and continued, almost like a sect of philosophy, from Solon; but those who came afterwards, and mixed it with pleadings and legal artifices, and transformed the practical part of it into a mere art of speaking and an exercise of words, were generally called sophists. Themistocles resorted to Mnesiphilus when he had already embarked in politics.
Everyone agrees that from a young age, he had a passionate and impulsive personality, quick to understand things, with a strong drive for action and significant endeavors. Unlike other kids, he didn’t spend his breaks and holidays playing or being idle; he was always creating or preparing some speech or declamation for himself, usually focused on either defending or criticizing his peers. His teacher often remarked, “You, my boy, will not amount to anything small; you will be great in one way or another, for better or for worse.” He was reluctant and inattentive when it came to lessons aimed at refining his manners or teaching him charming or graceful skills, but he paid attention to advice about improving his insight or managing affairs, recognizing his natural abilities in these areas despite his young age. Later, when surrounded by people engaged in what are usually considered sophisticated and elegant pastimes, he had to defend himself against comments from those who viewed themselves as highly refined. He somewhat arrogantly replied that while he couldn’t play a string instrument, if given a small and insignificant city, he could make it great and glorious. Nevertheless, Stesimbrotus claims that Themistocles listened to Anaxagoras and studied natural philosophy under Melissus, which contradicts the timeline; Melissus led the Samians during their siege by Pericles, who was significantly younger than Themistocles, and Anaxagoras was close to Pericles too. Thus, older accounts suggest that Themistocles admired Mnesiphilus the Phrearrhian, who was neither a rhetorician nor a natural philosopher, but taught what was then called wisdom, involving a kind of political cleverness and practical insight that began with Solon and continued almost like a philosophical school. Those who followed blended it with legal arguments and turned its practical aspects into a mere art of rhetoric, becoming known as sophists. Themistocles turned to Mnesiphilus after he had already entered politics.
In the first essays of his youth he was not regular nor happily balanced; he allowed himself to follow mere natural character, which, without the control of reason and instruction, is apt to hurry, upon either side, into sudden and violent courses, and very often to break away and determine upon the worst; as he afterwards owned himself, saying, that the wildest colts make the best horses, if they only get properly trained and broken in. But those who upon this fasten stories of their own invention, as of his being disowned by his father, and that his mother died for grief of her son’s ill fame, certainly calumniate him; and there are others who relate, on the contrary, how that to deter him from public business, and to let him see how the vulgar behave themselves towards their leaders when they have at last no farther use of them, his father showed him the old galleys as they lay forsaken and cast about upon the sea-shore.
In his early essays, he wasn't consistent or well-balanced; he let his natural character lead him, which, without the guidance of reason and education, tends to rush into sudden and extreme actions, and often makes poor decisions. He later admitted that the wildest colts can become the best horses if they're trained properly. However, those who fabricat stories about him, like claiming his father disowned him or that his mother died from grief over his bad reputation, are definitely spreading lies. Conversely, some say that to dissuade him from engaging in public affairs and to show him how ordinary people treat their leaders once they have no further use for them, his father took him to see the old galleys lying abandoned on the beach.
Yet it is evident that his mind was early imbued with the keenest interest in public affairs, and the most passionate ambition for distinction. Eager from the first to obtain the highest place, he unhesitatingly accepted the hatred of the most powerful and influential leaders in the city, but more especially of Aristides, the son of Lysimachus, who always opposed him. And yet all this great enmity between them arose, it appears, from a very boyish occasion, both being attached to the beautiful Stesilaus of Ceos, as Ariston the philosopher tells us; ever after which, they took opposite sides, and were rivals in politics. Not but that the incompatibility of their lives and manners may seem to have increased the difference, for Aristides was of a mild nature, and of a nobler sort of character, and, in public matters, acting always with a view, not to glory or popularity, but to the best interests of the state consistently with safety and honesty, he was often forced to oppose Themistocles, and interfere against the increase of his influence, seeing him stirring up the people to all kinds of enterprises, and introducing various innovations. For it is said that Themistocles was so transported with the thoughts of glory, and so inflamed with the passion for great actions, that, though he was still young when the battle of Marathon was fought against the Persians, upon the skillful conduct of the general, Miltiades, being everywhere talked about, he was observed to be thoughtful, and reserved, alone by him self; he passed the nights without sleep, and avoided all his usual places of recreation, and to those who wondered at the change, and inquired the reason of it, he gave the answer, that “the trophy of Miltiades would not let him sleep.” And when others were of opinion that the battle of Marathon would be an end to the war, Themistocles thought that it was but the beginning of far greater conflicts, and for these, to the benefit of all Greece, he kept himself in continual readiness, and his city also in proper training, foreseeing from far before what would happen.
It’s clear that from an early age, his mind was filled with a strong interest in public affairs and a deep ambition for recognition. Eager to reach the highest position, he readily accepted the animosity of the most powerful and influential leaders in the city, especially Aristides, the son of Lysimachus, who constantly opposed him. This intense rivalry seems to have started over a childish rivalry for the affection of the beautiful Stesilaus of Ceos, as Ariston the philosopher tells us. From that moment on, they took opposing sides and became political rivals. However, the difference in their lives and personalities may have intensified the conflict; Aristides was mild-mannered and of noble character, always acting in public matters with the aim not of seeking glory or popularity, but by focusing on the best interests of the state while ensuring safety and integrity. This often put him at odds with Themistocles, who was eager to increase his influence and stirred up the people for various initiatives and innovations. It’s said that Themistocles was so consumed by thoughts of glory and passionate about great deeds that, despite being young during the Battle of Marathon led by the skilled general Miltiades, he was seen to be deep in thought and withdrawn, keeping to himself. He spent sleepless nights and avoided his usual leisure spots. When others questioned why he changed, he responded, “The trophy of Miltiades keeps me awake.” While many believed that the Battle of Marathon would end the war, Themistocles saw it as just the beginning of much larger conflicts. For the benefit of all Greece, he kept himself and his city in a state of constant readiness, anticipating what lay ahead.
And, first of all, the Athenians being accustomed to divide amongst themselves the revenue proceeding from the silver mines at Laurium, he was the only man that dared propose to the people that this distribution should cease, and that with the money ships should be built to make war against the Aeginetans, who were the most flourishing people in all Greece, and by the number of their ships held the sovereignty of the sea; and Themistocles thus was more easily able to persuade them, avoiding all mention of danger from Darius or the Persians, who were at a great distance, and their coming very uncertain, and at that time not much to be feared; but, by a seasonable employment of the emulation and anger felt by the Athenians against the Aeginetans, he induced them to preparation. So that with this money a hundred ships were built, with which they afterwards fought against Xerxes. And, henceforward, little by little, turning and drawing the city down towards the sea, in the belief, that, whereas by land they were not a fit match for their next neighbors, with their ships they might be able to repel the Persians and command Greece, thus, as Plato says, from steady soldiers he turned them into mariners and seamen tossed about the sea, and gave occasion for the reproach against him, that he took away from the Athenians the spear and the shield, and bound them to the bench and the oar. These measures he carried in the assembly, against the opposition, as Stesimbrotus relates, of Miltiades; and whether or no he hereby injured the purity and true balance of government, may be a question for philosophers, but that the deliverance of Greece came at that time from the sea, and that these galleys restored Athens again after it was destroyed, were others wanting, Xerxes himself would be sufficient evidence, who, though his land-forces were still entire, after his defeat at sea, fled away, and thought himself no longer able to encounter the Greeks; and, as it seems to me, left Mardonius behind him, not out of any hopes he could have to bring them into subjection, but to hinder them from pursuing him.
And first of all, the Athenians were used to splitting the profits from the silver mines at Laurium among themselves. He was the only one bold enough to suggest to the people that this distribution should stop, and instead, the money should be used to build ships for fighting the Aeginetans, who were the most prosperous people in all of Greece and controlled the seas with their large fleet. Themistocles was able to persuade them more easily by avoiding any talk of the threat from Darius or the Persians, who were far away and not a significant concern at that time. Instead, he skillfully tapped into the Athenian resentment and rivalry against the Aeginetans to convince them to prepare for war. With this money, they built a hundred ships, which they later used to battle Xerxes. From then on, little by little, he redirected the city toward the sea, believing that although they weren't a match for their neighbors on land, they could repel the Persians and assert control over Greece with their naval power. Thus, as Plato mentions, he transformed them from steady soldiers into sailors navigating the seas, which led to the criticism that he took away their spears and shields, tying them to the oars instead. He pushed these measures through the assembly despite opposition, as Stesimbrotus notes, from Miltiades. Whether this harmed the integrity and balance of government is a matter for philosophers to debate, but it's clear that the rescue of Greece at that time came from the sea, and that these ships helped restore Athens after its destruction. Even Xerxes himself serves as proof of this, as despite still having his land army intact, he fled after his naval defeat, believing he could no longer confront the Greeks. It seems to me he left Mardonius behind, not in the hope of subduing them, but to prevent them from chasing after him.
Themistocles is said to have been eager in the acquisition of riches, according to some, that he might be the more liberal; for loving to sacrifice often, and to be splendid in his entertainment of strangers, he required a plentiful revenue; yet he is accused by others of having been parsimonious and sordid to that degree that he would sell provisions which were sent to him as a present. He desired Diphilides, who was a breeder of horses, to give him a colt, and when he refused it, threatened that in a short time he would turn his house into a wooden horse, intimating that he would stir up dispute and litigation between him and some of his relations.
Themistocles is said to have been eager to acquire wealth, according to some, so he could be more generous; since he loved to make sacrifices frequently and to host guests lavishly, he needed a steady income. However, others accuse him of being so stingy and miserly that he would sell food sent to him as gifts. He asked Diphilides, a horse breeder, for a colt, and when Diphilides refused, he threatened that soon he would turn his house into a wooden horse, implying that he would provoke conflict and legal issues between Diphilides and some of his relatives.
He went beyond all men in the passion for distinction. When he was still young and unknown in the world, he entreated Epicles of Hermione, who had a good hand at the lute and was much sought after by the Athenians, to come and practice at home with him, being ambitious of having people inquire after his house and frequent his company. When he came to the Olympic games, and was so splendid in his equipage and entertainments, in his rich tents and furniture, that he strove to outdo Cimon, he displeased the Greeks, who thought that such magnificence might be allowed in one who was a young man and of a great family but was a great piece of insolence in one as yet undistinguished, and without title or means for making any such display. In a dramatic contest, the play he paid for won the prize, which was then a matter that excited much emulation; he put up a tablet in record of it, with the inscription, “Themistocles of Phrearrhi was at the charge of it; Phrynichus made it; Adimantus was archon.” He was well liked by the common people, would salute every particular citizen by his own name, and always show himself a just judge in questions of business between private men; he said to Simonides, the poet of Ceos, who desired something of him, when he was commander of the army, that was not reasonable, “Simonides, you would be no good poet if you wrote false measure, nor should I be a good magistrate if for favor I made false law.” And at another time, laughing at Simonides, he said, that he was a man of little judgment to speak against the Corinthians, who were inhabitants of a great city, and to have his own picture drawn so often, having so ill-looking a face.
He was more passionate than anyone else about standing out. When he was still young and unknown, he asked Epicles of Hermione, who was skilled at the lute and popular among the Athenians, to come and practice with him at home, hoping to make people curious about his house and wanting to be around him. When he attended the Olympic games, he made such a grand show with his lavish setups and parties, trying to outshine Cimon, that he annoyed the Greeks. They felt that while such extravagance might be acceptable for a young man from a prominent family, it was quite arrogant for someone who was still unremarkable and lacked the status or resources for such displays. During a dramatic competition, the play he sponsored won the prize, stirring much rivalry; he put up a plaque to commemorate it, stating, “Themistocles of Phrearrhi covered the expenses; Phrynichus made it; Adimantus was the archon.” He was well-liked by the common people, greeting each citizen by name and always acted fairly in disputes between individuals. When Simonides, the poet from Ceos, asked him for something unreasonable while he was leading the army, he replied, “Simonides, you wouldn’t be a good poet if you wrote false measures, nor would I be a good magistrate if I made false laws for the sake of favoritism.” On another occasion, joking about Simonides, he pointed out that it was silly to criticize the Corinthians, who lived in a great city, while constantly having his own unappealing face painted.
Gradually growing to be great, and winning the favor of the people, he at last gained the day with his faction over that of Aristides, and procured his banishment by ostracism. When the king of Persia was now advancing against Greece, and the Athenians were in consultation who should be general, and many withdrew themselves of their own accord, being terrified with the greatness of the danger, there was one Epicydes, a popular speaker, son to Euphemides, a man of an eloquent tongue, but of a faint heart, and a slave to riches, who was desirous of the command, and was looked upon to be in a fair way to carry it by the number of votes; but Themistocles, fearing that, if the command should fall into such hands, all would be lost, bought off Epicydes and his pretensions, it is said, for a sum of money.
Gradually becoming influential and winning the people's favor, he eventually triumphed over Aristides and secured his banishment through ostracism. When the Persian king began advancing against Greece, the Athenians debated who should be their general, and many opted out of the discussion, scared by the scale of the threat. There was one Epicydes, a charismatic speaker and son of Euphemides, who was eloquent but timid and overly focused on wealth. He sought command and seemed likely to win by votes, but Themistocles, worried that if command fell to someone like him, all would be lost, allegedly bribed Epicydes to abandon his ambitions.
When the king of Persia sent messengers into Greece, with an interpreter, to demand earth and water, as an acknowledgment of subjection, Themistocles, by the consent of the people, seized upon the interpreter, and put him to death, for presuming to publish the barbarian orders and decrees in the Greek language; this is one of the actions he is commended for, as also for what he did to Arthmius of Zelea, who brought gold from the king of Persia to corrupt the Greeks, and was, by an order from Themistocles, degraded and disfranchised, he and his children and his posterity; but that which most of all redounded to his credit was, that he put an end to all the civil wars of Greece, composed their differences, and persuaded them to lay aside all enmity during the war with the Persians; and in this great work, Chileus the Arcadian was, it is said, of great assistance to him.
When the king of Persia sent messengers to Greece, with an interpreter, to demand earth and water as a sign of submission, Themistocles, with the people's approval, seized the interpreter and had him killed for daring to announce the barbarian's orders and decrees in Greek. This is one of the actions he's praised for, as well as what he did to Arthmius of Zelea, who brought gold from the king of Persia to bribe the Greeks. By an order from Themistocles, Arthmius and his family were stripped of their status and rights. However, what earned him the most credit was that he ended all the civil wars in Greece, settled their disputes, and encouraged them to put aside their hostilities during the war with the Persians. It's said that Chileus the Arcadian was a significant help to him in this great endeavor.
Having taken upon himself the command of the Athenian forces, he immediately endeavored to persuade the citizens to leave the city, and to embark upon their galleys, and meet with the Persians at a great distance from Greece; but many being against this, he led a large force, together with the Lacedaemonians, into Tempe, that in this pass they might maintain the safety of Thessaly, which had not as yet declared for the king; but when they returned without performing anything; and it was known that not only the Thessalians, but all as far as Boeotia, was going over to Xerxes, then the Athenians more willingly hearkened to the advice of Themistocles to fight by sea, and sent him with a fleet to guard the straits of Artemisium.
After taking command of the Athenian forces, he quickly tried to convince the citizens to leave the city, board their ships, and confront the Persians far from Greece. However, many opposed this idea, so he led a large force, along with the Spartans, into Tempe to secure Thessaly, which had not yet sided with the king. But when they returned without achieving anything, and it became clear that not only the Thessalians but everyone as far as Boeotia was joining Xerxes, the Athenians were more willing to follow Themistocles' advice to fight at sea, and they sent him with a fleet to protect the straits of Artemisium.
When the contingents met here, the Greeks would have the Lacedaemonians to command, and Eurybiades to be their admiral; but the Athenians, who surpassed all the rest together in number of vessels, would not submit to come after any other, till Themistocles, perceiving the danger of this contest, yielded his own command to Eurybiades, and got the Athenians to submit, extenuating the loss by persuading them, that if in this war they behaved themselves like men, he would answer for it after that, that the Greeks, of their own will, would submit to their command. And by this moderation of his, it is evident that he was the chief means of the deliverance of Greece, and gained the Athenians the glory of alike surpassing their enemies in valor, and their confederates in wisdom.
When the forces gathered here, the Greeks had the Lacedaemonians in charge, and Eurybiades as their admiral; but the Athenians, who had more ships than anyone else combined, refused to take a subordinate position. That was until Themistocles, understanding the risks of this conflict, stepped down from his leadership to Eurybiades and convinced the Athenians to follow suit. He lessened the blow by promising them that if they acted bravely in this war, he would ensure that the Greeks would willingly accept their leadership afterward. Through this compromise, it’s clear that he played a crucial role in saving Greece and earned the Athenians recognition for excelling in bravery over their foes and in wisdom over their allies.
As soon as the Persian armada arrived at Aphetae, Eurybiades was astonished to see such a vast number of vessels before him, and, being informed that two hundred more were sailing round behind the island of Sciathus, he immediately determined to retire farther into Greece, and to sail back into some part of Peloponnesus, where their land army and their fleet might join, for he looked upon the Persian forces to be altogether unassailable by sea. But the Euboeans, fearing that the Greeks would forsake them, and leave them to the mercy of the enemy, sent Pelagon to confer privately with Themistocles, taking with him a good sum of money, which, as Herodotus reports, he accepted and gave to Eurybiades. In this affair none of his own countrymen opposed him so much as Architeles, captain of the sacred galley, who, having no money to supply his seamen, was eager to go home; but Themistocles so incensed the Athenians against him, that they set upon him and left him not so much as his supper, at which Architeles was much surprised, and took it very ill; but Themistocles immediately sent him in a chest a service of provisions, and at the bottom of it a talent of silver, desiring him to sup tonight, and tomorrow provide for his seamen; if not, he would report it amongst the Athenians that he had received money from the enemy. So Phanias the Lesbian tells the story.
As soon as the Persian fleet arrived at Aphetae, Eurybiades was shocked to see such a huge number of ships in front of him. After learning that two hundred more were sailing around behind the island of Sciathus, he quickly decided to retreat further into Greece and head back to some part of Peloponnesus, where their land army and navy could unite, since he believed the Persian forces were unbeatable by sea. However, the Euboeans, worried that the Greeks would abandon them and leave them vulnerable to the enemy, sent Pelagon to talk privately with Themistocles, bringing a large sum of money with him. According to Herodotus, Themistocles accepted the money and gave it to Eurybiades. Among his own countrymen, none opposed him as much as Architeles, the captain of the sacred galley, who, lacking funds to pay his crew, was eager to go home. But Themistocles stirred up resentment against him among the Athenians, leading them to attack him and leave him without even his dinner, which greatly surprised and annoyed Architeles. However, Themistocles quickly sent him a package with food and, at the bottom, a talent of silver, asking him to have dinner tonight and arrange for his crew tomorrow; otherwise, he would tell the Athenians that he had received money from the enemy. So says Phanias the Lesbian.
Though the fights between the Greeks and Persians in the straits of Euboea were not so important as to make any final decision of the war, yet the experience which the Greeks obtained in them was of great advantage, for thus, by actual trial and in real danger, they found out that neither number of ships, nor riches and ornaments, nor boasting shouts, nor barbarous songs of victory, were any way terrible to men that knew how to fight, and were resolved to come hand to hand with their enemies; these things they were to despise, and to come up close and grapple with their foes. This, Pindar appears to have seen, and says justly enough of the fight at Artemisium, that
Though the battles between the Greeks and Persians in the straits of Euboea weren't decisive for the war, the Greeks gained valuable experience from them. Through real-life testing and facing genuine danger, they learned that no amount of ships, wealth, flashy displays, boastful cheers, or barbaric victory songs could intimidate men who knew how to fight and were determined to confront their enemies directly. They needed to disregard these distractions and engage closely with their opponents. Pindar seemed to recognize this and adequately describes the battle at Artemisium, stating that
There the sons of Athens set
The stone that freedom stands on yet.
There the sons of Athens placed
The stone that freedom still stands on today.
For the first step towards victory undoubtedly is to gain courage. Artemisium is in Euboea, beyond the city of Histiaea, a sea-beach open to the north; most nearly opposite to it stands Olizon, in the country which formerly was under Philoctetes; there is a small temple there, dedicated to Diana, surnamed of the Dawn, and trees about it, around which again stand pillars of white marble; and if you rub them with your hand, they send forth both the smell and color of saffron. On one of the pillars these verses are engraved,—
For the first step towards victory is definitely to find your courage. Artemisium is in Euboea, just past the city of Histiaea, with a northern-facing beach; right across from it is Olizon, in the territory that used to belong to Philoctetes. There's a small temple there dedicated to Diana, known as the Goddess of the Dawn, surrounded by trees, with white marble pillars around it. If you rub them with your hand, they give off the scent and color of saffron. One of the pillars has these verses engraved,—
With numerous tribes from Asia’s regions brought
The sons of Athens on these waters, fought;
Erecting, after they had quelled the Mede,
To Artemis this record of the deed.
With many tribes from Asia brought here,
The sons of Athens fought on these waters;
After defeating the Mede,
They raised this record of the achievement to Artemis.
There is a place still to be seen upon this shore, where, in the middle of a great heap of sand, they take out from the bottom a dark powder like ashes, or something that has passed the fire; and here, it is supposed, the shipwrecks and bodies of the dead were burnt.
There’s a spot on this shore where you can still see, right in the middle of a huge pile of sand, a dark powder that looks like ashes or something that’s been through fire. It's believed that this is where shipwrecks and the bodies of the dead were burned.
But when news came from Thermopylae to Artemisium, informing them that king Leonidas was slain, and that Xerxes had made himself master of all the passages by land, they returned back to the interior of Greece, the Athenians having the command of the rear, the place of honor and danger, and much elated by what had been done.
But when news arrived from Thermopylae to Artemisium that King Leonidas had been killed and that Xerxes had taken control of all the land routes, they retreated back into the heart of Greece, with the Athenians leading the rear, which was both a position of honor and danger, and they were quite uplifted by what had happened.
As Themistocles sailed along the coast, he took notice of the harbors and fit places for the enemies’ ships to come to land at, and engraved large letters in such stones as he found there by chance, as also in others which he set up on purpose near to the landing-places, or where they were to water; in which inscriptions he called upon the Ionians to forsake the Medes, if it were possible, and come over to the Greeks, who were their proper founders and fathers, and were now hazarding all for their liberties; but, if this could not be done, at any rate to impede and disturb the Persians in all engagements. He hoped that these writings would prevail with the Ionians to revolt, or raise some trouble by making their fidelity doubtful to the Persians.
As Themistocles sailed along the coast, he noticed the harbors and suitable spots for the enemy ships to land. He carved large letters into the stones he randomly found, as well as others he specially set up near the landing areas or where they could get fresh water. In these inscriptions, he urged the Ionians to abandon the Medes, if possible, and join the Greeks, who were their true founders and ancestors, and were now risking everything for their freedom. If that wasn't possible, he asked them to at least hinder and disrupt the Persians in all their battles. He hoped these messages would convince the Ionians to rebel or create some uncertainty about their loyalty to the Persians.
Now, though Xerxes had already passed through Doris and invaded the country of Phocis, and was burning and destroying the cities of the Phocians, yet the Greeks sent them no relief; and, though the Athenians earnestly desired them to meet the Persians in Boeotia, before they could come into Attica, as they themselves had come forward by sea at Artemisium, they gave no ear to their request, being wholly intent upon Peloponnesus, and resolved to gather all their forces together within the Isthmus, and to build a wall from sea to sea in that narrow neck of land; so that the Athenians were enraged to see themselves betrayed, and at the same time afflicted and dejected at their own destitution. For to fight alone against such a numerous army was to no purpose, and the only expedient now left them was to leave their city and cling to their ships; which the people were very unwilling to submit to, imagining that it would signify little now to gain a victory, and not understanding how there could be deliverance any longer after they had once forsaken the temples of their gods and exposed the tombs and monuments of their ancestors to the fury of their enemies.
Now, even though Xerxes had already moved through Doris and invaded Phocis, destroying the cities of the Phocians, the Greeks didn't offer any help. The Athenians were eager for them to confront the Persians in Boeotia before they could get to Attica, just as they had taken a stand at sea during the battle at Artemisium. However, the Greeks ignored their plea, focusing entirely on the Peloponnesus and decided to gather all their forces at the Isthmus, planning to build a wall from coast to coast in that narrow stretch of land. This left the Athenians feeling betrayed, while also distressed and dispirited by their own helplessness. Fighting alone against such a large army seemed futile, and the only option left was to abandon their city and cling to their ships. The people were very reluctant to do this, believing that winning a battle would mean little now and not understanding how there could be any hope of rescue after abandoning the temples of their gods and leaving the tombs and monuments of their ancestors vulnerable to their enemies' wrath.
Themistocles, being at a loss, and not able to draw the people over to his opinion by any human reason, set his machines to work, as in a theater, and employed prodigies and oracles. The serpent of Minerva, kept in the inner part of her temple, disappeared; the priests gave it out to the people that the offerings which were set for it were found untouched, and declared, by the suggestion of Themistocles, that the goddess had left the city, and taken her flight before them towards the sea. And he often urged them with the oracle which bade them trust to walls of wood, showing them that walls of wood could signify nothing else but ships; and that the island of Salamis was termed in it, not miserable or unhappy, but had the epithet of divine, for that it should one day be associated with a great good fortune of the Greeks. At length his opinion prevailed, and he obtained a decree that the city should be committed to the protection of Minerva, “queen of Athens;” that they who were of age to bear arms should embark, and that each should see to sending away his children, women, and slaves where he could. This decree being confirmed, most of the Athenians removed their parents, wives, and children to Troezen, where they were received with eager good-will by the Troezenians, who passed a vote that they should be maintained at the public charge, by a daily payment of two obols to every one, and leave be given to the children to gather fruit where they pleased, and schoolmasters paid to instruct them. This vote was proposed by Nicagoras.
Themistocles, feeling lost and unable to persuade the people with logic, set his plans into motion, almost like a play, using omens and prophecies. The serpent of Minerva, which was kept in the inner part of her temple, vanished; the priests announced to the people that the offerings placed there were untouched and, at Themistocles' suggestion, declared that the goddess had abandoned the city and flown towards the sea. He often reminded them of the prophecy that told them to rely on wooden walls, arguing that these walls could only mean ships; he pointed out that Salamis was referred to as divine, indicating that it would one day bring great fortune to the Greeks. Eventually, his opinion won out, and he secured a decree to place the city under the protection of Minerva, “queen of Athens,” ordering that those old enough to fight should board ships and that each individual should arrange for the safe passage of their children, women, and slaves. Once the decree was confirmed, many Athenians sent their parents, wives, and children to Troezen, where the Troezenians welcomed them warmly and voted to support them with a daily allowance of two obols for each person, while allowing the children to pick fruit wherever they wanted and paying teachers to educate them. This proposal was put forward by Nicagoras.
There was no public treasure at that time in Athens; but the council of Areopagus, as Aristotle says, distributed to every one that served, eight drachmas, which was a great help to the manning of the fleet; but Clidemus ascribes this also to the art of Themistocles. When the Athenians were on their way down to the haven of Piraeus, the shield with the head of Medusa was missing; and he, under the pretext of searching for it, ransacked all places, and found among their goods considerable sums of money concealed, which he applied to the public use; and with this the soldiers and seamen were well provided for their voyage.
There was no public treasure in Athens at that time; however, the council of Areopagus, as Aristotle mentions, gave everyone who served eight drachmas, which really helped man the fleet. Clidemus also attributes this to Themistocles' skill. When the Athenians were heading to the port of Piraeus, the shield with Medusa's head went missing; he used the excuse of looking for it to search everywhere and found significant amounts of hidden money among their belongings, which he allocated for public use. With this, the soldiers and sailors were well-equipped for their journey.
When the whole city of Athens were going on board, it afforded a spectacle worthy of pity alike and admiration, to see them thus send away their fathers and children before them, and, unmoved with their cries and tears, pass over into the island. But that which stirred compassion most of all was, that many old men, by reason of their great age, were left behind; and even the tame domestic animals could not be seen without some pity, running about the town and howling, as desirous to be carried along with their masters that had kept them; among which it is reported that Xanthippus, the father of Pericles, had a dog that would not endure to stay behind, but leaped into the sea, and swam along by the galley’s side till he came to the island of Salamis, where he fainted away and died, and that spot in the island, which is still called the Dog’s Grave, is said to be his.
When everyone in Athens was boarding the ships, it was a sight both heartbreaking and admirable to see them sending off their fathers and children, and, despite their cries and tears, moving on to the island. However, what stirred the most compassion was that many elderly men, due to their age, were left behind; even the domestic animals were pitiable, running around the city and howling, clearly wanting to be taken along with their owners. Among them, it's reported that Xanthippus, the father of Pericles, had a dog that couldn't bear to be left behind. The dog jumped into the sea and swam alongside the galley until it reached the island of Salamis, where it collapsed and died. The place on the island, still known as the Dog's Grave, is said to be where he was laid to rest.
Among the great actions of Themistocles at this crisis, the recall of Aristides was not the least, for, before the war, he had been ostracized by the party which Themistocles headed, and was in banishment; but now, perceiving that the people regretted his absence, and were fearful that he might go over to the Persians to revenge himself, and thereby ruin the affairs of Greece, Themistocles proposed a decree that those who were banished for a time might return again, to give assistance by word and deed to the cause of Greece with the rest of their fellow-citizens.
Among the significant actions of Themistocles during this crisis, bringing back Aristides was crucial because he had been exiled by the faction led by Themistocles before the war. However, noticing that the people missed his presence and were worried he might join the Persians to seek revenge and jeopardize Greece, Themistocles proposed a law allowing those who had been banished to return and support the cause of Greece alongside their fellow citizens.
Eurybiades, by reason of the greatness of Sparta, was admiral of the Greek fleet, but yet was faint-hearted in time of danger, and willing to weigh anchor and set sail for the isthmus of Corinth, near which the land army lay encamped; which Themistocles resisted; and this was the occasion of the well-known words, when Eurybiades, to check his impatience, told him that at the Olympic games they that start up before the rest are lashed; “And they,” replied Themistocles, “that are left behind are not crowned.” Again, Eurybiades lifting up his staff as if he were going to strike, Themistocles said, “Strike if you will, but hear;” Eurybiades, wondering much at his moderation, desired him to speak, and Themistocles now brought him to a better understanding. And when one who stood by him told him that it did not become those who had neither city nor house to lose, to persuade others to relinquish their habitations and forsake their countries, Themistocles gave this reply: “We have indeed left our houses and our walls, base fellow, not thinking it fit to become slaves for the sake of things that have no life nor soul; and yet our city is the greatest of all Greece, consisting of two hundred galleys, which are here to defend you, if you please; but if you run away and betray us, as you did once before, the Greeks shall soon hear news of the Athenians possessing as fair a country, and as large and free a city, as that they have lost.” These expressions of Themistocles made Eurybiades suspect that if he retreated the Athenians would fall off from him. When one of Eretria began to oppose him, he said, “Have you anything to say of war, that are like an ink-fish? you have a sword, but no heart.” Some say that while Themistocles was thus speaking things upon the deck, an owl was seen flying to the right hand of the fleet, which came and sat upon the top of the mast; and this happy omen so far disposed the Greeks to follow his advice, that they presently prepared to fight. Yet, when the enemy’s fleet was arrived at the haven of Phalerum, upon the coast of Attica, and with the number of their ships concealed all the shore, and when they saw the king himself in person come down with his land army to the seaside, with all his forces united, then the good counsel of Themistocles was soon forgotten, and the Peloponnesians cast their eyes again towards the isthmus, and took it very ill if any one spoke against their returning home; and, resolving to depart that night, the pilots had order what course to steer. The Teuthis, loligo, or cuttlefish, is said to have a bone or cartilage shaped like a sword, and was conceived to have no heart.
Eurybiades, because of the power of Sparta, was the admiral of the Greek fleet, but he was cowardly in times of danger and wanted to sail back to the isthmus of Corinth, where the land army was camped. Themistocles opposed this, leading to the famous exchange where Eurybiades, trying to calm his impatience, told him that at the Olympic games, those who jump the gun get whipped. Themistocles responded, “But those who hold back don’t get crowned.” When Eurybiades raised his staff as if to strike, Themistocles said, “Hit me if you want, but listen first.” Eurybiades, astonished by his calmness, asked him to speak, and Themistocles managed to change his mind for the better. When someone nearby told Eurybiades that those with no city or home shouldn't push others to abandon theirs, Themistocles replied, “We’ve indeed left our homes and walls, you lowlife, because we refuse to become slaves for things lifeless and soulless. Yet our city is the strongest in all of Greece, boasting two hundred ships here to protect you, if you choose. But if you run away and betray us like you did before, the Greeks will soon find out the Athenians will take over a land just as beautiful and a city just as grand and free as the one they’ve lost.” These words from Themistocles made Eurybiades worry that retreating would push the Athenians away from him. When one from Eretria opposed him, he said, “What do you know about war, you cowardly ink-fish? You have a sword but no heart.” Some say that while Themistocles was speaking on deck, an owl was seen flying to the right of the fleet and landed on the top of the mast. This favorable omen motivated the Greeks to follow his advice, and they quickly prepared to fight. However, when the enemy’s fleet arrived at the Phaleron harbor on the Attic coast, covering the shoreline with their ships, and when they saw the king himself come down with his land army to the seaside, fully united, the wise counsel of Themistocles was soon forgotten. The Peloponnesians turned their eyes back towards the isthmus and were unhappy if anyone spoke against their plan to go home, deciding to leave that night and instructing the pilots on their course. The Teuthis, or cuttlefish, is said to have a bone or cartilage shaped like a sword and was thought to have no heart.
Themistocles, in great distress that the Greeks should retire, and lose the advantage of the narrow seas and strait passage, and slip home every one to his own city, considered with himself, and contrived that stratagem that was carried out by Sicinnus. This Sicinnus was a Persian captive, but a great lover of Themistocles, and the attendant of his children. Upon this occasion, he sent him privately to Xerxes, commanding him to tell the king, that Themistocles, the admiral of the Athenians, having espoused his interest, wished to be the first to inform him that the Greeks were ready to make their escape, and that he counseled him to hinder their flight, to set upon them while they were in this confusion and at a distance from their land army, and hereby destroy all their forces by sea. Xerxes was very joyful at this message, and received it as from one who wished him all that was good, and immediately issued instructions to the commanders of his ships, that they should instantly Yet out with two hundred galleys to encompass all the islands, and enclose all the straits and passages, that none of the Greeks might escape, and that they should afterwards follow with the rest of their fleet at leisure. This being done, Aristides, the son of Lysimachus, was the first man that perceived it, and went to the tent of Themistocles, not out of any friendship, for he had been formerly banished by his means, as has been related, but to inform him how they were encompassed by their enemies. Themistocles, knowing the generosity of Aristides, and much struck by his visit at that time, imparted to him all that he had transacted by Sicinnus, and entreated him, that, as he would be more readily believed among the Greeks, he would make use of his credit to help to induce them to stay and fight their enemies in the narrow seas. Aristides applauded Themistocles, and went to the other commanders and captains of the galleys, and encouraged them to engage; yet they did not perfectly assent to him, till a galley of Tenos, which deserted from the Persians, of which Panaetius was commander, came in, while they were still doubting, and confirmed the news that all the straits and passages were beset; and then their rage and fury, as well as their necessity; provoked them all to fight.
Themistocles, worried that the Greeks might retreat and lose their advantage in the narrow seas, thought to himself and came up with a plan that was executed by Sicinnus. Sicinnus, a Persian captive and a devoted supporter of Themistocles who looked after his children, was sent privately to Xerxes with a message. He was instructed to tell the king that Themistocles, the Athenian admiral, had decided to ally with him and wanted to be the first to inform him that the Greeks were about to escape. He advised Xerxes to prevent their flight and attack them while they were confused and separated from their land forces to destroy their naval power. Xerxes was thrilled to receive this message, believing it came from someone who wished him well, and immediately ordered the commanders of his ships to send out two hundred galleys to block the islands and straits, ensuring none of the Greeks could escape. The rest of his fleet would follow at a later time. Once this was arranged, Aristides, the son of Lysimachus, was the first to notice what was happening. He went to Themistocles' tent, not out of friendship—since he had been previously banished by him—but to inform him that they were surrounded by enemies. Recognizing Aristides’ integrity and moved by his visit, Themistocles shared with him everything that had transpired with Sicinnus and asked him, knowing he would be more credible among the Greeks, to use his influence to convince them to stay and fight in the narrow seas. Aristides admired Themistocles and approached the other commanders and galley captains, urging them to engage. However, they were still hesitant until a galley from Tenos, led by Panaetius, deserted from the Persians and confirmed that all the straits and passages were blocked. This news ignited their anger and urgency, pushing them all to fight.
As soon as it was day, Xerxes placed himself high up, to view his fleet, and how it was set in order. Phanodemus says, he sat upon a promontory above the temple of Hercules, where the coast of Attica is separated from the island by a narrow channel; but Acestodorus writes, that it was in the confines of Megara, upon those hills which are called the Horns, where he sat in a chair of gold, with many secretaries about him to write down all that was done in the fight.
As soon as it was light, Xerxes positioned himself up high to look over his fleet and see how it was organized. Phanodemus mentions that he sat on a promontory above the temple of Hercules, where the coast of Attica meets the island through a narrow channel. However, Acestodorus claims that he was on the hills known as the Horns in the Megara area, where he sat in a golden chair surrounded by numerous secretaries who recorded everything that happened in the battle.
When Themistocles was about to sacrifice, close to the admiral’s galley, there were three prisoners brought to him, fine looking men, and richly dressed in ornamented clothing and gold, said to be the children of Artayctes and Sandauce, sister to Xerxes. As soon as the prophet Euphrantides saw them, and observed that at the same time the fire blazed out from the offerings with a more than ordinary flame, and that a man sneezed on the right, which was an intimation of a fortunate event, he took Themistocles by the hand, and bade him consecrate the three young men for sacrifice, and offer them up with prayers for victory to Bacchus the Devourer: so should the Greeks not only save themselves, but also obtain victory. Themistocles was much disturbed at this strange and terrible prophecy, but the common people, who, in any difficult crisis and great exigency, ever look for relief rather to strange and extravagant than to reasonable means, calling upon Bacchus with one voice, led the captives to the altar, and compelled the execution of the sacrifice as the prophet had commanded. This is reported by Phanias the Lesbian, a philosopher well read in history.
When Themistocles was about to make a sacrifice near the admiral’s ship, three handsome prisoners were brought to him. They were dressed in rich, ornate clothing and gold, said to be the children of Artayctes and Sandauce, Xerxes’ sister. As soon as the prophet Euphrantides saw them and noticed that the fire from the offerings was burning unusually bright, along with a man sneezing on his right side—which meant good luck—he took Themistocles by the hand and advised him to dedicate the three young men for sacrifice, praying for victory from Bacchus the Devourer. This way, the Greeks could not only save themselves but also achieve victory. Themistocles felt greatly unsettled by this odd and frightening prophecy, but the common people, who in tough situations often seek help from strange and unusual methods rather than rational solutions, all called out to Bacchus and led the captives to the altar, forcing the sacrifice to happen as the prophet had instructed. This is reported by Phanias the Lesbian, a philosopher well-versed in history.
The number of the enemy’s ships the poet Aeschylus gives in his tragedy called the Persians, as on his certain knowledge, in the following words—
The number of enemy ships that the poet Aeschylus mentions in his tragedy called the Persians, based on his certain knowledge, is as follows—
Xerxes, I know, did into battle lead
One thousand ships; of more than usual speed
Seven and two hundred. So is it agreed.
Xerxes, I know, led into battle
One thousand ships; with more than usual speed
Seven and two hundred. So it's agreed.
The Athenians had a hundred and eighty; in every ship eighteen men fought upon the deck, four of whom were archers and the rest men-at- arms.
The Athenians had one hundred eighty ships; in each ship, eighteen men fought on deck, four of whom were archers and the rest were infantry.
As Themistocles had fixed upon the most advantageous place, so, with no less sagacity, he chose the best time of fighting; for he would not run the prows of his galleys against the Persians, nor begin the fight till the time of day was come, when there regularly blows in a fresh breeze from the open sea, and brings in with it a strong swell into the channel; which was no inconvenience to the Greek ships, which were low- built, and little above the water, but did much hurt to the Persians, which had high sterns and lofty decks, and were heavy and cumbrous in their movements, as it presented them broadside to the quick charges of the Greeks, who kept their eyes upon the motions of Themistocles, as their best example, and more particularly because, opposed to his ship, Ariamenes, admiral to Xerxes, a brave man, and by far the best and worthiest of the king’s brothers, was seen throwing darts and shooting arrows from his huge galley, as from the walls of a castle. Aminias the Decelean and Sosicles the Pedian, who sailed in the same vessel, upon the ships meeting stem to stem, and transfixing each the other with their brazen prows, so that they were fastened together, when Ariamenes attempted to board theirs, ran at him with their pikes, and thrust him into the sea; his body, as it floated amongst other shipwrecks, was known to Artemisia, and carried to Xerxes.
As Themistocles identified the most favorable spot, he also wisely chose the best time to fight. He wouldn’t charge his ships straight at the Persians or start the battle until the right moment of day arrived when a fresh breeze typically blew in from the open sea, creating a strong swell in the channel. This swell was no problem for the Greek ships, which were low-built and sat low in the water, but it posed significant difficulties for the Persians, who had high sterns and tall decks, making them heavy and cumbersome. This disadvantage left them exposed to the quick assaults of the Greeks, who watched Themistocles closely as their example. Notably, opposing his ship was Ariamenes, Xerxes’ admiral, a brave and the most capable of the king’s brothers, who was seen lobbing darts and shooting arrows from his massive galley, much like a fortress. Aminias the Decelean and Sosicles the Pedian, sailing in the same vessel, found themselves in a head-on clash with Ariamenes' ship, their bronze prows impaling each other and becoming stuck. When Ariamenes tried to board their ship, they charged at him with their pikes and pushed him into the sea. His body, floating among other wrecks, was recognized by Artemisia and brought to Xerxes.
It is reported, that, in the middle of the fight, a great flame rose into the air above the city of Eleusis, and that sounds and voices were heard through all the Thriasian plain, as far as the sea, sounding like a number of men accompanying and escorting the mystic Iacchus, and that a mist seemed to form and rise from the place from whence the sounds came, and, passing forward, fell upon the galleys. Others believed that they saw apparitions, in the shape of armed men, reaching out their hands from the island of Aegina before the Grecian galleys; and supposed they were the Aeacidae, whom they had invoked to their aid before the battle. The first man that took a ship was Lycomedes the Athenian, captain of a galley, who cut down its ensign, and dedicated it to Apollo the Laurel-crowned. And as the Persians fought in a narrow arm of the sea, and could bring but part of their fleet to fight, and fell foul of one another, the Greeks thus equaled them in strength, and fought with them till the evening, forced them back, and obtained, as says Simonides, that noble and famous victory, than which neither amongst the Greeks nor barbarians was ever known more glorious exploit on the seas; by the joint valor, indeed, and zeal of all who fought, but by the wisdom and sagacity of Themistocles.
It was reported that in the middle of the battle, a huge flame shot up into the sky over the city of Eleusis, and sounds and voices echoed across the Thriasian plain, reaching all the way to the sea, resembling a group of men accompanying and guiding the mysterious Iacchus. A mist seemed to rise from where the sounds originated and moved forward, settling on the ships. Some claimed they saw figures shaped like armed men reaching out from the island of Aegina towards the Greek ships and believed they were the Aeacidae, whom they had called upon for help before the battle. The first person to take a ship was Lycomedes the Athenian, the captain of a galley, who cut down its flag and dedicated it to Apollo the Laurel-crowned. As the Persians fought in a narrow stretch of water, only managing to send part of their fleet into battle and colliding with each other, the Greeks matched their strength and fought them until evening, pushing them back and achieving what Simonides described as a noble and famous victory—an exploit on the seas more glorious than any known to either the Greeks or the barbarians—thanks to the combined courage and determination of all who fought, along with the wisdom and insight of Themistocles.
After this sea-fight, Xerxes, enraged at his ill-fortune, attempted, by casting great heaps of earth and stones into the sea, to stop up the channel and to make a dam, upon which he might lead his land-forces over into the island of Salamis.
After this naval battle, Xerxes, furious about his bad luck, tried to block the sea channel by throwing large mounds of dirt and stones into the water to create a dam, which he hoped would allow his army to cross over to the island of Salamis.
Themistocles, being desirous to try the opinion of Aristides, told him that he proposed to set sail for the Hellespont, to break the bridge of ships, so as to shut up, he said, Asia a prisoner within Europe; but Aristides, disliking the design, said, “We have hitherto fought with an enemy who has regarded little else but his pleasure and luxury; but if we shut him up within Greece, and drive him to necessity, he that is master of such great forces will no longer sit quietly with an umbrella of gold over his head, looking upon the fight for his pleasure; but in such a strait will attempt all things; he will be resolute, and appear himself in person upon all occasions, he will soon correct his errors, and supply what he has formerly omitted through remissness, and will be better advised in all things. Therefore, it is noways our interest, Themistocles,” he said, “to take away the bridge that is already made, but rather to build another, if it were possible, that he might make his retreat with the more expedition.” To which Themistocles answered, “If this be requisite, we must immediately use all diligence, art, and industry, to rid ourselves of him as soon as may be;” and to this purpose he found out among the captives one of the king Of Persia’s eunuchs, named Arnaces, whom he sent to the king, to inform him that the Greeks, being now victorious by sea, had decreed to sail to the Hellespont, where the boats were fastened together, and destroy the bridge; but that Themistocles, being concerned for the king, revealed this to him, that he might hasten towards the Asiatic seas, and pass over into his own dominions; and in the mean time would cause delays, and hinder the confederates from pursuing him. Xerxes no sooner heard this, but, being very much terrified, he proceeded to retreat out of Greece with all speed. The prudence of Themistocles and Aristides in this was afterwards more fully understood at the battle of Plataea, where Mardonius, with a very small fraction of the forces of Xerxes, put the Greeks in danger of losing all.
Themistocles, wanting to gauge Aristides' opinion, told him he planned to set sail for the Hellespont to destroy the bridge of ships, effectively trapping Asia within Europe. However, Aristides, not in favor of the plan, responded, “Until now, we've fought an enemy who has cared mainly about his own pleasures and luxuries. But if we confine him within Greece and force him into a corner, he, who commands such a vast army, won't just sit back under his golden umbrella, watching the fight for entertainment. In that pressure, he will try anything; he’ll be resolute and show up in person whenever needed, quickly correcting his past mistakes and being more strategic in everything. So, it's not in our best interest, Themistocles,” he said, “to destroy an existing bridge, but rather to build another, if possible, to help him retreat more swiftly.” To this, Themistocles replied, “If that's necessary, we must waste no time using all our skill and effort to get rid of him as soon as possible.” With that in mind, he found one of the Persian king's eunuchs among the captives, named Arnaces, and sent him to the king to inform him that the Greeks, having achieved victory at sea, had decided to sail to the Hellespont where the boats were tied together to destroy the bridge. However, Themistocles, concerned for the king, had revealed this to him so he could hurry to the Asian seas and return to his own lands, while also causing delays to prevent the allies from chasing him. As soon as Xerxes heard this, he was extremely frightened and made a hasty retreat from Greece. The wisdom of Themistocles and Aristides in this situation was later fully appreciated at the battle of Plataea, where Mardonius, with only a small portion of Xerxes' forces, nearly put the Greeks at risk of losing everything.
Herodotus writes, that, of all the cities of Greece, Aegina was held to have performed the best service in the war; while all single men yielded to Themistocles, though, out of envy, unwillingly; and when they returned to the entrance of Peloponnesus, where the several commanders delivered their suffrages at the altar, to determine who was most worthy, every one gave the first vote for himself and the second for Themistocles. The Lacedaemonians carried him with them to Sparta, where, giving the rewards of valor to Eurybiades, and of wisdom and conduct to Themistocles, they crowned him with olive, presented him with the best chariot in the city, and sent three hundred young men to accompany him to the confines of their country. And at the next Olympic games, when Themistocles entered the course, the spectators took no farther notice of those who were contesting the prizes, but spent the whole day in looking upon him, showing him to the strangers, admiring him, and applauding him by clapping their hands, and other expressions of joy, so that he himself, much gratified, confessed to his friends that he then reaped the fruit of all his labors for the Greeks.
Herodotus writes that among all the cities of Greece, Aegina was recognized for its outstanding service during the war. Although all the single men begrudgingly submitted to Themistocles out of envy, when they returned to the entrance of Peloponnesus, where the various commanders cast their votes at the altar to decide who deserved the most recognition, everyone voted for themselves first and then for Themistocles. The Lacedaemonians took him with them to Sparta, where they awarded Eurybiades for valor and Themistocles for wisdom and leadership, crowning him with olive leaves, giving him the best chariot in the city, and sending three hundred young men to escort him to the borders of their territory. At the next Olympic games, when Themistocles entered the competition, the spectators paid no attention to the other contestants; instead, they spent the entire day admiring him, introducing him to visitors, applauding him with cheers and various expressions of joy. Feeling greatly pleased, he admitted to his friends that he was finally reaping the rewards of all his efforts for the Greeks.
He was, indeed, by nature, a great lover of honor, as is evident from the anecdotes recorded of him. When chosen admiral by the Athenians, he would not quite conclude any single matter of business, either public or private, but deferred all till the day they were to set sail, that, by dispatching a great quantity of business all at once, and having to meet a great variety of people, he might make an appearance of greatness and power. Viewing the dead bodies cast up by the sea, he perceived bracelets and necklaces of gold about them, yet passed on, only showing them to a friend that followed him, saying, “Take you these things, for you are not Themistocles.” He said to Antiphates, a handsome young man, who had formerly avoided, but now in his glory courted him, “Time, young man, has taught us both a lesson.” He said that the Athenians did not honor him or admire him, but made, as it were, a sort of plane-tree of him; sheltered themselves under him in bad weather, and, as soon as it was fine, plucked his leaves and cut his branches. When the Seriphian told him that he had not obtained this honor by himself, but by the greatness of his city, he replied, “You speak truth; I should never have been famous if I had been of Seriphus; nor you, had you been of Athens.” When another of the generals, who thought he had performed considerable service for the Athenians, boastingly compared his actions with those of Themistocles, he told him that once upon a time the Day after the Festival found fault with the Festival: “On you there is nothing but hurry and trouble and preparation, but, when I come, everybody sits down quietly and enjoys himself;” which the Festival admitted was true, but “if I had not come first, you would not have come at all.” “Even so,” he said, “if Themistocles had not come before, where had you been now?” Laughing at his own son, who got his mother, and, by his mother’s means, his father also, to indulge him, he told him that he had the most power of any one in Greece: “For the Athenians command the rest of Greece, I command the Athenians, your mother commands me, and you command your mother.” Loving to be singular in all things, when he had land to sell, he ordered the crier to give notice that there were good neighbors near it. Of two who made love to his daughter, he preferred the man of worth to the one who was rich, saying he desired a man without riches, rather than riches without a man. Such was the character of his sayings.
He was truly a natural lover of honor, as shown by the stories told about him. When the Athenians elected him admiral, he wouldn't finalize any business matters, whether public or private, but postponed everything until the day they were supposed to set sail. This way, by handling a lot of business at once and dealing with various people, he could project an image of greatness and power. While looking at the dead bodies washed up on the shore, he noticed gold bracelets and necklaces on them but moved on, only showing them to a friend who was with him, saying, “Take these, since you're not Themistocles.” To Antiphates, a handsome young man who had once avoided him but was now pursuing him in his glory, he said, “Time has taught us both a lesson, young man.” He remarked that the Athenians neither honored him nor admired him but treated him like a plane tree; they took shelter under him when times were tough, and when things improved, they stripped his leaves and cut his branches. When a man from Seriphus told him he hadn't gained this honor on his own but because of his city's greatness, he replied, “That's true; I wouldn’t have been famous if I were from Seriphus, and neither would you be if you were from Athens.” When another general, who thought he had done significant service for Athens, boastfully compared his deeds to those of Themistocles, Themistocles replied that once upon a time, the Day after the Festival criticized the Festival: “You bring nothing but chaos, trouble, and preparation, but when I arrive, everyone relaxes and enjoys themselves,” to which the Festival agreed, “But if I hadn’t come first, you wouldn’t have shown up at all.” “Even so,” he said, “if Themistocles hadn’t come before, where would you be now?” Laughing at his son, who encouraged him and his mother to spoil him, he told him that he had the most power in Greece: “The Athenians lead the rest of Greece, I lead the Athenians, your mother leads me, and you lead your mother.” Enjoying being unique in all things, when he had land to sell, he instructed the crier to announce that there were good neighbors nearby. Of two suitors for his daughter, he favored the man of character over the wealthy one, stating he preferred a man without riches rather than riches without a man. Such was the nature of his words.
After these things, he began to rebuild and fortify the city of Athens, bribing, as Theopompus reports, the Lacedaemonian ephors not to be against it, but, as most relate it, overreaching and deceiving them. For, under pretest of an embassy, he went to Sparta, where, upon the Lacedaemonians charging him with rebuilding the walls, and Poliarchus coming on purpose from Aegina to denounce it, he denied the fact, bidding them to send people to Athens to see whether it were so or no; by which delay he got time for the building of the wall, and also placed these ambassadors in the hands of his countrymen as hostages for him; and so, when the Lacedaemonians knew the truth, they did him no hurt, but, suppressing all display of their anger for the present, sent him away.
After these events, he started to rebuild and strengthen the city of Athens, allegedly bribing the Lacedaemonian ephors, according to Theopompus, to not oppose it, but as most accounts suggest, he tricked and outsmarted them. Under the guise of a diplomatic mission, he traveled to Sparta, where the Lacedaemonians accused him of rebuilding the walls, and Poliarchus came from Aegina specifically to call him out on it. He denied the accusation, telling them to send people to Athens to verify whether it was true or not; this delay allowed him more time to work on the wall and also gave him leverage over the ambassadors, making them hostages for him with his fellow countrymen. So, when the Lacedaemonians eventually learned the truth, they did not harm him, but instead, suppressed their anger for the moment and let him leave.
Next he proceeded to establish the harbor of Piraeus, observing the great natural advantages of the locality and desirous to unite the whole city with the sea, and to reverse, in a manner, the policy of ancient Athenian kings, who, endeavoring to withdraw their subjects from the sea, and to accustom them to live, not by sailing about, but by planting and tilling the earth, spread the story of the dispute between Minerva and Neptune for the sovereignty of Athens, in which Minerva, by producing to the judges an olive tree, was declared to have won; whereas Themistocles did not only knead up, as Aristophanes says, the port and the city into one, but made the city absolutely the dependent and the adjunct of the port, and the land of the sea, which increased the power and confidence of the people against the nobility; the authority coming into the hands of sailors and boatswains and pilots. Thus it was one of the orders of the thirty tyrants, that the hustings in the assembly, which had faced towards the sea, should be turned round towards the land; implying their opinion that the empire by sea had been the origin of the democracy, and that the farming population were not so much opposed to oligarchy.
Next, he went ahead to develop the harbor of Piraeus, recognizing the significant natural benefits of the area and wanting to connect the entire city to the sea. This was a twist on the policy of the ancient Athenian kings, who tried to distance their people from the sea and encouraged them to live by farming instead of sailing. They spread the story of the conflict between Minerva and Neptune over the control of Athens, where Minerva was deemed the winner for presenting an olive tree to the judges. However, Themistocles didn't just merge the port and the city, as Aristophanes puts it; he made the city completely reliant on the port, turning the land into an extension of the sea. This bolstered the power and self-assurance of the common people against the elites, shifting authority into the hands of sailors, shipmasters, and navigators. Consequently, one of the orders from the thirty tyrants was to turn the assembly's speaking area from facing the sea toward the land, suggesting that their view was that the naval empire had sparked the rise of democracy, and that farmers weren't as opposed to oligarchy.
Themistocles, however, formed yet higher designs with a view to naval supremacy. For, after the departure of Xerxes, when the Grecian fleet was arrived at Pagasae, where they wintered, Themistocles, in a public oration to the people of Athens, told them that he had a design to perform something that would tend greatly to their interests and safety, but was of such a nature, that it could not be made generally public. The Athenians ordered him to impart it to Aristides only; and, if he approved of it, to put it in practice. And when Themistocles had discovered to him that his design was to burn the Grecian fleet in the haven of Pagasae, Aristides, coming out to the people, gave this report of the stratagem contrived by Themistocles, that no proposal could be more politic, or more dishonorable; on which the Athenians commanded Themistocles to think no farther of it.
Themistocles, however, had even bigger plans aimed at achieving naval dominance. After Xerxes left and the Greek fleet arrived at Pagasae for the winter, Themistocles gave a public speech to the people of Athens, telling them he had an idea that would greatly benefit and protect them, but it was too sensitive to disclose publicly. The Athenians instructed him to share it only with Aristides, and if Aristides approved, to go ahead with it. When Themistocles revealed to him that his plan was to burn the Greek fleet in the harbor of Pagasae, Aristides reported back to the people that the scheme was both clever and highly dishonorable, which led the Athenians to ask Themistocles to abandon the idea.
When the Lacedaemonians proposed, at the general council of the Amphictyonians, that the representatives of those cities which were not in the league, nor had fought against the Persians, should be excluded, Themistocles, fearing that the Thessalians, with those of Thebes, Argos, and others, being thrown out of the council, the Lacedaemonians would become wholly masters of the votes, and do what they pleased, supported the deputies of the cities, and prevailed with the members then sitting to alter their opinion in this point, showing them that there were but one and thirty cities which had partaken in the war, and that most of these, also, were very small; how intolerable would it be, if the rest of Greece should be excluded, and the general council should come to be ruled by two or three great cities. By this, chiefly, he incurred the displeasure of the Lacedaemonians, whose honors and favors were now shown to Cimon, with a view to making him the opponent of the state policy of Themistocles.
When the Spartans suggested at the general council of the Amphictyonians that the representatives from cities not in the league and who hadn’t fought against the Persians should be excluded, Themistocles worried that if the Thessalians, along with those from Thebes, Argos, and others, were ousted from the council, the Spartans would completely dominate the votes and do whatever they wanted. He supported the delegates from these cities and persuaded the members present to change their minds about this issue, pointing out that only thirty-one cities had participated in the war and that most of these were quite small. He argued how unacceptable it would be if the rest of Greece were excluded and the general council ended up being controlled by just two or three major cities. This primarily led to him earning the ire of the Spartans, whose honors and support were now being directed towards Cimon, in an effort to make him oppose Themistocles' state policies.
He was also burdensome to the confederates, sailing about the islands and collecting money from them. Herodotus says, that, requiring money of those of the island of Andros, he told them that he had brought with him two goddesses, Persuasion and Force; and they answered him that they had also two great goddesses, which prohibited them from giving him any money, Poverty and Impossibility. Timocreon, the Rhodian poet, reprehends him somewhat bitterly for being wrought upon by money to let some who were banished return, while abandoning himself, who was his guest and friend. The verses are these:—
He was also a burden to the allies, sailing around the islands and collecting money from them. Herodotus mentions that when he asked the people of Andros for money, he told them he had brought two goddesses with him, Persuasion and Force; they replied that they too had two powerful goddesses that prevented them from giving him any money, Poverty and Impossibility. Timocreon, the Rhodian poet, criticizes him quite harshly for being persuaded by money to allow some banished individuals to return while abandoning him, even though he was his guest and friend. The verses are these:—
Pausanias you may praise, and Xanthippus he be for,
For Leutychidas, a third; Aristides, I proclaim,
From the sacred Athens came,
The one true man of all; for Themistocles Latona doth abhor
The liar, traitor, cheat, who, to gain his filthy pay,
Timocreon, his friend, neglected to restore
To his native Rhodian shore;
Three silver talents took, and departed (curses with him) on his way,
Restoring people here, expelling there, and killing here,
Filling evermore his purse: and at the Isthmus gave a treat,
To be laughed at, of cold meat,
Which they ate, and prayed the gods some one else might give the feast another
year.
You can praise Pausanias, and Xanthippus is another good choice,
Leutychidas is third; I declare Aristides,
Who came from sacred Athens,
The one true man above all; for Themistocles is scorned by Latona
The liar, traitor, and cheat, who, to line his pockets,
Neglected to bring back his friend Timocreon
To his homeland in Rhodes;
Took three silver talents and left (curses be upon him) on his way,
Restoring some people here, kicking others out there, and killing others,
Constantly filling his wallet: and at the Isthmus he hosted a feast,
That everyone laughed at, of cold food,
Which they ate, wishing the gods would make someone else host the feast next year.
But after the sentence and banishment of Themistocles, Timocreon reviles him yet more immoderately and wildly in a poem which begins thus:—
But after Themistocles was sentenced and exiled, Timocreon attacks him even more harshly and wildly in a poem that starts like this:—
Unto all the Greeks repair
O Muse, and tell these verses there,
As is fitting and is fair.
To all the Greeks, come here,
O Muse, and share these verses,
As is right and good.
The story is, that it was put to the question whether Timocreon should be banished for siding with the Persians, and Themistocles gave his vote against him. So when Themistocles was accused of intriguing with the Medes, Timocreon made these lines upon him:—
The story goes that there was a debate about whether Timocreon should be exiled for supporting the Persians, and Themistocles voted against him. Later, when Themistocles was accused of conspiring with the Medes, Timocreon wrote these lines about him:—
So now Timocreon, indeed, is not the sole friend of the Mede,
There are some knaves besides; nor is it only mine that fails,
But other foxes have lost tails.—
So now Timocreon is definitely not the only friend of the Mede,
There are some other sneaky guys too; and it’s not just my own that’s lost,
But other foxes have also lost their tails.—
When the citizens of Athens began to listen willingly to those who traduced and reproached him, he was forced, with somewhat obnoxious frequency, to put them in mind of the great services he had performed, and ask those who were offended with him whether they were weary with receiving benefits often from the same person, so rendering himself more odious. And he yet more provoked the people by building a temple to Diana with the epithet of Aristobule, or Diana of Best Counsel; intimating thereby, that he had given the best counsel, not only to the Athenians, but to all Greece. He built this temple near his own house, in the district called Melite, where now the public officers carry out the bodies of such as are executed, and throw the halters and clothes of those that are strangled or otherwise put to death. There is to this day a small figure of Themistocles in the temple of Diana of Best Counsel, which represents him to be a person, not only of a noble mind, but also of a most heroic aspect. At length the Athenians banished him, making use of the ostracism to humble his eminence and authority, as they ordinarily did with all whom they thought too powerful, or, by their greatness, disproportionable to the equality thought requisite in a popular government. For the ostracism was instituted, not so much to punish the offender, as to mitigate and pacify the violence of the envious, who delighted to humble eminent men, and who, by fixing this disgrace upon them, might vent some part of their rancor.
When the citizens of Athens started to listen to those who slandered and criticized him, he often had to remind them of the great services he had done and ask those who were upset with him if they were tired of receiving benefits from the same person, making him even more disliked. He angered the people further by building a temple to Diana, titled Aristobule or Diana of Best Counsel, implying that he had given the best advice not just to the Athenians but to all of Greece. He constructed this temple near his home in the area known as Melite, where public officials now carry out the bodies of those who have been executed and dispose of the ropes and clothes of those who were strangled or otherwise killed. To this day, there is a small statue of Themistocles in the temple of Diana of Best Counsel, depicting him as not only noble-minded but also with a very heroic presence. Eventually, the Athenians exiled him, using ostracism to lessen his influence and authority, as they often did with anyone they thought was too powerful or too great for the equality expected in a democratic government. Ostracism was created not so much to punish the offender but to ease the resentment of those who enjoyed bringing down prominent figures, allowing them to express some of their bitterness by inflicting this disgrace.
Themistocles being banished from Athens, while he stayed at Argos the detection of Pausanias happened, which gave such advantage to his enemies, that Leobotes of Agraule, son of Alcmaeon, indicted him of treason, the Spartans supporting him in the accusation.
Themistocles was exiled from Athens, and while he was in Argos, Pausanias was exposed, which gave his enemies a significant advantage. Leobotes of Agraule, the son of Alcmaeon, charged him with treason, with the Spartans backing him in the accusation.
When Pausanias went about this treasonable design, he concealed it at first from Themistocles, though he were his intimate friend; but when he saw him expelled out of the commonwealth, and how impatiently he took his banishment, he ventured to communicate it to him, and desired his assistance, showing him the king of Persia’s letters, and exasperating him against the Greeks, as a villainous, ungrateful people. However, Themistocles immediately rejected the proposals of Pausanias, and wholly refused to be a party in the enterprise, though he never revealed his communications, nor disclosed the conspiracy to any man, either hoping that Pausanias would desist from his intentions, or expecting that so inconsiderate an attempt after such chimerical objects would be discovered by other means.
When Pausanias was planning this treasonous scheme, he initially kept it from Themistocles, even though they were close friends. But when he saw Themistocles being kicked out of the city and how upset he was about his exile, Pausanias decided to share his plan and asked for his help, showing him letters from the king of Persia and stirring up anger against the Greeks as a treacherous and ungrateful people. However, Themistocles quickly rejected Pausanias’s proposals and completely refused to get involved in the plot, although he never revealed their discussions or exposed the conspiracy to anyone, either hoping that Pausanias would abandon his plans or thinking that such a reckless attempt for such unrealistic goals would be uncovered by other means.
After that Pausanias was put to death, letters and writings being found concerning this matter, which rendered Themistocles suspected, the Lacedaemonians were clamorous against him, and his enemies among the Athenians accused him; when, being absent from Athens, he made his defense by letters, especially against the points that had been previously alleged against him. In answer to the malicious detractions of his enemies, he merely wrote to the citizens, urging that he who was always ambitious to govern, and not of a character or a disposition to serve, would never sell himself and his country into slavery to a barbarous and hostile nation.
After Pausanias was executed, letters and writings were discovered regarding this situation, which made Themistocles a suspect. The Spartans became very vocal against him, and his enemies among the Athenians accused him. While he was away from Athens, he defended himself through letters, particularly addressing the accusations that had been made against him. In response to the malicious slanders from his enemies, he simply wrote to the citizens, insisting that someone who is always eager to lead, and who doesn’t have the character or mindset to serve, would never sell himself and his country into slavery to a barbaric and hostile nation.
Notwithstanding this, the people, being persuaded by his accusers, sent officers to take him and bring him away to be tried before a council of the Greeks, but, having timely notice of it, he passed over into the island of Corcyra, where the state was under obligations to him; for being chosen as arbitrator in a difference between them and the Corinthians, he decided the controversy by ordering the Corinthians to pay down twenty talents, and declaring the town and island of Leucas a joint colony from both cities. From thence he fled into Epirus, and, the Athenians and Lacedaemonians still pursuing him, he threw himself upon chances of safety that seemed all but desperate. For he fled for refuge to Admetus, king of the Molossians, who had formerly made some request to the Athenians, when Themistocles was in the height of his authority, and had been disdainfully used and insulted by him, and had let it appear plain enough, that could he lay hold of him, he would take his revenge. Yet in this misfortune, Themistocles, fearing the recent hatred of his neighbors and fellow-citizens more than the old displeasure of the king, put himself at his mercy, and became a humble suppliant to Admetus, after a peculiar manner, different from the custom of other countries. For taking the king’s son, who was then a child, in his arms, he laid himself down at his hearth, this being the most sacred and only manner of supplication, among the Molossians, which was not to be refused. And some say that his wife, Phthia, intimated to Themistocles this way of petitioning, and placed her young son with him before the hearth; others, that king Admetus, that he might be under a religious obligation not to deliver him up to his pursuers, prepared and enacted with him a sort of stage-play to this effect. At this time, Epicrates of Acharnae privately conveyed his wife and children out of Athens, and sent them hither, for which afterwards Cimon condemned him and put him to death, as Stesimbrotus reports, and yet somehow, either forgetting this himself, or making Themistocles to be little mindful of it, says presently that he sailed into Sicily, and desired in marriage the daughter of Hiero, tyrant of Syracuse, promising to bring the Greeks under his power; and, on Hiero refusing him, departed thence into Asia; but this is not probable.
Despite this, the people, convinced by his accusers, sent officers to capture him and bring him to trial before a council of the Greeks. However, having received timely warning, he escaped to the island of Corcyra, where he had obligations to the state. He had been appointed as an arbitrator in a dispute between them and the Corinthians and resolved the issue by ordering the Corinthians to pay twenty talents and declaring the town and island of Leucas a joint colony of both cities. From there, he fled to Epirus, and as the Athenians and Lacedaemonians continued to pursue him, he took desperate chances in search of safety. He sought refuge with Admetus, the king of the Molossians, who had previously made a request to the Athenians during Themistocles's peak power, only to be treated with disdain and insult, showing a clear desire for revenge if he could capture him. Yet, in his misfortune, Themistocles, fearing his neighbors' recent animosity more than the king's longstanding anger, surrendered to him and became a humble supplicant. He did this in a unique way, different from other customs; he took the king’s young son into his arms and lay down at the hearth, which was the most sacred and accepted form of supplication among the Molossians and could not be refused. Some say that his wife, Phthia, suggested this method of pleading and placed their young son with him before the hearth; others claim that King Admetus staged a sort of play with him so that he’d be bound by religious obligation not to hand him over to his pursuers. During this time, Epicrates of Acharnae secretly helped his wife and children escape from Athens and sent them there, for which Cimon later condemned and executed him, as reported by Stesimbrotus. Yet somehow, either he forgot this himself or made Themistocles less aware of it, as he soon sailed to Sicily, sought to marry Hiero's daughter, the tyrant of Syracuse, promising to bring the Greeks under his control. When Hiero refused, he left for Asia, although this doesn’t seem likely.
For Theophrastus writes, in his work on Monarchy, that when Hiero sent race-horses to the Olympian games, and erected a pavilion sumptuously furnished, Themistocles made an oration to the Greeks, inciting them to pull down the tyrant’s tent, and not to suffer his horses to run. Thucydides says, that, passing over land to the Aegaean Sea, he took ship at Pydna in the bay of Therme, not being known to any one in the ship, till, being terrified to see the vessel driven by the winds near to Naxos, which was then besieged by the Athenians, he made himself known to the master and pilot, and, partly entreating them, partly threatening that if they went on shore he would accuse them, and make the Athenians to believe that they did not take him in out of ignorance, but that he had corrupted them with money from the beginning, he compelled them to bear off and stand out to sea, and sail forward towards the coast of Asia.
For Theophrastus writes in his work on Monarchy that when Hiero sent racehorses to the Olympic Games and set up a lavishly furnished pavilion, Themistocles gave a speech to the Greeks, urging them to take down the tyrant’s tent and not let his horses compete. Thucydides mentions that while traveling overland to the Aegean Sea, he boarded a ship at Pydna in the Thermaic Gulf, remaining unknown to anyone on board until he became frightened when the ship was pushed by the winds near Naxos, which was under siege by the Athenians. He revealed his identity to the captain and pilot, partly begging them and partly threatening that if they landed, he would report them and convince the Athenians that they didn’t pick him up by accident but had been bribed from the start. He forced them to steer away and sail out to sea, heading towards the coast of Asia.
A great part of his estate was privately conveyed away by his friends, and sent after him by sea into Asia; besides which there was discovered and confiscated to the value of fourscore talents, as Theophrastus writes, Theopompus says a hundred; though Themistocles was never worth three talents before he was concerned in public affairs.
A large portion of his estate was secretly taken by his friends and sent after him by sea to Asia; in addition, there was discovered and seized property worth eighty talents, according to Theophrastus, while Theopompus claims it was a hundred; although Themistocles was never worth more than three talents before he got involved in public matters.
When he arrived at Cyme, and understood that all along the coast there were many laid wait for him, and particularly Ergoteles and Pythodorus (for the game was worth the hunting for such as were thankful to make money by any means, the king of Persia having offered by public proclamation two hundred talents to him that should take him), he fled to Aegae, a small city of the Aeolians, where no one knew him but only his host Nicogenes, who was the richest man in Aeolia, and well known to the great men of Inner Asia. While Themistocles lay hid for some days in his house, one night, after a sacrifice and supper ensuing, Olbius, the attendant upon Nicogenes’s children, fell into a sort of frenzy and fit of inspiration, and cried out in verse,—
When he got to Cyme and realized that people were waiting for him all along the coast, especially Ergoteles and Pythodorus (since the prize was worth chasing for those eager to make money by any means, with the king of Persia having publicly offered two hundred talents to whoever captured him), he escaped to Aegae, a small city of the Aeolians, where only his host Nicogenes knew him. Nicogenes was the richest man in Aeolia and well-connected with the prominent figures of Inner Asia. While Themistocles was hiding at his house for a few days, one night, after a sacrifice and subsequent dinner, Olbius, the attendant of Nicogenes's children, went into a frenzy and fit of inspiration and shouted out in verse,—
Night shall speak, and night instruct thee,
By the voice of night conduct thee.
Night will speak, and night will teach you,
By the voice of night guide you.
After this, Themistocles, going to bed, dreamed that he saw a snake coil itself up upon his belly, and so creep to his neck; then, as soon as it touched his face, it turned into an eagle, which spread its wings over him, and took him up and flew away with him a great distance; then there appeared a herald’s golden wand, and upon this at last it set him down securely, after infinite terror and disturbance.
After this, Themistocles went to bed and dreamed that he saw a snake curl up on his stomach and slither up to his neck. Then, as soon as it touched his face, it transformed into an eagle, which spread its wings over him and carried him away for a long distance. Eventually, a golden herald's staff appeared, and the eagle finally set him down safely after a great deal of fear and chaos.
His departure was effected by Nicogenes by the following artifice; the barbarous nations, and amongst them the Persians especially, are extremely jealous, severe, and suspicious about their women, not only their wives, but also their bought slaves and concubines, whom they keep so strictly that no one ever sees them abroad; they spend their lives shut up within doors, and, when they take a journey, are carried in close tents, curtained in on all sides, and set upon a wagon. Such a traveling carriage being prepared for Themistocles, they hid him in it, and carried him on his journeys and told those whom they met or spoke with upon the road that they were conveying a young Greek woman out of Ionia to a nobleman at court.
His departure was arranged by Nicogenes using the following trick: barbaric nations, especially the Persians, are very protective, strict, and suspicious when it comes to their women, not only their wives but also their bought slaves and concubines, whom they keep so secluded that no one ever sees them in public. They live their lives indoors, and when they travel, they are carried in closed tents, completely curtained off, and loaded onto a wagon. A similar traveling setup was made for Themistocles; they hid him inside it and transported him on his journeys, telling anyone they encountered on the road that they were taking a young Greek woman from Ionia to a nobleman at court.
Thucydides and Charon of Lampsacus say that Xerxes was dead, and that Themistocles had an interview with his son; but Ephorus, Dinon, Clitarchus, Heraclides, and many others, write that he came to Xerxes. The chronological tables better agree with the account of Thucydides, and yet neither can their statements be said to be quite set at rest.
Thucydides and Charon of Lampsacus claim that Xerxes was dead and that Themistocles met with his son; however, Ephorus, Dinon, Clitarchus, Heraclides, and many others state that he went to Xerxes. The chronological tables align more closely with Thucydides' account, yet neither of their claims can be considered definitively settled.
When Themistocles was come to the critical point, he applied himself first to Artabanus, commander of a thousand men, telling him that he was a Greek, and desired to speak with the king about important affairs concerning which the king was extremely solicitous. Artabanus answered him, “O stranger, the laws of men are different, and one thing is honorable to one man, and to others another; but it is honorable for all to honor and observe their own laws. It is the habit of the Greeks, we are told, to honor, above all things, liberty and equality; but amongst our many excellent laws, we account this the most excellent, to honor the king, and to worship him, as the image of the great preserver of the universe; if, then, you shall consent to our laws, and fall down before the king and worship him, you may both see him and speak to him; but if your mind be otherwise, you must make use of others to intercede for you, for it is not the national custom here for the king to give audience to anyone that doth not fall down before him.” Themistocles, hearing this, replied, “Artabanus, I that come hither to increase the power and glory of the king, will not only submit myself to his laws, since so it hath pleased the god who exalteth the Persian empire to this greatness, but will also cause many more to be worshippers and adorers of the king. Let not this, therefore, be an impediment why I should not communicate to the king what I have to impart.” Artabanus asking him, “Who must we tell him that you are? for your words signify you to be no ordinary person,” Themistocles answered, “No man, O Artabanus, must be informed of this before the king himself.” Thus Phanias relates; to which Eratosthenes, in his treatise on Riches, adds, that it was by the means of a woman of Eretria, who was kept by Artabanus, that he obtained this audience and interview with him.
When Themistocles reached a critical moment, he first approached Artabanus, the leader of a thousand men. He told him that he was a Greek and wanted to speak with the king about important matters that the king was very concerned about. Artabanus replied, “Stranger, people have different laws, and what one person considers honorable may not be the same for another. However, everyone should respect and follow their own laws. We are told that the Greeks highly value liberty and equality above all else, but among our many fine laws, we consider it the greatest to honor the king and worship him as the representation of the great protector of the universe. If you agree to our laws and bow down before the king to worship him, you can both see and speak with him; but if you do not wish to do this, you will need to get someone else to intercede for you, as it is not our custom for the king to meet anyone who does not bow before him.” Hearing this, Themistocles responded, “Artabanus, I have come here to increase the power and glory of the king. I will not only submit to his laws, as it pleases the god who has elevated the Persian Empire to this greatness, but I will also inspire many others to worship and honor the king. Therefore, do not let this be a reason for me not to share what I have to tell the king.” When Artabanus asked, “Who should we say you are? Your words suggest you are not an ordinary person,” Themistocles replied, “No one, Artabanus, should know this before the king himself.” Thus, Phanias reports; and Eratosthenes, in his work on Riches, adds that it was through a woman from Eretria, who was involved with Artabanus, that he was granted this audience and meeting with the king.
When he was introduced to the king, and had paid his reverence to him, he stood silent, till the king commanding the interpreter to ask him who he was, he replied, “O king, I am Themistocles the Athenian, driven into banishment by the Greeks. The evils that I have done to the Persians are numerous; but my benefits to them yet greater, in withholding the Greeks from pursuit, so soon as the deliverance of my own country allowed me to show kindness also to you. I come with a mind suited to my present calamities; prepared alike for favors and for anger; to welcome your gracious reconciliation, and to deprecate your wrath. Take my own countrymen for witnesses of the services I have done for Persia, and make use of this occasion to show the world your virtue, rather than to satisfy your indignation. If you save me, you will save your suppliant; if otherwise, will destroy an enemy of the Greeks.” He talked also of divine admonitions, such as the vision which he saw at Nicogenes’s house, and the direction given him by the oracle of Dodona, where Jupiter commanded him to go to him that had a name like his, by which he understood that he was sent from Jupiter to him, seeing that they both were great, and had the name of kings.
When he was introduced to the king and had shown his respect, he remained silent until the king instructed the interpreter to ask who he was. He replied, “O king, I am Themistocles the Athenian, exiled by the Greeks. I have done many wrongs to the Persians, but my good deeds toward them are even greater, as I held back the Greeks from pursuing you as soon as I was able to help my own country. I come ready for whatever fate may bring; I'm prepared for both kindness and anger, eager to embrace your gracious offer and to appeal to your mercy. Let my countrymen testify to the services I've rendered to Persia, and use this moment to demonstrate your greatness rather than to satisfy your anger. If you save me, you will protect your supplicant; if not, you will destroy an enemy of the Greeks.” He also spoke of divine signs, such as the vision he had at Nicogenes's house and the instruction he received from the oracle of Dodona, where Jupiter directed him to go to someone with a name like his, making him believe he was sent there by Jupiter since both were powerful and bore the title of king.
The king heard him attentively, and, though he admired his temper and courage, gave him no answer at that time; but, when he was with his intimate friends, rejoiced in his great good fortune, and esteemed himself very happy in this, and prayed to his god Arimanius, that all his enemies might be ever of the same mind with the Greeks, to abuse and expel the bravest men amongst them. Then he sacrificed to the gods, and presently fell to drinking, and was so well pleased, that in the night, in the middle of his sleep, he cried out for joy three times, “I have Themistocles the Athenian.”
The king listened closely to him, and although he admired his temperament and bravery, he didn’t respond at that moment. Later, when he was with his close friends, he celebrated his great luck and felt very happy about it. He prayed to his god Arimanius, asking that all his enemies would always think like the Greeks, so they could mistreat and drive out the bravest among them. Then he made sacrifices to the gods, and soon started drinking. He was so pleased that in the middle of the night, while he was sleeping, he joyfully shouted out three times, “I have Themistocles the Athenian.”
In the morning, calling together the chief of his court, he had Themistocles brought before him, who expected no good of it, when he saw, for example, the guards fiercely set against him as soon as they learnt his name, and giving him ill language. As he came forward towards the king, who was seated, the rest keeping silence, passing by Roxanes, a commander of a thousand men, he heard him, with a slight groan, say, without stirring out of his place, “You subtle Greek serpent, the king’s good genius hath brought thee hither.” Yet, when he came into the presence, and again fell down, the king saluted him, and spoke to him kindly, telling him he was now indebted to him two hundred talents; for it was just and reasonable that he should receive the reward which was proposed to whosoever should bring Themistocles; and promising much more, and encouraging him, he commanded him to speak freely what he would concerning the affairs of Greece. Themistocles replied, that a man’s discourse was like to a rich Persian carpet, the beautiful figures and patterns of which can only be shown by spreading and extending it out; when it is contracted and folded up, they are obscured and lost; and, therefore, he desired time. The king being pleased with the comparison, and bidding him take what time he would, he desired a year; in which time, having, learnt the Persian language sufficiently, he spoke with the king by himself without the help of an interpreter, it being supposed that he discoursed only about the affairs of Greece; but there happening, at the same time, great alterations at court, and removals of the king’s favorites, he drew upon himself the envy of the great people, who imagined that he had taken the boldness to speak concerning them. For the favors shown to other strangers were nothing in comparison with the honors conferred on him; the king invited him to partake of his own pastimes and recreations both at home and abroad, carrying him with him a-hunting, and made him his intimate so far that he permitted him to see the queen-mother, and converse frequently with her. By the king’s command, he also was made acquainted with the Magian learning.
In the morning, gathering the leaders of his court, he had Themistocles brought in, who had no good expectations as he saw the guards immediately turning against him when they found out who he was, hurling insults his way. As he approached the seated king, the rest remained silent; while passing by Roxanes, a commander of a thousand men, he heard him groan slightly and say, without moving from his spot, “You clever Greek serpent, the king's good fortune has brought you here.” However, when he finally stood before the king and bowed down again, the king greeted him kindly and said he owed him two hundred talents; it was only fair that he should receive the reward promised to anyone who brought Themistocles in. The king promised much more and encouraged him to speak openly about the matters concerning Greece. Themistocles responded that a person's speech was like an intricate Persian carpet, where the beautiful designs can only be seen when it is fully spread out; when it’s folded up, they become hidden. Therefore, he requested time. The king, pleased with the analogy, told him to take as long as he needed, and he asked for a year. During that year, having learned enough Persian to communicate directly with the king without a translator, it was assumed he was only discussing Greek affairs; meanwhile, significant changes and the removal of the king's favorites were happening at court, which drew the ire of the powerful, who thought he had the audacity to speak about them. The attention he received was far greater than what was offered to other foreigners; the king invited him to join in his leisure activities both at court and outside, taking him hunting and even allowing him to see the queen mother and talk with her frequently. By the king's order, he was also introduced to the teachings of the Magi.
When Demaratus the Lacedaemonian, being ordered by the king to ask whatsoever he pleased, and it should immediately be granted him, desired that he might make his public entrance, and be carried in state through the city of Sardis, with the tiara set in the royal manner upon his head, Mithropaustes, cousin to the king, touched him on the head, and told him that he had no brains for the royal tiara to cover, and if Jupiter should give him his lightning and thunder, he would not any the more be Jupiter for that; the king also repulsed him with anger resolving never to be reconciled to him, but to be inexorable to all supplications on his behalf. Yet Themistocles pacified him, and prevailed with him to forgive him. And it is reported, that the succeeding kings, in whose reigns there was a greater communication between the Greeks and Persians, when they invited any considerable Greek into their service, to encourage him, would write, and promise him that he should be as great with them as Themistocles had been. They relate, also, how Themistocles, when he was in great prosperity, and courted by many, seeing himself splendidly served at his table turned to his children and said, “Children, we had been undone if we had not been undone.” Most writers say that he had three cities given him, Magnesia, Myus, and Lampsacus, to maintain him in bread, meat, and wine. Neanthes of Cyzicus, and Phanias, add two more, the city of Palaescepsis, to provide him with clothes, and Percote, with bedding and furniture for his house.
When Demaratus from Sparta was ordered by the king to ask for anything he wanted, which would be granted to him right away, he requested to make a grand entrance and be carried through the city of Sardis with the royal tiara on his head. Mithropaustes, the king's cousin, touched his head and told him he had no brains worthy of the royal tiara, and even if Jupiter were to give him his lightning and thunder, he wouldn’t become Jupiter because of that. The king responded with anger, deciding never to reconcile with him and to be ruthless against any pleas on his behalf. However, Themistocles managed to calm the king down and convinced him to forgive Demaratus. It is said that later kings, during periods of more interaction between the Greeks and Persians, would invite prominent Greeks into their service and assure them that they would be treated as well as Themistocles had been. There's also an account of Themistocles, at the height of his success and with many seeking his favor, looking at his magnificent dining setup and saying to his children, “Kids, we would have been ruined if we hadn’t been ruined.” Most sources state that he was given three cities—Magnesia, Myus, and Lampsacus—to provide for his food, drink, and living expenses. Neanthes of Cyzicus and Phanias add two more cities, Palaescepsis for clothing and Percote for bedding and household furniture.
As he was going down towards the sea-coast to take measures against Greece, a Persian whose name was Epixyes, governor of the upper Phrygia, laid wait to kill him, having for that purpose provided a long time before a number of Pisidians, who were to set upon him when he should stop to rest at a city that is called Lion’s-head. But Themistocles, sleeping in the middle of the day, saw the Mother of the gods appear to him in a dream and say unto him, “Themistocles, keep back from the Lion’s-head, for fear you fall into the lion’s jaws; for this advice I expect that your daughter Mnesiptolema should be my servant.” Themistocles was much astonished, and, when he had made his vows to the goddess, left the broad road, and, making a circuit, went another way, changing his intended station to avoid that place, and at night took up his rest in the fields. But one of the sumpter-horses, which carried the furniture for his tent, having fallen that day into the river, his servants spread out the tapestry, which was wet, and hung it up to dry; in the mean time the Pisidians made towards them with their swords drawn, and, not discerning exactly by the moon what it was that was stretched out thought it to be the tent of Themistocles, and that they should find him resting himself within it; but when they came near, and lifted up the hangings, those who watched there fell upon them and took them. Themistocles, having escaped this great danger, in admiration of the goodness of the goddess that appeared to him, built, in memory of it, a temple in the city of Magnesia, which he dedicated to Dindymene, Mother of the gods, in which he consecrated and devoted his daughter Mnesiptolema to her service.
As he was heading down to the coast to make plans against Greece, a Persian named Epixyes, the governor of upper Phrygia, set a trap to kill him. He had prepared a group of Pisidians to ambush Themistocles when he stopped to rest at a place called Lion’s-head. However, while Themistocles was taking a midday nap, he dreamt of the Mother of the Gods appearing to him and saying, "Themistocles, stay away from Lion’s-head, or you might fall into the lion’s jaws; I expect your daughter Mnesiptolema to be my servant." Themistocles was shocked, and after making vows to the goddess, he took a different route to avoid that place and decided to camp in the fields at night. One of the pack horses that carried the supplies for his tent fell into the river that day, so his servants laid out the wet tapestry to dry. Meanwhile, the Pisidians approached with drawn swords and, not clearly seeing what was spread out in the moonlight, mistook it for Themistocles's tent, believing he would be resting inside. When they got closer and lifted the hangings, the guards there attacked and captured them. Having escaped this grave danger, and feeling grateful for the goddess's help, Themistocles built a temple in the city of Magnesia in her honor. He dedicated it to Dindymene, Mother of the Gods, and consecrated his daughter Mnesiptolema to her service.
When he came to Sardis, he visited the temples of the gods, and observing, at his leisure, their buildings, ornaments, and the number of their offerings, he saw in the temple of the Mother of the gods, the statue of a virgin in brass, two cubits high, called the water-bringer. Themistocles had caused this to be made and set up when he was surveyor of waters at Athens, out of the fines of those whom he detected in drawing off and diverting the public water by pipes for their private use; and whether he had some regret to see this image in captivity, or was desirous to let the Athenians see in what great credit and authority he was with the king, he entered into a treaty with the governor of Lydia to persuade him to send this statue back to Athens, which so enraged the Persian officer, that he told him he would write the king word of it. Themistocles, being affrighted hereat, got access to his wives and concubines, by presents of money to whom, he appeased the fury of the governor; and afterwards behaved with more reserve and circumspection, fearing the envy of the Persians, and did not, as Theopompus writes, continue to travel about Asia, but lived quietly in his own house in Magnesia, where for a long time he passed his days in great security, being courted by all, and enjoying rich presents, and honored equally with the greatest persons in the Persian empire; the king, at that time, not minding his concerns with Greece, being taken up with the affairs of Inner Asia.
When he arrived in Sardis, he visited the temples of the gods and took his time to look at their buildings, decorations, and the number of offerings. In the temple of the Mother of the gods, he saw a brass statue of a virgin, two cubits high, known as the water-bringer. Themistocles had commissioned this statue when he was the water surveyor in Athens, funded by the fines collected from those he caught illegally diverting public water for their personal use. It’s unclear whether he felt regret seeing this statue taken or wanted to show the Athenians how respected he was with the king, but he made an agreement with the governor of Lydia to persuade him to send the statue back to Athens. This infuriated the Persian officer, who threatened to inform the king. Alarmed by this, Themistocles managed to gain access to his wives and concubines, and by gifting them money, he calmed the anger of the governor. Afterward, he acted more cautiously and discreetly, wary of the Persians' jealousy, and did not continue to travel around Asia, as Theopompus notes. Instead, he lived quietly in his home in Magnesia, where he enjoyed a long period of safety, was sought after by many, received generous gifts, and was honored like the highest officials in the Persian empire, while the king was preoccupied with matters in Inner Asia rather than focusing on Greece.
But when Egypt revolted, being assisted by the Athenians, and the Greek galleys roved about as far as Cyprus and Cilicia, and Cimon had made himself master of the seas, the king turned his thoughts thither, and, bending his mind chiefly to resist the Greeks, and to check the growth of their power against him, began to raise forces, and send out commanders, and to dispatch messengers to Themistocles at Magnesia, to put him in mind of his promise, and to summon him to act against the Greeks. Yet this did not increase his hatred nor exasperate him against the Athenians, neither was he any way elevated with the thoughts of the honor and powerful command he was to have in this war; but judging, perhaps, that the object would not be attained, the Greeks having at that time, beside other great commanders, Cimon, in particular, who was gaining wonderful military successes; but chiefly, being ashamed to sully the glory of his former great actions, and of his many victories and trophies, he determined to put a conclusion to his life, agreeable to its previous course. He sacrificed to the gods, and invited his friends; and, having entertained them and shaken hands with them, drank bull’s blood, as is the usual story; as others state, a poison producing instant death; and ended his days in the city of Magnesia, having lived sixty-five years, most of which he had spent in politics and in the wars, in government and command. The king, being informed of the cause and manner of his death, admired him more than ever, and continued to show kindness to his friends and relations.
But when Egypt revolted, with help from the Athenians, and the Greek ships sailed as far as Cyprus and Cilicia, and Cimon had taken control of the seas, the king focused on this situation and primarily aimed to resist the Greeks and curb their growing power against him. He began to gather forces, send out commanders, and dispatch messengers to Themistocles in Magnesia, reminding him of his promise and urging him to act against the Greeks. Yet this didn't increase his hatred or anger towards the Athenians, nor was he elevated by thoughts of the honor and powerful command he would have in this war. He likely believed that his goals wouldn't be met, especially since the Greeks, alongside other great commanders, had Cimon, who was achieving remarkable military successes. But mainly, feeling ashamed to tarnish the glory of his past great actions and his many victories and trophies, he decided to end his life in line with the way he had lived. He made sacrifices to the gods and invited his friends; after hosting them and shaking hands, he drank bull’s blood, as the usual story goes; others say it was a poison that caused instant death. He ended his days in the city of Magnesia, having lived sixty-five years, most of which he spent in politics, wars, governance, and command. The king, upon learning of the cause and manner of his death, admired him more than ever and continued to show kindness to his friends and family.
Themistocles left three sons by Archippe, daughter to Lysander of Alopece, — Archeptolis, Polyeuctus, and Cleophantus. Plato the philosopher mentions the last as a most excellent horseman, but otherwise insignificant person; of two sons yet older than these, Neocles and Diocles, Neocles died when he was young by the bite of a horse, and Diocles was adopted by his grandfather, Lysander. He had many daughters, of whom Mnesiptolema, whom he had by a second marriage, was wife to Archeptolis, her brother by another mother; Italia was married to Panthoides, of the island of Chios; Sybaris to Nicomedes the Athenian. After the death of Themistocles, his nephew, Phrasicles, went to Magnesia, and married, with her brothers’ consent, another daughter, Nicomache, and took charge of her sister Asia, the youngest of all the children.
Themistocles had three sons with Archippe, the daughter of Lysander from Alopece—Archeptolis, Polyeuctus, and Cleophantus. Plato the philosopher describes Cleophantus as a skilled horseman, but otherwise not very notable. Of two older sons, Neocles and Diocles, Neocles died young from a horse bite, and Diocles was adopted by his grandfather, Lysander. He had several daughters; Mnesiptolema, whom he had with a second wife, married her brother Archeptolis, who had a different mother; Italia married Panthoides from the island of Chios; and Sybaris married Nicomedes the Athenian. After Themistocles passed away, his nephew Phrasicles went to Magnesia, where he married another daughter, Nicomache, with her brothers' permission, and took care of her younger sister Asia, the youngest of all the children.
The Magnesians possess a splendid sepulchre of Themistocles, placed in the middle of their market-place. It is not worthwhile taking notice of what Andocides states in his Address to his Friends concerning his remains, how the Athenians robbed his tomb, and threw his ashes into the air; for he feigns this, to exasperate the oligarchical faction against the people; and there is no man living but knows that Phylarchus simply invents in his history, where he all but uses an actual stage machine, and brings in Neocles and Demopolis as the sons of Themistocles, to incite or move compassion, as if he were writing a tragedy. Diodorus the cosmographer says, in his work on Tombs, but by conjecture rather than of certain knowledge, that near to the haven of Piraeus, where the land runs out like an elbow from the promontory of Alcimus, when you have doubled the cape and passed inward where the sea is always calm, there is a large piece of masonry, and upon this the tomb of Themistocles, in the shape of an altar; and Plato the comedian confirms this, he believes, in these verses,—
The people of Magnesia have a grand tomb for Themistocles, located right in the center of their market. It’s not worth mentioning what Andocides says in his Address to his Friends about his remains—how the Athenians looted his grave and scattered his ashes—and that's because he made it up to stir up the oligarchs against the common people. Everyone knows that Phylarchus just fabricates stories in his history; he practically employs theatrical devices to dramatize it, claiming Neocles and Demopolis are Themistocles’s sons to evoke sympathy, as if he were writing a play. Diodorus the geographer notes in his work on tombs, although more by guess than by fact, that near the harbor of Piraeus, where the land juts out like a bend from Alcimus's promontory, there’s a substantial structure once you round the cape and move into the sheltered waters. On this stands the tomb of Themistocles, designed like an altar; and Plato the comedian supports this idea in his verses,—
Thy tomb is fairly placed upon the strand,
Where merchants still shall greet it with the land;
Still in and out ’twill see them come and go,
And watch the galleys as they race below.
Your tomb is nicely located on the shore,
Where merchants will still greet it with the land;
It will keep seeing them come and go,
And watch the ships as they race below.
Various honors also and privileges were granted to the kindred of Themistocles at Magnesia, which were observed down to our times, and were enjoyed by another Themistocles of Athens, with whom I had an intimate acquaintance and friendship in the house of Ammonius the philosopher.
Various honors and privileges were also granted to the family of Themistocles in Magnesia, which continued to be recognized into our time, and were enjoyed by another Themistocles from Athens, with whom I had a close friendship in the home of Ammonius the philosopher.
CAMILLUS
Among the many remarkable things that are related of Furius Camillus, it seems singular and strange above all, that he, who continually was in the highest commands, and obtained the greatest successes, was five times chosen dictator, triumphed four times, and was styled a second founder of Rome, yet never was so much as once consul. The reason of which was the state and temper of the commonwealth at that time; for the people, being at dissension with the senate, refused to return consuls, but in their stead elected other magistrates, called military tribunes, who acted, indeed, with full consular power, but were thought to exercise a less obnoxious amount of authority, because it was divided among a larger number; for to have the management of affairs entrusted in the hands of six persons rather than two was some satisfaction to the opponents of oligarchy. This was the condition of the times when Camillus was in the height of his actions and glory, and, although the government in the meantime had often proceeded to consular elections, yet he could never persuade himself to be consul against the inclination of the people. In all his other administrations, which were many and various, he so behaved himself, that, when alone in authority, he exercised his power as in common, but the honor of all actions redounded entirely to himself, even when in joint commission with others; the reason of the former was his moderation in command; of the latter, his great judgment and wisdom, which gave him without controversy the first place.
Among the many incredible stories about Furius Camillus, it’s especially notable that he, who consistently held top commands and achieved significant victories, was chosen dictator five times, celebrated with triumphs four times, and called a second founder of Rome, never served as consul even once. The reason for this was the state of the republic at that time; the people were in conflict with the senate and refused to elect consuls, instead choosing other officials known as military tribunes, who held full consular power but were seen as having less authority because that power was shared among more people. For the opponents of oligarchy, having six people manage affairs instead of two was somewhat reassuring. This was the situation during Camillus’s most notable achievements and glory, and although the government had frequently held consular elections, he could never bring himself to accept the consulship against the will of the people. In all his other many and varied roles, he conducted himself in a way that, when in sole authority, he exercised his power collectively, yet the credit for all his actions went entirely to him, even when working alongside others; the reason for this was his moderate leadership style, while his exceptional judgment and wisdom undeniably secured him the top position.
The house of the Furii was not, at that time of any considerable distinction; he, by his own acts, first raised himself to honor, serving under Postumius Tubertus, dictator, in the great battle against the Aequians and Volscians. For riding out from the rest of the army, and in the charge receiving a wound in his thigh, he for all that did not quit the fight, but, letting the dart drag in the wound, and engaging with the bravest of the enemy, put them to flight; for which action, among other rewards bestowed on him, he was created censor, an office in those days of great repute and authority. During his censorship one very good act of his is recorded, that, whereas the wars had made many widows, he obliged such as had no wives, some by fair persuasion, others by threatening to set fines on their heads, to take them in marriage; another necessary one, in causing orphans to be rated, who before were exempted from taxes, the frequent wars requiring more than ordinary expenses to maintain them. What, however, pressed them most was the siege of Veii. Some call this people Veientani. This was the head city of Tuscany, not inferior to Rome, either in number of arms or multitude of soldiers, insomuch that, presuming on her wealth and luxury, and priding herself upon her refinement and sumptuousness, she engaged in many honorable contests with the Romans for glory and empire. But now they had abandoned their former ambitious hopes, having been weakened by great defeats, so that, having fortified themselves with high and strong walls, and furnished the city with all sorts of weapons offensive and defensive, as likewise with corn and all manner of provisions, they cheerfully endured a siege, which, though tedious to them, was no less troublesome and distressing to the besiegers. For the Romans, having never been accustomed to stay away from home, except in summer, and for no great length of time, and constantly to winter at home, were then first compelled by the tribunes to build forts in the enemy’s country, and, raising strong works about their camp, to join winter and summer together. And now, the seventh year of the war drawing to an end, the commanders began to be suspected as too slow and remiss in driving on the siege, insomuch that they were discharged and others chosen for the war, among whom was Camillus, then second time tribune. But at present he had no hand in the siege, the duties that fell by lot to him being to make war upon the Faliscans and Capenates, who, taking advantage of the Romans being occupied on all hands, had carried ravages into their country, and, through all the Tuscan war, given them much annoyance, but were now reduced by Camillus, and with great loss shut up within their walls.
The Furii family wasn't very distinguished at the time; he earned his honor through his own actions, serving under the dictator Postumius Tubertus in the major battle against the Aequians and Volscians. During the battle, he rode out from the rest of the army and got a wound in his thigh but didn't leave the fight. He let the spear remain in his wound while he engaged with the bravest of the enemy, forcing them to retreat. For this act, among other rewards he received, he was appointed censor, an office that held great prestige and power at that time. During his term as censor, he is noted for one significant act: since the wars had left many widows, he compelled men without wives to marry, using persuasion with some and threatening fines with others. He also made orphans start paying taxes, who had previously been exempt, due to the wars resulting in exceptional expense to support them. However, what weighed most heavily on them was the siege of Veii, also known as the Veientani, which was the main city of Tuscany and was comparable to Rome in terms of military strength and number of soldiers. Confident in their wealth and luxury, and proud of their sophistication, they engaged in many honorable competitions for glory and dominance against the Romans. But now, they had given up their previous ambitious plans due to significant defeats, and having fortified their city with tall, strong walls and stocked it with all kinds of offensive and defensive weapons, as well as food and supplies, they were enduring the siege, which, although long and tedious for them, was also quite troublesome for the besiegers. The Romans, not used to staying away from home except in the summer for a short period, were forced by the tribunes to build forts in enemy territory, creating fortified structures around their camp, trying to combine winter and summer campaigns. As the seventh year of the war was coming to an end, the commanders started to be seen as too slow and careless in progressing the siege, so they were dismissed and replaced with others, including Camillus, who was serving as tribune for the second time. But at that moment, he wasn’t involved in the siege because his assigned duties were to fight against the Faliscans and Capenates, who, taking advantage of the Romans being preoccupied, had invaded their land and caused them much trouble during the Tuscan war. However, they were now defeated by Camillus and confined within their own walls with great losses.
And now, in the very heat of the war, a strange phenomenon in the Alban lake, which, in the absence of any known cause and explanation by natural reasons, seemed as great a prodigy as the most incredible that are reported, occasioned great alarm. It was the beginning of autumn, and the summer now ending had, to all observation, been neither rainy nor much troubled with southern winds; and of the many lakes, brooks, and springs of all sorts with which Italy abounds, some were wholly dried up, others drew very little water with them; all the rivers, as is usual in summer, ran in a very low and hollow channel. But the Alban lake, that is fed by no other waters but its own, and is on all sides encircled with fruitful mountains, without any cause, unless it were divine, began visibly to rise and swell, increasing to the feet of the mountains, and by degrees reaching the level of the very tops of them, and all this without any waves or agitation. At first it was the wonder of shepherds and herdsmen; but when the earth, which, like a great dam, held up the lake from falling into the lower grounds, through the quantity and weight of water was broken down, and in a violent stream it ran through the plowed fields and plantations to discharge itself in the sea, it not only struck terror into the Romans, but was thought by all the inhabitants of Italy to portend some extraordinary event. But the greatest talk of it was in the camp that besieged Veii, so that in the town itself, also, the occurrence became known.
And now, in the height of the war, a strange event in Lake Alban, which had no known cause or natural explanation, sparked great fear. It was the beginning of autumn, and the summer that was ending had been, by all accounts, neither rainy nor significantly affected by southern winds. Among the many lakes, streams, and springs that Italy is rich with, some had completely dried up, while others barely had any water; all the rivers, as usual in summer, flowed in very low and shallow channels. However, Lake Alban, which is nourished only by its own waters and surrounded by fertile mountains, began to visibly rise and swell for no apparent reason, unless it was divine intervention. It increased up to the feet of the mountains, gradually reaching the very tops, all without any waves or disturbance. Initially, it was a wonder to shepherds and herdsmen; but when the earth, which acted like a huge dam holding the lake back from spilling into the lower grounds, broke down under the sheer weight of the water, a violent stream surged through the plowed fields and gardens into the sea. This not only terrified the Romans but was seen by all the people of Italy as a sign of something extraordinary to come. The biggest discussions about it took place in the camp besieging Veii, and word of the event spread to the town itself.
As in long sieges it commonly happens that parties on both sides meet often and converse with one another, so it chanced that a Roman had gained much confidence and familiarity with one of the besieged, a man versed in ancient prophecies, and of repute for more than ordinary skill in divination. The Roman, observing him to be overjoyed at the story of the lake, and to mock at the siege, told him that this was not the only prodigy that of late had happened to the Romans; others more wonderful yet than this had befallen them, which he was willing to communicate to him, that he might the better provide for his private interests in these public distempers. The man greedily embraced the proposal, expecting to hear some wonderful secrets; but when, by little and little, he had led him on in conversation, and insensibly drawn him a good way from the gates of the city, he snatched him up by the middle, being stronger than he, and, by the assistance of others that came running from the camp, seized and delivered him to the commanders. The man, reduced to this necessity, and sensible now that destiny was not to be avoided, discovered to them the secret oracles of Veii; that it was not possible the city should be taken, until the Alban lake, which now broke forth and had found out new passages, was drawn back from that course, and so diverted that it could not mingle with the sea. The senate, having heard and satisfied themselves about the matter, decreed to send to Delphi, to ask counsel of the god. The messengers were persons of the highest repute, Licinius Cossus, Valerius Potitus, and Fabius Ambustus; who, having made their voyage by sea and consulted the god, returned with other answers, particularly that there had been a neglect of some of their national rites relating to the Latin feasts; but the Alban water the oracle commanded, if it were possible, they should keep from the sea, and shut it up in its ancient bounds; but if that was not to be done, then they should carry it off by ditches and trenches into the lower grounds, and so dry it up; which message being delivered, the priests performed what related to the sacrifices, and the people went to work and turned the water.
Just like in long sieges, where both sides often meet and talk to each other, a Roman soldier formed a strong bond with one of the besieged. This man was knowledgeable about ancient prophecies and was known for being skilled in divination. The Roman noticed that the man was very happy about the news of the lake and mocked the siege. He informed him that there were other amazing wonders that had recently occurred for the Romans, which he wanted to share, hoping it would help the man with his personal interests amid the chaos. The man eagerly accepted the offer, expecting to hear some incredible secrets. However, as their conversation progressed and he was subtly led away from the city gates, the Roman, being stronger, grabbed him and, with the help of others who rushed over from the camp, captured him and handed him over to the commanders. Realizing he had no choice and that fate was unavoidable, the man revealed the hidden oracles of Veii, stating that the city couldn't be taken until the Alban lake, which had recently overflowed and found new paths, was redirected so it wouldn’t flow into the sea. After hearing and confirming this information, the senate decided to send a delegation to Delphi to seek guidance from the god. The messengers, who were highly respected, included Licinius Cossus, Valerius Potitus, and Fabius Ambustus. After traveling by sea and consulting the god, they returned with various messages, especially noting that they had neglected some national rituals for the Latin festivals. The oracle advised them to keep the Alban water from the sea and confine it to its original limits. If that wasn’t possible, they should channel it into lower areas through ditches and trenches to drain it. After delivering this message, the priests conducted the necessary sacrifices, and the people worked on redirecting the water.
And now the senate, in the tenth year of the war, taking away all other commands, created Camillus dictator, who chose Cornelius Scipio for his general of horse. And in the first place he made vows unto the gods, that, if they would grant a happy conclusion of the war, he would celebrate to their honor the great games, and dedicate a temple to the goddess whom the Romans call Matuta the Mother, though, from the ceremonies which are used, one would think she was Leucothea. For they take a servant-maid into the secret part of the temple, and there cuff her, and drive her out again, and they embrace their brothers’ children in place of their own; and, in general, the ceremonies of the sacrifice remind one of the nursing of Bacchus by Ino, and the calamities occasioned by her husband’s concubine. Camillus, having made these vows, marched into the country of the Faliscans, and in a great battle overthrew them and the Capenates, their confederates; afterwards he turned to the siege of Veii, and, finding that to take it by assault would prove a difficult and hazardous attempt, proceeded to cut mines under ground, the earth about the city being easy to break up, and allowing such depth for the works as would prevent their being discovered by the enemy. This design going on in a hopeful way, he openly gave assaults to the enemy, to keep them to the walls, whilst they that worked underground in the mines were, without being perceived, arrived within the citadel, close to the temple of Juno, which was the greatest and most honored in all the city. It is said that the prince of the Tuscans was at that very time at sacrifice, and that the priest, after he had looked into the entrails of the beast, cried out with a loud voice that the gods would give the victory to those that should complete those offerings; and that the Romans who were in the mines, hearing the words, immediately pulled down the floor, and, ascending with noise and clashing of weapons, frightened away the enemy, and, snatching up the entrails, carried them to Camillus. But this may look like a fable. The city, however, being taken by storm, and the soldiers busied in pillaging and gathering an infinite quantity of riches and spoil, Camillus, from the high tower, viewing what was done, at first wept for pity; and when they that were by congratulated his good success, he lifted up his hands to heaven, and broke out into this prayer: “O most mighty Jupiter, and ye gods that are judges of good and evil actions, ye know that not without just cause, but constrained by necessity, we have been forced to revenge ourselves on the city of our unrighteous and wicked enemies. But if, in the vicissitude of things, there be any calamity due, to counterbalance this great felicity, I beg that it may be diverted from the city and army of the Romans, and fall, with as little hurt as may be, upon my own head.” Having said these words, and just turning about (as the custom of the Romans is to turn to the right after adoration or prayer), he stumbled and fell, to the astonishment of all that were present. But, recovering himself presently from the fall, he told them that he had received what he had prayed for, a small mischance, in compensation for the greatest good fortune.
And now the Senate, in the tenth year of the war, took away all other commands and appointed Camillus as dictator, who chose Cornelius Scipio as his cavalry general. First, he made vows to the gods that if they granted a successful end to the war, he would celebrate great games in their honor and dedicate a temple to the goddess the Romans call Matuta the Mother, although the rituals suggest she might be Leucothea. They bring a maidservant into the inner part of the temple, where they hit her and then drive her out, embracing their brothers’ children in place of their own. Overall, the sacrificial rituals are reminiscent of Bacchus being nursed by Ino and the troubles caused by her husband’s mistress. After making these vows, Camillus marched into the territory of the Faliscans and defeated them and their allies, the Capenates, in a major battle. Then he turned to the siege of Veii, and realizing that taking it by assault would be tough and risky, he decided to dig tunnels underground, as the soil around the city was easy to break and allowed for good depth to hide their work from the enemy. This plan was progressing well, so he launched direct assaults on the enemy to keep them occupied at the walls while the men working underground reached the citadel, close to the temple of Juno, the most significant and honored in the city. It’s said that at that moment, the prince of the Tuscans was conducting a sacrifice, and after examining the entrails of the beast, the priest shouted loudly that the gods would grant victory to those who completed those offerings. Hearing this, the Romans in the tunnels tore down the floor, bursting in with noise and clashing weapons, frightening the enemy away, and grabbing the entrails to take to Camillus. However, this story may sound like a myth. The city was captured, and as the soldiers plundered and gathered a massive amount of wealth, Camillus, watching from a high tower, initially wept for pity. When those around him congratulated him on his success, he lifted his hands to heaven and prayed: “O most mighty Jupiter, and you gods who judge good and evil actions, you know that not without just cause, but out of necessity, we have been forced to take revenge on the city of our unrighteous and wicked enemies. Yet, if any misfortune is owed to balance this great fortune, I ask that it be averted from the Roman city and army, falling instead, with as little harm as possible, upon my own head.” After saying this, just turning around (as Romans usually do to the right after praying or making offerings), he tripped and fell, surprising everyone present. But recovering quickly from the fall, he told them he received what he had prayed for—a minor misfortune in exchange for immense good fortune.
Having sacked the city, he resolved, according as he had vowed, to carry Juno’s image to Rome; and, the workmen being ready for that purpose, he sacrificed to the goddess, and made his supplications that she would be pleased to accept of their devotion toward her, and graciously vouchsafe to accept of a place among the gods that presided at Rome; and the statue, they say, answered in a low voice that she was ready and willing to go. Livy writes, that, in praying, Camillus touched the goddess, and invited her, and that some of the standers-by cried out that she was willing and would come. They who stand up for the miracle and endeavor to maintain it have one great advocate on their side in the wonderful fortune of the city, which, from a small and contemptible beginning, could never have attained to that greatness and power without many signal manifestations of the divine presence and cooperation. Other wonders of the like nature, drops of sweat seen to stand on statues, groans heard from them, the figures seen to turn round and to close their eyes, are recorded by many ancient historians; and we ourselves could relate divers wonderful things, which we have been told by men of our own time, that are not lightly to be rejected; but to give too easy credit to such things, or wholly to disbelieve them, is equally dangerous, so incapable is human infirmity of keeping any bounds, or exercising command over itself, running off sometimes to superstition and dotage, at other times to the contempt and neglect of all that is supernatural. But moderation is best, and to avoid all extremes.
After capturing the city, he decided, as he had promised, to take Juno’s statue to Rome; and with the workers prepared for that task, he offered sacrifices to the goddess and prayed that she would accept their devotion and graciously agree to take a place among the gods of Rome. They say the statue responded softly that she was ready and willing to go. Livy writes that while praying, Camillus touched the goddess and invited her, and some bystanders shouted that she was willing and would come. Those who support the miracle have a strong ally in the amazing fortune of the city, which, starting from a small and unremarkable beginning, could never have achieved such greatness and power without clear signs of divine presence and assistance. Many ancient historians record other remarkable wonders, like drops of sweat appearing on statues, groans coming from them, and figures turning around and closing their eyes. We could also share various incredible stories told by people from our time that shouldn’t be dismissed lightly; however, being too quick to believe in such things or entirely disbelieving them is equally risky, as human weakness struggles to maintain any limits or control itself, sometimes veering into superstition and foolishness, and at other times disregarding everything supernatural. But moderation is best, and it’s wise to avoid all extremes.
Camillus, however, whether puffed up with the greatness of his achievement in conquering a city that was the rival of Rome, and had held out a ten years’ siege, or exalted with the felicitations of those that were about him, assumed to himself more than became a civil and legal magistrate; among other things, in the pride and haughtiness of his triumph, driving through Rome in a chariot drawn with four white horses, which no general either before or since ever did; for the Romans consider such a mode of conveyance to be sacred, and specially set apart to the king and father of the gods. This alienated the hearts of his fellow-citizens, who were not accustomed to such pomp and display.
Camillus, however, whether inflated by his achievement in conquering a city that rivaled Rome and had withstood a ten-year siege, or uplifted by the praise of those around him, took on more than what suited a civil and legal leader. Among other things, in the pride and arrogance of his victory, he drove through Rome in a chariot drawn by four white horses, something no general had done before or since. The Romans viewed such a mode of transportation as sacred, specifically reserved for the king and father of the gods. This alienated the hearts of his fellow citizens, who were not used to such extravagance and display.
The second pique they had against him was his opposing the law by which the city was to be divided; for the tribunes of the people brought forward a motion that the people and senate should be divided into two parts, one of which should remain at home, the other, as the lot should decide, remove to the new-taken city. By which means they should not only have much more room, but by the advantage of two great and magnificent cities, be better able to maintain their territories and their fortunes in general. The people, therefore, who were numerous and indigent, greedily embraced it, and crowded continually to the forum, with tumultuous demands to have it put to the vote. But the senate and the noblest citizens, judging the proceedings of the tribunes to tend rather to a destruction than a division of Rome, greatly averse to it, went to Camillus for assistance, who, fearing the result if it came to a direct contest, contrived to occupy the people with other business, and so staved it off. He thus became unpopular. But the greatest and most apparent cause of their dislike against him arose from the tenths of the spoil; the multitude having here, if not a just, yet a plausible case against him. For it seems, as he went to the siege of Veii, he had vowed to Apollo that if he took the city he would dedicate to him the tenth of the spoil. The city being taken and sacked, whether he was loath to trouble the soldiers at that time, or that through the multitude of business he had forgotten his vow, he suffered them to enjoy that part of the spoils also. Some time afterwards, when his authority was laid down, he brought the matter before the senate, and the priests, at the same time, reported, out of the sacrifices, that there were intimations of divine anger, requiring propitiations and offerings. The senate decreed the obligation to be in force.
The second issue they had with him was his opposition to the law that would divide the city. The tribunes proposed a plan to split the citizens and the senate into two groups, with one group staying home and the other group, chosen by lot, moving to the newly conquered city. This would not only create more space but also allow them to better defend their territories and overall fortunes with two grand cities. The people, who were numerous and struggling, eagerly supported this plan and constantly gathered at the forum, demanding a vote on it. However, the senate and the wealthiest citizens believed the tribunes' actions would lead to the destruction rather than the division of Rome. Unhappy with this, they sought help from Camillus, who, fearing the outcome of a direct confrontation, found ways to distract the people and postpone the issue. As a result, he became unpopular. But the biggest reason for their dislike of him stemmed from the share of the spoils. The crowd had a compelling argument against him, even if it wasn't entirely fair. It seems that when he was heading to the siege of Veii, he had vowed to Apollo that he would dedicate 10% of the spoils if he took the city. After the city was conquered and plundered, whether he didn’t want to bother the soldiers at that moment or simply forgot his vow due to his many responsibilities, he allowed them to keep that portion of the spoils. Later, after he had stepped down from his position, he brought this issue up in the senate, and the priests reported signs of divine displeasure from the sacrifices, indicating that offerings and propitiations were necessary. The senate decided that the obligation to fulfill his vow still stood.
But seeing it was difficult for every one to produce the very same things they had taken, to be divided anew, they ordained that every one upon oath should bring into the public the tenth part of his gains. This occasioned many annoyances and hardships to the soldiers, who were poor men, and had endured much in the war, and now were forced, out of what they had gained and spent, to bring in so great a proportion. Camillus, being assaulted by their clamor and tumults, for want of a better excuse, betook himself to the poorest of defenses, confessing he had forgotten his vow; they in turn complained that he had vowed the tenth of the enemy’s goods, and now levied it out of the tenths of the citizens. Nevertheless, every one having brought in his due proportion, it was decreed that out of it a bowl of massy gold should be made, and sent to Delphi. And when there was great scarcity of gold in the city, and the magistrates were considering where to get it, the Roman ladies, meeting together and consulting among themselves, out of the golden ornaments they wore contributed as much as went to the making the offering, which in weight came to eight talents of gold. The senate, to give them the honor they had deserved, ordained that funeral orations should be used at the obsequies of women as well as men, it having never before been a custom that any woman after death should receive any public eulogy. Choosing out, therefore, three of the noblest citizens as a deputation, they sent them in a vessel of war, well manned and sumptuously adorned. Storm and calm at sea may both, they say, alike be dangerous; as they at this time experienced, being brought almost to the very brink of destruction, and, beyond all expectation, escaping. For near the isles of Solus the wind slacking, galleys of the Lipareans came upon them, taking them for pirates; and, when they held up their hands as suppliants, forbore indeed from violence, but took their ship in tow, and carried her into the harbor, where they exposed to sale their goods and persons as lawful prize, they being pirates; and scarcely, at last, by the virtue and interest of one man, Timesitheus by name, who was in office as general, and used his utmost persuasion, they were, with much ado, dismissed. He, however, himself sent out some of his own vessels with them, to accompany them in their voyage and assist them at the dedication; for which he received honors at Rome, as he had deserved.
But since it was hard for everyone to bring back the exact same items they had taken, to be redistributed, they decided that everyone, under oath, should contribute a tenth of their earnings to the public. This created many hassles and hardships for the soldiers, who were poor and had already suffered a lot during the war, and now they were required to give such a large portion of what they had earned and spent. Camillus, faced with their loud complaints and unrest, fell back on a weak excuse, admitting he had forgotten his promise; they pointed out that he had vowed a tenth of the enemy's loot, but now was demanding it from the citizens' earnings. Nevertheless, after everyone had contributed their share, it was decided that from this, a large golden bowl should be made and sent to Delphi. When there was a severe shortage of gold in the city, and the officials were trying to figure out how to obtain it, the Roman women got together and decided to contribute their golden jewelry to fund the offering, which amounted to eight talents of gold. To honor them, the senate decreed that funeral orations should be delivered for women as well as men, which had never been a custom before; no woman had received a public eulogy after death. They then selected three of the most respected citizens to act as representatives and sent them on a well-manned and beautifully decorated warship. They learned that both storms and calm seas can be equally treacherous, as they narrowly escaped disaster. Near the islands of Solus, the wind died down, and they were approached by the ships of the Lipareans, who thought they were pirates. When they raised their hands in supplication, the Lipareans refrained from violence but took their ship in tow and brought them into port, where they treated their goods and themselves as spoils of war, claiming they were pirates. Finally, with great difficulty and thanks to the efforts of one man, Timesitheus, who was a general and advocated for them, they were released. He even sent some of his own ships to accompany them on their journey and assist them during the dedication, for which he received honors in Rome, as he deserved.
And now the tribunes of the people again resuming their motion for the division of the city, the war against the Faliscans luckily broke out, giving liberty to the chief citizens to choose what magistrates they pleased, and to appoint Camillus military tribune, with five colleagues; affairs then requiring a commander of authority and reputation, as well as experience. And when the people had ratified the election, he marched with his forces into the territories of the Faliscans, and laid seige to Falerii, a well-fortified city, and plentifully stored with all necessaries of war. And although he perceived it would be no small work to take it, and no little time would be required for it, yet he was willing to exercise the citizens and keep them abroad, that they might have no leisure, idling at home, to follow the tribunes in factions and seditions; a very common remedy, indeed, with the Romans, who thus carried off, like good physicians, the ill humors of their commonwealth. The Falerians, trusting in the strength of their city, which was well fortified on all sides, made so little account of the siege, that all, with the exception of those that guarded the walls, as in times of peace, walked about the streets in their common dress; the boys went to school, and were led by their master to play and exercise about the town walls; for the Falerians, like the Greeks, used to have a single teacher for many pupils, wishing their children to live and be brought up from the beginning in each other’s company.
And now the people's tribunes were pushing again for the division of the city when the war against the Faliscans conveniently broke out, allowing the leading citizens to choose their own magistrates and appoint Camillus as military tribune, along with five colleagues. The situation required a leader with authority, a good reputation, and experience. Once the people approved the election, he marched with his troops into Faliscans' territory and laid siege to Falerii, a well-fortified city stocked with everything needed for war. Although he realized that capturing it would be a significant challenge and would take time, he wanted to keep the citizens engaged and off the streets, so they wouldn’t have the chance to follow the tribunes into factions and unrest. This was a common tactic among the Romans, who, like good doctors, dealt with the ill moods of their state. The Falerians, confident in the strength of their city, which was fortified on all sides, were so dismissive of the siege that, apart from those guarding the walls, everyone went about their daily lives as if it were peacetime. The boys went to school and were taken by their teacher to play and exercise near the city walls; the Falerians, much like the Greeks, preferred having one teacher for many students, wanting their children to grow up together from the start.
This schoolmaster, designing to betray the Falerians by their children, led them out every day under the town wall, at first but a little way, and, when they had exercised, brought them home again. Afterwards by degrees he drew them farther and farther, till by practice he had made them bold and fearless, as if no danger was about them; and at last, having got them all together, he brought them to the outposts of the Romans, and delivered them up, demanding to be led to Camillus. Where being come, and standing in the middle, he said that he was the master and teacher of these children, but, preferring his favor before all other obligations, he was come to deliver up his charge to him, and, in that, the whole city. When Camillus had heard him out, he was astounded at the treachery of the act, and, turning to the standers-by, observed, that “war, indeed, is of necessity attended with much injustice and violence! Certain laws, however, all good men observe even in war itself; nor is victory so great an object as to induce us to incur for its sake obligations for base and impious acts. A great general should rely on his own virtue, and not on other men’s vices.” Which said, he commanded the officers to tear off the man’s clothes, and bind his hands behind him, and give the boys rods and scourges, to punish the traitor and drive him back to the city. By this time the Falerians had discovered the treachery of the schoolmaster, and the city, as was likely, was full of lamentations and cries for their calamity, men and women of worth running in distraction about the walls and gates; when, behold, the boys came whipping their master on, naked and bound, calling Camillus their preserver and god and father. Insomuch that it struck not only into the parents, but the rest of the citizens that saw what was done, such admiration and love of Camillus’s justice, that, immediately meeting in assembly, they sent ambassadors to him, to resign whatever they had to his disposal. Camillus sent them to Rome, where, being brought into the senate, they spoke to this purpose: that the Romans, preferring justice before victory, had taught them rather to embrace submission than liberty; they did not so much confess themselves to be inferior in strength, as they must acknowledge them to be superior in virtue. The senate remitted the whole matter to Camillus, to judge and order as he thought fit; who, taking a sum of money of the Falerians, and, making a peace with the whole nation of the Faliscans, returned home.
This schoolteacher, planning to betray the Falerians through their children, took them out every day under the town wall, at first just a little way, and after they exercised, he brought them back home. Gradually, he led them farther and farther away until they became bold and fearless, as if there was no danger around them. Finally, having gathered them all together, he took them to the Roman outposts and handed them over, asking to be taken to Camillus. Once there, he stood in the middle and announced that he was the master and teacher of these children, but prioritizing his own interests above all other duties, he had come to surrender his charge to Camillus, and with it, the entire city. When Camillus heard him out, he was shocked by the treachery of the act and turned to those standing nearby, saying, "War, indeed, often involves a lot of injustice and violence! However, certain laws should be respected by all good people even in war; victory isn't worth pursuing if it requires us to commit base and wicked acts. A great general should depend on his own virtue, not on the vices of others." With that, he ordered the officers to strip the man of his clothes, tie his hands behind his back, and give the boys rods and whips to punish the traitor and send him back to the city. At that point, the Falerians had discovered the schoolmaster's betrayal, and as could be expected, the city was filled with cries of sorrow and despair, with noble men and women running around in distress at the walls and gates. Then, to the surprise of everyone, the boys came back, whipping their master who was naked and bound, calling Camillus their savior, god, and father. This scene not only struck the parents but also the rest of the citizens witnessing it with admiration and love for Camillus's justice, leading them to gather in assembly and send ambassadors to him, to offer whatever they had for him to decide. Camillus sent them to Rome, where, once in the senate, they stated that the Romans, valuing justice over victory, had taught them to prefer submission to freedom; they didn't simply recognize their weakness in strength, but acknowledged that the Romans were superior in virtue. The senate left the matter to Camillus to judge and arrange as he saw fit. He took a sum of money from the Falerians and made peace with the entire Faliscans, then returned home.
But the soldiers, who had expected to have the pillage of the city, when they came to Rome empty-handed, railed against Camillus among their fellow-citizens, as a hater of the people, and one that grudged all advantage to the poor. Afterwards, when the tribunes of the people again brought their motion for dividing the city to the vote, Camillus appeared openly against it, shrinking from no unpopularity, and inveighing boldly against the promoters of it, and so urging and constraining the multitude, that, contrary to their inclinations, they rejected the proposal; but yet hated Camillus. Insomuch that, though a great misfortune befell him in his family (one of his two sons dying of a disease), commiseration for this could not in the least make them abate of their malice. And, indeed, he took this loss with immoderate sorrow, being a man naturally of a mild and tender disposition, and, when the accusation was preferred against him, kept his house, and mourned amongst the women of his family.
But the soldiers, who had expected to loot the city, arrived in Rome empty-handed and complained about Camillus among their fellow citizens, accusing him of being against the people and denying any benefit to the poor. Later, when the tribunes of the people proposed a vote to divide the city again, Camillus openly opposed it, not shying away from any unpopularity, and boldly speaking out against its supporters. He persuaded and pressured the crowd so much that, against their wishes, they rejected the proposal, yet they still resented Camillus. Even when a significant tragedy struck his family (one of his two sons died from an illness), their spite didn’t lessen at all. In fact, he mourned this loss deeply, being a naturally gentle and sensitive person, and when the accusations against him arose, he stayed home, grieving with the women of his family.
His accuser was Lucius Apuleius; the charge, appropriation of the Tuscan spoils; certain brass gates, part of those spoils, were said to be in his possession. The people were exasperated against him, and it was plain they would take hold of any occasion to condemn him. Gathering, therefore, together his friends and fellow-soldiers, and such as had borne command with him, a considerable number in all, he besought them that they would not suffer him to be unjustly overborne by shameful accusations, and left the mock and scorn of his enemies. His friends, having advised and consulted among themselves, made answer, that, as to the sentence, they did not see how they could help him, but that they would contribute to whatsoever fine should be set upon him. Not able to endure so great an indignity, he resolved in his anger to leave the city and go into exile; and so, having taken leave of his wife and his son, he went silently to the gate of the city, and, there stopping and turning round, stretched out his hands to the Capitol, and prayed to the gods, that if, without any fault of his own, but merely through the malice and violence of the people, he was driven out into banishment, the Romans might quickly repent of it; and that all mankind might witness their need for the assistance, and desire for the return of Camillus.
His accuser was Lucius Apuleius; the accusation was stealing the Tuscan spoils, with certain brass gates, part of those spoils, claimed to be in his possession. The people were furious with him, and it was clear they would seize any chance to condemn him. So, he gathered his friends, fellow soldiers, and those who had commanded alongside him—a significant number in total—and pleaded with them not to let him be wrongfully overwhelmed by disgraceful charges and the mockery of his enemies. His friends, after discussing the situation among themselves, replied that while they couldn't help him with the verdict, they would contribute to any fine imposed on him. Unable to tolerate such a huge insult, he decided in his anger to leave the city and go into exile; so, after saying goodbye to his wife and son, he walked silently to the city gates. There, stopping and turning around, he stretched out his hands to the Capitol and prayed to the gods that if he were cast out into exile without any fault of his own but simply due to the malice and violence of the people, the Romans would soon regret it, and that all people might recognize their need for help and their desire for the return of Camillus.
Thus, like Achilles, having left his imprecations on the citizens, he went into banishment; so that, neither appearing nor making defense, he was condemned in the sum of fifteen thousand asses, which, reduced to silver, makes one thousand five hundred drachmas; for the as was the money of the time, ten of such copper pieces making the denarius, or piece of ten. And there is not a Roman but believes that immediately upon the prayers of Camillus a sudden judgment followed, and that he received a revenge for the injustice done unto him; which though we cannot think was pleasant, but rather grievous and bitter to him, yet was very remarkable, and noised over the whole world; such a punishment visited the city of Rome, an era of such loss and danger and disgrace so quickly succeeded; whether it thus fell out by fortune, or it be the office of some god not to see injured virtue go unavenged.
So, like Achilles, after cursing the citizens, he went into exile; therefore, without showing up or defending himself, he was sentenced to pay fifteen thousand asses, which, when converted to silver, amounts to one thousand five hundred drachmas, since the as was the currency of the time, with ten of these copper coins equaling a denarius, or a ten-piece. And every Roman believes that right after Camillus prayed, a swift judgment followed, and he got revenge for the wrong done to him; although we can’t imagine that it was satisfying but rather painful and bitter for him, it was quite notable and spread throughout the world; such a punishment befell the city of Rome, right in a time of great loss, danger, and disgrace, so quickly afterward; whether this happened by chance or it is the will of a god to ensure that wronged virtue is not left unpunished.
The first token that seemed to threaten some mischief to ensue was the death of the censor Julius; for the Romans have a religious reverence for the office of a censor, and esteem it sacred. The second was that, just before Camillus went into exile, Marcus Caedicius, a person of no great distinction, nor of the rank of senator, but esteemed a good and respectable man, reported to the military tribunes a thing worthy their consideration: that, going along the night before in the street called the New Way, and being called by somebody in a loud voice, he turned about, but could see no one, but heard a voice greater than human, which said these words, “Go, Marcus Caedicius, and early in the morning tell the military tribunes that they are shortly to expect the Gauls.” But the tribunes made a mock and sport with the story, and a little after came Camillus’s banishment.
The first sign that something trouble might be coming was the death of the censor Julius; the Romans hold the office of censor in high regard and consider it sacred. The second sign was that, just before Camillus went into exile, a man named Marcus Caedicius, who wasn’t particularly important or a senator but was respected and considered a decent person, told the military tribunes something worth their attention: that the night before, while walking along the street known as the New Way, he heard someone call out to him in a loud voice. He turned around but saw no one; instead, he heard a voice that seemed beyond human, which told him, “Go, Marcus Caedicius, and early in the morning inform the military tribunes that they should soon expect the Gauls.” The tribunes laughed off the story, and shortly after, Camillus was banished.
The Gauls are of the Celtic race, and are reported to have been compelled by their numbers to leave their country, which was insufficient to sustain them all, and to have gone in search of other homes. And being, many thousands of them, young men and able to bear arms, and carrying with them a still greater number of women and young children, some of them, passing the Riphaean mountains, fell upon the Northern Ocean, and possessed themselves of the farthest parts of Europe; others, seating themselves between the Pyrenean mountains and the Alps, lived there a considerable time, near to the Senones and Celtorii; but, afterwards tasting wine which was then first brought them out of Italy, they were all so much taken with the liquor, and transported with the hitherto unknown delight, that, snatching up their arms and taking their families along with them, they marched directly to the Alps, to find out the country which yielded such fruit, pronouncing all others barren and useless. He that first brought wine among them and was the chief instigator of their coming into Italy is said to have been one Aruns, a Tuscan, a man of noble extraction, and not of bad natural character, but involved in the following misfortune. He was guardian to an orphan, one of the richest of the country, and much admired for his beauty, whose name was Lucumo. From his childhood he had been bred up with Aruns in his family and when now grown up did not leave his house, professing to wish for the enjoyment of his society. And thus for a great while he secretly enjoyed Aruns’s wife, corrupting her, and himself corrupted by her. But when they were both so far gone in their passion that they could neither refrain their lust nor conceal it, the young man seized the woman and openly sought to carry her away. The husband, going to law, and finding himself overpowered by the interest and money of his opponent, left his country, and, hearing of the state of the Gauls, went to them and was the conductor of their expedition into Italy.
The Gauls are of the Celtic race and are said to have had to leave their homeland because it could no longer support their large population, so they set out to find new homes. Many thousands of them, young men ready to fight, traveled with an even larger number of women and young children. Some of them crossed the Riphaean mountains, reaching the Northern Ocean and claiming the farthest parts of Europe. Others settled between the Pyrenean mountains and the Alps, living there for quite some time near the Senones and Celtorii. However, after trying wine, which was brought to them from Italy for the first time, they loved it so much and were captivated by this new pleasure that they grabbed their weapons and took their families with them, marching straight to the Alps to find the region that produced such a delightful beverage, declaring all other lands barren and useless. The first person to introduce wine to them and the main reason they ventured into Italy is said to be a Tuscan named Aruns, a man of noble birth and decent character, but caught in a tough situation. He was the guardian of an orphan named Lucumo, one of the richest young men in the area, who was also known for his beauty. Lucumo had grown up in Aruns's household and, now that he was older, didn’t want to leave, claiming he enjoyed Aruns's company. For a long time, he secretly had an affair with Aruns's wife, leading both of them into corruption. But when their passion became uncontrollable and they could no longer hide it, the young man openly took the woman and tried to run away with her. Aruns, seeking legal recourse, found himself overwhelmed by the wealth and influence of Lucumo, which led him to leave his country. Hearing about the situation of the Gauls, he joined them and became the leader of their expedition into Italy.
At their first coming they at once possessed themselves of all that country which anciently the Tuscans inhabited, reaching from the Alps to both the seas, as the names themselves testify; for the North or Adriatic Sea is named from the Tuscan city Adria, and that to the south the Tuscan Sea simply. The whole country is rich in fruit trees, has excellent pasture, and is well watered with rivers. It had eighteen large and beautiful cities, well provided with all the means for industry and wealth, and all the enjoyments and pleasures of life. The Gauls cast out the Tuscans, and seated themselves in them. But this was long before.
When they first arrived, they quickly took control of all the land that the Tuscans used to inhabit, stretching from the Alps to both seas, as the names indicate; the North or Adriatic Sea is named after the Tuscan city of Adria, and the sea to the south is simply called the Tuscan Sea. The entire region is abundant in fruit trees, has great pastures, and is well-supplied with rivers. It had eighteen large and beautiful cities, fully equipped with everything needed for industry and wealth, as well as all the pleasures and comforts of life. The Gauls drove out the Tuscans and settled in their place. But that was a long time ago.
The Gauls at this time were besieging Clusium, a Tuscan city. The Clusinians sent to the Romans for succor desiring them to interpose with the barbarians by letters and ambassadors. There were sent three of the family of the Fabii, persons of high rank and distinction in the city. The Gauls received them courteously, from respect to the name of Rome, and, giving over the assault which was then making upon the walls, came to conference with them; when the ambassadors asking what injury they had received of the Clusinians that they thus invaded their city, Brennus, king of the Gauls, laughed and made answer, “The Clusinians do us injury, in that, being able only to till a small parcel of ground, they must needs possess a great territory, and will not yield any part to us who are strangers, many in number, and poor. In the same nature, O Romans, formerly the Albans, Fidenates, and Ardeates, and now lately the Veientines and Capenates, and many of the Faliscans and Volscians, did you injury; upon whom ye make war if they do not yield you part of what they possess, make slaves of them, waste and spoil their country, and ruin their cities; neither in so doing are cruel or unjust, but follow that most ancient of all laws, which gives the possessions of the feeble to the strong; which begins with God and ends in the beasts; since all these, by nature, seek, the stronger to have advantage over the weaker. Cease, therefore, to pity the Clusinians whom we besiege, lest ye teach the Gauls to be kind and compassionate to those that are oppressed by you.” By this answer the Romans, perceiving that Brennus was not to be treated with, went into Clusium, and encouraged and stirred up the inhabitants to make a sally with them upon the barbarians, which they did either to try their strength or to show their own. The sally being made, and the fight growing hot about the walls, one of the Fabii, Quintus Ambustus, being well mounted, and setting spurs to his horse, made full against a Gaul, a man of huge bulk and stature, whom he saw riding out at a distance from the rest. At the first he was not recognized, through the quickness of the conflict and the glittering of his armor, that precluded any view of him; but when he had overthrown the Gaul, and was going to gather the spoils, Brennus knew him; and, invoking the gods to be witnesses, that, contrary to the known and common law of nations, which is holily observed by all mankind, he who had come as an ambassador had now engaged in hostility against him, he drew off his men, and, bidding Clusium farewell, led his army directly to Rome. But not wishing that it should look as if they took advantage of that injury, and were ready to embrace any occasion of quarrel, he sent a herald to demand the man in punishment, and in the meantime marched leisurely on.
The Gauls were besieging Clusium, a Tuscan city. The Clusinians reached out to the Romans for help, asking them to intervene with the invaders through letters and ambassadors. Three members of the Fabii family, who were prominent figures in the city, were sent. The Gauls received them politely, out of respect for Rome, and stopped the attack on the walls to talk. When the ambassadors asked what grievances the Gauls had against the Clusinians that led them to invade, Brennus, the king of the Gauls, laughed and answered, “The Clusinians are wronging us because, while they can only farm a small piece of land, they insist on owning a large territory and won’t give any part to us, who are numerous and poor. Just like, Romans, in the past the Albans, Fidenates, and Ardeates, and just recently the Veientines and Capenates, as well as many of the Faliscans and Volscians have suffered similar wrongs from you. You wage war on them if they don’t give up some of what they have, enslave them, destroy their land, and ruin their cities; you are not being cruel or unjust in doing so, but rather following the oldest law of all, which favors the strong over the weak. This principle starts with God and ends with animals, as all beings naturally seek to exploit the weaker. So, stop feeling sorry for the Clusinians we are besieging, or you might teach the Gauls to be kind and compassionate to those you oppress.” The Romans, realizing that Brennus was not someone they could negotiate with, went into Clusium and motivated the locals to launch an attack with them against the invaders, which they did either to test their own strength or to show their bravery. As the fight intensified around the walls, one of the Fabii, Quintus Ambustus, mounted on a horse, charged at a massive Gaul he spotted a distance away from the others. At first, he wasn't recognized due to the chaos of battle and the shine of his armor that concealed his identity. However, after he knocked the Gaul down and was about to collect the spoils, Brennus recognized him. Calling upon the gods as witnesses that someone who had come as an ambassador was now engaging in hostility against him, he withdrew his men, said farewell to Clusium, and led his army straight to Rome. To avoid appearing to take advantage of the situation or seeking any pretext for a fight, he sent a herald to demand punishment for the man while he continued his march at a relaxed pace.
The senate being met at Rome, among many others that spoke against the Fabii, the priests called fecials were the most decided, who, on the religious ground, urged the senate that they should lay the whole guilt and penalty of the fact upon him that committed it, and so exonerate the rest. These fecials Numa Pompilius, the mildest and justest of kings, constituted guardians of peace, and the judges and determiners of all causes by which war may justifiably be made. The senate referring the whole matter to the people, and the priests there, as well as in the senate, pleading against Fabius, the multitude, however, so little regarded their authority, that in scorn and contempt of it they chose Fabius and the rest of his brothers military tribunes. The Gauls, on hearing this, in great rage threw aside every delay, and hastened on with all the speed they could make. The places through which they marched, terrified with their numbers and the splendor of their preparations for war, and in alarm at their violence and fierceness, began to give up their territories as already lost, with little doubt but their cities would quickly follow; contrary, however, to expectation, they did no injury as they passed, nor took anything from the fields; and, as they went by any city, cried out that they were going to Rome; that the Romans only were their enemies, and that they took all others for their friends.
The Senate met in Rome, and among many who spoke against the Fabii, the priests called fecials were the most adamant. They urged the Senate, based on religious grounds, to place all the blame and punishment for the offense on the person who committed it, freeing the rest from responsibility. These fecials were appointed by Numa Pompilius, the kindest and fairest of kings, as guardians of peace and judges in all matters justifying war. The Senate referred the entire issue to the people, and the priests, both there and in the Senate, argued against Fabius. However, the crowd cared so little for their authority that, in scorn and contempt, they elected Fabius and his brothers as military tribunes. When the Gauls heard this, they were filled with rage, tossed aside all delays, and rushed forward as fast as they could. The areas they marched through were terrified by their numbers and the impressive display of their war preparations. Alarmed by their aggression, these places began to surrender their land, fearing their cities would soon follow suit. Contrary to expectations, however, the Gauls caused no harm as they passed through and didn't take anything from the fields. As they went by each city, they shouted that they were heading to Rome, claiming that only the Romans were their enemies and that they considered everyone else to be their friends.
Whilst the barbarians were thus hastening with all speed, the military tribunes brought the Romans into the field to be ready to engage them, being not inferior to the Gauls in number (for they were no less than forty thousand foot), but most of them raw soldiers, and such as had never handled a weapon before. Besides, they had wholly neglected all religious usages, had not obtained favorable sacrifices, nor made inquiries of the prophets, natural in danger and before battle. No less did the multitude of commanders distract and confound their proceedings; frequently before, upon less occasions, they had chosen a single leader, with the title of dictator, being sensible of what great importance it is in critical times to have the soldiers united under one general with the entire and absolute control placed in his hands. Add to all, the remembrance of Camillus’s treatment, which made it now seem a dangerous thing for officers to command without humoring their soldiers. In this condition they left the city, and encamped by the river Allia, about ten miles from Rome, and not far from the place where it falls into the Tiber; and here the Gauls came upon them, and, after a disgraceful resistance, devoid of order and discipline, they were miserably defeated. The left wing was immediately driven into the river, and there destroyed; the right had less damage by declining the shock, and from the low grounds getting to the tops of the hills, from whence most of them afterwards dropped into the city; the rest, as many as escaped, the enemy being weary of the slaughter, stole by night to Veii, giving up Rome and all that was in it for lost.
While the barbarians were rushing forward, the military tribunes gathered the Romans in the field, ready to confront them, matching the Gauls in numbers (with no less than forty thousand foot soldiers), but most were inexperienced and had never wielded a weapon before. Additionally, they had completely ignored all religious practices, failed to secure favorable sacrifices, and did not consult the prophets, which is customary in times of danger and before battle. The many commanders also distracted and confused their actions; previously, in less critical situations, they had chosen a single leader with the title of dictator, understanding how crucial it is during challenging times to have soldiers united under one general with full and absolute authority. To make matters worse, the memory of Camillus’s harsh treatment made it seem risky for officers to command without catering to their soldiers. In this state, they left the city and set up camp by the River Allia, about ten miles from Rome, not far from where it flows into the Tiber; here, the Gauls attacked them, and after a humiliating resistance, lacking order and discipline, they were brutally defeated. The left wing was quickly driven into the river and destroyed; the right wing suffered less damage by avoiding the clash and moving from the lowlands to the hilltops, from where most of them later slipped back into the city. The rest, as many as escaped, took advantage of the enemy being tired from the slaughter and snuck away to Veii, abandoning Rome and everything in it as lost.
This battle was fought about the summer solstice, the moon being at full, the very same day in which the sad disaster of the Fabii had happened, when three hundred of that name were at one time cut off by the Tuscans. But from this second loss and defeat the day got the name of Alliensis, from the river Allia, and still retains it. The question of unlucky days, whether we should consider any to be so, and whether Heraclitus did well in upbraiding Hesiod for distinguishing them into fortunate and unfortunate, as ignorant that the nature of every day is the same, I have examined in another place; but upon occasion of the present subject, I think it will not be amiss to annex a few examples relating to this matter. On the fifth of their month Hippodromius, which corresponds to the Athenian Hecatombaeon, the Boeotians gained two signal victories, the one at Leuctra, the other at Ceressus, about three hundred years before, when they overcame Lattamyas and the Thessalians, both which asserted the liberty of Greece. Again, on the sixth of Boedromion, the Persians were worsted by the Greeks at Marathon; on the third, at Plataea, as also at Mycale; on the twenty-fifth, at Arbela. The Athenians, about the full moon in Boedromion, gained their sea- victory at Naxos under the conduct of Chabrias; on the twentieth, at Salamis, as we have shown in our treatise on Days. Thargelion was a very unfortunate month to the barbarians, for in it Alexander overcame Darius’s generals on the Granicus; and the Carthaginians, on the twenty- fourth, were beaten by Timoleon in Sicily, on which same day and month Troy seems to have been taken, as Ephorus, Callisthenes, Damastes, and Phylarchus state. On the other hand, the month Metagitnion, which in Boeotia is called Panemus, was not very lucky to the Greeks; for on its seventh day they were defeated by Antipater, at the battle in Cranon, and utterly ruined; and before, at Chaeronea, were defeated by Philip; and on the very same day, same month, and same year, those that went with Archidamus into Italy were there cut off by the barbarians. The Carthaginians also observe the twenty-first of the same month, as bringing with it the largest number and the severest of their losses. I am not ignorant, that, about the Feast of Mysteries, Thebes was destroyed the second time by Alexander; and after that, upon the very twentieth of Boedromion, on which day they lead forth the mystic Iacchus, the Athenians received a garrison of the Macedonians. On the selfsame day the Romans lost their army under Caepio by the Cimbrians, and in a subsequent year, under the conduct of Lucullus, overcame the Armenians and Tigranes. King Attalus and Pompey died both on their birthdays. One could reckon up several that have had variety of fortune on the same day. This day, meantime, is one of the unfortunate ones to the Romans, and for its sake two others in every month; fear and superstition, as the custom of it is, more and more prevailing. But I have discussed this more accurately in my Roman Questions.
This battle took place around the summer solstice, with a full moon, on the same day that the tragic disaster of the Fabii occurred, when three hundred of that family were killed by the Tuscans. Because of this second loss, the day became known as Alliensis, after the river Allia, and it still carries that name. There's been discussion about whether we should think of any days as unlucky, and whether Heraclitus was right to criticize Hesiod for labeling them as fortunate or unfortunate, since the essence of every day is the same. I've covered this topic elsewhere, but it seems relevant to share a few examples here. On the fifth day of their month Hippodromius, which aligns with the Athenian Hecatombaeon, the Boeotians achieved two significant victories, one at Leuctra and the other at Ceressus, around three hundred years earlier, defeating Lattamyas and the Thessalians, who both fought for Greece's freedom. Additionally, on the sixth of Boedromion, the Persians were defeated by the Greeks at Marathon; on the third, at Plataea, and also at Mycale; and on the twenty-fifth, at Arbela. The Athenians, around the full moon in Boedromion, won their naval victory at Naxos under Chabrias's leadership; and on the twentieth, at Salamis, as noted in our work on Days. Thargelion turned out to be a particularly unfortunate month for the barbarians, since Alexander defeated Darius’s generals at the Granicus; similarly, the Carthaginians were beaten by Timoleon in Sicily on the twenty-fourth—a day that also likely marks the fall of Troy, according to Ephorus, Callisthenes, Damastes, and Phylarchus. Conversely, the month Metagitnion, referred to as Panemus in Boeotia, was not very lucky for the Greeks; on its seventh day, they suffered a defeat by Antipater at the battle in Cranon, leading to their total destruction; earlier, at Chaeronea, they were defeated by Philip; and on the same day, month, and year, those who accompanied Archidamus to Italy were wiped out by the barbarians. The Carthaginians also note the twenty-first of the same month as a day marked by numerous and severe losses. I'm aware that during the Feast of Mysteries, Thebes was destroyed for the second time by Alexander; afterward, on the twentieth of Boedromion, the day they lead out the mystic Iacchus, the Athenians accepted a Macedonian garrison. On that same day, the Romans lost their army under Caepio to the Cimbrians, and in a later year, with Lucullus in charge, they defeated the Armenians and Tigranes. King Attalus and Pompey both died on their birthdays. There are many who have experienced varying fortunes on the same day. This day, however, is considered unlucky for the Romans, and it’s linked to two other days each month; fear and superstition have increasingly taken hold, as is customary. I've explored this topic in greater detail in my Roman Questions.
And now, after the battle, had the Gauls immediately pursued those that fled, there had been no remedy but Rome must have wholly been ruined, and all those who remained in it utterly destroyed; such was the terror that those who escaped the battle brought with them into the city, and with such distraction and confusion were themselves in turn infected. But the Gauls, not imagining their victory to be so considerable, and overtaken with the present joy, fell to feasting and dividing the spoil, by which means they gave leisure to those who were for leaving the city to make their escape, and to those that remained, to anticipate and prepare for their coming. For they who resolved to stay at Rome, abandoning the rest of the city, betook themselves to the Capitol, which they fortified with the help of missiles and new works. One of their principal cares was of their holy things, most of which they conveyed into the Capitol. But the consecrated fire the vestal virgins took, and fled with it, as likewise their other sacred things. Some write that they have nothing in their charge but the ever-living fire which Numa had ordained to be worshipped as the principle of all things; for fire is the most active thing in nature, and all production is either motion, or attended with motion; all the other parts of matter, so long as they are without warmth, lie sluggish and dead, and require the accession of a sort of soul or vitality in the principle of heat; and upon that accession, in whatever way, immediately receive a capacity either of acting or being acted upon. And thus Numa, a man curious in such things, and whose wisdom made it thought that he conversed with the Muses, consecrated fire, and ordained it to be kept ever burning, as an image of that eternal power which orders and actuates all things. Others say that this fire was kept burning in front of the holy things, as in Greece, for purification, and that there were other things hid in the most secret part of the temple, which were kept from the view of all, except those virgins whom they call vestals. The most common opinion was, that the image of Pallas, brought into Italy by Aeneas, was laid up there; others say that the Samothracian images lay there, telling a story how that Dardanus carried them to Troy, and, when he had built the city, celebrated those rites, and dedicated those images there; that after Troy was taken, Aeneas stole them away, and kept them till his coming into Italy. But they who profess to know more of the matter affirm that there are two barrels, not of any great size, one of which stands open and has nothing in it, the other full and sealed up; but that neither of them may be seen but by the most holy virgins. Others think that they who say this are misled by the fact that the virgins put most of their holy things into two barrels at this time of the Gaulish invasion, and hid them underground in the temple of Quirinus; and that from hence that place to this day bears the name of Barrels.
And now, after the battle, if the Gauls had immediately chased those who fled, there would have been no way to save Rome; it would have been completely ruined, and everyone left in it would have been utterly destroyed. Such was the fear that those who escaped the battle brought with them into the city, and they themselves were affected by confusion and chaos. However, the Gauls, not realizing the extent of their victory and caught up in the moment's joy, started to feast and divide the spoils. This gave the people who wanted to leave the city a chance to escape and allowed those who remained to plan and prepare for their arrival. Those who decided to stay in Rome, abandoning the rest of the city, took refuge in the Capitol, which they fortified with weapons and new structures. One of their main concerns was protecting their sacred items, most of which they moved into the Capitol. The vestal virgins took the consecrated fire and fled with it, along with other sacred items. Some say that they were only responsible for the eternal flame that Numa had established to be worshipped as the source of all things; for fire is the most active element in nature, and all creation involves movement or is accompanied by it. All other parts of matter, when cold, lie still and lifeless, needing something like a soul or vitality from heat to become active or reactive. Numa, a curious man of wisdom often believed to converse with the Muses, dedicated fire and decreed it to be kept constantly burning as a symbol of the eternal power that orders and animates everything. Others claim that this fire was maintained in front of the sacred items for purification, and there were other items hidden in the temple's innermost sanctuary, visible only to those virgins known as vestals. The most common belief is that the image of Pallas, which Aeneas brought to Italy, was kept there; others say that the Samothracian images were also there, recounting how Dardanus brought them to Troy, where he built the city and celebrated those rites, dedicating those images there. After Troy's fall, Aeneas took them and kept them until he arrived in Italy. However, those who claim to know more say that there are two barrels of considerable size; one is open and empty, while the other is full and sealed, but neither can be seen except by the most holy virgins. Others believe that those who say this are mistaken because the virgins placed most of their sacred items into two barrels during the Gaulish invasion and hid them underground in the temple of Quirinus; hence, that place is still called Barrels today.
However it be, taking the most precious and important things they had, they fled away with them, shaping their course along the river side, where Lucius Albinius, a simple citizen of Rome, who among others was making his escape, overtook them, having his wife, children, and goods in a cart; and, seeing the virgins dragging along in their arms the holy things of the gods, in a helpless and weary condition, he caused his wife and children to get down, and, taking out his goods, put the virgins in the cart, that they might make their escape to some of the Greek cities. This devout act of Albinius, and the respect he showed thus signally to the gods at a time of such extremity, deserved not to be passed over in silence. But the priests that belonged to other gods, and the most elderly of the senators, men who had been consuls and had enjoyed triumphs, could not endure to leave the city; but, putting on their sacred and splendid robes, Fabius the high-priest performing the office, they made their prayers to the gods, and, devoting themselves, as it were, for their country, sat themselves down in their ivory chairs in the forum, and in that posture expected the event.
However it was, taking the most valuable and important things they had, they fled with them, making their way along the riverbank. Lucius Albinius, an ordinary citizen of Rome who was also escaping, caught up with them while he had his wife, children, and belongings in a cart. When he saw the young women carrying the sacred items of the gods, looking helpless and exhausted, he made his wife and children get down. He removed his belongings and put the young women in the cart so they could escape to some of the Greek cities. This act of devotion by Albinius, and the respect he showed to the gods during such a dire time, deserves to be noted. However, the priests of other gods and the oldest senators—men who had served as consuls and had celebrated triumphs—could not bring themselves to leave the city. Instead, dressed in their sacred and ornate robes, they prayed to the gods, with Fabius the high priest leading the ceremony. They dedicated themselves, as it were, to their country, sitting down in their ivory chairs in the forum, and in that position awaited the outcome.
On the third day after the battle, Brennus appeared with his army at the city, and, finding the gates wide open and no guards upon the walls, first began to suspect it was some design or stratagem, never dreaming that the Romans were in so desperate a condition. But when he found it to be so indeed, he entered at the Colline gate, and took Rome, in the three hundred and sixtieth year, or a little more, after it was built; if, indeed, it can be supposed probable that an exact chronological statement has been preserved of events which were themselves the cause of chronological difficulties about things of later date; of the calamity itself, however, and of the fact of the capture, some faint rumors seem to have passed at the time into Greece. Heraclides Ponticus, who lived not long after these times, in his book upon the Soul, relates that a certain report came from the west, that an army, proceeding from the Hyperboreans, had taken a Greek city called Rome, seated somewhere upon the great sea. But I do not wonder that so fabulous and high-flown an author as Heraclides should embellish the truth of the story with expressions about Hyperboreans and the great sea. Aristotle the philosopher appears to have heard a correct statement of the taking of the city by the Gauls, but he calls its deliverer Lucius; whereas Camillus’s surname was not Lucius, but Marcus. But this is a matter of conjecture.
On the third day after the battle, Brennus showed up with his army at the city and, noticing that the gates were wide open and there were no guards on the walls, he started to suspect it was some kind of trap, never thinking that the Romans were in such a desperate situation. However, when he realized it was true, he entered through the Colline gate and took Rome, in the three hundred and sixtieth year, or a little more, after it was built; if, indeed, it can be assumed that an accurate timeline has been preserved of events that themselves caused chronological difficulties for later things. Nonetheless, some faint rumors about the disaster and the capture seem to have made their way to Greece at the time. Heraclides Ponticus, who lived not long after these events, mentions in his book on the Soul that a certain report came from the west claiming that an army from the Hyperboreans had taken a Greek city called Rome, located somewhere by the great sea. I’m not surprised that such a fanciful and extravagant writer as Heraclides would embellish the truth with tales about Hyperboreans and the great sea. Aristotle the philosopher seems to have heard a more accurate account of the city being taken by the Gauls, but he refers to its deliverer as Lucius; however, Camillus's surname was not Lucius but Marcus. But this is a matter of speculation.
Brennus, having taken possession of Rome, set a strong guard about the Capitol, and, going himself down into the forum, was there struck with amazement at the sight of so many men sitting in that order and silence, observing that they neither rose at his coming, nor so much as changed color or countenance, but remained without fear or concern, leaning upon their staves, and sitting quietly, looking at each other. The Gauls, for a great while, stood wondering at the strangeness of the sight not daring to approach or touch them, taking them for an assembly of superior beings. But when one, bolder than the rest, drew near to Marcus Papirius, and, putting forth his hand, gently touched his chin and stroked his long beard, Papirius with his staff struck him a severe blow on the head; upon which the barbarian drew his sword and slew him. This was the introduction to the slaughter; for the rest, following his example, set upon them all and killed them, and dispatched all others that came in their way; and so went on to the sacking and pillaging the houses, which they continued for many days ensuing. Afterwards, they burnt them down to the ground and demolished them, being incensed at those who kept the Capitol, because they would not yield to summons; but, on the contrary, when assailed, had repelled them, with some loss, from their defenses. This provoked them to ruin the whole city, and to put to the sword all that came to their hands, young and old, men, women, and children.
Brennus, having taken control of Rome, set a strong guard around the Capitol. He then went down into the forum and was amazed by the sight of so many men sitting there in order and silence. He noticed they neither stood up at his arrival nor changed color or expression, but remained calm and unconcerned, leaning on their staffs and quietly looking at each other. The Gauls stood for a long time, stunned by the unusual sight, not daring to approach or touch them, thinking they were a gathering of superior beings. However, when one of them, bolder than the others, walked up to Marcus Papirius and reached out to gently touch his chin and stroke his long beard, Papirius responded by striking him hard on the head with his staff. This led the barbarian to draw his sword and kill him. This was the beginning of the slaughter; the others followed his lead, attacking and killing everyone in sight, and continued to sack and pillage the houses for many days. Eventually, they burned the buildings to the ground and destroyed them, furious with those who defended the Capitol for not surrendering. When attacked, they had fought back, causing some damage to the Gauls. This angered them and prompted them to destroy the entire city, killing anyone they encountered—young and old, men, women, and children.
And now, the siege of the Capitol having lasted a good while, the Gauls began to be in want of provision; and dividing their forces, part of them stayed with their king at the siege, the rest went to forage the country, ravaging the towns and villages where they came, but not all together in a body, but in different squadrons and parties; and to such a confidence had success raised them, that they carelessly rambled about without the least fear or apprehension of danger. But the greatest and best ordered body of their forces went to the city of Ardea, where Camillus then sojourned, having, ever since his leaving Rome, sequestered himself from all business, and taken to a private life; but now he began to rouse up himself, and consider not how to avoid or escape the enemy, but to find out an opportunity to be revenged upon them. And perceiving that the Ardeatians wanted not men, but rather enterprise, through the inexperience and timidity of their officers, he began to speak with the young men, first, to the effect that they ought not to ascribe the misfortune of the Romans to the courage of their enemy, nor attribute the losses they sustained by rash counsel to the conduct of men who had no title to victory; the event had been only an evidence of the power of fortune; that it was a brave thing even with danger to repel a foreign and barbarous invader, whose end in conquering was like fire, to lay waste and destroy, but if they would be courageous and resolute, he was ready to put an opportunity into their hands to gain a victory without hazard at all. When he found the young men embraced the thing, he went to the magistrates and council of the city, and, having persuaded them also, he mustered all that could bear arms, and drew them up within the walls, that they might not be perceived by the enemy, who was near; who, having scoured the country, and now returned heavy-laden with booty, lay encamped in the plains in a careless and negligent posture, so that, with the night ensuing upon debauch and drunkenness, silence prevailed through all the camp. When Camillus learned this from his scouts, he drew out the Ardeatians, and in the dead of the night, passing in silence over the ground that lay between, came up to their works, and, commanding his trumpets to sound and his men to shout and halloo, he struck terror into them from all quarters; while drunkenness impeded and sleep retarded their movements. A few, whom fear had sobered, getting into some order, for awhile resisted; and so died with their weapons in their hands. But the greatest part of them, buried in wine and sleep, were surprised without their arms, and dispatched; and as many of them as by the advantage of the night got out of the camp were the next day found scattered abroad and wandering in the fields, and were picked up by the horse that pursued them.
And now, after the siege of the Capitol had gone on for a while, the Gauls started to run low on supplies. They split their forces, with some staying with their king at the siege while the others went to forage the countryside, plundering towns and villages as they traveled, but not all together; they went in different groups and squads. Their recent successes had made them so overconfident that they wandered around carelessly, without any fear or concern for danger. The largest and most organized part of their forces headed to the city of Ardea, where Camillus was staying. After leaving Rome, he had withdrawn from public life and taken up a private existence, but now he began to awaken his resolve, thinking not about how to avoid or flee from the enemy, but rather about how to take revenge on them. Seeing that the people of Ardea had plenty of men but lacked initiative due to the inexperience and fear of their leaders, he started talking to the young men, emphasizing that they shouldn’t blame the Romans' misfortunes on the courage of their enemy, nor attribute their losses to the poor decisions of men who had no real claim to victory. The outcome was merely a demonstration of fortune’s power; it was noble to stand up against a foreign and barbaric invader, whose intent was to destroy everything in their path. If they would be brave and determined, he was ready to provide them with a safe opportunity to achieve victory. When he found that the young men were receptive to this idea, he went to the city’s magistrates and council, and after persuading them as well, he gathered all the able-bodied men and assembled them within the city walls to avoid detection by the nearby enemy. The Gauls had just returned from their looting, camping in the plains in a careless and lax manner, and after a night of feasting and drunkenness, silence fell over their camp. When Camillus learned this from his scouts, he led the Ardeatians out at dead of night, moving quietly across the ground between them and the enemy’s works. He ordered his trumpets to sound and his men to shout, which struck fear into the Gauls from all sides while their drunkenness and sleep slowed down their reactions. A few, stirred by fear, tried to organize and resisted for a short time, but ultimately lost their lives with their weapons in hand. Most of them, however, deeply inebriated and asleep, were caught off guard and killed; those who managed to escape the camp during the night were found scattered in the fields the next day and were captured by pursuing cavalry.
The fame of this action soon flew through the neighboring cities, and stirred up the young men from various quarters to come and join themselves with him. But none were so much concerned as those Romans who escaped in the battle of Allia, and were now at Veii, thus lamenting with themselves, “O heavens, what a commander has Providence bereaved Rome of, to honor Ardea with his actions! And that city, which brought forth and nursed so great a man, is lost and gone, and we, destitute of a leader and shut up within strange walls, sit idle, and see Italy ruined before our eyes. Come, let us send to the Ardeatians to have back our general, or else, with weapons in our hands, let us go thither to him; for he is no longer a banished man, nor we citizens, having no country but what is in the possession of the enemy.” To this they all agreed, and sent to Camillus to desire him to take the command; but he answered, that he would not, until they that were in the Capitol should legally appoint him; for he esteemed them, as long as they were in being, to be his country; that if they should command him, he would readily obey; but against their consent he would intermeddle with nothing. When this answer was returned, they admired the modesty and temper of Camillus; but they could not tell how to find a messenger to carry the intelligence to the Capitol, or rather, indeed, it seemed altogether impossible for any one to get to the citadel whilst the enemy was in full possession of the city. But among the young men there was one Pontius Cominius, of ordinary birth, but ambitious of honor, who proffered himself to run the hazard, and took no letters with him to those in the Capitol, lest, if he were intercepted, the enemy might learn the intentions of Camillus; but, putting on a poor dress and carrying corks under it, he boldly traveled the greatest part of the way by day, and came to the city when it was dark; the bridge he could not pass, as it was guarded by the barbarians; so that taking his clothes, which were neither many nor heavy, and binding them about his head, he laid his body upon the corks, and, swimming with them, got over to the city. And avoiding those quarters where he perceived the enemy was awake, which he guessed at by the lights and noise, he went to the Carmental gate, where there was greatest silence, and where the hill of the Capitol is steepest, and rises with craggy and broken rock. By this way he got up, though with much difficulty, by the hollow of the cliff, and presented himself to the guards, saluting them, and telling them his name; he was taken in, and carried to the commanders. And a senate being immediately called, he related to them in order the victory of Camillus, which they had not heard of before, and the proceedings of the soldiers; urging them to confirm Camillus in the command, as on him alone all their fellow-countrymen outside the city would rely. Having heard and consulted of the matter, the senate declared Camillus dictator, and sent back Pontius the same way that he came, who, with the same success as before, got through the enemy without being discovered, and delivered to the Romans outside the decision of the senate, who joyfully received it. Camillus, on his arrival, found twenty thousand of them ready in arms; with which forces, and those confederates he brought along with him, he prepared to set upon the enemy.
The news of this action quickly spread to the nearby cities, inspiring young men from various areas to come and join him. But none were more troubled than the Romans who had escaped the battle of Allia and were now in Veii, lamenting to themselves, “Oh heavens, what a commander has Providence taken away from Rome to honor Ardea with his deeds! That city, which produced and raised such a great man, is lost and gone, and we, lacking a leader and trapped within foreign walls, sit idle while we watch Italy get destroyed before our eyes. Let’s send a message to the Ardeatians to bring back our general, or else, armed with weapons, let’s go to him; for he is no longer a banished man, and we are not citizens, since we have no country except what is controlled by the enemy.” They all agreed and sent a message to Camillus asking him to take command; but he replied that he wouldn’t until those in the Capitol appointed him legally, as he considered them, as long as they existed, to be his country. He said that if they commanded him, he would gladly obey, but he wouldn’t interfere without their consent. When this message returned, they admired Camillus’s modesty and restraint, but they couldn’t figure out how to send a messenger to the Capitol, as it seemed impossible for anyone to reach the citadel while the enemy controlled the city. However, among the young men, there was Pontius Cominius, a man of ordinary birth but ambitious for honor, who offered to take the risk. He didn’t bring any letters with him to the Capitol, fearing that if captured, the enemy might learn Camillus’s intentions. Instead, he dressed in rags and hid corks under his clothing. He boldly traveled most of the way during the day and arrived at the city after dark; he couldn’t cross the bridge because it was guarded by the enemy, so he took off his light clothing, wrapped them around his head, laid his body on the corks, and swam across to the city. Avoiding areas where he noticed the enemy was alert, indicated by lights and noise, he headed to the Carmental gate, where it was quiet and the Capitol hill was steep and rocky. He managed to climb up with great difficulty through the cliff's hollow and presented himself to the guards, greeting them and stating his name; they let him in and brought him to the commanders. A senate was quickly convened, and he recounted the victory of Camillus, which they hadn’t heard about before, and the soldiers' actions, urging them to confirm Camillus in command since he was the only one their fellow countrymen outside the city would trust. After discussing the matter, the senate declared Camillus a dictator and sent Pontius back the same way he had come, who, with the same success as before, slipped through the enemy unnoticed and delivered the senate’s decision to the Romans outside, who welcomed it with joy. When Camillus arrived, he found twenty thousand of them ready for battle; with these forces, and those allies he brought along, he prepared to attack the enemy.
But at Rome some of the barbarians, passing by chance near the place at which Pontius by night had got into the Capitol, spied in several places marks of feet and hands, where he had laid hold and clambered, and places where the plants that grew to the rock had been rubbed off, and the earth had slipped, and went accordingly and reported it to the king, who, coming in person, and viewing it, for the present said nothing, but in the evening, picking out such of the Gauls as were nimblest of body, and by living in the mountains were accustomed to climb, he said to them, “The enemy themselves have shown us a way how to come at them, which we knew not of before, and have taught us that it is not so difficult and impossible but that men may overcome it. It would be a great shame, having begun well, to fail in the end, and to give up a place as impregnable, when the enemy himself lets us see the way by which it may be taken; for where it was easy for one man to get up, it will not be hard for many, one after another; nay, when many shall undertake it, they will be aid and strength to each other. Rewards and honors shall be bestowed on every man as he shall acquit himself.”
But in Rome, some of the barbarians, by chance passing near the spot where Pontius had climbed up to the Capitol at night, noticed various signs of footprints and handprints, where he had grasped and scrambled, as well as places where the plants clinging to the rock had been rubbed off, and the dirt had slipped. They reported this to the king, who came personally to check it out. At first, he said nothing, but in the evening he chose the nimblest Gauls—those who were used to climbing from living in the mountains—and said to them, “The enemy has shown us a way to reach them that we didn’t know about before, and they’ve taught us that it isn’t so difficult or impossible that we can’t overcome it. It would be a huge shame to start strong and fail at the end, to give up a seemingly impregnable place when the enemy is showing us the way to take it; for if it was easy for one person to get up, it won’t be hard for many, one after another. In fact, when many attempt it, they will support and strengthen each other. Rewards and honors will be given to each person based on how well they perform.”
When the king had thus spoken, the Gauls cheerfully undertook to perform it, and in the dead of night a good party of them together, with great silence, began to climb the rock, clinging to the precipitous and difficult ascent, which yet upon trial offered a way to them, and proved less difficult than they had expected. So that the foremost of them having gained the top of all, and put themselves into order, they all but surprised the outworks, and mastered the watch, who were fast asleep; for neither man nor dog perceived their coming. But there were sacred geese kept near the temple of Juno, which at other times were plentifully fed, but now, by reason that corn and all other provisions were grown scarce for all, were but in a poor condition. The creature is by nature of quick sense, and apprehensive of the least noise, so that these, being moreover watchful through hunger, and restless, immediately discovered the coming of the Gauls, and, running up and down with their noise and cackling, they raised the whole camp, while the barbarians on the other side, perceiving themselves discovered, no longer endeavored to conceal their attempt, but with shouting and violence advanced to the assault. The Romans, every one in haste snatching up the next weapon that came to hand, did what they could on the sudden occasion. Manlius, a man of consular dignity, of strong body and great spirit, was the first that made head against them, and, engaging with two of the enemy at once, with his sword cut off the right arm of one just as he was lifting up his blade to strike, and, running his target full in the face of the other, tumbled him headlong down the steep rock; then mounting the rampart, and there standing with others that came running to his assistance, drove down the rest of them, who, indeed, to begin, had not been many, and did nothing worthy of so bold an attempt. The Romans, having thus escaped this danger, early in the morning took the captain of the watch and flung him down the rock upon the heads of their enemies, and to Manlius for his victory voted a reward, intended more for honor than advantage, bringing him, each man of them, as much as he received for his daily allowance, which was half a pound of bread, and one eighth of a pint of wine.
When the king finished speaking, the Gauls eagerly agreed to take action. In the dead of night, a good number of them quietly started to climb the steep and challenging rock, which, upon trying, turned out to be less difficult than they had thought. The first ones to reach the top quickly got organized, nearly catching the fortifications by surprise and overpowering the guards, who were sound asleep; neither man nor dog noticed their approach. However, there were sacred geese near the temple of Juno, generally well-fed, but now suffering from a lack of grain and other supplies. These geese are naturally sensitive and alert to even the slightest noise, and being restless from hunger, they quickly detected the Gauls' arrival. Their noisy honking woke up the entire camp, and the Gauls, realizing they had been discovered, stopped trying to hide and charged in with shouting and force. The Romans, each quickly grabbing whatever weapon was nearby, responded as best as they could to the sudden attack. Manlius, a man of high rank, strong and spirited, was the first to confront them. He fought against two enemies at once, cutting off one’s right arm just as he was about to strike, and knocking the other down the steep rock with his shield. Then, climbing onto the rampart with others who rushed to help him, they pushed back the remaining attackers, who, to begin with, had been few in number and had not shown much bravery for such a bold move. After barely escaping this threat, the Romans seized the captain of the watch early in the morning and threw him down the rock onto their enemies below. For Manlius' triumph, they awarded him a reward more for honor than for any real advantage, giving him as much as each of them received for their daily ration, which was half a pound of bread and an eighth of a pint of wine.
Henceforward, the affairs of the Gauls were daily in a worse and worse condition; they wanted provisions, being withheld from foraging through fear of Camillus, and sickness also was amongst them, occasioned by the number of carcasses that lay in heaps unburied. Being lodged among the ruins, the ashes, which were very deep, blown about with the winds and combining with the sultry heats, breathed up, so to say, a dry and searching air, the inhalation of which was destructive to their health. But the chief cause was the change from their natural climate, coming as they did out of shady and hilly countries, abounding in means of shelter from the heat, to lodge in low, and, in the autumn season, very unhealthy ground; added to which was the length and tediousness of the siege, as they had now sat seven months before the Capitol. There was, therefore, a great destruction among them, and the number of the dead grew so great, that the living gave up burying them. Neither, indeed, were things on that account any better with the besieged, for famine increased upon them, and despondency with not hearing any thing of Camillus, it being impossible to send any one to him, the city was so guarded by the barbarians. Things being in this sad condition on both sides, a motion of treaty was made at first by some of the outposts, as they happened to speak with one another; which being embraced by the leading men, Sulpicius, tribune of the Romans, came to a parley with Brennus, in which it was agreed, that the Romans laying down a thousand weight of gold, the Gauls upon the receipt of it should immediately quit the city and territories. The agreement being confirmed by oath on both sides, and the gold brought forth, the Gauls used false dealing in the weights, secretly at first, but afterwards openly pulled back and disturbed the balance; at which the Romans indignantly complaining, Brennus in a scoffing and insulting manner pulled off his sword and belt, and threw them both into the scales; and when Sulpicius asked what that meant, “What should it mean,” says he, “but woe to the conquered?” which afterwards became a proverbial saying. As for the Romans, some were so incensed that they were for taking their gold back again, and returning to endure the siege. Others were for passing by and dissembling a petty injury, and not to account that the indignity of the thing lay in paying more than was due, since the paying anything at all was itself a dishonor only submitted to as a necessity of the times.
From now on, the situation for the Gauls got worse every day. They needed food but were too scared of Camillus to go out and forage, and sickness spread among them due to the piles of unburied corpses. They were living among the ruins, where the deep ashes blown by the winds mixed with the oppressive heat created a dry and harsh air that harmed their health. The main reason for their suffering was the drastic change in climate; they had come from cool, hilly regions with plenty of shelter from the heat, only to end up in low, unhealthy ground during the fall. On top of that, the lengthy siege had dragged on for seven months at the Capitol. As a result, many of them died, and there were so many corpses that the survivors stopped burying them. Things were not any better for those inside the city, as they faced starvation and despair, especially since they hadn’t heard anything from Camillus. It was impossible to send anyone to him because the city was surrounded by barbarian forces. In this grim situation for both sides, a proposal for a truce came up when some men from the outposts spoke casually to each other. This was taken up by the leaders, and Sulpicius, a Roman tribune, negotiated with Brennus. They agreed that the Romans would pay a thousand pounds of gold, and in return, the Gauls would immediately leave the city and its territories. After both sides swore to the agreement and the gold was brought out, the Gauls cheated with the weights, initially doing so secretly but later openly tampering with the balance. The Romans, justifiably upset, complained, and Brennus mockingly took off his sword and belt, tossing them into the scales. When Sulpicius asked what that meant, Brennus replied, “What else could it mean but woe to the conquered?” This saying later became a common expression. Some Romans were so furious that they wanted to take their gold back and endure the siege again, while others suggested ignoring the slight and accepting that paying anything at all was a dishonor, yet a necessary shame given the circumstances.
Whilst this difference remained still unsettled, both amongst themselves and with the Gauls, Camillus was at the gates with his army; and, having learned what was going on, commanded the main body of his forces to follow slowly after him in good order, and himself with the choicest of his men hastening on, went at once to the Romans; where all giving way to him, and receiving him as their sole magistrate, with profound silence and order, he took the gold out of the scales, and delivered it to his officers, and commanded the Gauls to take their weights and scales and depart; saying that it was customary with the Romans to deliver their country with iron, not with gold. And when Brennus began to rage, and say that he was unjustly dealt with in such a breach of contract, Camillus answered that it was never legally made, and the agreement of no force or obligation; for that himself being declared dictator, and there being no other magistrate by law, the engagement had been made with men who had no power to enter into it; but now they might say anything they had to urge, for he was come with full power by law to grant pardon to such as should ask it, or inflict punishment on the guilty, if they did not repent. At this, Brennus broke into violent anger, and an immediate quarrel ensued; both sides drew their swords and attacked, but in confusion, as could not otherwise be amongst houses, and ill narrow lanes and places where it was impossible to form in any order. But Brennus, presently recollecting himself, called off his men, and, with the loss of a few only, brought them to their camp; and, rising in the night with all his forces, left the city, and, advancing about eight miles, encamped upon the way to Gabii. As soon as day appeared, Camillus came up with him, splendidly armed himself, and his soldiers full of courage and confidence; and there engaging with him in a sharp conflict, which lasted a long while, overthrew his army with great slaughter, and took their camp. Of those that fled, some were presently cut off by the pursuers; others, and these were the greatest number, dispersed hither and thither, and were dispatched by the people that came sallying out from the neighboring towns and villages.
While this disagreement was still unresolved, both among themselves and with the Gauls, Camillus approached the gates with his army. After learning what was happening, he ordered the main part of his troops to follow him slowly and in good order. He then went ahead with his best soldiers directly to the Romans. The Romans welcomed him as their sole leader, observing profound silence and order. He took the gold from the scales, handed it to his officers, and told the Gauls to take their weights and scales and leave, stating that it was customary for the Romans to defend their country with iron, not gold. When Brennus furiously protested, claiming he was treated unfairly in this breach of contract, Camillus replied that the agreement was never legally binding and held no force or obligation. He explained that as dictator, with no other magistrate present, the agreement was made with individuals who lacked the authority to enter into such a pact. He added that now they could voice whatever claims they had, as he was legally empowered to grant pardons to those who asked for them or to punish the guilty if they did not repent. At this, Brennus became extremely angry, and a spontaneous fight broke out. Both sides unsheathed their swords and attacked, but in confusion, as was inevitable among houses and narrow lanes where it was impossible to form in any order. However, Brennus soon regained his composure, called back his men, and, losing only a few, retreated to their camp. That night, he left the city with his entire force and set up camp about eight miles away on the route to Gabii. As dawn broke, Camillus caught up with him, brilliantly armored, with his soldiers full of courage and confidence. A fierce battle ensued, lasting a long time, but ultimately Camillus defeated Brennus's army with heavy losses and captured their camp. Of those who fled, some were quickly cut down by the pursuers; others, the majority, scattered in different directions and were overwhelmed by people coming out from nearby towns and villages.
Thus Rome was strangely taken, and more strangely recovered, having been seven whole months in the possession of the barbarians who entered her a little after the Ides of July, and were driven out about the Ides of February following. Camillus triumphed, as he deserved, having saved his country that was lost, and brought the city, so to say, back again to itself. For those that had fled abroad, together with their wives and children, accompanied him as he rode in; and those who had been shut up in the Capitol, and were reduced almost to the point of perishing with hunger, went out to meet him, embracing each other as they met, and weeping for joy and, through the excess of the present pleasure, scarce believing in its truth. And when the priests and ministers of the gods appeared, bearing the sacred things, which in their flight they had either hid on the spot, or conveyed away with them, and now openly showed in safety, the citizens who saw the blessed sight felt as if with these the gods themselves were again returned unto Rome. After Camillus had sacrificed to the gods, and purified the city according to the direction of those properly instructed, he restored the existing temples, and erected a new one to Rumour, or Voice, informing himself of the spot in which that voice from heaven came by night to Marcus Caedicius, foretelling the coming of the barbarian army.
Thus, Rome was oddly captured and even more oddly reclaimed, having been in the hands of the barbarians for seven full months, who entered shortly after the Ides of July and were driven out around the Ides of February the following year. Camillus triumphed, as he deserved, having saved his country that was lost and brought the city back to life. Those who had fled abroad, along with their wives and children, rode in with him; and those who had been trapped in the Capitol, nearly starving, came out to meet him, embracing each other as they reunited, weeping for joy and hardly able to believe it was real. When the priests and ministers of the gods appeared, carrying the sacred items they had either hidden or taken with them during their escape, and now displayed them safely, the citizens who witnessed this blessed sight felt as though the gods themselves had returned to Rome. After Camillus sacrificed to the gods and purified the city as directed by the proper authorities, he restored the existing temples and built a new one for Rumour, or Voice, seeking the exact spot where that voice from heaven had come to Marcus Caedicius at night, foretelling the approach of the barbarian army.
It was a matter of difficulty, and a hard task, amidst so much rubbish, to discover and redetermine the consecrated places; but by the zeal of Camillus, and the incessant labor of the priests, it was at last accomplished. But when it came also to rebuilding the city, which was wholly demolished, despondency seized the multitude, and a backwardness to engage in a work for which they had no materials; at a time, too, when they rather needed relief and repose from their past labors, than any new demands upon their exhausted strength and impaired fortunes. Thus insensibly they turned their thoughts again towards Veii, a city ready-built and well-provided, and gave an opening to the arts of flatterers eager to gratify their desires, and lent their ears to seditious language flung out against Camillus; as that, out of ambition and self-glory, he withheld them from a city fit to receive them, forcing them to live in the midst of ruins, and to re-erect a pile of burnt rubbish, that he might be esteemed not the chief magistrate only and general of Rome, but, to the exclusion of Romulus, its founder, also. The senate, therefore, fearing a sedition, would not suffer Camillus, though desirous, to lay down his authority within the year, though no other dictator had ever held it above six months.
It was a tough challenge, and a difficult job, to identify and re-establish the sacred sites amidst so much debris; but thanks to Camillus’ dedication and the constant effort of the priests, it was finally done. However, when it came time to rebuild the city, which was completely destroyed, despair took hold of the people, and they were reluctant to engage in a task for which they had no resources—especially when they needed rest and relief from their past struggles more than anything else. Gradually, they began to look back towards Veii, a city that was already built and well-equipped, allowing flattery and manipulation to take root among them. They listened to seditious talk against Camillus, suggesting that out of ambition and the desire for glory, he kept them from a city that was ready for them, forcing them to live among ruins and rebuild piles of charred debris, just so he could be seen not only as the chief magistrate and general of Rome but, overshadowing even Romulus, its founder. The senate, fearing a revolt, wouldn’t allow Camillus, despite his willingness, to step down from his authority within the year, although no other dictator had ever held power for more than six months.
They themselves, meantime, used their best endeavors, by kind persuasions and familiar addresses, to encourage and to appease the people, showing them the shrines and tombs of their ancestors, calling to their remembrance the sacred spots and holy places which Romulus and Numa or any other of their kings had consecrated and left to their keeping; and among the strongest religious arguments, urged the head, newly separated from the body, which was found in laying the foundation of the Capitol, marking it as a place destined by fate to be the head of all Italy; and the holy fire which had just been rekindled again, since the end of the war, by the vestal virgins; “What a disgrace would it be to them to lose and extinguish this, leaving the city it belonged to, to be either inhabited by strangers and new-comers, or left a wild pasture for cattle to graze on?” Such reasons as these, urged with complaint and expostulation, sometimes in private upon individuals, and sometimes in their public assemblies, were met, on the other hand, by laments and protestations of distress and helplessness; entreaties, that, reunited as they just were, after a sort of shipwreck, naked and destitute, they would not constrain them to patch up the pieces of a ruined and shattered city, when they had another at hand ready-built and prepared.
They, in the meantime, did their best to encourage and calm the people through friendly persuasion and open conversation. They pointed out the shrines and tombs of their ancestors, reminding them of the sacred sites and holy places that Romulus, Numa, and other kings had sanctified and entrusted to their care. Among their strongest religious arguments, they highlighted the head, recently separated from the body, which was discovered while laying the foundation of the Capitol, marking it as a place destined by fate to be the center of all Italy. They also mentioned the holy fire that had just been rekindled by the vestal virgins since the end of the war. “What a disgrace it would be to lose this, allowing the city to become either inhabited by strangers and newcomers or left as a wild pasture for cattle to graze!” Such arguments, presented with sorrow and insistence, sometimes addressed individually and sometimes during public gatherings, were met with cries of distress and helplessness. They pleaded that, now reunited after a kind of shipwreck, bare and destitute, they should not be forced to patch together the pieces of a ruined and shattered city when they had another one ready-built and prepared.
Camillus thought good to refer it to general deliberation, and himself spoke largely and earnestly in behalf of his country, as also many others. At last, calling to Lucius Lucretius, whose place it was to speak first, he commanded him to give his sentence, and the rest as they followed, in order. Silence being made, and Lucretius just about to begin, by chance a centurion, passing by outside with his company of the day-guard, called out with a loud voice to the ensign-bearer to halt and fix his standard, for this was the best place to stay in. This voice, coming in that moment of time, and at that crisis of uncertainty and anxiety for the future, was taken as a direction what was to be done; so that Lucretius, assuming an attitude of devotion, gave sentence in concurrence with the gods, as he said, as likewise did all that followed. Even among the common people it created a wonderful change of feeling; every one now cheered and encouraged his neighbor, and set himself to the work, proceeding in it, however, not by any regular lines or divisions, but every one pitching upon that plot of ground which came next to hand, or best pleased his fancy; by which haste and hurry in building, they constructed their city in narrow and ill-designed lanes, and with houses huddled together one upon another; for it is said that within the compass of the year the whole city was raised up anew, both in its public walls and private buildings. The persons, however, appointed by Camillus to resume and mark out, in this general confusion, all consecrated places, coming, in their way round the Palatium, to the chapel of Mars, found the chapel itself indeed destroyed and burnt to the ground, like everything else, by the barbarians; but whilst they were clearing the place, and carrying away the rubbish, lit upon Romulus’s augural staff, buried under a great heap of ashes. This sort of staff is crooked at one end, and is called lituus; they make use of it in quartering out the regions of the heavens when engaged in divination from the flight of birds; Romulus, who was himself a great diviner, made use of it. But when he disappeared from the earth, the priests took his staff and kept it, as other holy things, from the touch of man; and when they now found that, whereas all other things were consumed, this staff had altogether escaped the flames, they began to conceive happier hopes of Rome, and to augur from this token its future everlasting safety.
Camillus decided it was best to bring the matter up for general discussion, and he spoke passionately for his country, as did many others. Eventually, he called on Lucius Lucretius, who was supposed to speak first, and instructed him to share his opinion, with the others following in order. Once there was silence and Lucretius was about to begin, a centurion happened to pass by with his day-guard and shouted for the ensign-bearer to stop and plant his standard, saying it was the best spot to hold position. This unexpected shout during such a moment of uncertainty and anxiety was interpreted as a sign of what should be done. Lucretius, adopting a respectful posture, gave his opinion in alignment with the gods, as he claimed, and everyone else followed suit. Even among the common people, this sparked a remarkable shift in feelings; everyone began to cheer each other on and get to work, although they didn’t follow any specific organization or divisions. Instead, each person chose the plot of land that was most accessible or appealed to them, which led to a chaotic rush in building, resulting in a city with narrow, poorly planned streets and houses piled on top of each other. It is said that within the span of a year, the entire city was rebuilt, both its public walls and private buildings. The individuals assigned by Camillus to map out all the sacred places amidst the general chaos came across the chapel of Mars while moving around the Palatium and found that the chapel had been destroyed and burned to the ground, like everything else, by the invaders. However, while they were clearing the area and removing debris, they discovered Romulus’s augural staff buried under a large pile of ashes. This staff is crooked at one end and is called lituus; it is used to designate sections of the sky when practicing divination from the flight of birds, which Romulus himself, a skilled diviner, used. When he vanished from the earth, the priests took his staff and preserved it, like other sacred items, away from human contact. Since they found that while everything else had been burned, this staff had completely survived the flames, they began to feel more hopeful for Rome’s future and interpreted this sign as an indication of its lasting safety.
And now they had scarcely got a breathing time from their trouble, when a new war came upon them; and the Aequians, Volscians, and Latins all at once invaded their territories, and the Tuscans besieged Sutrium, their confederate city. The military tribunes who commanded the army, and were encamped about the hill Maecius, being closely besieged by the Latins, and the camp in danger to be lost, sent to Rome, where Camillus was a third time chosen dictator. Of this war two different accounts are given; I shall begin with the more fabulous. They say that the Latins (whether out of pretense, or a real design to revive the ancient relationship of the two nations) sent to desire of the Romans some free- born maidens in marriage; that when the Romans were at a loss how to determine (for on one hand they dreaded a war, having scarcely yet settled and recovered themselves, and on the other side suspected that this asking of wives was, in plain terms, nothing else but a demand for hostages, though covered over with the specious name of intermarriage and alliance), a certain handmaid, by name Tutula, or, as some call her, Philotis, persuaded the magistrates to send with her some of the most youthful and best looking maid-servants, in the bridal dress of noble virgins, and leave the rest to her care and management; that the magistrates consenting, chose out as many as she thought necessary for her purpose, and, adorning them with gold and rich clothes, delivered them to the Latins, who were encamped not far from the city; that at night the rest stole away the enemy’s swords, but Tutula or Philotis, getting to the top of a wild fig-tree, and spreading out a thick woolen cloth behind her, held out a torch towards Rome, which was the signal concerted between her and the commanders, without the knowledge, however, of any other of the citizens, which was the reason that their issuing out from the city was tumultuous, the officers pushing their men on, and they calling upon one another’s names, and scarce able to bring themselves into order; that setting upon the enemy’s works, who either were asleep or expected no such matter, they took the camp, and destroyed most of them; and that this was done on the nones of July, which was then called Quintilis, and that the feast that is observed on that day is a commemoration of what was then done. For in it, first, they run out of the city in great crowds, and call out aloud several familiar and common names, Caius, Marcus, Lucius, and the like, in representation of the way in which they called to one another when they went out in such haste. In the next place, the maid-servants, gaily dressed, run about, playing and jesting upon all they meet, and amongst themselves, also, use a kind of skirmishing, to show they helped in the conflict against the Latins; and while eating and drinking, they sit shaded over with boughs of wild fig-tree, and the day they call Nonae Caprotinae, as some think from that wild fig-tree on which the maid- servant held up her torch, the Roman name for a wild fig-tree being caprificus. Others refer most of what is said or done at this feast to the fate of Romulus, for, on this day, he vanished outside the gates in a sudden darkness and storm (some think it an eclipse of the sun), and from this, the day was called Nonae Caprotinae, the Latin for a goat being capra, and the place where he disappeared having the name of Goat’s Marsh, as is stated in his life.
And just as they were starting to catch their breath from their troubles, a new war hit them. The Aequians, Volscians, and Latins all invaded their land at once, while the Tuscans besieged Sutrium, their allied city. The military tribunes commanding the army camped on Maecius Hill, facing a close siege by the Latins and worrying about losing their camp, sent a message to Rome, where Camillus was chosen dictator for the third time. There are two different accounts of this war; I’ll start with the more fantastic one. They say that the Latins, whether genuinely wanting to restore their ancient relationship with the Romans or just pretending, requested some free-born maidens for marriage. When the Romans were unsure how to respond, torn between fearing a new war (having barely settled themselves) and suspecting that this request for wives was really just a demand for hostages disguised as intermarriage and alliance, a handmaid named Tutula, or Philotis as some call her, convinced the magistrates to send a group of the youngest and most attractive maid-servants, dressed in the bridal garments of noble virgins, leaving the rest to her management. The magistrates agreed and selected as many as she deemed necessary for her plan, adorning them with gold and rich clothing, and handed them over to the Latins camped nearby. That night, the remaining maid-servants snatched the enemy's swords, while Tutula or Philotis climbed to the top of a wild fig tree, laid out a thick woolen cloth behind her, and held up a torch toward Rome, which was the signal she had arranged with the commanders, unbeknownst to any other citizens. This led to a chaotic exit from the city, with officers urging their men on, calling each other’s names, and struggling to form ranks. They ambushed the enemy's camp, who were either asleep or caught off guard, capturing it and killing most of them. This happened on the Nones of July, then called Quintilis, and the celebration observed on that day commemorates this event. During this celebration, people crowd out of the city shouting familiar names like Caius, Marcus, Lucius, reflecting how they called out to one another in their rush. Then, the maid-servants, dressed up, run around, playing and joking with everyone they encounter, and among themselves, they pretend to skirmish, showing their role in the conflict against the Latins. While eating and drinking, they sit beneath wild fig-tree branches, and they call this day Nonae Caprotinae, possibly named after the wild fig tree where the maid-servant held her torch, as caprificus is the Roman name for a wild fig tree. Some connect what happens during this feast to the fate of Romulus, who disappeared suddenly outside the gates in a dark storm (some believe an eclipse of the sun occurred), leading to this day being called Nonae Caprotinae, as capra is Latin for a goat, and the place of his disappearance was named Goat’s Marsh, as mentioned in his biography.
But the general stream of writers prefer the other account of this war, which they thus relate. Camillus, being the third time chosen dictator, and learning that the army under the tribunes was besieged by the Latins and Volscians, was constrained to arm, not only those under, but also those over, the age of service; and taking a large circuit round the mountain Maecius, undiscovered by the enemy, lodged his army on their rear, and then by many fires gave notice of his arrival. The besieged, encouraged by this, prepared to sally forth and join battle; but the Latins and Volscians, fearing this exposure to an enemy on both sides, drew themselves within their works, and fortified their camp with a strong palisade of trees on every side, resolving to wait for more supplies from home, and expecting, also, the assistance of the Tuscans, their confederates. Camillus, detecting their object, and fearing to be reduced to the same position to which he had brought them, namely, to be besieged himself, resolved to lose no time; and finding their rampart was all of timber, and observing that a strong wind constantly at sun- rising blew off from the mountains, after having prepared a quantity of combustibles, about break of day he drew forth his forces, commanding a part with their missiles to assault the enemy with noise and shouting on the other quarter, whilst he, with those that were to fling in the fire, went to that side of the enemy’s camp to which the wind usually blew, and there waited his opportunity. When the skirmish was begun, and the sun risen, and a strong wind set in from the mountains, he gave the signal of onset; and, heaping in an infinite quantity of fiery matter, filled all their rampart with it, so that the flame being fed by the close timber and wooden palisades, went on and spread into all quarters. The Latins, having nothing ready to keep it off or extinguish it, when the camp was now almost full of fire, were driven back within a very small compass, and at last forced by necessity to come into their enemy’s hands, who stood before the works ready armed and prepared to receive them; of these very few escaped, while those that stayed in the camp were all a prey to the fire, until the Romans, to gain the pillage, extinguished it.
But most writers prefer to tell the other side of this war, which goes like this. Camillus, chosen dictator for the third time, learned that the army led by the tribunes was surrounded by the Latins and Volscians. He was forced to enlist not only those eligible for service but also those beyond the usual age limits. He took a long route around Mount Maecius, slipping past the enemy undetected, and set up his army at their rear, signaling his arrival with numerous fires. The besieged, encouraged by this, prepared to charge out and fight, but the Latins and Volscians, worried about facing enemies on both sides, withdrew behind their defenses and strengthened their camp with a sturdy wall of wooden stakes, deciding to wait for more supplies from home and hoping for support from the Tuscans, their allies. Camillus, realizing their plan and fearing he might end up in the same position they were in—being besieged himself—decided to act quickly. He saw their rampart was made entirely of timber and noticed that a strong wind regularly blew in from the mountains at sunrise. After gathering a large amount of flammable materials, he led his forces out at dawn, ordering some to create noise and distraction on one side while he, with those carrying fire, approached the side of the enemy camp where the wind usually blew. He waited for his moment. When the skirmish began, the sun rose, and the wind picked up from the mountains, he gave the signal to attack. He piled in a huge amount of flammable material, filling their rampart with it, and as the flames were fueled by the dense timber and wooden stakes, it spread in every direction. The Latins, unprepared to stop or douse the flames, found their camp nearly engulfed in fire. They were pushed back into a tight space and, ultimately, forced into the hands of their enemies, who were ready and waiting at their fortifications. Very few escaped, while those who remained in the camp fell victim to the flames until the Romans extinguished the fire to claim the spoils.
These things performed, Camillus, leaving his son Lucius in the camp to guard the prisoners and secure the booty, passed into the enemy’s country, where, having taken the city of the Aequians and reduced the Volscians to obedience, he then immediately led his army to Sutrium, not having heard what had befallen the Sutrians, but making haste to assist them, as if they were still in danger and besieged by the Tuscans. They, however, had already surrendered their city to their enemies, and destitute of all things, with nothing left but their clothes, met Camillus on the way, leading their wives and children, and bewailing their misfortune. Camillus himself was struck with compassion, and perceiving the soldiers weeping, and commiserating their case, while the Sutrians hung about and clung to them, resolved not to defer revenge, but that very day to lead his army to Sutrium; conjecturing that the enemy, having just taken a rich and plentiful city, without an enemy left within it, nor any from without to be expected, would be found abandoned to enjoyment and unguarded. Neither did his opinion fail him; he not only passed through their country without discovery, but came up to their very gates and possessed himself of the walls, not a man being left to guard them, but their whole army scattered about in the houses, drinking and making merry. Nay, when at last they did perceive that the enemy had seized the city, they were so overloaded with meat and wine, that few were able so much as to endeavor to escape, but either waited shamefully for their death within doors, or surrendered themselves to the conqueror. Thus the city of the Sutrians was twice taken in one day; and they who were in possession lost it, and they who had lost regained it, alike by the means of Camillus. For all which actions he received a triumph, which brought him no less honor and reputation than the two former ones; for those citizens who before most regarded him with an evil eye, and ascribed his successes to a certain luck rather than real merit, were compelled by these last acts of his to allow the whole honor to his great abilities and energy.
Once these things were done, Camillus, leaving his son Lucius in the camp to guard the prisoners and protect the loot, advanced into enemy territory. There, he captured the city of the Aequians and brought the Volscians under control. He then quickly moved his army to Sutrium, not knowing what had happened to the Sutrians but eager to help them, as if they were still in danger and under siege by the Tuscans. However, the Sutrians had already surrendered their city to their enemies and, with nothing left but their clothes, met Camillus on the way, leading their wives and children and lamenting their misfortune. Camillus was filled with compassion, and seeing his soldiers crying and sympathizing with the Sutrians as they clung to them, decided to take action right away and lead his army to Sutrium that very day. He guessed that the enemy, having just taken a wealthy city and with no one left to defend it, would be distracted and unguarded. His intuition proved correct; he moved through their territory without being detected and reached their gates, seizing the walls while no one was left to guard them, as their entire army was scattered in the houses, drinking and celebrating. When they finally realized that the enemy had taken the city, they were so overwhelmed with food and drink that few could even attempt to escape; instead, they either awaited their death shamefully indoors or surrendered to the conqueror. Thus, the city of the Sutrians was taken twice in one day; those who had possession lost it, and those who had lost it regained it, all thanks to Camillus. For these actions, he received a triumph that earned him just as much honor and respect as his previous two; for those citizens who had once viewed him with suspicion and attributed his successes to luck rather than true skill were forced by these latest deeds to recognize his extraordinary abilities and determination.
Of all the adversaries and enviers of his glory, Marcus Manlius was the most distinguished, he who first drove back the Gauls when they made their night attack upon the Capitol, and who for that reason had been named Capitolinus. This man, affecting the first place in the commonwealth, and not able by noble ways to outdo Camillus’s reputation, took that ordinary course towards usurpation of absolute power, namely, to gain the multitude, those of them especially that were in debt; defending some by pleading their causes against their creditors, rescuing others by force, and not suffering the law to proceed against them; insomuch that in a short time he got great numbers of indigent people about him, whose tumults and uproars in the forum struck terror into the principal citizens. After that Quintius Capitolinus, who was made dictator to suppress these disorders, had committed Manlius to prison, the people immediately changed their apparel, a thing never done but in great and public calamities, and the senate, fearing some tumult, ordered him to be released. He, however, when set at liberty, changed not his course, but was rather the more insolent in his proceedings, filling the whole city with faction and sedition. They chose, therefore, Camillus again military tribune; and a day being appointed for Manlius to answer to his charge, the prospect from the place where his trial was held proved a great impediment to his accusers; for the very spot where Manlius by night fought with the Gauls overlooked the forum from the Capitol, so that, stretching forth his hands that way, and weeping, he called to their remembrance his past actions, raising compassion in all that beheld him. Insomuch that the judges were at a loss what to do, and several times adjourned the trial, unwilling to acquit him of the crime, which was sufficiently proved, and yet unable to execute the law while his noble action remained, as it were, before their eyes. Camillus, considering this, transferred the court outside the gates to the Peteline Grove, from whence there is no prospect of the Capitol. Here his accuser went on with his charge, and his judges were capable of remembering and duly resenting his guilty deeds. He was convicted, carried to the Capitol, and flung headlong from the rock; so that one and the same spot was thus the witness of his greatest glory, and monument of his most unfortunate end. The Romans, besides, razed his house, and built there a temple to the goddess they call Moneta, ordaining for the future that none of the patrician order should ever dwell on the Capitoline.
Of all the enemies and jealous rivals of his fame, Marcus Manlius stood out the most. He was the one who first pushed back the Gauls when they attacked the Capitol at night, and that earned him the nickname Capitolinus. This man, wanting to take the lead in the state but unable to surpass Camillus's reputation through honorable means, chose the common route to seize absolute power: he sought to win over the masses, especially those in debt. He defended some by arguing their cases against their creditors, rescued others by force, and prevented the law from acting against them. As a result, he quickly attracted a large following of poor people whose riots in the forum intimidated the city's leading citizens. When Quintius Capitolinus, who was appointed dictator to quell the chaos, imprisoned Manlius, the people immediately changed their clothing—an act usually reserved for significant public disasters. The senate, fearing unrest, ordered his release. However, once free, he didn’t change his ways; in fact, he became even more arrogant, filling the city with divisions and unrest. Therefore, they elected Camillus again as military tribune. When the day came for Manlius to respond to the charges, the view from where the trial was held was a significant disadvantage for his accusers. The very place where Manlius had fought the Gauls at night overlooked the forum from the Capitol, and as he extended his hands in that direction and wept, he reminded everyone of his past deeds, evoking sympathy in all who saw him. The judges were left unsure of what to do, often postponing the trial, unwilling to let him go despite the clear evidence against him, yet unable to carry out the law while his glorious actions remained vivid in their minds. Seeing this, Camillus moved the court outside the gates to the Peteline Grove, where there was no view of the Capitol. Here, his accuser proceeded with the case, and the judges could focus on his wrongful actions. He was found guilty, taken to the Capitol, and thrown from the rock. Thus, the same spot witnessed both his greatest glory and the monument of his tragic end. Additionally, the Romans demolished his house and built a temple there for the goddess they call Moneta, deciding that no patrician should ever live on the Capitoline again.
And now Camillus, being called to his sixth tribuneship, desired to be excused, as being aged, and perhaps not unfearful of the malice of fortune, and those reverses which seem to ensue upon great prosperity. But the most apparent pretense was the weakness of his body, for he happened at that time to be sick; the people, however, would admit of no excuses, but, crying that they wanted not his strength for horse or for foot service, but only his counsel and conduct, constrained him to undertake the command, and with one of his fellow-tribunes to lead the army immediately against the enemy. These were the Praenestines and Volscians, who, with large forces, were laying waste the territory of the Roman confederates. Having marched out with his army, he sat down and encamped near the enemy, meaning himself to protract the war, or if there should come any necessity or occasion of fighting, in the mean time to regain his strength. But Lucius Furius, his colleague, carried away with the desire of glory, was not to be held in, but, impatient to give battle, inflamed the inferior officers of the army with the same eagerness; so that Camillus, fearing he might seem out of envy to be wishing to rob the young men of the glory of a noble exploit, consented, though unwillingly, that he should draw out the forces, whilst himself, by reason of weakness, stayed behind with a few in the camp. Lucius, engaging rashly, was discomfited, when Camillus, perceiving the Romans to give ground and fly, could not contain himself, but, leaping from his bed, with those he had about him ran to meet them at the gates of the camp, making his way through the flyers to oppose the pursuers; so that those who had got within the camp turned back at once and followed him, and those that came flying from without made head again and gathered about him, exhorting one another not to forsake their general. Thus the enemy for that time, was stopped in his pursuit. The next day Camillus drawing out his forces and joining battle with them, overthrew them by main force, and, following close upon them, entered pell-mell with them into their camp and took it, slaying the greatest part of them. Afterwards, having heard that the city Satricum was taken by the Tuscans, and the inhabitants, all Romans, put to the sword, he sent home to Rome the main body of his forces and heaviest-armed, and, taking with him the lightest and most vigorous soldiers, set suddenly upon the Tuscans, who were in the possession of the city, and mastered them, slaying some and expelling the rest; and so, returning to Rome with great spoils, gave signal evidence of their superior wisdom, who, not mistrusting the weakness and age of a commander endued with courage and conduct, had rather chosen him who was sickly and desirous to be excused, than younger men who were forward and ambitious to command.
And now Camillus, when called for his sixth tribuneship, wanted to be excused because he was old and perhaps wary of the unpredictability of fate and the setbacks that often follow great success. However, his main excuse was his physical weakness since he happened to be sick at the time. The people wouldn’t accept any excuses, insisting they didn’t need his strength for the cavalry or infantry, but only his advice and leadership. They forced him to take command and lead the army against the enemy alongside one of his fellow tribunes. The enemies were the Praenestines and Volscians, who were heavily invading the territories of the Roman allies. After marching out with his army, he set up camp near the enemy, intending to drag the war out or to regain his strength in case a battle became necessary. But Lucius Furius, his colleague, driven by a desire for glory, couldn't be held back and, impatient to fight, fired up the junior officers in the army with the same eagerness. Fearing he might seem envious and look like he was trying to deny the young men a chance for glory, Camillus reluctantly agreed to let Lucius lead the troops into battle while he stayed behind in camp with a few due to his weakness. Lucius, charging into battle recklessly, was defeated. Seeing the Romans retreat and flee, Camillus couldn’t hold back anymore. He jumped out of bed and, with those around him, rushed to meet them at the camp gates, cutting through the fleeing soldiers to confront the pursuers. Those who had returned to camp immediately followed him back, and those who were fleeing from outside resettled around him, encouraging each other not to abandon their leader. This temporarily halted the enemy’s pursuit. The next day, Camillus rallied his forces and fought them again, defeating them through sheer strength. He followed closely, bursting into their camp and taking it, killing most of them. Later, upon hearing that the city of Satricum had been captured by the Tuscans and its Roman inhabitants slaughtered, he sent the main body of his troops and the heavily armed soldiers back to Rome. He then took the lighter, more agile troops to launch a sudden attack on the Tuscans holding the city, overpowering them, killing some, and driving the rest away. Returning to Rome with significant spoils, he showcased the wisdom of those who, without doubting the frailty and age of a commander filled with courage and skill, chose him—sick and wishing to be excused—over younger, eager, and ambitious men.
When, therefore, the revolt of the Tusculans was reported, they gave Camillus the charge of reducing them, choosing one of his five colleagues to go with him. And when every one was eager for the place, contrary to the expectation of all, he passed by the rest and chose Lucius Furius, the very same man who lately, against the judgment of Camillus, had rashly hazarded and nearly lost a battle; willing, as it should seem, to dissemble that miscarriage, and free him from the shame of it. The Tusculans, hearing of Camillus’s coming against them, made a cunning attempt at revoking their act of revolt; their fields, as in times of highest peace, were full of plowman and shepherds; their gates stood wide open, and their children were being taught in the schools; of the people, such as were tradesmen, he found in their workshops, busied about their several employments, and the better sort of citizens walking in the public places in their ordinary dress; the magistrates hurried about to provide quarters for the Romans, as if they stood in fear of no danger and were conscious of no fault. Which arts, though they could not dispossess Camillus of the conviction he had of their treason, yet induced some compassion for their repentance; he commanded them to go to the senate and deprecate their anger, and joined himself as an intercessor in their behalf, so that their city was acquitted of all guilt and admitted to Roman citizenship, These were the most memorable actions of his sixth tribuneship.
When the revolt of the Tusculans was reported, they assigned Camillus the task of subduing them, choosing one of his five colleagues to accompany him. Surprisingly, instead of picking anyone else, he chose Lucius Furius, the same man who had recently risked and almost lost a battle against Camillus’s judgment, seemingly wanting to cover up that failure and save him from the humiliation of it. When the Tusculans heard that Camillus was coming after them, they made a clever attempt to take back their rebellion; their fields were bustling with farmers and shepherds as if in times of peace, their gates were wide open, and their children were being schooled. The tradesmen were in their workshops, focused on their work, and the more respectable citizens were strolling in public places in their usual attire; the magistrates hurried around to arrange accommodations for the Romans, as if they felt no fear of danger and were not guilty of anything. Although these tactics couldn’t erase Camillus’s belief in their treachery, they did evoke some sympathy for their regret; he instructed them to go to the senate and plead for forgiveness and acted as an advocate on their behalf, so their city was cleared of all guilt and granted Roman citizenship. These were the most notable actions of his sixth tribuneship.
After these things, Licinius Stolo raised a great sedition in the city, and brought the people to dissension with the senate, contending, that of two consuls one should be chosen out of the commons, and not both out of the patricians. Tribunes of the people were chosen, but the election of consuls was interrupted and prevented by the people. And as this absence of any supreme magistrate was leading to yet further confusion, Camillus was the fourth time created dictator by the senate, sorely against the people’s will, and not altogether in accordance with his own; he had little desire for a conflict with men whose past services entitled them to tell him that he had achieved far greater actions in war along with them than in politics with the patricians, who, indeed, had only put him forward now out of envy; that, if successful, he might crush the people, or, failing, be crushed himself. However, to provide as good a remedy as he could for the present, knowing the day on which the tribunes of the people intended to prefer the law, he appointed it by proclamation for a general muster, and called the people from the forum into the Campus, threatening to set heavy fines upon such as should not obey. On the other side, the tribunes of the people met his threats by solemnly protesting they would fine him in fifty thousand drachmas of silver, if he persisted in obstructing the people from giving their suffrages for the law. Whether it were, then, that he feared another banishment or condemnation which would ill become his age and past great actions, or found himself unable to stem the current of the multitude, which ran strong and violent, he betook himself, for the present, to his house, and afterwards, for some days together, professing sickness, finally laid down his dictatorship. The senate created another dictator; who, choosing Stolo, leader of the sedition, to be his general of horse, suffered that law to be enacted and ratified, which was most grievous to the patricians, namely, that no person whatsoever should possess above five hundred acres of land. Stolo was much distinguished by the victory he had gained; but, not long after, was found himself to possess more than he had allowed to others, and suffered the penalties of his own law.
After these events, Licinius Stolo stirred up a major rebellion in the city, causing the people to clash with the senate. He argued that one of the two consuls should be chosen from the common people instead of both being from the patricians. The tribunes of the people were elected, but the voting for consuls was interrupted and stopped by the populace. As the lack of a top magistrate was leading to even more chaos, the senate appointed Camillus as dictator for the fourth time, going against the people’s wishes and not entirely in line with his own desires. He wasn't keen on confronting people who had previously served alongside him and believed that he had achieved greater military accomplishments with them than in political matters with the patricians, who, it seemed, had backed him out of jealousy; they hoped to either crush the people if he succeeded or see him crushed if he failed. To manage the situation as best as he could, knowing when the tribunes intended to propose the law, he announced a general muster, calling the people from the forum to the Campus and threatening heavy fines for those who refused to comply. Meanwhile, the tribunes responded to his threats by formally declaring they would fine him fifty thousand drachmas of silver if he continued to block the people from voting on the law. Whether he feared another exile or a condemnation that would tarnish his age and previous achievements, or felt powerless against the strong current of the masses, he retreated to his home and, for several days claiming to be ill, ultimately resigned from his dictatorship. The senate appointed another dictator, who chose Stolo, the leader of the rebellion, as his cavalry commander, allowing the passage and ratification of a law that greatly upset the patricians: that no individual could own more than five hundred acres of land. Stolo earned significant recognition for his victory; however, it wasn't long before he was found to possess more land than he had permitted others and faced the penalties of his own law.
And now the contention about election of consuls coming on (which was the main point and original cause of the dissension, and had throughtout furnished most matter of division between the senate and the people), certain intelligence arrived, that the Gauls again, proceeding from the Adriatic Sea, were marching in vast numbers upon Rome. On the very heels of the report followed manifest acts also of hostility; the country through which they marched was all wasted, and such as by flight could not make their escape to Rome were dispersing and scattering among the mountains. The terror of this war quieted the sedition; nobles and commons, senate and people together, unanimously chose Camillus the fifth time dictator; who, though very aged, not wanting much of fourscore years, yet, considering the danger and necessity of his country, did not, as before, pretend sickness, or depreciate his own capacity, but at once undertook the charge, and enrolled soldiers. And, knowing that the great force of the barbarians lay chiefly in their swords, with which they laid about them in a rude and inartificial manner, hacking and hewing the head and shoulders, he caused head-pieces entire of iron to be made for most of his men, smoothing and polishing the outside, that the enemy’s swords, lighting upon them, might either slide off or be broken; and fitted also their shields with a little rim of brass, the wood itself not being sufficient to bear off the blows. Besides, he taught his soldiers to use their long javelins in close encounter, and, by bringing them under their enemy’s swords, to receive their strokes upon them.
And now, the debate about choosing consuls was starting up again (which was the main issue and original cause of the conflict, and had consistently created division between the senate and the people). News arrived that the Gauls were once again advancing in large numbers toward Rome from the Adriatic Sea. Right after this report came clear signs of aggression; the land they were marching through was devastated, and those who couldn’t flee to Rome were scattering into the mountains. The threat of this war silenced the unrest; both nobles and commoners, the senate and the people together, unanimously selected Camillus as dictator for the fifth time. Although he was quite old, nearing eighty, he didn't pretend to be sick or downplay his abilities this time; he immediately accepted the role and began to recruit soldiers. Understanding that the main strength of the barbarians was in their swords, which they used aggressively and clumsily, he had full iron helmets made for most of his men, smoothing and polishing the outside so that enemy swords would either slide off or break upon impact. He also reinforced their shields with a brass rim since the wood alone wouldn’t withstand the blows. Additionally, he trained his soldiers to use their long javelins effectively in close combat, ensuring they could absorb the enemy’s strikes on their weapons.
When the Gauls drew near, about the river Anio, dragging a heavy camp after them, and loaded with infinite spoil, Camillus drew forth his forces, and planted himself upon a hill of easy ascent, and which had many dips in it, with the object that the greatest part of his army might lie concealed, and those who appeared might be thought to have betaken themselves, through fear, to those upper grounds. And the more to increase this opinion in them, he suffered them, without any disturbance, to spoil and pillage even to his very trenches, keeping himself quiet within his works, which were well fortified; till, at last, perceiving that part of the enemy were scattered about the country foraging, and that those that were in the camp did nothing day and night but drink and revel, in the nighttime he drew up his lightest-armed men, and sent them out before to impede the enemy while forming into order, and to harass them when they should first issue out of their camp; and early in the morning brought down his main body, and set them in battle array in the lower grounds, a numerous and courageous army, not, as the barbarians had supposed, an inconsiderable and fearful division. The first thing that shook the courage of the Gauls was, that their enemies had, contrary to their expectation, the honor of being aggressors. In the next place, the light-armed men, falling upon them before they could get into their usual order or range themselves in their proper squadrons, so disturbed and pressed upon them, that they were obliged to fight at random, without any order at all. But at last, when Camillus brought on his heavy-armed legions, the barbarians, with their swords drawn, went vigorously to engage them; the Romans, however, opposing their javelins and receiving the force of their blows on those parts of their defenses which were well guarded with steel, turned the edge of their weapons, being made of a soft and ill-tempered metal, so that their swords bent and doubled up in their hands; and their shields were pierced through and through, and grew heavy with the javelins that stuck upon them. And thus forced to quit their own weapons, they endeavored to take advantage of those of their enemies, laid hold of the javelins with their hands, and tried to pluck them away. But the Romans, perceiving them now naked and defenseless, betook themselves to their swords, which they so well used, that in a little time great slaughter was made in the foremost ranks, while the rest fled over all parts of the level country; the hills and upper grounds Camillus had secured beforehand, and their camp they knew it would not be difficult for the enemy to take, as, through confidence of victory, they had left it unguarded. This fight, it is stated, was thirteen years after the sacking of Rome; and from henceforward the Romans took courage, and surmounted the apprehensions they had hitherto entertained of the barbarians, whose previous defeat they had attributed rather to pestilence and a concurrence of mischances than to their own superior valor. And, indeed, this fear had been formerly so great, that they made a law, that priests should be excused from service in war, unless in an invasion from the Gauls.
When the Gauls approached the river Anio, dragging a heavy camp and overflowing with loot, Camillus gathered his forces and positioned himself on a hill that was easy to climb and had many dips. He aimed for most of his army to remain hidden, giving the impression that those who were visible had fled to the higher ground out of fear. To enhance this belief, he allowed the enemy to pillage even up to his trenches without interference, staying quiet within his well-fortified defenses. Finally, noticing that some of the enemy were scattered across the countryside foraging and that those in the camp were drinking and partying, he sent out his light-armed men at night to disrupt the enemy's formation and harass them as they left their camp. Early the next morning, he brought down his main force and arranged them for battle in the lower ground, presenting a large and courageous army that was not, as the barbarians had assumed, a small and fearful division. The first thing that shook the Gauls' confidence was the realization that their enemies, contrary to expectations, were the aggressors. Next, the light-armed troops attacked before the Gauls could organize themselves, throwing them into chaos and forcing them to fight without any formation. Eventually, when Camillus brought in his heavy-armed legions, the barbarians, swords drawn, charged at them. However, the Romans countered with their javelins and absorbed the impact of their attacks on their well-protected areas. The Gauls' weapons, made of soft, inferior metal, bent under the pressure, and their shields were pierced with javelins that weighed them down. Forced to abandon their own weapons, they tried to take the javelins from the Romans, but the Romans, now seeing them exposed and defenseless, switched to their swords. They used them skillfully, quickly causing significant casualties in the front ranks while the rest of the Gauls fled across the level terrain. Camillus had previously secured the hills and higher ground, and the enemy knew that recapturing their camp would be easy, having left it unguarded in their overconfidence. This battle occurred thirteen years after the sacking of Rome, and from that point, the Romans gained confidence and overcame the fears they had of the barbarians, attributing their previous defeat more to disease and misfortune than to their own bravery. This fear had been so intense that they had enacted a law allowing priests to be exempt from military service, except in cases of invasion by the Gauls.
This was the last military action that ever Camillus performed; for the voluntary surrender of the city of the Velitrani was but a mere accessory to it. But the greatest of all civil contests, and the hardest to be managed, was still to be fought out against the people; who, returning home full of victory and success, insisted, contrary to established law, to have one of the consuls chosen out of their own body. The senate strongly opposed it, and would not suffer Camillus to lay down his dictatorship, thinking, that, under the shelter of his great name and authority, they should be better able to contend for the power of the aristocracy. But when Camillus was sitting upon the tribunal, dispatching public affairs, an officer, sent by the tribunes of the people, commanded him to rise and follow him, laying his hand upon him, as ready to seize and carry him away; upon which, such a noise and tumult as was never heard before, filled the whole forum; some that were about Camillus thrusting the officer from the bench, and the multitude below calling out to him to bring Camillus down. Being at a loss what to do in these difficulties, he yet laid not down his authority, but, taking the senators along with him, he went to the senate-house; but before he entered, besought the gods that they would bring these troubles to a happy conclusion, solemnly vowing, when the tumult was ended, to build a temple to Concord. A great conflict of opposite opinions arose in the senate; but, at last, the most moderate and most acceptable to the people prevailed, and consent was given, that of two consuls, one should be chosen from the commonalty. When the dictator proclaimed this determination of the senate to the people, at the moment, pleased and reconciled with the senate, as indeed could not otherwise be, they accompanied Camillus home, with all expressions and acclamations of joy; and the next day, assembling together, they voted a temple of Concord to be built, according to Camillus’s vow, facing the assembly and the forum; and to the feasts, called the Latin holidays, they added one day more, making four in all; and ordained that, on the present occasion, the whole people of Rome should sacrifice with garlands on their heads.
This was the last military action Camillus ever took; the voluntary surrender of the city of the Velitrani was just a minor detail. However, the biggest civil conflict, which was the toughest to handle, was still to come against the people. They returned home full of victory and success, demanding, against established law, to have one of their own chosen as consul. The Senate strongly opposed this and did not allow Camillus to step down from his dictatorship, believing that under his prominent name and authority, they could better defend the power of the aristocracy. But while Camillus was sitting on the tribunal, handling public affairs, an officer sent by the tribunes of the people ordered him to get up and follow him, placing his hand on him as if ready to seize and take him away. This caused an uproar like never before, filling the whole forum; some around Camillus pushed the officer away from the bench, while the crowd below shouted for him to bring Camillus down. Unsure of how to handle the situation, he still did not relinquish his authority but took the senators with him to the senate house. Before entering, he prayed to the gods to resolve these troubles favorably, vowing solemnly that once the chaos was over, he would build a temple to Concord. A significant debate broke out in the Senate, but eventually, the more moderate and acceptable option for the people won out, and they agreed that one of the two consuls should be chosen from the common people. When the dictator announced the Senate's decision to the people, they were pleased and reconciled with the Senate, as they had no choice, and they accompanied Camillus home with cheers and celebrations. The next day, they gathered together and voted to build a temple of Concord according to Camillus’s vow, facing the assembly and the forum; they added an extra day to the Latin holidays, making four in total, and decided that on this occasion, the entire Roman population should sacrifice with garlands on their heads.
In the election of consuls held by Camillus, Marcus Aemilius was chosen of the patricians, and Lucius Sextius the first of the commonalty; and this was the last of all Camillus’s actions. In the year following, a pestilential sickness infected Rome, which, besides an infinite number of the common people, swept away most of the magistrates, among whom was Camillus; whose death cannot be called immature, if we consider his great age, or greater actions, yet was he more lamented than all the rest put together that then died of that distemper.
In the consul elections led by Camillus, Marcus Aemilius was chosen from the patricians, and Lucius Sextius was the first elected from the common people; this was the last of Camillus's actions. The following year, a deadly sickness hit Rome, which took an immense toll on the common people and claimed most of the magistrates, including Camillus. His death, considering his old age and significant deeds, cannot be seen as premature, but he was mourned more than all the others who died from that disease.
PERICLES
Caesar once, seeing some wealthy strangers at Rome, carrying up and down with them in their arms and bosoms young puppy-dogs and monkeys, embracing and making much of them, took occasion not unnaturally to ask whether the women in their country were not used to bear children; by that prince-like reprimand gravely reflecting upon persons who spend and lavish upon brute beasts that affection and kindness which nature has implanted in us to be bestowed on those of our own kind. With like reason may we blame those who misuse that love of inquiry and observation which nature has implanted in our souls, by expending it on objects unworthy of the attention either of their eyes or their ears, while they disregard such as are excellent in themselves, and would do them good.
Caesar once saw some wealthy strangers in Rome carrying young puppies and monkeys in their arms, hugging and pampering them. He couldn’t help but ask whether the women in their country didn’t have children, pointing out the absurdity of people directing the love and care that should go to their own kind towards animals instead. Similarly, we can criticize those who waste their curiosity and desire to learn—qualities that nature has given us—by focusing on trivial things that don’t deserve their attention, while ignoring the truly valuable and beneficial things around them.
The mere outward sense, being passive in responding to the impression of the objects that come in its way and strike upon it, perhaps cannot help entertaining and taking notice of everything that addresses it, be it what it will, useful or unuseful; but, in the exercise of his mental perception, every man, if he chooses, has a natural power to turn himself upon all occasions, and to change and shift with the greatest ease to what he shall himself judge desirable. So that it becomes a man’s duty to pursue and make after the best and choicest of everything, that he may not only employ his contemplation, but may also be improved by it. For as that color is most suitable to the eye whose freshness and pleasantness stimulates and strengthens the sight, so a man ought to apply his intellectual perception to such objects as, with the sense of delight, are apt to call it forth, and allure it to its own proper good and advantage.
The simple outward sense, which passively reacts to the impressions of objects that come its way and strike it, can’t help but notice everything that engages it, whether it’s useful or not. However, in using his mental perception, a person has a natural ability to shift his attention as he chooses, adapting effortlessly to what he finds desirable. Therefore, it is a person’s responsibility to seek out the best and finest in everything, not just to occupy his thoughts but also to gain from it. Just as the color that is most pleasing to the eye enhances and invigorates vision, a person should direct his intellectual perception toward things that bring joy and encourage growth and benefit.
Such objects we find in the acts of virtue, which also produce in the minds of mere readers about them, an emulation and eagerness that may lead them on to imitation. In other things there does not immediately follow upon the admiration and liking of the thing done, any strong desire of doing the like. Nay, many times, on the very contrary, when we are pleased with the work, we slight and set little by the workman or artist himself, as, for instance, in perfumes and purple dyes, we are taken with the things themselves well enough, but do not think dyers and perfumers otherwise than low and sordid people. It was not said amiss by Antisthenes, when people told him that one Ismenias was an excellent piper, “It may be so,” said he, “but he is but a wretched human being, otherwise he would not have been an excellent piper.” And king Philip, to the same purpose, told his son Alexander, who once at a merry-meeting played a piece of music charmingly and skillfully, “Are you not ashamed, son, to play so well?” For it is enough for a king, or prince to find leisure sometimes to hear others sing, and he does the muses quite honor enough when he pleases to be but present, while others engage in such exercises and trials of skill.
We see this in acts of virtue, which inspire readers with a desire to emulate and imitate. In other areas, just liking or admiring something doesn't automatically create a strong urge to do the same. In fact, often when we enjoy a piece of work, we overlook or think little of the creator or artist. For example, with perfumes and purple dyes, we appreciate the products themselves, but we often regard dyers and perfumers as lowly and unrefined. Antisthenes once remarked when someone praised the piper Ismenias, “That may be true, but he is still a miserable person; if he were better, he wouldn’t need to be such a good piper.” Similarly, King Philip told his son Alexander after he played beautifully at a gathering, “Aren't you embarrassed to play so well?” Because for a king or prince, it's enough to occasionally enjoy the performances of others; he honors the muses simply by being present while others showcase their skills.
He who busies himself in mean occupations produces, in the very pains he takes about things of little or no use, an evidence against himself of his negligence and indisposition to what is really good. Nor did any generous and ingenuous young man, at the sight of the statue of Jupiter at Pisa, ever desire to be a Phidias, or, on seeing that of Juno at Argos, long to be a Polycletus, or feel induced by his pleasure in their poems to wish to be an Anacreon or Philetas or Archilochus. For it does not necessarily follow, that, if a piece of work please for its gracefulness, therefore he that wrought it deserves our admiration. Whence it is that neither do such things really profit or advantage the beholders, upon the sight of which no zeal arises for the imitation of them, nor any impulse or inclination, which may prompt any desire or endeavor of doing the like. But virtue, by the bare statement of its actions, can so affect men’s minds as to create at once both admiration of the things done and desire to imitate the doers of them. The goods of fortune we would possess and would enjoy; those of virtue we long to practice and exercise; we are content to receive the former from others, the latter we wish others to experience from us. Moral good is a practical stimulus; it is no sooner seen, than it inspires an impulse to practice; and influences the mind and character not by a mere imitation which we look at, but, by the statement of the fact, creates a moral purpose which we form.
Someone who occupies themselves with trivial tasks creates, through the effort they put into things that are of little or no value, proof of their negligence and reluctance toward what is genuinely worthwhile. No noble and honest young man, upon seeing the statue of Jupiter in Pisa, has ever wished to be a Phidias, nor has anyone, after viewing the Juno statue in Argos, aspired to be a Polycletus, or felt inspired to emulate Anacreon, Philetas, or Archilochus just because they enjoyed their poems. Just because something is pleasing because of its beauty doesn't mean that the person who created it deserves our admiration. This is why such things don't truly benefit or advantage the viewers, as they spark no enthusiasm for imitation or any urge or desire to create something similar. However, virtue, just by being stated in its actions, can profoundly affect people's minds, generating both admiration for the deeds and a desire to emulate the doers. We want to acquire and enjoy material wealth; we yearn to practice and embody virtue. We are willing to receive the former from others, while we wish for others to benefit from the latter through us. Moral goodness is a practical motivator; once it is seen, it sparks an urge to practice it. It influences the mind and character not just through a simple imitation we observe, but by articulating the fact, it establishes a moral aim that we strive for.
And so we have thought fit to spend our time and pains in writing of the lives of famous persons; and have composed this tenth book upon that subject, containing the life of Pericles, and that of Fabius Maximus, who carried on the war against Hannibal, men alike, as in their other virtues and good parts, so especially in their mild and upright temper and demeanor, and in that capacity to bear the cross-grained humors of their fellow-citizens and colleagues in office which made them both most useful and serviceable to the interests of their countries. Whether we take a right aim at our intended purpose, it is left to the reader to judge by what he shall here find.
So, we've decided to spend our time and effort writing about the lives of notable individuals. In this tenth book, we focus on Pericles and Fabius Maximus, who waged war against Hannibal. Both men were notable not only for their other virtues and strengths but especially for their gentle and honest nature, as well as their ability to handle the difficult personalities of their fellow citizens and colleagues. This made them extremely valuable and helpful to the interests of their nations. Whether we achieve our intended goal is up to the reader to assess based on what they find here.
Pericles was of the tribe Acamantis, and the township Cholargus, of the noblest birth both on his father’s and mother’s side. Xanthippus, his father, who defeated the king of Persia’s generals in the battle at Mycale, took to wife Agariste, the grandchild of Clisthenes, who drove out the sons of Pisistratus, and nobly put an end to their tyrannical usurpation, and moreover made a body of laws, and settled a model of government admirably tempered and suited for the harmony and safety of the people.
Pericles belonged to the Acamantis tribe and the Cholargus township, coming from a prestigious family on both sides. His father, Xanthippus, who defeated the Persian general at the Battle of Mycale, married Agariste, the granddaughter of Clisthenes, who expelled the sons of Pisistratus and effectively ended their tyranny. Clisthenes also created a set of laws and established a well-balanced government that ensured the peace and safety of the people.
His mother, being near her time, fancied in a dream that she was brought to bed of a lion, and a few days after was delivered of Pericles, in other respects perfectly formed, only his head was somewhat longish and out of proportion. For which reason almost all the images and statues that were made of him have the head covered with a helmet, the workmen apparently being willing not to expose him. The poets of Athens called him Schinocephalos, or squill-head, from schinos, a squill, or sea- onion. One of the comic poets, Cratinus, in the Chirons, tells us that —
His mother, close to giving birth, dreamed that she had a lion, and a few days later, she gave birth to Pericles, who was otherwise perfectly formed, except for having a slightly elongated head that was out of proportion. Because of this, almost all the images and statues made of him have his head covered with a helmet, as the artisans seemed to prefer not to show it. The poets of Athens nicknamed him Schinocephalos, or squill-head, based on "schinos," a squill or sea-onion. One of the comic poets, Cratinus, in the Chirons, tells us that —
Old Chronos once took queen Sedition to wife;
Which two brought to life
That tyrant far-famed,
Whom the gods the supreme skull-compeller have named.
Old Chronos once married Queen Sedition;
Together they gave life
To that infamous tyrant,
Whom the gods, the ultimate force of fate, have named.
And, in the Nemesis, addresses him —
And, in the Nemesis, talks to him —
Come, Jove, thou head of gods.
Come, Jupiter, you leader of the gods.
And a second, Teleclides, says, that now, in embarrassment with political difficulties, he sits in the city,—
And a second, Teleclides, says that now, feeling embarrassed by political troubles, he stays in the city,—
Fainting underneath the load
Of his own head; and now abroad,
From his huge gallery of a pate,
Sends forth trouble to the state.
Fainting under the weight
Of his own thoughts; and now out in the open,
From his large head,
Causes problems for the state.
And a third, Eupolis, in the comedy called the Demi, in a series of questions about each of the demagogues, whom he makes in the play to come up from hell, upon Pericles being named last, exclaims,—
And a third, Eupolis, in the comedy called the Demi, in a series of questions about each of the demagogues, whom he makes in the play to come up from hell, upon Pericles being named last, exclaims,—
And here by way of summary, now we’ve done,
Behold, in brief, the heads of all in one.
And here, to sum it all up, now we're finished,
Look, in short, the main points all in one.
The master that taught him music, most authors are agreed, was Damon (whose name, they say, ought to be pronounced with the first syllable short). Though Aristotle tells us that he was thoroughly practiced in all accomplishments of this kind by Pythoclides. Damon, it is not unlikely, being a sophist, out of policy, sheltered himself under the profession of music to conceal from people in general his skill in other things, and under this pretense attended Pericles, the young athlete of politics, so to say, as his training-master in these exercises. Damon’s lyre, however, did not prove altogether a successful blind; he was banished the country by ostracism for ten years, as a dangerous intermeddler and a favorer of arbitrary power, and, by this means, gave the stage occasion to play upon him. As, for instance, Plato, the comic poet, introduces a character, who questions him —
The music teacher most agree was Damon (whose name, they say, should be pronounced with the first syllable short). Although Aristotle tells us that he was well-trained in all areas of music by Pythoclides, it seems likely that Damon, being a sophist, used music as a cover to hide his skills in other areas. He accompanied Pericles, the rising star in politics, as his trainer in these matters. However, Damon's musical talents didn't completely disguise his nature; he was banished from the country for ten years due to ostracism, labeled a dangerous meddler and supporter of oppressive power, giving writers a chance to satirize him. For example, Plato, the comic poet, features a character who questions him —
Tell me, if you please,
Since you’re the Chiron who taught Pericles.
Tell me, if you don't mind,
Since you're the Chiron who taught Pericles.
Pericles, also, was a hearer of Zeno, the Eleatic, who treated of natural philosophy in the same manner as Parmenides did, but had also perfected himself in an art of his own for refuting and silencing opponents in argument; as Timon of Phlius describes it, —
Pericles was also a student of Zeno, the Eleatic, who discussed natural philosophy similarly to Parmenides but had also developed his own skill for refuting and silencing opponents in debates; as Timon of Phlius describes it, —
Also the two-edged tongue of mighty Zeno, who,
Say what one would, could argue it untrue.
Also the sharp tongue of powerful Zeno, who,
No matter what you said, could argue that it was false.
But he that saw most of Pericles, and furnished him most especially with a weight and grandeur of sense, superior to all arts of popularity, and in general gave him his elevation and sublimity of purpose and of character, was Anaxagoras of Clazomenae; whom the men of those times called by the name of Nous, that is, mind, or intelligence, whether in admiration of the great and extraordinary gift he displayed for the science of nature, or because that he was the first of the philosophers who did not refer the first ordering of the world to fortune or chance, nor to necessity or compulsion, but to a pure, unadulterated intelligence, which in all other existing mixed and compound things acts as a principle of discrimination, and of combination of like with like.
But the person who influenced Pericles the most, and especially provided him with a sense of weightiness and grandeur, surpassing all means of gaining popularity, and who generally contributed to his high purpose and character, was Anaxagoras of Clazomenae. People of that time called him Nous, meaning mind or intelligence, either out of admiration for his remarkable talent in understanding nature or because he was the first philosopher to attribute the world's order not to chance or randomness, nor to necessity or force, but to a pure, untainted intelligence, which acts as a guiding principle for discrimination and the combination of similar things in all existing mixed and compound elements.
For this man, Pericles entertained an extraordinary esteem and admiration, and, filling himself with this lofty, and, as they call it, up-in-the-air sort of thought, derived hence not merely, as was natural, elevation of purpose and dignity of language, raised far above the base and dishonest buffooneries of mob-eloquence, but, besides this, a composure of countenance, and a serenity and calmness in all his movements, which no occurrence whilst he was speaking could disturb, a sustained and even tone of voice, and various other advantages of a similar kind, which produced the greatest effect on his hearers. Once, after being reviled and ill-spoken of all day long in his own hearing by some vile and abandoned fellow in the open marketplace, where he was engaged in the dispatch of some urgent affair, he continued his business in perfect silence, and in the evening returned home composedly, the man still dogging him at the heels, and pelting him all the way with abuse and foul language; and stepping into his house, it being by this time dark, he ordered one of his servants to take a light, and to go along with the man and see him safe home. Ion, it is true, the dramatic poet, says that Pericles’s manner in company was somewhat over-assuming and pompous; and that into his high bearing there entered a good deal of slightingness and scorn of others; he reserves his commendation for Cimon’s ease and pliancy and natural grace in society. Ion, however, who must needs make virtue, like a show of tragedies, include some comic scenes, we shall not altogether rely upon; Zeno used to bid those who called Pericles’s gravity the affectation of a charlatan, to go and affect the like themselves; inasmuch as this mere counterfeiting might in time insensibly instill into them a real love and knowledge of those noble qualities.
Pericles had a remarkable admiration for this man, and, filled with lofty thoughts, he gained not just a higher purpose and dignified language, far removed from the crude and dishonest antics of the masses, but also a calm demeanor and a serenity in all his actions that nothing could disrupt while he spoke. He maintained a steady tone of voice and other similar advantages that had a profound impact on his audience. Once, after being insulted and verbally attacked all day long by a despicable man in the open marketplace, where he was busy with urgent matters, he carried on with his work in complete silence. In the evening, he returned home calmly, with the man still following him and hurling insults all the way. When he reached his house, it was already dark, and he instructed one of his servants to take a light and escort the man home safely. Ion, the dramatic poet, claims that Pericles had a somewhat arrogant and pompous demeanor in social settings, suggesting that his refined bearing came with a measure of disdain for others; he praises Cimon for his ease, flexibility, and natural charm. However, we shouldn't entirely depend on Ion, as he seems to blend virtue with tragic drama and comic elements. Zeno used to tell those who labeled Pericles’s seriousness as the affectation of a fraud to go and mimic it themselves, since this imitation might gradually instill in them a genuine appreciation and understanding of those noble qualities.
Nor were these the only advantages which Pericles derived from Anaxagoras’s acquaintance; he seems also to have become, by his instructions, superior to that superstition with which an ignorant wonder at appearances, for example, in the heavens possesses the minds of people unacquainted with their causes, eager for the supernatural, and excitable through an inexperience which the knowledge of natural causes removes, replacing wild and timid superstition by the good hope and assurance of an intelligent piety.
Nor were these the only benefits Pericles gained from knowing Anaxagoras; he also seems to have become, through his teachings, free from the superstition that often grips the minds of those who are ignorant and easily amazed by things like the phenomena in the sky. This wonder comes from a lack of understanding of their causes, leading them to seek the supernatural and become anxious due to their inexperience. In contrast, understanding natural causes replaces wild and fearful superstition with a sense of hope and confidence rooted in intelligent faith.
There is a story, that once Pericles had brought to him from a country farm of his, a ram’s head with one horn, and that Lampon, the diviner, upon seeing the horn grow strong and solid out of the midst of the forehead, gave it as his judgment, that, there being at that time two potent factions, parties, or interests in the city, the one of Thucydides and the other of Pericles, the government would come about to that one of them in whose ground or estate this token or indication of fate had shown itself. But that Anaxagoras, cleaving the skull in sunder, showed to the bystanders that the brain had not filled up its natural place, but being oblong, like an egg, had collected from all parts of the vessel which contained it, in a point to that place from whence the root of the horn took its rise. And that, for that time, Anaxagoras was much admired for his explanation by those that were present; and Lampon no less a little while after, when Thucydides was overpowered, and the whole affairs of the state and government came into the hands of Pericles.
There’s a story that once Pericles brought a ram’s head with a single horn from one of his country farms, and when Lampon, the diviner, saw the strong and solid horn in the middle of the forehead, he declared that, since there were two powerful factions in the city at that time—one led by Thucydides and the other by Pericles—the government would eventually be taken over by the faction associated with this sign from fate. However, Anaxagoras, splitting open the skull, showed onlookers that the brain hadn’t fully filled its natural space; instead, it was elongated, like an egg, gathering from all areas of the skull towards the spot where the horn originated. Anaxagoras was greatly admired for his explanation by those present, and Lampon was also respected shortly after when Thucydides was defeated, and Pericles took control of the state and government.
And yet, in my opinion, it is no absurdity to say that they were both in the right, both natural philosopher and diviner, one justly detecting the cause of this event, by which it was produced, the other the end for which it was designed. For it was the business of the one to find out and give an account of what it was made, and in what manner and by what means it grew as it did; and of the other to foretell to what end and purpose it was so made, and what it might mean or portend. Those who say that to find out the cause of a prodigy is in effect to destroy its supposed signification as such, do not take notice that, at the same time, together with divine prodigies, they also do away with signs and signals of human art and concert, as, for instance, the clashings of quoits, fire-beacons, and the shadows on sun-dials, every one of which things has its cause, and by that cause and contrivance is a sign of something else. But these are subjects, perhaps, that would better befit another place.
And yet, in my opinion, it’s not unreasonable to say that both the natural philosopher and the diviner were right. One effectively identified the cause behind this event and how it happened, while the other figured out the purpose for which it was intended. One was focused on discovering and explaining what it was made of, how it developed, and through what means it grew as it did; the other was aimed at predicting its ultimate purpose and what it could indicate or signify. Those who argue that uncovering the cause of a prodigy essentially removes its supposed significance don’t realize that, in doing so, they also dismiss the signs and signals created by human effort and design, like the sounds of quoits, fire beacons, and shadows on sundials—each of which has its cause and serves as a sign of something else. But these are topics that might be better suited for another discussion.
Pericles, while yet but a young man, stood in considerable apprehension of the people, as he was thought in face and figure to be very like the tyrant Pisistratus, and those of great age remarked upon the sweetness of his voice, and his volubility and rapidity in speaking, and were struck with amazement at the resemblance. Reflecting, too, that he had a considerable estate, and was descended of a noble family, and had friends of great influence, he was fearful all this might bring him to be banished as a dangerous person; and for this reason meddled not at all with state affairs, but in military service showed himself of a brave and intrepid nature. But when Aristides was now dead, and Themistocles driven out, and Cimon was for the most part kept abroad by the expeditions he made in parts out of Greece, Pericles, seeing things in this posture, now advanced and took his side, not with the rich and few, but with the many and poor, contrary to his natural bent, which was far from democratical; but, most likely, fearing he might fall under suspicion of aiming at arbitrary power, and seeing Cimon on the side of the aristocracy, and much beloved by the better and more distinguished people, he joined the party of the people, with a view at once both to secure himself and procure means against Cimon.
Pericles, even as a young man, was quite apprehensive of the people because he was thought to resemble the tyrant Pisistratus in both appearance and stature. Older folks remarked on the sweetness of his voice, along with his fluency and speed in speaking, and they were amazed by the resemblance. Considering that he had a substantial estate, came from a noble family, and had influential friends, he was worried that all of this might lead to his banishment as a threat. For this reason, he stayed out of political matters but proved himself brave and fearless in military service. However, after the death of Aristides and the exile of Themistocles, with Cimon largely occupied with expeditions beyond Greece, Pericles saw the situation changing. He decided to align himself not with the rich and powerful but with the common people, which was against his natural inclination, as he wasn't inherently democratic. Most likely, he was concerned about appearing to seek absolute power and, seeing Cimon aligned with the aristocrats and well-liked by the elite, he chose to support the populace to secure his position and find a way to counter Cimon.
He immediately entered, also, on quite a new course of life and management of his time. For he was never seen to walk in any street but that which led to the marketplace and the council-hall, and he avoided invitations of friends to supper, and all friendly visiting and intercourse whatever; in all the time he had to do with the public, which was not a little, he was never known to have gone to any of his friends to a supper, except that once when his near kinsman Euryptolemus married, he remained present till the ceremony of the drink-offering, and then immediately rose from table and went his way. For these friendly meetings are very quick to defeat any assumed superiority, and in intimate familiarity an exterior of gravity is hard to maintain. Real excellence, indeed, is most recognized when most openly looked into; and in really good men, nothing which meets the eyes of external observers so truly deserves their admiration, as their daily common life does that of their nearer friends. Pericles, however, to avoid any feeling of commonness, or any satiety on the part of the people, presented himself at intervals only, not speaking to every business, nor at all times coming into the assembly, but, as Critolaus says, reserving himself, like the Salaminian galley, for great occasions, while matters of lesser importance were dispatched by friends or other speakers under his direction. And of this number we are told Ephialtes made one, who broke the power of the council of Areopagus, giving the people, according to Plato’s expression, so copious and so strong a draught of liberty, that, growing wild and unruly, like an unmanageable horse, it, as the comic poets say, —
He quickly started on a completely new path in life and how he managed his time. He was only seen walking in the street that led to the marketplace and the council hall, and he turned down his friends' invitations for dinner, avoiding all social visits and gatherings altogether. During all his public engagements, which were quite a lot, he was never known to have gone out for dinner with friends, except for the one time his close relative Euryptolemus got married. He stayed until the drink-offering ceremony and then promptly left the table. These friendly gatherings often undermine any pretended superiority, and when in close company, it’s difficult to maintain a serious demeanor. True excellence is best recognized when it’s openly observed; in genuinely good people, nothing that catches the eye of casual observers deserves admiration as much as their normal daily lives do from their close friends. However, Pericles, to avoid appearing ordinary or causing boredom among the people, only presented himself at intervals. He didn’t address every issue or attend all assemblies, but, as Critolaus notes, reserved himself for significant occasions, while lesser matters were handled by friends or other speakers on his behalf. Among those was Ephialtes, who dismantled the power of the council of Areopagus, giving the people, as Plato described, such a hefty and potent dose of freedom that they became wild and unmanageable, like a difficult horse, as the comic poets put it—
“ — got beyond all keeping in,
Champing at Euboea, and among the islands leaping in.”
“ — couldn’t hold it in any longer,
Champing at Euboea, and jumping around the islands.”
The style of speaking most consonant to his form of life and the dignity of his views he found, so to say, in the tones of that instrument with which Anaxagoras had furnished him; of his teaching he continually availed himself, and deepened the colors of rhetoric with the dye of natural science. For having, in addition to his great natural genius, attained, by the study of nature, to use the words of the divine Plato, this height of intelligence, and this universal consummating power, and drawing hence whatever might be of advantage to him in the art of speaking, he showed himself far superior to all others. Upon which account, they say, he had his nickname given him, though some are of opinion he was named the Olympian from the public buildings with which he adorned the city; and others again, from his great power in public affairs, whether of war or peace. Nor is it unlikely that the confluence of many attributes may have conferred it on him. However, the comedies represented at the time, which, both in good earnest and in merriment, let fly many hard words at him, plainly show that he got that appellation especially from his speaking; they speak of his “thundering and lightning” when he harangued the people, and of his wielding a dreadful thunderbolt in his tongue.
The way he spoke matched his lifestyle and the seriousness of his beliefs, which he found reflected in the instrument Anaxagoras had given him. He made full use of his teachings and enriched his rhetoric with insights from natural science. With his natural talent and, as the great Plato put it, his high level of intelligence and all-encompassing power developed through studying nature, he was able to draw on whatever would help him in the art of speaking, making him stand out from everyone else. That's why they say he earned his nickname, although some believe he was called the Olympian because of the impressive buildings he contributed to in the city, while others think it was due to his strong influence in public matters, whether in war or peace. It's also possible that a mix of many qualities led to his nickname. However, the comedies of the time, which both seriously and humorously threw around harsh words at him, clearly indicate that he was especially known for his speaking style; they referred to his “thundering and lightning” when he addressed the crowd and talked about him wielding a terrifying thunderbolt with his words.
A saying also of Thucydides, the son of Melesias, stands on record, spoken by him by way of pleasantry upon Pericles’s dexterity. Thucydides was one of the noble and distinguished citizens, and had been his greatest opponent; and, when Archidamus, the king of the Lacedaemonians, asked him whether he or Pericles were the better wrestler, he made this answer: “When I,” said he, “have thrown him and given him a fair fall, by persisting that he had no fall, he gets the better of me, and makes the bystanders, in spite of their own eyes, believe him.” The truth, however, is, that Pericles himself was very careful what and how he was to speak, insomuch that, whenever he went up to the hustings, he prayed the gods that no one word might unawares slip from him unsuitable to the matter and the occasion.
A saying attributed to Thucydides, son of Melesias, is recorded, where he jokingly commented on Pericles's skill. Thucydides was a prominent and respected citizen and had been Pericles's biggest rival. When Archidamus, the king of the Lacedaemonians, asked him who was the better wrestler, he replied, “When I throw him and give him a fair fall, he still claims he hasn’t fallen, and he convinces everyone watching, despite what they see.” The truth is, Pericles was very careful about what and how he spoke, to the extent that every time he went to make a speech, he prayed to the gods that he wouldn’t accidentally let slip a word that was inappropriate for the situation.
He has left nothing in writing behind him, except some decrees; and there are but very few of his sayings recorded; one, for example, is, that he said Aegina must, like a gathering in a man’s eye, be removed from Piraeus; and another, that he said he saw already war moving on its way towards them out of Peloponnesus. Again, when on a time Sophocles, who was his fellow-commissioner in the generalship, was going on board with him, and praised the beauty of a youth they met with in the way to the ship, “Sophocles,” said he, “a general ought not only to have clean hands, but also clean eyes.” And Stesimbrotus tells us, that, in his encomium on those who fell in battle at Samos, he said they were become immortal, as the gods were. “For,” said he, “we do not see them themselves, but only by the honors we pay them, and by the benefits they do us, attribute to them immortality; and the like attributes belong also to those that die in the service of their country.”
He has left behind nothing in writing, except for some decrees, and very few of his sayings are recorded. One example is when he mentioned that Aegina should, like a speck in a person's eye, be removed from Piraeus. Another instance is when he claimed that he already saw war approaching from Peloponnesus. Another time, when Sophocles, who was his co-commissioner in the generalship, was boarding with him and complimented the beauty of a young man they encountered on the way to the ship, he replied, “Sophocles, a general should not only have clean hands but also clean eyes.” Stesimbrotus tells us that in his tribute to those who fell in battle at Samos, he remarked that they had become immortal, like the gods. “For,” he said, “we do not see them themselves, but only through the honors we give them and the benefits they provide us, we attribute immortality to them; and the same applies to those who die in service to their country.”
Since Thucydides describes the rule of Pericles as an aristocratical government, that went by the name of a democracy, but was, indeed, the supremacy of a single great man, while many others say, on the contrary, that by him the common people were first encouraged and led on to such evils as appropriations of subject territory; allowances for attending theaters, payments for performing public duties, and by these bad habits were, under the influence of his public measures, changed from a sober, thrifty people, that maintained themselves by their own labors, to lovers of expense, intemperance, and license, let us examine the cause of this change by the actual matters of fact.
Since Thucydides describes Pericles's leadership as an aristocratic government that was called a democracy but was really the dominance of one powerful individual, while others argue that he was the first to encourage the common people to engage in negative behaviors like taking over conquered lands, receiving pay for attending theaters, and getting compensated for performing public duties, which led to these harmful habits. Under his influence, the people transformed from a disciplined and hardworking society that supported themselves through their own efforts into a group that embraced extravagance, excess, and freedom. Let's look into the reasons behind this change based on actual facts.
At the first, as has been said, when he set himself against Cimon’s great authority, he did caress the people. Finding himself come short of his competitor in wealth and money, by which advantages the other was enabled to take care of the poor, inviting every day some one or other of the citizens that was in want to supper, and bestowing clothes on the aged people, and breaking down the hedges and enclosures of his grounds, that all that would might freely gather what fruit they pleased, Pericles, thus outdone in popular arts, by the advice of one Damonides of Oea, as Aristotle states, turned to the distribution of the public moneys; and in a short time having bought the people over, what with moneys allowed for shows and for service on juries, and what with other forms of pay and largess, he made use of them against the council of Areopagus, of which he himself was no member, as having never been appointed by lot either chief archon, or lawgiver, or king, or captain. For from of old these offices were conferred on persons by lot, and they who had acquitted themselves duly in the discharge of them were advanced to the court of Areopagus. And so Pericles, having secured his power and interest with the populace, directed the exertions of his party against this council with such success, that most of those causes and matters which had been used to be tried there, were, by the agency of Ephialtes, removed from its cognizance, Cimon, also, was banished by ostracism as a favorer of the Lacedaemonians and a hater of the people, though in wealth and noble birth he was among the first, and had won several most glorious victories over the barbarians, and had filled the city with money and spoils of war; as is recorded in the history of his life. So vast an authority had Pericles obtained among the people.
At first, as mentioned, when he challenged Cimon’s significant influence, he did charm the people. Realizing he couldn’t compete with Cimon’s wealth, which allowed the latter to support the poor by inviting citizens in need to dinner, giving clothes to the elderly, and opening his property so anyone could freely pick fruit, Pericles, feeling outmatched in popular appeal, followed the advice of Damonides from Oea, as Aristotle notes, and focused on distributing public funds. In no time, by offering money for entertainment and jury service as well as various other payments and benefits, he garnered support from the people against the council of Areopagus, even though he himself was never selected by lot for any high office like chief archon, lawgiver, king, or captain. Historically, those roles were assigned by lot, and only those who performed well in them were elevated to the Areopagus court. Thus, having secured his power and backing from the populace, Pericles targeted this council with such effectiveness that most cases previously tried there were, through Ephialtes' influence, taken away from its jurisdiction. Cimon was also exiled through ostracism for being a supporter of the Lacedaemonians and a detractor of the people, despite being among the wealthiest and of noble birth, having achieved several glorious victories over barbarians and filled the city with wealth and war spoils, as recorded in his life story. Pericles gained immense authority among the people.
The ostracism was limited by law to ten years; but the Lacedaemonians, in the mean time, entering with a great army into the territory of Tanagra, and the Athenians going out against them, Cimon, coming from his banishment before his time was out, put himself in arms and array with those of his fellow-citizens that were of his own tribe, and desired by his deeds to wipe off the suspicion of his favoring the Lacedaemonians, by venturing his own person along with his country-men. But Pericles’s friends, gathering in a body, forced him to retire as a banished man. For which cause also Pericles seems to have exerted himself more in that than in any battle, and to have been conspicuous above all for his exposure of himself to danger. All Cimon’s friends, also, to a man, fell together side by side, whom Pericles had accused with him of taking part with the Lacedaemonians. Defeated in this battle on their own frontiers, and expecting a new and perilous attack with return of spring, the Athenians now felt regret and sorrow for the loss of Cimon, and repentance for their expulsion of him. Pericles, being sensible of their feelings, did not hesitate or delay to gratify it, and himself made the motion for recalling him home. He, upon his return, concluded a peace betwixt the two cities; for the Lacedaemonians entertained as kindly feelings towards him as they did the reverse towards Pericles and the other popular leaders.
The banishment was legally limited to ten years, but while this was happening, the Spartans invaded the territory of Tanagra with a large army, prompting the Athenians to respond. Cimon, returning from exile before his time was up, armed himself and joined forces with his fellow tribesmen to prove he wasn’t in support of the Spartans. However, supporters of Pericles gathered and forced him to step back as if he were still banished. This is why Pericles seemed to be more active during this conflict than in any battle, standing out for putting himself in harm's way. All of Cimon’s supporters stood by him, having also been accused by Pericles of siding with the Spartans. After losing this battle on their own land and anticipating a new and dangerous attack with spring approaching, the Athenians began to regret their decision to expel Cimon. Recognizing their feelings, Pericles promptly moved to have him recalled. Upon his return, Cimon brokered a peace between the two cities, as the Spartans had a favorable view of him, in stark contrast to their feelings towards Pericles and the other democratic leaders.
Yet some there are who say that Pericles did not propose the order for Cimon’s return till some private articles of agreement had been made between them, and this by means of Elpinice, Cimon’s sister; that Cimon, namely, should go out to sea with a fleet of two hundred ships, and be commander-in-chief abroad, with a design to reduce the king of Persia’s territories, and that Pericles should have the power at home.
Yet some say that Pericles didn't suggest bringing Cimon back until some private agreements were made between them, with the help of Elpinice, Cimon's sister. Specifically, Cimon was to go to sea with a fleet of two hundred ships and serve as commander-in-chief abroad, aiming to reclaim the king of Persia's territories, while Pericles would have authority at home.
This Elpinice, it was thought, had before this time procured some favor for her brother Cimon at Pericles’s hands, and induced him to be more remiss and gentle in urging the charge when Cimon was tried for his life; for Pericles was one of the committee appointed by the commons to plead against him. And when Elpinice came and besought him in her brother’s behalf, he answered, with a smile, “O Elpinice, you are too old a woman to undertake such business as this.” But, when he appeared to impeach him, he stood up but once to speak, merely to acquit himself of his commission, and went out of court, having done Cimon the least prejudice of any of his accusers.
This Elpinice was believed to have previously secured some favor for her brother Cimon from Pericles, encouraging him to be more lenient and gentle in pursuing the charges when Cimon was on trial for his life; after all, Pericles was part of the committee chosen by the people to argue against him. When Elpinice came and pleaded with him on her brother’s behalf, he replied with a smile, “Oh Elpinice, you’re too old for this kind of thing.” However, when he did appear to accuse him, he only stood up once to speak, simply to fulfill his duty, and then left the courtroom, having caused Cimon the least harm of all his accusers.
How, then, can one believe Idomeneus, who charges Pericles as if he had by treachery procured the murder of Ephialtes, the popular statesman, one who was his friend, and of his own party in all his political course, out of jealousy, forsooth, and envy of his great reputation? This historian, it seems, having raked up these stories, I know not whence, has befouled with them a man who, perchance, was not altogether free from fault or blame, but yet had a noble spirit, and a soul that was bent on honor; and where such qualities are, there can no such cruel and brutal passion find harbor or gain admittance. As to Ephialtes, the truth of the story, as Aristotle has told it, is this: that having made himself formidable to the oligarchical party, by being an uncompromising asserter of the people’s rights in calling to account and prosecuting those who any way wronged them, his enemies, lying in wait for him, by the means of Aristodicus the Tanagraean, privately dispatched him.
How can anyone believe Idomeneus, who accuses Pericles as if he had secretly arranged for the murder of Ephialtes, the popular politician, who was his friend and an ally throughout his political career, just out of jealousy and envy of his great reputation? This historian seems to have dug up these stories from who knows where and tarnished the reputation of a man who, while not without his faults, had a noble spirit and a soul committed to honor; such qualities wouldn't allow for such a cruel and brutal passion to take root. Regarding Ephialtes, the truth of the matter, as Aristotle has described, is that he became a threat to the oligarchical faction by firmly standing up for the people’s rights and holding accountable those who wronged them. His enemies, lying in wait for him, arranged for his private assassination through Aristodicus the Tanagraean.
Cimon, while he was admiral, ended his days in the Isle of Cyprus. And the aristocratical party, seeing that Pericles was already before this grown to be the greatest and foremost man of all the city, but nevertheless wishing there should be somebody set up against him, to blunt and turn the edge of his power, that it might not altogether prove a monarchy, put forward Thucydides of Alopece, a discreet person, and a near kinsman of Cimon’s, to conduct the opposition against him; who, indeed, though less skilled in warlike affairs than Cimon was, yet was better versed in speaking and political business, and keeping close guard in the city, and engaging with Pericles on the hustings, in a short time brought the government to an equality of parties. For he would not suffer those who were called the honest and good (persons of worth and distinction) to be scattered up and down and mix themselves and be lost among the populace, as formerly, diminishing and obscuring their superiority amongst the masses; but taking them apart by themselves and uniting them in one body, by their combined weight he was able, as it were upon the balance, to make a counter-poise to the other party.
Cimon, while he was admiral, spent his final days on the Isle of Cyprus. The aristocratic faction, seeing that Pericles had already become the most prominent and powerful figure in the city, still wanted someone to challenge him and blunt the edge of his power to prevent it from becoming a monarchy. They put forward Thucydides of Alopece, a smart guy and a close relative of Cimon, to lead the opposition against him. Though he was less experienced in military matters than Cimon, he was more skilled in speaking and political affairs. By keeping a close eye on the city and competing with Pericles in elections, he quickly balanced the power between the parties. He wouldn't let those known as the honest and virtuous (people of worth and distinction) get scattered among the masses and lose their prominence, as had happened in the past. Instead, he brought them together as a united group, using their collective strength to create a counterbalance to the other party.
For, indeed, there was from the beginning a sort of concealed split, or seam, as it might be in a piece of iron, marking the different popular and aristocratical tendencies; but the open rivalry and contention of these two opponents made the gash deep, and severed the city into the two parties of the people and the few. And so Pericles, at that time more than at any other, let loose the reins to the people, and made his policy subservient to their pleasure, contriving continually to have some great public show or solemnity, some banquet, or some procession or other in the town to please them, coaxing his countrymen like children, with such delights and pleasures as were not, however, unedifying. Besides that every year he sent out threescore galleys, on board of which there went numbers of the citizens, who were in pay eight months, learning at the same time and practicing the art of seamanship.
From the very beginning, there was a hidden divide, like a seam in a piece of iron, showing the different popular and aristocratic tendencies. However, the open rivalry and conflict between these two sides deepened the divide, splitting the city into two factions: the people and the elite. During this time, Pericles more than ever allowed the people to have their way, making his policies cater to their desires. He constantly arranged grand public events, banquets, or processions in the city to entertain them, gently persuading his fellow citizens with delights and pleasures that were, nonetheless, instructive. Additionally, every year he sent out sixty ships, which carried many citizens who were paid for eight months, learning and practicing the skills of seamanship at the same time.
He sent, moreover, a thousand of them into the Chersonese as planters, to share the land among them by lot, and five hundred more into the isle of Naxos, and half that number to Andros, a thousand into Thrace to dwell among the Bisaltae, and others into Italy, when the city Sybaris, which now was called Thurii, was to be repeopled. And this he did to ease and discharge the city of an idle, and, by reason of their idleness, a busy, meddling crowd of people; and at the same time to meet the necessities and restore the fortunes of the poor townsmen, and to intimidate, also, and check their allies from attempting any change, by posting such garrisons, as it were, in the midst of them.
He also sent a thousand of them to the Chersonese as settlers, to divide the land among themselves by lot, five hundred more to the island of Naxos, and another two hundred and fifty to Andros, a thousand to Thrace to live among the Bisaltae, and others to Italy, when the city of Sybaris, now called Thurii, needed to be repopulated. He did this to relieve the city of a restless and, due to their idleness, meddlesome crowd of people; and at the same time to address the needs and restore the fortunes of the poor townspeople, and also to intimidate and deter their allies from trying any changes, by placing garrisons in their midst.
That which gave most pleasure and ornament to the city of Athens, and the greatest admiration and even astonishment to all strangers, and that which now is Greece’s only evidence that the power she boasts of and her ancient wealth are no romance or idle story, was his construction of the public and sacred buildings. Yet this was that of all his actions in the government which his enemies most looked askance upon and caviled at in the popular assemblies, crying out how that the commonwealth of Athens had lost its reputation and was ill-spoken of abroad for removing the common treasure of the Greeks from the isle of Delos into their own custody; and how that their fairest excuse for so doing, namely, that they took it away for fear the barbarians should seize it, and on purpose to secure it in a safe place, this Pericles had made unavailable, and how that “Greece cannot but resent it as an insufferable affront, and consider herself to be tyrannized over openly, when she sees the treasure, which was contributed by her upon a necessity for the war, wantonly lavished out by us upon our city, to gild her all over, and to adorn and set her forth, as it were some vain woman, hung round with precious stones and figures and temples, which cost a world of money.”
What brought the most joy and beauty to the city of Athens, and amazed even the most curious visitors, was his creation of public and sacred buildings. This was, however, the very act of his government that his opponents criticized the most in public meetings, claiming that Athens had lost its reputation and was speaking badly of itself abroad for moving the shared treasure of the Greeks from the island of Delos into their own control. They said that their best justification for doing so—namely, that they were afraid the barbarians would take it and wanted to secure it in a safe place—had been made invalid by Pericles. They argued that "Greece cannot help but feel it as a terrible offense and see herself as being openly oppressed when she observes the treasure, which was contributed out of necessity for the war, being lavishly spent on our city to decorate it, like a vain woman draped in jewels and ornate structures that cost a fortune."
Pericles, on the other hand, informed the people, that they were in no way obliged to give any account of those moneys to their allies, so long as they maintained their defense, and kept off the barbarians from attacking them; while in the meantime they did not so much as supply one horse or man or ship, but only found money for the service; “which money,” said he, “is not theirs that give it, but theirs that receive it, if so be they perform the conditions upon which they receive it.” And that it was good reason, that, now the city was sufficiently provided and stored with all things necessary for the war, they should convert the overplus of its wealth to such undertakings, as would hereafter, when completed, give them eternal honor, and, for the present, while in process, freely supply all the inhabitants with plenty. With their variety of workmanship and of occasions for service, which summon all arts and trades and require all hands to be employed about them, they do actually put the whole city, in a manner, into state-pay; while at the same time she is both beautified and maintained by herself. For as those who are of age and strength for war are provided for and maintained in the armaments abroad by their pay out of the public stock, so, it being his desire and design that the undisciplined mechanic multitude that stayed at home should not go without their share of public salaries, and yet should not have them given them for sitting still and doing nothing, to that end he thought fit to bring in among them, with the approbation of the people, these vast projects of buildings and designs of works, that would be of some continuance before they were finished, and would give employment to numerous arts, so that the part of the people that stayed at home might, no less than those that were at sea or in garrisons or on expeditions, have a fair and just occasion of receiving the benefit and having their share of the public moneys.
Pericles, on the other hand, informed the people that they were not obligated to account for that money to their allies, as long as they were defending themselves and keeping the barbarians from attacking them. Meanwhile, they didn’t contribute a single horse, man, or ship but only provided money for the service. “This money,” he said, “doesn’t belong to those who give it, but to those who receive it, if they fulfill the conditions for receiving it.” He argued that it made sense that now the city was sufficiently equipped and stocked with everything needed for war, they should use the surplus wealth for projects that would eventually earn them lasting honor and, in the meantime, freely provide all the residents with plenty. With their variety of craftsmanship and the demand for services that require all skills and trades, they effectively put the whole city on a public payroll, while at the same time beautifying and sustaining itself. Just as those capable of fighting are supported and paid through public funds for their military service abroad, he aimed to ensure that the untrained workforce at home wouldn't be left out of public salaries but wouldn’t receive them for doing nothing either. To address this, he decided to present these large construction projects and works to the people for approval, projects that would take time to complete and would employ many skills, so that those who stayed home could also have a fair opportunity to benefit and share in the public funds, just like those at sea or in garrisons or on expeditions.
The materials were stone, brass, ivory, gold, ebony cypress-wood; and the arts or trades that wrought and fashioned them were smiths and carpenters, molders, founders and braziers, stone-cutters, dyers, goldsmiths, ivory-workers, painters, embroiderers, turners; those again that conveyed them to the town for use, merchants and mariners and ship- masters by sea, and by land, cartwrights, cattle-breeders, waggoners, rope-makers, flax-workers, shoe-makers and leather-dressers, roadmakers, miners. And every trade in the same nature, as a captain in an army has his particular company of soldiers under him, had its own hired company of journeymen and laborers belonging to it banded together as in array, to be as it were the instrument and body for the performance of the service. Thus, to say all in a word, the occasions and services of these public works distributed plenty through every age and condition.
The materials included stone, brass, ivory, gold, and ebony cypress wood; and the craftspeople who created and shaped them were blacksmiths, carpenters, molders, founders, and metalworkers, as well as stone-cutters, dyers, goldsmiths, ivory carvers, painters, embroiderers, and turners. Those who transported these materials to the town for use were merchants, sailors, and ship captains by sea, and on land, there were cartwrights, cattle breeders, wagon drivers, rope makers, flax workers, shoemakers, leather workers, road builders, and miners. Every trade, much like a captain in an army with his specific company of soldiers, had its own group of hired workers and laborers organized together to perform their tasks. In short, the demands and services of these public projects provided abundance across every age and social group.
As then grew the works up, no less stately in size than exquisite in form, the workmen striving to outvie the material and the design with the beauty of their workmanship, yet the most wonderful thing of all was the rapidity of their execution. Undertakings, any one of which singly might have required, they thought, for their completion, several successions and ages of men, were every one of them accomplished in the height and prime of one man’s political service. Although they say, too, that Zeuxis once, having heard Agatharchus the painter boast of dispatching his work with speed and ease, replied, “I take a long time.” For ease and speed in doing a thing do not give the work lasting solidity or exactness of beauty; the expenditure of time allowed to a man’s pains beforehand for the production of a thing is repaid by way of interest with a vital force for its preservation when once produced. For which reason Pericles’s works are especially admired, as having been made quickly, to last long. For every particular piece of his work was immediately, even at that time, for its beauty and elegance, antique; and yet in its vigor and freshness looks to this day as if it were just executed. There is a sort of bloom of newness upon those works of his, preserving them from the touch of time, as if they had some perennial spirit and undying vitality mingled in the composition of them.
As the works progressed, they became not only grand in size but also stunning in form, with the craftsmen pushing themselves to surpass the materials and design with the quality of their workmanship. However, the most remarkable aspect was how quickly they were completed. Projects that individually could have taken many generations to finish were all accomplished during the peak of one man’s political career. It’s also said that Zeuxis once, after hearing Agatharchus the painter brag about finishing his work quickly and effortlessly, replied, “I take a long time.” This shows that speed and ease in completing a task don’t ensure lasting quality or beauty; the time invested in perfecting something pays off in its lasting strength and vitality after it’s created. For this reason, Pericles’s works are especially admired—they were made quickly but designed to last for ages. Each piece was, even at the time, considered beautiful and elegant in an antique sense, and yet its vibrancy and freshness still make it look like it was just completed. There’s a kind of fresh glow to his works that protects them from the passage of time, as if they have some enduring spirit and everlasting vitality woven into their creation.
Phidias had the oversight of all the works, and was surveyor-general, though upon the various portions other great masters and workmen were employed. For Callicrates and Ictinus built the Parthenon; the chapel at Eleusis, where the mysteries were celebrated, was begun by Coroebus, who erected the pillars that stand upon the floor or pavement, and joined them to the architraves; and after his death Metagenes of Xypete added the frieze and the upper line of columns; Xenocles of Cholargus roofed or arched the lantern on the top of the temple of Castor and Pollux; and the long wall, which Socrates says he himself heard Pericles propose to the people, was undertaken by Callicrates. This work Cratinus ridicules, as long in finishing, —
Phidias oversaw all the projects and served as the main architect, although other skilled masters and craftsmen worked on different parts. Callicrates and Ictinus built the Parthenon; Coroebus started the chapel at Eleusis, where the mysteries were held, erecting the pillars that are on the floor and connecting them to the architraves. After his death, Metagenes of Xypete added the frieze and the top row of columns; Xenocles of Cholargus constructed the dome on the temple of Castor and Pollux; and Callicrates took on the long wall that Socrates claimed he heard Pericles propose to the people. Cratinus mocked this project for taking so long to complete.
’Tis long since Pericles, if words would do it,
Talk’d up the wall; yet adds not one mite to it.
It’s been a long time since Pericles, if words could build it,
Talked about the wall; yet doesn’t add a single thing to it.
The Odeum, or music-room, which in its interior was full of seats and ranges of pillars, and outside had its roof made to slope and descend from one single point at the top, was constructed, we are told, in imitation of the king of Persia’s Pavilion; this likewise by Pericles’s order; which Cratinus again, in his comedy called The Thracian Women, made an occasion of raillery, —
The Odeum, or music room, was designed with plenty of seats and rows of pillars inside, while its roof sloped down from a single point at the top on the outside. It's said to have been built to mimic the king of Persia’s Pavilion, this was also ordered by Pericles. Cratinus later poked fun at it in his comedy called The Thracian Women, —
So, we see here,
Jupiter Long-pate Pericles appear,
Since ostracism time, he’s laid aside his head,
And wears the new Odeum in its stead.
So, we see here,
Jupiter Long-bearded Pericles appear,
Since the time of ostracism, he’s put aside his head,
And wears the new Odeum instead.
Pericles, also, eager for distinction, then first obtained the decree for a contest in musical skill to be held yearly at the Panathenaea, and he himself, being chosen judge, arranged the order and method in which the competitors should sing and play on the flute and on the harp. And both at that time, and at other times also, they sat in this music-room to see and hear all such trials of skill.
Pericles, also eager for recognition, was the first to get a decree for a yearly music competition at the Panathenaea. He was chosen as the judge and organized how the competitors should perform their singing, flute, and harp playing. During that time, as well as on other occasions, they would sit in this music room to watch and listen to all these skill contests.
The propylaea, or entrances to the Acropolis, were finished in five years’ time, Mnesicles being the principal architect. A strange accident happened in the course of building, which showed that the goddess was not averse to the work, but was aiding and cooperating to bring it to perfection. One of the artificers, the quickest and the handiest workman among them all, with a slip of his foot fell down from a great height, and lay in a miserable condition, the physicians having no hopes of his recovery. When Pericles was in distress about this, Minerva appeared to him at night in a dream, and ordered a course of treatment, which he applied, and in a short time and with great ease cured the man. And upon this occasion it was that he set up a brass statue of Minerva, surnamed Health, in the citadel near the altar, which they say was there before. But it was Phidias who wrought the goddess’s image in gold, and he has his name inscribed on the pedestal as the workman of it; and indeed the whole work in a manner was under his charge, and he had, as we have said already, the oversight over all the artists and workmen, through Pericles’s friendship for him; and this, indeed, made him much envied, and his patron shamefully slandered with stories, as if Phidias were in the habit of receiving, for Pericles’s use, freeborn women that came to see the works. The comic writers of the town, when they had got hold of this story, made much of it, and bespattered him with all the ribaldry they could invent, charging him falsely with the wife of Menippus, one who was his friend and served as lieutenant under him in the wars; and with the birds kept by Pyrilampes, an acquaintance of Pericles, who, they pretended, used to give presents of peacocks to Pericles’s female friends. And how can one wonder at any number of strange assertions from men whose whole lives were devoted to mockery, and who were ready at any time to sacrifice the reputation of their superiors to vulgar envy and spite, as to some evil genius, when even Stesimbrotus the Thasian has dared to lay to the charge of Pericles a monstrous and fabulous piece of criminality with his son’s wife? So very difficult a matter is it to trace and find out the truth of anything by history, when, on the one hand, those who afterwards write it find long periods of time intercepting their view, and, on the other hand, the contemporary records of any actions and lives, partly through envy and ill-will, partly through favor and flattery, pervert and distort truth.
The Propylaea, the entrance to the Acropolis, were completed in five years, with Mnesicles as the main architect. During construction, an unusual incident occurred that suggested the goddess was supportive of the project. One of the workers, the fastest and most skilled among them, slipped and fell from a great height, ending up in terrible condition, with doctors believing he wouldn't survive. Pericles, worried about this, had a dream one night where Minerva appeared to him and instructed him on a treatment plan, which he promptly followed, successfully healing the man in a short time. Because of this, he erected a brass statue of Minerva, known as Health, near the altar in the citadel, a statue that was said to have been there previously. Phidias crafted the goddess’s image in gold, with his name inscribed on the base as the creator; he effectively oversaw the entire project and all the artists and workers, due to Pericles’s friendship with him. This led to envy towards him and caused Pericles to be shamefully slandered with tales that Phidias would receive freeborn women for Pericles’s benefit. Local comedic writers seized on this rumor, mocking him and dishonestly linking him to the wife of Menippus, a friend and army officer under Pericles, and to the birds owned by Pyrilampes, an acquaintance of Pericles, who supposedly gifted peacocks to the women in Pericles's life. It’s no surprise that such bizarre allegations arise from individuals whose lives revolve around mockery, willing to tarnish the reputation of their superiors out of envy and spite. Even Stesimbrotus of Thasos accused Pericles of a scandalous and fantastical crime involving his son’s wife. It’s incredibly challenging to uncover historical truth when, on one hand, those who write later face long gaps in time that obscure their understanding, and on the other hand, contemporary accounts are often distorted by envy, malice, favoritism, and flattery.
When the orators, who sided with Thucydides and his party, were at one time crying out, as their custom was, against Pericles, as one who squandered away the public money, and made havoc of the state revenues, he rose in the open assembly and put the question to the people, whether they thought that he had laid out much; and they saying, “Too much, a great deal.” “Then,” said he, “since it is so, let the cost not go to your account, but to mine; and let the inscription upon the buildings stand in my name.” When they heard him say thus, whether it were out of a surprise to see the greatness of his spirit, or out of emulation of the glory of the works, they cried aloud, bidding him to spend on, and lay out what he thought fit from the public purse, and to spare no cost, till all were finished.
When the speakers who supported Thucydides and his group were shouting, as they usually did, against Pericles for wasting public funds and ruining the state’s finances, he stood up in the assembly and asked the people if they thought he had spent too much. They replied, “Absolutely, a lot too much.” He then said, “In that case, let the expense not be on your shoulders but on mine; and let my name be inscribed on the buildings.” When they heard him say this, whether out of surprise at his boldness or inspired by the grandeur of his projects, they shouted back, urging him to continue spending and to allocate whatever he deemed necessary from the public funds, and to spare no expense until everything was completed.
At length, coming to a final contest with Thucydides, which of the two should ostracize the other out of the country, and having gone through this peril, he threw his antagonist out, and broke up the confederacy that had been organized against him. So that now all schism and division being at an end, and the city brought to evenness and unity, he got all Athens and all affairs that pertained to the Athenians into his own hands, their tributes, their armies, and their galleys, the islands, the sea, and their wide-extended power, partly over other Greeks and partly over barbarians, and all that empire, which they possessed, founded and fortified upon subject nations and royal friendships and alliances.
Eventually, after a final showdown with Thucydides over who would ostracize the other from the city, and having successfully navigated this threat, he expelled his rival and dismantled the coalition that had been formed against him. With all factions and divisions eliminated, the city was restored to stability and unity. He gained control over all of Athens and everything related to the Athenians—its taxes, armies, ships, islands, seas, and vast influence, both over other Greeks and non-Greeks, along with the entire empire they had built, supported by subjugated nations and royal friendships and alliances.
After this he was no longer the same man he had been before, nor as tame and gentle and familiar as formerly with the populace, so as readily to yield to their pleasures and to comply with the desires of the multitude, as a steersman shifts with the winds. Quitting that loose, remiss, and, in some cases, licentious court of the popular will, he turned those soft and flowery modulations to the austerity of aristocratical and regal rule; and employing this uprightly and undeviatingly for the country’s best interests, he was able generally to lead the people along, with their own wills and consents, by persuading and showing them what was to be done; and sometimes, too, urging and pressing them forward extremely against their will, he made them, whether they would or no, yield submission to what was for their advantage. In which, to say the truth, he did but like a skillful physician, who, in a complicated and chronic disease, as he sees occasion, at one while allows his patient the moderate use of such things as please him, at another while gives him keen pains and drugs to work the cure. For there arising and growing up, as was natural, all manner of distempered feelings among a people which had so vast a command and dominion, he alone, as a great master, knowing how to handle and deal fitly with each one of them, and, in an especial manner, making that use of hopes and fears, as his two chief rudders, with the one to check the career of their confidence at any time, with the other to raise them up and cheer them when under any discouragement, plainly showed by this, that rhetoric, or the art of speaking, is, in Plato’s language, the government of the souls of men, and that her chief business is to address the affections and passions, which are as it were the strings and keys to the soul, and require a skillful and careful touch to be played on as they should be. The source of this predominance was not barely his power of language, but, as Thucydides assures us, the reputation of his life, and the confidence felt in his character; his manifest freedom from every kind of corruption, and superiority to all considerations of money. Notwithstanding he had made the city Athens, which was great of itself, as great and rich as can be imagined, and though he were himself in power and interest more than equal to many kings and absolute rulers, who some of them also bequeathed by will their power to their children, he, for his part, did not make the patrimony his father left him greater than it was by one drachma.
After this, he was no longer the same man he had been before, nor as gentle and familiar with the people as he used to be, easily giving in to their pleasures and wishes like a steersman adjusting to the winds. Leaving behind the loose and careless court of public opinion, he turned those soft and flowery tendencies into the strictness of aristocratic and royal rule. By doing so with honesty and consistency for the country's best interests, he was able to generally steer the people along, aligning their own wills and agreements with his guidance on what needed to be done; sometimes, even pushing them hard against their will, he made them submit to what would benefit them, whether they liked it or not. In truth, he acted much like a skilled doctor who, in a complex and chronic illness, sometimes lets his patient enjoy moderate pleasures, and at other times administers sharp pains and medicine to make them better. Naturally, all kinds of disturbed feelings arose among a populace that held so much power, but he alone, as a great master, knew how to manage each of them properly, especially by using hopes and fears as his two main tools—one to temper their confidence when necessary, and the other to encourage and uplift them when they faced discouragement. This clearly demonstrated that rhetoric, or the art of speaking, is, in Plato’s words, the governance of human souls, with its main task being to engage the emotions and passions, which are like the strings and keys of the soul that need a careful and skilled touch to be played correctly. The source of his influence was not just his skill with words, but, as Thucydides tells us, the reputation of his life and the trust people had in his character; his clear freedom from any form of corruption and his rise above all money considerations. Even though he had made Athens, a city already great in itself, as rich and powerful as one could imagine, and although he himself held power and influence equal to many kings and absolute rulers—some of whom passed their authority down to their children—he never increased the inheritance his father left him by even a single drachma.
Thucydides, indeed, gives a plain statement of the greatness of his power; and the comic poets, in their spiteful manner, more than hint at it, styling his companions and friends the new Pisistratidae, and calling on him to abjure any intention of usurpation, as one whose eminence was too great to be any longer proportionable to and compatible with a democracy or popular government. And Teleclides says the Athenians had surrendered up to him —
Thucydides straightforwardly acknowledges the extent of his power; meanwhile, the comic poets, in their sarcastic way, imply it by referring to his associates as the new Pisistratidae and urging him to give up any thought of seizing control, suggesting that his status was too significant to fit within a democracy or a popular government. Teleclides states that the Athenians had handed over to him —
The tribute of the cities, and with them, the cities too, to do with them as he pleases, and undo; To build up, if he likes, stone walls around a town; and again, if so he likes, to pull them down; Their treaties and alliances, power, empire, peace, and war, their wealth and their success forevermore.
The tribute from the cities, and along with that, the cities themselves, to manage them as he wants, and undo what he pleases; To build, if he wants, stone walls around a town; and similarly, if he decides, to tear them down; Their treaties and alliances, power, empire, peace, and war, their wealth and their success forever.
Nor was all this the luck of some happy occasion; nor was it the mere bloom and grace of a policy that flourished for a season; but having for forty years together maintained the first place among statesmen such as Ephialtes and Leocrates and Myronides and Cimon and Tolmides and Thucydides were, after the defeat and banishment of Thucydides, for no less than fifteen years longer, in the exercise of one continuous unintermitted command in the office, to which he was annually reelected, of General, he preserved his integrity unspotted; though otherwise he was not altogether idle or careless in looking after his pecuniary advantage; his paternal estate, which of right belonged to him, he so ordered that it might neither through negligence be wasted or lessened, nor yet, being so full of business as he was, cost him any great trouble or time with taking care of it; and put it into such a way of management as he thought to be the most easy for himself, and the most exact. All his yearly products and profits he sold together in a lump, and supplied his household needs afterward by buying everything that he or his family wanted out of the market. Upon which account, his children, when they grew to age, were not well pleased with his management, and the women that lived with him were treated with little cost, and complained of this way of housekeeping, where everything was ordered and set down from day to day, and reduced to the greatest exactness; since there was not there, as is usual in a great family and a plentiful estate, any thing to spare, or over and above; but all that went out or came in, all disbursements and all receipts, proceeded as it were by number and measure. His manager in all this was a single servant, Evangelus by name, a man either naturally gifted or instructed by Pericles so as to excel every one in this art of domestic economy.
This wasn't just a stroke of luck or a brief flourish of a successful policy; for forty years, he held the top position among leaders like Ephialtes, Leocrates, Myronides, Cimon, Tolmides, and Thucydides. Even after Thucydides was defeated and exiled, he continued to exercise uninterrupted leadership in the office of General, to which he was re-elected every year, for another fifteen years, maintaining his integrity throughout. That said, he wasn't completely idle or careless about his financial affairs; he managed his inherited estate in a way that prevented it from being wasted or diminished through negligence and ensured it didn't take up too much of his time, despite his busy schedule. He organized his estate management to be both simple for himself and precise. He sold all his yearly produce and profits in bulk and bought everything he and his family needed from the market afterward. Because of this management style, his children weren't happy as they grew older, and the women in his household received minimal spending, complaining about his method of running things, which was meticulously organized from day to day, leaving no spare resources, as is common in larger households with abundant estates. Every outgoing or incoming expense and revenue was tracked like it was by exact numbers and measurements. His sole assistant in all this was a servant named Evangelus, a man who was either naturally talented or trained by Pericles to be exceptional in the art of managing a household.
All this, in truth, was very little in harmony with Anaxagoras’s wisdom; if, indeed, it be true that he, by a kind of divine impulse and greatness of spirit, voluntarily quitted his house, and left his land to lie fallow and to be grazed by sheep like a common. But the life of a contemplative philosopher and that of an active statesman are, I presume, not the same thing; for the one merely employs, upon great and good objects of thought, an intelligence that requires no aid of instruments nor supply of any external materials; whereas the other, who tempers and applies his virtue to human uses, may have occasion for affluence, not as a matter of mere necessity, but as a noble thing; which was Pericles’s case, who relieved numerous poor citizens.
All of this, honestly, didn’t quite align with Anaxagoras's wisdom; if it’s true that he, driven by some sort of divine inspiration and great spirit, willingly left his home and let his land go to waste, letting sheep graze on it like it was common land. But I think the life of a contemplative philosopher and that of an active politician are not the same; one simply uses their intelligence for great and noble thoughts without needing tools or external resources, while the other, who applies their virtues for human benefit, may need wealth, not just out of necessity, but as a noble pursuit; this was the case for Pericles, who helped many poor citizens.
However, there is a story, that Anaxagoras himself, while Pericles was taken up with public affairs, lay neglected, and that, now being grown old, he wrapped himself up with a resolution to die for want of food; which being by chance brought to Pericles’s ear, he was horror-struck, and instantly ran thither, and used all the arguments and entreaties he could to him, lamenting not so much Anaxagoras’s condition as his own, should he lose such a counselor as he had found him to be; and that, upon this, Anaxagoras unfolded his robe, and showing himself, made answer: “Pericles,” said he, “even those who have occasion for a lamp supply it with oil.”
However, there's a story that Anaxagoras, while Pericles was busy with public matters, was neglected and, now old, decided to starve himself to death. When this happened to reach Pericles's ears, he was horrified and immediately rushed over, using every argument and plea he could to convince him, expressing sorrow not just for Anaxagoras's situation but for his own if he were to lose such a valuable advisor. At this, Anaxagoras opened his robe and revealed himself, responding: “Pericles,” he said, “even those who need a lamp fill it with oil.”
The Lacedaemonians beginning to show themselves troubled at the growth of the Athenian power, Pericles, on the other hand, to elevate the people’s spirit yet more, and to raise them to the thought of great actions, proposed a decree, to summon all the Greeks in what part soever, whether of Europe or Asia, every city, little as well as great, to send their deputies to Athens to a general assembly, or convention, there to consult and advise concerning the Greek temples which the barbarians had burnt down, and the sacrifices which were due from them upon vows they had made to their gods for the safety of Greece when they fought against the barbarians; and also concerning the navigation of the sea, that they might henceforward all of them pass to and fro and trade securely, and be at peace among themselves.
The Lacedaemonians started to worry about the rise of Athenian power. Meanwhile, Pericles aimed to boost the people's morale and inspire thoughts of great deeds. He proposed a decree to invite all Greeks, from every part of Europe and Asia, regardless of their city size, to send representatives to Athens for a general assembly. The purpose of this meeting was to discuss and plan for the Greek temples that had been burned down by the barbarians and to address the sacrifices owed for vows made to their gods for Greece's safety during their battles against the barbarians. Additionally, they aimed to discuss maritime navigation so that everyone could travel and trade securely, fostering peace among themselves.
Upon this errand, there were twenty men, of such as were above fifty years of age, sent by commission; five to summon the Ionians and Dorians in Asia, and the islanders as far as Lesbos and Rhodes; five to visit all the places in the Hellespont and Thrace, up to Byzantium; and other five besides these to go to Boeotia and Phocis and Peloponnesus, and from hence to pass through the Locrians over to the neighboring continent, as far as Acarnania and Ambracia; and the rest to take their course through Euboea to the Oetaeans and the Malian Gulf, and to the Achaeans of Phthiotis and the Thessalians; all of them to treat with the people as they passed, and to persuade them to come and take their part in the debates for settling the peace and jointly regulating the affairs of Greece.
On this mission, twenty men over fifty years old were sent by commission: five to call on the Ionians and Dorians in Asia, and the islanders up to Lesbos and Rhodes; five to visit all the locations in the Hellespont and Thrace, as far as Byzantium; and another five to go to Boeotia, Phocis, and Peloponnesus, then cross through the Locrians to the neighboring continent, reaching Acarnania and Ambracia; the rest would head through Euboea to the Oetaeans and the Malian Gulf, and to the Achaeans of Phthiotis and the Thessalians. They were all tasked with engaging the people along the way and persuading them to join the discussions aimed at establishing peace and collaboratively managing the affairs of Greece.
Nothing was effected, nor did the cities meet by their deputies, as was desired; the Lacedaemonians, as it is said, crossing the design underhand, and the attempt being disappointed and baffled first in Peloponnesus. I thought fit, however, to introduce the mention of it, to show the spirit of the man and the greatness of his thoughts.
Nothing was accomplished, nor did the cities gather through their representatives, as hoped; the Spartans, it seems, secretly sabotaged the plan, and the effort was frustrated and thwarted initially in the Peloponnesus. However, I thought it was important to bring it up to highlight the character of the man and the magnitude of his ideas.
In his military conduct, he gained a great reputation for wariness; he would not by his good-will engage in any fight which had much uncertainty or hazard; he did not envy the glory of generals whose rash adventures fortune favored with brilliant success, however they were admired by others; nor did he think them worthy his imitation, but always used to say to his citizens that, so far as lay in his power, they should continue immortal, and live forever. Seeing Tolmides, the son of Tolmaeus, upon the confidence of his former successes, and flushed with the honor his military actions had procured him, making preparation to attack the Boeotians in their own country, when there was no likely opportunity, and that he had prevailed with the bravest and most enterprising of the youth to enlist themselves as volunteers in the service, who besides his other force made up a thousand, he endeavored to withhold him and to advise him from it in the public assembly, telling him in a memorable saying of his, which still goes about, that, if he would not take Pericles’s advice, yet he would not do amiss to wait and be ruled by time, the wisest counselor of all. This saying, at that time, was but slightly commended; but within a few days after, when news was brought that Tolmides himself had been defeated and slain in battle near Coronea, and that many brave citizens had fallen with him, it gained him great repute as well as good-will among the people, for wisdom and for love of his countrymen.
In his military actions, he earned a strong reputation for being cautious; he wouldn’t engage in any battle that seemed too uncertain or risky just out of goodwill. He didn’t envy the glory of generals whose reckless exploits fortune rewarded with great success, no matter how much others admired them; he didn’t believe they were worth emulating. Instead, he would often tell his citizens that, as long as it was in his power, they should remain immortal and live forever. When he saw Tolmides, the son of Tolmaeus, overly confident from past victories and eager to attack the Boeotians in their territory without a promising opportunity, he noticed that Tolmides had convinced many courageous and adventurous young men to volunteer for the campaign, raising his forces to around a thousand. He tried to dissuade him in a public meeting, reminding him of a famous saying of his which is still quoted today: if he wouldn’t take Pericles’s advice, it wouldn’t hurt to wait and let time be the best counselor. At the moment, this advice was hardly appreciated, but just a few days later, when news came that Tolmides had been defeated and killed in battle near Coronea, along with many brave citizens, his counsel was praised, and he gained great respect and goodwill among the people for his wisdom and love for his fellow countrymen.
But of all his expeditions, that to the Chersonese gave most satisfaction and pleasure, having proved the safety of the Greeks who inhabited there. For not only by carrying along with him a thousand fresh citizens of Athens he gave new strength and vigor to the cities, but also by belting the neck of land, which joins the peninsula to the continent, with bulwarks and forts from sea to sea, he put a stop to the inroads of the Thracians, who lay all about the Chersonese, and closed the door against a continual and grievous war, with which that country had been long harassed, lying exposed to the encroachments and influx of barbarous neighbors, and groaning under the evils of a predatory population both upon and within its borders.
But of all his missions, the one to the Chersonese brought the most satisfaction and enjoyment, as it ensured the safety of the Greeks living there. Not only did he strengthen the cities by bringing along a thousand new citizens from Athens, but he also built walls and forts across the narrow strip of land connecting the peninsula to the mainland, stopping the attacks from the Thracians who surrounded the Chersonese. This pushed back the ongoing and exhausting conflict that had long troubled the region, which had been vulnerable to the invasions of hostile neighbors and suffering from the dangers posed by a predatory population both on and around its borders.
Nor was he less admired and talked of abroad for his sailing round the Peloponnesus, having set out from Pegae, or The Fountains, the port of Megara, with a hundred galleys. For he not only laid waste the sea- coast, as Tolmides had done before, but also, advancing far up into main land with the soldiers he had on board, by the terror of his appearance drove many within their walls; and at Nemea, with main force, routed and raised a trophy over the Sicyonians, who stood their ground and joined battle with him. And having taken on board a supply of soldiers into the galleys, out of Achaia, then in league with Athens he crossed with the fleet to the opposite continent, and, sailing along by the mouth of the river Achelous overran Acarnania, and shut up the Oeniadae within their city walls, and having ravaged and wasted their country, weighed anchor for home with the double advantage of having shown himself formidable to his enemies, and at the same time safe and energetic to his fellow-citizens; for there was not so much as any chance-miscarriage that happened, the whole voyage through, to those who were under his charge.
He was equally admired and talked about abroad for sailing around the Peloponnesus, having set out from Pegae, or The Fountains, the port of Megara, with a hundred ships. Not only did he devastate the coastline, like Tolmides had done before him, but he also advanced deep into the mainland with his soldiers, scaring many people back behind their walls. At Nemea, he fiercely defeated the Sicyonians, who stood their ground and fought against him, raising a trophy in victory. After taking on more soldiers from Achaia, which was allied with Athens, he crossed with his fleet to the opposing continent, sailing by the mouth of the Achelous River, overrunning Acarnania, and trapping the Oeniadae within their city walls. After ravaging their land, he set sail for home, gaining the double advantage of appearing formidable to his enemies while also being safe and effective for his fellow citizens; there was not even a single mishap during the entire voyage for those under his command.
Entering also the Euxine Sea with a large and finely equipped fleet, he obtained for the Greek cities any new arrangements they wanted, and entered into friendly relations with them; and to the barbarous nations, and kings and chiefs round about them, displayed the greatness of the power of the Athenians, their perfect ability and confidence to sail wherever they had a mind, and to bring the whole sea under their control. He left the Sinopians thirteen ships of war, with soldiers under the command of Lamachus, to assist them against Timesileus the tyrant; and when he and his accomplices had been thrown out, obtained a decree that six hundred of the Athenians that were willing should sail to Sinope and plant themselves there with the Sinopians, sharing among them the houses and land which the tyrant and his party had previously held.
Entering the Black Sea with a large and well-equipped fleet, he arranged whatever new agreements the Greek cities wanted and established friendly relations with them. To the surrounding barbarian nations, kings, and leaders, he showcased the power of the Athenians, demonstrating their ability and confidence to sail wherever they desired and bring the entire sea under their control. He left the Sinopians thirteen warships, with soldiers led by Lamachus, to help them against the tyrant Timesileus. After Timesileus and his allies were ousted, he secured a decree allowing six hundred Athenians who were interested to sail to Sinope and settle there with the Sinopians, sharing the homes and land that the tyrant and his supporters had previously occupied.
But in other things he did not comply with the giddy impulses of the citizens, nor quit his own resolutions to follow their fancies, when, carried away with the thought of their strength and great success, they were eager to interfere again in Egypt, and to disturb the king of Persia’s maritime dominions. Nay, there were a good many who were, even then, possessed with that unblessed and inauspicious passion for Sicily, which afterward the orators of Alcibiades’s party blew up into a flame. There were some also who dreamt of Tuscany and of Carthage, and not without plausible reason in their present large dominion and the prosperous course of their affairs.
But in other matters, he didn’t give in to the wild impulses of the citizens, nor abandon his own plans to follow their whims, even when they were excited by their strength and recent victories, eager to get involved in Egypt again and disrupt the Persian king’s maritime territories. In fact, there were quite a few who were already consumed by that cursed and ill-fated desire for Sicily, which later the speakers of Alcibiades’s faction fanned into a full-blown obsession. There were also some who fantasized about Tuscany and Carthage, and not without reasonable cause given their current vast empire and the successful trajectory of their affairs.
But Pericles curbed this passion for foreign conquest, and unsparingly pruned and cut down their ever busy fancies for a multitude of undertakings; and directed their power for the most part to securing and consolidating what they had already got, supposing it would be quite enough for them to do, if they could keep the Lacedaemonians in check; to whom he entertained all along a sense of opposition; which, as upon many other occasions, so he particularly showed by what he did in the time of the holy war. The Lacedaemonians, having gone with an army to Delphi, restored Apollo’s temple, which the Phocians had got into their possession, to the Delphians; immediately after their departure, Pericles, with another army, came and restored the Phocians. And the Lacedaemonians having engraven the record of their privilege of consulting the oracle before others, which the Delphians gave them, upon the forehead of the brazen wolf which stands there, he, also, having received from the Phocians the like privilege for the Athenians, had it cut upon the same wolf of brass on his right side.
But Pericles restrained their desire for foreign conquest and decisively trimmed down their constant ideas for numerous projects. He mostly directed their energy toward securing and consolidating what they already had, believing it was sufficient for them to keep the Lacedaemonians in check, with whom he always felt a sense of rivalry. This was notably demonstrated during the holy war. The Lacedaemonians had gone to Delphi with an army and restored Apollo’s temple, which the Phocians had taken over, back to the Delphians. Soon after they left, Pericles arrived with another army and returned the temple to the Phocians. The Lacedaemonians engraved their privilege to consult the oracle before others, granted by the Delphians, on the forehead of the bronze wolf that stands there. In response, Pericles received a similar privilege for the Athenians from the Phocians and had it inscribed on the same bronze wolf, on its right side.
That he did well and wisely in thus restraining the exertions of the Athenians within the compass of Greece, the events themselves that happened afterward bore sufficient witness. For, in the first place, the Euboeans revolted, against whom he passed over with forces; and then, immediately after, news came that the Megarians were turned their enemies, and a hostile army was upon the borders of Attica, under the conduct of Plistoanax, king of the Lacedaemonians. Wherefore Pericles came with his army back again in all haste out of Euboea, to meet the war which threatened at home; and did not venture to engage a numerous and brave army eager for battle; but perceiving that Plistoanax was a very young man, and governed himself mostly by the counsel and advice of Cleandrides, whom the ephors had sent with him, by reason of his youth, to be a kind of guardian and assistant to him, he privately made trial of this man’s integrity, and, in a short time, having corrupted him with money, prevailed with him to withdraw the Peloponnesians out of Attica. When the army had retired and dispersed into their several states, the Lacedaemonians in anger fined their king in so large a sum of money, that, unable to pay it, he quitted Lacedaemon; while Cleandrides fled, and had sentence of death passed upon him in his absence. This was the father of Gylippus, who overpowered the Athenians in Sicily. And it seems that this covetousness was an hereditary disease transmitted from father to son; for Gylippus also afterwards was caught in foul practices, and expelled from Sparta for it. But this we have told at large in the account of Lysander.
He did well and wisely by keeping the Athenians' efforts within Greece, as later events proved. First, the Euboeans revolted, prompting him to take action with his forces. Soon after, he learned that the Megarians had turned against them and that a hostile army was on the borders of Attica, led by Plistoanax, king of the Lacedaemonians. Because of this, Pericles quickly returned from Euboea with his army to confront the war approaching at home. He didn't engage the large and eager army right away; instead, noticing that Plistoanax was quite young and mostly relied on the advice of Cleandrides—appointed by the ephors as a sort of guardian due to Plistoanax's youth—he discreetly tested Cleandrides' integrity. In a short time, he bribed him to withdraw the Peloponnesians from Attica. Once the army had retreated to their respective states, the Lacedaemonians, in anger, fined their king an enormous sum, which he couldn't pay, leading to his departure from Lacedaemon. Meanwhile, Cleandrides fled and was sentenced to death in his absence. This was the father of Gylippus, who later defeated the Athenians in Sicily. It seems greed was a hereditary trait passed down, as Gylippus himself was also later caught in wrongdoing and expelled from Sparta for it. However, we cover this in detail in the account of Lysander.
When Pericles, in giving up his accounts of this expedition, stated a disbursement of ten talents, as laid out upon fit occasion, the people, without any question, nor troubling themselves to investigate the mystery, freely allowed of it. And some historians, in which number is Theophrastus the philosopher, have given it as a truth that Pericles every year used to send privately the sum of ten talents to Sparta, with which he complimented those in office, to keep off the war; not to purchase peace neither, but time, that he might prepare at leisure, and be the better able to carry on war hereafter.
When Pericles reported on this expedition and mentioned expenses of ten talents, the people accepted it without question or bothering to look into the details. Some historians, including the philosopher Theophrastus, claim that Pericles used to send ten talents to Sparta every year as a gift to those in power to delay war—not to buy peace, but to buy time, allowing him to prepare and be better equipped for future conflicts.
Immediately after this, turning his forces against the revolters, and passing over into the island of Euboea with fifty sail of ships and five thousand men in arms, he reduced their cities, and drove out the citizens of the Chalcidians, called Hippobotae, horse-feeders, the chief persons for wealth and reputation among them; and removing all the Histiaeans out of the country, brought in a plantation of Athenians in their room; making them his one example of severity, because they had captured an Attic ship and killed all on board.
Immediately after this, he turned his forces against the rebels and sailed over to the island of Euboea with fifty ships and five thousand armed men. He conquered their cities and expelled the citizens of the Chalcidians, known as the Hippobotae, who were the wealthiest and most respected among them. He also removed all the Histiaeans from the area and replaced them with a settlement of Athenians, making them an example of his harshness because they had taken an Attic ship and killed everyone on board.
After this, having made a truce between the Athenians and Lacedaemonians for thirty years, he ordered, by public decree, the expedition against the Isle of Samos, on the ground, that, when they were bid to leave off their war with the Milesians, they had not complied. And as these measures against the Samians are thought to have been taken to please Aspasia, this may be a fit point for inquiry about the woman, what art or charming faculty she had that enabled her to captivate, as she did, the greatest statesmen, and to give the philosophers occasion to speak so much about her, and that, too, not to her disparagement. That she was a Milesian by birth, the daughter of Axiochus, is a thing acknowledged. And they say it was in emulation of Thargelia, a courtesan of the old Ionian times, that she made her addresses to men of great power. Thargelia was a great beauty, extremely charming, and at the same time sagacious; she had numerous suitors among the Greeks, and brought all who had to do with her over to the Persian interest, and by their means, being men of the greatest power and station, sowed the seeds of the Median faction up and down in several cities. Aspasia, some say, was courted and caressed by Pericles upon account of her knowledge and skill in politics. Socrates himself would sometimes go to visit her, and some of his acquaintance with him; and those who frequented her company would carry their wives with them to listen to her. Her occupation was any thing but creditable, her house being a home for young courtesans. Aeschines tells us also, that Lysicles, a sheep-dealer, a man of low birth and character, by keeping Aspasia company after Pericles’s death, came to be a chief man in Athens. And in Plato’s Menexenus, though we do not take the introduction as quite serious, still thus much seems to be historical, that she had the repute of being resorted to by many of the Athenians for instruction in the art of speaking. Pericles’s inclination for her seems, however, to have rather proceeded from the passion of love. He had a wife that was near of kin to him, who had been married first to Hipponicus, by whom she had Callias, surnamed the Rich; and also she brought Pericles, while she lived with him, two sons, Xanthippus and Paralus. Afterwards, when they did not well agree nor like to live together, he parted with her, with her own consent, to another man, and himself took Aspasia, and loved her with wonderful affection; every day, both as he went out and as he came in from the marketplace, he saluted and kissed her.
After this, having established a thirty-year truce between the Athenians and Lacedaemonians, he ordered, through a public decree, the campaign against the Isle of Samos, claiming that they had not stopped their war with the Milesians when asked to do so. Since these actions against the Samians are believed to have been taken to please Aspasia, it’s worth probing what qualities or charm she had that allowed her to captivate such prominent statesmen, inspiring philosophers to speak highly of her without any criticism. It is noted that she was born in Miletus, the daughter of Axiochus. They say she modeled her approach to men of power after Thargelia, a renowned courtesan from ancient Ionia. Thargelia was known for her beauty and charm, as well as her intelligence; she had many suitors among the Greeks and aligned those who associated with her to the Persian interests, consequently spreading the influence of the Median faction across several cities. Some claim that Aspasia caught the attention of Pericles because of her understanding and skills in politics. Socrates would sometimes visit her, along with some of his friends, and those who spent time with her would bring their wives to listen to her. Her profession was far from respectable, as her house served as a place for young courtesans. Aeschines also notes that Lysicles, a sheep dealer with low status and reputation, gained prominence in Athens by associating with Aspasia after Pericles's death. In Plato’s Menexenus, although the introduction is not entirely serious, it seems historically accurate that she was sought out by many Athenians for public speaking instruction. Pericles’s attraction to her, however, appears to have stemmed more from love. He had a wife who was his relative, previously married to Hipponicus, with whom she had Callias, known as the Rich. She also had two sons with Pericles, Xanthippus and Paralus, during their marriage. Eventually, as they struggled to get along, he parted ways with her—by mutual consent—to another man and took Aspasia as his partner, loving her deeply; every day, he greeted and kissed her when he left for and returned from the marketplace.
In the comedies she goes by the nicknames of the new Omphale and Deianira, and again is styled Juno. Cratinus, in downright terms, calls her a harlot.
In the comedies, she's known by the nicknames the new Omphale and Deianira, and she's also referred to as Juno. Cratinus flat-out calls her a harlot.
To find him a Juno the goddess of lust
Bore that harlot past shame,
Aspasia by name.
To find him a Juno, the goddess of desire
Bore that shameless woman,
Aspasia by name.
It should seem, also, that he had a son by her; Eupolis, in his Demi, introduced Pericles asking after his safety, and Myronides replying,
It should also seem that he had a son with her; Eupolis, in his Demi, shows Pericles asking about his safety, and Myronides responding,
“My son?” “He lives; a man he had been long,
But that the harlot-mother did him wrong.”
“My son?” “He’s alive; he was a man for a long time,
But that unfaithful mother did him wrong.”
Aspasia, they say, became so celebrated and renowned, that Cyrus also, who made war against Artaxerxes for the Persian monarchy, gave her whom he loved the best of all his concubines the name of Aspasia, who before that was called Milto. She was a Phocaean by birth, the daughter of one Hermotimus, and, when Cyrus fell in battle, was carried to the king, and had great influence at court. These things coming into my memory as I am writing this story, it would be unnatural for me to omit them.
Aspasia became so famous and well-known that Cyrus, who was fighting against Artaxerxes for the Persian throne, gave the name Aspasia to his favorite concubine, who had previously been called Milto. She was born in Phocaea and was the daughter of a man named Hermotimus. When Cyrus was killed in battle, she was taken to the king and had a lot of influence at court. As I recall these events while writing this story, it would be wrong for me to leave them out.
Pericles, however, was particularly charged with having proposed to the assembly the war against the Samians, from favor to the Milesians, upon the entreaty of Aspasia. For the two states were at war for the possession of Priene; and the Samians, getting the better, refused to lay down their arms and to have the controversy betwixt them decided by arbitration before the Athenians. Pericles, therefore, fitting out a fleet, went and broke up the oligarchical government at Samos, and, taking fifty of the principal men of the town as hostages, and as many of their children, sent them to the isle of Lemnos, there to be kept, though he had offers, as some relate, of a talent a piece for himself from each one of the hostages, and of many other presents from those who were anxious not to have a democracy. Moreover, Pissuthnes the Persian, one of the king’s lieutenants, bearing some good-will to the Samians, sent him ten thousand pieces of gold to excuse the city. Pericles, however, would receive none of all this; but after he had taken that course with the Samians which he thought fit, and set up a democracy among them, sailed back to Athens.
Pericles was specifically accused of proposing to the assembly the war against the Samians out of favoritism towards the Milesians, at the request of Aspasia. The two states were fighting over Priene, and since the Samians were winning, they refused to stop fighting and have the dispute resolved by arbitration in front of the Athenians. Therefore, Pericles prepared a fleet, went to Samos, dismantled the oligarchical government there, and took fifty of the city’s leading citizens and as many of their children as hostages, sending them to the island of Lemnos for safekeeping. He turned down offers, as some say, of a talent from each hostage for himself, along with many other gifts from those hoping to avoid a democratic government. Additionally, Pissuthnes the Persian, one of the king’s officers, sent him ten thousand gold coins to excuse the city, but Pericles rejected all of this. After taking the actions he deemed necessary with the Samians and establishing a democracy among them, he returned to Athens.
But they, however, immediately revolted, Pissuthnes having privily got away their hostages for them, and provided them with means for the war. Whereupon Pericles came out with a fleet a second time against them, and found them not idle nor slinking away, but manfully resolved to try for the dominion of the sea. The issue was, that, after a sharp sea-fight about the island called Tragia, Pericles obtained a decisive victory, having with forty-four ships routed seventy of the enemy’s, twenty of which were carrying soldiers.
But they quickly rebelled, as Pissuthnes secretly took their hostages and helped them prepare for war. In response, Pericles launched a fleet against them again and found them not hiding or fleeing, but determined to fight for control of the sea. The outcome was that, after a fierce sea battle near the island called Tragia, Pericles achieved a decisive victory, having defeated seventy of the enemy's ships with his forty-four, twenty of which were carrying troops.
Together with his victory and pursuit, having made himself master of the port, he laid siege to the Samians, and blocked them up, who yet, one way or other, still ventured to make sallies, and fight under the city walls. But after that another greater fleet from Athens was arrived, and that the Samians were now shut up with a close leaguer on every side, Pericles, taking with him sixty galleys, sailed out into the main sea, with the intention, as most authors give the account, to meet a squadron of Phoenician ships that were coming for the Samians’ relief, and to fight them at as great distance as could be from the island; but, as Stesimbrotus says, with a design of putting over to Cyprus; which does not seem to be probable. But whichever of the two was his intent, it seems to have been a miscalculation. For on his departure, Melissus, the son of Ithagenes, a philosopher, being at that time general in Samos, despising either the small number of the ships that were left or the inexperience of the commanders, prevailed with the citizens to attack the Athenians. And the Samians having won the battle, and taken several of the men prisoners, and disabled several of the ships, were masters of the sea, and brought into port all necessaries they wanted for the war, which they had not before. Aristotle says, too, that Pericles himself had been once before this worsted by this Melissus in a sea-fight.
After securing his victory and gaining control of the port, he laid siege to the Samians, who, despite being trapped, still attempted to make sorties and fight just outside the city walls. However, once a larger fleet from Athens arrived and surrounded the Samians completely, Pericles set sail with sixty galleys into open waters, intending—according to most accounts—to intercept a group of Phoenician ships coming to aid the Samians and engage them as far from the island as possible. But, as Stesimbrotus suggests, he might have aimed to head to Cyprus, though that seems unlikely. Regardless of his true intention, it appears he miscalculated. When he left, Melissus, the son of Ithagenes, a philosopher and the general in Samos at the time, disregarded the small number of ships left behind and the inexperience of the commanders, convincing the citizens to attack the Athenians. The Samians won the battle, captured several men, damaged many ships, gained control of the sea, and brought in all the supplies they needed for the war that they previously lacked. Aristotle also mentions that Pericles had previously been defeated by Melissus in a naval battle.
The Samians, that they might requite an affront which had before been put upon them, branded the Athenians, whom they took prisoners, in their foreheads, with the figure of an owl. For so the Athenians had marked them before with a Samaena, which is a sort of ship, low and flat in the prow, so as to look snub-nosed, but wide and large and well-spread in the hold, by which it both carries a large cargo and sails well. And it was so called, because the first of that kind was seen at Samos, having been built by order of Polycrates the tyrant. These brands upon the Samians’ foreheads, they say, are the allusion in the passage of Aristophanes, where he says, —
The Samians, wanting to get back at an earlier insult, branded the Athenians they captured with the image of an owl on their foreheads. This was in retaliation for the way the Athenians had previously marked them with a Samaena, a type of ship that is low and flat at the front, giving it a snub-nosed appearance, but is spacious and well-structured in the hold, allowing it to carry a heavy cargo and sail effectively. It was named after the first of its kind, which was spotted at Samos, built by order of Polycrates the tyrant. They say these brands on the Samians’ foreheads reference a passage from Aristophanes, where he states, —
For, oh, the Samians are a lettered people.
For, oh, the Samians are an educated people.
Pericles, as soon as news was brought him of the disaster that had befallen his army, made all the haste he could to come in to their relief, and having defeated Melissus, who bore up against him, and put the enemy to flight, he immediately proceeded to hem them in with a wall, resolving to master them and take the town, rather with some cost and time, than with the wounds and hazards of his citizens. But as it was a hard matter to keep back the Athenians, who were vexed at the delay, and were eagerly bent to fight, he divided the whole multitude into eight parts, and arranged by lot that that part which had the white bean should have leave to feast and take their ease, while the other seven were fighting. And this is the reason, they say, that people, when at any time they have been merry, and enjoyed themselves, call it white day, in allusion to this white bean.
As soon as Pericles heard about the disaster that had struck his army, he hurried as fast as he could to help them. He defeated Melissus, who confronted him, and routed the enemy. He then immediately set about surrounding them with a wall, deciding to take control and capture the town, even if it took time and resources, rather than risking the safety of his citizens in battle. However, it was challenging to keep the Athenians in check, as they were frustrated with the delay and eager to fight. He split the entire crowd into eight groups, drawing lots so that the group that picked the white bean would get to feast and relax while the other seven fought. This is why, they say, when people have a good time and enjoy themselves, they refer to it as a white day, in reference to the white bean.
Ephorus the historian tells us besides, that Pericles made use of engines of battery in this siege, being much taken with the curiousness of the invention, with the aid and presence of Artemon himself, the engineer, who, being lame, used to be carried about in a litter, where the works required his attendance, and for that reason was called Periphoretus. But Heraclides Ponticus disproves this out of Anacreon’s poems, where mention is made of this Artemon Periphoretus several ages before the Samian war, or any of these occurrences. And he says that Artemon, being a man who loved his ease, and had a great apprehension of danger, for the most part kept close within doors, having two of his servants to hold a brazen shield over his head, that nothing might fall upon him from above; and if he were at any time forced upon necessity to go abroad, that he was carried about in a little hanging bed, close to the very ground, and that for this reason he was called Periphoretus.
Ephorus the historian also tells us that Pericles used battering rams during this siege, fascinated by the cleverness of the invention, with the help and presence of Artemon the engineer, who, due to his lameness, was carried around in a litter wherever his expertise was needed, which is why he was called Periphoretus. However, Heraclides Ponticus contradicts this by referring to Anacreon’s poems, which mention Artemon Periphoretus several centuries before the Samian war or any of these events. He claims that Artemon, who preferred comfort and was very afraid of danger, mostly stayed indoors, requiring two of his servants to hold a bronze shield over his head to protect him from anything falling on him. If he ever had to go outside, he was carried around in a small hanging bed, close to the ground, which is why he was called Periphoretus.
In the ninth month, the Samians surrendering themselves and delivering up the town, Pericles pulled down their walls, and seized their shipping, and set a fine of a large sum of money upon them, part of which they paid down at once, and they agreed to bring in the rest by a certain time, and gave hostages for security. Duris the Samian makes a tragical drama out of these events, charging the Athenians and Pericles with a great deal of cruelty, which neither Thucydides, nor Ephorus, nor Aristotle have given any relation of, and probably with little regard to truth; how, for example, he brought the captains and soldiers of the galleys into the market-place at Miletus, and there having bound them fast to boards for ten days, then, when they were already all but half dead, gave order to have them killed by beating out their brains with clubs, and their dead bodies to be flung out into the open streets and fields, unburied. Duris, however, who even where he has no private feeling concerned, is not wont to keep his narrative within the limits of truth, is the more likely upon this occasion to have exaggerated the calamities which befell his country, to create odium against the Athenians. Pericles, however, after the reduction of Samos, returning back to Athens, took care that those who died in the war should be honorably buried, and made a funeral harangue, as the custom is, in their commendation at their graves, for which he gained great admiration. As he came down from the stage on which he spoke, the rest of the women came and complimented him, taking him by the hand, and crownings him with garlands and ribbons, like a victorious athlete in the games; but Elpinice, coming near to him, said, “These are brave deeds, Pericles, that you have done, and such as deserve our chaplets; who have lost us many a worthy citizen, not in a war with Phoenicians or Medes, like my brother Cimon, but for the overthrow of an allied and kindred city.” As Elpinice spoke these words, he, smiling quietly, as it is said, returned her answer with this verse, —
In the ninth month, the Samians surrendered and turned over the town. Pericles took down their walls, seized their ships, and imposed a hefty fine on them. They paid part of it immediately and agreed to pay the rest by a certain date, providing hostages for security. Duris the Samian dramatizes these events, accusing the Athenians and Pericles of significant cruelty, which neither Thucydides, Ephorus, nor Aristotle reported, likely with little regard for the truth. For instance, he claimed that Pericles brought the captains and soldiers of the galleys into the marketplace at Miletus, bound them to boards for ten days until they were nearly dead, and then ordered them to be killed by having their brains smashed with clubs, with their bodies thrown into the streets and fields, unburied. However, Duris, even when not personally invested, tends to stray from the truth in his narratives, making it likely that he exaggerated the tragedies faced by his country to incite hatred against the Athenians. After the conquest of Samos, Pericles returned to Athens and ensured that those who died in the war were given honorable burials. He delivered a funeral oration, as was customary, praising them at their graves, which earned him great admiration. As he descended from the platform where he spoke, the other women approached him, congratulating him, taking his hand, and crowning him with garlands and ribbons like a victorious athlete. However, Elpinice came close to him and said, “These are noble deeds, Pericles, and they are worthy of our chaplets. We have lost many worthy citizens, not in a war with the Phoenicians or Medes like my brother Cimon, but due to the fall of an allied and fellow city.” As Elpinice spoke these words, he smiled quietly, as they say, and replied with this verse, —
Old women should not seek to be perfumed.
Old women shouldn't try to wear perfume.
Ion says of him, that, upon this exploit of his, conquering the Samians, he indulged very high and proud thoughts of himself: whereas Agamemnon was ten years taking a barbarous city, he had in nine months’ time vanquished and taken the greatest and most powerful of the Ionians. And indeed it was not without reason that he assumed this glory to himself, for, in real truth, there was much uncertainty and great hazard in this war, if so be, as Thucydides tells us, the Samian state were within a very little of wresting the whole power and dominion of the sea out of the Athenians’ hands.
Ion comments that, after conquering the Samians, he had extremely high and proud thoughts of himself. While Agamemnon took ten years to capture a barbaric city, he managed to defeat and take control of the most powerful of the Ionians in just nine months. It's no surprise he took pride in this achievement, as there was a lot of uncertainty and great risk in this war. According to Thucydides, the Samian state was very close to seizing the entire control and dominance of the sea from the Athenians.
After this was over, the Peloponnesian war beginning to break out in full tide, he advised the people to send help to the Corcyrseans, who were attacked by the Corinthians, and to secure to themselves an island possessed of great naval resources, since the Peloponnesians were already all but in actual hostilities against them. The people readily consenting to the motion, and voting an aid and succor for them, he dispatched Lacedaemonius, Cimon’s son, having only ten ships with him, as it were out of a design to affront him; for there was a great kindness and friendship betwixt Cimon’s family and the Lacedaemonians; so, in order that Lacedaemonius might lie the more open to a charge, or suspicion at least, of favoring the Lacedaemonians and playing false, if he performed no considerable exploit in this service, he allowed him a small number of ships, and sent him out against his will; and indeed he made it somewhat his business to hinder Cimon’s sons from rising in the state, professing that by their very names they were not to be looked upon as native and true Athenians, but foreigners and strangers, one being called Lacedaemonius, another Thessalus, and the third Eleus; and they were all three of them, it was thought, born of an Arcadian woman. Being, however, ill spoken of on account of these ten galleys, as having afforded but a small supply to the people that were in need, and yet given a great advantage to those who might complain of the act of intervention, Pericles sent out a larger force afterward to Corcyra, which arrived after the fight was over. And when now the Corinthians, angry and indignant with the Athenians, accused them publicly at Lacedaemon, the Megarians joined with them, complaining that they were, contrary to common right and the articles of peace sworn to among the Greeks, kept out and driven away from every market and from all ports under the control of the Athenians. The Aeginetans, also, professing to be ill-used and treated with violence, made supplications in private to the Lacedaemonians for redress, though not daring openly to call the Athenians in question. In the meantime, also, the city Potidaea, under the dominion of the Athenians, but a colony formerly of the Corinthians, had revolted, and was beset with a formal siege, and was a further occasion of precipitating the war.
After that, as the Peloponnesian War was about to fully erupt, he suggested that the people send help to the Corcyraeans, who were being attacked by the Corinthians, and secure an island that had strong naval resources since the Peloponnesians were nearly engaged in open conflict with them. The people quickly agreed and voted to send aid and support, so he sent Lacedaemonius, Cimon's son, with only ten ships, seemingly to provoke him; there was a strong bond of friendship between Cimon's family and the Lacedaemonians. By sending Lacedaemonius with a small number of ships and against his will, he made it easier for others to accuse him of favoring the Lacedaemonians or betraying them if he didn’t achieve anything significant during this mission. He also aimed to undermine Cimon's sons' rising influence in the state, claiming that because of their names, they couldn’t be seen as true Athenians; one was called Lacedaemonius, another Thessalus, and the third Eleus, and all three were believed to have been born from an Arcadian woman. However, because of these ten galleys, which were seen as a minor contribution to those in need and which provided a significant advantage to critics of the intervention, Pericles later dispatched a larger force to Corcyra, arriving after the battle had ended. By this time, the Corinthians, upset and angry with the Athenians, publicly accused them at Lacedaemon, while the Megarians joined in, complaining that, contrary to commonly accepted rights and the peace agreement sworn by the Greeks, they were being excluded from all markets and ports under Athenian control. The Aeginetans, claiming they were being mistreated and subjected to violence, secretly begged the Lacedaemonians for help, though they were too afraid to openly confront the Athenians. In the meantime, Potidaea, which was under Athenian control but had originally been a Corinthian colony, had revolted and was under siege, further escalating the situation that led to war.
Yet notwithstanding all this, there being embassies sent to Athens, and Archidamus, the king of the Lacedaemonians, endeavoring to bring the greater part of the complaints and matters in dispute to a fair determination, and to pacify and allay the heats of the allies, it is very likely that the war would not upon any other grounds of quarrel have fallen upon the Athenians, could they have been prevailed with to repeal the ordinance against the Megarians, and to be reconciled to them. Upon which account, since Pericles was the man who mainly opposed it, and stirred up the people’s passions to persist in their contention with the Megarians, he was regarded as the sole cause of the war.
Despite all of this, with embassies sent to Athens and Archidamus, the king of the Lacedaemonians, trying to resolve most of the complaints and disputes fairly and calm the frustrations of the allies, it’s very likely that the war wouldn’t have fallen on the Athenians for any other reasons if they could have been convinced to lift the ban against the Megarians and reconcile with them. Because of this, since Pericles was the one who strongly opposed this and incited the people's anger to continue their conflict with the Megarians, he was seen as the main cause of the war.
They say, moreover, that ambassadors went, by order from Lacedaemon to Athens about this very business, and that when Pericles was urging a certain law which made it illegal to take down or withdraw the tablet of the decree, one of the ambassadors, Polyalces by name, said, “Well, do not take it down then, but turn it; there is no law, I suppose, which forbids that;” which, though prettily said, did not move Pericles from his resolution. There may have been, in all likelihood, something of a secret grudge and private animosity which he had against the Megarians. Yet, upon a public and open charge against them, that they had appropriated part of the sacred land on the frontier, he proposed a decree that a herald should be sent to them, and the same also to the Lacedaemonians, with an accusation of the Megarians; an order which certainly shows equitable and friendly proceeding enough. And after that the herald who was sent, by name Anthemocritus, died, and it was believed that the Megarians had contrived his death, then Charinus proposed a decree against them, that there should be an irreconcilable and implacable enmity thenceforward betwixt the two commonwealths; and that if any one of the Megarians should but set his foot in Attica, he should be put to death; and that the commanders, when they take the usual oath, should, over and above that, swear that they will twice every year make an inroad into the Megarian country; and that Anthemocritus should be buried near the Thriasian Gates, which are now called the Dipylon, or Double Gate.
They say that ambassadors were sent from Lacedaemon to Athens about this issue, and when Pericles was pushing for a law that made it illegal to take down or remove the tablet of the decree, one of the ambassadors, named Polyalces, remarked, “Well, just don’t take it down, but turn it; there’s no law that I know of that forbids that.” Even though it was a clever comment, it didn’t change Pericles's mind. There might have been some hidden resentment and personal rivalry he felt toward the Megarians. However, based on a public accusation that they had taken part of the sacred land on the border, he proposed a decree to send a herald to them and to the Lacedaemonians accusing the Megarians, which certainly showed a fair and friendly approach. After that, the herald who was sent, named Anthemocritus, died, and it was believed that the Megarians were behind his death. Then Charinus proposed a decree declaring that there would be ongoing and unyielding hostility between the two states from then on; that if any Megarian set foot in Attica, he should be executed; and that the commanders, when they took their usual oath, should also swear to invade Megarian territory twice a year; and that Anthemocritus should be buried near the Thriasian Gates, which are now called the Dipylon, or Double Gate.
On the other hand, the Megarians, utterly denying and disowning the murder of Anthemocritus, throw the whole matter upon Aspasia and Pericles, availing themselves of the famous verses in the Acharnians,
On the other hand, the Megarians completely deny and reject any involvement in the murder of Anthemocritus, shifting the blame entirely onto Aspasia and Pericles, using the well-known lines from the Acharnians,
To Megara some of our madcaps ran,
And stole Simaetha thence, their courtesan.
Which exploit the Megarians to outdo,
Came to Aspasia’s house, and took off two.
To Megara, some of our crazy friends went,
And took Simaetha, their escort, from there.
To outperform this feat, the Megarians did,
They came to Aspasia’s house and took away two.
The true occasion of the quarrel is not so easy to find out. But of inducing the refusal to annul the decree, all alike charge Pericles. Some say he met the request with a positive refusal, out of high spirit and a view of the state’s best interests, accounting that the demand made in those embassies was designed for a trial of their compliance, and that a concession would be taken for a confession of weakness, as if they durst not do otherwise; while other some there are who say that it was rather out of arrogance and a willful spirit of contention, to show his own strength, that he took occasion to slight the Lacedaemonians. The worst motive of all, which is confirmed by most witnesses, is to the following effect. Phidias the Molder had, as has before been said, undertaken to make the statue of Minerva. Now he, being admitted to friendship with Pericles, and a great favorite of his, had many enemies upon this account, who envied and maligned him; who also, to make trial in a case of his, what kind of judges the commons would prove, should there be occasion to bring Pericles himself before them, having tampered with Menon, one who had been a workman with Phidias, stationed him ill the market-place, with a petition desiring public security upon his discovery and impeachment of Phidias. The people admitting the man to tell his story, and the prosecution proceeding in the assembly, there was nothing of theft or cheat proved against him; for Phidias, from the very first beginning, by the advice of Pericles, had so wrought and wrapt the gold that was used in the work about the statue, that they might take it all off and make out the just weight of it, which Pericles at that time bade the accusers do. But the reputation of his works was what brought envy upon Phidias, especially that where he represents the fight of the Amazons upon the goddesses’ shield, he had introduced a likeness of himself as a bald old man holding up a great stone with both hands, and had put in a very fine representation of Pericles fighting with an Amazon. And the position of the hand, which holds out the spear in front of the face, was ingeniously contrived to conceal in some degree the likeness, which, meantime, showed itself on either side.
The real reason for the quarrel isn’t easy to pinpoint. But when it comes to the refusal to overturn the decree, everyone blames Pericles. Some say he outright rejected the request, being confident and focused on the best interests of the state, believing that the demands made during those negotiations were a test of their loyalty, and that agreeing to them would be seen as a sign of weakness, as if they couldn’t do otherwise. Others argue that it was more out of arrogance and a stubborn desire to provoke that he chose to disregard the Lacedaemonians. The worst motive, which most witnesses confirm, is as follows: Phidias the Molder, as mentioned earlier, was commissioned to create the statue of Minerva. Now, since he had become friends with Pericles and was a favorite of his, he had many enemies who envied him and spoke ill of him. These enemies, wanting to see how the public would judge in a case involving Pericles, colluded with Menon, who had worked with Phidias, and placed him in the marketplace with a petition asking for public protection in exchange for revealing and accusing Phidias. The people allowed Menon to share his story, and as the prosecution unfolded in the assembly, there was nothing proven against him in terms of theft or deceit. Phidias, from the very beginning and with Pericles’ advice, had crafted and wrapped the gold used in the statue in such a way that it could all be removed to verify its proper weight—something Pericles instructed the accusers to do at that time. But it was Phidias’ reputation for his work that sparked envy against him, especially because in his depiction of the Amazon battle on the goddess’s shield, he included a likeness of himself as a bald old man lifting a large stone with both hands, and an impressive image of Pericles fighting an Amazon. The way he positioned the hand holding the spear in front of the face was cleverly designed to partly obscure the resemblance, which meanwhile was visible from either side.
Phidias then was carried away to prison, and there died of a disease; but, as some say, of poison, administered by the enemies of Pericles, to raise a slander, or a suspicion, at least, as though he had procured it. The informer Menon, upon Glycon’s proposal, the people made free from payment of taxes and customs, and ordered the generals to take care that nobody should do him any hurt. About the same time, Aspasia was indicted of impiety, upon the complaint of Hermippus the comedian, who also laid further to her charge that she received into her house freeborn women for the uses of Pericles. And Diopithes proposed a decree, that public accusation should be laid against persons who neglected religion, or taught new doctrines about things above, directing suspicion, by means of Anaxagoras, against Pericles himself. The people receiving and admitting these accusations and complaints, at length, by this means, they came to enact a decree, at the motion of Dracontides, that Pericles should bring in the accounts of the moneys he had expended, and lodge them with the Prytanes; and that the judges, carrying their suffrage from the altar in the Acropolis, should examine and determine the business in the city. This last clause Hagnon took out of the decree, and moved that the causes should be tried before fifteen hundred jurors, whether they should be styled prosecutions for robbery, or bribery, or any kind of malversation. Aspasia, Pericles begged off, shedding, as Aeschines says, many tears at the trial, and personally entreating the jurors. But fearing how it might go with Anaxagoras, he sent him out of the city. And finding that in Phidias’s case he had miscarried with the people, being afraid of impeachment, he kindled the war, which hitherto had lingered and smothered, and blew it up into a flame; hoping, by that means, to disperse and scatter these complaints and charges, and to allay their jealousy; the city usually throwing herself upon him alone, and trusting to his sole conduct, upon the urgency of great affairs and public dangers, by reason of his authority and the sway he bore.
Phidias was then taken to prison, where he died from an illness; although some say it was due to poison given to him by Pericles' enemies, to create a scandal or at least plant a suspicion that he was involved. The informer Menon was made tax-exempt and free from customs duties by the people, following Glycon’s suggestion, and they ordered the generals to ensure he wasn’t harmed. Around the same time, Aspasia was charged with impiety based on a complaint from the comedian Hermippus, who also accused her of housing freeborn women for Pericles' use. Diopithes proposed a law to publicly accuse anyone neglecting religion or promoting new beliefs about divine matters, casting suspicion on Pericles himself through Anaxagoras. The people accepted these accusations and eventually passed a decree, at Dracontides' request, requiring Pericles to present the accounts of his expenditures to the Prytanes and for the judges to deliver their verdict from the altar in the Acropolis. Hagnon removed this last clause from the decree and proposed that the cases be tried before fifteen hundred jurors, whether categorized as theft, bribery, or any misconduct. During the trial, Pericles pleaded for Aspasia’s case, reportedly shedding many tears and personally appealing to the jurors. However, fearing for Anaxagoras' safety, he sent him out of the city. After failing to gain the people's support for Phidias, worried about an impeachment, he ignited the war that had been simmering, hoping that by doing so he could distract from the complaints and ease their suspicions. The city typically relied on him alone and trusted his leadership due to his authority and influence, especially in times of significant challenges and public threats.
These are given out to have been the reasons which induced Pericles not to suffer the people of Athens to yield to the proposals of the Lacedaemonians; but their truth is uncertain.
These are believed to be the reasons that led Pericles to prevent the people of Athens from accepting the proposals from the Lacedaemonians; however, their accuracy is questionable.
The Lacedaemonians, for their part, feeling sure that if they could once remove him, they might be at what terms they pleased with the Athenians, sent them word that they should expel the “Pollution” with which Pericles on the mother’s side was tainted, as Thucydides tells us. But the issue proved quite contrary to what those who sent the message expected; instead of bringing Pericles under suspicion and reproach, they raised him into yet greater credit and esteem with the citizens, as a man whom their enemies most hated and feared. In the same way, also, before Archidamus, who was at the head of the Peloponnesians, made his invasion into Attica, he told the Athenians beforehand, that if Archidamus, while he laid waste the rest of the country, should forbear and spare his estate, either on the ground of friendship or right of hospitality that was betwixt them, or on purpose to give his enemies an occasion of traducing him, that then he did freely bestow upon the state all that his land and the buildings upon it for the public use. The Lacedaemonians, therefore, and their allies, with a great army, invaded the Athenian territories, under the conduct of king Archidamus, and laying waste the country, marched on as far as Acharnae, and there pitched their camp, presuming that the Athenians would never endure that, but would come out and fight them for their country’s and their honor’s sake. But Pericles looked upon it as dangerous to engage in battle, to the risk of the city itself, against sixty thousand men-at- arms of Peloponnesians and Boeotians; for so many they were in number that made the inroad at first; and he endeavored to appease those who were desirous to fight, and were grieved and discontented to see how things went, and gave them good words, saying, that “trees, when they are lopped and cut, grow up again in a short time but men, being once lost, cannot easily be recovered.” He did not convene the people into an assembly, for fear lest they should force him to act against his judgment; but, like a skillful steersman or pilot of a ship, who, when a sudden squall comes on, out at sea, makes all his arrangements, sees that all is tight and fast, and then follows the dictates of his skill, and minds the business of the ship, taking no notice of the tears and entreaties of the sea-sick and fearful passengers, so he, having shut up the city gates, and placed guards at all posts for security, followed his own reason and judgment, little regarding those that cried out against him and were angry at his management, although there were a great many of his friends that urged him with requests, and many of his enemies threatened and accused him for doing as he did, and many made songs and lampoons upon him, which were sung about the town to his disgrace, reproaching him with the cowardly exercise of his office of general, and the tame abandonment of everything to the enemy’s hands.
The Lacedaemonians, confident that removing Pericles would allow them to negotiate with the Athenians as they wished, sent a message telling them to expel the "Pollution" associated with his maternal lineage, as Thucydides notes. However, the outcome was entirely the opposite of what they anticipated; instead of bringing Pericles under suspicion and scorn, it actually increased his respect and reputation among the citizens, as he was seen as someone their enemies loathed and feared. Similarly, before Archidamus, who was leading the Peloponnesians, invaded Attica, he warned the Athenians that if he spared his estate while ravaging the rest of the land—either out of friendship, hospitality, or to provide his enemies a chance to slander him—he would gladly give all his land and buildings for public use. Consequently, the Lacedaemonians and their allies, with a large army led by King Archidamus, invaded Athenian territory, laying waste to it and advancing as far as Acharnae, where they set up camp, believing the Athenians would surely come out to defend their land and honor. However, Pericles considered it reckless to engage in battle that risked the city against sixty thousand armed soldiers from the Peloponnesians and Boeotians, as that was the scale of the initial invasion. He tried to calm those eager to fight and frustrated by the situation, reassuring them that “trees, when pruned, grow back quickly, but men, once lost, are hard to recover.” He didn’t call the people to an assembly for fear they might pressure him into actions he didn’t support. Like a skilled captain navigating a ship through a sudden storm, he made sure everything was secure, followed his expert judgment, and ignored the pleas and panic of anxious passengers. He secured the city gates and stationed guards at all points, sticking to his own reasoning despite the outcry and anger directed at him from many, including friends urging him to act, enemies threatening and accusing him, and others mocking him through songs and ridicule throughout the town, blaming him for cowardice and surrendering everything to the enemy.
Cleon, also, already was among his assailants, making use of the feeling against him as a step to the leadership of the people, as appears in the anapaestic verses of Hermippus.
Cleon was already among his attackers, using the hostility towards him as a way to gain leadership over the people, as shown in the anapaestic verses of Hermippus.
Satyr-king, instead of swords,
Will you always handle words?
Very brave indeed we find them,
But a Teles lurks behind them.
Yet to gnash your teeth you’re seen,
When the little dagger keen,
Whetted every day anew,
Of sharp Cleon touches you.
Satyr-king, instead of swords,
Will you always deal in words?
They are certainly bold, no doubt,
But a Teles waits out there, about.
Yet you show your teeth, it’s clear,
When the little dagger near,
Sharpened every single day,
Of sharp Cleon gets its way.
Pericles, however, was not at all moved by any attacks, but took all patiently, and submitted in silence to the disgrace they threw upon him and the ill-will they bore him; and, sending out a fleet of a hundred galleys to Peloponnesus, he did not go along with it in person, but stayed behind, that he might watch at home and keep the city under his own control, till the Peloponnesians broke up their camp and were gone. Yet to soothe the common people, jaded and distressed with the war, he relieved them with distributions of public moneys, and ordained new divisions of subject land. For having turned out all the people of Aegina, he parted the island among the Athenians, according to lot. Some comfort, also, and ease in their miseries, they might receive from what their enemies endured. For the fleet, sailing round the Peloponnese, ravaged a great deal of the country, and pillaged and plundered the towns and smaller cities; and by land he himself entered with an army the Megarian country, and made havoc of it all. Whence it is clear that the Peloponnesians, though they did the Athenians much mischief by land, yet suffering as much themselves from them by sea, would not have protracted the war to such a length, but would quickly have given it over, as Pericles at first foretold they would, had not some divine power crossed human purposes.
Pericles, however, was completely unmoved by the attacks against him. He endured everything patiently, accepting the disgrace and negativity thrown his way. He sent out a fleet of a hundred ships to the Peloponnesus but did not join them personally; instead, he stayed back to monitor the situation and maintain control over the city until the Peloponnesians dismantled their camp and left. To ease the suffering of the common people, who were weary and stressed from the war, he offered them distributions of public funds and established new divisions of conquered lands. After expelling the people of Aegina, he divided the island among the Athenians by lot. They also found some comfort and relief from witnessing the hardships of their enemies. The fleet sailed around the Peloponnese, devastating much of the countryside and plundering towns and smaller cities; meanwhile, he invaded Megara with his army and wreaked havoc across the region. It’s evident that although the Peloponnesians caused considerable damage to the Athenians on land, they suffered equally at sea. Had it not been for some divine interference in human affairs, they likely would not have dragged the war on for so long and would have quickly given it up, just as Pericles initially predicted.
In the first place, the pestilential disease, or plague, seized upon the city, and ate up all the flower and prime of their youth and strength. Upon occasion of which, the people, distempered and afflicted in their souls, as well as in their bodies, were utterly enraged like madmen against Pericles, and, like patients grown delirious, sought to lay violent hands on their physician, or, as it were, their father. They had been possessed, by his enemies, with the belief that the occasion of the plague was the crowding of the country people together into the town, forced as they were now, in the heat of the summer-weather, to dwell many of them together even as they could, in small tenements and stifling hovels, and to be tied to a lazy course of life within doors, whereas before they lived in a pure, open, and free air. The cause and author of all this, said they, is he who on account of the war has poured a multitude of people from the country in upon us within the walls, and uses all these many men that he has here upon no employ or service, but keeps them pent up like cattle, to be overrun with infection from one another, affording them neither shift of quarters nor any refreshment.
First of all, the terrible disease, or plague, hit the city and consumed all the vitality and strength of its young people. As a result, the citizens, troubled and suffering both in mind and body, were completely furious, like madmen, at Pericles. Like patients who have gone delirious, they wanted to lash out at their healer, or rather, their leader. His enemies had convinced them that the cause of the plague was the influx of country folks crowding into the city. Forced to stay together in small rooms and cramped shelters during the hot summer, they were stuck leading a stagnant, indoor life when they were used to living in open, fresh air. They claimed that the source of all their misery was Pericles, who, because of the war, had brought this multitude of people into the city's walls and was making use of them for no purpose, keeping them cooped up like cattle, allowing infections to spread among them while giving them no options for moving around or finding relief.
With the design to remedy these evils, and do the enemy some inconvenience, Pericles got a hundred and fifty galleys ready, and having embarked many tried soldiers, both foot and horse, was about to sail out, giving great hope to his citizens, and no less alarm to his enemies, upon the sight of so great a force. And now the vessels having their complement of men, and Pericles being gone aboard his own galley, it happened that the sun was eclipsed, and it grew dark on a sudden, to the affright of all, for this was looked upon as extremely ominous. Pericles, therefore, perceiving the steersman seized with fear and at a loss what to do, took his cloak and held it up before the man’s face, and, screening him with it so that he could not see, asked him whether he imagined there was any great hurt, or the sign of any great hurt in this, and he answering No, “Why,” said he, “and what does that differ from this, only that what has caused that darkness there, is something greater than a cloak?” This is a story which philosophers tell their scholars. Pericles, however after putting out to sea, seems not to have done any other exploit befitting such preparations, and when he had laid siege to the holy city Epidaurus, which gave him some hope of surrender, miscarried in his design by reason of the sickness. For it not only seized upon the Athenians, but upon all others, too, that held any sort of communication with the army. Finding after this the Athenians ill affected and highly displeased with him, he tried and endeavored what he could to appease and re-encourage them. But he could not pacify or allay their anger, nor persuade or prevail with them any way, till they freely passed their votes upon him, resumed their power, took away his command from him, and fined him in a sum of money; which, by their account that say least, was fifteen talents, while they who reckon most, name fifty. The name prefixed to the accusation was Cleon, as Idomeneus tells us; Simmias, according to Theophrastus; and Heraclides Ponticus gives it as Lacratidas.
To address these issues and give his enemies a disadvantage, Pericles prepared a fleet of 150 galleys, loading them with many experienced soldiers—both foot soldiers and cavalry. He was about to set sail, instilling great hope in his citizens and significant fear in his enemies, given the size of his force. Once the ships were fully crewed and Pericles had boarded his own galley, an eclipse of the sun occurred, suddenly plunging the scene into darkness, frightening everyone, as this was considered highly ominous. Seeing the helmsman seized with fear and unsure of what to do, Pericles took his cloak and held it up in front of the man’s face. By blocking his view, he asked whether the helmsman thought there was any serious danger or a sign of danger in this. The man replied no, to which Pericles said, “Well then, what’s the difference? The cause of that darkness is just something larger than a cloak.” This story is often shared by philosophers with their students. However, after setting sail, Pericles did not accomplish any other noteworthy feats appropriate for such preparations. When he laid siege to the sacred city of Epidaurus, which gave him some hope of capitulation, he failed in his efforts due to illness. This sickness affected not only the Athenians but also anyone in contact with the army. After this, realizing that the Athenians were upset and displeased with him, he tried everything he could to calm and re-motivate them. But he could not quell their anger or persuade them in any way until they voted against him, took away his power, stripped him of his command, and fined him a sum of money; according to those who say the least, it was fifteen talents, while those who claim the most say it was fifty. The name associated with the accusation was Cleon, as Idomeneus tells us; Simmias, according to Theophrastus; and Heraclides Ponticus identifies it as Lacratidas.
After this, public troubles were soon to leave him unmolested; the people, so to say, discharged their passion in their stroke, and lost their stings in the wound. But his domestic concerns were in an unhappy condition many of his friends and acquaintance having died in the plague time, and those of his family having long since been in disorder and in a kind of mutiny against him. For the eldest of his lawfully begotten sons, Xanthippus by name, being naturally prodigal, and marrying a young and expensive wife, the daughter of Tisander, son of Epilycus, was highly offended at his father’s economy in making him but a scanty allowance, by little and little at a time. He sent, therefore, to a friend one day, and borrowed some money of him in his father Pericles’s name, pretending it was by his order. The man coming afterward to demand the debt, Pericles was so far from yielding to pay it, that he entered an action against him. Upon which the young man, Xanthippus, thought himself so ill used and disobliged, that he openly reviled his father; telling first, by way of ridicule, stories about his conversations at home, and the discourses he had with the sophists and scholars that came to his house. As for instance, how one who was a practicer of the five games of skill, having with a dart or javelin unawares against his will struck and killed Epitimus the Pharsalian, his father spent a whole day with Protagoras in a serious dispute, whether the javelin, or the man that threw it, or the masters of the games who appointed these sports, were, according to the strictest and best reason, to be accounted the cause of this mischance. Besides this, Stesimbrotus tells us that it was Xanthippus who spread abroad among the people the infamous story concerning his own wife; and in general that this difference of the young man’s with his father, and the breach betwixt them, continued never to be healed or made up till his death. For Xanthippus died in the plague time of the sickness. At which time Pericles also lost his sister, and the greatest part of his relations and friends, and those who had been most useful and serviceable to him in managing the affairs of state. However, he did not shrink or give in upon these occasions, nor betray or lower his high spirit and the greatness of his mind under all his misfortunes; he was not even so much as seen to weep or to mourn, or even attend the burial of any of his friends or relations, till at last he lost his only remaining legitimate son. Subdued by this blow and yet striving still, as far as he could, to maintain his principle and to preserve and keep up the greatness of his soul when he came, however, to perform the ceremony of putting a garland of flowers upon the head of the corpse, he was vanquished by his passion at the sight, so that he burst into exclamations, and shed copious tears, having never done any such thing in all his life before.
After this, the public troubles soon left him alone; people, in a sense, vented their anger and lost their venom in the process. However, his personal life was in a sad state, as many of his friends and acquaintances had died during the plague, and his family had long been in disarray and somewhat rebellious against him. His eldest legitimate son, named Xanthippus, was naturally wasteful and, after marrying a young, costly wife, the daughter of Tisander, son of Epilycus, was very upset with his father's frugality as he was given only a meager allowance, slowly over time. One day, he sent a message to a friend and borrowed some money in his father Pericles’s name, claiming it was authorized by him. When the man later came to collect the debt, Pericles was so unwilling to pay it that he actually sued him. This made Xanthippus feel mistreated and resentful, leading him to openly criticize his father, mockingly sharing stories about conversations at home and discussions he had with the sophists and scholars who visited. For instance, there was a story about a competitor in the five games of skill who accidentally injured and killed Epitimus the Pharsalian with a javelin. His father spent an entire day debating with Protagoras about whether the javelin, the person who threw it, or the organizers of the games should be considered responsible for the unfortunate incident. Additionally, Stesimbrotus mentions that Xanthippus spread an infamous rumor about his own wife among the people, and generally, their conflict and rift remained unresolved until his death. Xanthippus died during the plague, a time when Pericles also lost his sister and most of his family and friends, including those who had been most helpful in his political life. Nevertheless, he did not falter or waver in the face of these hardships, nor did he show signs of weakness or despair under his misfortunes; he didn't even cry or mourn or attend the funerals of any of his loved ones until he finally lost his only surviving legitimate son. Overwhelmed by this tragedy but still trying to uphold his dignity and maintain his strength, when he came to place a garland of flowers on the corpse, he was overcome by emotion at the sight, breaking into cries and shedding tears like he had never done before in his life.
The city having made trial of other generals for the conduct of war, and orators for business of state, when they found there was no one who was of weight enough for such a charge, or of authority sufficient to be trusted with so great a command, regretted the loss of him, and invited him again to address and advise them, and to reassume the office of general. He, however, lay at home in dejection and mourning; but was persuaded by Alcibiades and others of his friends to come abroad and show himself to the people; who having, upon his appearance, made their acknowledgments, and apologized for their untowardly treatment of him, he undertook the public affairs once more; and, being chosen general, requested that the statute concerning base-born children, which he himself had formerly caused to be made, might be suspended; that so the name and race of his family might not, for absolute want of a lawful heir to succeed, be wholly lost and extinguished. The case of the statute was thus: Pericles, when long ago at the height of his power in the state, having then, as has been said, children lawfully begotten, proposed a law that those only should be reputed true citizens of Athens who were born of such parents as were both Athenians. After this, the king of Egypt having sent to the people, by way of present, forty thousand bushels of wheat, which were to be shared out among the citizens, a great many actions and suits about legitimacy occurred, by virtue of that edict; cases which, till that time, had not been known nor taken notice of; and several persons suffered by false accusations. There were little less than five thousand who were convicted and sold for slaves; those who, enduring the test, remained in the government and passed muster for true Athenians were found upon the poll to be fourteen thousand and forty persons in number.
The city, having tried different generals for military command and orators for state affairs, realized there was no one strong enough or trustworthy enough for such important roles. They regretted losing him and invited him back to speak and give advice, urging him to take on the generalship again. However, he stayed at home feeling sad and mourning. It took some persuasion from Alcibiades and other friends for him to come out and show himself to the people. When he appeared, they recognized him and apologized for their poor treatment. He took on public duties once more, and after being chosen as general, he requested that the law regarding illegitimate children, which he had previously helped establish, be put on hold. He wanted to prevent his family's name and lineage from being lost due to a lack of lawful heirs. The situation with the law was this: Pericles, when he was at the peak of his power in the state and had legitimate children, proposed a law stating that only those born to parents who were both Athenians would be considered true citizens of Athens. Afterwards, when the king of Egypt sent 40,000 bushels of wheat to be distributed among the citizens, many disputes regarding legitimacy arose because of that law—issues that had not been seen or addressed before, leading to several wrongful accusations. Nearly five thousand people were found guilty and sold into slavery; however, those who passed the examination and were confirmed as genuine Athenians totaled fourteen thousand and forty individuals.
It looked strange, that a law, which had been carried so far against so many people, should be canceled again by the same man that made it; yet the present calamity and distress which Pericles labored under in his family broke through all objections, and prevailed with the Athenians to pity him, as one whose losses and misfortunes had sufficiently punished his former arrogance and haughtiness. His sufferings deserved, they thought, their pity, and even indignation, and his request was such as became a man to ask and men to grant; they gave him permission to enroll his son in the register of his fraternity, giving him his own name. This son afterward, after having defeated the Peloponnesians at Arginusae, was, with his fellow-generals, put to death by the people.
It seemed odd that a law, which had been enforced against so many people, would be repealed by the same person who created it; however, Pericles’ current hardship and distress in his family overcame all objections and swayed the Athenians to feel sympathy for him as someone whose losses and setbacks had more than punished his earlier arrogance. They believed his suffering deserved their sympathy and even outrage, and his request was one that a man could rightly make and that others could honorably grant. They allowed him to enroll his son in the register of his fraternity, giving him his own name. This son later, after defeating the Peloponnesians at Arginusae, was executed along with his fellow generals by the people.
About the time when his son was enrolled, it should seem, the plague seized Pericles, not with sharp and violent fits, as it did others that had it, but with a dull and lingering distemper, attended with various changes and alterations, leisurely, by little and little, wasting the strength of his body, and undermining the noble faculties of his soul. So that Theophrastus, in his Morals, when discussing whether men’s characters change with their circumstances, and their moral habits, disturbed by the ailings of their bodies, start aside from the rules of virtue, has left it upon record, that Pericles, when he was sick, showed one of his friends that came to visit him, an amulet or charm that the women had hung about his neck; as much as to say, that he was very sick indeed when he would admit of such a foolery as that was.
Around the time his son was enrolled, it seems that Pericles was struck by the plague—not in sudden and violent episodes like others who had it, but with a dull and lingering illness that gradually sapped his physical strength and eroded the noble qualities of his mind. Theophrastus, in his Morals, discusses whether a person’s character changes with their circumstances, and whether their moral behavior is affected by the ailments of their body, leading them away from the principles of virtue. He noted that when Pericles was ill, he showed one of his visiting friends an amulet or charm that women had hung around his neck, implying that he was indeed very sick to accept such a foolish thing.
When he was now near his end, the best of the citizens and those of his friends who were left alive, sitting about him, were speaking of the greatness of his merit, and his power, and reckoning up his famous actions and the number of his victories; for there were no less than nine trophies, which, as their chief commander and conqueror of their enemies, he had set up, for the honor of the city. They talked thus together among themselves, as though he were unable to understand or mind what they said, but had now lost his consciousness. He had listened, however, all the while, and attended to all, and speaking out among them, said, that he wondered they should commend and take notice of things which were as much owing to fortune as to anything else, and had happened to many other commanders, and, at the same time, should not speak or make mention of that which was the most excellent and greatest thing of all. “For,” said he, “no Athenian, through my means, ever wore mourning.”
As he approached the end of his life, the best citizens and the few friends he had left gathered around him, discussing his great accomplishments and power, recalling his famous deeds and numerous victories. He had set up no fewer than nine trophies as their chief commander and conqueror of their enemies, honoring the city. They talked among themselves as if he couldn’t hear or understand them and had lost consciousness. However, he listened the entire time and finally spoke up, expressing his surprise that they praised achievements that were just as much the result of luck as anything else, which had happened to many other commanders. At the same time, they failed to mention what he considered the most remarkable and significant point of all. “For,” he said, “no Athenian, because of me, ever wore mourning.”
He was indeed a character deserving our high admiration, not only for his equitable and mild temper, which all along in the many affairs of his life, and the great animosities which he incurred, he constantly maintained; but also for the high spirit and feeling which made him regard it the noblest of all his honors that, in the exercise of such immense power, he never had gratified his envy or his passion, nor ever had treated any enemy as irreconcilably opposed to him. And to me it appears that this one thing gives that otherwise childish and arrogant title a fitting and becoming significance; so dispassionate a temper, a life so pure and unblemished, in the height of power and place, might well be called Olympian, in accordance with our conceptions of the divine beings, to whom, as the natural authors of all good and of nothing evil, we ascribe the rule and government of the world. Not as the poets represent, who, while confounding us with their ignorant fancies, are themselves confuted by their own poems and fictions, and call the place, indeed, where they say the gods make their abode, a secure and quiet seat, free from all hazards and commotions, untroubled with winds or with clouds, and equally through all time illumined with a soft serenity and a pure light, as though such were a home most agreeable for a blessed and immortal nature; and yet, in the meanwhile, affirm that the gods themselves are full of trouble and enmity and anger and other passions, which no way become or belong to even men that have any understanding. But this will, perhaps, seem a subject fitter for some other consideration, and that ought to be treated of in some other place.
He truly was a remarkable person deserving of our great respect, not just for his fair and gentle nature, which he consistently maintained throughout the many challenges in his life, despite the strong animosities he faced; but also for the high principles and feelings that made him view it as his greatest honor that, despite holding such immense power, he never gave in to his envy or his passions, nor did he ever treat any enemy as irreparably opposed to him. It seems to me that this quality gives a deeper and more meaningful significance to that otherwise childish and arrogant title; such a calm demeanor, a life so pure and unblemished, at the height of power and position, might aptly be described as Olympian, in line with our ideas of divine beings, to whom we attribute the governance of all good and the absence of evil. This is not how the poets portray them, who, while confusing us with their misguided fantasies, contradict themselves with their own poems and fictions, claiming the place where they say the gods reside is a secure and peaceful realm, free from all dangers and turmoil, unaffected by storms or clouds, and forever bathed in a gentle light and clarity, as if such a place were perfectly suited for a blessed and immortal existence; yet, at the same time, they assert that the gods themselves are filled with turmoil, strife, anger, and other passions that certainly do not befit even reasonable humans. But perhaps this topic is better suited for another discussion and should be addressed elsewhere.
The course of public affairs after his death produced a quick and speedy sense of the loss of Pericles. Those who, while he lived, resented his great authority, as that which eclipsed themselves, presently after his quitting the stage, making trial of other orators and demagogues, readily acknowledged that there never had been in nature such a disposition as his was, more moderate and reasonable in the height of that state he took upon him, or more grave and impressive in the mildness which he used. And that invidious arbitrary power, to which formerly they gave the name of monarchy and tyranny, did then appear to have been the chief bulwark of public safety; so great a corruption and such a flood of mischief and vice followed, which he, by keeping weak and low, had withheld from notice, and had prevented from attaining incurable height through a licentious impunity.
The events in public life following his death quickly highlighted how much Pericles was missed. Those who had resented his strong leadership while he was alive, seeing it as a overshadowing of their own importance, soon realized, after he was gone, that there had never been anyone quite like him. He was more moderate and reasonable in his powerful role, and yet more serious and impactful in his gentle approach. What they had once called monarchy and tyranny now seemed to have been the main protection for public safety; a massive wave of corruption and harm emerged that he had kept in check and prevented from spiraling out of control due to a lawless freedom.
FABIUS
Having related the memorable actions of Pericles, our history now proceeds to the life of Fabius. A son of Hercules and a nymph, or some woman of that country, who brought him forth on the banks of Tiber, was, it is said, the first Fabius, the founder of the numerous and distinguished family of the name. Others will have it that they were first called Fodii, because the first of the race delighted in digging pitfalls for wild beasts, fodere being still the Latin for to dig, and fossa for a ditch, and that in process of time, by the change of the two letters they grew to be called Fabii. But be these things true or false, certain it is that this family for a long time yielded a great number of eminent persons. Our Fabius, who was fourth in descent from that Fabius Rullus who first brought the honorable surname of Maximus into his family, was also, by way of personal nickname, called Verrucosus, from a wart on his upper lip; and in his childhood they in like manner named him Ovicula, or The Lamb, on account of his extreme mildness of temper. His slowness in speaking, his long labor and pains in learning, his deliberation in entering into the sports of other children, his easy submission to everybody, as if he had no will of his own, made those who judged superficially of him, the greater number, esteem him insensible and stupid; and few only saw that this tardiness proceeded from stability, and discerned the greatness of his mind, and the lionlikeness of his temper. But as soon as he came into employments, his virtues exerted and showed themselves; his reputed want of energy then was recognized by people in general, as a freedom of passion; his slowness in words and actions, the effect of a true prudence; his want of rapidity, and his sluggishness, as constancy and firmness.
Having shared the memorable actions of Pericles, our history now moves on to the life of Fabius. A son of Hercules and a nymph, or perhaps some local woman, who gave birth to him on the banks of the Tiber, is said to be the first Fabius, the founder of a large and distinguished family. Others claim they were initially called Fodii because the first of the line enjoyed digging pits for wild animals, with fodere still meaning to dig in Latin and fossa meaning ditch. Over time, by changing two letters, they began to be known as Fabii. Whether these stories are true or not, it's certain that this family produced many prominent individuals for a long time. Our Fabius, who was fourth in line from that Fabius Rullus who first added the respected surname Maximus to his family, was also nicknamed Verrucosus, due to a wart on his upper lip; during his childhood, he was similarly called Ovicula, or The Lamb, because of his gentle nature. His slow speech, long efforts to learn, hesitation in joining the games of other kids, and easy compliance with everyone as if he had no will of his own led most people to wrongly judge him as insensitive and dull; only a few recognized that this slowness came from steadiness and understood the greatness of his mind and the strength of his character. However, once he took on responsibilities, his virtues began to shine through; his perceived lack of energy was revealed as emotional restraint, his slow speech and actions were seen as true prudence, and his deliberate pace and apparent sluggishness were recognized as constancy and firmness.
Living in a great commonwealth, surrounded by many enemies, he saw the wisdom of inuring his body (nature’s own weapon) to warlike exercises, and disciplining his tongue for public oratory in a style comformable to his life and character. His eloquence, indeed, had not much of popular ornament, nor empty artifice, but there was in it great weight of sense; it was strong and sententious, much after the way of Thucydides. We have yet extant his funeral oration upon the death of his son, who died consul, which he recited before the people.
Living in a large community, surrounded by many enemies, he recognized the value of toughening his body (nature’s own weapon) for combat and training his speech for public speaking in a way that matched his life and character. His eloquence didn't have a lot of flashy embellishments or empty tricks, but it carried significant meaning; it was powerful and to the point, much like Thucydides. We still have his eulogy for his son, who died as consul, which he delivered to the people.
He was five times consul, and in his first consulship had the honor of a triumph for the victory he gained over the Ligurians, whom he defeated in a set battle, and drove them to take shelter in the Alps, from whence they never after made any inroad nor depredation upon their neighbors. After this, Hannibal came into Italy, who, at his first entrance, having gained a great battle near the river Trebia, traversed all Tuscany with his victorious army, and, desolating the country round about, filled Rome itself with astonishment and terror. Besides the more common signs of thunder and lightning then happening, the report of several unheard of and utterly strange portents much increased the popular consternation. For it was said that some targets sweated blood; that at Antium, when they reaped their corn, many of the ears were filled with blood; that it had rained redhot stones; that the Falerians had seen the heavens open and several scrolls falling down, in one of which was plainly written, “Mars himself stirs his arms.” But these prodigies had no effect upon the impetuous and fiery temper of the consul Flaminius, whose natural promptness had been much heightened by his late unexpected victory over the Gauls, when he fought them contrary to the order of the senate and the advice of his colleague. Fabius, on the other side, thought it not seasonable to engage with the enemy; not that he much regarded the prodigies, which he thought too strange to be easily understood, though many were alarmed by them; but in regard that the Carthaginians were but few, and in want of money and supplies, he deemed it best not to meet in the field a general whose army had been tried in many encounters, and whose object was a battle, but to send aid to their allies, control the movements of the various subject cities, and let the force and vigor of Hannibal waste away and expire, like a flame, for want of aliment.
He served as consul five times, and during his first term, he was honored with a triumph for defeating the Ligurians in a decisive battle, driving them into the Alps, from where they never again invaded or harmed their neighbors. After that, Hannibal entered Italy, and upon his arrival, he won a significant battle near the River Trebia, sweeping through Tuscany with his victorious army. He devastated the surrounding countryside, leaving Rome in shock and fear. Alongside the usual signs of thunderstorms and lightning, rumors of strange and unprecedented omens amplified public dread. People claimed that some shields dripped blood, that when the grain was harvested at Antium, many ears were blood-soaked, that it had rained red-hot stones, and that the Falerians saw the skies open, with scrolls falling from above, one of which read, “Mars himself stirs his arms.” However, these ominous signs didn’t sway the volatile and fiery consul Flaminius, whose natural impulsiveness had been further heightened by his recent unexpected victory over the Gauls, where he went against the Senate's orders and his colleague's advice. On the other hand, Fabius believed it wasn’t the right time to confront the enemy; not that he took the omens seriously, as he found them too bizarre to decipher, even though many were frightened by them. He reasoned that the Carthaginians were few in number and lacking in resources, so it would be wiser not to face a general whose troops had proven themselves in many battles and who was clearly seeking a confrontation. Instead, he suggested sending help to their allies, managing the movements of the various subjugated cities, and allowing Hannibal's strength to dwindle and die out, much like a flame without fuel.
These weighty reasons did not prevail with Flaminius, who protested he would never suffer the advance of the enemy to the city, nor be reduced, like Camillus in former time, to fight for Rome within the walls of Rome. Accordingly he ordered the tribunes to draw out the army into the field; and though he himself, leaping on horseback to go out, was no sooner mounted but the beast, without any apparent cause, fell into so violent a fit of trembling and bounding that he cast his rider headlong on the ground, he was no ways deterred; but proceeded as he had begun, and marched forward up to Hannibal, who was posted near the Lake Thrasymene in Tuscany. At the moment of this engagement, there happened so great an earthquake, that it destroyed several towns, altered the course of rivers, and carried off parts of high cliffs, yet such was the eagerness of the combatants, that they were entirely insensible of it.
These significant reasons didn’t sway Flaminius, who declared he would never allow the enemy to advance to the city, nor would he be forced, like Camillus in the past, to fight for Rome within its own walls. So, he instructed the tribunes to take the army out into the field; and even though, when he jumped on his horse to leave, the animal suddenly began to shake and buck violently for no obvious reason, throwing him off, he was undeterred. He continued as planned and marched forward to confront Hannibal, who was situated near Lake Thrasymene in Tuscany. At the time of this battle, there was such a massive earthquake that it destroyed several towns, changed the paths of rivers, and took away parts of high cliffs, yet the fighters were so caught up in their battle that they completely didn’t notice it.
In this battle Flaminius fell, after many proofs of his strength and courage, and round about him all the bravest of the army, in the whole, fifteen thousand were killed, and as many made prisoners. Hannibal, desirous to bestow funeral honors upon the body of Flaminius, made diligent search after it, but could not find it among the dead, nor was it ever known what became of it. Upon the former engagement near Trebia, neither the general who wrote, nor the express who told the news, used straightforward and direct terms, nor related it otherwise than as a drawn battle, with equal loss on either side; but on this occasion, as soon as Pomponius the praetor had the intelligence, he caused the people to assemble, and, without disguising or dissembling the matter, told them plainly, “We are beaten, O Romans, in a great battle; the consul Flaminius is killed; think, therefore, what is to be done for your safety.” Letting loose his news like a gale of wind upon an open sea, he threw the city into utter confusion: in such consternation, their thoughts found no support or stay. The danger at hand at last awakened their judgments into a resolution to choose a dictator, who, by the sovereign authority of his office and by his personal wisdom and courage, might be able to manage the public affairs. Their choice unanimously fell upon Fabius, whose character seemed equal to the greatness of the office; whose age was so far advanced as to give him experience, without taking from him the vigor of action; his body could execute what his soul designed; and his temper was a happy compound of confidence and cautiousness.
In this battle, Flaminius was killed after showing great strength and bravery, and around him, all the bravest soldiers of the army—about fifteen thousand—were killed, with just as many taken prisoner. Hannibal, wanting to give Flaminius a proper burial, searched tirelessly for his body but couldn't find it among the dead, and it was never known what happened to it. During the earlier fight near Trebia, neither the general who reported the battle nor the messenger who delivered the news spoke clearly; they described it as a draw, with equal losses on both sides. However, this time, as soon as Pomponius the praetor received the news, he gathered the people together and, without hiding or sugarcoating the reality, told them straightforwardly, “We’ve been defeated, O Romans, in a major battle; Consul Flaminius is dead; now think about what we need to do to ensure your safety.” His announcement hit the city like a strong wind on open water, plunging it into chaos; overwhelmed, the citizens couldn’t find any stability in their thoughts. The imminent danger finally pushed them to decide to choose a dictator, someone who, with the full authority of the position and their personal knowledge and bravery, could handle public affairs. They unanimously selected Fabius, whose character seemed fit for such an important role; he was old enough to have the experience needed while still possessing the energy to act; his body could do what his mind envisioned; and his temperament combined confidence with caution.
Fabius, being thus installed in the office of dictator, in the first place gave the command of the horse to Lucius Minucius; and next asked leave of the senate for himself, that in time of battle he might serve on horseback, which by an ancient law amongst the Romans was forbid to their generals; whether it were, that, placing their greatest strength in their foot, they would have their commanders-in-chief posted amongst them, or else to let them know, that, how great and absolute soever their authority were, the people and senate were still their masters, of whom they must ask leave. Fabius, however, to make the authority of his charge more observable, and to render the people more submissive and obedient to him, caused himself to be accompanied with the full body of four and twenty lictors; and, when the surviving consul came to visit him, sent him word to dismiss his lictors with their fasces, the ensigns of authority, and appear before him as a private person.
Fabius, having taken on the role of dictator, first appointed Lucius Minucius as the commander of the cavalry. He then requested permission from the senate to serve on horseback in battle, which was prohibited for generals by an ancient Roman law. This was likely because they placed their main strength in infantry, wanting their commanders to be among them, or to remind them that, no matter how powerful their authority was, the people and the senate were still in charge, and they needed to ask for permission. To make his authority more visible and encourage the people to be more obedient, Fabius surrounded himself with a full contingent of twenty-four lictors. When the surviving consul came to see him, Fabius instructed him to send away his lictors with their fasces, the symbols of authority, and to come to him as a private citizen.
The first solemn action of his dictatorship was very fitly a religious one: an admonition to the people, that their late overthrow had not befallen them through want of courage in their soldiers, but through the neglect of divine ceremonies in the general. He therefore exhorted them not to fear the enemy, but by extraordinary honor to propitiate the gods. This he did, not to fill their minds with superstition, but by religious feeling to raise their courage, and lessen their fear of the enemy by inspiring the belief that Heaven was on their side. With this view, the secret prophecies called the Sibylline Books were consulted; sundry predictions found in them were said to refer to the fortunes and events of the time; but none except the consulter was informed. Presenting himself to the people, the dictator made a vow before them to offer in sacrifice the whole product of the next season, all Italy over, of the cows, goats, swine, sheep, both in the mountains and the plains; and to celebrate musical festivities with an expenditure of the precise sum of 333 sestertia and 333 denarii, with one third of a denarius over. The sum total of which is, in our money, 83,583 drachmas and 2 obols. What the mystery might be in that exact number is not easy to determine, unless it were in honor of the perfection of the number three, as being the first of odd numbers, the first that contains in itself multiplication, with all other properties whatsoever belonging to numbers in general.
The first serious act of his dictatorship was appropriately a religious one: a warning to the people that their recent defeat wasn't due to their soldiers lacking courage, but rather because their general had neglected divine rituals. He urged them not to fear the enemy and to honor the gods exceptionally to gain their favor. He did this not to instill superstition but to uplift their spirits and reduce their fear of the enemy by fostering the belief that the heavens were on their side. To support this, the secret prophecies known as the Sibylline Books were consulted; some predictions found within were thought to relate to the current fortunes and events, but only the consulter was made aware of them. Addressing the people, the dictator vowed to sacrifice the entire yield of the next season across all of Italy—cows, goats, pigs, sheep from both the mountains and plains—and to hold musical celebrations with a budget of exactly 333 sestertia and 333 denarii, plus one third of a denarius. In today's terms, this total amounts to 83,583 drachmas and 2 obols. The significance of that specific number is hard to pinpoint, unless it relates to the perfection of the number three, as it is the first odd number and the first to include multiplication, along with all other properties of numbers in general.
In this manner Fabius having given the people better heart for the future, by making them believe that the gods took their side, for his own part placed his whole confidence in himself, believing that the gods bestowed victory and good fortune by the instrumentality of valor and of prudence; and thus prepared he set forth to oppose Hannibal, not with intention to fight him, but with the purpose of wearing out and wasting the vigor of his arms by lapse of time, of meeting his want of resources by superior means, by large numbers the smallness of his forces. With this design, he always encamped on the highest grounds, where the enemy’s horse could have no access to him. Still he kept pace with them; when they marched he followed them, when they encamped he did the same, but at such a distance as not to be compelled to an engagement, and always keeping upon the hills, free from the insults of their horse; by which means he gave them no rest, but kept them in a continual alarm.
In this way, Fabius boosted the people's morale for the future by convincing them that the gods were on their side. He placed his complete trust in himself, believing that victory and good fortune came through bravery and wisdom. With this mindset, he set out to face Hannibal, not intending to fight him, but aiming to wear down and exhaust his strength over time, using superior resources and large numbers against his smaller forces. To achieve this, he always camped on higher ground, where the enemy's cavalry couldn't reach him. He kept up with them; when they marched, he followed, and when they set up camp, he did the same, but at a distance that prevented any engagement, always staying on the hills to avoid their cavalry's attacks. This strategy prevented them from resting and kept them in a constant state of alert.
But this his dilatory way gave occasion in his own camp for suspicion of want of courage; and this opinion prevailed yet more in Hannibal’s army. Hannibal was himself the only man who was not deceived, who discerned his skill and detected his tactics, and saw, unless he could by art or force bring him to battle, that the Carthaginians, unable to use the arms in which they were superior, and suffering the continual drain of lives and treasure in which they were inferior, would in the end come to nothing. He resolved, therefore, with all the arts and subtilties of war to break his measures, and to bring Fabius to an engagement; like a cunning wrestler, watching every opportunity to get good hold and close with his adversary. He at one time attacked, and sought to distract his attention, tried to draw him off in various directions, endeavored in all ways to tempt him from his safe policy. All this artifice, though it had no effect upon the firm judgment and conviction of the dictator. yet upon the common soldier and even upon the general of the horse himself, it had too great an operation: Minucius, unseasonably eager for action, bold and confident, humored the soldiery, and himself contributed to fill them with wild eagerness and empty hopes, which they vented in reproaches upon Fabius, calling him Hannibal’s pedagogue, since he did nothing else but follow him up and down and wait upon him. At the same time, they cried up Minucius for the only captain worthy to command the Romans; whose vanity and presumption rose so high in consequence, that he insolently jested at Fabius’s encampments upon the mountains, saying that he seated them there as on a theater, to behold the flames and desolation of their country. And he would sometimes ask the friends of the general, whether it were not his meaning, by thus leading them from mountain to mountain, to carry them at last (having no hopes on earth) up into heaven, or to hide them in the clouds from Hannibal’s army? When his friends reported these things to the dictator, persuading him that, to avoid the general obloquy, he should engage the enemy, his answer was, “I should be more fainthearted than they make me, if, through fear of idle reproaches, I should abandon my own convictions. It is no inglorious thing to have fear for the safety of our country, but to be turned from one’s course by men’s opinions, by blame, and by misrepresentation, shows a man unfit to hold an office such as this, which, by such conduct, he makes the slave of those whose errors it is his business to control.”
But his slow approach led to suspicions about his bravery within his own camp, and this feeling grew even stronger in Hannibal’s army. Hannibal alone saw through this and recognized his strategy and tactics. He realized that unless he could force a confrontation, the Carthaginians would ultimately fail, unable to effectively use their superior weapons while suffering losses in both lives and resources. So, he decided to disrupt Fabius's plans with all the tricks and strategies of warfare to provoke him into battle, like a clever wrestler seizing every chance to engage his opponent. At one point, he launched attacks to distract attention, attempted to lure Fabius in different directions, and tried to tempt him away from his cautious approach. While this manipulation didn’t sway the firm judgment of the dictator, it did have a significant impact on the regular soldiers and even the cavalry general, Minucius, who was overly eager for action. Confident and bold, he played into the soldiers' desires and filled them with reckless enthusiasm and false hopes, which they expressed by criticizing Fabius, calling him Hannibal's tutor, as if he was merely following him around without taking action. Concurrently, they praised Minucius as the only leader deserving of command over the Romans, which inflated his ego to the point where he mockingly referred to Fabius’s mountain encampments as a stage for watching the destruction of their homeland. He would ask Fabius’s friends if the general aimed to lead them from mountain to mountain, ultimately to carry them (with no hope left) up into the heavens or hide them in the clouds from Hannibal’s army. When his friends conveyed this to the dictator, urging him to engage the enemy to avoid public criticism, his reply was, “I would be more cowardly than they claim if I gave up my beliefs out of fear of pointless reproaches. Caring for the safety of our country is not a dishonorable fear, but changing one’s path based on public opinion, blame, and misrepresentation shows a man unfit for this office, which he allows to be dictated by those whose mistakes he should be correcting.”
An oversight of Hannibal occurred soon after. Desirous to refresh his horse in some good pasture-grounds, and to draw off his army, he ordered his guides to conduct him to the district of Casinum. They, mistaking his bad pronunciation, led him and his army to the town of Casilinum, on the frontier of Campania which the river Lothronus, called by the Romans Vulturnus, divides in two parts. The country around is enclosed by mountains, with a valley opening towards the sea, in which the river overflowing forms a quantity of marsh land with deep banks of sand, and discharges itself into the sea on a very unsafe and rough shore. While Hannibal was proceeding hither, Fabius, by his knowledge of the roads, succeeded in making his way around before him, and dispatched four thousand choice men to seize the exit from it and stop him up, and lodged the rest of his army upon the neighboring hills in the most advantageous places; at the same time detaching a party of his lightest armed men to fall upon Hannibal’s rear; which they did with such success, that they cut off eight hundred of them, and put the whole army in disorder. Hannibal, finding the error and the danger he was fallen into, immediately crucified the guides; but considered the enemy to be so advantageously posted, that there was no hopes of breaking through them; while his soldiers began to be despondent and terrified, and to think themselves surrounded with embarrassments too difficult to be surmounted.
An oversight by Hannibal happened soon after. Wanting to refresh his horse in good pastures and to move his army, he instructed his guides to take him to the Casinum region. However, they misunderstood his poor pronunciation and led him and his army to the town of Casilinum, located on the border of Campania, which is split by the river Lothronus, known to the Romans as Vulturnus. The area is surrounded by mountains, with a valley opening toward the sea, where the overflowing river creates marshland with deep sandy banks and empties into the sea along a very unsafe and rocky shore. While Hannibal was heading there, Fabius, using his knowledge of the roads, managed to get ahead of him, sending four thousand elite troops to seize the exit and block it off, while positioning the rest of his army on the nearby hills in the best spots. At the same time, he sent a group of his lightest armed men to attack Hannibal's rear; they were so successful that they cut off eight hundred of Hannibal's soldiers, throwing the entire army into chaos. Realizing his mistake and the danger he was in, Hannibal immediately had the guides executed; however, he saw that the enemy was so well positioned that there was no hope of breaking through their lines, while his soldiers began to lose hope and become terrified, feeling overwhelmed by challenges that seemed insurmountable.
Thus reduced, Hannibal had recourse to stratagem; he caused two thousand head of oxen which he had in his camp, to have torches or dry fagots well fastened to their horns, and lighting them in the beginning of the night, ordered the beasts to be driven on towards the heights commanding the passages out of the valley and the enemy’s posts; when this was done, he made his army in the dark leisurely march after them. The oxen at first kept a slow, orderly pace, and with their lighted heads resembled an army marching by night, astonishing the shepherds and herds men of the hills about. But when the fire had burnt down the horns of the beasts to the quick, they no longer observed their sober pace, but, unruly and wild with their pain, ran dispersed about, tossing their heads and scattering the fire round about them upon each other and setting light as they passed to the trees. This was a surprising spectacle to the Romans on guard upon the heights. Seeing flames which appeared to come from men advancing with torches, they were possessed with the alarm that the enemy was approaching in various quarters, and that they were being surrounded; and, quitting their post, abandoned the pass, and precipitately retired to their camp on the hills. They were no sooner gone, but the light-armed of Hannibal’s men, according to his order, immediately seized the heights, and soon after the whole army, with all the baggage, came up and safely marched through the passes.
With his forces reduced, Hannibal resorted to clever tactics. He had two thousand oxen from his camp fitted with torches or dry sticks attached to their horns. When night fell, he lit the torches and ordered the oxen to be driven up towards the high ground that controlled the exits from the valley and the enemy’s positions. Once this was done, he led his army to march quietly after them in the dark. At first, the oxen moved at a slow, steady pace, and with their glowing heads, they looked like a nighttime army, amazing the shepherds and herders on the nearby hills. But as the fire burned down the horns, the animals became restless and frantic with pain, scattering in all directions, swinging their heads and spreading fire among themselves and igniting the trees as they ran. This created a shocking sight for the Romans stationed on the heights. Seeing flames that seemed to come from soldiers approaching with torches, they panicked, fearing they were being surrounded by the enemy from multiple directions. They abandoned their posts and hurried back to their camp on the hills. No sooner had they left than Hannibal’s light-armed troops, following his orders, quickly took control of the heights. Soon after, the entire army, along with all the supplies, followed safely through the passes.
Fabius, before the night was over, quickly found out the trick; for some of the beasts fell into his hands; but for fear of an ambush in the dark, he kept his men all night to their arms in the camp. As soon as it was day, he attacked the enemy in the rear, where, after a good deal of skirmishing in the uneven ground, the disorder might have become general, but that Hannibal detached from his van a body of Spaniards, who, of themselves active and nimble, were accustomed to the climbing of mountains. These briskly attacked the Roman troops who were in heavy armor, killed a good many, and left Fabius no longer in condition to follow the enemy. This action brought the extreme of obloquy and contempt upon the dictator; they said it was now manifest that he was not only inferior to his adversary, as they had always thought, in courage, but even in that conduct, foresight, and generalship, by which he had proposed to bring the war to an end.
Fabius, before the night was over, quickly figured out the trick; some of the beasts fell into his hands. However, fearing an ambush in the dark, he had his men on guard all night in the camp. As soon as day broke, he attacked the enemy from behind. After a lot of fighting on the uneven ground, things could have turned chaotic, but Hannibal sent out a group of Spaniards from his front line. They were naturally agile and used to climbing mountains. They quickly attacked the Roman troops, who were heavily armored, killing quite a few and leaving Fabius unable to pursue the enemy. This defeat brought extreme shame and ridicule upon the dictator; people said it was now clear that he was not just less courageous than his opponent, as they had always believed, but also lacking in the planning, foresight, and leadership that he claimed would lead to the war's end.
And Hannibal, to enhance their anger against him, marched with his army close to the lands and possessions of Fabius, and, giving orders to his soldiers to burn and destroy all the country about, forbade them to do the least damage in the estates of the Roman general, and placed guards for their security. This, when reported at Rome, had the effect with the people which Hannibal desired. Their tribunes raised a thousand stories against him, chiefly at the instigation of Metilius, who, not so much out of hatred to him as out of friendship to Minucius, whose kinsman he was, thought by depressing Fabius to raise his friend. The senate on their part were also offended with him, for the bargain he had made with Hannibal about the exchange of prisoners, the conditions of which were, that, after exchange made of man for man, if any on either side remained, they should be redeemed at the price of two hundred and fifty drachmas a head. Upon the whole account, there remained two hundred and forty Romans unexchanged, and the senate now not only refused to allow money for the ransoms, but also reproached Fabius for making a contract, contrary to the honor and interest of the commonwealth, for redeeming men whose cowardice had put them in the hands of the enemy. Fabius heard and endured all this with invincible patience; and, having no money by him, and on the other side being resolved to keep his word with Hannibal and not to abandon the captives, he dispatched his son to Rome to sell land, and to bring with him the price, sufficient to discharge the ransoms; which was punctually performed by his son, and delivery accordingly made to him of the prisoners, amongst whom many, when they were released, made proposals to repay the money; which Fabius in all cases declined.
And Hannibal, to stir up more anger against him, marched with his army near the lands and possessions of Fabius. He ordered his soldiers to burn and destroy everything around, but he forbade them to harm anything on the Roman general's estates and placed guards to protect those areas. When this news reached Rome, it had the effect Hannibal wanted. Their tribunes spread a thousand stories about him, mainly encouraged by Metilius, who, not so much out of hatred for Hannibal, but out of loyalty to Minucius—his relative—thought that by bringing down Fabius, he would elevate his friend. The senate was also upset with him because of the deal he made with Hannibal regarding the exchange of prisoners. The conditions were that, after exchanging one for one, if there were any prisoners left on either side, they would be ransomed for two hundred and fifty drachmas each. Overall, there were two hundred and forty Romans still unexchanged, and the senate not only refused to provide money for their ransoms but also criticized Fabius for making a deal that went against the honor and interests of the state, redeeming men whose cowardice had led them into enemy hands. Fabius listened to all this with incredible patience; lacking the money himself and determined to keep his word with Hannibal and not abandon the captives, he sent his son to Rome to sell land and bring back enough money to pay the ransoms. His son executed this task as planned, and the prisoners were handed over to him. Many of those released offered to pay back the money, but Fabius declined all such proposals.
About this time, he was called to Rome by the priests, to assist, according to the duty of his office, at certain sacrifices, and was thus forced to leave the command of the army with Minucius; but before he parted, not only charged him as his commander-in-chief, but besought and entreated him, not to come, in his absence, to a battle with Hannibal. His commands, entreaties, and advice were lost upon Minucius; for his back was no sooner turned but the new general immediately sought occasions to attack the enemy. And notice being brought him that Hannibal had sent out a great part of his army to forage, he fell upon a detachment of the remainder, doing great execution, and driving them to their very camp, with no little terror to the rest, who apprehended their breaking in upon them; and when Hannibal had recalled his scattered forces to the camp, he, nevertheless, without any loss, made his retreat, a success which aggravated his boldness and presumption, and filled the soldiers with rash confidence. The news spread to Rome, where Fabius, on being told it, said that what he most feared was Minucius’s success: but the people, highly elated, hurried to the forum to listen to an address from Metilius the tribune, in which he infinitely extolled the valor of Minucius, and fell bitterly upon Fabius, accusing him for want not merely of courage, but even of loyalty; and not only him, but also many other eminent and considerable persons; saying that it was they that had brought the Carthaginians into Italy, with the design to destroy the liberty of the people; for which end they had at once put the supreme authority into the hands of a single person, who by his slowness and delays might give Hannibal leisure to establish himself in Italy, and the people of Carthage time and opportunity to supply him with fresh succors to complete his conquests
Around this time, the priests summoned him to Rome to perform certain sacrifices as part of his duties, forcing him to leave the military command with Minucius. Before he departed, he not only assigned him the role of commander-in-chief but also earnestly urged him not to engage in battle with Hannibal during his absence. However, his instructions, pleas, and counsel were ignored by Minucius. As soon as he turned his back, the new general seized opportunities to attack the enemy. When he learned that Hannibal had sent a significant portion of his army out to forage, he launched an attack on a group of the remaining forces, causing considerable damage and driving them back to their camp, instilling a great deal of fear in the rest who worried they might be attacked as well. After Hannibal recalled his scattered troops to the camp, Minucius still managed to retreat without any losses, an accomplishment that only fueled his arrogance and boosted the soldiers' reckless confidence. News of this reached Rome, where Fabius expressed his greatest concern was Minucius's success. Meanwhile, the crowd, very excited, rushed to the forum to hear a speech from Metilius the tribune, who praised Minucius's bravery to the skies while harshly criticizing Fabius, accusing him not just of lacking courage but also of disloyalty. He also condemned several other prominent figures, claiming they were responsible for bringing the Carthaginians into Italy with the intention of destroying the people's freedom. To achieve this, they had handed over supreme authority to a single individual, who, through his hesitance and delays, might give Hannibal the chance to secure his position in Italy and allow the Carthaginians time to send him reinforcements to complete his conquests.
Fabius came forward with no intention to answer the tribune, but only said, that they should expedite the sacrifices, that so he might speedily return to the army to punish Minucius, who had presumed to fight contrary to his orders; words which immediately possessed the people with the belief that Minucius stood in danger of his life. For it was in the power of the dictator to imprison and to put to death, and they feared that Fabius, of a mild temper in general, would be as hard to be appeased when once irritated, as he was slow to be provoked. Nobody dared to raise his voice in opposition. Metilius alone, whose office of tribune gave him security to say what he pleased (for in the time of a dictatorship that magistrate alone preserves his authority), boldly applied himself to the people in the behalf of Minucius: that they should not suffer him to be made a sacrifice to the enmity of Fabius, nor permit him to be destroyed, like the son of Manlius Torquatus, who was beheaded by his father for a victory fought and triumphantly won against order; he exhorted them to take away from Fabius that absolute power of a dictator, and to put it into more worthy hands, better able and more inclined to use it for the public good. These impressions very much prevailed upon the people, though not so far as wholly to dispossess Fabius of the dictatorship. But they decreed that Minucius should have an equal authority with the dictator in the conduct of the war; which was a thing then without precedent, though a little later it was again practiced after the disaster at Cannae; when the dictator, Marcus Junius, being with the army, they chose at Rome Fabius Buteo dictator, that he might create new senators, to supply the numerous places of those who were killed. But as soon as, once acting in public, he had filled those vacant places with a sufficient number, he immediately dismissed his lictors, and withdrew from all his attendance, and, mingling like a common person with the rest of the people, quietly went about his own affairs in the forum.
Fabius stepped forward without any intention of responding to the tribune; he only mentioned that they should hurry up with the sacrifices so he could quickly return to the army to punish Minucius, who had dared to fight against his orders. These words instantly made the crowd believe that Minucius was in serious danger. The dictator had the power to imprison or execute, and they feared that Fabius, generally mild-mannered, would be difficult to calm down once angered, even though he was slow to be provoked. No one dared to speak out against him. Only Metilius, whose role as tribune gave him the security to say what he wanted (as that magistrate alone holds authority during a dictatorship), boldly addressed the crowd on behalf of Minucius. He urged them not to let him be sacrificed to Fabius's anger, nor to allow him to be destroyed like the son of Manlius Torquatus, who was executed by his father for winning a battle against orders. He encouraged them to take away Fabius's absolute power as dictator and give it to someone more worthy and willing to use it for the public good. This had a significant effect on the people, although it didn’t completely strip Fabius of his dictatorship. However, they decided that Minucius should have equal authority with the dictator in overseeing the war; this was an unprecedented move at the time, but it was later seen again after the disaster at Cannae. When the dictator, Marcus Junius, was with the army, the people in Rome appointed Fabius Buteo as dictator so he could fill the numerous vacant senator positions left by those killed. As soon as he filled those spots with enough candidates, he dismissed his lictors, stepped away from all his attendants, and mingled like an ordinary person with the rest of the crowd, going about his own business in the forum.
The enemies of Fabius thought they had sufficiently humiliated and subdued him by raising Minucius to be his equal in authority; but they mistook the temper of the man, who looked upon their folly as not his loss, but like Diogenes, who, being told that some persons derided him, made answer, “But I am not derided,” meaning that only those were really insulted on whom such insults made an impression, so Fabius, with great tranquillity and unconcern, submitted to what happened, and contributed a proof to the argument of the philosophers that a just and good man is not capable of being dishonored. His only vexation arose from his fear lest this ill counsel, by supplying opportunities to the diseased military ambition of his subordinate, should damage the public cause. Lest the rashness of Minucius should now at once run headlong into some disaster, he returned back with all privacy and speed to the army; where he found Minucius so elevated with his new dignity, that, a joint-authority not contenting him, he required by turns to have the command of the army every other day. This Fabius rejected, but was contented that the army should be divided; thinking each general singly would better command his part, than partially command the whole. The first and fourth legion he took for his own division, the second and third he delivered to Minucius; so also of the auxiliary forces each had an equal share.
The enemies of Fabius believed they had embarrassed and defeated him by promoting Minucius to a position equal to his own. However, they misjudged his character. He saw their actions as foolishness, much like Diogenes, who, when told that some people mocked him, replied, “But I am not mocked,” implying that only those truly insulted are affected by such words. Fabius remained calm and unconcerned about what happened, demonstrating the philosophers’ point that a just and good person cannot be dishonored. His only worry came from the fear that this poor advice would give his ambitious subordinate an opportunity to harm the public good. To prevent the reckless Minucius from rushing into disaster, he quickly returned to the army in secret. When he arrived, he found Minucius so pleased with his new rank that, not satisfied with sharing authority, he demanded to take command of the army every other day. Fabius refused this, believing that each general would manage their portion better than sharing control of the whole. He took the first and fourth legions for himself, while he assigned the second and third to Minucius, ensuring that the auxiliary forces were also evenly split.
Minucius, thus exalted, could not contain himself from boasting of his success in humiliating the high and powerful office of the dictatorship. Fabius quietly reminded him that it was, in all wisdom, Hannibal, and not Fabius, whom he had to combat; but if he must needs contend with his colleague, it had best be in diligence and care for the preservation of Rome; that it might not be said, a man so favored by the people served them worse than he who had been ill-treated and disgraced by them.
Minucius, feeling proud, couldn't help but brag about his success in putting down the powerful position of the dictatorship. Fabius calmly reminded him that it was Hannibal he should be focusing on, not him; but if Minucius insisted on competing with his colleague, he should at least do so through hard work and dedication to protecting Rome. It wouldn’t look good if someone so popular with the people ended up serving them worse than someone who had been mistreated and shamed by them.
The young general, despising these admonitions as the false humility of age, immediately removed with the body of his army, and encamped by himself. Hannibal, who was not ignorant of all these passages, lay watching his advantage from them. It happened that between his army and that of Minucius there was a certain eminence, which seemed a very advantageous and not difficult post to encamp upon; the level field around it appeared, from a distance, to be all smooth and even, though it had many inconsiderable ditches and dips in it, not discernible to the eye. Hannibal, had he pleased, could easily have possessed himself of this ground; but he had reserved it for a bait, or train, in proper season, to draw the Romans to an engagement. Now that Minucius and Fabius were divided, he thought the opportunity fair for his purpose; and, therefore, having in the night time lodged a convenient number of his men in these ditches and hollow places, early in the morning he sent forth a small detachment, who, in the sight of Minucius, proceeded to possess themselves of the rising ground. According to his expectation, Minucius swallowed the bait, and first sends out his light troops, and after them some horse, to dislodge the enemy; and, at last, when he saw Hannibal in person advancing to the assistance of his men, marched down with his whole army drawn up. He engaged with the troops on the eminence, and sustained their missiles; the combat for some time was equal; but as soon as Hannibal perceived that the whole army was now sufficiently advanced within the toils he had set for them, so that their backs were open to his men whom he had posted in the hollows, he gave the signal; upon which they rushed forth from various quarters, and with loud cries furiously attacked Minucius in the rear. The surprise and the slaughter was great, and struck universal alarm and disorder through the whole army. Minucius himself lost all his confidence; he looked from officer to officer, and found all alike unprepared to face the danger, and yielding to a flight, which, however, could not end in safety. The Numidian horsemen were already in full victory riding about the plain, cutting down the fugitives.
The young general, dismissing these warnings as the false humility of older leaders, quickly moved with his army and set up camp by himself. Hannibal, who was aware of all these developments, was watching for the right moment to take advantage of them. There was a hill between his army and Minucius’s that looked like a great, easy place to camp. The flat ground around it seemed smooth and even from a distance, though it actually had several small ditches and dips that weren’t visible. Hannibal could have taken that spot easily but wanted to use it as bait to lure the Romans into a fight at the right time. Now that Minucius and Fabius were separated, he felt it was a good opportunity. So, during the night, he had a good number of his men hide in the ditches and low areas. Early in the morning, he sent out a small group who, in view of Minucius, moved to claim the high ground. As he expected, Minucius took the bait and first sent out his light troops, followed by some cavalry, to drive off the enemy. Eventually, when he saw Hannibal himself coming to help his men, he marched down with his entire army in formation. He engaged the troops on the hill and endured their attacks; for a while, the battle was evenly matched. But as soon as Hannibal noticed that the entire Roman army had advanced far enough into the trap he had set, leaving their backs open to his men hidden in the low ground, he gave the signal. His men charged out from different directions and, with loud cries, viciously attacked Minucius from behind. The surprise and slaughter were overwhelming, creating panic and chaos throughout Minucius’s army. Minucius lost all confidence; he looked from one officer to another, and found everyone unprepared to face the threat, leading them into a retreat that couldn’t possibly end well. The Numidian cavalry were already riding around the plain in victory, cutting down the fleeing soldiers.
Fabius was not ignorant of this danger of his countrymen; he foresaw what would happen from the rashness of Minucius, and the cunning of Hannibal; and, therefore, kept his men to their arms, in readiness to wait the event; nor would he trust to the reports of others, but he himself, in front of his camp, viewed all that passed. When, therefore, he saw the army of Minucius encompassed by the enemy, and that by their countenance and shifting their ground, they appeared more disposed to flight than to resistance, with a great sigh, striking his hand upon his thigh, he said to those about him, “O Hercules! how much sooner than I expected, though later than he seemed to desire, hath Minucius destroyed himself!” He then commanded the ensigns to be led forward and the army to follow, telling them, “We must make haste to rescue Minucius, who is a valiant man, and a lover of his country; and if he hath been too forward to engage the enemy, at another time we will tell him of it.” Thus, at the head of his men, Fabius marched up to the enemy, and first cleared the plain of the Numidians; and next fell upon those who were charging the Romans in the rear, cutting down all that made opposition, and obliging the rest to save themselves by a hasty retreat, lest they should be environed as the Romans had been. Hannibal, seeing so sudden a change of affairs, and Fabius, beyond the force of his age, opening his way through the ranks up the hill-side, that he might join Minucius, warily forbore, sounded a retreat, and drew off his men into their camp; while the Romans on their part were no less contented to retire in safety. It is reported that upon this occasion Hannibal said jestingly to his friends: “Did not I tell you, that this cloud which always hovered upon the mountains would, at some time or other, come down with a storm upon us?”
Fabius was well aware of the danger facing his fellow citizens; he predicted what would come from Minucius’s rashness and Hannibal’s cunning, and so he kept his men armed and ready for whatever might happen. He didn’t rely on others' reports but instead went to the front of his camp to see everything that was happening. When he saw that Minucius’s army was surrounded by the enemy and that their demeanor suggested they were more likely to flee than to fight, he let out a deep sigh, struck his thigh with his hand, and said to those around him, “O Hercules! How much sooner than I expected, though later than he seemed to want, has Minucius brought about his own destruction!” He then ordered the standards to be raised and the army to move forward, telling them, “We must hurry to save Minucius, who is a brave man and loves his country; if he was too eager to confront the enemy, we’ll talk to him about it later.” Leading his men, Fabius advanced toward the enemy, first driving the Numidians off the plain and then attacking those who were charging the Romans from behind, cutting down anyone who resisted and forcing the rest to retreat quickly to avoid being surrounded like the Romans had been. Seeing such a sudden change in the situation and Fabius, defying his age, making his way through the ranks up the hill to join Minucius, Hannibal wisely held back, sounded a retreat, and pulled his men back to their camp, while the Romans were equally glad to retreat safely. It’s said that on this occasion, Hannibal jokingly told his friends, “Didn’t I tell you that this cloud always hovering over the mountains would one day come down on us like a storm?”
Fabius, after his men had picked up the spoils of the field, retired to his own camp, without saying any harsh or reproachful thing to his colleague; who also on his part, gathering his army together, spoke and said to them: “To conduct great matters and never commit a fault is above the force of human nature; but to learn and improve by the faults we have committed, is that which becomes a good and sensible man. Some reasons I may have to accuse fortune, but I have many more to thank her; for in a few hours she hath cured a long mistake, and taught me that I am not the man who should command others, but have need of another to command me; and that we are not to contend for victory over those to whom it is our advantage to yield. Therefore in everything else henceforth the dictator must be your commander; only in showing gratitude towards him I will still be your leader, and always be the first to obey his orders.” Having said this, he commanded the Roman eagles to move forward, and all his men to follow him to the camp of Fabius. The soldiers, then, as he entered, stood amazed at the novelty of the sight, and were anxious and doubtful what the meaning might be. When he came near the dictator’s tent, Fabius went forth to meet him, on which he at once laid his standards at his feet, calling him with a loud voice his father; while the soldiers with him saluted the soldiers here as their patrons, the term employed by freedmen to those who gave them their liberty. After silence was obtained, Minucius said, “You have this day, O dictator, obtained two victories; one by your valor and conduct over Hannibal, and another by your wisdom and goodness over your colleague; by one victory you preserved, and by the other instructed us; and when we were already suffering one shameful defeat from Hannibal, by another welcome one from you we were restored to honor and safety. I can address you by no nobler name than that of a kind father, though a father’s beneficence falls short of that I have received from you. From a father I individually received the gift of life; to you I owe its preservation not for myself only, but for all these who are under me.” After this, he threw himself into the arms of the dictator; and in the same manner the soldiers of each army embraced one another with gladness and tears of joy.
Fabius, after his men had collected the spoils from the battlefield, returned to his camp without saying anything harsh or reproachful to his colleague. The colleague, gathering his army, addressed them: “To successfully manage significant matters without making mistakes is beyond human capability; however, learning and growing from our mistakes is what defines a good and wise person. I may have some reasons to blame fate, but I have even more to thank it; in just a few hours, it has corrected a long-standing error and shown me that I am not the right person to lead others, but rather need someone to lead me; and we should not fight for victory over those to whom it would benefit us to submit. Therefore, from now on, the dictator will be your commander in all matters; I will still lead you in showing gratitude to him, and I will always be the first to follow his orders.” After saying this, he ordered the Roman eagles to advance, and all his men to follow him to Fabius's camp. The soldiers stood in amazement at the unusual sight and were anxious and uncertain about what it meant. As he approached the dictator’s tent, Fabius came out to meet him, at which point he immediately laid his standards at Fabius's feet, loudly calling him his father; the soldiers with him greeted the soldiers there as their patrons, a term used by freedmen to refer to those who granted them their freedom. Once silence was achieved, Minucius said, “Today, O dictator, you have achieved two victories; one through your courage and leadership over Hannibal, and another through your wisdom and kindness toward your colleague. With one victory, you saved us, and with the other, you taught us; after suffering one disgraceful defeat at the hands of Hannibal, we have been restored to honor and safety thanks to you. I can think of no nobler title than that of a kind father, although a father’s kindness pales in comparison to what I have received from you. From a father, I was given the gift of life; to you, I owe its preservation, not just for myself but for all those who are under my command.” After this, he threw himself into the arms of the dictator, and the soldiers from both armies embraced each other with joy and tears of happiness.
Not long after, Fabius laid down the dictatorship, and consuls were again created. Those who immediately succeeded, observed the same method in managing the war, and avoided all occasions of fighting Hannibal in a pitched battle; they only succored their allies, and preserved the towns from falling off to the enemy. but afterwards, when Terentius Varro, a man of obscure birth, but very popular and bold, had obtained the consulship, he soon made it appear that by his rashness and ignorance he would stake the whole commonwealth on the hazard. For it was his custom to declaim in all assemblies, that, as long as Rome employed generals like Fabius there never would be an end of the war; vaunting that whenever he should get sight of the enemy, he would that same day free Italy from the strangers. With these promises he so prevailed, that he raised a greater army than had ever yet been sent out of Rome. There were enlisted eighty-eight thousand fighting men; but what gave confidence to the populace, only terrified the wise and experienced, and none more than Fabius; since if so great a body, and the flower of the Roman youth, should be cut off, they could not see any new resource for the safety of Rome. They addressed themselves, therefore, to the other consul, Aemilius Paulus, a man of great experience in war, but unpopular, and fearful also of the people, who once before upon some impeachment had condemned him; so that he needed encouragement to withstand his colleague’s temerity. Fabius told him, if he would profitably serve his country, he must no less oppose Varro’s ignorant eagerness than Hannibal’s conscious readiness, since both alike conspired to decide the fate of Rome by a battle. “It is more reasonable,” he said to him, “that you should believe me than Varro, in matters relating to Hannibal, when I tell you, that if for this year you abstain from fighting with him, either his army will perish of itself, or else he will be glad to depart of his own will. This evidently appears, inasmuch as, notwithstanding his victories, none of the countries or towns of Italy come in to him, and his army is not now the third part of what it was at first.” To this Paulus is said to have replied, “Did I only consider myself, I should rather choose to be exposed to the weapons of Hannibal than once more to the suffrages of my fellow-citizens, who are urgent for what you disapprove; yet since the cause of Rome is at stake, I will rather seek in my conduct to please and obey Fabius than all the world besides.”
Not long after, Fabius stepped down from the dictatorship, and consuls were appointed again. The ones who came right after continued to manage the war in the same way and avoided direct battles with Hannibal; they focused on helping their allies and keeping towns from falling into enemy hands. But later, when Terentius Varro, a man of humble origins but very popular and bold, became consul, it quickly became clear that his recklessness and ignorance could risk everything for the commonwealth. He often declared in meetings that as long as Rome relied on generals like Fabius, the war would never end; boasting that whenever he spotted the enemy, he would liberate Italy from the invaders that same day. With these bold claims, he succeeded in raising the largest army ever sent out of Rome. Eighty-eight thousand soldiers were enlisted; however, while this inspired confidence among the people, it left experienced and wise individuals, especially Fabius, very worried. They feared that if such a large force, filled with the best of Roman youth, was defeated, they wouldn’t see any new way to ensure Rome's safety. Therefore, they turned to the other consul, Aemilius Paulus, a highly experienced but unpopular man, who was also afraid of the citizens after being condemned previously. He needed support to stand against his colleague’s reckless behavior. Fabius told him that if he wanted to serve his country effectively, he had to oppose Varro’s ignorant enthusiasm as much as Hannibal’s readiness, since both were pushing for a decisive battle that could determine Rome's fate. “It’s more reasonable,” he said, “for you to trust me than Varro when it comes to Hannibal. If you avoid fighting him this year, either his army will die off on its own, or he will choose to leave willingly. This is clear, because despite his victories, none of the regions or towns in Italy have joined him, and his army is now only a third of what it once was.” Paulus is said to have replied, “If I only thought of myself, I would rather face Hannibal’s weapons than risk the judgment of my fellow citizens, who are pushing for what you oppose; yet since Rome’s cause is at stake, I will seek to please and obey Fabius over everyone else.”
These good measures were defeated by the importunity of Varro; whom, when they were both come to the army, nothing would content but a separate command, that each consul should have his day; and when his turn came, he posted his army close to Hannibal, at a village called Cannae, by the river Aufidus. It was no sooner day, but he set up the scarlet coat flying over his tent, which was the signal of battle. This boldness of the consul, and the numerousness of his army, double theirs, startled the Carthaginians; but Hannibal commanded them to their arms, and with a small train rode out to take a full prospect of the enemy as they were now forming in their ranks, from a rising ground not far distant. One of his followers, called Gisco, a Carthaginian of equal rank with himself, told him that the numbers of the enemy were astonishing; to which Hannibal replied, with a serious countenance, “There is one thing, Gisco, yet more astonishing, which you take no notice of;” and when Gisco inquired what, answered, that “in all those great numbers before us, there is not one man called Gisco.” This unexpected jest of their general made all the company laugh, and as they came down from the hill, they told it to those whom they met, which caused a general laughter amongst them all, from which they were hardly able to recover themselves. The army, seeing Hannibal’s attendants come back from viewing the enemy in such a laughing condition, concluded that it must be profound contempt of the enemy, that made their general at this moment indulge in such hilarity.
These good plans were undermined by Varro's persistence; when they both arrived at the army, nothing would satisfy him but a separate command, insisting that each consul should take his turn. When it was his turn, he positioned his army near Hannibal, in a village called Cannae, by the Aufidus River. As soon as day broke, he raised the scarlet flag over his tent, signaling for battle. The consul's audacity and the sheer size of his army, which was double that of Hannibal's, alarmed the Carthaginians. However, Hannibal ordered his troops to arm themselves and, with a few companions, rode out to get a good look at the enemy as they formed their ranks from a nearby high point. One of his followers, Gisco, a fellow Carthaginian of equal standing, remarked on the astonishing number of enemy troops. Hannibal replied, with a serious expression, “There's one thing even more surprising, Gisco, that you’re overlooking.” When Gisco asked what that was, Hannibal said, “In all those numbers before us, there isn’t a single man named Gisco.” This unexpected joke from their general made everyone laugh, and as they descended from the hill, they shared it with others they encountered, resulting in widespread laughter that left them hardly able to recover. Seeing Hannibal's attendants return from scouting the enemy in such a jovial state, the army concluded that their general's laughter reflected a deep contempt for the enemy.
According to his usual manner, Hannibal employed stratagems to advantage himself. In the first place, he so drew up his men that the wind was at their backs, which at that time blew with a perfect storm of violence, and, sweeping over the great plains of sand, carried before it a cloud of dust over the Carthaginian army into the faces of the Romans, which much disturbed them in the fight. In the next place, all his best men he put into his wings; and in the body, which was somewhat more advanced than the wings, placed the worst and the weakest of his army. He commanded those in the wings, that, when the enemy had made a thorough charge upon that middle advanced body, which he knew would recoil, as not being able to withstand their shock, and when the Romans, in their pursuit, should be far enough engaged within the two wings, they should, both on the right and the left, charge them in the flank, and endeavor to encompass them. This appears to have been the chief cause of the Roman loss. Pressing upon Hannibal’s front, which gave ground, they reduced the form of his army into a perfect half-moon, and gave ample opportunity to the captains of the chosen troops to charge them right and left on their flanks, and to cut off and destroy all who did not fall back before the Carthaginian wings united in their rear. To this general calamity, it is also said, that a strange mistake among the cavalry much contributed. For the horse of Aemilius receiving a hurt and throwing his master, those about him immediately alighted to aid the consul; and the Roman troops, seeing their commanders thus quitting their horses, took it for a sign that they should all dismount and charge the enemy on foot. At the sight of this, Hannibal was heard to say, “This pleases me better than if they had been delivered to me bound hand and foot.” For the particulars of this engagement, we refer our reader to those authors who have written at large upon the subject.
In his typical fashion, Hannibal used clever tactics to his advantage. First, he positioned his troops so that the wind was behind them, which was blowing violently at the time, creating a massive cloud of dust that blew into the faces of the Roman army, greatly disturbing them in battle. Next, he placed his best soldiers on the flanks, while the less skilled and weaker members of his army were in the center, which was slightly ahead of the wings. He instructed those on the flanks to wait until the enemy charged the more advanced center, which he knew would falter under pressure. When the Romans were deeply engaged with the center, the flanking forces would then strike them from the sides and try to surround them. This strategy seems to have been the main reason for the Romans' defeat. As they pressed forward against Hannibal's front, which was giving way, they inadvertently shaped his army into a perfect half-moon, allowing the leaders of his elite troops to hit them on both sides and eliminate anyone who didn’t retreat before the Carthaginian wings closed in from behind. To this widespread disaster, a strange mistake among the cavalry also played a significant role. When Aemilius’s horse was injured and threw him off, those nearby immediately dismounted to help the consul, and the Roman troops saw their commanders getting off their horses as a signal to do the same and charge the enemy on foot. At this sight, Hannibal was heard to say, “I prefer this to having them delivered to me tied up.” For more details about this battle, we direct readers to those authors who have extensively covered the topic.
The consul Varro, with a thin company, fled to Venusia; Aemilius Paulus, unable any longer to oppose the flight of his men, or the pursuit of the enemy, his body all covered with wounds, and his soul no less wounded with grief, sat himself down upon a stone, expecting the kindness of a dispatching blow. His face was so disfigured, and all his person so stained with blood, that his very friends and domestics passing by knew him not. At last Cornelius Lentulus, a young man of patrician race, perceiving who he was, alighted from his horse, and, tendering it to him, desired him to get up and save a life so necessary to the safety of the commonwealth, which, at this time, would dearly want so great a captain. But nothing could prevail upon him to accept of the offer; he obliged young Lentulus, with tears in his eyes, to remount his horse; then standing up, he gave him his hand, and commanded him to tell Fabius Maximus that Aemilius Paulus had followed his directions to his very last, and had not in the least deviated from those measures which were agreed between them; but that it was his hard fate to be overpowered by Varro in the first place, and secondly by Hannibal. Having dispatched Lentulus with this commission, he marked where the slaughter was greatest, and there threw himself upon the swords of the enemy. In this battle it is reported that fifty thousand Romans were slain, four thousand prisoners taken in the field, and ten thousand in the camp of both consuls.
The consul Varro, with a small group, fled to Venusia; Aemilius Paulus, unable to stop his men from running away or the enemy from chasing them, sat down on a stone, his body covered in wounds and his heart heavy with grief, hoping for a quick death. His face was so disfigured and his body so stained with blood that even his friends and household members didn’t recognize him as they passed by. Finally, Cornelius Lentulus, a young man from a noble family, realized who he was, got off his horse, and offered it to him, urging him to get up and save a life so essential to the safety of the state, which urgently needed such a great leader at that time. But nothing could convince him to take the offer; he made young Lentulus, with tears in his eyes, get back on his horse. Then, standing up, he took his hand and instructed him to tell Fabius Maximus that Aemilius Paulus had followed his orders till the end and hadn’t strayed at all from the plans they agreed upon; but that it was his unfortunate fate to be overwhelmed first by Varro and then by Hannibal. After sending Lentulus with this message, he noted where the fighting was toughest and threw himself onto the enemy’s swords. In this battle, it is reported that fifty thousand Romans were killed, four thousand prisoners taken in the field, and ten thousand in the camps of both consuls.
The friends of Hannibal earnestly persuaded him to follow up his victory, and pursue the flying Romans into the very gates of Rome, assuring him that in five days’ time he might sup in the capitol; nor is it easy to imagine what consideration hindered him from it. It would seem rather that some supernatural or divine intervention caused the hesitation and timidity which he now displayed, and which made Barcas, a Carthaginian, tell him with indignation, “You know, Hannibal, how to gain a victory, but not how to use it.” Yet it produced a marvelous revolution in his affairs; he, who hitherto had not one town, market, or seaport in his possession, who had nothing for the subsistence of his men but what he pillaged from day to day, who had no place of retreat or basis of operation, but was roving, as it were, with a huge troop of banditti, now became master of the best provinces and towns of Italy, and of Capua itself, next to Rome the most flourishing and opulent city, all which came over to him, and submitted to his authority.
Hannibal's friends strongly urged him to capitalize on his victory and chase the fleeing Romans all the way to the gates of Rome, assuring him that he could have dinner at the Capitol in just five days. It’s hard to understand what held him back. It seemed like some kind of supernatural or divine force was causing his hesitation and fear, which led Barcas, a Carthaginian, to angrily tell him, “You know how to win a battle, Hannibal, but not how to take advantage of it.” However, this moment of hesitation triggered an incredible change in his situation; he, who had previously controlled no towns, markets, or ports, had only managed to keep his men fed by raiding day by day, and who had no safe place to retreat to or base to operate from—living like a band of outlaws—suddenly became the ruler of the richest provinces and cities of Italy, including Capua, which was next to Rome the most prosperous and wealthy city, all of which surrendered to him and accepted his authority.
It is the saying of Euripides, that “a man is in ill-case when he must try a friend,” and so neither, it would seem, is a state in a good one, when it needs an able general. And so it was with the Romans; the counsels and actions of Fabius, which, before the battle, they had branded as cowardice and fear, now, in the other extreme they accounted to have been more than human wisdom; as though nothing but a divine power of intellect could have seen so far, and foretold, contrary to the judgment of all others, a result which, even now it had arrived, was hardly credible. In him, therefore, they placed their whole remaining hopes; his wisdom was the sacred altar and temple to which they fled for refuge, and his counsels, more than anything, preserved them from dispersing and deserting their city, as in the time when the Gauls took possession of Rome. He, whom they esteemed fearful and pusillanimous when they were, as they thought, in a prosperous condition, was now the only man, in this general and unbounded dejection and confusion, who showed no fear, but walked the streets with an assured and serene countenance, addressed his fellow-citizens, checked the women’s lamentations, and the public gatherings of those who wanted thus to vent their sorrows. He caused the senate to meet, he heartened up the magistrates, and was himself as the soul and life of every office.
Euripides said, “a man is in a bad situation when he has to test a friend,” and it seems that a state is also in trouble when it needs a skilled general. This was the case for the Romans; the strategies and actions of Fabius, which they previously labeled as cowardice and fear before the battle, were now seen as extraordinary wisdom. It was as if only a divine intellect could have predicted such outcomes, which, even as they unfolded, seemed almost unbelievable. They placed all their remaining hopes in him; his wisdom became the sacred place they turned to for safety, and his advice kept them from scattering and abandoning their city, just like when the Gauls took over Rome. The man they had called fearful and timid when they believed they were doing well was now the only one who remained calm during this widespread despair and chaos. He walked the streets with confidence, spoke to his fellow citizens, silenced the women's cries, and prevented public gatherings of those expressing their grief. He called the senate to meet, rallied the magistrates, and was the very essence and life of every position.
He placed guards at the gates of the city to stop the frighted multitude from flying; he regulated and controlled their mournings for their slain friends, both as to time and place; ordering that each family should perform such observances within private walls, and that they should continue only the space of one month, and then the whole city should be purified. The feast of Ceres happening to fall within this time, it was decreed that the solemnity should be intermitted, lest the fewness, and the sorrowful countenance of those who should celebrate it, might too much expose to the people the greatness of their loss; besides that, the worship most acceptable to the gods is that which comes from cheerful hearts. But those rites which were proper for appeasing their anger, and procuring auspicious signs and presages, were by the direction of the augurs carefully performed. Fabius Pictor, a near kinsman to Maximus, was sent to consult the oracle of Delphi; and about the same time, two vestals having been detected to have been violated, the one killed herself, and the other, according to custom, was buried alive.
He stationed guards at the city gates to prevent the terrified crowd from fleeing. He managed and controlled their mourning for their fallen friends, setting rules for when and where they could grieve. Each family was instructed to observe their mourning privately at home, limiting it to one month, after which the entire city would be cleansed. The festival of Ceres occurring during this time led to a decision to pause the celebrations so that the small number and sorrowful faces of those participating wouldn’t highlight the extent of their loss. Moreover, the most appreciated worship by the gods is that which comes from joyful hearts. However, the rites meant to calm their anger and seek favorable signs were carefully conducted under the guidance of the augurs. Fabius Pictor, a close relative of Maximus, was sent to consult the oracle of Delphi. Around the same time, two vestal virgins were found to have been violated; one took her own life, while the other was buried alive, as per tradition.
Above all, let us admire the high spirit and equanimity of this Roman commonwealth; that when the consul Varro came beaten and flying home, full of shame and humiliation, after he had so disgracefully and calamitously managed their affairs, yet the whole senate and people went forth to meet him at the gates of the city, and received him with honor and respect. And, silence being commanded, the magistrates and chief of the senate, Fabius amongst them, commended him before the people, because he did not despair of the safety of the commonwealth, after so great a loss, but was come to take the government into his hands, to execute the laws, and aid his fellow-citizens in their prospect of future deliverance.
Above all, let's appreciate the strong spirit and calmness of this Roman republic; when Consul Varro returned home defeated and humiliated, after poorly handling their affairs, the entire senate and citizens went out to greet him at the city gates, welcoming him with honor and respect. Once silence was called for, the magistrates and leaders of the senate, including Fabius, praised him in front of the people because he did not give up on the safety of the republic after such a big loss. Instead, he came back to take charge, enforce the laws, and support his fellow citizens in their hope for future salvation.
When word was brought to Rome that Hannibal, after the fight, had marched with his army into other parts of Italy, the hearts of the Romans began to revive, and they proceeded to send out generals and armies. The most distinguished commands were held by Fabius Maximus and Claudius Marcellus, both generals of great fame, though upon opposite grounds. For Marcellus, as we have set forth in his life, was a man of action and high spirit, ready and bold with his own hand, and, as Homer describes his warriors, fierce, and delighting in fights. Boldness, enterprise, and daring, to match those of Hannibal, constituted his tactics, and marked his engagements. But Fabius adhered to his former principles, still persuaded that, by following close and not fighting him, Hannibal and his army would at last be tired out and consumed, like a wrestler in too high condition, whose very excess of strength makes him the more likely suddenly to give way and lose it. Posidonius tells us that the Romans called Marcellus their sword, and Fabius their buckler; and that the vigor of the one, mixed with the steadiness of the other, made a happy compound that proved the salvation of Rome. So that Hannibal found by experience that, encountering the one, he met with a rapid, impetuous river, which drove him back, and still made some breach upon him; and by the other, though silently and quietly passing by him, he was insensibly washed away and consumed; and, at last, was brought to this, that he dreaded Marcellus when he was in motion, and Fabius when he sat still. During the whole course of this war, he had still to do with one or both of these generals; for each of them was five times consul, and, as praetors or proconsuls or consuls, they had always a part in the government of the army, till, at last, Marcellus fell into the trap which Hannibal had laid for him, and was killed in his fifth consulship. But all his craft and subtlety were unsuccessful upon Fabius, who only once was in some danger of being caught, when counterfeit letters came to him from the principal inhabitants of Metapontum, with promises to deliver up their town if he would come before it with his army, and intimations that they should expect him, This train had almost drawn him in; he resolved to march to them with part of his army, and was diverted only by consulting the omens of the birds, which he found to be inauspicious; and not long after it was discovered that the letters had been forged by Hannibal, who, for his reception, had laid an ambush to entertain him. This, perhaps, we must rather attribute to the favor of the gods than to the prudence of Fabius.
When news reached Rome that Hannibal had moved his army to other parts of Italy after the battle, the spirits of the Romans lifted, and they began to send out generals and troops. The most notable commanders were Fabius Maximus and Claudius Marcellus, both very famous generals, but with different approaches. Marcellus, as detailed in his biography, was an active and bold leader, ready to take action himself, and, like Homer's warriors, fierce and eager for battle. His tactics were characterized by boldness, initiative, and daring, matching those of Hannibal. On the other hand, Fabius stuck to his earlier strategies, convinced that by staying close to Hannibal without engaging him directly, the Carthaginian general and his army would eventually wear out and weaken, like a wrestler in peak condition who is more likely to suffer a sudden loss due to his own excess energy. Posidonius notes that the Romans referred to Marcellus as their sword and Fabius as their shield, and that the combination of Marcellus's vigor with Fabius's steadiness created a winning formula that saved Rome. Thus, Hannibal learned from experience that facing Marcellus was like encountering a swift, powerful river that pushed him back and caused him trouble, while Fabius, who seemed to quietly pass by, gradually wore him down. In the end, Hannibal came to fear Marcellus when he was in motion and Fabius when he was still. Throughout the entire war, Hannibal dealt with one or both of these generals, as each held the consulship five times, and, in various roles such as praetors and proconsuls, they played significant parts in the military leadership until Marcellus eventually fell into a trap set by Hannibal and was killed during his fifth consulship. However, all of Hannibal's cunning failed against Fabius, who only once found himself in real danger when he received fake letters from leading citizens of Metapontum, promising to surrender their city if he approached with his army, implying they would be waiting for him. This scheme almost lured him in; he planned to march toward them with part of his army but was dissuaded after consulting bird omens, which turned out to be unfavorable. Soon after, it was revealed that Hannibal had forged the letters and set an ambush for him. This, perhaps, should be credited more to the favor of the gods than to Fabius's wisdom.
In preserving the towns and allies from revolt by fair and gentle treatment, and in not using rigor, or showing a suspicion upon every light suggestion, his conduct was remarkable. It is told of him, that, being informed of a certain Marsian, eminent for courage and good birth, who had been speaking underhand with some of the soldiers about deserting, Fabius was so far from using severity against him, that he called for him, and told him he was sensible of the neglect that had been shown to his merit and good service, which, he said, was a great fault in the commanders who reward more by favor than by desert; “but henceforward, whenever you are aggrieved,” said Fabius, “I shall consider it your fault, if you apply yourself to any but to me;” and when he had so spoken, he bestowed an excellent horse and other presents upon him; and, from that time forwards, there was not a faithfuller and more trusty man in the whole army. With good reason he judged, that, if those who have the government of horses and dogs endeavor by gentle usage to cure their angry and untractable tempers, rather than by cruelty and beating, much more should those who have the command of men try to bring them to order and discipline by the mildest and fairest means, and not treat them worse than gardeners do those wild plants, which, with care and attention, lose gradually the savageness of their nature, and bear excellent fruit.
In keeping the towns and allies from rebellion through fair and gentle treatment, and by avoiding harshness or suspicion over every small issue, his actions were remarkable. It's said that when Fabius learned of a certain Marsian, known for his bravery and noble lineage, who had been secretly talking to some soldiers about deserting, he did not punish him. Instead, he called him over and acknowledged that he noted the lack of recognition for his merits and good service, which he considered a serious mistake by commanders who reward based on favoritism rather than true merit. “From now on,” Fabius said, “if you have any grievances, I’ll consider it your fault if you seek help from anyone other than me.” After saying this, he gave him an excellent horse and other gifts, and from that moment on, he became one of the most loyal and trustworthy men in the entire army. Fabius wisely believed that if those who handle horses and dogs strive to correct their aggressive and difficult behaviors through kindness instead of cruelty, then those in charge of men should definitely aim to lead them into order and discipline by the gentlest and fairest means, rather than treating them worse than gardeners treat wild plants, which gradually become tamer and bear excellent fruit with care and attention.
At another time, some of his officers informed him that one of their men was very often absent from his place, and out at nights; he asked them what kind of man he was; they all answered, that the whole army had not a better man, that he was a native of Lucania, and proceeded to speak of several actions which they had seen him perform. Fabius made strict inquiry, and discovered at last that these frequent excursions which he ventured upon were to visit a young girl, with whom he was in love. Upon which he gave private order to some of his men to find out the woman and secretly convey her into his own tent; and then sent for the Lucanian, and, calling him aside, told him, that he very well knew how often he had been out away from the camp at night, which was a capital transgression against military discipline and the Roman laws, but he knew also how brave he was, and the good services he had done; therefore, in consideration of them, he was willing to forgive him his fault; but to keep him in good order, he was resolved to place one over him to be his keeper, who should be accountable for his good behavior. Having said this, he produced the woman, and told the soldier, terrified and amazed at the adventure, “This is the person who must answer for you; and by your future behavior we shall see whether your night rambles were on account of love, or for any other worse design.”
At another time, some of his officers told him that one of their men was often missing from his post and out at night. He asked them what kind of person he was; they all replied that the whole army didn’t have a better soldier, that he was from Lucania, and went on to describe several actions they had witnessed him perform. Fabius investigated closely and eventually found out that these frequent outings were to see a young girl he was in love with. So, he secretly instructed some of his men to find the woman and bring her to his tent; then he called the Lucanian aside and told him that he knew very well how often he had been out of camp at night, which was a serious violation of military discipline and Roman law. However, he also acknowledged how brave he was and the good service he had provided. Therefore, considering those qualities, he was willing to overlook his mistake; but to keep him in check, he decided to assign someone to supervise him, who would be responsible for his behavior. After saying this, he brought out the woman and told the soldier, who was shocked and amazed by the situation, “This is the person who will be accountable for you; and based on your future actions, we’ll see whether your nighttime outings were due to love or for some other worse reason.”
Another passage there was, something of the same kind, which gained him possession of Tarentum. There was a young Tarentine in the army that had a sister in Tarentum, then in possession of the enemy, who entirely loved her brother, and wholly depended upon him. He, being informed that a certain Bruttian, whom Hannibal had made a commander of the garrison, was deeply in love with his sister, conceived hopes that he might possibly turn it to the advantage of the Romans. And having first communicated his design to Fabius, he left the army as a deserter in show, and went over to Tarentum. The first days passed, and the Bruttian abstained from visiting the sister; for neither of them knew that the brother had notice of the amour between them. The young Tarentine, however, took an occasion to tell his sister how he had heard that a man of station and authority had made his addresses to her; and desired her, therefore, to tell him who it was; “for,” said he, “if he be a man that has bravery and reputation, it matters not what countryman he is, since at this time the sword mingles all nations, and makes them equal; compulsion makes all things honorable; and in a time when right is weak, we may be thankful if might assumes a form of gentleness.” Upon this the woman sends for her friend, and makes the brother and him acquainted; and whereas she henceforth showed more countenance to her lover than formerly, in the same degrees that her kindness increased, his friendship, also, with the brother advanced. So that at last our Tarentine thought this Bruttian officer well enough prepared to receive the offers he had to make him; and that it would be easy for a mercenary man, who was in love, to accept, upon the terms proposed, the large rewards promised by Fabius. In conclusion, the bargain was struck, and the promise made of delivering the town. This is the common tradition, though some relate the story otherwise, and say, that this woman, by whom the Bruttian was inveigled, to betray the town, was not a native of Tarentum, but a Bruttian born, and was kept by Fabius as his concubine; and being a countrywoman and an acquaintance of the Bruttian governor, he privately sent her to him to corrupt him.
There was another similar event that allowed him to take control of Tarentum. A young man from Tarentum in the army had a sister in Tarentum, which was then held by the enemy, who loved her brother dearly and relied entirely on him. When he found out that a certain Bruttian, whom Hannibal had appointed as the commander of the garrison, was deeply in love with his sister, he hoped to use this to the Romans' advantage. After sharing his plan with Fabius, he pretended to desert the army and went over to Tarentum. The first few days went by, and the Bruttian didn't visit the sister; neither of them knew that the brother was aware of their romantic involvement. However, the young Tarentine seized the opportunity to tell his sister that he had heard a prominent man was pursuing her and asked her who it was. “Because,” he said, “if he’s a man of courage and reputation, it doesn’t matter where he’s from, since right now swords mix all nations and make them equal; force makes everything honorable; and in a time when justice is weak, we should be grateful if power takes on a gentle form.” After that, the woman called for her friend and introduced the brother to him. As she started showing more affection to her lover, her brother also grew closer to him. Eventually, the Tarentine believed the Bruttian officer was ready to accept the proposals he had for him, and that it would be easy for a mercenary who was in love to agree to the generous rewards promised by Fabius. In the end, they made the deal, and he promised to hand over the town. This is the common story, although some tell it differently, saying that the woman who tempted the Bruttian to betray the town was not from Tarentum but a native of Bruttium, and that Fabius had kept her as a concubine. Being from the same area and an acquaintance of the Bruttian governor, he secretly sent her to corrupt him.
Whilst these matters were thus in process, to draw off Hannibal from scenting the design, Fabius sends orders to the garrison in Rhegium, that they should waste and spoil the Bruttian country, and should also lay siege to Caulonia, and storm the place with all their might. These were a body of eight thousand men, the worst of the Roman army, who had most of them been runaways, and had been brought home by Marcellus from Sicily, in dishonor, so that the loss of them would not be any great grief to the Romans. Fabius, therefore, threw out these men as a bait for Hannibal, to divert him from Tarentum; who instantly caught at it, and led his forces to Caulonia; in the meantime, Fabius sat down before Tarentum. On the sixth day of the siege, the young Tarentine slips by night out of the town, and, having carefully observed the place where the Bruttian commander, according to agreement, was to admit the Romans, gave an account of the whole matter to Fabius; who thought it not safe to rely wholly upon the plot, but, while proceeding with secrecy to the post, gave order for a general assault to be made on the other side of the town, both by land and sea. This being accordingly executed, while the Tarentines hurried to defend the town on the side attacked, Fabius received the signal from the Bruttian, scaled the walls, and entered the town unopposed.
While these events were unfolding, to distract Hannibal from detecting the plan, Fabius ordered the garrison in Rhegium to devastate the Bruttian region and to besiege Caulonia, attacking the place with all their strength. This force consisted of eight thousand men, the lowest tier of the Roman army, most of whom were deserters brought back by Marcellus from Sicily in disgrace, so their loss wouldn’t particularly trouble the Romans. Fabius intentionally used these men as bait to lure Hannibal away from Tarentum; Hannibal quickly took the bait and moved his forces to Caulonia, while Fabius positioned himself before Tarentum. On the sixth day of the siege, a young Tarentine slipped out of the town at night, having carefully observed where the Bruttian commander was supposed to let the Romans in, and reported everything to Fabius. Believing it too risky to fully rely on the plan, Fabius, while secretly approaching the designated spot, ordered a full assault on the other side of the town, by both land and sea. As this was carried out and the Tarentines rushed to defend the side under attack, Fabius received the signal from the Bruttian, scaled the walls, and entered the town without opposition.
Here, we must confess, ambition seems to have overcome him. To make it appear to the world that he had taken Tarentum by force and his own prowess, and not by treachery, he commanded his men to kill the Bruttians before all others; yet he did not succeed in establishing the impression he desired, but merely gained the character of perfidy and cruelty. Many of the Tarentines were also killed, and thirty thousand of them were sold for slaves; the army had the plunder of the town, and there was brought into the treasury three thousand talents. Whilst they were carrying off everything else as plunder, the officer who took the inventory asked what should be done with their gods, meaning the pictures and statues; Fabius answered, “Let us leave their angry gods to the Tarentines.” Nevertheless, he removed the colossal statue of Hercules, and had it set up in the capitol, with one of himself on horseback, in brass, near it; proceedings very different from those of Marcellus on a like occasion, and which, indeed, very much set off in the eyes of the world his clemency and humanity, as appears in the account of his life.
Here, we have to admit that ambition seemed to have taken over him. To make it look like he conquered Tarentum through strength rather than deception, he ordered his troops to kill the Bruttians first; however, he failed to create the image he wanted and only gained a reputation for treachery and brutality. Many Tarentines were also killed, and thirty thousand of them were sold into slavery; the army looted the city and brought three thousand talents into the treasury. While taking everything else as loot, the officer in charge of the inventory asked what should be done with their gods, referring to the pictures and statues. Fabius replied, “Let’s leave their angry gods to the Tarentines.” Nevertheless, he took the massive statue of Hercules and had it set up in the capitol, alongside a bronze statue of himself on horseback; this was very different from Marcellus's actions in a similar situation, which indeed highlighted his mercy and humanity, as seen in the account of his life.
Hannibal, it is said, was within five miles of Tarentum, when he was informed that the town was taken. He said openly, “Rome, then, has also got a Hannibal; as we won Tarentum, so have we lost it.” And, in private with some of his confidants, he told them, for the first time, that he always thought it difficult, but now he held it impossible, with the forces he then had, to master Italy.
Hannibal was reportedly just five miles from Tarentum when he learned that the town had fallen. He remarked openly, “So, Rome has its own Hannibal; just as we captured Tarentum, we’ve now lost it.” In a private conversation with a few of his trusted advisors, he mentioned, for the first time, that he had always considered it difficult, but now believed it was impossible, with the forces he had at that time, to conquer Italy.
Upon this success, Fabius had a triumph decreed him at Rome, much more splendid than his first; they looked upon him now as a champion who had learned to cope with his antagonist, and could now easily foil his arts and prove his best skill ineffectual. And, indeed, the army of Hannibal was at this time partly worn away with continual action, and partly weakened and become dissolute with overabundance and luxury. Marcus Livius, who was governor of Tarentum when it was betrayed to Hannibal, and then retired into the citadel, which he kept till the town was retaken, was annoyed at these honors and distinctions, and, on one occasion, openly declared in the senate, that by his resistance, more than by any action of Fabius, Tarentum had been recovered; on which Fabius laughingly replied: “You say very true, for if Marcus Livius had not lost Tarentum, Fabius Maximus had never recovered it.” The people, amongst other marks of gratitude, gave his son the consulship of the next year; shortly after whose entrance upon his office, there being some business on foot about provision for the war, his father, either by reason of age and infirmity, or perhaps out of design to try his son, came up to him on horseback. While he was still at a distance, the young consul observed it, and bade one of his lictors command his father to alight, and tell him that, if be had any business with the consul, he should come on foot. The standers by seemed offended at the imperiousness of the son towards a father so venerable for his age and his authority, and turned their eyes in silence towards Fabius. He, however, instantly alighted from his horse, and with open arms came up, almost running, and embraced his son, saying, “Yes, my son, you do well, and understand well what authority you have received, and over whom you are to use it. This was the way by which we and our forefathers advanced the dignity of Rome, preferring ever her honor and service to our own fathers and children.”
After this success, Fabius was awarded a triumph in Rome, much grander than his first. People now saw him as a champion who had learned to handle his opponent and could easily counter his tricks, proving his skills ineffective. At that time, Hannibal's army was partly worn down from constant battles and partly weakened and dissolute from excess and luxury. Marcus Livius, who was the governor of Tarentum when it was betrayed to Hannibal and then retreated to the citadel, which he defended until the town was recaptured, was unhappy about these honors and distinctions. He openly declared in the senate that it was his resistance, more than any action by Fabius, that led to the recovery of Tarentum. Fabius laughed and replied, “You’re absolutely right, because if Marcus Livius hadn't lost Tarentum, Fabius Maximus would never have gotten it back.” The people, in their gratitude, gave his son the consulship for the next year. Shortly after he assumed office, while there was ongoing business regarding provisions for the war, his father, either due to age and frailty or perhaps to test his son, approached him on horseback. From a distance, the young consul noticed and ordered one of his lictors to tell his father to dismount and that if he had any business with the consul, he should come on foot. The bystanders seemed irritated by the son’s commanding tone towards a father so respected for his age and authority, and they silently looked at Fabius. However, he quickly dismounted, ran to his son with open arms, and embraced him, saying, “Yes, my son, you are right, and you understand well the authority you’ve received and whom you are to govern. This is how we and our ancestors elevated the dignity of Rome, always prioritizing her honor and service over our own fathers and children.”
And, in fact, it is told that the great-grandfather of our Fabius, who was undoubtedly the greatest man of Rome in his time, both in reputation and authority, who had been five times consul, and had been honored with several triumphs for victories obtained by him, took pleasure in serving as lieutenant under his own son, when he went as consul to his command. And when afterwards his son had a triumph bestowed upon him for his good service, the old man followed, on horseback, his triumphant chariot, as one of his attendants; and made it his glory, that while he really was, and was acknowledged to be, the greatest man in Rome, and held a father’s full power over his son, he yet submitted himself to the laws and the magistrate.
And, in fact, it's said that Fabius’ great-grandfather, who was undoubtedly the greatest man in Rome in his time, both in reputation and authority, served as consul five times and received several triumphs for victories he achieved. He took joy in serving as a lieutenant under his own son when his son was consul and went to command. Later, when his son was awarded a triumph for his good service, the old man rode on horseback behind his son's triumphant chariot as one of his attendants. He took pride in the fact that, even though he was recognized as the greatest man in Rome and held full parental authority over his son, he still submitted to the laws and the magistrate.
But the praises of our Fabius are not bounded here. He afterwards lost this son, and was remarkable for bearing the loss with the moderation becoming a pious father and a wise man, and, as it was the custom amongst the Romans, upon the death of any illustrious person, to have a funeral oration recited by some of the nearest relations, he took upon himself that office, and delivered a speech in the forum, which he committed afterwards to writing.
But the praises of our Fabius don’t stop here. He later lost this son and was notable for handling the loss with the composure befitting a devoted father and a wise man. As was the custom among the Romans, when someone notable passed away, a funeral speech would be given by close relatives. He took on that role and delivered a speech in the forum, which he later put in writing.
After Cornelius Scipio, who was sent into Spain, had driven the Carthaginians, defeated by him in many battles, out of the country, and had gained over to Rome many towns and nations with large resources, he was received at his coming home with unexampled joy and acclamation of the people; who, to show their gratitude, elected him consul for the year ensuing. Knowing what high expectation they had of him, he thought the occupation of contesting Italy with Hannibal a mere old man’s employment, and proposed no less a task to himself than to make Carthage the seat of the war, fill Africa with arms and devastation, and so oblige Hannibal, instead of invading the countries of others, to draw back and defend his own. And to this end he proceeded to exert all the influence he had with the people. Fabius, on the other side, opposed the undertaking with all his might, alarming the city, and telling them that nothing but the temerity of a hot young man could inspire them with such dangerous counsels, and sparing no means, by word or deed, to prevent it. He prevailed with the senate to espouse his sentiments; but the common people thought that he envied the fame of Scipio, and that he was afraid lest this young conqueror should achieve some great and noble exploit, and have the glory, perhaps, of driving Hannibal out of Italy, or even of ending the war, which had for so many years continued and been protracted under his management.
After Cornelius Scipio, who was sent to Spain, defeated the Carthaginians in many battles and drove them out of the country, he won over many towns and nations with significant resources for Rome. When he returned home, he was greeted with unprecedented joy and cheers from the people, who, to show their gratitude, elected him consul for the following year. Knowing the high expectations they had for him, he believed that competing with Hannibal in Italy was a job for an old man, and he set himself a much greater goal: to make Carthage the center of the war, fill Africa with troops and ruin, and force Hannibal to retreat and defend his own territory, rather than invading others. To achieve this, he worked to rally all the support he could from the people. On the other hand, Fabius strongly opposed this plan, alarming the city by claiming that only the recklessness of a hotheaded young man could lead them to such dangerous advice, doing everything he could, both in words and actions, to stop it. He managed to convince the senate to support his views; however, the common people believed he was envious of Scipio's fame and feared that this young conqueror might achieve something great and heroic, potentially driving Hannibal out of Italy or even ending the long and drawn-out war that had been under Fabius' control for so many years.
To say the truth, when Fabius first opposed this project of Scipio, he probably did it out of caution and prudence, in consideration only of the public safety, and of the danger which the commonwealth might incur; but when he found Scipio every day increasing in the esteem of the people, rivalry and ambition led him further, and made him violent and personal in his opposition. For he even applied to Crassus, the colleague of Scipio, and urged him not to yield the command to Scipio, but that, if his inclinations were for it, he should himself in person lead the army to Carthage. He also hindered the giving money to Scipio for the war; so that he was forced to raise it upon his own credit and interest from the cities of Etruria, which were extremely attached to him. On the other side, Crassus would not stir against him, nor remove out of Italy, being, in his own nature, averse to all contention, and also having, by his office of high priest, religious duties to retain him. Fabius, therefore, tried other ways to oppose the design; he impeded the levies, and he declaimed, both in the senate and to the people, that Scipio was not only himself flying from Hannibal, but was also endeavoring to drain Italy of all its forces, and to spirit away the youth of the country to a foreign war, leaving behind them their parents, wives, and children, and the city itself, a defenseless prey to the conquering and undefeated enemy at their doors. With this he so far alarmed the people, that at last they would only allow Scipio for the war the legions which were in Sicily, and three hundred, whom he particularly trusted, of those men who had served with him in Spain. In these transactions, Fabius seems to have followed the dictates of his own wary temper.
To be honest, when Fabius first opposed Scipio's plan, he likely did it out of caution and concern for public safety, thinking about the risks to the republic. But as he saw Scipio gaining more popularity every day, rivalry and ambition pushed him further, making his opposition more intense and personal. He even approached Crassus, Scipio's colleague, urging him not to give the command to Scipio and instead suggested that if Crassus was inclined, he should personally lead the army to Carthage. He also blocked funding for Scipio's military efforts, forcing Scipio to rely on his own credit and influence to raise money from cities in Etruria, where he had strong support. Meanwhile, Crassus didn’t want to go against Fabius or leave Italy, as he was naturally averse to conflict and also had religious duties to fulfill as a high priest. Therefore, Fabius sought other ways to undermine the plan; he disrupted troop recruitment and publicly argued in the senate and to the people that Scipio was not only running from Hannibal but also trying to drain Italy of its forces, urging young men to fight in a foreign war while leaving their families and the city vulnerable to the powerful and undefeated enemy nearby. This worried the public so much that eventually, they would only allow Scipio to have the legions stationed in Sicily and three hundred soldiers he particularly trusted from his service in Spain. In these actions, Fabius appeared to be following his cautious instincts.
But, after that Scipio was gone over into Africa, when news almost immediately came to Rome of wonderful exploits and victories, of which the fame was confirmed by the spoils he sent home; of a Numidian king taken prisoner; of a vast slaughter of their men; of two camps of the enemy burnt and destroyed, and in them a great quantity of arms and horses; and when, hereupon, the Carthaginians were compelled to send envoys to Hannibal to call him home, and leave his idle hopes in Italy, to defend Carthage; when, for such eminent and transcending services, the whole people of Rome cried up and extolled the actions of Scipio; even then, Fabius contended that a successor should be sent in his place, alleging for it only the old reason of the mutability of fortune, as if she would be weary of long favoring the same person. With this language many did begin to feel offended; it seemed to be morosity and ill-will, the pusillanimity of old age, or a fear, that had now become exaggerated, of the skill of Hannibal. Nay, when Hannibal had put his army on shipboard, and taken his leave of Italy, Fabius still could not forbear to oppose and disturb the universal joy of Rome, expressing his fears and apprehensions, telling them that the commonwealth was never in more danger than now, and that Hannibal was a more formidable enemy under the walls of Carthage than ever he had been in Italy; that it would be fatal to Rome, whenever Scipio should encounter his victorious army, still warm with the blood of so many Roman generals, dictators, and consuls slain. And the people were, in some degree, startled with these declamations, and were brought to believe, that the further off Hannibal was, the nearer was their danger. Scipio, however, shortly afterwards fought Hannibal, and utterly defeated him, humbled the pride of Carthage beneath his feet, gave his countrymen joy and exultation beyond all their hopes, and
But after Scipio went to Africa, news quickly reached Rome of amazing feats and victories, confirmed by the trophies he sent back; a Numidian king was captured, a massive slaughter of their troops took place, two enemy camps were burned and destroyed along with a large number of weapons and horses. This compelled the Carthaginians to send envoys to Hannibal, asking him to return home and abandon his dreams in Italy to defend Carthage. Because of these outstanding services, the entire Roman populace praised Scipio's actions. Yet, even then, Fabius insisted that a successor should be sent to replace him, citing the old argument about the unpredictability of fortune, as if it would get tired of favoring the same person for too long. Many were offended by this remark; it appeared to reflect bitterness and ill will, the timidity of old age, or an exaggerated fear of Hannibal's prowess. Furthermore, even after Hannibal had boarded ships and left Italy, Fabius couldn't help but disrupt the widespread joy in Rome, voicing his fears and concerns, stating that the commonwealth was never in greater danger than it was now, and that Hannibal was a more dangerous enemy at the walls of Carthage than he had ever been in Italy. He warned that it would be disastrous for Rome whenever Scipio faced his victorious army, still fresh with the blood of many slain Roman generals, dictators, and consuls. This left the people somewhat unsettled, leading them to believe that the farther away Hannibal was, the closer their danger became. However, shortly afterward, Scipio fought Hannibal and completely defeated him, bringing Carthage to its knees, and providing his fellow Romans with joy and exhilaration beyond their greatest hopes.
“Long shaken on the seas restored the state.”
“Long disturbed on the seas, the state was restored.”
Fabius Maximus, however, did not live to see the prosperous end of this war, and the final overthrow of Hannibal, nor to rejoice in the reestablished happiness and security of the commonwealth; for about the time that Hannibal left Italy, he fell sick and died. At Thebes, Epaminondas died so poor that he was buried at the public charge; one small iron coin was all, it is said, that was found in his house. Fabius did not need this, but the people, as a mark of their affection, defrayed the expenses of his funeral by a private contribution from each citizen of the smallest piece of coin; thus owning him their common father, and making his end no less honorable than his life.
Fabius Maximus, however, did not live to witness the successful conclusion of this war or the ultimate defeat of Hannibal, nor to celebrate the restored peace and security of the republic; for around the time that Hannibal departed from Italy, he became ill and passed away. In Thebes, Epaminondas died so impoverished that he was buried at public expense; it is said that only a single small iron coin was found in his home. Fabius didn’t require this, but the people, out of their love for him, covered the costs of his funeral through a small donation from each citizen; thus recognizing him as their common father and ensuring that his death was as honorable as his life.
COMPARISON OF PERICLES WITH FABIUS
We have here had two lives rich in examples, both of civil and military excellence. Let us first compare the two men in their warlike capacity. Pericles presided in his commonwealth when it was in its most flourishing and opulent condition, great and growing in power; so that it may be thought it was rather the common success and fortune that kept him from any fall or disaster. But the task of Fabius, who undertook the government in the worst and most difficult times, was not to preserve and maintain the well-established felicity of a prosperous state, but to raise and uphold a sinking and ruinous commonwealth. Besides, the victories of Cimon, the trophies of Myronides and Leocrates, with the many famous exploits of Tolmides, were employed by Pericles rather to fill the city with festive entertainments and solemnities than to enlarge and secure its empire. Whereas Fabius, when he took upon him the government, had the frightful object before his eyes of Roman armies destroyed, of their generals and consuls slain, of lakes and plains and forests strewed with the dead bodies, and rivers stained with the blood of his fellow-citizens; and yet, with his mature and solid cousels, with the firmness of his resolution, he, as it were, put his shoulder to the falling commonwealth, and kept it up from foundering through the failings and weakness of others. Perhaps it may be more easy to govern a city broken and tamed with calamities and adversity, and compelled by danger and necessity to listen to wisdom, than to set a bridle on wantonness and temerity, and rule a people pampered and restive with long prosperity as were the Athenians when Pericles held the reins of government. But then again, not to be daunted nor discomposed with the vast heap of calamities under which the people of Rome at that time groaned and succumbed, argues a courage in Fabius and a strength of purpose more than ordinary.
We have here two lives filled with examples of both civil and military excellence. Let’s first look at how the two men compare in their military roles. Pericles led his state when it was flourishing and prosperous, growing in power, so it seems that it was more the overall success and luck that kept him from any failure or disaster. In contrast, Fabius took charge during the worst and most challenging times; his task wasn't to maintain the well-established happiness of a successful state, but to uplift and support a declining and ruined commonwealth. Moreover, the victories of Cimon, the trophies of Myronides and Leocrates, along with the many notable exploits of Tolmides, were used by Pericles more to fill the city with celebrations and ceremonies rather than to expand and secure its empire. On the other hand, when Fabius assumed control, he faced the horrifying reality of Roman armies destroyed, generals and consuls killed, lakes, plains, and forests littered with corpses, and rivers stained with the blood of his fellow citizens. Yet, with his wise and thoughtful advice, and his strong determination, he essentially supported the crumbling commonwealth and prevented it from sinking under the failings and weaknesses of others. It might actually be easier to govern a city that is broken and humbled by calamities, forced by danger and necessity to heed wisdom, than to rein in recklessness and boldness and lead a people who are spoiled and restless from prolonged prosperity, like the Athenians were during Pericles' leadership. However, to not be daunted or overwhelmed by the overwhelming calamities that afflicted the Roman people at that time shows an extraordinary courage and strength of purpose in Fabius.
We may set Tarentum retaken against Samos won by Pericles, and the conquest of Euboea we may well balance with the towns of Campania; though Capua itself was reduced by the consuls Fulvius and Appius. I do not find that Fabius won any set battle but that against the Ligurians, for which he had his triumph; whereas Pericles erected nine trophies for as many victories obtained by land and by sea. But no action of Pericles can be compared to that memorable rescue of Minucius, when Fabius redeemed both him and his army from utter destruction; a noble act, combining the highest valor, wisdom, and humanity. On the other side, it does not appear that Pericles was ever so overreached as Fabius was by Hannibal with his flaming oxen. His enemy there had, without his agency, put himself accidentally into his power, yet Fabius let him slip in the night, and, when day came, was worsted by him, was anticipated in the moment of success, and mastered by his prisoner. If it is the part of a good general, not only to provide for the present, but also to have a clear foresight of things to come, in this point Pericles is the superior; for he admonished the Athenians, and told them beforehand the ruin the war would bring upon them, by their grasping more than they were able to manage. But Fabius was not so good a prophet, when he denounced to the Romans that the undertaking of Scipio would be the destruction of the commonwealth. So that Pericles was a good prophet of bad success, and Fabius was a bad prophet of success that was good. And, indeed, to lose an advantage through diffidence is no less blamable in a general than to fall into danger for want of foresight; for both these faults, though of a contrary nature, spring from the same root, want of judgment and experience.
We can compare the retaking of Tarentum to Pericles’ victory at Samos, and the conquest of Euboea can be weighed against the towns of Campania; even though Capua itself was taken by the consuls Fulvius and Appius. I don’t see that Fabius achieved any major victory aside from the one against the Ligurians, for which he got his triumph; whereas Pericles set up nine trophies for as many victories won on land and sea. However, no act of Pericles can compare to that remarkable rescue of Minucius when Fabius saved both him and his army from total destruction; a noble deed that showed the highest courage, wisdom, and humanity. On the other hand, it doesn’t seem like Pericles was ever outsmarted like Fabius was by Hannibal with his flaming oxen. Fabius’ enemy had accidentally put himself in a vulnerable position without Fabius’ help, yet Fabius let him escape during the night, and when morning came, he was defeated by him, surprised at the moment of success, and overpowered by his own captive. If a good general should not only manage the present but also foresee future events, in this, Pericles was superior; he warned the Athenians about the destruction the war would bring, due to their attempts to grasp more than they could handle. But Fabius wasn’t as good at predicting when he warned the Romans that Scipio’s campaign would lead to the downfall of the republic. So, Pericles was good at foreseeing bad outcomes, while Fabius was poor at foreseeing positive ones. Indeed, to lose an opportunity out of fear is just as blameworthy in a general as falling into danger due to a lack of foresight; both mistakes, though opposite, stem from the same problem: a lack of judgment and experience.
As for their civil policy, it is imputed to Pericles that he occasioned the war, since no terms of peace, offered by the Lacedaemonians, would content him. It is true, I presume, that Fabius, also, was not for yielding any point to the Carthaginians, but was ready to hazard all, rather than lessen the empire of Rome. The mildness of Fabius towards his colleague Minucius does, by way of comparison, rebuke and condemn the exertions of Pericles to banish Cimon and Thucydides, noble, aristocratic men, who by his means suffered ostracism. The authority of Pericles in Athens was much greater than that of Fabius in Rome. Hence it was more easy for him to prevent miscarriages arising from the mistakes and insufficiency of other officers; only Tolmides broke loose from him, and, contrary to his persuasions, unadvisedly fought with the Boeotians, and was slain. The greatness of his influence made all others submit and conform themselves to his judgment. Whereas Fabius, sure and unerring himself, for want of that general power, had not the means to obviate the miscarriages of others; but it had been happy for the Romans if his authority had been greater, for so, we may presume, their disasters had been fewer.
Regarding their civil policy, people blame Pericles for starting the war since he wouldn't accept any peace terms from the Lacedaemonians. It's true that Fabius also wouldn’t concede any points to the Carthaginians, willing to risk everything rather than diminish the Roman Empire. Fabius’s gentleness towards his colleague Minucius highlights and criticizes Pericles's efforts to exile Cimon and Thucydides, who were noble, aristocratic men that suffered ostracism because of him. Pericles had much more influence in Athens than Fabius did in Rome. Because of this, he could more easily prevent issues arising from the errors and inadequacies of other leaders; the only one who acted against him was Tolmides, who, despite his advice, foolishly fought the Boeotians and was killed. Pericles’s great influence led everyone else to submit to his judgment. In contrast, Fabius, while capable and reliable himself, lacked that widespread power to prevent the mistakes of others. It would have been better for the Romans if his authority had been greater, as it likely would have resulted in fewer disasters for them.
As to liberality and public spirit, Pericles was eminent in never taking any gifts, and Fabius, for giving his own money to ransom his soldiers, though the sum did not exceed six talents. Than Pericles, meantime, no man had ever greater opportunities to enrich himself, having had presents offered him from so many kings and princes and allies, yet no man was ever more free from corruption. And for the beauty and magnificence of temples and public edifices with which he adorned his country, it must be confessed, that all the ornaments and structures of Rome, to the time of the Caesars, had nothing to compare, either in greatness of design or of expense, with the luster of those which Pericles only erected at Athens.
When it comes to generosity and civic-mindedness, Pericles stood out for never accepting gifts, while Fabius was notable for using his own money to free his soldiers, even though the amount was just six talents. At the same time, no one had better chances to get rich than Pericles, who was offered presents from numerous kings, princes, and allies, yet no one was ever more above corruption. As for the beauty and grandeur of the temples and public buildings he built for his country, it must be admitted that none of the decorations and structures in Rome, up to the time of the Caesars, could compare, either in grand design or cost, to the splendor of those that Pericles constructed in Athens.
ALCIBIADES
Alcibiades, as it is supposed, was anciently descended from Eurysaces, the son of Ajax, by his father’s side; and by his mother’s side from Alcmaeon. Dinomache, his mother, was the daughter of Megacles. His father Clinias, having fitted out a galley at his own expense, gained great honor in the sea-fight at Artemisium, and was afterwards slain in the battle of Coronea, fighting against the Boeotians. Pericles and Ariphron, the sons of Xanthippus, nearly related to him, became the guardians of Alcibiades. It has been said not untruly that the friendship which Socrates felt for him has much contributed to his fame; and certain it is, that, though we have no account from any writer concerning the mother of Nicias or Demosthenes, of Lamachus or Phormion, of Thrasybulus or Theramenes, notwithstanding these were all illustrious men of the same period, yet we know even the nurse of Alcibiades, that her country was Lacedaemon, and her name Amycla; and that Zopyrus was his teacher and attendant; the one being recorded by Antisthenes, and the other by Plato.
Alcibiades is believed to be descended from Eurysaces, the son of Ajax, on his father's side, and from Alcmaeon on his mother's side. His mother, Dinomache, was the daughter of Megacles. His father, Clinias, equipped a ship at his own expense and gained great honor in the naval battle at Artemisium. He was later killed in the battle of Coronea while fighting against the Boeotians. Pericles and Ariphron, the sons of Xanthippus and closely related to him, became Alcibiades' guardians. It's been said, and not untruthfully, that Socrates' friendship with him significantly contributed to his fame. It’s certain that, while we have no records about the mothers of notable figures like Nicias, Demosthenes, Lamachus, Phormion, Thrasybulus, or Theramenes—all prominent men of the same era—we do know about Alcibiades' nurse; she was from Lacedaemon and her name was Amycla. Zopyrus was his teacher and attendant; both are mentioned by Antisthenes and Plato.
It is not, perhaps, material to say anything of the beauty of Alcibiades, only that it bloomed with him in all the ages of his life, in his infancy, in his youth, and in his manhood; and, in the peculiar character becoming to each of these periods, gave him, in every one of them, a grace and a charm. What Euripides says, that
It may not really matter to talk about the beauty of Alcibiades, just that it was present throughout all stages of his life: in his childhood, in his youth, and in his adulthood; and, in the unique way that suited each of these periods, it gave him a grace and charm in each one. What Euripides says, that
“Of all fair things the autumn, too, is fair,”
“Of all beautiful things, autumn is beautiful too,”
is by no means universally true. But it happened so with Alcibiades, amongst few others, by reason of his happy constitution and natural vigor of body. It is said that his lisping, when he spoke, became him well, and gave a grace and persuasiveness to his rapid speech. Aristophanes takes notice of it in the verses in which he jests at Theorus; “How like a colax he is,” says Alcibiades, meaning a corax; on which it is remarked,
is by no means universally true. But it happened so with Alcibiades, among few others, because of his fortunate nature and natural physical strength. People say his lisp made him sound charming and added a persuasive quality to his quick speech. Aristophanes mentions this in the lines where he mocks Theorus: “How much like a corax he is,” says Alcibiades, meaning a corax; on which it is noted,
“How very happily he lisped the truth.”
"How happily he lisped the truth."
Archippus also alludes to it in a passage where he ridicules the son of Alcibiades;
Archippus also refers to it in a part where he mocks the son of Alcibiades;
“That people may believe him like his father,
He walks like one dissolved in luxury,
Lets his robe trail behind him on the ground,
Carelessly leans his head, and in his talk affects to lisp.”
“That people may believe him like his father,
He walks like someone lost in luxury,
Lets his robe drag behind him on the ground,
Carelessly tilts his head, and in his speech pretends to lisp.”
His conduct displayed many great inconsistencies and variations, not unnaturally, in accordance with the many and wonderful vicissitudes of his fortunes; but among the many strong passions of his real character, the one most prevailing of all was his ambition and desire of superiority, which appears in several anecdotes told of his sayings whilst he was a child. Once being hard pressed in wrestling, and fearing to be thrown, he got the hand of his antagonist to his mouth, and bit it with all his force; and when the other loosed his hold presently, and said, “You bite, Alcibiades, like a woman.” “No,” replied he, “like a lion.” Another time as he played at dice in the street, being then but a child, a loaded cart came that way, when it was his turn to throw; at first he called to the driver to stop, because he was to throw in the way over which the cart was to pass; but the man giving him no attention and driving on, when the rest of the boys divided and gave way, Alcibiades threw himself on his face before the cart, and, stretching himself out, bade the carter pass on now if he would; which so startled the man, that he put back his horses, while all that saw it were terrified, and, crying out, ran to assist Alcibiades. When he began to study, he obeyed all his other masters fairly well, but refused to learn upon the flute, as a sordid thing, and not becoming a free citizen; saying, that to play on the lute or the harp does not in any way disfigure a man’s body or face, but one is hardly to be known by the most intimate friends, when playing on the flute. Besides, one who plays on the harp may speak or sing at the same time; but the use of the flute stops the mouth, intercepts the voice, and prevents all articulation. “Therefore,” said he, “let the Theban youths pipe, who do not know how to speak, but we Athenians, as our ancestors have told us, have Minerva for our patroness, and Apollo for our protector, one of whom threw away the flute, and the other stripped the Flute-player of his skin.” Thus, between raillery and good earnest, Alcibiades kept not only himself but others from learning, as it presently became the talk of the young boys, how Alcibiades despised playing on the flute, and ridiculed those who studied it. In consequence of which, it ceased to be reckoned amongst the liberal accomplishments, and became generally neglected.
His behavior showed a lot of inconsistencies and changes, which makes sense given the ups and downs of his life; but among all his intense emotions, the most prominent was his ambition and desire to stand out, which is clear from several stories told about him as a child. Once, when he was struggling in a wrestling match and worried about being thrown, he bit his opponent's hand with all his strength. When the other boy let go and said, "You bite, Alcibiades, like a girl," he replied, "No, like a lion." Another time, while playing dice on the street as a kid, a heavy cart approached while it was his turn to throw. At first, he called out to the driver to stop because he needed to throw where the cart was heading, but when the driver ignored him and kept going, the other boys moved aside. Alcibiades threw himself in front of the cart, stretched out, and dared the driver to pass if he could. This startled the driver so much that he pulled back the horses, while everyone watching panicked and ran to help Alcibiades. When he started learning, he generally obeyed his teachers, but he refused to learn the flute, seeing it as a lowly pursuit not fitting for a free citizen. He argued that playing the lute or harp doesn't change how a person looks, but when someone plays the flute, it's hard to recognize them, even by close friends. Plus, someone playing the harp can still talk or sing, while the flute covers the mouth and interrupts speech. "So," he said, "let the Theban boys play the flute, since they don't know how to speak, but we Athenians, as our ancestors taught us, have Minerva as our goddess and Apollo as our protector. One of them rejected the flute while the other stripped the Flute-player of his skin." In this mix of joking and seriousness, Alcibiades not only kept himself but also others from learning the flute, as it quickly became known among the boys that he looked down on flute playing and mocked those who tried to learn it. As a result, it stopped being seen as a refined skill and was largely ignored.
It is stated in the invective which Antiphon wrote against Alcibiades, that once, when he was a boy, he ran away to the house of Democrates, one of those who made a favorite of him, and that Ariphron had determined to cause proclamation to be made for him, had not Pericles diverted him from it, by saying, that if he were dead, the proclaiming of him could only cause it to be discovered one day sooner, and if he were safe, it would be a reproach to him as long as he lived. Antiphon also says, that he killed one of his own servants with the blow of a staff in Sibyrtius’s wrestling ground. But it is unreasonable to give credit to all that is objected by an enemy, who makes open profession of his design to defame him.
In the criticism that Antiphon wrote against Alcibiades, it's mentioned that when he was a boy, he ran away to the home of Democrates, one of his admirers. Ariphron planned to make a public announcement to find him, but Pericles stopped him by arguing that if Alcibiades was dead, announcing it would only reveal the truth sooner, and if he was alive, it would be a shame for him for the rest of his life. Antiphon also claims that Alcibiades killed one of his own servants with a blow from a staff at Sibyrtius's wrestling ground. However, it's unreasonable to believe everything an enemy says, especially when that enemy openly admits their intention to slander him.
It was manifest that the many well-born persons who were continually seeking his company, and making their court to him, were attracted and captivated by his brilliant and extraordinary beauty only. But the affection which Socrates entertained for him is a great evidence of the natural noble qualities and good disposition of the boy, which Socrates, indeed, detected both in and under his personal beauty; and, fearing that his wealth and station, and the great number both of strangers and Athenians who flattered and caressed him, might at last corrupt him, resolved, if possible, to interpose, and preserve so hopeful a plant from perishing in the flower, before its fruit came to perfection. For never did fortune surround and enclose a man with so many of those things which we vulgarly call goods, or so protect him from every weapon of philosophy, and fence him from every access of free and searching words, as she did Alcibiades; who, from the beginning, was exposed to the flatteries of those who sought merely his gratification, such as might well unnerve him, and indispose him to listen to any real adviser or instructor. Yet such was the happiness of his genius, that he discerned Socrates from the rest, and admitted him, whilst he drove away the wealthy and the noble who made court to him. And, in a little time, they grew intimate, and Alcibiades, listening now to language entirely free from every thought of unmanly fondness and silly displays of affection, finding himself with one who sought to lay open to him the deficiencies of his mind, and repress his vain and foolish arrogance,
It was clear that the many upper-class people who were always trying to be around him and win his favor were drawn solely by his stunning and exceptional beauty. However, the affection that Socrates had for him is strong evidence of the boy's natural noble qualities and good character, which Socrates saw both in and beneath his physical appearance. Worried that his wealth, status, and the large number of both strangers and Athenians who flattered and catered to him might eventually corrupt him, Socrates decided to step in and protect this promising young man from fading away before he could reach his potential. For never had fortune surrounded and shielded someone with so many things we commonly call possessions, nor kept him away from the probing inquiries of philosophy, as she did Alcibiades. From the start, he was bombarded with flattery from those who were only interested in their own pleasure, which could easily weaken him and make him resistant to any genuine advice or guidance. Yet, due to the brilliance of his mind, he saw Socrates as different from the rest and welcomed him, while pushing away the wealthy and noble suitors. In a short time, they became close, and Alcibiades, now hearing words completely free of any unmanly affection or foolish displays, found himself with someone who aimed to reveal the flaws in his mind and to curb his vain and foolish arrogance.
“Dropped like the craven cock his conquered wing.”
“Dropped like the cowardly rooster with its defeated wing.”
He esteemed these endeavors of Socrates as most truly a means which the gods made use of for the care and preservation of youth, and began to think meanly of himself, and to admire him; to be pleased with his kindness, and to stand in awe of his virtue; and, unawares to himself, there became formed in his mind that reflex image and reciprocation of Love, or Anteros, that Plato talks of. It was a matter of general wonder, when people saw him joining Socrates in his meals and his exercises, living with him in the same tent, whilst he was reserved and rough to all others who made their addresses to him, and acted, indeed, with great insolence to some of them. As in particular to Anytus, the son of Anthemion, one who was very fond of him, and invited him to an entertainment which he had prepared for some strangers. Alcibiades refused the invitation; but, having drunk to excess at his own house with some of his companions, went thither with them to play some frolic; and, standing at the door of the room where the guests were enjoying themselves, and seeing the tables covered with gold and silver cups, he commanded his servants to take away the one half of them, and carry them to his own house; and then, disdaining so much as to enter into the room himself, as soon as he had done this, went away. The company was indignant, and exclaimed at his rude and insulting conduct; Anytus, however, said, on the contrary he had shown great consideration and tenderness in taking only a part, when he might have taken all.
He viewed Socrates' efforts as the best way for the gods to watch over and protect young people, and he started to think poorly of himself while also admiring him. He felt pleased by Socrates' kindness and was in awe of his virtue; without realizing it, a reflection of Love, or Anteros, started to form in his mind, as Plato describes. People were generally astonished to see him sharing meals and workouts with Socrates, living in the same tent while being cold and harsh to everyone else who approached him, even behaving rudely to some. This was especially true with Anytus, the son of Anthemion, who was quite fond of him and had invited him to a gathering he was hosting for some guests. Alcibiades declined the invitation; however, after drinking heavily at his own place with some friends, he went to the event to act playfully. Standing at the door of the room where the guests were having a good time, and noticing the tables filled with gold and silver cups, he ordered his servants to take half of them and bring them to his own home. Then, looking down on the idea of even stepping into the room himself, he left after doing this. The guests were outraged and criticized his rude and insulting behavior; however, Anytus suggested that he had actually shown a lot of thoughtfulness by taking only part of the items when he could have taken everything.
He behaved in the same manner to all others who courted him, except only one stranger, who, as the story is told, having but a small estate, sold it all for about a hundred staters, which he presented to Alcibiades, and besought him to accept. Alcibiades, smiling and well pleased at the thing, invited him to supper, and, after a very kind entertainment, gave him his gold again, requiring him, moreover, not to fail to be present the next day, when the public revenue was offered to farm, and to outbid all others. The man would have excused himself, because the contract was so large, and would cost many talents; but Alcibiades, who had at that time a private pique against the existing farmers of the revenue, threatened to have him beaten if he refused. The next morning, the stranger, coming to the marketplace, offered a talent more than the existing rate; upon which the farmers, enraged and consulting together, called upon him to name his sureties, concluding that he could find none. The poor man, being startled at the proposal, began to retire; but Alcibiades, standing at a distance, cried out to the magistrates, “Set my name down, he is a friend of mine; I will be security for him.” When the other bidders heard this, they perceived that all their contrivance was defeated; for their way was, with the profits of the second year to pay the rent for the year preceding; so that, not seeing any other way to extricate themselves out of the difficulty, they began to entreat the stranger, and offered him a sum of money. Alcibiades would not suffer him to accept of less than a talent; but when that was paid down, he commanded him to relinquish the bargain, having by this device relieved his necessity.
He treated everyone who sought his attention the same way, except for one stranger. This man, as the story goes, sold his small estate for about a hundred staters and offered the money to Alcibiades, asking him to accept it. Alcibiades, smiling and pleased, invited him to dinner. After a warm hospitality, he returned the gold to the stranger and asked him not to miss the next day when the public revenue was being auctioned off, encouraging him to outbid everyone else. The man hesitated, thinking the contract was too big and would require many talents, but Alcibiades, who had a personal grudge against the current revenue farmers, threatened to have him beaten if he didn't go through with it. The next morning, the stranger went to the marketplace and placed a bid that was a talent more than the current rate. The farmers, furious and plotting together, demanded he name his guarantors, assuming he wouldn’t have any. The poor man, taken aback by this demand, started to back away, but Alcibiades, standing at a distance, shouted to the magistrates, "Write down my name; he’s my friend. I’ll be his guarantor." When the other bidders heard this, they realized their plans had been thwarted, since they aimed to use the profits from the second year to pay for the previous year’s rent. Seeing no other way out, they began pleading with the stranger and offered him a sum of money. Alcibiades insisted he shouldn’t accept anything less than a talent, but once that was handed over, he instructed him to back out of the deal, having helped him out of his predicament.
Though Socrates had many and powerful rivals, yet the natural good qualities of Alcibiades gave his affection the mastery. His words overcame him so much, as to draw tears from his eyes, and to disturb his very soul. Yet sometimes he would abandon himself to flatterers, when they proposed to him varieties of pleasure, and would desert Socrates; who, then, would pursue him, as if he had been a fugitive slave. He despised everyone else, and had no reverence or awe for any but him. Cleanthes the philosopher; speaking of one to whom he was attached, says his only hold on him was by his ears, while his rivals had all the others offered them; and there is no question that Alcibiades was very easily caught by pleasures; and the expression used by Thucydides about the excesses of his habitual course of living gives occasion to believe so. But those who endeavored to corrupt Alcibiades, took advantage chiefly of his vanity and ambition, and thrust him on unseasonably to undertake great enterprises, persuading him, that as soon as he began to concern himself in public affairs, he would not only obscure the rest of the generals and statesmen, but outdo the authority and the reputation which Pericles himself had gained in Greece. But in the same manner as iron which is softened by the fire grows hard with the cold, and all its parts are closed again; so, as often as Socrates observed Alcibiades to be misled by luxury or pride, he reduced and corrected him by his addresses, and made him humble and modest, by showing him in how many things he was deficient, and how very far from perfection in virtue.
Even though Socrates had many strong rivals, Alcibiades' natural good qualities won his affection. Alcibiades’ words affected him so deeply that they brought him to tears and troubled his very soul. Yet, at times, he would give in to flatterers when they promised him various pleasures, abandoning Socrates. In those moments, Socrates would pursue him as if he were a runaway slave. He looked down on everyone else and held no respect for anyone but Socrates. Cleanthes the philosopher, talking about someone he cared for, said his only connection was through his ears, while his rivals had everything else to offer. It’s clear that Alcibiades was easily lured by pleasures, and Thucydides’ remarks on his indulgent lifestyle support that idea. Those who tried to corrupt Alcibiades mainly exploited his vanity and ambition, pushing him to take on grand endeavors, convincing him that once he got involved in politics, he would not only overshadow the other generals and statesmen but surpass even Pericles’ authority and reputation in Greece. However, just like iron that softens in the fire becomes hard again once cooled, every time Socrates noticed Alcibiades being led astray by luxury or arrogance, he would bring him back down to earth, making him humble and modest by pointing out how much he lacked and how distant he was from true virtue.
When he was past his childhood, he went once to a grammar-school, and asked the master for one of Homer’s books; and he making answer that he had nothing of Homer’s, Alcibiades gave him a blow with his fist, and went away. Another schoolmaster telling him that he had Homer corrected by himself; “How,” said Alcibiades, “and do you employ your time in teaching children to read? You, who are able to amend Homer, may well undertake to instruct men.” Being once desirous to speak with Pericles, he went to his house and was told there that he was not at leisure, but busied in considering how to give up his accounts to the Athenians; Alcibiades, as he went away, said, “It were better for him to consider how he might avoid giving up his accounts at all.”
When he was no longer a child, he went to a grammar school and asked the teacher for one of Homer’s books. The teacher responded that he didn’t have anything by Homer, so Alcibiades punched him and left. Another teacher told him that he had a corrected version of Homer. “How can you spend your time teaching kids to read?” Alcibiades said. “You, who can correct Homer, should definitely be teaching adults.” Once, wanting to talk to Pericles, he went to his house and was told that Pericles was busy working on how to deliver his accounts to the Athenians. As Alcibiades left, he remarked, “It would be better for him to think about how to avoid giving up his accounts altogether.”
Whilst he was very young, he was a soldier in the expedition against Potidaea, where Socrates lodged in the same tent with him, and stood next him in battle. Once there happened a sharp skirmish, in which they both behaved with signal bravery; but Alcibiades receiving a wound, Socrates threw himself before him to defend him, and beyond any question saved him and his arms from the enemy, and so in all justice might have challenged the prize of valor. But the generals appearing eager to adjudge the honor to Alcibiades, because of his rank, Socrates, who desired to increase his thirst after glory of a noble kind, was the first to give evidence for him, and pressed them to crown him, and to decree to him the complete suit of armor. Afterwards, in the battle of Delium, when the Athenians were routed and Socrates with a few others was retreating on foot, Alcibiades, who was on horseback, observing it, would not pass on, but stayed to shelter him from the danger, and brought him safe off, though the enemy pressed hard upon them, and cut off many. But this happened some time after.
When he was very young, he was a soldier in the campaign against Potidaea, where Socrates shared a tent with him and fought alongside him in battle. During a fierce skirmish, both showed remarkable bravery; however, Alcibiades was wounded, and Socrates jumped in front of him to defend him, undoubtedly saving him and his gear from the enemy, and could have justly claimed the award for valor. But the generals seemed eager to give the honor to Alcibiades because of his status, so Socrates, wanting to encourage his pursuit of noble glory, was the first to advocate for him, urging them to crown him and award him a full set of armor. Later, in the battle of Delium, when the Athenians were in retreat and Socrates, along with a few others, was falling back on foot, Alcibiades, riding a horse, saw this and chose not to move on. Instead, he stayed to protect Socrates from danger and got him out safely, even though the enemy was pressing hard and cutting off many others. But this occurred some time later.
He gave a box on the ear to Hipponicus, the father of Callias, whose birth and wealth made him a person of great influence and repute. And this he did unprovoked by any passion or quarrel between them, but only because, in a frolic, he had agreed with his companions to do it. People were justly offended at this insolence, when it became known through the city; but early the next morning, Alcibiades went to his house and knocked at the door, and, being admitted to him, took off his outer garment, and, presenting his naked body, desired him to scourge and chastise him as he pleased. Upon this Hipponicus forgot all his resentment, and not only pardoned him, but soon after gave him his daughter Hipparete in marriage. Some say that it was not Hipponicus, but his son Callias, who gave Hipparete to Alcibiades, together with a portion of ten talents, and that after, when she had a child, Alcibiades forced him to give ten talents more, upon pretense that such was the agreement if she brought him any children. Afterwards, Callias, for fear of coming to his death by his means, declared, in a full assembly of the people, that if he should happen to die without children, the state should inherit his house and all his goods. Hipparete was a virtuous and dutiful wife, but, at last, growing impatient of the outrages done to her by her husband’s continual entertaining of courtesans, as well strangers as Athenians, she departed from him and retired to her brother’s house. Alcibiades seemed not at all concerned at this, and lived on still in the same luxury; but the law requiring that she should deliver to the archon in person, and not by proxy, the instrument by which she claimed a divorce, when, in obedience to the law, she presented herself before him to perform this, Alcibiades came in, caught her up, and carried her home through the marketplace, no one daring to oppose him, nor to take her from him. She continued with him till her death, which happened not long after, when Alcibiades had gone to Ephesus. Nor is this violence to be thought so very enormous or unmanly. For the law, in making her who desires to be divorced appear in public, seems to design to give her husband an opportunity of treating with her, and of endeavoring to retain her.
He slapped Hipponicus, the father of Callias, whose wealth and status made him a person of great influence and reputation. He did this without any reason or quarrel between them, just because he had playfully agreed with his friends to do it. People were understandably upset by this act of disrespect when it spread through the city. But early the next morning, Alcibiades went to Hipponicus’s house, knocked on the door, and when let in, he took off his outer garment and presented his bare body, asking him to beat and punish him as he wished. Upon this, Hipponicus forgot all his anger, not only forgave him, but soon after gave him his daughter Hipparete in marriage. Some say that it was actually Callias, his son, who gave Hipparete to Alcibiades along with a dowry of ten talents, and that later, after she had a child, Alcibiades forced him to give ten more talents, claiming that was part of their agreement if she had children. Afterwards, Callias, fearing for his life because of Alcibiades, announced in a public assembly that if he died without children, the state would inherit his house and all his possessions. Hipparete was a virtuous and devoted wife, but eventually, she became fed up with her husband's constant hosting of courtesans, both foreign and Athenian, and she left him to stay with her brother. Alcibiades didn’t seem to care and continued living in luxury; however, the law required her to present herself in person to the archon, not through someone else, to file for divorce. When she went to do this, Alcibiades came in, picked her up, and carried her home through the marketplace, with no one daring to stop him or take her away. She stayed with him until her death, which occurred not long after, when Alcibiades had gone to Ephesus. This act of force shouldn’t be seen as so extreme or unmanly. The law, by requiring someone seeking a divorce to appear publicly, seems to intend for the husband to have the chance to negotiate and try to keep her.
Alcibiades had a dog which cost him seventy minas, and was a very large one, and very handsome. His tail, which was his principal ornament, he caused to be cut off, and his acquaintance exclaiming at him for it, and telling him that all Athens was sorry for the dog, and cried out upon him for this action, he laughed, and said, “Just what I wanted has happened, then. I wished the Athenians to talk about this, that they might not say something worse of me.”
Alcibiades had a dog that cost him seventy minas. It was a very large and handsome animal. He had its tail, which was its main feature, cut off. When his friends criticized him for this and told him that all of Athens was upset about it and was calling him out for what he did, he laughed and said, “Exactly what I wanted has happened, then. I wanted the Athenians to talk about this so they wouldn’t say something worse about me.”
It is said that the first time he came into the assembly was upon occasion of a largess of money which he made to the people. This was not done by design, but as he passed along he heard a shout, and inquiring the cause, and having learned that there was a donative making to the people, he went in amongst them and gave money also. The multitude thereupon applauding him, and shouting, he was so transported at it, that he forgot a quail which he had under his robe, and the bird, being frighted with the noise, flew off; upon which the people made louder acclamations than before, and many of them started up to pursue the bird; and one Antiochus, a pilot, caught it and restored it to him, for which he was ever after a favorite with Alcibiades.
It’s said that the first time he showed up at the gathering was during an event where he gave out money to the people. This wasn’t planned; as he walked by, he heard a cheer. When he asked what was happening and found out there was a donation happening for the crowd, he joined in and gave money too. The crowd cheered louder for him, and he got so caught up in it that he forgot about a quail he had hidden under his robe. Startled by the noise, the bird flew away, which made the people cheer even more, and many ran after the bird. A man named Antiochus, who was a pilot, caught it and brought it back to him, making him a favorite of Alcibiades from then on.
He had great advantages for entering public life; his noble birth, his riches, the personal courage he had shown in divers battles, and the multitude of his friends and dependents, threw open, so to say, folding doors for his admittance. But he did not consent to let his power with the people rest on any thing, rather than on his own gift of eloquence. That he was a master in the art of speaking, the comic poets bear him witness; and the most eloquent of public speakers, in his oration against Midias, allows that Alcibiades, among other perfections, was a most accomplished orator. If, however, we give credit to Theophrastus, who of all philosophers was the most curious inquirer, and the greatest lover of history, we are to understand that Alcibiades had the highest capacity for inventing, for discerning what was the right thing to be said for any purpose, and on any occasion; but, aiming not only at saying what was required, but also at saying it well, in respect, that is, of words and phrases, when these did not readily occur, he would often pause in the middle of his discourse for want of the apt word, and would be silent and stop till he could recollect himself, and had considered what to say.
He had plenty of advantages for stepping into public life; his noble background, his wealth, the personal bravery he showed in various battles, and the many friends and followers he had opened numerous doors for his entry. But he refused to let his influence with the people depend on anything other than his own talent for speaking. The comic poets confirm that he was a master of rhetoric, and the most eloquent public speaker, in his speech against Midias, acknowledges that Alcibiades, among his many skills, was a highly accomplished orator. However, if we believe Theophrastus, who was the most inquisitive philosopher and a great lover of history, we understand that Alcibiades had an exceptional ability to create and identify the right things to say for any situation. But he aimed not just to say what was necessary, but also to express it well, in terms of words and phrases. When the right words didn't come to him easily, he would often pause mid-speech, needing to find the perfect word, and would remain silent until he could gather his thoughts and decide what to say.
His expenses in horses kept for the public games, and in the number of his chariots, were matter of great observation; never did anyone but he, either private person or king, send seven chariots to the Olympic games. And to have carried away at once the first, the second, and the fourth prize, as Thucydides says, or the third, as Euripides relates it, outdoes far away every distinction that ever was known or thought of in that kind. Euripides celebrates his success in this manner:—
His spending on horses for public games and the number of chariots he had drew a lot of attention; no one else, whether a private citizen or a king, ever sent seven chariots to the Olympic games. Winning the first, second, and fourth prizes, as Thucydides mentions, or the third, as Euripides tells it, surpasses any recognition ever known or imagined in that context. Euripides honors his success like this:—
“—But my song to you, Son of Clinias, is due.
Victory is noble; how much more
To do as never Greek before;
To obtain in the great chariot race
The first, the second, and third place;
With easy step advanced to fame,
To bid the herald three times claim
The olive for one victor’s name.”
“—But my song for you, Son of Clinias, is owed.
Victory is great; how much more
To achieve what no Greek has done before;
To win in the big chariot race
First, second, and third place;
With a confident stride moving to fame,
To have the herald call out three times
The olive for one victor’s name.”
The emulation displayed by the deputations of various states, in the presents which they made to him, rendered this success yet more illustrious. The Ephesians erected a tent for him, adorned magnificently; the city of Chios furnished him with provender for his horses and with great numbers of beasts for sacrifice; and the Lesbians sent him wine and other provisions for the many great entertainments which he made. Yet in the midst of all this he escaped not without censure, occasioned either by the ill-nature of his enemies or by his own misconduct. For it is said, that one Diomedes, all Athenian, a worthy man and a friend to Alcibiades, passionately desiring to obtain the victory at the Olympic games, and having heard much of a chariot which belonged to the state at Argos, where he knew that Alcibiades had great power and many friends, prevailed with him to undertake to buy the chariot. Alcibiades did indeed buy it, but then claimed it for his own, leaving Diomedes to rage at him, and to call upon the gods and men to bear witness to the injustice. It would seem there was a suit at law commenced upon this occasion, and there is yet extant an oration concerning the chariot, written by Isocrates in defense of the son of Alcibiades. But the plaintiff in this action is named Tisias, and not Diomedes.
The competition shown by the delegations from various states, in the gifts they presented to him, made this success even more remarkable. The Ephesians set up a lavish tent for him; the city of Chios supplied food for his horses and many animals for sacrifices; and the Lesbians sent him wine and other supplies for the numerous grand feasts he hosted. Yet amidst all of this, he didn’t escape criticism, caused either by the spite of his enemies or by his own mistakes. It is said that a man named Diomedes, an Athenian, a noble person, and a friend of Alcibiades, desperately wanted to win at the Olympic games. After hearing about a chariot that belonged to the state at Argos, where Alcibiades had considerable influence and many supporters, he persuaded him to buy the chariot. Alcibiades did purchase it but then claimed it as his own, leaving Diomedes furious and calling on the gods and people to witness the unfairness. It seems there was a lawsuit initiated because of this, and a speech concerning the chariot, written by Isocrates in defense of Alcibiades' son, still exists. However, the plaintiff in this case is named Tisias, not Diomedes.
As soon as he began to intermeddle in the government, which was when he was very young, he quickly lessened the credit of all who aspired to the confidence of the people, except Phaeax, the son of Erasistratus, and Nicias, the son of Niceratus, who alone could contest it with him. Nicias was arrived at a mature age, and was esteemed their first general. Phaeax was but a rising statesman like Alcibiades; he was descended from noble ancestors, but was his inferior, as in many other things, so, principally, in eloquence. He possessed rather the art of persuading in private conversation than of debate before the people, and was, as Eupolis said of him,
As soon as he started getting involved in politics at a young age, he quickly diminished the reputation of everyone who sought the people's trust, except for Phaeax, the son of Erasistratus, and Nicias, the son of Niceratus, who were the only ones able to challenge him. Nicias was older and was regarded as their top general. Phaeax was a rising politician like Alcibiades; he came from a noble family but was not as skilled in many areas, especially in speaking. He was better at persuading people in private conversations than in public debates, and as Eupolis said about him,
“The best of talkers, and of speakers worst.”
“The best at talking, and the worst at speaking.”
There is extant an oration written by Phaeax against Alcibiades, in which, amongst other things, it is said, that Alcibiades made daily use at his table of many gold and silver vessels, which belonged to the commonwealth, as if they had been his own.
There is still a speech written by Phaeax against Alcibiades, where it’s mentioned that Alcibiades regularly used a lot of gold and silver items from the public collection at his table, as if they were his personal belongings.
There was a certain Hyperbolus, of the township of Perithoedae, whom Thucydides also speaks of as a man of bad character, a general butt for the mockery of all the comic writers of the time, but quite unconcerned at the worst things they could say, and, being careless of glory, also insensible of shame; a temper which some people call boldness and courage, whereas it is indeed impudence and recklessness. He was liked by nobody, yet the people made frequent use of him, when they had a mind to disgrace or calumniate any persons in authority. At this time, the people, by his persuasions, were ready to proceed to pronounce the sentence of ten years’ banishment, called ostracism. This they made use of to humiliate and drive out of the city such citizens as outdid the rest in credit and power, indulging not so much perhaps their apprehensions as their jealousies in this way. And when, at this time, there was no doubt but that the ostracism would fall upon one of those three, Alcibiades contrived to form a coalition of parties, and, communicating his project to Nicias, turned the sentence upon Hyperbolus himself. Others say, that it was not with Nicias, but Phaeax, that he consulted, and, by help of his party, procured the banishment of Hyperbolus, when he suspected nothing less. For, before that time, no mean or obscure person had ever fallen under that punishment, so that Plato, the comic poet, speaking of Hyperbolus, might well say,
There was a guy named Hyperbolus from the township of Perithoedae, whom Thucydides described as having a terrible character, a common target for all the comedians of his time. He didn’t care at all about the worst things they said about him and, being indifferent to fame, he also felt no shame; a demeanor that some might call boldness and courage, but it was really just rudeness and recklessness. Nobody liked him, yet people often relied on him whenever they wanted to shame or slander those in power. At that time, the public, influenced by him, was ready to issue a ten-year banishment sentence known as ostracism. They used this as a way to humiliate and expel citizens who were more distinguished and powerful than the rest, indulging not so much their fears but their jealousy. And when it became clear that the ostracism was likely to fall on one of three people, Alcibiades managed to form a coalition, and, after discussing his plan with Nicias, turned the sentence against Hyperbolus himself. Some say he consulted not with Nicias, but with Phaeax, and with the help of his allies, secured Hyperbolus’s banishment when he least expected it. Before that time, no insignificant or unknown person had ever faced such a punishment, so Plato, the comic poet, could rightly say of Hyperbolus,
“The man deserved the fate; deny ’t who can?
Yes, but the fate did not deserve the man;
Not for the like of him and his slave-brands
Did Athens put the sherd into our hands.”
“The man got what he deserved; who can deny it?
Yes, but the fate didn't deserve him;
Not for someone like him and his slave-brands
Did Athens give us the shards to wield.”
But we have given elsewhere a fuller statement of what is known to us of the matter.
But we've provided a more detailed explanation of what we know about the issue elsewhere.
Alcibiades was not less disturbed at the distinctions which Nicias gained amongst the enemies of Athens, than at the honors which the Athenians themselves paid to him. For though Alcibiades was the proper appointed person to receive all Lacedaemonians when they came to Athens, and had taken particular care of those that were made prisoners at Pylos, yet, after they had obtained the peace and restitution of the captives, by the procurement chiefly of Nicias, they paid him very special attentions. And it was commonly said in Greece, that the war was begun by Pericles, and that Nicias made an end of it, and the peace was generally called the peace of Nicias. Alcibiades was extremely annoyed at this, and, being full of envy, set himself to break the league. First, therefore, observing that the Argives, as well out of fear as hatred to the Lacedaemonians, sought for protection against them, he gave them a secret assurance of alliance with Athens. And communicating, as well in person as by letters, with the chief advisers of the people there, he encouraged them not to fear the Lacedaemonians, nor make concessions to them, but to wait a little, and keep their eyes on the Athenians, who, already, were all but sorry they had made peace, and would soon give it up. And, afterwards, when the Lacedaemonians had made a league with the Boeotians, and had not delivered up Panactum entire, as they ought to have done by the treaty, but only after first destroying it, which gave great offense to the people of Athens, Alcibiades laid hold of that opportunity to exasperate them more highly. He exclaimed fiercely against Nicias, and accused him of many things, which seemed probable enough: as that, when he was general, he made no attempt himself to capture their enemies that were shut up in the isle of Sphacteria, but, when they were afterwards made prisoners by others, he procured their release and sent them back to the Lacedaemonians, only to get favor with them; that he would not make use of his credit with them, to prevent their entering into this confederacy with the Boeotians and Corinthians, and yet, on the other side, that he sought to stand in the way of those Greeks who were inclined to make an alliance and friendship with Athens, if the Lacedaemonians did not like it.
Alcibiades was equally upset about the recognition Nicias received from Athens' enemies as well as the honors given to him by the Athenians themselves. Although Alcibiades was officially appointed to welcome all the Lacedaemonians when they arrived in Athens and had taken special care of the prisoners from Pylos, after they secured peace and the return of the captives—primarily through Nicias' efforts—they showered him with special attention. People in Greece often said the war was started by Pericles, and Nicias ended it, with the peace often referred to as the peace of Nicias. Alcibiades was really frustrated by this and, fueled by jealousy, set out to undermine the alliance. First, he noticed that the Argives, out of fear and hatred for the Lacedaemonians, were seeking protection against them. He secretly assured them of an alliance with Athens. By meeting with and writing to the main advisors there, he encouraged them not to fear the Lacedaemonians or make concessions, but to wait a bit and keep an eye on the Athenians, who were already regretting their peace and would soon abandon it. Later, when the Lacedaemonians formed a league with the Boeotians and failed to surrender Panactum intact as the treaty required—only handing it over after destroying it, which angered the Athenian people—Alcibiades seized the chance to incite them further. He passionately criticized Nicias, accusing him of several credible things: for not trying to capture their enemies trapped on the island of Sphacteria while serving as general, and for later securing the release of those prisoners from others and sending them back to the Lacedaemonians just to win their favor; that he wouldn't use his influence to stop the Lacedaemonians from forming their alliance with the Boeotians and Corinthians, while at the same time, he tried to block those Greeks who wanted to form an alliance and friendship with Athens if the Lacedaemonians disapproved.
It happened, at the very time when Nicias was by these arts brought into disgrace with the people, that ambassadors arrived from Lacedaemon, who, at their first coming, said what seemed very satisfactory, declaring that they had full powers to arrange all matters in dispute upon fair and equal terms. The council received their propositions, and the people was to assemble on the morrow to give them audience. Alcibiades grew very apprehensive of this, and contrived to gain a secret conference with the ambassadors. When they were met, he said: “What is it you intend, you men of Sparta? Can you be ignorant that the council always act with moderation and respect towards ambassadors, but that the people are full of ambition and great designs? So that, if you let them know what full powers your commission gives you, they will urge and press you to unreasonable conditions. Quit therefore, this indiscreet simplicity, if you expect to obtain equal terms from the Athenians, and would not have things extorted from you contrary to your inclinations, and begin to treat with the people upon some reasonable articles, not avowing yourselves plenipotentiaries; and I will be ready to assist you, out of good-will to the Lacedaemonians.” When he had said thus, he gave them his oath for the performance of what he promised, and by this way drew them from Nicias to rely entirely upon himself, and left them full of admiration of the discernment and sagacity they had seen in him. The next day, when the people were assembled and the ambassadors introduced, Alcibiades, with great apparent courtesy, demanded of them, With what powers they were come? They made answer that they were not come as plenipotentiaries.
It happened just when Nicias fell out of favor with the people that ambassadors arrived from Sparta, claiming they had full authority to settle all disputes fairly and equally. The council considered their proposals, and the people were set to gather the next day to hear them out. Alcibiades became worried about this and arranged a private meeting with the ambassadors. When they met, he said: “What are your intentions, Spartans? Can you really not see that while the council always treats ambassadors with respect, the people are driven by ambition and grand plans? If you reveal the full extent of your authority, they will pressure you into unreasonable demands. So, please abandon this naive openness if you want to secure fair terms with the Athenians and avoid having things forced upon you that you don’t want. Start negotiating with the people through reasonable proposals without admitting you’re plenipotentiaries, and I’ll gladly help you out of goodwill toward Sparta.” After saying this, he swore that he would follow through on his promises, convincing them to trust him over Nicias, and leaving them impressed with his insight and wisdom. The next day, when the people gathered and the ambassadors were introduced, Alcibiades politely asked them what powers they had. They replied that they were not there as plenipotentiaries.
Instantly upon that, Alcibiades, with a loud voice, as though he had received and not done the wrong, began to call them dishonest prevaricators, and to urge that such men could not possibly come with a purpose to say or do anything that was sincere. The council was incensed, the people were in a rage, and Nicias, who knew nothing of the deceit and the imposture, was in the greatest confusion, equally surprised and ashamed at such a change in the men. So thus the Lacedaemonian ambassadors were utterly rejected, and Alcibiades was declared general, who presently united the Argives, the Eleans, and the people of Mantinea, into a confederacy with the Athenians.
Immediately after that, Alcibiades, speaking loudly as if he were the victim rather than the perpetrator, started calling them dishonest deceivers and insisted that those types of people could never come with genuine intentions to say or do anything honest. The council was furious, the crowd was enraged, and Nicias, who was completely unaware of the trickery and deception, was left utterly confused, both surprised and embarrassed by such a shift in the men. Consequently, the Lacedaemonian ambassadors were completely dismissed, and Alcibiades was appointed general, who quickly brought together the Argives, the Eleans, and the people of Mantinea into an alliance with the Athenians.
No man commended the method by which Alcibiades effected all this, yet it was a great political feat thus to divide and shake almost all Peloponnesus, and to combine so many men in arms against the Lacedaemonians in one day before Mantinea; and, moreover, to remove the war and the danger so far from the frontier of the Athenians, that even success would profit the enemy but little, should they be conquerors, whereas, if they were defeated, Sparta itself was hardly safe.
No one praised the way Alcibiades accomplished all this, yet it was a significant political achievement to create divisions and stir almost all of Peloponnesus, and to rally so many soldiers against the Lacedaemonians in just one day before Mantinea. Furthermore, he managed to push the war and danger so far from Athens that even if the enemy succeeded, it would benefit them very little. On the other hand, if they were defeated, Sparta itself was hardly safe.
After this battle at Mantinea, the select thousand of the army of the Argives attempted to overthrow the government of the people in Argos, and make themselves masters of the city; and the Lacedaemonians came to their aid and abolished the democracy. But the people took arms again, and gained the advantage, and Alcibiades came in to their aid and completed the victory, and persuaded them to build long walls, and by that means to join their city to the sea, and so to bring it wholly within the reach of the Athenian power. To this purpose, he procured them builders and masons from Athens, and displayed the greatest zeal for their service, and gained no less honor and power to himself than to the commonwealth of Athens. He also persuaded the people of Patrae to join their city to the sea, by building long walls; and when some one told them, by way of warning, that the Athenians would swallow them up at last Alcibiades made answer, “Possibly it may be so, but it will be by little and little, and beginning at the feet, whereas the Lacedaemonians will begin at the head and devour you all at once.” Nor did he neglect either to advise the Athenians to look to their interests by land, and often put the young men in mind of the oath which they had made at Agraulos, to the effect that they would account wheat and barley, and vines and olives, to be the limits of Attica; by which they were taught to claim a title to all land that was cultivated and productive.
After the battle at Mantinea, a select group of a thousand from the Argive army tried to overthrow the government in Argos and take control of the city. The Lacedaemonians came to their rescue and ended the democracy. However, the people took up arms again, gained the upper hand, and Alcibiades joined them to secure the victory. He convinced them to build long walls to connect their city to the sea, bringing it fully under Athenian influence. To achieve this, he arranged for builders and masons from Athens, showing immense dedication to their cause, which earned him as much honor and power as it did for the Athenian state. He also persuaded the people of Patrae to connect their city to the sea through long walls. When someone warned them that the Athenians would eventually take them over, Alcibiades replied, “That might happen, but it will be gradual, starting from the feet, while the Lacedaemonians will strike at the head and consume you all at once.” He also reminded the Athenians to consider their agricultural interests, frequently urging the young men to remember their oath made at Agraulos, that they would regard wheat and barley, as well as vines and olives, to be the boundaries of Attica, teaching them to claim a right to all productive farmland.
But with all these words and deeds, and with all this sagacity and eloquence, he intermingled exorbitant luxury and wantonness in his eating and drinking and dissolute living; wore long purple robes like a woman, which dragged after him as he went through the market-place; caused the planks of his galley to be cut away, that so he might lie the softer, his bed not being placed on the boards, but hanging upon girths. His shield, again, which was richly gilded, had not the usual ensigns of the Athenians, but a Cupid, holding a thunderbolt in his hand, was painted upon it. The sight of all this made the people of good repute in the city feel disgust and abhorrence, and apprehension also, at his free-living, and his contempt of law, as things monstrous in themselves, and indicating designs of usurpation. Aristophanes has well expressed the people’s feeling towards him:—
But with all his words and actions, and all his wisdom and charm, he mixed in excessive luxury and reckless indulgence in his eating, drinking, and carefree lifestyle; he wore long purple robes like a woman that trailed behind him as he walked through the marketplace; he had the planks of his ship cut away so he could lie down more comfortably, not having his bed on the boards, but hanging from straps. His shield, which was richly decorated in gold, did not bear the usual symbols of the Athenians; instead, it was painted with Cupid holding a thunderbolt. The sight of all this filled the respected people of the city with disgust and revulsion, and also with fear regarding his extravagant lifestyle and disregard for the law, which seemed monstrous in itself and suggested plans of tyranny. Aristophanes captured the people’s feelings toward him well:—
“They love, and hate, and cannot do without him.”
“They love him, they hate him, and they can’t live without him.”
And still more strongly, under a figurative expression,
And even more powerfully, using a metaphor,
“Best rear no lion in your state, ’tis true;
But treat him like a lion if you do.”
"Better not to challenge a lion in your territory, it's true;
But treat him like a lion if you must."
The truth is, his liberalities, his public shows, and other munificence to the people, which were such as nothing could exceed, the glory of his ancestors, the force of his eloquence, the grace of his person, his strength of body, joined with his great courage and knowledge in military affairs, prevailed upon the Athenians to endure patiently his excesses, to indulge many things to him, and, according to their habit, to give the softest names to his faults, attributing them to youth and good nature. As, for example, he kept Agatharcus, the painter, a prisoner till he had painted his whole house, but then dismissed him with a reward. He publicly struck Taureas, who exhibited certain shows in opposition to him and contended with him for the prize. He selected for himself one of the captive Melian women, and had a son by her, whom he took care to educate. This the Athenians styled great humanity; and yet he was the principal cause of the slaughter of all the inhabitants of the isle of Melos who were of age to bear arms, having spoken in favor of that decree. When Aristophon, the painter, had drawn Nemea sitting and holding Alcibiades in her arms, the multitude seemed pleased with the piece, and thronged to see it, but older people disliked and disrelished it, and looked on these things as enormities, and movements towards tyranny. So that it was not said amiss by Archestratus, that Greece could not support a second Alcibiades. Once, when Alcibiades succeeded well in an oration which he made, and the whole assembly attended upon him to do him honor, Timon the misanthrope did not pass slightly by him, nor avoid him, as he did others, but purposely met him, and, taking him by the hand, said, “Go on boldly, my son, and increase in credit with the people, for thou wilt one day bring them calamities enough.” Some that were present laughed at the saying, and some reviled Timon; but there were others upon whom it made a deep impression; so various was the judgment which was made of him, and so irregular his own character.
The truth is, his generosity, public displays, and overall kindness towards the people were unmatched. The legacy of his ancestors, his powerful speech, his charm, his physical strength, and his bravery and expertise in military matters led the Athenians to patiently tolerate his excesses, overlook many of his faults, and, as was their custom, give his mistakes gentle names, attributing them to youth and a good heart. For instance, he kept the painter Agatharcus captive until he had finished painting his entire house, but then let him go with a reward. He publicly hit Taureas, who put on competing shows against him and vied for the prize. He took one of the captured Melian women for himself and had a son with her, whom he made sure to raise. The Athenians called this great compassion; yet he was largely responsible for the massacre of all the able-bodied citizens of Melos, having supported that decree. When the painter Aristophon depicted Nemea holding Alcibiades in her arms, the crowd loved the artwork and flocked to see it, but older people disapproved and viewed it as a sign of tyranny. Therefore, it was not untrue when Archestratus said that Greece could not handle a second Alcibiades. Once, after Alcibiades delivered a successful speech and the entire assembly honored him, the misanthrope Timon didn't ignore him like he did with others. Instead, he approached Alcibiades, took his hand, and said, “Go ahead boldly, my son, and gain the people's favor, for one day you will bring them plenty of troubles.” Some in the crowd laughed at this, while others criticized Timon, but many were deeply affected by his words, reflecting the varied opinions about him and the inconsistencies in his character.
The Athenians, even in the lifetime of Pericles, had already cast a longing eye upon Sicily; but did not attempt any thing till after his death. Then, under pretense of aiding their confederates, they sent succors upon all occasions to those who were oppressed by the Syracusans, preparing the way for sending over a greater force. But Alcibiades was the person who inflamed this desire of theirs to the height, and prevailed with them no longer to proceed secretly, and by little and little, in their design, but to sail out with a great fleet, and undertake at once to make themselves masters of the island. He possessed the people with great hopes, and he himself entertained yet greater; and the conquest of Sicily, which was the utmost bound of their ambition, was but the mere outset of his expectation. Nicias endeavored to divert the people from the expedition, by representing to them that the taking of Syracuse would be a work of great difficulty; but Alcibiades dreamed of nothing less than the conquest of Carthage and Libya, and by the accession of these conceiving himself at once made master of Italy and of Peloponnesus, seemed to look upon Sicily as little more than a magazine for the war. The young men were soon elevated with these hopes, and listened gladly to those of riper years, who talked wonders of the countries they were going to; so that you might see great numbers sitting in the wrestling grounds and public places, drawing on the ground the figure of the island and the situation of Libya and Carthage. Socrates the philosopher and Meton the astrologer are said, however, never to have hoped for any good to the commonwealth from this war; the one, it is to be supposed, presaging what would ensue, by the intervention of his attendant Genius; and the other, either upon rational consideration of the project, or by use of the art of divination, conceived fears for its issue, and, feigning madness, caught up a burning torch, and seemed as if he would have set his own house on fire. Others report, that he did not take upon him to act the madman, but secretly in the night set his house on fire, and the next morning besought the people, that for his comfort, after such a calamity, they would spare his son from the expedition. By which artifice, he deceived his fellow-citizens, and obtained of them what he desired.
The Athenians, even during Pericles' lifetime, were already eyeing Sicily but didn’t take any action until after he died. Then, under the guise of helping their allies, they sent support to those oppressed by the Syracusans, paving the way to send a larger force. But it was Alcibiades who greatly intensified their desire, convincing them to stop proceeding secretly and step by step, and instead to sail out with a large fleet and take control of the island all at once. He filled the people with high hopes, and he had even bigger aspirations; the conquest of Sicily, which was their greatest ambition, was only the beginning of his expectations. Nicias tried to dissuade the public from the expedition by pointing out that capturing Syracuse would be very difficult. However, Alcibiades envisioned nothing less than conquering Carthage and Libya, and he thought that by adding these territories to his conquests, he would instantly be in control of Italy and the Peloponnesus, regarding Sicily as little more than a supply depot for the war. The young men quickly became excited by these dreams and eagerly listened to the older ones who spoke wonders about the lands they would visit, so much so that you could see large groups sitting in the wrestling grounds and public spaces, drawing maps of the island and the locations of Libya and Carthage in the dirt. It’s said that Socrates the philosopher and Meton the astrologer never expected any good to come from this war; Socrates was likely foreseeing the outcome through his inner voice, while Meton, either through rational assessment of the plan or some divination, was worried about the result and pretended to be mad, grabbing a burning torch as if he intended to set his own house on fire. Others say that he didn’t actually act crazy but secretly set his house ablaze at night and the next morning begged the people to spare his son from the expedition for his comfort after such a disaster. By this trick, he fooled his fellow citizens and got what he wanted.
Together with Alcibiades, Nicias, much against his will, was appointed general: and he endeavored to avoid the command, not the less on account of his colleague. But the Athenians thought the war would proceed more prosperously, if they did not send Alcibiades free from all restraint, but tempered his heat with the caution of Nicias. This they chose the rather to do, because Lamachus, the third general, though he was of mature years, yet in several battles had appeared no less hot and rash than Alcibiades himself. When they began to deliberate of the number of forces, and of the manner of making the necessary provisions, Nicias made another attempt to oppose the design, and to prevent the war; but Alcibiades contradicted him, and carried his point with the people. And one Demostratus, an orator, proposing to give the generals absolute power over the preparations and the whole management of the war, it was presently decreed so. When all things were fitted for the voyage, many unlucky omens appeared. At that very time the feast of Adonis happened, in which the women were used to expose, in all parts of the city, images resembling dead men carried out to their burial, and to represent funeral solemnities by lamentations and mournful songs. The mutilation, however, of the images of Mercury, most of which, in one night, had their faces all disfigured, terrified many persons who were wont to despise most things of that nature. It was given out that it was done by the Corinthians, for the sake of the Syracusans, who were their colony, in hopes that the Athenians, by such prodigies, might be induced to delay or abandon the war. But the report gained no credit with the people, nor yet the opinion of those who would not believe that there was anything ominous in the matter, but that it was only an extravagant action, committed, in that sort of sport which runs into license, by wild young men coming from a debauch. Alike enraged and terrified at the thing, looking upon it to proceed from a conspiracy of persons who designed some commotions in the state, the council, as well as the assembly of the people, which was held frequently in a few days’ space, examined diligently everything that might administer ground for suspicion. During this examination, Androcles, one of the demagogues, produced certain slaves and strangers before them, who accused Alcibiades and some of his friends of defacing other images in the same manner, and of having profanely acted the sacred mysteries at a drunken meeting, where one Theodorus represented the herald, Polytion the torch- bearer, and Alcibiades the chief priest, while the rest of the party appeared as candidates for initiation, and received the title of Initiates. These were the matters contained in the articles of information, which Thessalus, the son of Cimon, exhibited against Alcibiades, for his impious mockery of the goddesses, Ceres and Proserpine. The people were highly exasperated and incensed against Alcibiades upon this accusation, which, being aggravated by Androcles, the most malicious of all his enemies, at first disturbed his friends exceedingly. But when they perceived that all the sea-men designed for Sicily were for him, and the soldiers also, and when the Argive and Mantinean auxiliaries, a thousand men at arms, openly declared that they had undertaken this distant maritime expedition for the sake of Alcibiades, and that, if he was ill-used, they would all go home, they recovered their courage, and became eager to make use of the present opportunity for justifying him. At this his enemies were again discouraged, fearing lest the people should be more gentle to him in their sentence, because of the occasion they had for his service. Therefore, to obviate this, they contrived that some other orators, who did not appear to be enemies to Alcibiades, but really hated him no less than those who avowed it, should stand up in the assembly and say, that it was a very absurd thing that one who was created general of such an army with absolute power, after his troops were assembled, and the confederates were come, should lose the opportunity, whilst the people were choosing his judges by lot, and appointing times for the hearing of the cause. And, therefore, let him set sail at once; good fortune attend him; and when the war should be at an end, he might then in person make his defense according to the laws.
Along with Alcibiades, Nicias was reluctantly appointed as a general and tried to avoid the position, mainly because of his colleague. However, the Athenians believed the war would go better if they didn’t let Alcibiades act freely, but instead balanced his impulsiveness with Nicias’s caution. They preferred this, especially since Lamachus, the third general, despite being older, had shown just as much rashness and hot-headedness in several battles as Alcibiades. When they began discussing the number of forces and how to prepare for the war, Nicias tried again to oppose the plan and prevent the war, but Alcibiades contradicted him and won the support of the people. An orator named Demostratus suggested giving the generals complete control over preparations and management of the war, and this proposal was quickly enacted. As everything was getting ready for the voyage, many bad omens appeared. At that time, the festival of Adonis occurred, during which women displayed images resembling dead men carried out for burial throughout the city and acted out funeral rites with wailing and sad songs. The disturbing mutilation of Mercury's images, most of which had been disfigured in one night, frightened many who usually ignored such things. It was rumored that this was done by the Corinthians, in support of their colony, the Syracusans, hoping that these omens would push the Athenians to delay or abandon the war. However, the people didn’t buy into this rumor or the belief that it signified anything ominous; they thought it was just a reckless act by rowdy young men coming from a drunken party. Both the council and the assembly, which met frequently in the following days, were angry and concerned, suspecting a conspiracy aimed at causing unrest in the state. During this investigation, Androcles, one of the demagogues, brought forward certain slaves and outsiders who accused Alcibiades and some of his friends of vandalizing other images similarly and of disrespecting the sacred mysteries at a drunken gathering. At this gathering, Theodorus played the herald, Polytion was the torchbearer, and Alcibiades took on the role of the chief priest, while others pretended to be candidates for initiation, calling themselves Initiates. The accusations, notably brought against Alcibiades by Thessalus, the son of Cimon, highlighted his irreverent mockery of the goddesses Ceres and Proserpine. The people were furious with Alcibiades over this accusation, especially since Androcles, his most malicious adversary, amplified the charges, causing significant distress among his friends. However, they soon realized that all the sailors heading to Sicily were backing him, along with the soldiers, and that the Argive and Mantinean auxiliary troops, numbering a thousand heavy infantry, openly stated they had joined this distant maritime expedition for Alcibiades’s sake, claiming they would all return home if he was mistreated. This gave his supporters renewed courage, and they were eager to take the opportunity to defend him. This situation demoralized his enemies, who feared the people might be more lenient towards him given the need for his services. To counter this, they devised a plan for other orators, who didn’t openly oppose Alcibiades but secretly disliked him just as much, to speak in the assembly and argue that it was ridiculous for someone appointed as the general of such a large army with absolute power to lose the opportunity while the people chose his judges and scheduled the trial. They urged him to set sail immediately, wishing him good fortune, and suggested he could defend himself in person after the war ended, according to the laws.
Alcibiades perceived the malice of this postponement, and, appearing in the assembly represented that it was monstrous for him to be sent with the command of so large an army, when he lay under such accusations and calumnies; that he deserved to die, if he could not clear himself of the crimes objected to him; but when he had so done, and had proved his innocence, he should then cheerfully apply himself to the war, as standing no longer in fear of false accusers. But he could not prevail with the people, who commanded him to sail immediately. So he departed, together with the other generals, having with them near 140 galleys, 5,100 men at arms, and about 1,300 archers, slingers, and light-armed men, and all the other provisions corresponding.
Alcibiades saw the malice behind this delay and spoke in the assembly, stating that it was outrageous for him to be given command of such a large army while facing such accusations and slander. He argued that he deserved to die if he couldn't prove his innocence regarding the charges against him; however, once he did prove his innocence, he would gladly focus on the war without fearing false accusers. But he couldn't convince the people, who ordered him to sail immediately. So he left, along with the other generals, taking nearly 140 galleys, 5,100 infantry, and about 1,300 archers, slingers, and light troops, along with all the necessary supplies.
Arriving on the coast of Italy, he landed at Rhegium, and there stated his views of the manner in which they ought to conduct the war. He was opposed by Nicias, but Lamachus being of his opinion, they sailed for Sicily forthwith, and took Catana. This was all that was done while he was there, for he was soon after recalled by the Athenians to abide his trial. At first, as we before said, there were only some slight suspicions advanced against Alcibiades, and accusations by certain slaves and strangers. But afterwards, in his absence, his enemies attacked him more violently, and confounded together the breaking the images with the profanation of the mysteries, as though both had been committed in pursuance of the same conspiracy for changing the government. The people proceeded to imprison all that were accused, without distinction, and without hearing them, and repented now, considering the importance of the charge, that they had not immediately brought Alcibiades to his trial, and given judgment against him. Any of his friends or acquaintance who fell into the people’s hands, whilst they were in this fury, did not fail to meet with very severe usage. Thucydides has omitted to name the informers, but others mention Dioclides and Teucer. Amongst whom is Phrynichus, the comic poet, in whom we find the following:—
Arriving on the coast of Italy, he landed at Rhegium and shared his views on how they should conduct the war. Nicias opposed him, but since Lamachus agreed with him, they immediately set sail for Sicily and captured Catana. That was all that happened while he was there, as he was soon recalled by the Athenians to face trial. Initially, as we mentioned before, there were only a few minor suspicions raised against Alcibiades, along with accusations from certain slaves and outsiders. However, later, in his absence, his enemies attacked him more aggressively, combining the breaking of statues with the desecration of the mysteries, as if both were part of the same conspiracy to change the government. The people moved to imprison everyone accused without distinction and without listening to their cases. They soon regretted, considering the seriousness of the charges, that they hadn’t brought Alcibiades to trial immediately and passed judgment against him. Any of his friends or acquaintances who fell into the people's hands during this frenzy were treated very harshly. Thucydides didn’t name the informers, but others mention Dioclides and Teucer. Among them is Phrynichus, the comic poet, in whom we find the following:—
“O dearest Hermes! only do take care,
And mind you do not miss your footing there;
Should you get hurt, occasion may arise
For a new Dioclides to tell lies.”
“O dearest Hermes! Please be careful,
And make sure you don’t lose your balance there;
If you get hurt, it might lead to a situation
For a new Dioclides to spread rumors.”
To which he makes Mercury return this answer:—
To which he has Mercury reply with this answer:—
“I will so, for I feel no inclination
To reward Teucer for more information.”
“I will, because I don’t feel like rewarding Teucer for more information.”
The truth is, his accusers alleged nothing that was certain or solid against him. One of them, being asked how he knew the men who defaced the images, replying, that he saw them by the light of the moon, made a palpable misstatement, for it was just new moon when the fact was committed. This made all men of understanding cry out upon the thing; but the people were as eager as ever to receive further accusations, nor was their first heat at all abated, but they instantly seized and imprisoned every one that was accused. Amongst those who were detained in prison for their trials was Andocides the orator, whose descent the historian Hellanicus deduces from Ulysses. He was always supposed to hate popular government, and to support oligarchy. The chief ground of his being suspected of defacing the images was because the great Mercury, which stood near his house, and was an ancient monument of the tribe Aegeis, was almost the only statue of all the remarkable ones, which remained entire. For this cause, it is now called the Mercury of Andocides, all men giving it that name, though the inscription is evidence to the contrary. It happened that Andocides, amongst the rest who were prisoners upon the same account, contracted particular acquaintance and intimacy with one Timaeus, a person inferior to him in repute, but of remarkable dexterity and boldness. He persuaded Andocides to accuse himself and some few others of this crime, urging to him that, upon his confession, he would be, by the decree of the people, secure of his pardon, whereas the event of judgment is uncertain to all men, but to great persons, such as he was, most formidable. So that it was better for him, if he regarded himself, to save his life by a falsity, than to suffer an infamous death, as really guilty of the crime. And if he had regard to the public good, it was commendable to sacrifice a few suspected men, by that means to rescue many excellent persons from the fury of the people. Andocides was prevailed upon, and accused himself and some others, and, by the terms of the decree, obtained his pardon, while all the persons named by him, except some few who had saved themselves by flight, suffered death. To gain the greater credit to his information, he accused his own servants amongst others. But notwithstanding this, the people’s anger was not wholly appeased; and being now no longer diverted by the mutilators, they were at leisure to pour out their whole rage upon Alcibiades. And, in conclusion, they sent the galley named the Salaminian, to recall him. But they expressly commanded those that were sent, to use no violence, nor seize upon his person, but address themselves to him in the mildest terms, requiring him to follow them to Athens in order to abide his trial, and clear himself before the people. For they feared mutiny and sedition in the army in an enemy’s country, which indeed it would have been easy for Alcibiades to effect, if he had wished it. For the soldiers were dispirited upon his departure, expecting for the future tedious delays, and that the war would be drawn out into a lazy length by Nicias, when Alcibiades, who was the spur to action, was taken away. For though Lamachus was a soldier, and a man of courage, poverty deprived him of authority and respect in the army. Alcibiades, just upon his departure, prevented Messena from falling into the hands of the Athenians. There were some in that city who were upon the point of delivering it up, but he, knowing the persons, gave information to some friends of the Syracusans, and so defeated the whole contrivance. When he arrived at Thurii, he went on shore, and, concealing himself there, escaped those who searched after him. But to one who knew him, and asked him if he durst not trust his own native country, he made answer, “In everything else, yes; but in a matter that touches my life, I would not even my own mother, lest she might by mistake throw in the black ball instead of the white.” When, afterwards, he was told that the assembly had pronounced judgment of death against him, all he said was, “I will make them feel that I am alive.”
The truth is, his accusers didn't present any solid evidence against him. When one of them was asked how he recognized the men who vandalized the statues, he claimed he saw them by moonlight, which was clearly a lie since it was a new moon when the incident happened. This made everyone with sense speak out against it; however, the public was still eager to hear more accusations, and their initial anger hadn't faded. They quickly arrested and imprisoned everyone who was accused. Among those in jail awaiting trial was Andocides the orator, whose ancestry the historian Hellanicus traces back to Ulysses. He was always thought to dislike democracy and favor oligarchy. The main reason he was suspected of vandalizing the statues was that the prominent Mercury statue near his house, an ancient monument of the Aegeis tribe, was one of the few that remained intact. For this reason, it became known as the Mercury of Andocides, a name everyone used despite the inscription proving otherwise. While in prison with others on the same charges, Andocides became close with Timaeus, someone of lower status but known for his cleverness and boldness. Timaeus convinced Andocides to confess to the crime, arguing that if he admitted guilt, he would receive a pardon from the people, while the outcome of a trial was uncertain and particularly dangerous for someone of his standing. So, it was better for him, if he valued his life, to save himself with a lie rather than face an infamous death as a guilty person. And if he considered the public good, it was commendable to sacrifice a few accused individuals to protect many others from the mob’s wrath. Andocides agreed and accused himself and a few others, securing his pardon through the decree while all those he named, except for a few who escaped, were executed. To gain more credibility, he included his own servants in the accusations. Nevertheless, the public's anger wasn't fully satisfied; with the mutilators no longer diverting attention, they redirected their fury towards Alcibiades. Eventually, they sent the ship called the Salaminian to summon him back. They specifically instructed those sent to avoid violence and treat him kindly, asking him to return to Athens for trial to defend himself before the people. They were worried about a potential mutiny in the army while in enemy territory, which Alcibiades could have easily instigated if he wanted. The soldiers were disheartened by his departure, anticipating long delays under Nicias' leadership, now that Alcibiades, their drive to action, was gone. While Lamachus was a soldier and brave, his poverty deprived him of authority and respect in the army. Just before leaving, Alcibiades prevented Messena from being handed over to the Athenians. Some in that city were close to betraying it, but knowing the individuals involved, he tipped off some of his friends in Syracuse, thwarting the whole plan. When he reached Thurii, he went ashore and hid, escaping those searching for him. To someone who recognized him and asked if he didn’t trust his own hometown, he replied, “In everything else, yes; but in a matter of my life, not even my own mother, for fear she might mistakenly cast the black ball instead of the white.” Later, when he learned that the assembly had sentenced him to death, all he said was, “I will make them feel that I am alive.”
The information against him was conceived in this form:—
The information against him was presented in this way:—
“Thessalus, the son of Cimon, of the township of Lacia, lays information that Alcibiades, the son of Clinias, of the township of the Scambonidae, has committed a crime against the goddesses Ceres and Proserpine, by representing in derision the holy mysteries, and showing them to his companions in his own house. Where, being habited in such robes as are used by the chief priest when he shows the holy things, he named himself the chief priest, Polytion the torch-bearer, and Theodorus, of the township of Phegaea, the herald; and saluted the rest of his company as Initiates and Novices. All which was done contrary to the laws and institutions of the Eumolpidae, and the heralds and priests of the temple at Eleusis.”
“Thessalus, son of Cimon from Lacia, reports that Alcibiades, son of Clinias from the Scambonidae area, has committed an offense against the goddesses Ceres and Proserpine by mocking the sacred mysteries and showing them to his friends at his home. There, dressed in the robes worn by the chief priest during the sacred ceremonies, he referred to himself as the chief priest, named Polytion as the torchbearer, and Theodorus, from Phegaea, as the herald; he also greeted the rest of his group as Initiates and Novices. All of this was done in violation of the laws and rules established by the Eumolpidae, as well as the heralds and priests of the temple at Eleusis.”
He was condemned as contumacious upon his not appearing, his property confiscated, and it was decreed that all the priests and priestesses should solemnly curse him. But one of them, Theano, the daughter of Menon, of the township of Agraule, is said to have opposed that part of the decree, saying that her holy office obliged her to make prayers, but not execrations.
He was declared guilty for not showing up, his belongings were seized, and it was ordered that all the priests and priestesses should formally curse him. However, one of them, Theano, the daughter of Menon from the township of Agraule, reportedly opposed that part of the order, stating that her sacred duty required her to make prayers, not curses.
Alcibiades, lying under these heavy decrees and sentences, when first he fled from Thurii, passed over into Peloponnesus and remained some time at Argos. But being there in fear of his enemies and seeing himself utterly hopeless of return to his native country, he sent to Sparta, desiring safe conduct, and assuring them that he would make them amends by his future services for all the mischief he had done them while he was their enemy. The Spartans giving him the security he desired, he went eagerly, was well received, and, at his very first coming, succeeded in inducing them, without any further caution or delay, to send aid to the Syracusans; and so roused and excited them, that they forthwith dispatched Gylippus into Sicily, to crush the forces which the Athenians had in Sicily. A second point was, to renew the war upon the Athenians at home. But the third thing, and the most important of all, was to make them fortify Decelea, which above everything reduced and wasted the resources of the Athenians.
Alcibiades, weighed down by these harsh decrees and judgments, fled from Thurii and crossed over to Peloponnesus, where he stayed for a while in Argos. However, feeling threatened by his enemies and realizing he had no hope of returning to his homeland, he sent a request to Sparta for safe passage, promising that he would make up for the damage he had caused them while he was their adversary. The Spartans granted him the security he sought, and he quickly went to them, where he was warmly welcomed. Right from his arrival, he managed to convince them, without any hesitation or delay, to send assistance to the Syracusans. He stirred them up so much that they immediately sent Gylippus to Sicily to defeat the Athenian forces there. A second objective was to reignite the war against the Athenians back home. But the most crucial action was to fortify Decelea, which significantly weakened and drained the Athenian resources.
The renown which he earned by these public services was equaled by the admiration he attracted to his private life; he captivated and won over everybody by his conformity to Spartan habits. People who saw him wearing his hair close cut, bathing in cold water, eating coarse meal, and dining on black broth, doubted, or rather could not believe, that he ever had a cook in his house, or had ever seen a perfumer, or had worn a mantle of Milesian purple. For he had, as it was observed, this peculiar talent and artifice for gaining men’s affections, that he could at once comply with and really embrace and enter into their habits and ways of life, and change faster than the chameleon. One color, indeed, they say the chameleon cannot assume; it cannot make itself appear white; but Alcibiades, whether with good men or with bad, could adapt himself to his company, and equally wear the appearance of virtue or vice. At Sparta, he was devoted to athletic exercises, was frugal and reserved; in Ionia, luxurious, gay, and indolent; in Thrace, always drinking; in Thessaly, ever on horseback; and when he lived with Tisaphernes, the Persian satrap, he exceeded the Persians themselves in magnificence and pomp. Not that his natural disposition changed so easily, nor that his real character was so very variable, but, whenever he was sensible that by pursuing his own inclinations he might give offense to those with whom he had occasion to converse, he transformed himself into any shape, and adopted any fashion, that he observed to be most agreeable to them. So that to have seen him at Lacedaemon, a man, judging by the outward appearance, would have said, “’Tis not Achilles’s son, but he himself, the very man” that Lycurgus designed to form; while his real feelings and acts would have rather provoked the exclamation, “’Tis the same woman still.” For while king Agis was absent, and abroad with the army, he corrupted his wife Timaea, and had a child born by her. Nor did she even deny it, but when she was brought to bed of a son, called him in public Leotychides, but, amongst her confidants and attendants, would whisper that his name was Alcibiades. To such a degree was she transported by her passion for him. He, on the other side, would say, in his vain way, he had not done this thing out of mere wantonness of insult, nor to gratify a passion, but that his race might one day be kings over the Lacedaemonians.
The fame he gained from his public service was matched by the admiration he drew from his private life; he charmed everyone with his adherence to Spartan customs. Those who saw him with his hair closely cropped, taking cold baths, eating simple meals, and dining on black broth could hardly believe he ever had a cook in his home, had seen a perfumer, or had worn a mantle of Milesian purple. He had, as noted, a unique talent for winning people over by fully engaging in their lifestyles and changing as quickly as a chameleon. They say the chameleon can't turn white; however, Alcibiades could fit in with both good and bad people, appearing to embody either virtue or vice. In Sparta, he was all about athletic pursuits, frugal and reserved; in Ionia, he was lavish, cheerful, and lazy; in Thrace, he was fond of drinking; in Thessaly, he was always on horseback; and during his time with Tisaphernes, the Persian satrap, he outshone the Persians in grandeur and opulence. His natural disposition didn’t change easily, nor was his true character so inconsistent, but whenever he sensed that following his own desires might upset those he interacted with, he would transform himself and adopt whatever style he noticed pleased them most. So, if you had seen him in Lacedaemon, you would have thought, “This is not Achilles’s son, but the very man that Lycurgus intended to create”; yet his true feelings and actions might have evoked the reaction, “It’s the same woman after all.” While King Agis was away with the army, he seduced his wife Timaea and fathered a child with her. She didn’t deny it; when she gave birth to a son, she publicly named him Leotychides, but among her close friends and attendants, she would quietly refer to him as Alcibiades, so deep was her passion for him. Conversely, he would boast, in his arrogant way, that he didn’t do it just out of spite or to satisfy a desire but so that his lineage might one day be kings of the Lacedaemonians.
There were many who told Agis that this was so, but time itself gave the greatest confirmation to the story. For Agis, alarmed by an earthquake, had quitted his wife, and, for ten months after, was never with her; Leotychides, therefore, being born after those ten months, he would not acknowledge him for his son; which was the reason that afterwards he was not admitted to the succession.
Many people told Agis that this was true, but time itself provided the strongest proof of the story. Agis, startled by an earthquake, had left his wife, and for ten months afterward, he was never with her. Since Leotychides was born after those ten months, Agis refused to recognize him as his son, which is why he was later excluded from the succession.
After the defeat which the Athenians received in Sicily, ambassadors were dispatched to Sparta at once from Chios and Lesbos and Cyzicus, to signify their purpose of revolting from the Athenians. The Boeotians interposed in favor of the Lesbians, and Pharnabazus of the Cyzicenes, but the Lacedaemonians, at the persuasion of Alcibiades, chose to assist Chios before all others. He himself, also, went instantly to sea, procured the immediate revolt of almost all Ionia, and, cooperating with the Lacedaemonian generals, did great mischief to the Athenians. But Agis was his enemy, hating him for having dishonored his wife, and also impatient of his glory, as almost every enterprise and every success was ascribed to Alcibiades. Others, also, of the most powerful and ambitious amongst the Spartans, were possessed with jealousy of him, and, at last, prevailed with the magistrates in the city to send orders into Ionia that he should be killed. Alcibiades, however, had secret intelligence of this, and, in apprehension of the result, while he communicated all affairs to the Lacedaemonians, yet took care not to put himself into their power. At last he retired to Tisaphernes, the king of Persia’s satrap, for his security, and immediately became the first and most influential person about him. For this barbarian, not being himself sincere, but a lover of guile and wickedness, admired his address and wonderful subtlety. And, indeed, the charm of daily intercourse with him was more than any character could resist or any disposition escape. Even those who feared and envied him could not but take delight, and have a sort of kindness for him, when they saw him and were in his company. So that Tisaphernes, otherwise a cruel character, and, above all other Persians, a hater of the Greeks, was yet so won by the flatteries of Alcibiades, that he set himself even to exceed him in responding to them. The most beautiful of his parks, containing salubrious streams and meadows, where he had built pavilions, and places of retirement royally and exquisitely adorned, received by his direction the name of Alcibiades, and was always so called and so spoken of.
After the Athenians were defeated in Sicily, ambassadors were quickly sent from Chios, Lesbos, and Cyzicus to Sparta to announce their intent to rebel against the Athenians. The Boeotians spoke in defense of the Lesbians, and Pharnabazus advocated for the Cyzicenes, but the Spartans, persuaded by Alcibiades, decided to support Chios above all else. Alcibiades himself promptly went to sea, helped trigger the revolt of nearly all of Ionia, and, working with the Spartan generals, caused significant damage to the Athenians. However, Agis was his enemy, resenting him for dishonoring his wife and growing jealous of his fame, as nearly every achievement was attributed to Alcibiades. Many of the powerful and ambitious Spartans were also envious of him and eventually succeeded in convincing the city leaders to issue orders for his assassination. Alcibiades, however, learned of this plot and, fearing the outcome, made sure to remain outside their control while keeping the Spartans informed of all developments. Ultimately, he sought refuge with Tisaphernes, the satrap of the Persian king, and quickly became his most important and influential advisor. This barbarian, who was himself insincere and fond of deceit and wickedness, admired Alcibiades' charm and remarkable cunning. Indeed, the appeal of being around him was irresistible, and even those who feared and envied him found themselves drawn to him and developed a kind of affection for him when they were in his presence. Consequently, Tisaphernes, typically a cruel figure and a hater of Greeks more than any other Persian, was so won over by Alcibiades' flattery that he aimed to outdo him in return. The most beautiful of his estates, featuring healthy streams and meadows, where he had constructed pavilions and elegantly adorned retreats, was renamed Alcibiades at his behest and was always referred to as such.
Thus Alcibiades, quitting the interests of the Spartans, whom he could no longer trust, because he stood in fear of Agis, endeavored to do them ill offices, and render them odious to Tisaphernes, who, by his means, was hindered from assisting them vigorously, and from finally ruining the Athenians. For his advice was to furnish them but sparingly with money, and so wear them out, and consume them insensibly; when they had wasted their strength upon one another, they would both become ready to submit to the king. Tisaphernes readily pursued his counsel, and so openly expressed the liking and admiration which he had for him, that Alcibiades was looked up to by the Greeks of both parties, and the Athenians, now in their misfortunes, repented them of their severe sentence against him. And he, on the other side, began to be troubled for them, and to fear lest, if that commonwealth were utterly destroyed, he should fall into the hands of the Lacedaemonians, his enemies.
So, Alcibiades, turning away from the Spartans whom he no longer trusted because he was afraid of Agis, tried to sabotage them and make them look bad to Tisaphernes. Because of his actions, Tisaphernes was prevented from helping them effectively, which kept them from completely defeating the Athenians. Alcibiades advised him to provide the Spartans with just enough money to exhaust them gradually, so that after they had worn each other down, they would be more willing to submit to the king. Tisaphernes eagerly followed his advice and openly showed his admiration for him, which made Alcibiades a figure of respect among Greeks from both sides. The Athenians, now facing their troubles, regretted their harsh treatment of him. On the other hand, Alcibiades began to worry about them, fearing that if the Athenian state were completely destroyed, he would end up at the mercy of the Lacedaemonians, his enemies.
At that time the whole strength of the Athenians was in Samos. Their fleet maintained itself here, and issued from these head-quarters to reduce such as had revolted, and protect the rest of their territories; in one way or other still contriving to be a match for their enemies at sea. What they stood in fear of, was Tisaphernes and the Phoenician fleet of one hundred and fifty galleys, which was said to be already under sail; if those came, there remained then no hopes for the commonwealth of Athens. Understanding this, Alcibiades sent secretly to the chief men of the Athenians, who were then at Samos, giving them hopes that he would make Tisaphernes their friend; he was willing, he implied, to do some favor, not to the people, nor in reliance upon them, but to the better citizens, if only, like brave men, they would make the attempt to put down the insolence of the people, and, by taking upon them the government, would endeavor to save the city from ruin. All of them gave a ready ear to the proposal made by Alcibiades, except only Phrynichus of the township of Dirades, one of the generals, who suspected, as the truth was, that Alcibiades concerned not himself whether the government were in the people or the better citizens, but only sought by any means to make way for his return into his native country, and to that end inveighed against the people, thereby to gain the others, and to insinuate himself into their good opinion. But when Phrynichus found his counsel to be rejected, and that he was himself become a declared enemy of Alcibiades, he gave secret intelligence to Astyochus, the enemy’s admiral, cautioning him to beware of Alcibiades, and to seize him as a double dealer, unaware that one traitor was making discoveries to another. For Astyochus, who was eager to gain the favor of Tisaphernes, observing the credit Alcibiades had with him, revealed to Alcibiades all that Phrynichus had said against him. Alcibiades at once dispatched messengers to Samos, to accuse Phrynichus of the treachery. Upon this, all the commanders were enraged with Phrynichus, and set themselves against him, and he, seeing no other way to extricate himself from the present danger, attempted to remedy one evil by a greater. He sent to Astyochus to reproach him for betraying him, and to make an offer to him at the same time, to deliver into his hands both the army and the navy of the Athenians. This occasioned no damage to the Athenians, because Astyochus repeated his treachery, and revealed also this proposal to Alcibiades. But this again was foreseen by Phrynichus, who, expecting a second accusation from Alcibiades, to anticipate him, advertised the Athenians beforehand that the enemy was ready to sail in order to surprise them, and therefore advised them to fortify their camp, and to be in a readiness to go aboard their ships. While the Athenians were intent upon doing these things, they received other letters from Alcibiades, admonishing them to beware of Phrynichus, as one who designed to betray their fleet to the enemy, to which they then gave no credit at all, conceiving that Alcibiades, who knew perfectly the counsels and preparations of the enemy, was merely making use of that knowledge, in order to impose upon them in this false accusation of Phrynichus. Yet, afterwards, when Phrynichus was stabbed with a dagger in the market-place by Hermon, one of the guard, the Athenians, entering into an examination of the cause, solemnly condemned Phrynichus of treason, and decreed crowns to Hermon and his associates. And now the friends of Alcibiades, carrying all before them at Samos, dispatched Pisander to Athens, to attempt a change of government, and to encourage the aristocratical citizens to take upon themselves the government, and overthrow the democracy, representing to them, that, upon these terms, Alcibiades would procure them the friendship and alliance of Tisaphernes.
At that time, all the strength of the Athenians was in Samos. Their fleet was based there and operated from these headquarters to subdue those who had rebelled and protect the rest of their territories; they were still managing to hold their own against their enemies at sea. Their main concern was Tisaphernes and the Phoenician fleet of one hundred and fifty ships, which was reportedly already sailing; if they arrived, there would be no hope left for Athens. Understanding this, Alcibiades secretly reached out to the leading Athenians at Samos, suggesting that he could win Tisaphernes over to their side. He indicated he was willing to help—not for the masses, nor relying on them, but for the better citizens, if they, like brave individuals, could try to curb the arrogance of the people and take on the government to save the city from destruction. All of them were receptive to Alcibiades' proposal, except for Phrynichus from the township of Dirades, one of the generals, who suspected—rightly—that Alcibiades didn't care whether the government was in the hands of the people or the better citizens. He was only looking for a way to return to his homeland and was criticizing the people to win over others and gain their favor. When Phrynichus realized his advice was ignored and that he had become an open enemy of Alcibiades, he secretly informed Astyochus, the enemy's admiral, warning him to be cautious of Alcibiades and to capture him as a traitor, not knowing that one traitor was revealing secrets to another. Astyochus, eager to win Tisaphernes' favor and noticing Alcibiades' influence with him, disclosed to Alcibiades everything Phrynichus had said against him. Alcibiades promptly sent messengers to Samos to accuse Phrynichus of treachery. This enraged all the commanders against Phrynichus, and seeing no other way to escape the current danger, he tried to remedy one problem with a bigger one. He sent a message to Astyochus, accusing him of betrayal and offering to deliver both the army and navy of the Athenians into his hands. This caused no harm to the Athenians since Astyochus repeated his betrayal and also shared this proposal with Alcibiades. However, Phrynichus foresaw this and, anticipating another accusation from Alcibiades, warned the Athenians in advance that the enemy was ready to set sail to surprise them, advising them to fortify their camp and prepare to board their ships. While the Athenians focused on these tasks, they received other letters from Alcibiades, warning them to be wary of Phrynichus, as someone who intended to betray their fleet to the enemy. They initially dismissed this, thinking Alcibiades, who was well aware of the enemy's plans, was merely trying to deceive them with false accusations against Phrynichus. However, later, when Phrynichus was stabbed in the marketplace by Hermon, one of the guards, the Athenians examined the situation, formally condemning Phrynichus for treason and awarding crowns to Hermon and his associates. Now, Alcibiades' supporters having the upper hand in Samos, sent Pisander to Athens to push for a change in government and encourage the aristocratic citizens to take control and overthrow the democracy, assuring them that on these terms, Alcibiades could secure them the friendship and alliance of Tisaphernes.
This was the color and pretense made use of by those who desired to change the government of Athens to an oligarchy. But as soon as they prevailed, and had got the administration of affairs into their hands, under the name of the Five Thousand (whereas, indeed, they were but four hundred), they slighted Alcibiades altogether, and prosecuted the war with less vigor; partly because they durst not yet trust the citizens, who secretly detested this change, and partly because they thought the Lacedaemonians, who always befriended the government of the few, would be inclined to give them favorable terms.
This was the tactic used by those who wanted to transform the government of Athens into an oligarchy. But as soon as they succeeded and took control of the situation, calling themselves the Five Thousand (when in reality, there were only about four hundred), they completely disregarded Alcibiades and carried on the war with less intensity; partly because they didn’t yet trust the citizens, who secretly opposed this shift, and partly because they believed the Lacedaemonians, who always supported the rule of the few, would offer them favorable terms.
The people in the city were terrified into submission, many of those who had dared openly to oppose the four hundred having been put to death. But those who were at Samos, indignant when they heard this news, were eager to set sail instantly for the Piraeus; and, sending for Alcibiades, they declared him general, requiring him to lead them on to put down the tyrants. He, however, in that juncture, did not, as it might have been thought a man would, on being suddenly exalted by the favor of a multitude, think himself under an obligation to gratify and submit to all the wishes of those who, from a fugitive and an exile, had created him general of so great an army, and given him the command of such a fleet. But, as became a great captain, he opposed himself to the precipitate resolutions which their rage led them to, and, by restraining them from the great error they were about to commit, unequivocally saved the commonwealth. For if they then had sailed to Athens, all Ionia and the islands and the Hellespont would have fallen into the enemies’ hands without opposition, while the Athenians, involved in civil war, would have been fighting with one another within the circuit of their own walls. It was Alcibiades alone, or, at least, principally, who prevented all this mischief; for he not only used persuasion to the whole army, and showed them the danger, but applied himself to them, one by one, entreating some, and constraining others. He was much assisted, however, by Thrasybulus of Stiria, who, having the loudest voice, as we are told of all the Athenians, went along with him, and cried out to those who were ready to be gone. A second great service which Alcibiades did for them was, his undertaking that the Phoenician fleet, which the Lacedaemonians expected to be sent to them by the king of Persia, should either come in aid of the Athenians, or otherwise should not come at all. He sailed off with all expedition in order to perform this, and the ships, which had already been seen as near as Aspendus, were not brought any further by Tisaphernes, who thus deceived the Lacedaemonians; and it was by both sides believed that they had been diverted by the procurement of Alcibiades. The Lacedaemonians, in particular, accused him, that he had advised the Barbarian to stand still, and suffer the Greeks to waste and destroy one another, as it was evident that the accession of so great a force to either party would enable them to take away the entire dominion of the sea from the other side.
The people in the city were scared into submission, with many of those who had dared to openly oppose the four hundred being killed. However, those at Samos, outraged when they heard this news, were eager to set sail immediately for the Piraeus. They called for Alcibiades and declared him general, asking him to lead them to take down the tyrants. In that moment, instead of acting as one might expect someone suddenly favored by a crowd to do—believing he had to fulfill the demands of those who had made him general from being a fugitive and an exile—he acted like a true leader. He resisted the rash decisions driven by their anger and saved the republic by stopping them from making a huge mistake. If they had sailed to Athens then, all of Ionia, the islands, and the Hellespont would have fallen into enemy hands without resistance, while the Athenians would have been caught up in a civil war, fighting among themselves within their own walls. It was mainly Alcibiades who prevented this disaster; he not only persuaded the entire army and highlighted the danger they faced, but he also spoke to individuals, begging some and urging others. He was greatly helped by Thrasybulus of Stiria, who had the loudest voice among all the Athenians and went with him, shouting at those who were ready to leave. A second significant thing Alcibiades did was promise that the Phoenician fleet, which the Lacedaemonians expected to be sent by the Persian king, would either come to aid the Athenians or not come at all. He set off swiftly to make this happen, and the ships, which had already been seen close to Aspendus, were not advanced any further by Tisaphernes, who thereby misled the Lacedaemonians. Both sides believed that Alcibiades had influenced this outcome. The Lacedaemonians particularly accused him of advising the Persians to hold back and let the Greeks weaken each other, as it was clear that a large force joining either side would allow them to take complete control of the sea from the other.
Soon after this, the four hundred usurpers were driven out, the friends of Alcibiades vigorously assisting those who were for the popular government. And now the people in the city not only desired, but commanded Alcibiades to return home from his exile. He, however, desired not to owe his return to the mere grace and commiseration of the people, and resolved to come back, not with empty hands, but with glory, and after some service done. To this end, he sailed from Samos with a few ships, and cruised on the sea of Cnidos, and about the isle of Cos; but receiving intelligence there that Mindarus, the Spartan admiral, had sailed with his whole army into the Hellespont, and that the Athenians had followed him, he hurried back to succor the Athenian commanders, and, by good fortune, arrived with eighteen galleys at a critical time. For both the fleets having engaged near Abydos, the fight between them had lasted till night, the one side having the advantage on one quarter, and the other on another. Upon his first appearance, both sides formed a false impression; the enemy was encouraged, and the Athenians terrified. But Alcibiades suddenly raised the Athenian ensign in the admiral ship, and fell upon those galleys of the Peloponnesians which had the advantage and were in pursuit. He soon put these to flight, and followed them so close that he forced them on shore, and broke the ships in pieces, the sailors abandoning them and swimming away, in spite of all the efforts of Pharnabazus, who had come down to their assistance by land, and did what he could to protect them from the shore. In fine, the Athenians, having taken thirty of the enemy’s ships, and recovered all their own, erected a trophy. After the gaining of so glorious a victory, his vanity made him eager to show himself to Tisaphernes, and, having furnished himself with gifts and presents, and an equipage suitable to his dignity, he set out to visit him. But the thing did not succeed as he had imagined, for Tisaphernes had been long suspected by the Lacedaemonians, and was afraid to fall into disgrace with his king, upon that account, and therefore thought that Alcibiades arrived very opportunely, and immediately caused him to be seized, and sent away prisoner to Sardis; fancying, by this act of injustice, to clear himself from all former imputations.
Soon after this, the four hundred usurpers were driven out, with Alcibiades’ supporters actively helping those who favored the democratic government. Now, the people in the city not only wanted but demanded that Alcibiades return home from his exile. However, he didn’t want to return simply because the people showed him kindness and sympathy. He decided to come back with achievements and glory. To this end, he sailed from Samos with a few ships and cruised around the sea near Cnidos and the island of Cos. While there, he learned that Mindarus, the Spartan admiral, had sailed with his entire fleet into the Hellespont, and that the Athenians had followed him. He rushed back to assist the Athenian commanders and, by good fortune, arrived with eighteen galleys at a critical moment. The two fleets had already engaged near Abydos, and the battle had continued into the night, with each side gaining advantages in different ways. When Alcibiades first appeared, both sides misjudged the situation; the enemy grew more confident, while the Athenians were frightened. But Alcibiades quickly raised the Athenian flag on the flagship and charged at the Peloponnesian galleys, which were at an advantage and pursuing the Athenian ships. He soon routed them and pursued them so closely that he forced them ashore, destroying their ships in the process. The sailors abandoned their vessels, swimming to safety despite the efforts of Pharnabazus, who had come down to assist them from land and tried to protect them. In the end, the Athenians captured thirty enemy ships and recovered all their own, setting up a trophy to celebrate their victory. After achieving such a glorious win, Alcibiades was eager to present himself to Tisaphernes. He equipped himself with gifts and an appropriate retinue for the occasion and set off to visit him. However, things didn’t go as planned. Tisaphernes had long been suspected by the Lacedaemonians and was afraid of falling out of favor with his king, so he saw Alcibiades’ arrival as a convenient opportunity. He immediately had Alcibiades seized and sent off as a prisoner to Sardis, thinking that by this unjust act, he could clear himself of past suspicions.
But about thirty days after, Alcibiades escaped from his keepers, and, having got a horse, fled to Clazomenae, where he procured Tisaphernes’ additional disgrace by professing he was a party to his escape. From there he sailed to the Athenian camp, and, being informed there that Mindarus and Pharnabazus were together at Cyzicus, he made a speech to the soldiers, telling them that sea-fighting, land-fighting, and, by the gods, fighting against fortified cities too, must be all one for them, as, unless they conquered everywhere, there was no money for them. As soon as ever he got them on shipboard, he hasted to Proconnesus, and gave command to seize all the small vessels they met, and guard them safely in the interior of the fleet, that the enemy might have no notice of his coming; and a great storm of rain, accompanied with thunder and darkness, which happened at the same time, contributed much to the concealment of his enterprise. Indeed, it was not only undiscovered by the enemy, but the Athenians themselves were ignorant of it, for he commanded them suddenly on board, and set sail when they had abandoned all intention of it. As the darkness presently passed away, the Peloponnesian fleet were seen riding out at sea in front of the harbor of Cyzicus. Fearing, if they discovered the number of his ships, they might endeavor to save themselves by land, he commanded the rest of the captains to slacken, and follow him slowly, whilst he, advancing with forty ships, showed himself to the enemy, and provoked them to fight. The enemy, being deceived as to their numbers; despised them, and, supposing they were to contend with those only, made themselves ready and began the fight. But as soon as they were engaged, they perceived the other part of the fleet coming down upon them, at which they were so terrified that they fled immediately. Upon that, Alcibiades, breaking through the midst of them with twenty of his best ships, hastened to the shore, disembarked, and pursued those who abandoned their ships and fled to land, and made a great slaughter of them. Mindarus and Pharnabazus, coming to their succor, were utterly defeated. Mindarus was slain upon the place, fighting valiantly; Pharnabazus saved himself by flight. The Athenians slew great numbers of their enemies, won much spoil, and took all their ships. They also made themselves masters of Cyzicus, which was deserted by Pharnabazus, and destroyed its Peloponnesian garrison, and thereby not only secured to themselves the Hellespont, but by force drove the Lacedaemonians from out of all the rest of the sea. They intercepted some letters written to the ephors, which gave an account of this fatal overthrow, after their short laconic manner. “Our hopes are at an end. Mindarus is slain. The men starve. We know not what to do.”
About thirty days later, Alcibiades broke free from his captors, got a horse, and fled to Clazomenae, where he further embarrassed Tisaphernes by claiming he was involved in his escape. From there, he sailed to the Athenian camp and learned that Mindarus and Pharnabazus were together at Cyzicus. He addressed the soldiers, telling them they needed to fight at sea, on land, and even against fortified cities, emphasizing that if they didn't win everywhere, they wouldn’t get paid. Once he got them on board, he rushed to Proconnesus and ordered them to seize all the small boats they encountered, securing them within the fleet to keep the enemy unaware of his approach. A heavy rainstorm with thunder and darkness helped disguise his plans. Not only was the enemy unaware, but even the Athenians were caught off guard as he commanded them to board and set sail when they had given up on that idea. As the darkness lifted, the Peloponnesian fleet was spotted at sea near the harbor of Cyzicus. Worried they might flee to land if they realized how many ships he had, he instructed the other captains to ease up and follow him slowly, while he advanced with forty ships to confront the enemy and provoke a battle. The enemy, misled about their numbers, underestimated them, believing they were only facing those ships, so they prepared and engaged in the fight. But once the battle started, they noticed the rest of the fleet coming towards them, and they panicked, fleeing immediately. Alcibiades charged through the midst of them with twenty of his best ships, rushed to the shore, disembarked, and chased down those who left their ships to escape, causing a significant slaughter. Mindarus and Pharnabazus, attempting to help, were completely defeated. Mindarus was killed on the spot while fighting bravely, while Pharnabazus managed to escape. The Athenians killed many of their enemies, seized a lot of loot, and captured all their ships. They also took control of Cyzicus, which Pharnabazus had abandoned, and wiped out its Peloponnesian garrison, thereby securing the Hellespont and driving the Lacedaemonians from the rest of the sea. They intercepted some letters written to the ephors, summarizing this devastating defeat in their typical terse style: “Our hopes are at an end. Mindarus is slain. The men starve. We know not what to do.”
The soldiers who followed Alcibiades in this last fight were so exalted with their success, and felt that degree of pride, that, looking on themselves as invincible, they disdained to mix with the other soldiers, who had been often overcome. For it happened not long before, Thrasyllus had received a defeat near Ephesus, and, upon that occasion, the Ephesians erected their brazen trophy to the disgrace of the Athenians. The soldiers of Alcibiades reproached those who were under the command of Thrasyllus with this misfortune, at the same time magnifying themselves and their own commander, and it went so far that they would not exercise with them, nor lodge in the same quarters. But soon after, Pharnabazus, with a great force of horse and foot, falling upon the soldiers of Thrasyllus, as they were laying waste the territory of Abydos, Alcibiades came to their aid, routed Pharnabazus, and, together with Thrasyllus, pursued him till it was night; and in this action the troops united, and returned together to the camp, rejoicing and congratulating one another. The next day he erected a trophy, and then proceeded to lay waste with fire and sword the whole province which was under Pharnabazus, where none ventured to resist; and he took divers priests and priestesses, but released them without ransom. He prepared next to attack the Chalcedonians, who had revolted from the Athenians, and had received a Lacedaemonian governor and garrison. But having intelligence that they had removed their corn and cattle out of the fields, and were conveying it all to the Bithynians, who were their friends, he drew down his army to the frontier of the Bithynians, and then sent a herald to charge them with this proceeding. The Bithynians, terrified at his approach, delivered up to him the booty, and entered into alliance with him.
The soldiers who followed Alcibiades in this last battle were so pumped up by their victory and filled with pride that they considered themselves unbeatable. They looked down on the other soldiers, who had frequently been defeated. Not long before, Thrasyllus had faced a loss near Ephesus, and as a result, the Ephesians built a bronze trophy to embarrass the Athenians. Alcibiades's soldiers mocked those under Thrasyllus’s command for this defeat, inflating their own achievements and those of their leader, to the point that they refused to train or stay in the same quarters with them. Shortly after, Pharnabazus attacked Thrasyllus’s soldiers as they were plundering the land around Abydos. Alcibiades came to help, defeated Pharnabazus, and, along with Thrasyllus, chased him down until nightfall. In this battle, the troops united and returned to camp together, celebrating and congratulating each other. The next day, Alcibiades set up a trophy and then proceeded to ravage the entire territory controlled by Pharnabazus, where no one dared to fight back. He captured several priests and priestesses but released them without asking for ransom. Next, he prepared to attack the Chalcedonians, who had rebelled against the Athenians and had received a Spartan governor and garrison. However, upon learning that they had moved their grain and livestock from the fields and were sending everything to their friends, the Bithynians, he brought his army to the border of Bithynia and sent a herald to accuse them of this move. The Bithynians, frightened by his approach, handed over the loot and formed an alliance with him.
Afterwards he proceeded to the siege of Chalcedon, and enclosed it with a wall from sea to sea. Pharnabazus advanced with his forces to raise the siege, and Hippocrates, the governor of the town, at the same time, gathering together all the strength he had, made a sally upon the Athenians. Alcibiades divided his army so as to engage them both at once, and not only forced Pharnabazus to a dishonorable flight, but defeated Hippocrates, and killed him and a number of the soldiers with him. After this he sailed into the Hellespont, in order to raise supplies of money, and took the city of Selymbria, in which action, through his precipitation, he exposed himself to great danger. For some within the town had undertaken to betray it into his hands, and, by agreement, were to give him a signal by a lighted torch about midnight. But one of the conspirators beginning to repent himself of the design, the rest, for fear of being discovered, were driven to give the signal before the appointed hour. Alcibiades, as soon as he saw the torch lifted up in the air, though his army was not in readiness to march, ran instantly towards the walls, taking with him about thirty men only, and commanding the rest of the army to follow him with all possible speed. When he came thither, he found the gate opened for him, and entered with his thirty men, and about twenty more light-armed men, who were come up to them. They were no sooner in the city, but he perceived the Selymbrians all armed, coming down upon him; so that there was no hope of escaping if he stayed to receive them; and, on the other hand, having been always successful till that day, wherever he commanded, he could not endure to be defeated and fly. So, requiring silence by sound of a trumpet, he commanded one of his men to make proclamation that the Selymbrians should not take arms against the Athenians. This cooled such of the inhabitants as were fiercest for the fight, for they supposed that all their enemies were within the walls, and it raised the hopes of others who were disposed to an accommodation. Whilst they were parleying, and propositions making on one side and the other, Alcibiades’s whole army came up to the town. And now, conjecturing rightly, that the Selymbrians were well inclined to peace, and fearing lest the city might be sacked by the Thracians, who came in great numbers to his army to serve as volunteers, out of kindness for him, he commanded them all to retreat without the walls. And upon the submission of the Selymbrians, he saved them from being pillaged, only taking of them a sum of money, and, after placing an Athenian garrison in the town, departed.
After that, he moved to lay siege to Chalcedon, surrounding it with a wall from one sea to the other. Pharnabazus came with his troops to lift the siege, while Hippocrates, the governor of the town, gathered all his forces and launched an attack on the Athenians. Alcibiades split his army to confront both at the same time, forcing Pharnabazus to flee in disgrace and defeating Hippocrates, killing him and several of his soldiers. Afterward, he sailed to the Hellespont to gather funds and captured the city of Selymbria. In this action, he put himself in significant danger due to his haste. Some inside the town had conspired to betray it, agreeing to signal him with a lighted torch at midnight. However, one of the conspirators had second thoughts, causing the others to signal earlier out of fear of being caught. As soon as Alcibiades saw the torch raised, he ran toward the walls with only about thirty men, instructing the rest of his army to follow as quickly as possible. Upon arrival, he found the gate open and entered with his thirty men and about twenty more lightly armed soldiers who had joined them. No sooner had they entered the city than he saw the Selymbrians, fully armed, charging towards them. There was no chance of escape if he waited to confront them, but after being victorious in every battle until that day, he couldn’t bear the thought of defeat or retreat. So, he called for silence with a trumpet and ordered one of his men to announce that the Selymbrians should not attack the Athenians. This calmed those among the residents who were eager for battle, as they assumed all their enemies were now inside the walls, and it raised the hopes of others who wanted to negotiate. While they were discussing terms, Alcibiades's entire army arrived at the town. Realizing that the Selymbrians were inclined toward peace and worried that the Thracians, who were coming in large numbers to join his army out of goodwill, might sack the city, he ordered all of them to retreat outside the walls. When the Selymbrians surrendered, he saved them from being looted, demanding only a sum of money and then leaving after placing an Athenian garrison in the town.
During this action, the Athenian captains who besieged Chalcedon concluded a treaty with Pharnabazus upon these articles: that he should give them a sum of money; that the Chalcedonians should return to the subjection of Athens; and that the Athenians should make no inroad into the province whereof Pharnabazus was governor; and Pharnabazus was also to provide safe conducts for the Athenian ambassadors to the king of Persia. Afterwards, when Alcibiades returned thither, Pharnabazus required that he also should be sworn to the treaty; but he refused it, unless Pharnabazus would swear at the same time. When the treaty was sworn to on both sides Alcibiades went against the Byzantines, who had revolted from the Athenians, and drew a line of circumvallation about the city. But Anaxilaus and Lycurgus, together with some others, having undertaken to betray the city to him upon his engagement to preserve the lives and property of the inhabitants, he caused a report to be spread abroad, as if, by reason of some unexpected movement in Ionia, he should be obliged to raise the siege. And, accordingly, that day he made a show to depart with his whole fleet; but returned the same night, and went ashore with all his men at arms, and, silently and undiscovered, marched up to the walls. At the same time, his ships rowed into the harbor with all possible violence, coming on with much fury, and with great shouts and outcries. The Byzantines, thus surprised and astonished, while they all hurried to the defense of their port and shipping, gave opportunity to those who favored the Athenians, securely to receive Alcibiades into the city. Yet the enterprise was not accomplished without fighting, for the Peloponnesians, Boeotians, and Megarians not only repulsed those who came out of the ships, and forced them on board again, but, hearing that the Athenians were entered on the other side, drew up in order, and went to meet them. Alcibiades, however, gained the victory after some sharp fighting, in which he himself had the command of the right wing, and Theramenes of the left, and took about three hundred, who survived of the enemy, prisoners of war. After the battle, not one of the Byzantines was slain, or driven out of the city, according to the terms upon which the city was put into his hands, that they should receive no prejudice in life or property. And thus Anaxilaus, being afterwards accused at Lacedaemon for this treason, neither disowned nor professed to be ashamed of the action; for he urged that he was not a Lacedaemonian, but a Byzantine and saw not Sparta, but Byzantium, in extreme danger; the city so blockaded that it was not possible to bring in any new provisions, and the Peloponnesians and Boeotians, who were in garrison, devouring the old stores, whilst the Byzantines, with their wives and children, were starving; that he had not, therefore, betrayed his country to enemies, but had delivered it from the calamities of war, and had but followed the example of the most worthy Lacedaemonians, who esteemed nothing to be honorable and just, but what was profitable for their country. The Lacedaemonians, upon hearing his defense, respected it, and discharged all that were accused.
During this conflict, the Athenian captains besieging Chalcedon struck a deal with Pharnabazus based on these terms: he would give them a sum of money; the Chalcedonians would return to Athenian control; the Athenians would not invade the province overseen by Pharnabazus; and he would also ensure safe passage for Athenian ambassadors to the king of Persia. Later, when Alcibiades returned, Pharnabazus insisted that he also take an oath to the treaty, but Alcibiades refused unless Pharnabazus swore too. Once both sides had sworn to the terms, Alcibiades moved against the Byzantines, who had rebelled against Athens, and established a line of encirclement around the city. However, Anaxilaus and Lycurgus, along with a few others, agreed to betray the city to him in exchange for sparing the lives and property of its citizens. Alcibiades spread word that he might have to lift the siege due to unexpected events in Ionia. Consequently, that day, he pretended to leave with his entire fleet but returned that same night, landing all his troops on shore and stealthily advancing towards the walls. Meanwhile, his ships stormed the harbor with great force and loud shouts. The Byzantines, shocked and alarmed, rushed to defend their port and ships, allowing Alcibiades' supporters to sneak him into the city. However, the mission wasn’t without resistance; the Peloponnesians, Boeotians, and Megarians not only pushed back the troops coming out of the ships but also, upon hearing that the Athenians had entered from another side, organized their ranks and went to confront them. Nonetheless, Alcibiades achieved victory after fierce fighting, leading the right wing while Theramenes commanded the left, capturing about three hundred enemy soldiers alive. After the battle, not a single Byzantine was killed or expelled from the city, in line with the agreement that there would be no harm to their lives or property. Later, Anaxilaus was charged with treason in Lacedaemon but neither denied nor showed any shame for his actions. He argued that he was not a Spartan but a Byzantine, and had seen Byzantium in grave danger; the city was under siege, unable to receive new supplies, while the Peloponnesians and Boeotians consumed the remaining resources, leaving the Byzantines and their families starving. Thus, he claimed he hadn’t betrayed his homeland to enemies but had rescued it from the ravages of war, and he merely followed the example of honorable Spartans, who valued as just and honorable only what benefited their homeland. The Lacedaemonians, hearing his defense, respected it and cleared all the charges against him.
And now Alcibiades began to desire to see his native country again, or rather to show his fellow-citizens a person who had gained so many victories for them. He set sail for Athens, the ships that accompanied him being adorned with great numbers of shields and other spoils, and towing after them many galleys taken from the enemy, and the ensigns and ornaments of many others which he had sunk and destroyed; all of them together amounting to two hundred. Little credit, perhaps, can be given to what Duris the Samian, who professed to be descended from Alcibiades, adds, that Chrysogonus, who had gained a victory at the Pythian games, played upon his flute for the galleys, whilst the oars kept time with the music; and that Callippides, the tragedian, attired in his buskins, his purple robes, and other ornaments used in the theater, gave the word to the rowers, and that the admiral galley entered into the port with a purple sail. Neither Theopompus, nor Ephorus, nor Xenophon, mention them. Nor, indeed, is it credible, that one who returned from so long an exile, and such variety of misfortunes, should come home to his countrymen in the style of revelers breaking up from a drinking-party. On the contrary, he entered the harbor full of fear, nor would he venture to go on shore, till, standing on the deck, he saw Euryptolemus, his cousin, and others of his friends and acquaintance, who were ready to receive him, and invited him to land. As soon as he was landed, the multitude who came out to meet him scarcely seemed so much as to see any of the other captains, but came in throngs about Alcibiades, and saluted him with loud acclamations, and still followed him; those who could press near him crowned him with garlands, and they who could not come up so close yet stayed to behold him afar off, and the old men pointed him out, and showed him to the young ones. Nevertheless, this public joy was mixed with some tears, and the present happiness was allayed by the remembrance of the miseries they had endured. They made reflections, that they could not have so unfortunately miscarried in Sicily, or been defeated in any of their other expectations, if they had left the management of their affairs formerly, and the command of their forces, to Alcibiades, since, upon his undertaking the administration, when they were in a manner driven from the sea, and could scarce defend the suburbs of their city by land, and, at the same time, were miserably distracted with intestine factions, he had raised them up from this low and deplorable condition, and had not only restored them to their ancient dominion of the sea, but had also made them everywhere victorious over their enemies on land.
And now Alcibiades started to want to see his homeland again, or rather to show his fellow citizens someone who had achieved so many victories for them. He set sail for Athens, with ships decorated with numerous shields and other spoils, towing many galleys captured from the enemy, along with the flags and decorations of many others he had sunk and destroyed; all of it totaled two hundred. It may be hard to believe what Duris the Samian, who claimed to be a descendant of Alcibiades, adds, that Chrysogonus, who won a victory at the Pythian games, played his flute for the galleys while the oars matched the music; and that Callippides, the tragedian, dressed in his theatrical boots, purple robes, and other stage ornaments, called out to the rowers, and that the flagship entered the harbor with a purple sail. Neither Theopompus, nor Ephorus, nor Xenophon mention these details. In fact, it's unlikely that someone returning from such a long exile and a series of misfortunes would come home like revelers leaving a party. On the contrary, he approached the harbor filled with fear, and he wouldn't set foot on land until, standing on the deck, he saw Euryptolemus, his cousin, and other friends who were there to welcome him and encouraged him to disembark. As soon as he landed, the crowd that had come out to greet him hardly seemed to notice the other commanders; instead, they flocked around Alcibiades, cheering him loudly and continuing to follow him. Those who could get close to him crowned him with garlands, while those who couldn't get nearer remained to watch him from a distance, and the older men pointed him out to the younger ones. Nevertheless, this public joy was mixed with some tears, and the current happiness was tempered by the memory of their past suffering. They reflected that they might not have faced such disastrous failures in Sicily or been defeated in any other expectations if they had entrusted the management of their affairs and the command of their forces to Alcibiades, since when he took over the administration, while they were essentially chased from the sea, barely able to defend the outskirts of their city on land, and at the same time deeply troubled by internal divisions, he had lifted them from this low and dire state, restoring not only their ancient dominance at sea but also making them victorious over their enemies on land everywhere.
There had been a decree for recalling him from his banishment already passed by the people, at the instance of Critias, the son of Callaeschrus, as appears by his elegies, in which he puts Alcibiades in mind of this service:—
There had already been a decree from the people to recall him from his exile, initiated by Critias, the son of Callaeschrus, as shown in his elegies, where he reminds Alcibiades of this favor:—
From my proposal did that edict come,
Which from your tedious exile brought you home;
The public vote at first was moved by me,
And my voice put the seal to the decree.
From my proposal came that decision,
Which brought you home from your long exile;
The public vote was initially inspired by me,
And my voice confirmed the decree.
The people being summoned to an assembly, Alcibiades came in amongst them, and first bewailed and lamented his own sufferings, and, in gentle terms complaining of the usage he had received, imputed all to his hard fortune, and some ill genius that attended him: then he spoke at large of their prospects, and exhorted them to courage and good hope. The people crowned him with crowns of gold, and created him general, both at land and sea, with absolute power. They also made a decree that his estate should be restored to him, and that the Eumolpidae and the holy heralds should absolve him from the curses which they had solemnly pronounced against him by sentence of the people. Which when all the rest obeyed, Theodorus, the high-priest, excused himself, “For,” said he, “if he is innocent, I never cursed him.”
The people gathered for a meeting, and Alcibiades joined them. He first expressed his sorrow about his own sufferings and gently complained about how he had been treated, blaming it all on his bad luck and some negative force following him. Then he talked at length about their future and encouraged them to have courage and hope. The crowd crowned him with gold crowns and appointed him general for both land and sea, giving him complete authority. They also passed a decree to restore his property and ordered the Eumolpidae and the holy heralds to lift the curses they had formally declared against him by the people's verdict. When everyone else complied, Theodorus, the high priest, said he couldn't agree: "If he’s innocent, then I never cursed him."
But notwithstanding the affairs of Alcibiades went so prosperously, and so much to his glory, yet many were still somewhat disturbed, and looked upon the time of his arrival to be ominous. For on the day that he came into the port, the feast of the goddess Minerva, which they call the Plynteria, was kept. It is the twenty-fifth day of Thargelion, when the Praxiergidae solemnize their secret rites, taking all the ornaments from off her image, and keeping the part of the temple where it stands close covered. Hence the Athenians esteem this day most inauspicious and never undertake any thing of importance upon it; and, therefore, they imagined that the goddess did not receive Alcibiades graciously and propitiously, thus hiding her face and rejecting him. Yet, notwithstanding, everything succeeded according to his wish. When the one hundred galleys, that were to return with him, were fitted out and ready to sail, an honorable zeal detained him till the celebration of the mysteries was over. For ever since Decelea had been occupied, as the enemy commanded the roads leading from Athens to Eleusis, the procession, being conducted by sea, had not been performed with any proper solemnity; they were forced to omit the sacrifices and dances and other holy ceremonies, which had usually been performed in the way, when they led forth Iacchus. Alcibiades, therefore, judged it would be a glorious action, which would do honor to the gods and gain him esteem with men, if he restored the ancient splendor to these rites, escorting the procession again by land, and protecting it with his army in the face of the enemy. For either, if Agis stood still and did not oppose, it would very much diminish and obscure his reputation, or, in the other alternative, Alcibiades would engage in a holy war, in the cause of the gods, and in defense of the most sacred and solemn ceremonies; and this in the sight of his country, where he should have all his fellow- citizens witnesses of his valor. As soon as he had resolved upon this design, and had communicated it to the Eumolpidae and heralds, he placed sentinels on the tops of the hills, and at the break of day sent forth his scouts. And then taking with him the priests and Initiates and the Initiators, and encompassing them with his soldiers, he conducted them with great order and profound silence; an august and venerable procession, wherein all who did not envy him said, he performed at once the office of a high-priest and of a general. The enemy did not dare to attempt any thing against them, and thus he brought them back in safety to the city. Upon which, as he was exalted in his own thought, so the opinion which the people had of his conduct was raised to that degree, that they looked upon their armies as irresistible and invincible while he commanded them; and he so won, indeed, upon the lower and meaner sort of people, that they passionately desired to have him “tyrant” over them, and some of them did not scruple to tell him so, and to advise him to put himself out of the reach of envy, by abolishing the laws and ordinances of the people, and suppressing the idle talkers that were ruining the state, that so he might act and take upon him the management of affairs, without standing in fear of being called to an account.
But even though Alcibiades’ affairs were going incredibly well and bringing him a lot of glory, many people were still a bit uneasy and viewed his arrival as a bad sign. For on the day he came into port, they were celebrating the feast of the goddess Minerva, known as the Plynteria. This falls on the twenty-fifth day of Thargelion, when the Praxiergidae hold their secret rites, removing all decorations from her statue and keeping that part of the temple covered. Because of this, the Athenians see this day as very unlucky and never undertake anything important on it; thus, they believed that the goddess did not welcome Alcibiades kindly, hiding her face and rejecting him. Still, everything went as he wished. When the hundred galleys, ready to set sail with him, were prepared, he was held back by a sense of duty until the mysteries were completed. Since Decelea had been occupied and the enemy controlled the routes from Athens to Eleusis, the procession had not been carried out properly by sea; they had to skip the sacrifices, dances, and other sacred rituals that usually took place when they brought forth Iacchus. Alcibiades thought it would be a noble act that honored the gods and earned him respect from others if he restored the ancient glory of these rites, leading the procession on land and protecting it with his army against the enemy. For if Agis did not resist, Alcibiades’ reputation would diminish, or if he had to fight, he would be engaging in a holy battle for the gods, defending the most sacred ceremonies, all witnessed by his fellow citizens. Once he decided on this plan and shared it with the Eumolpidae and heralds, he positioned sentinels on the hills and sent out scouts at daybreak. Taking the priests, Initiates, and Initiators with him, he surrounded them with his soldiers and led them in an orderly, silent procession; it was a grand and dignified display, and everyone not envious of him said he was fulfilling the roles of both high priest and general at once. The enemy didn’t dare to challenge them, and he safely returned them to the city. This accomplishment made him feel elevated, and the public’s opinion of his leadership soared, leading them to view their armies as unstoppable while he was in charge. He even managed to win over the common people to the point where they passionately wished for him to be their “tyrant,” with some openly telling him so and advising him to free himself from envy by abolishing the laws and regulations of the people, suppressing the gossipers that were damaging the state, so he could act and manage affairs without fear of being held accountable.
How far his own inclinations led him to usurp sovereign power, is uncertain, but the most considerable persons in the city were so much afraid of it, that they hastened him on ship-board as speedily as they could, appointing the colleagues whom he chose, and allowing him all other things as he desired. Thereupon he set sail with a fleet of one hundred ships, and, arriving at Andros, he there fought with and defeated as well the inhabitants as the Lacedaemonians who assisted them. He did not, however, take the city; which gave the first occasion to his enemies for all their accusations against him. Certainly, if ever man was ruined by his own glory, it was Alcibiades. For his continual success had produced such an idea of his courage and conduct, that, if he failed in anything he undertook, it was imputed to his neglect, and no one would believe it was through want of power. For they thought nothing was too hard for him, if he went about it in good earnest. They fancied, every day, that they should hear news of the reduction of Chios, and of the rest of Ionia, and grew impatient that things were not effected as fast and as rapidly as they could wish for them. They never considered how extremely money was wanting, and that, having to carry on war with an enemy who had supplies of all things from a great king, he was often forced to quit his armament, in order to procure money and provisions for the subsistence of his soldiers. This it was which gave occasion for the last accusation which was made against him. For Lysander, being sent from Lacedaemon with a commission to be admiral of their fleet, and being furnished by Cyrus with a great sum of money, gave every sailor four obols a day, whereas before they had but three. Alcibiades could hardly allow his men three obols, and therefore was constrained to go into Caria to furnish himself with money. He left the care of the fleet, in his absence, to Antiochus, an experienced seaman, but rash and inconsiderate, who had express orders from Alcibiades not to engage, though the enemy provoked him. But he slighted and disregarded these directions to that degree, that, having made ready his own galley and another, he stood for Ephesus, where the enemy lay, and, as he sailed before the heads of their galleys, used every provocation possible, both in words and deeds. Lysander at first manned out a few ships, and pursued him. But all the Athenian ships coming in to his assistance, Lysander, also, brought up his whole fleet, which gained an entire victory. He slew Antiochus himself, took many men and ships, and erected a trophy.
How far his own desires pushed him to take over power is unclear, but the most influential people in the city were so afraid of it that they quickly got him on a ship, letting him choose his colleagues and giving him everything else he wanted. He then set sail with a fleet of one hundred ships and, upon arriving in Andros, he fought against and defeated both the locals and the Lacedaemonians who were assisting them. However, he did not capture the city, which gave his enemies the first opportunity to accuse him. If anyone was ever brought down by their own greatness, it was Alcibiades. His consistent success created such a reputation for his bravery and leadership that if he failed at anything he tried, it was blamed on his carelessness, and no one believed it was due to a lack of ability. They thought nothing was too difficult for him if he really committed to it. Every day, they expected updates about the conquest of Chios and the rest of Ionia and grew impatient that things weren’t happening as quickly as they wanted. They never considered how desperately money was needed, and that, having to fight an enemy well-supplied by a powerful king, he often had to abandon his fleet to secure money and resources for his soldiers. This was what led to the final accusations against him. Lysander was sent from Lacedaemon with a mission to be the admiral of their fleet, and with a large sum of money from Cyrus, he paid each sailor four obols a day, while Alcibiades could barely afford to pay his men three. As a result, Alcibiades had to go to Caria to raise funds. He left his fleet in the care of Antiochus, an experienced sailor but reckless and thoughtless, who was explicitly instructed by Alcibiades not to engage, even if provoked by the enemy. However, he ignored these instructions to such an extent that he prepared his own galley and another, sailing to Ephesus where the enemy was stationed, and provocatively taunted them with both words and actions. Lysander initially sent out a few ships to chase him, but when all the Athenian ships came to assist, Lysander then brought out his entire fleet, which achieved a complete victory. He killed Antiochus, captured many men and ships, and raised a trophy.
As soon as Alcibiades heard this news, he returned to Samos, and loosing from thence with his whole fleet, came and offered battle to Lysander. But Lysander, content with the victory he had gained, would not stir. Amongst others in the army who hated Alcibiades, Thrasybulus, the son of Thrason, was his particular enemy, and went purposely to Athens to accuse him, and to exasperate his enemies in the city against him. Addressing the people, he represented that Alcibiades had ruined their affairs and lost their ships by mere self-conceited neglect of his duties, committing the government of the army, in his absence, to men who gained his favor by drinking and scurrilous talking, whilst he wandered up and down at pleasure to raise money, giving himself up to every sort of luxury and excess amongst the courtesans of Abydos and Ionia, at a time when the enemy’s navy were on the watch close at hand. It was also objected to him, that he had fortified a castle near Bisanthe in Thrace, for a safe retreat for himself, as one that either could not, or would not, live in his own country. The Athenians gave credit to these informations, and showed the resentment and displeasure which they had conceived against him, by choosing other generals.
As soon as Alcibiades heard this news, he returned to Samos, and left there with his entire fleet to challenge Lysander. But Lysander, satisfied with his victory, refused to engage. Among those in the army who despised Alcibiades, Thrasybulus, the son of Thrason, was his main rival and intentionally went to Athens to accuse him and stir up hostility against him. Speaking to the people, he claimed that Alcibiades had ruined their affairs and lost their ships due to his arrogant neglect of duty, handing over command of the army, in his absence, to people who flattered him with drinking and crude jokes, while he roamed freely to raise money, indulging in all sorts of luxury and excess with the courtesans of Abydos and Ionia, all while the enemy's navy was lurking nearby. It was also said that he had fortified a castle near Bisanthe in Thrace as a safe retreat for himself, acting like someone who either couldn’t or wouldn’t live in his own country. The Athenians believed these accusations and expressed their anger and disappointment by electing other generals.
As soon as Alcibiades heard of this, he immediately forsook the army, afraid of what might follow; and, collecting a body of mercenary soldiers, made war upon his own account against those Thracians who called themselves free, and acknowledged no king. By this means he amassed to himself a considerable treasure, and, at the same time, secured the bordering Greeks from the incursions of the barbarians.
As soon as Alcibiades heard about this, he quickly abandoned the army, scared of what might happen next; and, gathering a group of mercenary soldiers, he waged war on his own against the Thracians who claimed to be free and didn’t recognize any king. This way, he built up a significant amount of wealth for himself and, at the same time, protected the neighboring Greeks from attacks by the barbarians.
Tydeus, Menander, and Adimantus, the new-made generals, were at that time posted at Aegospotami, with all the ships which the Athenians had left. From whence they were used to go out to sea every morning, and offer battle to Lysander, who lay near Lampsacus; and when they had done so, returning back again, lay, all the rest of the day, carelessly and without order, in contempt of the enemy. Alcibiades, who was not far off, did not think so slightly of their danger, nor neglect to let them know it, but, mounting his horse, came to the generals, and represented to them that they had chosen a very inconvenient station, where there was no safe harbor, and where they were distant from any town; so that they were constrained to send for their necessary provisions as far as Sestos. He also pointed out to them their carelessness in suffering the soldiers, when they went ashore, to disperse and wander up and down at their pleasure, while the enemy’s fleet, under the command of one general, and strictly obedient to discipline, lay so very near them. He advised them to remove the fleet to Sestos. But the admirals not only disregarded what he said, but Tydeus, with insulting expressions; commanded him to be gone, saying, that now not he, but others, had the command of the forces. Alcibiades, suspecting something of treachery in them, departed, and told his friends, who accompanied him out of the camp, that if the generals had not used him with such insupportable contempt, he would within a few days have forced the Lacedaemonians, however unwilling, either to have fought the Athenians at sea, or to have deserted their ships. Some looked upon this as a piece of ostentation only; others said, the thing was probable, for that he might have brought down by land great numbers of the Thracian cavalry and archers, to assault and disorder them in their camp. The event however, soon made it evident how rightly he had judged of the errors which the Athenians committed. For Lysander fell upon them on a sudden, when they least suspected it, with such fury that Conon alone, with eight galleys, escaped him; all the rest, which were about two hundred, he took and carried away, together with three thousand prisoners, whom he put to death. And within a short time after, he took Athens itself, burnt all the ships which he found there, and demolished their long walls.
Tydeus, Menander, and Adimantus, the newly appointed generals, were at that time stationed at Aegospotami with all the ships that the Athenians had left. They typically set sail every morning to challenge Lysander, who was close to Lampsacus; after battling, they would return and spend the rest of the day carelessly and in disarray, showing disregard for the enemy. Alcibiades, who was not far off, didn't take their peril lightly or fail to warn them. He mounted his horse, rode over to the generals, and pointed out that they had picked a really bad spot, lacking a safe harbor and being far from any town, forcing them to get their supplies from as far as Sestos. He also criticized them for allowing the soldiers to scatter and wander when they went ashore while the enemy fleet, under one commander and strictly disciplined, lay so close by. He recommended moving the fleet to Sestos. However, the admirals not only ignored his advice, but Tydeus even insulted him and told him to leave, saying that now others were in command of the forces, not him. Alcibiades, sensing some treachery, left and told his friends, who saw him out of the camp, that if the generals hadn't treated him with such outrageous disrespect, he could have forced the Lacedaemonians, whether they liked it or not, to either fight the Athenians at sea or abandon their ships within a few days. Some saw this as just showing off; others thought it was believable because he could have brought down many of the Thracian cavalry and archers to disrupt and attack them in their camp. However, the outcome soon showed how accurately he had assessed the mistakes the Athenians were making. For Lysander suddenly attacked them when they least expected it, with such ferocity that only Conon escaped with eight galleys; he captured all the rest, about two hundred ships, and took three thousand prisoners, whom he executed. Shortly after, he captured Athens itself, burned all the ships he found there, and destroyed their long walls.
After this, Alcibiades, standing in dread of the Lacedaemonians, who were now masters both at sea and land, retired into Bithynia. He sent thither great treasure before him, took much with him, but left much more in the castle where he had before resided. But he lost great part of his wealth in Bithynia, being robbed by some Thracians who lived in those parts, and thereupon determined to go to the court of Artaxerxes, not doubting but that the king, if he would make trial of his abilities, would find him not inferior to Themistocles, besides that he was recommended by a more honorable cause. For he went, not as Themistocles did, to offer his service against his fellow-citizens, but against their enemies, and to implore the king’s aid for the defense of his country. He concluded that Pharnabazus would most readily procure him a safe conduct, and therefore went into Phrygia to him, and continued to dwell there some time, paying him great respect, and being honorably treated by him. The Athenians, in the meantime, were miserably afflicted at their loss of empire, but when they were deprived of liberty also, and Lysander set up thirty despotic rulers in the city, in their ruin now they began to turn to those thoughts which, while safety was yet possible, they would not entertain; they acknowledged and bewailed their former errors and follies, and judged this second ill-usage of Alcibiades to be of all the most inexcusable. For he was rejected, without any fault committed by himself; and only because they were incensed against his subordinate for having shamefully lost a few ships, they much more shamefully deprived the commonwealth of its most valiant and accomplished general. Yet in this sad state of affairs, they had still some faint hopes left them, nor would they utterly despair of the Athenian commonwealth, while Alcibiades was safe. For they persuaded themselves that if before, when he was an exile, he could not content himself to live idly and at ease, much less now, if he could find any favorable opportunity, would he endure the insolence of the Lacedaemonians, and the outrages of the Thirty. Nor was it an absurd thing in the people to entertain such imaginations, when the Thirty themselves were so very solicitous to be informed and to get intelligence of all his actions and designs. In fine, Critias represented to Lysander that the Lacedaemonians could never securely enjoy the dominion of Greece, till the Athenian democracy was absolutely destroyed; and though now the people of Athens seemed quietly and patiently to submit to so small a number of governors, yet so long as Alcibiades lived, the knowledge of this fact would never suffer them to acquiesce in their present circumstances.
After this, Alcibiades, afraid of the Lacedaemonians who were now in control both at sea and on land, retreated to Bithynia. He sent a lot of treasure ahead of him, took a good amount with him, but left even more in the castle where he had previously lived. However, he lost a significant portion of his wealth in Bithynia when some local Thracians robbed him. Because of this, he decided to go to the court of Artaxerxes, believing that the king would find him just as capable as Themistocles if given the chance, especially since he was there for a more honorable purpose. Unlike Themistocles, who had come to offer his services against his fellow citizens, Alcibiades came to seek the king’s help for the defense of his homeland against their common enemies. He thought that Pharnabazus would easily secure him safe passage, so he went to Phrygia to visit him, where he stayed for a while, treating him with great respect and receiving honorable treatment in return. Meanwhile, the Athenians were suffering terribly from their loss of power, but when they were also stripped of their freedom and Lysander set up thirty tyrannical rulers in the city, they began to reflect on thoughts they had previously dismissed while there was still a chance for safety. They recognized and mourned their past mistakes and considered this second mistreatment of Alcibiades to be the most unforgivable of all. He was rejected without having done anything wrong; it was merely because they were angered at his subordinate for losing a few ships that they shamefully deprived the state of its most courageous and skilled general. Yet, in this bleak situation, they still held onto some faint hope and refused to completely despair for the Athenian commonwealth as long as Alcibiades remained safe. They convinced themselves that if he had been unable to live idly and comfortably during his exile, he would certainly not tolerate the arrogance of the Lacedaemonians and the abuses by the Thirty if he found any favorable opportunity. It was not unreasonable for the people to entertain such thoughts, especially since the Thirty were keen to learn about all his actions and plans. In summary, Critias informed Lysander that the Lacedaemonians could never truly secure their rule over Greece until the Athenian democracy was completely destroyed; and although the people of Athens seemed to be quietly and patiently accepting the rule of such a small number of governors, as long as Alcibiades lived, this knowledge would prevent them from being content with their current situation.
Yet Lysander would not be prevailed upon by these representations, till at last he received secret orders from the magistrates of Lacedaemon, expressly requiring him to get Alcibiades dispatched: whether it was that they feared his energy and boldness in enterprising what was hazardous, or that it was done to gratify king Agis. Upon receipt of this order, Lysander sent away a messenger to Pharnabazus, desiring him to put it in execution. Pharnabazus committed the affair to Magaeus, his brother, and to his uncle Susamithres. Alcibiades resided at that time in a small village in Phrygia, together with Timandra, a mistress of his. As he slept, he had this dream: he thought himself attired in his mistress’s habit, and that she, holding him in her arms, dressed his head and painted his face as if he had been a woman; others say, he dreamed that he saw Magaeus cut off his head and burn his body; at any rate, it was but a little while before his death that he had these visions. Those who were sent to assassinate him had not courage enough to enter the house, but surrounded it first, and set it on fire. Alcibiades, as soon as he perceived it, getting together great quantities of clothes and furniture, threw them upon the fire to choke it, and, having wrapped his cloak about his left arm, and holding his naked sword in his right, he cast himself into the middle of the fire, and escaped securely through it, before his clothes were burnt. The barbarians, as soon as they saw him, retreated, and none of them durst stay to expect him, or to engage with him, but, standing at a distance, they slew him with their darts and arrows. When he was dead, the barbarians departed, and Timandra took up his dead body, and, covering and wrapping it up in her own robes, she buried it as decently and as honorably as her circumstances would allow. It is said, that the famous Lais, who was called the Corinthian, though she was a native of Hyccara, a small town in Sicily, from whence she was brought a captive, was the daughter of this Timandra. There are some who agree with this account of Alcibiades’s death in all points, except that they impute the cause of it neither to Pharnabazus, nor Lysander, nor the Lacedaemonians: but, they say, he was keeping with him a young lady of a noble house, whom he had debauched, and that her brothers, not being able to endure the indignity, set fire by night to the house where he was living, and, as he endeavored to save himself from the flames, slew him with their darts, in the manner just related.
Yet Lysander would not be convinced by these arguments until he finally received secret orders from the magistrates of Lacedaemon, explicitly instructing him to eliminate Alcibiades. It’s unclear whether they feared his boldness in undertaking risky endeavors or if it was done to please King Agis. Upon receiving this order, Lysander sent a messenger to Pharnabazus, asking him to carry it out. Pharnabazus handed the task over to his brother Magaeus and his uncle Susamithres. At that time, Alcibiades was staying in a small village in Phrygia with his mistress, Timandra. While he slept, he had a dream where he was dressed in his mistress’s clothes, and she was holding him in her arms, styling his hair and applying makeup like he was a woman; others say he dreamed that he saw Magaeus decapitate him and burn his body. Regardless, he had these visions shortly before his death. The assassins sent to kill him lacked the courage to enter the house, so they surrounded it and set it on fire. As soon as Alcibiades noticed this, he gathered a large amount of clothing and furniture to throw on the fire to smother it. Wrapping his cloak around his left arm and holding his sword in his right, he leaped into the flames and managed to escape through it before his clothes burned. The assailants, upon seeing him, retreated, and none dared to stay to face him; instead, they stood at a distance and killed him with darts and arrows. After he was dead, the attackers left, and Timandra retrieved his body, covering it in her own garments and burying it as decently and honorably as her situation allowed. It’s said that the famous Lais, known as the Corinthian though originally from Hyccara, a small town in Sicily where she was taken captive, was the daughter of Timandra. Some agree with this account of Alcibiades’s death in every detail, except they attribute the cause not to Pharnabazus, Lysander, or the Lacedaemonians. Instead, they claim he was with a young noblewoman he had seduced, and her brothers, unable to tolerate the shame, set fire to the house where he was staying at night. As he tried to escape the flames, they killed him with their darts, as described.
CORIOLANUS
The patrician house of the Marcii in Rome produced many men of distinction, and among the rest, Ancus Marcius, grandson to Numa by his daughter, and king after Tullus Hostilius. Of the same family were also Publius and Quintus Marcius, which two conveyed into the city the best and most abundant supply of water they have at Rome. As likewise Censorinus, who, having been twice chosen censor by the people, afterwards himself induced them to make a law that nobody should bear that office twice. But Caius Marcius, of whom I now write, being left an orphan, and brought up under the widowhood of his mother, has shown us by experience, that, although the early loss of a father may be attended with other disadvantages, yet it can hinder none from being either virtuous or eminent in the world, and that it is no obstacle to true goodness and excellence; however bad men may be pleased to lay the blame of their corruptions upon that misfortune and the neglect of them in their minority. Nor is he less an evidence to the truth of their opinion, who conceive that a generous and worthy nature without proper discipline, like a rich soil without culture, is apt, with its better fruits, to produce also much that is bad and faulty. While the force and vigor of his soul, and a persevering constancy in all he undertook, led him successfully into many noble achievements, yet, on the other side, also, by indulging the vehemence of his passion, and through all obstinate reluctance to yield or accommodate his humors and sentiments to those of people about him, he rendered himself incapable of acting and associating with others. Those who saw with admiration how proof his nature was against all the softnesses of pleasure, the hardships of service, and the allurements of gain, while allowing to that universal firmness of his the respective names of temperance, fortitude, and justice, yet, in the life of the citizen and the statesman, could not choose but be disgusted at the severity and ruggedness of his deportment, and with his overbearing, haughty, and imperious temper. Education and study, and the favors of the muses, confer no greater benefit on those that seek them, than these humanizing and civilizing lessons, which teach our natural qualities to submit to the limitations prescribed by reason, and to avoid the wildness of extremes.
The patrician house of the Marcii in Rome produced many distinguished individuals, including Ancus Marcius, the grandson of Numa through his daughter, who became king after Tullus Hostilius. Also from this family were Publius and Quintus Marcius, the two who brought the best and most abundant water supply to the city of Rome. Likewise, there was Censorinus, who was chosen censor by the people twice and later convinced them to pass a law stating that no one could hold that office more than once. Caius Marcius, whom I am now discussing, was left an orphan and raised by his mother. He has shown us through his experience that even though the early loss of a father may bring other disadvantages, it doesn't prevent someone from being virtuous or distinguished in life, nor does it hinder true goodness and excellence. However, some bad individuals may blame their corruption on this misfortune and the neglect they experienced in their youth. Caius also stands as evidence against those who believe that a noble nature without proper guidance, like fertile soil without cultivation, can produce good outcomes but also much that is flawed and undesirable. His strong will and persistent determination led him to achieve many noble feats. Yet, at the same time, by indulging in his intense passions and stubbornly refusing to compromise or align his feelings with those of others, he made it difficult for himself to work and connect with people. Those who admired his resistance to pleasures, the hardships of service, and the temptations of wealth recognized his universal strength, calling it temperance, fortitude, and justice. However, in the context of a citizen and statesman, they understandably felt put off by his harshness, rigidity, and domineering attitude. Education, study, and the favor of the muses offer no greater benefits than these humanizing and civilizing lessons, which teach us to temper our natural qualities with the limits set by reason and to avoid the extremes of wildness.
Those were times at Rome in which that kind of worth was most esteemed which displayed itself in military achievements; one evidence of which we find in the Latin word for virtue, which is properly equivalent to manly courage. As if valor and all virtue had been the same thing, they used as the common term the name of the particular excellence. But Marcius, having a more passionate inclination than any of that age for feats of war, began at once, from his very childhood, to handle arms; and feeling that adventitious implements and artificial arms would effect little, and be of small use to such as have not their native and natural weapons well fixed and prepared for service, he so exercised and inured his body to all sorts of activity and encounter, that, besides the lightness of a racer, he had a weight in close seizures and wrestlings with an enemy, from which it was hard for any to disengage himself; so that his competitors at home in displays of bravery, loath to own themselves inferior in that respect, were wont to ascribe their deficiencies to his strength of body, which they said no resistance and no fatigue could exhaust.
Those were times in Rome when military achievements were highly valued; one sign of this is the Latin word for virtue, which essentially means manly courage. As if bravery and all virtue were the same thing, they commonly used a term that highlighted this specific quality. Marcius, having a stronger passion for military feats than anyone else of his time, began handling weapons from a young age. Understanding that temporary tools and artificial weapons wouldn’t do much good without a solid foundation of natural skills, he trained his body in all kinds of physical activities and combat. He combined the speed of a racer with a solid strength that made it hard for opponents to break free during close encounters, so much so that his rivals at home, unwilling to admit their shortcomings, attributed their failures to his incredible physical strength, claiming that no amount of effort or fatigue could wear him out.
The first time he went out to the wars, being yet a stripling, was when Tarquinius Superbus, who had been king of Rome and was afterwards expelled, after many unsuccessful attempts, now entered upon his last effort, and proceeded to hazard all as it were upon a single throw. A great number of the Latins and other people of Italy joined their forces, and were marching with him toward the city, to procure his restoration; not, however, so much out of a desire to serve and oblige Tarquin, as to gratify their own fear and envy at the increase of the Roman greatness, which they were anxious to check and reduce. The armies met and engaged in a decisive battle, in the vicissitudes of which, Marcius, while fighting bravely in the dictator’s presence, saw a Roman soldier struck down at a little distance, and immediately stepped in and stood before him, and slew his assailant. The general, after having gained the victory, crowned him for this act, one of the first, with a garland of oaken branches; it being the Roman custom thus to adorn those who had saved the life of a citizen; whether that the law intended some special honor to the oak, in memory of the Arcadians, a people the oracle had made famous by the name of acorn-eaters; or whether the reason of it was because they might easily, and in all places where they fought, have plenty of oak for that purpose; or, finally, whether the oaken wreath, being sacred to Jupiter, the guardian of the city, might, therefore, be thought a propel ornament for one who preserved a citizen. And the oak, in truth, is the tree which bears the most and the prettiest fruit of any that grow wild, and is the strongest of all that are under cultivation; its acorns were the principal diet of the first mortals, and the honey found in it gave them drink. I may say, too, it furnished fowl and other creatures as dainties, in producing mistletoe for birdlime to ensnare them. In this battle, meantime, it is stated that Castor and Pollux appeared, and, immediately after the battle, were seen at Rome just by the fountain where their temple now stands, with their horses foaming with sweat, and told the news of the victory to the people in the Forum. The fifteenth of July, being the day of this conquest, became consequently a solemn holiday sacred to the Twin Brothers.
The first time he went into battle, still just a young man, was when Tarquin the Proud, who had once been king of Rome and was later ousted, after several failed attempts, made one last desperate play and risked everything in a single move. A large group of Latins and other Italians joined forces with him, marching toward the city to help restore him, not so much out of loyalty to Tarquin but more to satisfy their own fears and jealousy over the growing power of Rome, which they were eager to challenge and weaken. The armies clashed and fought a decisive battle, during which Marcius, fighting bravely in front of the dictator, saw a Roman soldier struck down nearby. He immediately stepped in front of the soldier and killed his attacker. After achieving victory, the general honored him for this act with a garland of oak branches, a tradition in Rome for those who saved a citizen's life. This may have been because the law intended to give special recognition to the oak, remembering the Arcadians, a people famously referred to as acorn-eaters by the oracle, or because oak trees were plentiful everywhere they fought. Lastly, it might have been because the oak wreath was sacred to Jupiter, the city's protector, making it a fitting reward for someone who saved a citizen. The oak, indeed, is the tree that bears the most and most beautiful fruit of any wild plant and is the strongest among cultivated trees; its acorns were the main diet for the first humans, and the honey it produced provided them with drink. Additionally, it offered birds and other creatures delicacies, producing mistletoe for trapping them. Meanwhile, it's said that Castor and Pollux appeared during this battle, and right after it, they were seen in Rome by the fountain where their temple stands today, with their horses lathered in sweat, sharing the news of the victory with the people in the Forum. July 15th, the day of this victory, thus became a special holiday dedicated to the Twin Brothers.
It may be observed in general, that when young men arrive early at fame and repute, if they are of a nature but slightly touched with emulation, this early attainment is apt to extinguish their thirst and satiate their small appetite; whereas the first distinctions of more solid and weighty characters do but stimulate and quicken them and take them away, like a wind, in the pursuit of honor; they look upon these marks and testimonies to their virtue not as a recompense received for what they have already done, but as a pledge given by themselves of what they will perform hereafter, ashamed now to forsake or underlive the credit they have won, or, rather, not to exceed and obscure all that is gone before by the luster of their following actions. Marcius, having a spirit of this noble make, was ambitious always to surpass himself, and did nothing, how extraordinary soever, but he thought he was bound to outdo it at the next occasion; and ever desiring to give continual fresh instances of his prowess he added one exploit to another, and heaped up trophies upon trophies, so as to make it a matter of contest also among his commanders, the later still vying with the earlier, which should pay him the greatest honor and speak highest in his commendation. Of all the numerous wars and conflicts in those days, there was not one from which he returned without laurels and rewards. And, whereas others made glory the end of their daring, the end of his glory was his mother’s gladness; the delight she took to hear him praised and to see him crowned, and her weeping for joy in his embraces, rendered him, in his own thoughts, the most honored and most happy person in the world. Epaminondas is similarly said to have acknowledged his feeling, that it was the greatest felicity of his whole life that his father and mother survived to hear of his successful generalship and his victory at Leuctra. And he had the advantage, indeed, to have both his parents partake with him, and enjoy the pleasure of his good fortune. But Marcius, believing himself bound to pay his mother Volumnia all that gratitude and duty which would have belonged to his father, had he also been alive, could never satiate himself in his tenderness and respect to her. He took a wife, also, at her request and wish, and continued, even after he had children, to live still with his mother, without parting families.
In general, it can be seen that when young men achieve fame and recognition early on, if they have even a slight competitive nature, this early success often extinguishes their drive and satisfies their limited ambition. On the other hand, those with more substantial and serious character traits find that their initial achievements only motivate and inspire them, propelling them forward in pursuit of honor. They view these accolades not as rewards for what they've accomplished but as commitments to their future actions. They feel embarrassed about abandoning or falling short of the reputation they have earned, and are determined to surpass their previous efforts in order to shine even brighter. Marcius, having such a noble spirit, always aimed to outdo himself. No matter how remarkable his achievements were, he believed he needed to surpass them on the next occasion. He constantly sought new opportunities to showcase his bravery, accumulating one triumph after another, and gathering trophies upon trophies. This even turned into a friendly competition among his fellow commanders, who tried to outdo one another in honoring him and speaking highly of his accomplishments. Among all the numerous wars and battles of his time, he returned from every single one with laurels and rewards. While others chased glory for its own sake, for him, the joy of his mother was the ultimate prize. Her happiness in hearing him praised and seeing him celebrated, coupled with her tears of joy during their embraces, made him feel like the most honored and happiest person in the world. Similarly, Epaminondas is said to have acknowledged that the greatest happiness of his life was that his parents lived to hear of his military successes and his victory at Leuctra. He had the fortune of having both parents share in the joy of his achievements. However, Marcius believed he owed his mother Volumnia all the gratitude and duty that would have belonged to a father if he were alive, so he never stopped showing her affection and respect. He even married at her request and continued to live with her, raising his children without separating their families.
The repute of his integrity and courage had, by this time, gained him a considerable influence and authority in Rome, when the senate, favoring the wealthier citizens, began to be at variance with the common people, who made sad complaints of the rigorous and inhuman usage they received from the money-lenders. For as many as were behind with them, and had any sort of property, they stripped of all they had, by the way of pledges and sales; and such as through former exactions were reduced already to extreme indigence, and had nothing more to be deprived of, these they led away in person and put their bodies under constraint, notwithstanding the scars and wounds that they could show in attestation of their public services in numerous campaigns; the last of which had been against the Sabines, which they undertook upon a promise made by their rich creditors that they would treat them with more gentleness for the future, Marcus Valerius, the consul, having, by order from the senate, engaged also for the performance of it. But when, after they had fought courageously and beaten the enemy, there was, nevertheless, no moderation or forbearance used, and the senate also professed to remember nothing of that agreement, and sat without testifying the least concern to see them dragged away like slaves and their goods seized upon as formerly, there began now to be open disorders and dangerous meetings in the city; and the enemy, also, aware of the popular confusion, invaded and laid waste the country. And when the consuls now gave notice, that all who were of an age to bear arms should make their personal appearance, but found no one regard the summons, the members of the government, then coming to consult what course should be taken, were themselves again divided in opinion: some thought it most advisable to comply a little in favor of the poor, by relaxing their overstrained rights, and mitigating the extreme rigor of the law, while others withstood this proposal; Marcius in particular, with more vehemence than the rest, alleging that the business of money on either side was not the main thing in question, urged that this disorderly proceeding was but the first insolent step towards open revolt against the laws, which it would become the wisdom of the government to check at the earliest moment.
His reputation for integrity and bravery had, by this time, earned him significant influence and authority in Rome. Meanwhile, the senate, favoring the wealthier citizens, began to clash with the common people, who sadly complained about the harsh and inhumane treatment they were receiving from the moneylenders. Those who were behind on payments and had any property were stripped of everything they had through pledges and sales. Those already reduced to extreme poverty due to earlier burdens had nothing left to lose; they were personally taken away and imprisoned, despite the scars and wounds they bore as proof of their public service in numerous campaigns. The last of these campaigns had been against the Sabines, undertaken based on a promise from their wealthy creditors that they would be treated more kindly in the future, with Marcus Valerius, the consul, also promising enforcement on behalf of the senate. However, after the common people fought bravely and defeated the enemy, there was still no compassion or restraint shown. The senate pretended to forget the agreement, remaining indifferent as they saw people dragged away like slaves and their property seized as before. This led to open unrest and dangerous gatherings in the city; the enemy, noticing the public chaos, invaded and ravaged the countryside. When the consuls announced that all able-bodied citizens should come forward, nobody heeded the call. The government officials then gathered to discuss what to do next and found themselves divided in opinion: some thought it wise to compromise a bit for the poor by relaxing their harsh rights and easing the strictness of the law, while others opposed this idea. Marcius, in particular, argued with more intensity than the others that the money issues on either side weren't the main concern. He insisted that this disorderly behavior was just the first bold step towards open revolt against the laws, which it would be wise for the government to address at the earliest possible moment.
There had been frequent assemblies of the whole senate, within a small compass of time, about this difficulty, but without any certain issue; the poor commonalty, therefore, perceiving there was likely to be no redress of their grievances, on a sudden collected in a body, and, encouraging each other in their resolution, forsook the city with one accord and seizing the hill which is now called the Holy Mount, sat down by the river Anio, without committing any sort of violence or seditious outrage, but merely exclaiming, as they went along, that they had this long time past been, in fact, expelled and excluded from the city by the cruelty of the rich; that Italy would everywhere afford them the benefit of air and water and a place of burial, which was all they could expect in the city, unless it were, perhaps, the privilege of being wounded and killed in time of war for the defense of their creditors. The senate, apprehending the consequences, sent the most moderate and popular men of their own order to treat with them.
There had been several gatherings of the entire senate in a short period regarding this issue, but nothing concrete had come of it. The struggling common people, realizing there would probably be no resolution for their grievances, suddenly banded together and, encouraging each other in their decision, left the city in unison. They took over the hill now known as the Holy Mount and settled by the river Anio. They didn't resort to any violence or unrest; instead, they simply expressed, as they walked, that they had long been pushed out and excluded from the city by the cruelty of the wealthy. They believed that Italy would provide them with air, water, and a place to be buried, which was all they could expect in the city, unless it was the chance to be wounded or killed in war defending their creditors. The senate, worried about the potential fallout, sent their most moderate and popular members to negotiate with them.
Menenius Agrippa, their chief spokesman, after much entreaty to the people, and much plain speaking on behalf of the senate, concluded, at length, with the celebrated fable. “It once happened,” he said, “that all the other members of a man mutinied against the stomach, which they accused as the only idle, uncontributing part in the whole body, while the rest were put to hardships and the expense of much labor to supply and minister to its appetites. The stomach, however, merely ridiculed the silliness of the members, who appeared not to be aware that the stomach certainly does receive the general nourishment, but only to return it again, and redistribute it amongst the rest. Such is the case,” he said, “ye citizens, between you and the senate. The counsels and plans that are there duly digested, convey and secure to all of you, your proper benefit and support.”
Menenius Agrippa, their main spokesperson, after a lot of pleading with the people and being straightforward on behalf of the senate, eventually wrapped up with the famous fable. “There was once a time,” he said, “when all the other parts of a man rebelled against the stomach, which they accused of being the only lazy, non-contributing part of the body, while the rest of them endured hardships and worked hard to satisfy its cravings. The stomach, however, just mocked the foolishness of the members, who didn’t realize that while the stomach does receive all the nourishment, it only takes it in to distribute it back out to the rest. So it is,” he said, “dear citizens, between you and the senate. The advice and decisions made there benefit and support all of you.”
A reconciliation ensued, the senate acceding to the request of the people for the annual election of five protectors for those in need of succor, the same that are now called the tribunes of the people; and the first two they pitched upon were Junius Brutus and Sicinnius Vellutus, their leaders in the secession.
A reconciliation took place, with the senate agreeing to the people's request for the annual election of five protectors for those in need of help, now known as the tribunes of the people; the first two selected for this role were Junius Brutus and Sicinnius Vellutus, their leaders during the secession.
The city being thus united, the commons stood presently to their arms, and followed their commanders to the war with great alacrity. As for Marcius, though he was not a little vexed himself to see the populace prevail so far and gain ground of the senators, and might observe many other patricians have the same dislike of the late concessions, he yet besought them not to yield at least to the common people in the zeal and forwardness they now allowed for their country’s service, but to prove that they were superior to them, not so much in power and riches as in merit and worth.
The city now united, the common people quickly took up arms and eagerly followed their leaders into battle. As for Marcius, although he felt frustrated to see the commoners gaining the upper hand over the senators, and noticed that many other patricians shared his displeasure about the recent concessions, he urged them not to let the common people outpace them in their enthusiasm and willingness to serve their country. Instead, he encouraged them to demonstrate that their superiority was not just in power and wealth, but in their character and worth.
The Romans were now at war with the Volscian nation, whose principal city was Corioli; when, therefore, Cominius the consul had invested this important place, the rest of the Volscians, fearing it would be taken, mustered up whatever force they could from all parts, to relieve it, designing to give the Romans battle before the city, and so attack them on both sides. Cominius, to avoid this inconvenience, divided his army, marching himself with one body to encounter the Volscians on their approach from without, and leaving Titus Lartius, one of the bravest Romans of his time, to command the other and continue the siege. Those within Corioli, despising now the smallness of their number, made a sally upon them, and prevailed at first, and pursued the Romans into their trenches. Here it was that Marcius, flying out with a slender company, and cutting those in pieces that first engaged him, obliged the other assailants to slacken their speed; and then, with loud cries, called upon the Romans to renew the battle. For he had, what Cato thought a great point in a soldier, not only strength of hand and stroke, but also a voice and look that of themselves were a terror to an enemy. Divers of his own party now rallying and making up to him, the enemies soon retreated; but Marcius, not content to see them draw off and retire, pressed hard upon the rear, and drove them, as they fled away in haste, to the very gates of their city; where, perceiving the Romans to fall back from their pursuit, beaten off by the multitude of darts poured in upon them from the walls, and that none of his followers had the hardiness to think of falling in pellmell among the fugitives and so entering a city full of enemies in arms, he, nevertheless, stood and urged them to the attempt, crying out, that fortune had now set open Corioli, not so much to shelter the vanquished, as to receive the conquerors. Seconded by a few that were willing to venture with him, he bore along through the crowd, made good his passage, and thrust himself into the gate through the midst of them, nobody at first daring to resist him. But when the citizens, on looking about, saw that a very small number had entered, they now took courage, and came up and attacked them. A combat ensued of the most extraordinary description, in which Marcius, by strength of hand, and swiftness of foot, and daring of soul, overpowering every one that he assailed, succeeded in driving the enemy to seek refuge, for the most part, in the interior of the town, while the remainder submitted, and threw down their arms; thus affording Lartius abundant opportunity to bring in the rest of the Romans with ease and safety.
The Romans were now at war with the Volscian nation, whose main city was Corioli. When Cominius, the consul, surrounded this key location, the other Volscians, worried it would be captured, gathered whatever forces they could from all over to rescue it, planning to attack the Romans from both sides. To avoid this situation, Cominius split his army, leading one group to confront the Volscians approaching from outside and leaving Titus Lartius, one of the bravest Romans of his time, in charge of the other group to continue the siege. Those inside Corioli, now underestimating their numbers, launched a surprise attack and initially had success, pushing the Romans back into their trenches. It was here that Marcius, charging out with a small group, overwhelmed those who engaged him first, forcing the other attackers to slow down; he then called out loudly for the Romans to rejoin the fight. He had, as Cato considered vital in a soldier, not just strength and skill, but also a voice and presence that struck fear into enemies. Several of his fellow soldiers rallied to him, prompting the enemies to retreat. However, Marcius wasn't satisfied watching them pull back; he pressed hard on their retreat and chased them, driving them in a panic all the way to the gates of their city. Seeing the Romans back off from their pursuit, held back by the sheer volume of darts raining down on them from the walls, and realizing none of his followers were brave enough to charge in after the fleeing enemies into a city full of armed opposition, he still urged them to go for it, shouting that fortune had opened Corioli not just to shelter the defeated, but to welcome the victors. Supported by a few willing to take the risk with him, he pushed through the crowd, secured his path, and forced his way into the gate amid them, with no one daring to stop him at first. But when the citizens looked around and saw that only a small group had entered, they gained courage, came forward, and attacked. A fierce battle broke out, where Marcius, using his strength, speed, and daring, overpowered everyone he faced, driving most of the enemy to seek refuge deep within the town, while the rest surrendered and dropped their weapons. This provided Lartius with ample opportunity to bring the remaining Romans in safely and with ease.
Corioli being thus surprised and taken, the greater part of the soldiers employed themselves in spoiling and pillaging it, while Marcius indignantly reproached them, and exclaimed that it was a dishonorable and unworthy thing, when the consul and their fellow-citizens had now perhaps encountered the other Volscians, and were hazarding their lives in battle, basely to misspend the time in running up and down for booty, and, under a pretense of enriching themselves, keep out of danger. Few paid him any attention, but, putting himself at the head of these, he took the road by which the consul’s army had marched before him, encouraging his companions, and beseeching them, as they went along, not to give up, and praying often to the gods, too, that he might be so happy as to arrive before the fight was over, and come seasonably up to assist Cominius, and partake in the peril of the action.
Corioli was suddenly captured, and most of the soldiers started looting it, while Marcius angrily scolded them, saying it was dishonorable and shameful. He pointed out that while the consul and their fellow citizens might be facing the other Volscians and risking their lives in battle, it was cowardly to waste time running around for loot and pretending to get rich while avoiding danger. Few listened to him, but he took charge of those who would, following the path that the consul’s army had taken before him. He encouraged his companions and pleaded with them not to give up, often praying to the gods that he would be lucky enough to reach the battlefield before the fight ended and be able to join Cominius and share in the risk of the battle.
It was customary with the Romans of that age, when they were moving into battle array, and were on the point of taking up their bucklers, and girding their coats about them, to make at the same time an unwritten will, or verbal testament, and to name who should be their heirs, in the hearing of three or four witnesses. In this precise posture Marcius found them at his arrival, the enemy being advanced within view.
It was common for the Romans of that time, when they were getting ready for battle and about to grab their shields and strap on their armor, to also make an unwritten will or verbal testament, naming who should be their heirs in front of three or four witnesses. Marcius found them in this exact situation when he arrived, as the enemy was already in sight.
They were not a little disturbed by his first appearance, seeing him covered with blood and sweat, and attended with a small train; but when he hastily made up to the consul with gladness in his looks, giving him his hand, and recounting to him how the city had been taken, and when they saw Cominius also embrace and salute him, every one took fresh heart; those that were near enough hearing, and those that were at a distance guessing, what had happened; and all cried out to be led to battle. First, however, Marcius desired to know of him how the Volscians had arrayed their army, and where they had placed their best men, and on his answering that he took the troops of the Antiates in the center to be their prime warriors, that would yield to none in bravery, “Let me then demand and obtain of you,” said Marcius, “that we may be posted against them.” The consul granted the request, with much admiration of his gallantry. And when the conflict began by the soldiers darting at each other, and Marcius sallied out before the rest, the Volscians opposed to him were not able to make head against him; wherever he fell in, he broke their ranks, and made a lane through them; but the parties turning again, and enclosing him on each side with their weapons, the consul, who observed the danger he was in, dispatched some of the choicest men he had for his rescue. The conflict then growing warm and sharp about Marcius, and many falling dead in a little space, the Romans bore so hard upon the enemies, and pressed them with such violence, that they forced them at length to abandon their ground, and to quit the field. And, going now to prosecute the victory, they besought Marcius, tired out with his toils, and faint and heavy through the loss of blood, that he would retire to the camp. He replied, however, that weariness was not for conquerors, and joined with them in the pursuit. The rest of the Volscian army was in like manner defeated, great numbers killed, and no less taken captive.
They were quite unsettled by his first appearance, seeing him covered in blood and sweat, accompanied by a small group. But when he hurried over to the consul with a cheerful look, shook his hand, and told him how the city had been captured, and they saw Cominius embrace and greet him as well, everyone felt encouraged. Those who were close enough heard him, and those farther away guessed what had happened; everyone shouted to be led into battle. However, Marcius first wanted to know how the Volscians had set up their army and where they had positioned their strongest warriors. When he learned that the troops from Antiates were in the center and were the bravest of them all, he said, “Let me ask you to place us against them.” The consul agreed, impressed by his bravery. As the battle started with soldiers throwing weapons at each other, Marcius charged ahead of the others, and the Volscians opposing him couldn't withstand him; wherever he engaged, he broke their ranks and created a path through them. But when they rallied and surrounded him with their weapons, the consul, noticing the danger he was in, sent some of his best men to rescue him. The battle grew intense around Marcius, and many fell dead in a short time. The Romans pressed hard on the enemies, forcing them to finally abandon their position and leave the field. As they moved to continue their victory, they urged Marcius, exhausted from his efforts and weak from blood loss, to return to the camp. He responded that weariness was not for conquerors and joined them in the chase. The rest of the Volscian army was similarly defeated, with many killed and just as many taken prisoner.
The day after, when Marcius, with the rest of the army, presented themselves at the consul’s tent, Cominius rose, and having rendered all due acknowledgment to the gods for the success of that enterprise, turned next to Marcius, and first of all delivered the strongest encomium upon his rare exploits, which he had partly been an eyewitness of himself, in the late battle, and had partly learned from the testimony of Lartius. And then he required him to choose a tenth part of all the treasure and horses and captives that had fallen into their hands, before any division should be made to others; besides which, he made him the special present of a horse with trappings and ornaments, in honor of his actions. The whole army applauded; Marcius, however, stepped forth, and declaring his thankful acceptance of the horse, and his gratification at the praises of his general, said, that all other things, which he could only regard rather as mercenary advantages than any significations of honor, he must waive, and should be content with the ordinary proportion of such rewards. “I have only,” said he; “one special grace to beg, and this I hope you will not deny me. There was a certain hospitable friend of mine among the Volscians, a man of probity and virtue, who is become a prisoner, and from former wealth and freedom is now reduced to servitude. Among his many misfortunes let my intercession redeem him from the one of being sold as a common slave.” Such a refusal and such a request on the part of Marcius were followed with yet louder acclamations; and he had many more admirers of this generous superiority to avarice, than of the bravery he had shown in battle. The very persons who conceived some envy and despite to see him so specially honored, could not but acknowledge, that one who so nobly could refuse reward, was beyond others worthy to receive it; and were more charmed with that virtue which made him despise advantage, than with any of those former actions that had gained him his title to it. It is the hither accomplishment to use money well than to use arms; but not to need it is more noble than to use it.
The next day, when Marcius and the rest of the army arrived at the consul’s tent, Cominius stood up, acknowledged the gods for their success in the recent campaign, and then turned to Marcius. He praised Marcius for his remarkable achievements, which he had witnessed during the battle and also learned about from Lartius. He then asked Marcius to select a tenth of all the treasure, horses, and captives they had captured before distributing the rest. Additionally, he gifted him a beautifully adorned horse to honor his achievements. The entire army cheered; however, Marcius stepped forward, expressed his gratitude for the horse, and his appreciation for the general's praise. He stated that he viewed the other rewards more as mercenary gains than true honors, and he would be satisfied with the usual share of such rewards. “I have just one request,” he said, “which I hope you will grant. There is a hospitable friend of mine among the Volscians, a man of integrity and virtue, who has become a prisoner and has fallen from wealth and freedom to servitude. Please allow my intercession to save him from being sold as a common slave.” This request from Marcius resulted in even louder cheers, and he gained many more admirers for his generous disregard of material gain than for his bravery in battle. Even those who felt jealous of his special recognition couldn't help but acknowledge that someone who could nobly refuse a reward was more deserving of one, and they were more impressed by his virtue in rejecting advantage than by any of his past actions that earned him that accolade. It is better to use wealth wisely than to wield weapons; but to be free from the need for it is the highest nobility.
When the noise of approbation and applause ceased, Cominius, resuming, said, “It is idle, fellow-soldiers, to force and obtrude those other gifts of ours on one who is unwilling to accept them ; let us, therefore, give him one of such a kind that he cannot well reject it; let us pass a vote, I mean, that he shall hereafter be called Coriolanus, unless you think that his performance at Corioli has itself anticipated any such resolution.” Hence, therefore, he had his third name of Coriolanus, making it all the plainer that Caius was a personal proper name, and the second, or surname, Marcius, one common to his house and family; the third being a subsequent addition which used to be imposed either from some particular act or fortune, bodily characteristic, or good quality of the bearer. Just as the Greeks, too, gave additional names in old time, in some cases from some achievement, Soter, for example, and Callinicus; or personal appearance, as Physcon and Grypus; good qualities, Euergetes and Philadelphus; good fortune, Eudaemon, the title of the second Battus. Several monarchs have also had names given them in mockery, as Antigonus was called Doson, and Ptolemy, Lathyrus. This sort of title was yet more common among the Romans. One of the Metelli was surnamed Diadematus, because he walked about for a long time with a bandage on his head, to conceal a scar; and another, of the same family, got the name of Celer, from the rapidity he displayed in giving a funeral entertainment of gladiators within a few days after his father’s death, his speed and energy in doing which was thought extraordinary. There are some, too, who even at this day take names from certain casual incidents at their nativity; a child that is born when his father is away from home is called Proculus; or Postumus, if after his decease; and when twins come into the world, and one dies at the birth, the survivor has the name of Vopiscus. From bodily peculiarities they derive not only their Syllas and Nigers, but their Caeci and Claudii; wisely endeavoring to accustom their people not to reckon either the loss of sight, or any other bodily misfortune, as a matter of disgrace to them, but to answer to such names without shame, as if they were really their own. But this discussion better befits another place.
When the applause died down, Cominius said, “It’s pointless, fellow soldiers, to force our other talents on someone who doesn’t want them; let’s give him something he can’t really refuse. Let’s vote that from now on, he’ll be called Coriolanus, unless you think his actions at Corioli have already made that decision for us.” So, he got the name Coriolanus, clearly showing that Caius was his personal name, Marcius his family name, and Coriolanus was an added name given later due to a specific deed, fortune, physical characteristic, or good trait. Just as the Greeks used to give extra names based on achievements, like Soter or Callinicus; personal looks, like Physcon and Grypus; positive attributes, like Euergetes and Philadelphus; or good luck, like Eudaemon, the title of the second Battus. Some kings were even given mock names, like Antigonus, who was called Doson, and Ptolemy, Lathyrus. This practice was even more common among the Romans. One member of the Metelli family was nicknamed Diadematus because he wore a bandage on his head for a long time to hide a scar, while another from the same family was called Celer for how quickly he organized a gladiatorial funeral feast just days after his father’s death—his speed and effort were considered remarkable. Some people even today take names based on random events at their birth; for example, a child born while the father is away is called Proculus; or Postumus if born after his death; and if twins are born and one dies, the survivor is named Vopiscus. From physical traits, they draw names like Syllas and Nigers, as well as Caeci and Claudii, wisely teaching their people not to view blindness or any other physical hardship as a disgrace, but to embrace such names proudly as if they were their own. But this conversation is better suited for another time.
The war against the Volscians was no sooner at an end, than the popular orators revived domestic troubles, and raised another sedition, without any new cause of complaint or just grievance to proceed upon, but merely turning the very mischiefs that unavoidably ensued from their former contests into a pretext against the patricians. The greatest part of their arable land had been left unsown and without tillage, and the time of war allowing them no means or leisure to import provision from other countries, there was an extreme scarcity. The movers of the people then observing, that there was no corn to be bought, and that, if there had been, they had no money to buy it, began to calumniate the wealthy with false stories, and whisper it about, as if they, out of malice, had purposely contrived the famine. Meanwhile, there came an embassy from the Velitrani, proposing to deliver up their city to the Romans, and desiring they would send some new inhabitants to people it, as a late pestilential disease had swept away so many of the natives, that there was hardly a tenth part remaining of their whole community. This necessity of the Velitrani was considered by all more prudent people as most opportune in the present state of affairs; since the dearth made it needful to ease the city of its superfluous members, and they were in hope also, at the same time, to dissipate the gathering sedition by ridding themselves of the more violent and heated partisans, and discharging, so to say, the elements of disease and disorder in the state. The consuls, therefore, singled out such citizens to supply the desolation at Velitrae, and gave notice to others, that they should be ready to march against the Volscians, with the politic design of preventing intestine broils by employment abroad, and in the hope, that when rich as well as poor, plebeians and patricians, should be mingled again in the same army and the same camp, and engage in one common service for the public, it would mutually dispose them to reconciliation and friendship.
The war against the Volscians was barely over when the popular speakers stirred up internal issues and sparked another revolt, without any new reason or valid complaints, just using the troubles that came from their previous battles as an excuse to blame the patricians. Most of their farmland had been left uncultivated, and with the war, they had no way or time to bring in food from elsewhere, leading to severe shortages. The leaders of the people then noticed that there was no grain to buy, and that, even if there had been, they had no money to purchase it. They began to spread false rumors about the wealthy, suggesting they had purposely caused the famine out of spite. Meanwhile, an embassy from the Velitrani arrived, offering to surrender their city to the Romans and requesting new settlers to populate it, as a recent plague had wiped out so many locals that only about one-tenth of their population remained. This situation was seen by more sensible people as quite timely, as the shortage made it necessary to reduce the city's surplus population, and they hoped to ease the rising unrest by getting rid of the more passionate and aggressive factions, essentially purging the elements of disease and disorder from the state. Therefore, the consuls chose specific citizens to fill the void in Velitrae and informed others to be prepared to march against the Volscians, aiming to prevent internal conflicts by sending them abroad, and hoping that once rich and poor, commoners and patricians mixed together in the same army and camp, working for a common cause, it would lead to reconciliation and friendship.
But Sicinnius and Brutus, the popular orators, interposed, crying out, that the consuls disguised the most cruel and barbarous action in the world under that mild and plausible name of a colony, and were simply precipitating so many poor citizens into a mere pit of destruction, bidding them settle down in a country where the air was charged with disease, and the ground covered with dead bodies, and expose themselves to the evil influence of a strange and angered deity. And then, as if it would not satisfy their hatred to destroy some by hunger, and offer others to the mercy of a plague, they must proceed to involve them also in a needless war of their own making, that no calamity might be wanting to complete the punishment of the citizens for refusing to submit to that of slavery to the rich.
But Sicinnius and Brutus, the popular speakers, stepped in, shouting that the consuls were hiding the cruelest and most barbaric action in the world behind the mild and convincing label of a colony. They were just throwing many poor citizens into a trap of destruction, telling them to settle in a land where the air was filled with disease and the ground was littered with dead bodies, exposing themselves to the harmful influence of a strange and angry god. And as if it wouldn’t be enough to starve some and subject others to a plague, they had to drag them into a pointless war of their own making, ensuring that there would be no disaster left to punish the citizens for refusing to accept the chains of slavery to the wealthy.
By such addresses, the people were so possessed, that none of them would appear upon the consular summons to be enlisted for the war; and they showed entire aversion to the proposal for a new plantation; so that the senate was at a loss what to say or do. But Marcius, who began now to bear himself higher and to feel confidence in his past actions, conscious, too, of the admiration of the best and greatest men of Rome, openly took the lead in opposing the favorers of the people. The colony was dispatched to Velitrae, those that were chosen by lot being compelled to depart upon high penalties; and when they obstinately persisted in refusing to enroll themselves for the Volscian service, he mustered up his own clients, and as many others as could be wrought upon by persuasion, and with these made an inroad into the territories of the Antiates, where, finding a considerable quantity of corn, and collecting much booty, both of cattle and prisoners, he reserved nothing for himself in private, but returned safe to Rome, while those that ventured out with him were seen laden with pillage, and driving their prey before them. This sight filled those that had stayed at home with regret for their perverseness, with envy at their fortunate fellow-citizens, and with feelings of dislike to Marcius, and hostility to his growing reputation and power, which might probably be used against the popular interest.
Through such speeches, the people became so influenced that none of them would respond to the consular summons for enlistment in the war; they completely rejected the idea of a new colony, leaving the senate unsure of what to say or do. However, Marcius, who was starting to act more boldly and felt confident in his past actions, aware too of the admiration from the best and most respected men of Rome, openly took the lead in opposing those who supported the people. The colony was sent to Velitrae, and those selected by lot were forced to leave under severe penalties; and when they stubbornly refused to enlist for the Volscian service, he gathered his own followers and as many others as he could persuade, leading them into the territories of the Antiates. There, he found a significant amount of grain and collected a lot of loot, including cattle and prisoners, keeping nothing for himself but returning safely to Rome, while those who accompanied him were seen carrying their spoils and driving their captives ahead of them. This sight filled those who stayed home with regret over their stubbornness, envy for their lucky fellow citizens, and resentment toward Marcius, as well as hostility toward his increasing reputation and power, which they feared could be used against the common good.
Not long after he stood for the consulship; when, however, the people began to relent and incline to favor him, being sensible what a shame it would be to repulse and affront a man of his birth and merit, after he had done them so many signal services. It was usual for those who stood for offices among them to solicit and address themselves personally to the citizens, presenting themselves in the forum with the toga on alone, and no tunic under it; either to promote their supplications by the humility of their dress, or that such as had received wounds might more readily display those marks of their fortitude. Certainly, it was not out of suspicion of bribery and corruption that they required all such petitioners for their favor to appear ungirt and open, without any close garment; as it was much later, and many ages after this, that buying and selling crept in at their elections, and money became an ingredient in the public suffrages; proceeding thence to attempt their tribunals, and even attack their camps, till, by hiring the valiant, and enslaving iron to silver, it grew master of the state, and turned their commonwealth into a monarchy. For it was well and truly said that the first destroyer of the liberties of a people is he who first gave them bounties and largesses. At Rome the mischief seems to have stolen secretly in, and by little and little, not being at once discerned and taken notice of. It is not certainly known who the man was that did there first either bribe the citizens, or corrupt the courts; whereas, in Athens, Anytus, the son of Anthemion, is said to have been the first that gave money to the judges, when on his trial, toward the latter end of the Peloponnesian war, for letting the fort of Pylos fall into the hands of the enemy; in a period while the pure and golden race of men were still in possession of the Roman forum.
Not long after he ran for the consulship, the people started to warm up to him, realizing how shameful it would be to reject a man of his background and accomplishments, especially after he had provided them with so many significant services. It was common for candidates to personally appeal to the citizens, appearing in the forum draped only in a toga, without a tunic underneath. This was done either to enhance their pleas with the humility of their attire or to allow those who had been wounded to easily show their symbols of bravery. They certainly didn’t require all petitioners to appear unbelted and open out of a fear of bribery or corruption; that practice only emerged many years later, long after this time, when money began to infiltrate their elections, affecting public votes, leading to attempts to influence their tribunals, and even attacking their camps. As it happened, by hiring mercenaries and tying steel to silver, it gained control over the state and transformed their republic into a monarchy. It was accurately stated that the first destroyer of a people's freedoms is the one who first offers them gifts and handouts. In Rome, this problem seems to have crept in subtly over time, not immediately recognized or acknowledged. It’s not clearly known who was the first to bribe citizens or corrupt the courts there, while in Athens, Anytus, the son of Anthemion, is said to have been the first to offer money to judges during his trial near the end of the Peloponnesian War for losing the fort at Pylos to the enemy, at a time when the noble and virtuous men still held sway in the Roman forum.
Marcius, therefore, as the fashion of candidates was showing the scars and gashes that were still visible on his body, from the many conflicts in which he had signalized himself during a service of seventeen years together they were, so to say, put out of countenance at this display of merit, and told one another that they ought in common modesty to create him consul. But when the day of election was now come, and Marcius appeared in the forum, with a pompous train of senators attending him; and the patricians all manifested greater concern, and seemed to be exerting greater efforts, than they had ever done before on the like occasion, the commons then fell off again from the kindness they had conceived for him, and in the place of their late benevolence, began to feel something of indignation and envy; passions assisted by the fear they entertained, that if a man of such aristocratic temper, and so influential among the patricians, should be invested with the power which that office would give him, he might employ it to deprive the people of all that liberty which was yet left them. In conclusion, they rejected Marcius. Two other names were announced, to the great mortification of the senators, who felt as if the indignity reflected rather upon themselves than on Marcius. He, for his part, could not bear the affront with any patience. He had always indulged his temper, and had regarded the proud and contentious element of human nature as a sort of nobleness and magnanimity; reason and discipline had not imbued him with that solidity and equanimity which enters so largely into the virtues of the statesman. He had never learned how essential it is for any one who undertakes public business, and desires to deal with mankind, to avoid above all things that self-will, which, as Plato says, belongs to the family of solitude; and to pursue, above all things, that capacity so generally ridiculed, of submission to ill treatment. Marcius, straightforward and direct, and possessed with the idea that to vanquish and overbear all apposition is the true part of bravery, and never imagining that it was the weakness and womanishness of his nature that broke out, so to say, in these ulcerations of anger, retired, full of fury and bitterness against the people. The young patricians, too, all that were proudest and most conscious of their noble birth, had always been devoted to his interest, and, adhering to him now, with a fidelity that did him no good, aggravated his resentment with the expression of their indignation and condolence. He had been their captain, and their willing instructor in the arts of war, when out upon expeditions, and their model in that true emulation and love of excellence which makes men extol, without envy or jealousy, each other’s brave achievements.
Marcius, therefore, like other candidates, was showing off the scars and wounds still visible on his body from the many battles where he had distinguished himself over his seventeen years of service. This display of merit embarrassed the onlookers, and they told each other that, out of common modesty, they should elect him as consul. But when the election day arrived, and Marcius showed up at the forum with a grand procession of senators following him, the patricians seemed more concerned and put in more effort than ever before during such an event. The common people then turned away from their earlier support for him and began to feel indignation and envy instead. This was fueled by their fear that if a man as aristocratic and influential among the patricians as Marcius were to gain the power of that office, he might use it to strip away the little freedom they still had. In the end, they rejected Marcius. Two other names were announced, much to the dismay of the senators, who felt that the humiliation reflected more on them than on Marcius. He, for his part, couldn't handle the insult calmly. He had always indulged in his temper and viewed the proud and combative side of human nature as a form of nobility and greatness; reason and self-control had not given him the stability and composure that are crucial for a statesman. He had never grasped how important it is for anyone in public service, who wants to engage with others, to avoid the self-will that, as Plato says, stems from solitude, and instead embrace the often-ridiculed trait of enduring mistreatment. Marcius, straightforward and assertive, believed that overpowering all opposition was the essence of bravery, never realizing that the anger within him was a weakness. Enraged and bitter towards the people, he withdrew in frustration. The young patricians, proud of their noble lineage, had always rallied around him, and their loyalty, while well-meaning, only fueled his resentment as they expressed their outrage and sympathy. He had been their leader and a willing teacher in military arts during campaigns, and a source of genuine admiration and love for excellence that enabled them to celebrate one another's brave deeds without jealousy or envy.
In the midst of these distempers, a large quantity of corn reached Rome, a great part bought up in Italy, but an equal amount sent as a present from Syracuse, from Gelo, then reigning there. Many began now to hope well of their affairs, supposing the city, by this means, would be delivered at once, both of its want and discord. A council, therefore, being presently held, the people came flocking about the senate-house, eagerly awaiting the issue of that deliberation, expecting that the market prices would now be less cruel, and that what had come as a gift would be distributed as such. There were some within who so advised the senate; but Marcius, standing up, sharply inveighed against those who spoke in favor of the multitude, calling them flatterers of the rabble traitors to the nobility, and alleging, that, by such gratifications, they did but cherish those ill seeds of boldness and petulance that had been sown among the people, to their own prejudice, which they should have done well to observe and stifle at their first appearance, and not have suffered the plebeians to grow so strong, by granting them magistrates of such authority as the tribunes. They were, indeed, even now formidable to the state, since everything they desired was granted them; no constraint was put on their will; they refused obedience to the consuls, and, overthrowing all law and magistracy, gave the title of magistrate to their private factious leaders. “When things are come to such a pass, for us to sit here and decree largesses and bounties for them, like those Greeks where the populace is supreme and absolute, what would it be else,” said he, “but to take their disobedience into pay, and maintain it for the common ruin of us all? They certainly cannot look upon these liberalities as a reward of public service, which they know they have so often deserted; nor yet of those secessions, by which they openly renounced their country; much less of the calumnies and slanders they have been always so ready to entertain against the senate; but will rather conclude that a bounty which seems to have no other visible cause or reason, must needs be the effect of our fear and flattery; and will, therefore, set no limit to their disobedience, nor ever cease from disturbances and sedition. Concession is mere madness; if we have any wisdom and resolution at all, we shall, on the contrary, never rest till we have recovered from them that tribunician power they have extorted from us; as being a plain subversion of the consulship, and a perpetual ground of separation in our city, that is no longer one, as heretofore, but has in this received such a wound and rupture, as is never likely to close and unite again, or suffer us to be of one mind, and to give over inflaming our distempers, and being a torment to each other.”
In the midst of these troubles, a large amount of grain arrived in Rome, much of it purchased in Italy, but an equal quantity sent as a gift from Syracuse by Gelo, who was then in power there. Many people began to feel optimistic about their situation, believing that this would relieve both their hunger and the city's conflicts. A council was quickly convened, and the crowds gathered around the Senate house, eagerly waiting to hear the outcome, hoping that market prices would become more reasonable and that the gifts would be distributed fairly. Some inside supported this idea, but Marcius stood up and strongly criticized those who favored the common people, accusing them of being flatterers of the mob and betraying the nobility. He argued that by offering such handouts, they were only encouraging the bad traits of boldness and insolence that had developed among the people, which should have been curbed at the outset. He stated they should not have allowed the commoners to become so powerful by granting them magistrates with such authority as the tribunes. They were, in fact, now a significant threat to the state, as everything they wanted was given to them without question; they disregarded the consuls, undermined the law, and conferred the title of magistrate upon their own faction leaders. “When things have deteriorated to this point, for us to sit here and grant them handouts, like those Greeks where the populace is all-powerful, what else could that be,” he said, “but to pay for their disobedience and support it for the mutual destruction of us all? They surely can't see these gifts as rewards for public service, knowing how often they’ve abandoned their duties; nor for the instances when they outright renounced their country; even less for the accusations and lies they have constantly spread against the Senate. They will likely conclude that these gifts, which seem to lack a clear cause, are simply signs of our fear and flattery, and thus will impose no limits on their disobedience and will not cease their unrest and rebellion. Giving in is pure madness; if we have any wisdom and resolve at all, we should instead strive to reclaim the tribune power they have taken from us, as it clearly undermines the consulship and creates an ongoing rift in our city, which is no longer united as it once was, but has been wounded in such a way that it is unlikely to heal and bring us back together, or allow us to stop inflaming our troubles and tormenting each other.”
Marcius, with much more to this purpose, succeeded, to an extraordinary degree, in inspiring the younger men with the same furious sentiments, and had almost all the wealthy on his side, who cried him up as the only person their city had, superior alike to force and flattery; some of the older men, however, opposed him, suspecting the consequences. As, indeed, there came no good of it; for the tribunes, who were present, perceiving how the proposal of Marcius took, ran out into the crowd with exclamations, calling on the plebeians to stand together, and come in to their assistance. The assembly met, and soon became tumultuous. The sum of what Marcius had spoken, having been reported to the people, excited them to such fury, that they were ready to break in upon the senate. The tribunes prevented this, by laying all the blame on Coriolanus, whom, therefore, they cited by their messengers to come before them, and defend himself. And when he contemptuously repulsed the officers who brought him the summons, they came themselves, with the Aediles, or overseers of the market, proposing to carry him away by force, and, accordingly, began to lay hold on his person. The patricians, however, coming to his rescue, not only thrust off the tribunes, but also beat the Aediles, that were their seconds in the quarrel; night, approaching, put an end to the contest. But, as soon as it was day, the consuls, observing the people to be highly exasperated, and that they ran from all quarters and gathered in the forum, were afraid for the whole city, so that, convening the senate afresh, they desired them to advise how they might best compose and pacify the incensed multitude by equitable language and indulgent decrees; since, if they wisely considered the state of things, they would find that it was no time to stand upon terms of honor, and a mere point of glory; such a critical conjuncture called for gentle methods, and for temperate and humane counsels. The majority, therefore, of the senators giving way, the consuls proceeded to pacify the people in the best manner they were able, answering gently to such imputations and charges as had been cast upon the senate, and using much tenderness and moderation in the admonitions and reproof they gave them. On the point of the price of provisions, they said, there should be no difference at all between them. When a great part of the commonalty was grown cool, and it appeared from their orderly and peaceful behavior that they had been very much appeased by what they had heard, the tribunes, standing up, declared, in the name of the people, that since the senate was pleased to act soberly and do them reason, they, likewise, should be ready to yield in all that was fair and equitable on their side; they must insist, however, that Marcius should give in his answer to the several charges as follows: first, could he deny that he instigated the senate to overthrow the government and annul the privileges of the people? and, in the next place, when called to account for it, did he not disobey their summons? and, lastly, by the blows and other public affronts to the Aediles, had he not done all he could to commence a civil war?
Marcius, with much more to achieve, succeeded remarkably in stirring the younger men with the same intense feelings, and had nearly all the wealthy supporters on his side, who praised him as the only one in their city who was superior to both force and flattery. However, some of the older men opposed him, suspecting the consequences. Indeed, there was no good outcome; for the tribunes, who were present, noticing how Marcius’s proposal was being received, rushed into the crowd shouting for the plebeians to unite and come to their aid. The assembly gathered and quickly became chaotic. The gist of what Marcius had said was reported back to the people, igniting such anger that they were ready to storm the senate. The tribunes stopped this by blaming everything on Coriolanus, who they then summoned to come before them and defend himself. When he dismissively refused the officers who delivered the summons, they came in person, along with the Aediles, proposing to take him by force, and started to grab hold of him. The patricians, however, came to his defense, pushing away the tribunes and beating the Aediles, who were their allies in the conflict; night eventually ended the struggle. But the next day, the consuls, noticing the people were extremely agitated and gathering in the forum from all directions, feared for the entire city. Thus, they called another meeting of the senate, seeking advice on how to best calm and pacify the enraged crowd with fair words and lenient decisions; for, if they carefully considered the situation, they would realize it was no time to cling to pride and honor; such a critical moment required gentle approaches and considerate, humane solutions. Consequently, most of the senators yielding, the consuls attempted to soothe the people as best they could, responding kindly to accusations directed at the senate, and showing a lot of compassion and moderation in their counsel and reprimands. Regarding the cost of goods, they stated there should be no difference between them. Once a significant portion of the common people had calmed down, and their orderly and peaceful demeanor indicated they were significantly appeased by what they heard, the tribunes stood up and declared, on behalf of the people, that since the senate was willing to act reasonably and justly, they too would be ready to compromise on all fair and equitable terms; however, they insisted that Marcius respond to the following charges: first, could he deny that he urged the senate to dismantle the government and revoke the people's rights? Next, when called to answer for it, did he not ignore their summons? And finally, by physically assaulting and disrespecting the Aediles, did he not do everything possible to incite a civil war?
These articles were brought in against him, with a design either to humble Marcius, and show his submission if, contrary to his nature, he should now court and sue the people; or, if he should follow his natural disposition, which they rather expected from their judgment of his character, then that he might thus make the breach final between himself and the people.
These charges were brought against him, either to humiliate Marcius and demonstrate his submission if he, against his nature, decided to seek the people's favor; or, if he acted according to his true character, which they anticipated based on their assessment of him, then this would create a permanent rift between him and the people.
He came, therefore, as it were, to make his apology, and clear himself; in which belief the people kept silence, and gave him a quiet hearing. But when, instead of the submissive and deprecatory language expected from him, he began to use not only an offensive kind of freedom, seeming rather to accuse than apologize, but, as well by the tone of his voice as the air of his countenance, displayed a security that was not far from disdain and contempt of them, the whole multitude then became angry, and gave evident signs of impatience and disgust; and Sicinnius, the most violent of the tribunes, after a little private conference with his colleagues, proceeded solemnly to pronounce before them all, that Marcius was condemned to die by the tribunes of the people, and bid the Aediles take him to the Tarpeian rock, and without delay throw him headlong from the precipice. When they, however, in compliance with the order, came to seize upon his body, many, even of the plebeian party, felt it to be a horrible and extravagant act; the patricians, meantime, wholly beside themselves with distress and horror, hurried up with cries to the rescue; and while some made actual use of their hands to hinder the arrest, and, surrounding Marcius, got him in among them, others, as in so great a tumult no good could be done by words, stretched out theirs, beseeching the multitude that they would not proceed to such furious extremities; and at length, the friends and acquaintance of the tribunes, wisely perceiving how impossible it would be to carry off Marcius to punishment without much bloodshed and slaughter of the nobility, persuaded them to forbear everything unusual and odious; not to dispatch him by any sudden violence, or without regular process, but refer the cause to the general suffrage of the people. Sicinnius then, after a little pause, turning to the patricians, demanded what their meaning was, thus forcibly to rescue Marcius out of the people’s hands, as they were going to punish him; when it was replied by them, on the other side, and the question put, “Rather, how came it into your minds, and what is it you design, thus to drag one of the worthiest men of Rome, without trial, to a barbarous and illegal execution?” “Very well,” said Sicinnius, “you shall have no ground in this respect for quarrel or complaint against the people. The people grant your request, and your partisan shall be tried. We appoint you, Marcius,” directing his speech to him, “the third market-day ensuing, to appear and defend yourself, and to try if you can satisfy the Roman citizens of your innocence, who will then judge your case by vote.” The patricians were content with such a truce and respite for that time, and gladly returned home, having for the present brought off Marcius in safety.
He came, basically, to apologize and clear his name; believing this, the crowd stayed quiet and listened to him. But when he didn't use the humble and apologetic tone they expected, and instead spoke with a kind of disrespect that seemed more like an accusation than an apology, his confident tone and expression showed an arrogance that felt like disdain for them. The crowd grew angry and showed clear signs of impatience and disgust. Sicinnius, the most aggressive of the tribunes, after a brief private talk with his colleagues, announced solemnly to everyone that Marcius was sentenced to death by the people's tribunes and ordered the Aediles to take him to the Tarpeian rock and throw him off without delay. However, when they tried to grab him, many, even from the plebeian faction, thought it was a horrific and outrageous act; the patricians, in a state of panic and horror, rushed in to help, shouting for his rescue. While some physically tried to prevent his arrest and surrounded Marcius to protect him, others, knowing words wouldn't help in such chaos, stretched out their hands, pleading with the crowd not to escalate things so violently. Eventually, the friends and allies of the tribunes, realizing it would be impossible to take Marcius away without a significant amount of bloodshed among the nobles, convinced them to refrain from any extreme or terrible actions, suggesting they handle it according to due process and let the people decide. Sicinnius then paused for a moment and turned to the patricians, asking why they were so forcibly trying to rescue Marcius from the people's punishment. They responded by questioning him, asking, “How could you even think of dragging one of the best men in Rome to a cruel and unlawful execution without a trial?” “Very well,” said Sicinnius, “you won’t have any reason to complain about the people on this matter. The people agree to your request, and your ally will be tried. We appoint you, Marcius,” he said, addressing him, “to appear in three market days to defend yourself and see if you can prove your innocence to the Roman citizens, who will then vote on your case.” The patricians accepted this temporary pause and relief, happily went home, having kept Marcius safe for the time being.
During the interval before the appointed time (for the Romans hold their sessions every ninth day, which from that cause are called nundinae in Latin), a war fell out with the Antiates, likely to be of some continuance, which gave them hope they might one way or other elude the judgment. The people, they presumed, would become tractable, and their indignation lessen and languish by degrees in so long a space, if occupation and war did not wholly put it out of their mind. But when, contrary to expectation, they made a speedy agreement with the people of Antium, and the army came back to Rome, the patricians were again in great perplexity, and had frequent meetings to consider how things might be arranged, without either abandoning Marcius, or yet giving occasion to the popular orators to create new disorders. Appius Claudius, whom they counted among the senators most averse to the popular interest, made a solemn declaration, and told them beforehand, that the senate would utterly destroy itself and betray the government, if they should once suffer the people to assume the authority of pronouncing sentence upon any of the patricians; but the oldest senators and most favorable to the people maintained, on the other side, that the people would not be so harsh and severe upon them, as some were pleased to imagine, but rather become more gentle and humane upon the concession of that power, since it was not contempt of the senate, but the impression of being contemned by it, which made them pretend to such a prerogative. Let that be once allowed them as a mark of respect and kind feeling, and the mere possession of this power of voting would at once dispossess them of their animosity.
During the time before the scheduled meeting (since the Romans hold their sessions every ninth day, which is why they’re called nundinae in Latin), a war broke out with the Antiates that seemed likely to last for a while, giving them hope they could somehow avoid the judgment. They thought that the people would become more manageable and that their anger would gradually fade over time, unless the conflict and war completely distracted them. However, when, contrary to expectations, they quickly reached an agreement with the people of Antium and the army returned to Rome, the patricians found themselves in a difficult situation again. They held frequent meetings to figure out how to handle things without abandoning Marcius or giving the popular orators a chance to stir up new unrest. Appius Claudius, who was known to be one of the senators most opposed to the popular movement, made a strong statement, warning them that the senate would completely undermine itself and betray the government if they allowed the people to have the power to judge any of the patricians. But the older senators who were more sympathetic to the people argued that the populace wouldn’t be as harsh as some feared. Instead, they would likely become kinder and more compassionate by granting that power since it wasn’t contempt for the senate that motivated the people, but rather the feeling of being looked down upon by it. If that power were recognized as a gesture of respect and goodwill, then simply having the right to vote would eliminate their resentment.
When, therefore, Marcius saw that the senate was in pain and suspense upon his account, divided, as it were, betwixt their kindness for him and their apprehensions from the people, he desired to know of the tribunes what the crimes were they intended to charge him with, and what the heads of the indictment they would oblige him to plead to before the people; and being told by them that he was to be impeached for attempting usurpation, and that they would prove him guilty of designing to establish arbitrary government, stepping forth upon this, “Let me go then,” he said, “to clear myself from that imputation before an assembly of them; I freely offer myself to any sort of trial, nor do I refuse any kind of punishment whatsoever; only,” he continued, “let what you now mention be really made my accusation, and do not you play false with the senate.” On their consenting to these terms, he came to his trial. But when the people met together, the tribunes, contrary to all former practice, extorted first, that votes should be taken, not by centuries, but tribes; a change, by which the indigent and factious rabble, that had no respect for honesty and justice, would be sure to carry it against those who were rich and well known, and accustomed to serve the state in war. In the next place, whereas they had engaged to prosecute Marcius upon no other head but that of tyranny, which could never be made out against him, they relinquished this plea, and urged instead, his language in the senate against an abatement of the price of corn, and for the overthrow of the tribunician power; adding further, as a new impeachment, the distribution that was made by him of the spoil and booty he had taken from the Antiates, when he overran their country, which he had divided among those that had followed him, whereas it ought rather to have been brought into the public treasury; which last accusation did, they say, more discompose Marcius than all the rest, as he had not anticipated he should ever be questioned on that subject, and, therefore, was less provided with any satisfactory answer to it on the sudden. And when, by way of excuse, he began to magnify the merits of those who had been partakers with him in the action, those that had stayed at home, being more numerous than the other, interrupted him with outcries. In conclusion, when they came to vote, a majority of three tribes condemned him; the penalty being perpetual banishment. The sentence of his condemnation being pronounced, the people went away with greater triumph and exultation than they had ever shown for any victory over enemies; while the senate was in grief and deep dejection, repenting now and vexed to the soul that they had not done and suffered all things rather than give way to the insolence of the people, and permit them to assume and abuse so great an authority. There was no need then to look at men’s dresses, or other marks of distinction, to know one from another: any one who was glad was, beyond all doubt, a plebeian; any one who looked sorrowful, a patrician.
When Marcius saw that the senate was anxious and uncertain because of him, torn between their friendship for him and their worries about the people, he wanted to find out from the tribunes what the charges against him would be and what points he would need to plead to before the public. They informed him that he would be impeached for attempting to seize power and that they would accuse him of planning to establish a dictatorship. In response, he said, “Let me go then to defend myself before them. I’m willing to face any kind of trial and accept any punishment; however,” he continued, “let this accusation be the real one against me, and don’t deceive the senate.” When they agreed to these terms, he went to his trial. But when the people gathered, the tribunes, breaking from all past customs, insisted that the votes be taken not by centuries but by tribes; a change that ensured the poor and unruly, who didn’t care about honesty or justice, would win against those who were wealthy and respected and had served in the military. Furthermore, even though they had promised to accuse Marcius only of tyranny, which was impossible to prove, they dropped that claim and instead focused on his statements in the senate against lowering the price of grain and opposing the tribunician power. They also introduced a new charge regarding the distribution of spoils from the Antiates, which he had shared with his followers rather than putting into the public treasury. This last accusation unsettled Marcius more than all the others because he never expected to be challenged on that point, and he was unprepared with a solid response. When he tried to defend himself by praising those who fought alongside him, he was interrupted by those who had stayed home, as they outnumbered his supporters. Ultimately, when it came time to vote, a majority of three tribes found him guilty; the punishment was perpetual banishment. After his sentence was pronounced, the people left in greater triumph and joy than they had ever displayed for any victory over enemies, while the senate was filled with sorrow and deep disappointment, regretting that they had not done anything and everything to resist the people’s arrogance and allow them to claim and misuse such significant power. There was no need to examine people's clothing or other distinguishing features to tell them apart: anyone who was happy was undoubtedly a plebeian; anyone who looked sad was a patrician.
Marcius alone, himself, was neither stunned nor humiliated. In mien, carriage, and countenance, he bore the appearance of entire composure, and while all his friends were full of distress, seemed the only man that was not touched with his misfortune. Not that either reflection taught him, or gentleness of temper made it natural for him, to submit: he was wholly possessed, on the contrary, with a profound and deep- seated fury, which passes with many for no pain at all. And pain, it is true, transmuted, so to say, by its own fiery heat into anger, loses every appearance of depression and feebleness; the angry man makes a show of energy, as the man in a high fever does of natural heat, while, in fact, all this action of the soul is but mere diseased palpitation, distention, and inflammation. That such was his distempered state appeared presently plainly enough in his actions. On his return home, after saluting his mother and his wife, who were all in tears and full of loud lamentations, and exhorting them to moderate the sense they had of his calamity, he proceeded at once to the city gates, whither all the nobility came to attend him; and so, not so much as taking anything with him, or making any request to the company, he departed from them, having only three or four clients with him. He continued solitary for a few days in a place in the country, distracted with a variety of counsels, such as rage and indignation suggested to him; and proposing to himself no honorable or useful end, but only how he might best satisfy his revenge on the Romans, he resolved at length to raise up a heavy war against them from their nearest neighbors. He determined, first to make trial of the Volscians, whom he knew to be still vigorous and flourishing, both in men and treasure, and he imagined their force and power was not so much abated, as their spite and auger increased, by the late overthrows they had received from the Romans.
Marcius, by himself, wasn't shocked or embarrassed at all. In his demeanor, posture, and expression, he appeared completely composed, and while all his friends were distressed, he seemed like the only one unaffected by his misfortune. It wasn't because he was taught to reflect or had a naturally gentle nature that made him submit; rather, he was consumed by a deep-seated rage, which many mistake for a lack of pain. And it's true that pain, transformed by its own fiery intensity into anger, loses any signs of sadness and weakness; the angry person shows a façade of strength, much like someone with a high fever might exhibit signs of natural warmth, while really, all this emotional turmoil is merely a sickly agitation. This troubled state was clearly reflected in his actions. After returning home and greeting his mother and wife, who were both in tears and openly mourning, and urging them to tone down their reaction to his misfortune, he immediately headed to the city gates, where all the nobility had gathered to see him off. Without taking anything with him or asking for anything from the crowd, he left, accompanied only by three or four clients. He spent a few days alone in the countryside, troubled by a mix of thoughts provoked by his anger and indignation. He had no honorable or beneficial intentions in mind, only how he could best exact revenge on the Romans. Eventually, he decided to incite a heavy war against them, starting with their nearest neighbors. He first planned to test the Volscians, whom he knew were still strong and wealthy, believing that their strength and power were not diminished but rather heightened by the recent defeats they had suffered at the hands of the Romans.
There was a man of Antium, called Tullus Aufidius, who, for his wealth and bravery and the splendor of his family, had the respect and privilege of a king among the Volscians, but whom Marcius knew to have a particular hostility to himself, above all other Romans. Frequent menaces and challenges had passed in battle between them, and those exchanges of defiance to which their hot and eager emulation is apt to prompt young soldiers had added private animosity to their national feelings of opposition. Yet for all this, considering Tullus to have a certain generosity of temper, and knowing that no Volscian, so much as he, desired an occasion to requite upon the Romans the evils they had done, he did what much confirms the saying, that
There was a man from Antium named Tullus Aufidius, who, because of his wealth, bravery, and prestigious family, held the respect and status of a king among the Volscians. However, Marcius knew that Tullus had a particular grudge against him, more than any other Roman. They had exchanged many threats and challenges in battle, and their heated rivalry, which often drives young soldiers to compete fiercely, had added personal animosity to their national opposition. Despite all this, considering Tullus to have a certain generosity of spirit, and knowing that no Volscian, including him, wanted more than to pay back the Romans for the wrongs they had suffered, he did what strongly supports the saying that
Hard and unequal is with wrath the strife,
Which makes us buy its pleasure with our life.
Hard and unfair is the struggle filled with anger,
Which forces us to pay for its pleasure with our lives.
Putting on such a dress as would make him appear to any whom he might meet most unlike what he really was, thus, like Ulysses, —
Putting on a dress that would make him seem very different from who he actually was, just like Ulysses,—
The town he entered of his mortal foes.
The town he entered of his mortal enemies.
His arrival at Antium was about evening, and though several met him in the streets, yet he passed along without being known to any, and went directly to the house of Tullus, and, entering undiscovered, went up to the fire-hearth, and seated himself there without speaking a word, covering up his head. Those of the family could not but wonder, and yet they were afraid either to raise or question him, for there was a certain air of majesty both in his posture and silence, but they recounted to Tullus, being then at supper, the strangeness of this accident. He immediately rose from table and came in, and asked him who he was, and for what business he came thither; and then Marcius, unmuffling himself, and pausing awhile, “If,” said he, “you cannot yet call me to mind, Tullus, or do not believe your eyes concerning me, I must of necessity be my own accuser. I am Caius Marcius, the author of so much mischief to the Volscians; of which, were I seeking to deny it, the surname of Coriolanus I now bear would be a sufficient evidence against me. The one recompense I received for all the hardships and perils I have gone through, was the title that proclaims my enmity to your nation, and this is the only thing which is still left me. Of all other advantages, I have been stripped and deprived by the envy and outrage of the Roman people, and the cowardice and treachery of the magistrates and those of my own order. I am driven out as an exile, and become an humble suppliant at your hearth, not so much for safety and protection (should I have come hither, had I been afraid to die?), as to seek vengeance against those that expelled me; which, methinks, I have already obtained, by putting myself into your hands. If, therefore, you have really a mind to attack your enemies, come then, make use of that affliction you see me in to assist the enterprise, and convert my personal infelicity into a common blessing to the Volscians; as, indeed, I am likely to be more serviceable in fighting for than against you, with the advantage, which I now possess, of knowing all the secrets of the enemy that I am attacking. But if you decline to make any further attempts, I am neither desirous to live myself, nor will it be well in you to preserve a person who has been your rival and adversary of old, and now, when he offers you his service, appears unprofitable and useless to you.”
His arrival in Antium was around evening, and although several people recognized him in the streets, he went by unnoticed and went straight to Tullus's house. Entering without revealing himself, he approached the fire-hearth and sat down there without saying a word, his head covered. The family couldn’t help but wonder but were too afraid to question him due to the regal presence he had in his posture and silence. They reported the unusual occurrence to Tullus, who was at dinner, and he quickly got up and came in to ask him who he was and what brought him there. Then Marcius, unveiling himself and pausing for a moment, said, “If you can’t remember me, Tullus, or can’t believe your eyes, then I must confess myself. I am Caius Marcius, the one responsible for so much trouble for the Volscians. If I were trying to deny this, my title of Coriolanus would speak for itself. The only reward I’ve received for enduring all the hardships and dangers is the name that marks my hostility toward your people, and it’s the only thing I have left. I’ve been stripped of all my other advantages by the jealousy and hatred of the Roman people, along with the cowardice and betrayal of the officials and those of my rank. I have been exiled and now stand as a humble supplicant at your door, not so much seeking safety and protection (would I have come here if I were afraid to die?), but seeking revenge against those who cast me out; and I believe I’ve already achieved that by coming to you. So, if you truly want to fight your enemies, use the situation you see me in to help your cause and turn my personal misfortune into a collective benefit for the Volscians, as I can now be more helpful fighting for you than against you, with my knowledge of the enemy's secrets. But if you choose to take no further action, I neither wish to live nor should you want to protect someone who has long been your rival and adversary, and now, when he offers you his service, seems more of a burden than a benefit.”
Tullus, on hearing this, was extremely rejoiced, and giving him his right hand, exclaimed, “Rise, Marcius, and be of good courage; it is a great happiness you bring to Antium, in the present you make us of yourself; expect everything that is good from the Volscians.” He then proceeded to feast and entertain him with every display of kindness, and for several days after they were in close deliberation together on the prospects of a war.
Tullus, upon hearing this, was very happy and, extending his right hand, said, “Stand up, Marcius, and be brave; you bring great joy to Antium with your presence. Expect only good things from the Volscians.” He then hosted a feast and showed him every kind of kindness, and for several days afterward, they discussed the possibilities of war in detail.
While this design was forming, there were great troubles and commotions at Rome, from the animosity of the senators against the people, heightened just now by the late condemnation of Marcius. Besides that, their soothsayers and priests, and even private persons, reported signs and prodigies not to be neglected; one of which is stated to have occurred as follows: Titus Latinus, a man of ordinary condition, but of a quiet and virtuous character, free from all superstitious fancies, and yet more from vanity and exaggeration, had an apparition in his sleep, as if Jupiter came and bade him tell the senate, that it was with a bad and unacceptable dancer that they had headed his procession. Having beheld the vision, he said, he did not much attend to it at the first appearance; but after he had seen and slighted it a second and third time, he had lost a hopeful son, and was himself struck with palsy. He was brought into the senate on a litter to tell this, and the story goes, that he had no sooner delivered his message there, but he at once felt his strength return, and got upon his legs, and went home alone, without need of any support. The senators, in wonder and surprise, made a diligent search into the matter. That which his dream alluded to was this: some citizen had, for some heinous offense, given up a servant of his to the rest of his fellows, with charge to whip him first through the market, and then to kill him; and while they were executing this command, and scourging the wretch, who screwed and turned himself into all manner of shapes and unseemly motions, through the pain he was in, the solemn procession in honor of Jupiter chanced to follow at their heels. Several of the attendants on which were, indeed, scandalized at the sight, yet no one of them interfered, or acted further in the matter than merely to utter some common reproaches and execrations on a master who inflicted so cruel a punishment. For the Romans treated their slaves with great humanity in these times, when, working and laboring themselves, and living together among them, they naturally were more gentle and familiar with them. It was one of the severest punishments for a slave who had committed a fault, to have to take the piece of wood which supports the pole of a wagon, and carry it about through the neighborhood; a slave who had once undergone the shame of this, and been thus seen by the household and the neighbors, had no longer any trust or credit among them, and had the name of furcifer; furca being the Latin word for a prop, or support.
While this plan was taking shape, there were significant troubles and unrest in Rome, fueled by the senators' hostility towards the people, which was intensified by the recent condemnation of Marcius. Additionally, their soothsayers, priests, and even ordinary citizens reported signs and omens that couldn’t be ignored; one of which was said to have happened as follows: Titus Latinus, a regular guy with a calm and good character, free from superstitions and even more so from vanity and exaggeration, had a dream in which Jupiter appeared and told him to inform the senate that they had chosen a poor and unacceptable dancer to lead his procession. After witnessing the vision, he initially brushed it off, but after ignoring it a second and third time, he lost a promising son and suffered a stroke. He was carried into the senate on a stretcher to share this story, and supposedly, as soon as he delivered his message, he instantly felt his strength return, stood up, and walked home alone without needing any support. The senators, amazed and intrigued, investigated the situation thoroughly. The dream referred to an incident where a citizen, for a serious offense, had handed over a servant to the others with instructions to first whip him through the market and then kill him; as they followed through with this command, the poor man twisted and contorted in agony, and at that moment, the formal procession honoring Jupiter happened to pass by them. Although some of the attendants were appalled by the scene, no one intervened further than to voice common complaints and condemn the master for such a cruel punishment. At that time, Romans treated their slaves with considerable humanity, working alongside them and living together, which made them naturally more gentle and familiar. One of the harshest punishments for a slave who had committed an offense was to carry around the piece of wood used to support a wagon's pole through the neighborhood; once a slave had endured this humiliation and been seen by others, they lost all trust and credibility, earning the label of furcifer; "furca" being the Latin word for a prop or support.
When, therefore, Latinus had related his dream, and the senators were considering who this disagreeable and ungainly dancer could be, some of the company, having been struck with the strangeness of the punishment, called to mind and mentioned the miserable slave who was lashed through the streets and afterward put to death. The priests, when consulted, confirmed the conjecture; the master was punished; and orders given for a new celebration of the procession and the spectacles in honor of the god. Numa, in other respects also a wise arranger of religious offices, would seem to have been especially judicious in his direction, with a view to the attentiveness of the people, that, when the magistrates or priests performed any divine worship, a herald should go before, and proclaim with a loud voice, Hoc age, Do this you are about, and so warn them to mind whatever sacred action they were engaged in, and not suffer any business or worldly avocation to disturb and interrupt it; most of the things which men do of this kind, being in a manner forced from them, and effected by constraint. It is usual with the Romans to recommence their sacrifices and processions and spectacles, not only upon such a cause as this, but for any slighter reason. If but one of the horses which drew the chariots called Tensae, upon which the images of their gods were placed, happened to fail and falter, or if the driver took hold of the reins with his left hand, they would decree that the whole operation should commence anew; and, in latter ages, one and the same sacrifice was performed thirty times over, because of the occurrence of some defect or mistake or accident in the service. Such was the Roman reverence and caution in religious matters.
When Latinus shared his dream, the senators were trying to figure out who this awkward dancer could be. Some in the group recalled the unfortunate slave who had been whipped through the streets and later executed. The priests confirmed their suspicion when asked; the master was punished; and orders were given for a new celebration of the procession and events in honor of the god. Numa, known for his wise organization of religious ceremonies, seemed particularly smart in ensuring that the people remained attentive. He instructed that when magistrates or priests conducted divine worship, a herald should go ahead and loudly proclaim, "Hoc age," which means "Do this," reminding everyone to focus on the sacred actions and not let any mundane tasks interrupt them, since many of these actions seemed to be done out of obligation rather than genuine intent. It's common for the Romans to restart their sacrifices, processions, and spectacles not only for major reasons like this but also for lesser ones. If just one of the horses pulling the Tensae chariots, which carried the images of their gods, stumbled, or if the driver held the reins with his left hand, they would decide to start the entire operation over. In later times, they even performed the same sacrifice thirty times due to some defect, mistake, or accident in the ritual. This shows the Roman's deep respect and meticulousness in religious matters.
Marcius and Tullus were now secretly discoursing of their project with the chief men of Antium, advising them to invade the Romans while they were at variance among themselves. And when shame appeared to hinder them from embracing the motion, as they had sworn to a truce and cessation of arms for the space of two years, the Romans themselves soon furnished them with a pretense, by making proclamation, out of some jealousy or slanderous report, in the midst of the spectacles, that all the Volscians who had come to see them should depart the city before sunset. Some affirm that this was a contrivance of Marcius, who sent a man privately to the consuls, falsely to accuse the Volscians of intending to fall upon the Romans during the games, and to set the city on fire. This public affront roused and inflamed their hostility to the Romans, and Tullus, perceiving it, made his advantage of it, aggravating the fact, and working on their indignation, till he persuaded them, at last, to dispatch ambassadors to Rome, requiring the Romans to restore that part of their country and those towns which they had taken from the Volscians in the late war. When the Romans heard the message, they indignantly replied, that the Volscians were the first that took up arms, but the Romans would be the last to lay them down. This answer being brought back, Tullus called a general assembly of the Volscians; and the vote passing for a war, he then proposed that they should call in Marcius, laying aside the remembrance of former grudges, and assuring themselves that the services they should now receive from him as a friend and associate, would abundantly outweigh any harm or damage he had done them when he was their enemy. Marcius was accordingly summoned, and having made his entrance, and spoken to the people, won their good opinion of his capacity, his skill, counsel, and boldness, not less by his present words than by his past actions. They joined him in commission with Tullus, to have full power as general of their forces in all that related to the war. And he, fearing lest the time that would be requisite to bring all the Volscians together in full preparation might be so long as to lose him the opportunity of action, left order with the chief persons and magistrates of the city to provide other things, while he himself, prevailing upon the most forward to assemble and march out with him as volunteers without staying to be enrolled, made a sudden inroad into the Roman confines, when nobody expected him, and possessed himself of so much booty, that the Volscians found they had more than they could either carry away or use in the camp. The abundance of provision which he gained, and the waste and havoc of the country which he made, were, however, of themselves and in his account, the smallest results of that invasion; the great mischief he intended, and his special object in all, was to increase at Rome the suspicions entertained of the patricians, and to make them upon worse terms with the people. With this view, while spoiling all the fields and destroying the property of other men, he took special care to preserve their farms and lands untouched, and would not allow his soldiers to ravage there, or seize upon anything which belonged to them. From hence their invectives and quarrels against one another broke out afresh, and rose to a greater height than ever; the senators reproaching those of the commonalty with their late injustice to Marcius; while the plebeians, on their side, did not hesitate to accuse them of having, out of spite and revenge, solicited him to this enterprise, and thus, when others were involved in the miseries of a war by their means, they sat like unconcerned spectators, as being furnished with a guardian and protector abroad of their wealth and fortunes, in the very person of the public enemy. After this incursion and exploit, which was of great advantage to the Volscians, as they learned by it to grow more hardy and to contemn their enemy, Marcius drew them off, and returned in safety.
Marcius and Tullus were now secretly discussing their plan with the leaders of Antium, advising them to attack the Romans while they were in conflict with each other. When they hesitated due to feelings of shame for swearing a truce for two years, the Romans soon provided them with a reason to act. During a public event, they announced, out of jealousy or false rumors, that all Volscians present should leave the city by sunset. Some say this was a scheme by Marcius, who sent someone to the consuls to falsely accuse the Volscians of planning to attack the Romans during the games and set the city on fire. This public insult stirred up their anger towards the Romans, and Tullus, seeing this, took advantage of the situation, amplifying their outrage until he convinced them to send ambassadors to Rome, demanding the return of their land and towns that the Romans had taken in the recent war. When the Romans received this message, they angrily replied that the Volscians were the first to take up arms, but the Romans would be the last to lay them down. Upon hearing this response, Tullus called a general assembly of the Volscians; with a vote for war, he then suggested they bring Marcius back, putting aside past grudges, and reassuring them that the help they would receive from him now as an ally would far outweigh any harm he had caused them before. Marcius was invited, and after entering and speaking to the people, he earned their trust due to his abilities, knowledge, and bravery, demonstrated through both his words and past actions. They appointed him alongside Tullus, granting him full power as a general for the war. Concerned that gathering all the Volscians might take too long, risking lost opportunities, he arranged with the city’s leaders to prepare other matters while he rallied the most eager volunteers to march out with him immediately without waiting to be formally enlisted. Unexpectedly, he led a surprise raid into Roman territory, capturing so much loot that the Volscians found they couldn't carry or use it all. The abundance of supplies he gathered, along with the destruction he caused, were not even the main goals of his attack; his true aim was to fuel suspicions against the patricians in Rome and worsen their relationship with the common people. To achieve this, while pillaging farms and destroying others' properties, he made sure to leave the farms of certain people untouched and forbade his soldiers from damaging their lands or taking anything that belonged to them. As a result, tensions flared up again between the two groups, reaching new heights; senators accused the common people of their recent injustice towards Marcius, while the plebeians retaliated by accusing the patricians of orchestrating this attack out of spite, all while they remained comfortably distanced from the war’s devastation, as they had Marcius—an enemy of the state—as a guardian of their wealth. After this successful raid, which boosted the Volscians' confidence against their enemy, Marcius withdrew and returned safely.
But when the whole strength of the Volscians was brought together into the field, with great expedition and alacrity, it appeared so considerable a body, that they agreed to leave part in garrison, for the security of their towns, and with the other part to march against the Romans. Marcius now desired Tullus to choose which of the two charges would be most agreeable to him. Tullus answered, that since he knew Marcius to be equally valiant with himself, and far more fortunate, he would have him take the command of those that were going out to the war, while he made it his care to defend their cities at home, and provide all conveniences for the army abroad. Marcius thus reinforced, and much stronger than before, moved first towards the city called Circaeum, a Roman colony. He received its surrender, and did the inhabitants no injury; passing thence, he entered and laid waste the country of the Latins, where he expected the Romans would meet him, as the Latins were their confederates and allies, and had often sent to demand succors from them. The people, however, on their part, showing little inclination for the service, and the consuls themselves being unwilling to run the hazard of a battle, when the time of their office was almost ready to expire, they dismissed the Latin ambassadors without any effect; so that Marcius, finding no army to oppose him, marched up to their cities, and, having taken by force Toleria, Lavici, Peda, and Bola, all of which offered resistance, not only plundered their houses, but made a prey likewise of their persons. Meantime, he showed particular regard for all such as came over to his party, and, for fear they might sustain any damage against his will, encamped at the greatest distance he could, and wholly abstained from the lands of their property.
But when the full force of the Volscians assembled in the field, quickly and enthusiastically, it became a substantial group. They decided to leave some behind to secure their towns while the rest would march against the Romans. Marcius then asked Tullus to choose which role he preferred. Tullus replied that since he recognized Marcius as equally brave but much luckier, he wanted Marcius to lead the troops going to war, while he would focus on defending their cities and ensuring all necessary supplies for the army abroad. With this reinforcement, Marcius, now much stronger than before, first headed towards the city of Circaeum, a Roman colony. He received its surrender without harming the inhabitants; then he moved on and devastated the lands of the Latins, expecting the Romans to confront him since the Latins were their allies and had frequently asked for assistance. However, the Latins showed little willingness to fight, and the consuls were reluctant to risk a battle with their term almost over, so they sent the Latin ambassadors away without any support. With no army to challenge him, Marcius advanced to their cities, capturing Toleria, Lavici, Peda, and Bola by force. These cities resisted him, and he not only looted their homes but also took people as captives. Meanwhile, he paid particular attention to those who joined his side, camping as far away as possible to protect them from any harm and completely avoiding their lands.
After, however, that he had made himself master of Bola, a town not above ten miles from Rome, where he found great treasure, and put almost all the adults to the sword; and when, on this, the other Volscians that were ordered to stay behind and protect their cities, hearing of his achievements and success, had not patience to remain any longer at home, but came hastening in their arms to Marcius, saying that he alone was their general and the sole commander they would own; with all this, his name and renown spread throughout all Italy, and universal wonder prevailed at the sudden and mighty revolution in the fortunes of two nations which the loss and the accession of a single man had effected.
After he took control of Bola, a town not more than ten miles from Rome, where he found a great treasure and executed almost all the adults, the other Volscians left behind to protect their cities, hearing of his achievements and success, couldn't stand to stay home any longer. They rushed in armed to Marcius, declaring that he alone was their leader and the only commander they would follow. With all this, his name and fame spread throughout all of Italy, and there was widespread amazement at the sudden and dramatic change in the fortunes of two nations caused by the loss and gain of a single man.
All at Rome was in great disorder; they were utterly averse from fighting, and spent their whole time in cabals and disputes and reproaches against each other; until news was brought that the enemy had laid close siege to Lavinium, where were the images and sacred things of their tutelar gods, and from whence they derived the origin of their nation, that being the first city which Aeneas built in Italy. These tidings produced a change as universal as it was extraordinary in the thoughts inclinations of the people, but occasioned a yet stranger revulsion of feeling among the patricians. The people now were for repealing the sentence against Marcius, an calling him back into the city; whereas the senate, being assembled to preconsider the decree, opposed and finally rejected the proposal, either out of the mere humor of contradicting and withstanding the people in whatever they should desire, or because they were unwilling, perhaps, that he should owe his restoration to their kindness or having now conceived a displeasure against Marcius himself, who was bringing distress upon all alike, though he had not been ill treated by all, and was become, declared enemy to his whole country, though he knew well enough that the principal and all the better men condoled with him, and suffered in his injuries.
Everything in Rome was in great chaos; the people completely avoided fighting and spent all their time in arguments, disputes, and blaming one another. Then news arrived that the enemy had laid siege to Lavinium, home to the images and sacred items of their patron gods, and the place where their nation originated, as it was the first city that Aeneas built in Italy. This news caused a remarkable and universal shift in the people's thoughts and feelings, but it sparked an even stranger reaction among the patricians. The people now wanted to overturn the sentence against Marcius and call him back to the city; however, the senate, gathered to consider the decree, opposed and ultimately rejected the idea. This might have been due to their tendency to contradict the people's wishes or perhaps because they didn't want Marcius to owe his return to their kindness. It’s also possible they felt animosity towards Marcius, who was causing distress for everyone, even though not everyone had treated him poorly; he had become a declared enemy of his own country, despite knowing that the principal and more honorable citizens sympathized with him and shared in his suffering.
This resolution of theirs being made public, the people could proceed no further, having no authority to pass anything by suffrage, and enact it for a law, without a previous decree from the senate. When Marcius heard of this, he was more exasperated than ever, and, quitting the seige of Lavinium, marched furiously towards Rome, and encamped at a place called the Cluilian ditches, about five miles from the city. The nearness of his approach did, indeed, create much terror and disturbance, yet it also ended their dissensions for the present; as nobody now, whether consul or senator, durst any longer contradict the people in their design of recalling Marcius but, seeing their women running affrighted up and down the streets, and the old men at prayer in every temple with tears and supplications, and that, in short, there was a general absence among them both of courage and wisdom to provide for their own safety, they came at last to be all of one mind, that the people had been in the right to propose as they did a reconciliation with Marcius, and that the senate was guilty of a fatal error to begin a quarrel with him when it was a time to forget offenses, and they should have studied rather to appease him. It was, therefore, unanimously agreed by all parties, that ambassadors should be dispatched, offering him return to his country, and desiring he would free them from the terrors and distresses of the war. The persons sent by the senate with this message were chosen out of his kindred and acquaintance, who naturally expected a very kind reception at their first interview, upon the score of that relation and their old familiarity and friendship with him; in which, however, they were much mistaken. Being led through the enemy’s camp, they found him sitting in state amidst the chief men of the Volscians, looking insupportably proud and arrogant. He bade them declare the cause of their coming, which they did in the most gentle and tender terms, and with a behavior suitable to their language. When they had made an end of speaking, he returned them a sharp answer, full of bitterness and angry resentment, as to what concerned himself, and the ill usage he had received from them; but as general of the Volscians, he demanded restitution of the cities and the lands which had been seized upon during the late war, and that the same rights and franchises should be granted them at Rome, which had been before accorded to the Latins; since there could be no assurance that a peace would be firm and lasting, without fair and just conditions on both sides. He allowed them thirty days to consider and resolve.
Once their resolution was made public, the people couldn't move forward, as they had no authority to pass anything by vote and make it a law without a prior decree from the senate. When Marcius heard about this, he was even more furious and, leaving the siege of Lavinium, marched angrily toward Rome and set up camp at a place called the Cluilian ditches, about five miles from the city. His close approach indeed created a lot of fear and chaos, but it also put an end to their disagreements for the time being; no one, whether consul or senator, dared to oppose the people’s wish to recall Marcius. They saw their women running scared through the streets, and the elderly praying in every temple with tears and pleas. In short, there was a total lack of both courage and wisdom among them to secure their own safety, leading everyone to finally agree that the people were right to propose reconciliation with Marcius and that the senate had made a serious mistake by starting a conflict with him when it was a time to let go of past grievances and should have focused on appeasing him instead. Therefore, it was unanimously decided by all parties that ambassadors should be sent to offer him a return to his country and ask him to relieve them from the fears and troubles of war. The individuals sent by the senate were chosen from his family and friends, who naturally expected a warm reception since they had a personal connection and a history of friendship with him; however, they were quite mistaken. As they were led through the enemy's camp, they found him sitting grandly among the top leaders of the Volscians, looking incredibly proud and arrogant. He told them to explain why they were there, which they did in the gentlest and most caring way possible, with behaviors to match their words. After they finished speaking, he responded with a sharp answer, filled with bitterness and anger about how he had been treated by them; but as the general of the Volscians, he demanded the return of the cities and lands that had been taken during the recent war, and that the same rights and privileges should be granted to them in Rome that had previously been given to the Latins since there could be no guarantee of a solid and lasting peace without fair and just terms on both sides. He gave them thirty days to consider and respond.
The ambassadors being departed, he withdrew his forces out of the Roman territory. This, those of the Volscians who had long envied his reputation, and could not endure to see the influence he had with the people laid hold of, as the first matter of complaint against him. Among them was also Tullus himself, not for any wrong done him personally by Marcius, but through the weakness incident to human nature. He could not help feeling mortified to find his own glory thus totally obscured, and himself overlooked and neglected now by the Volscians, who had so great an opinion of their new leader that he alone was all to them, while other captains, they thought, should be content with that share of power, which he might think fit to accord. From hence the first seeds of complaint and accusation were scattered about in secret, and the malcontents met and heightened each other’s indignation, saying, that to retreat as he did was in effect to betray and deliver up, though not their cities and their arms, yet what was as bad, the critical times and opportunities for action, on which depend the preservation or the loss of everything else; since in less than thirty days’ space, for which he had given a respite from the war, there might happen the greatest changes in the world. Yet Marcius spent not any part of the time idly, but attacked the confederates of the enemy ravaged their land, and took from them seven great and populous cities in that interval. The Romans, in the meanwhile, durst not venture out to their relief; but were utterly fearful, and showed no more disposition or capacity for action, than if their bodies had been struck with a palsy, and become destitute of sense and motion. But when the thirty days were expired, and Marcius appeared again with his whole army, they sent another embassy- to beseech him that he would moderate his displeasure, and would withdraw the Volscian army, and then make any proposals he thought best for both parties; the Romans would make no concessions to menaces, but if it were his opinion that the Volscians ought to have any favor shown them, upon laying down their arms they might obtain all they could in reason desire.
After the ambassadors left, he pulled his troops out of Roman territory. This move was quickly seized upon by the Volscians, who had long envied his reputation and couldn’t stand to see the influence he had over the people. Among them was Tullus himself, not because Marcius had personally wronged him, but because of the weakness of human nature. He couldn’t help but feel humiliated to see his own glory overshadowed and himself ignored and neglected by the Volscians, who held their new leader in such high regard that he was everything to them, while they thought other captains should be satisfied with whatever power he chose to grant them. This laid the groundwork for the first whispers of complaint and accusations that spread in secret, as the discontented gathered and fueled each other's anger, claiming that withdrawing as he did was essentially betraying them by giving up not just their cities and arms but also the crucial moments and opportunities for action that were vital for their survival; in less than thirty days, which he had given as a break from war, the world might change dramatically. However, Marcius didn’t waste any of that time; he attacked the enemy's allies, ravaged their land, and seized seven large, populated cities during that time. Meanwhile, the Romans did not dare to come to their aid; they were completely terrified, showing no more readiness or ability to act than if they had been struck by paralysis, devoid of feeling and motion. But once the thirty days were over and Marcius returned with his entire army, they sent another delegation to ask him to temper his anger and withdraw the Volscian army, suggesting he propose whatever he thought was best for both sides. The Romans would not concede to threats, but if he believed the Volscians deserved any leniency, they could receive everything reasonably desired in exchange for laying down their arms.
The reply of Marcius was, that he should make no answer to this as general of the Volscians, but, in the quality still of a Roman citizen, he would advise and exhort them, as the case stood, not to carry it so high, but think rather of just compliance, and return to him, before three days were at an end, with a ratification of his previous demands; otherwise, they must understand that they could not have any further freedom of passing through his camp upon idle errands.
Marcius replied that he wouldn't respond to this as the general of the Volscians, but as a Roman citizen, he wanted to advise and encourage them not to push things too far. Instead, they should consider a fair agreement and return to him within three days with confirmation of his earlier demands. Otherwise, they should know that they wouldn't be allowed to pass through his camp for pointless errands anymore.
When the ambassadors were come back, and had acquainted the senate with the answer, seeing the whole state now threatened as it were by a tempest, and the waves ready to overwhelm them, they were forced, as we say in extreme perils, to let down the sacred anchor. A decree was made, that the whole order of their priests, those who initiated in the mysteries or had the custody of them, and those who, according to the ancient practice of the country, divined from birds, should all and every one of them go in full procession to Marcius with their pontifical array, and the dress and habit which they respectively used in their several functions, and should urge him, as before, to withdraw his forces, and then treat with his countrymen in favor of the Volscians. He consented so far, indeed, as to give the deputation an admittance into his camp, but granted nothing at all, nor so much as expressed himself more mildly; but, without capitulating or receding, bade them once for all choose whether they would yield or fight, since the old terms were the only terms of peace. When this solemn application proved ineffectual, the priests, too, returning unsuccessful, they determined to sit still within the city, and keep watch about their walls, intending only to repulse the enemy, should he offer to attack them, and placing their hopes chiefly in time and in extraordinary accidents of fortune; as to themselves, they felt incapable of doing any thing for their own deliverance; mere confusion and terror and ill-boding reports possessed the whole city; till at last a thing happened not unlike what we so often find represented, without, however, being accepted as true by people in general, in Homer. On some great and unusual occasion we find him say: —
When the ambassadors returned and informed the senate of the response, they saw the entire state threatened like a storm, with waves ready to drown them. They were forced, as we say in desperate situations, to let down the sacred anchor. A decree was made that all their priests, including those who initiated others into the mysteries or held their custody, and those who divined from birds according to the ancient customs, should go in full procession to Marcius in their ceremonial attire and the garments associated with their specific roles. They were to urge him, as before, to withdraw his forces and then negotiate with his countrymen in favor of the Volscians. He allowed the delegation into his camp but agreed to nothing and didn’t even soften his stance; rather, without negotiating or backing down, he told them to choose once and for all whether they would surrender or fight, as the old terms were the only ones for peace. When this serious appeal proved ineffective and the priests returned unsuccessful, they decided to stay put in the city and keep watch over their walls, planning only to repel the enemy if he tried to attack them, placing their hopes mainly on time and extraordinary turns of fate. They felt helpless to do anything for their own salvation; confusion, fear, and ominous reports filled the whole city, until finally something occurred not unlike what we often see depicted, though generally not taken as true by the public, in Homer. In a significant and unusual instance, we find him saying: —
But him the blue-eyed goddess did inspire;
But the blue-eyed goddess did inspire him;
and elsewhere: —
and other places: —
But some immortal turned my mind away,
To think what others of the deed would say;
But some immortal distracted me,
To consider what others would think about the action;
and again: —
and again: —
Were ’t his own thought or were ’t a god’s command.
Was it his own thought or was it a god's command?
People are apt, in such passages, to censure and disregard the poet, as if, by the introduction of mere impossibilities and idle fictions, he were denying the action of a man’s own deliberate thought and free choice; which is not, in the least, the case in Homer’s representation, where the ordinary, probable, and habitual conclusions that common reason leads to are continually ascribed to our own direct agency. He certainly says frequently enough: —
People tend to criticize and overlook the poet in these instances, as if by including impossible situations and fanciful stories, he's denying the role of a person's own deliberate thought and free will; which is not true at all in Homer's portrayal, where the usual, likely, and habitual conclusions that common sense leads to are consistently attributed to our own direct actions. He certainly says often enough: —
But I consulted with my own great soul;
But I consulted with my own great spirit;
or, as in another passage: —
or, as in another passage: —
He spoke. Achilles, with quick pain possessed,
Revolved two purposes in his strong breast;
He spoke. Achilles, filled with sudden pain,
Thought about two options in his strong heart;
and in a third: —
and in the third: —
— Yet never to her wishes won
The just mind of the brave Bellerophon.
— Yet he never fulfilled her wishes
The noble heart of the brave Bellerophon.
But where the act is something out of the way and extraordinary, and seems in a manner to demand some impulse of divine possession and sudden inspiration to account for it here he does introduce divine agency, not to destroy, but to prompt the human will; not to create in us another agency, but offering images to stimulate our own; images that in no sort or kind make our action involuntary, but give occasion rather to spontaneous action, aided and sustained by feelings of confidence and hope. For either we must totally dismiss and exclude divine influences from every kind of causality and origination in what we do, or else what other way can we conceive in which divine aid and cooperation can act? Certainly we cannot suppose that the divine beings actually and literally turn our bodies and direct our hands and our feet this way or that, to do what is right: it is obvious that they must actuate the practical and elective element of our nature, by certain initial occasions, by images presented to the imagination, and thoughts suggested to the mind, such either as to excite it to, or avert and withhold it from, any particular course.
But when an action is unusual and extraordinary, it seems to call for some divine inspiration or sudden insight to explain it. Here, divine influence is introduced, not to override our human will, but to encourage it; not to create a new force within us, but to provide us with images that spark our own actions. These images do not make our actions involuntary; instead, they offer opportunities for spontaneous action, supported by feelings of confidence and hope. We must either completely rule out divine influences from all causality and initiation in our actions, or we need to consider how divine assistance and cooperation can operate. We certainly cannot assume that divine beings literally move our bodies or direct our hands and feet to do what is right. It’s clear that they must engage the practical and choosing aspects of our nature through specific prompts, by presenting images to our imagination and suggesting thoughts to our minds, either to motivate us toward a certain path or to steer us away from it.
In the perplexity which I have described, the Roman women went, some to other temples, but the greater part, and the ladies of highest rank, to the altar of Jupiter Capitolinus. Among these suppliants was Valeria, sister to the great Poplicola, who did the Romans eminent service both in peace and war. Poplicola himself was now deceased, as is told in the history of his life; but Valeria lived still, and enjoyed great respect and honor at Rome, her life and conduct no way disparaging her birth. She, suddenly seized with the sort of instinct or emotion of mind which I have described, and happily lighting, not without divine guidance, on the right expedient, both rose herself, and bade the others rise, and went directly with them to the house of Volumnia, the mother of Marcius. And coming in and finding her sitting with her daughter-in- law, and with her little grandchildren on her lap, Valeria, then surrounded by her female companions, spoke in the name of them all:—
In the confusion I described, the Roman women went to various temples, but most of them, especially the women of highest rank, went to the altar of Jupiter Capitolinus. Among these petitioners was Valeria, sister of the great Poplicola, who served the Romans well in both peace and war. Poplicola himself had passed away, as mentioned in the history of his life; however, Valeria was still alive and held in high regard in Rome, her life and actions reflecting her noble birth. Suddenly, inspired by a strong emotion I mentioned before, and thankfully guided by divine support to the right solution, she stood up, encouraged the others to rise, and led them straight to the home of Volumnia, the mother of Marcius. Upon entering, she found Volumnia sitting with her daughter-in-law and little grandchildren on her lap. Surrounded by her female companions, Valeria spoke for them all:—
“We that now make our appearance, O Volumnia, and you, Vergilia, are come as mere women to women, not by direction of the senate, or an order from the consuls, or the appointment of any other magistrate; but the divine being himself, as I conceive, moved to compassion by prayers, prompted us to visit you in a body, and request a thing on which our own and the common safety depends, and which, if you consent to it, will raise your glory above that of the daughters of the Sabines, who won over their fathers and their husbands from mortal enmity to peace and friendship. Arise and come with us to Marcius; join in our supplication, and bear for your country this true and just testimony on her behalf: that, notwithstanding the many mischiefs that have been done her, yet she has never outraged you, nor so much as thought of treating you ill, in all her resentment, but does now restore you safe into his hands, though there be small likelihood she should obtain from him any equitable terms.”
“We who are here now, O Volumnia, and you, Vergilia, have come as simple women to women, not at the request of the senate, or by order of the consuls, or through any other official’s appointment; it’s the divine being himself, I believe, moved by our prayers, who encouraged us to come together and ask you for something that affects both our safety and the common good. If you agree to this, it will elevate your glory above that of the Sabine women, who succeeded in turning their fathers and husbands from hatred to peace and friendship. Rise and come with us to Marcius; join our plea and carry this true and just message for your country: that despite all the wrongs that have been done to her, she has never harmed you or even contemplated mistreating you, even in her anger, but is now returning you safely into his hands, though there’s little chance she’ll receive any fair terms from him.”
The words of Valeria were seconded by the acclamations of the other women, to which Volumnia made answer:—
The words of Valeria were supported by the cheers of the other women, to which Volumnia replied:—
“I and Vergilia, my countrywomen, have an equal share with you all in the common miseries, and we have the additional sorrow, which is wholly ours, that we have lost the merit and good fame of Marcius, and see his person confined, rather than protected, by the arms of the enemy. Yet I account this the greatest of all misfortunes, if indeed the affairs of Rome be sunk to so feeble a state as to have their last dependence upon us. For it is hardly imaginable he should have any consideration left for us, when he has no regard for the country which he was wont to prefer before his mother and wife and children. Make use, however, of our service; and lead us, if you please, to him; we are able, if nothing more, at least to spend our last breath in making suit to him for our country.”
"Vergilia and I, my fellow countrywomen, share equally in the common suffering, and we have the added pain of losing the honor and good reputation of Marcius while witnessing him being held captive instead of being protected by our enemies. I consider this the greatest misfortune, especially if the situation in Rome has become so weak that it relies on us. It's hard to believe he would still care about us when he no longer values the country he once prioritized over his mother, wife, and children. Nonetheless, please use our support; if you want, lead us to him. We may not have much to offer, but we can at least spend our last breath advocating for our country."
Having spoken thus, she took Vergilia by the hand, and the young children, and so accompanied them to the Volscian camp. So lamentable a sight much affected the enemies themselves, who viewed them in respectful silence. Marcius was then sitting in his place, with his chief officers about him, and, seeing the party of women advance toward them, wondered what should be the matter; but perceiving at length that his mother was at the head of them, he would fain have hardened himself in his former inexorable temper, but, overcome by his feelings, and confounded at what he saw, he did not endure they should approach him sitting in state, but came down hastily to meet them, saluting his mother first, and embracing her a long time, and then his wife and children, sparing neither tears nor caresses, but suffering himself to be borne away and carried headlong, as it were, by the impetuous violence of his passion.
After saying this, she took Vergilia by the hand, along with the young children, and led them to the Volscian camp. The sight was so heartbreaking that it affected even the enemies, who watched in respectful silence. Marcius was sitting in his designated spot with his top officers around him. When he saw the group of women approaching, he wondered what was happening. But when he realized his mother was leading them, he tried to stay tough and stick to his earlier hard-heartedness. However, overwhelmed by his emotions and shocked by what he saw, he couldn’t stay seated in his formal position. He quickly got up to meet them, greeting his mother first, hugging her tightly for a long time, and then his wife and children, letting himself cry and show affection, completely swept away by the intensity of his feelings.
When he had satisfied himself, and observed that his mother Volumnia was desirous to say something, the Volscian council being first called in, he heard her to the following effect: “Our dress and our very persons, my son, might tell you, though we should say nothing ourselves, in how forlorn a condition we have lived at home since your banishment and absence from us; and now consider with yourself, whether we may not pass for the most unfortunate of all women, to have that sight, which should be the sweetest that we could see, converted, through I know not what fatality, to one of all others the most formidable and dreadful, — Volumnia to behold her son, and Vergilia her husband, in arms against the walls of Rome. Even prayer itself, whence others gain comfort and relief in all manner of misfortunes, is that which most adds to our confusion and distress; since our best wishes are inconsistent with themselves, nor can we at the same time petition the gods for Rome’s victory and your preservation, but what the worst of our enemies would imprecate as a curse, is the very object of our vows. Your wife and children are under the sad necessity, that they must either be deprived of you, or of their native soil. As for myself, I am resolved not to wait till war shall determine this alternative for me; but if I cannot prevail with you to prefer amity and concord to quarrel and hostility, and to be the benefactor to both parties, rather than the destroyer of one of them, be assured of this from me, and reckon steadfastly upon it, that you shall not be able to reach your country, unless you trample first upon the corpse of her that brought you into life. For it will be ill in me to wait and loiter in the world till the day come wherein I shall see a child of mine, either led in triumph by his own countrymen, or triumphing over them. Did I require you to save your country by ruining the Volscians, then, I confess, my son, the case would be hard for you to solve. It is base to bring destitution on our fellow- citizens; it is unjust to betray those who have placed their confidence in us. But, as it is, we do but desire a deliverance equally expedient for them and us; only more glorious and honorable on the Volscian side, who, as superior in arms, will be thought freely to bestow the two greatest of blessings, peace and friendship, even when they themselves receive the same. If we obtain these, the common thanks will be chiefly due to you as the principal cause; but if they be not granted, you alone must expect to bear the blame from both nations. The chance of all war is uncertain, yet thus much is certain in the present, that you, by conquering Rome, will only get the reputation of having undone your country; but if the Volscians happen to be defeated under your conduct, then the world will say, that, to satisfy a revengeful humor, you brought misery on your friends and patrons.”
When he had finished his thoughts and noticed that his mother Volumnia wanted to say something, he first called in the Volscian council and listened to her say: “Our clothes and even our appearances, my son, should tell you—without us saying anything—just how miserable we've been at home since your banishment and absence. Now think about whether we can be considered the most unfortunate women, to witness what should be the sweetest sight, turned—due to I know not what fate—into the most terrifying one imaginable: Volumnia seeing her son and Vergilia seeing her husband fighting against the walls of Rome. Even prayer, which brings comfort and relief to others in times of misfortune, only adds to our confusion and suffering, because our best wishes are at odds with one another. We cannot ask the gods for Rome’s victory and your safety at the same time; what our worst enemies would wish as a curse is exactly what we hope for in our prayers. Your wife and children face the sad dilemma of losing either you or their homeland. As for me, I'm not going to wait for war to decide this for me; if I can’t persuade you to choose peace and unity over conflict and hostility, and to be a benefactor to both sides instead of the destroyer of one, be assured of this: you will not be able to return home unless you first walk over the grave of the woman who gave you life. It would be wrong for me to wait around until the day comes when I see my child either paraded in triumph by his own people or triumphing over them. If I were asking you to save your country by destroying the Volscians, then I would admit that it would be difficult for you. It is dishonorable to bring ruin upon our fellow citizens, and it is wrong to betray those who have trusted us. But as it stands, we only desire a solution that benefits both them and us, though it would be more glorious and honorable for the Volscians, who, being stronger in arms, would be seen as generously granting the two greatest blessings: peace and friendship, even as they receive the same. If we achieve this, most of the thanks would rightly go to you as the main reason; but if it doesn’t happen, you will alone bear the blame from both nations. The outcome of all wars is uncertain, yet one thing is certain: by conquering Rome, you will earn the reputation of having ruined your own country; but if the Volscians lose under your leadership, the world will say that, to satisfy a vengeful desire, you brought suffering upon your friends and allies.”
Marcius listened to his mother while she spoke, without answering her a word; and Volumnia, seeing him stand mute also for a long time after she had ceased, resumed: “O my son,” said she, “what is the meaning of this silence? Is it a duty to postpone everything to a sense of injuries, and wrong to gratify a mother in a request like this? Is it the characteristic of a great man to remember wrongs that have been done him, and not the part of a great and good man to remember benefits such as those that children receive from parents, and to requite them with honor and respect? You, methinks, who are so relentless in the punishment of the ungrateful, should not be more careless than others to be grateful yourself. You have punished your country already; you have not yet paid your debt to me. Nature and religion, surely, unattended by any constraint, should have won your consent to petitions so worthy and so just as these; but if it must be so, I will even use my last resource.” Having said this, she threw herself down at his feet, as did also his wife and children; upon which Marcius, crying out, “O mother! what is it you have done to me?” raised her up from the ground, and pressing her right hand with more than ordinary vehemence, “You have gained a victory,” said he, “fortunate enough for the Romans, but destructive to your son; whom you, though none else, have defeated.” After which, and a little private conference with his mother and his wife, he sent them back again to Rome, as they desired of him.
Marcius listened to his mother while she spoke, without responding at all; and Volumnia, noticing he remained silent for a long time after she finished, continued: “Oh my son,” she said, “what’s with this silence? Is it right to put everything on hold over feelings of offense, and wrong to fulfill a mother's request like this? Is it a sign of a great man to hold onto past wrongs and not a mark of a great and good man to acknowledge the benefits children receive from their parents and repay them with honor and respect? You, it seems, who are so harsh on the ungrateful, shouldn’t be less mindful than others to show gratitude yourself. You’ve already punished your country; you haven’t yet repaid your debt to me. Nature and religion, clearly, should have compelled you to agree to requests as deserving and just as these; but if it must be this way, I will use my last option.” With that, she threw herself at his feet, as did his wife and children; Marcius then cried out, “Oh mother! What have you done to me?” and lifted her from the ground, pressing her right hand with unusual intensity, “You have won a victory,” he said, “fortunate for the Romans, but devastating for your son; you, and no one else, have defeated him.” Afterward, following a brief private talk with his mother and wife, he sent them back to Rome, as they had asked.
The next morning, he broke up his camp, and led the Volscians homeward, variously affected with what he had done; some of them complaining of him and condemning his act, others, who were inclined to a peaceful conclusion, unfavorable to neither. A third party, while much disliking his proceedings, yet could not look upon Marcius as a treacherous person, but thought it pardonable in him to be thus shaken and driven to surrender at last, under such compulsion. None, however, opposed his commands; they all obediently followed him, though rather from admiration of his virtue, than any regard they now had to his authority. The Roman people, meantime, more effectually manifested how much fear and danger they had been in while the war lasted, by their deportment after they were freed from it. Those that guarded the walls had no sooner given notice that the Volscians were dislodged and drawn off, but they set open all their temples in a moment, and began to crown themselves with garlands and prepare for sacrifice, as they were wont to do upon tidings brought of any signal victory. But the joy and transport of the whole city was chiefly remarkable in the honors and marks of affection paid to the women, as well by the senate as the people in general; every one declaring that they were, beyond all question, the instruments of the public safety. And the senate having passed a decree that whatsoever they would ask in the way of any favor or honor should be allowed and done for them by the magistrates, they demanded simply that a temple might be erected to Female Fortune, the expense of which they offered to defray out of their own contributions, if the city would be at the cost of sacrifices, and other matters pertaining to the due honor of the gods, out of the common treasury. The senate, much commending their public spirit, caused the temple to be built and a statue set up in it at the public charge; they, however, made up a sum among themselves, for a second image of Fortune, which the Romans say uttered, as it was putting up, words to this effect, “Blessed of the gods, O women, is your gift.”
The next morning, he packed up camp and led the Volscians home, with everyone feeling differently about what had happened; some were complaining and criticizing him, while others, who preferred a peaceful resolution, remained neutral. A third group, though they didn’t like his actions, didn’t consider Marcius to be a traitor; they saw it as understandable that he’d be pressured into surrendering under such circumstances. However, no one opposed his commands; they all followed him obediently, more out of respect for his character than out of concern for his authority. Meanwhile, the Roman people showed just how much fear and danger they had felt during the war by their behavior once it was over. As soon as the guards on the walls reported that the Volscians had moved away, everyone rushed to open their temples, put on garlands, and prepare for sacrifices, just like they did when they received news of a significant victory. The joy and excitement throughout the city were especially evident in the honors and gestures of affection given to the women, both by the senate and the general public; everyone agreed that they were definitely key to public safety. The senate then passed a decree allowing the women to ask for any favor or honor, which the magistrates would grant. They simply requested that a temple be built for Female Fortune, offering to pay for it themselves if the city would cover the cost of the sacrifices and other necessary expenses for honoring the gods from the public funds. The senate praised their public spirit and had the temple built along with a statue at public expense; however, the women gathered together some funds for a second statue of Fortune, which, according to the Romans, spoke as it was being erected, saying, “Blessed by the gods, O women, is your gift.”
These words they profess were repeated a second time, expecting our belief for what seems pretty nearly an impossibility. It may be possible enough, that statues may seem to sweat, and to run with tears, and to stand with certain dewy drops of a sanguine color; for timber and stones are frequently known to contract a kind of scurf and rottenness, productive of moisture; and various tints may form on the surfaces, both from within and from the action of the air outside; and by these signs it is not absurd to imagine that the deity may forewarn us. It may happen, also, that images and statues may sometimes make a noise not unlike that of a moan or groan, through a rupture or violent internal separation of the parts; but that an articulate voice, and such express words, and language so clear and exact and elaborate, should proceed from inanimate things, is, in my judgment, a thing utterly out of possibility. For it was never known that either the soul of man, or the deity himself, uttered vocal sounds and language, alone, without an organized body and members fitted for speech. But where history seems in a manner to force our assent by the concurrence of numerous and credible witnesses, we are to conclude that an impression distinct from sensation affects the imaginative part of our nature, and then carries away the judgment, so as to believe it to be a sensation: just as in sleep we fancy we see and hear, without really doing either. Persons, however, whose strong feelings of reverence to the deity, and tenderness for religion, will not allow them to deny or invalidate anything of this kind, have certainly a strong argument for their faith, in the wonderful and transcendent character of the divine power; which admits no manner of comparison with ours, either in its nature or its action, the modes or the strength of its operations. It is no contradiction to reason that it should do things that we cannot do, and effect what for us is impracticable: differing from us in all respects, in its acts yet more than in other points we may well believe it to be unlike us and remote from us. Knowledge of divine things for the most part, as Heraclitus says, is lost to us by incredulity.
These words they've stated were repeated a second time, expecting us to believe something that seems almost impossible. It might be possible that statues can appear to sweat, cry, or have certain dewy drops that look reddish; after all, wood and stone often develop a kind of scurf and rottenness that produces moisture, and various colors can form on their surfaces due to internal changes or reactions to the outside air. It's not unreasonable to think that the deity might be trying to warn us through these signs. It could also happen that images and statues occasionally make sounds that resemble moans or groans because of a rupture or a violent internal separation of their parts. However, the idea that inanimate things can produce articulate voices and clear, detailed language is, in my opinion, completely impossible. It's never been known for either a human soul or the deity itself to make vocal sounds and speak without a formed body and the necessary parts for speech. But when history seems to compel us to agree based on the support of many credible witnesses, we should conclude that something distinct from simple sensation impacts our imagination and leads us to believe it is genuine sensation, much like when we dream that we see and hear without actually doing so. People whose deep reverence for the deity and love for religion prevent them from denying or dismissing anything like this certainly have a strong argument for their faith in the remarkable and extraordinary nature of divine power, which can't be compared to ours, either in nature or action, or in the methods and strength of its workings. It's not unreasonable to think that it can do things we cannot and accomplish what is impossible for us; being different from us in every way, it's even more apparent in its actions that it is unlike us and distant from us. Knowledge of divine matters, for the most part, as Heraclitus says, is lost to us because of our disbelief.
When Marcius came back to Antium, Tullus, who thoroughly hated and greatly feared him, proceeded at once to contrive how he might immediately dispatch him; as, if he escaped now, he was never likely to give him such another advantage. Having, therefore, got together and suborned several partisans against him, he required Marcius to resign his charge, and give the Volscians all account of his administration. He, apprehending the danger of a private condition, while Tullus held the office of general and exercised the greatest power among his fellow- citizens, made answer, that he was ready to lay down his commission, whenever those from whose common authority he had received it, should think fit to recall it; and that in the meantime he was ready to give the Antiates satisfaction, as to all particulars of his conduct, if they were desirous of it.
When Marcius returned to Antium, Tullus, who absolutely hated and feared him, immediately began to plot how he could get rid of him; if he let him escape this time, he would never have another chance like this. So, having gathered a group of supporters against Marcius, he demanded that Marcius step down and account for his leadership to the Volscians. Marcius, realizing the danger of being a private citizen while Tullus held the position of general and had immense power among his fellow citizens, responded that he was willing to resign his commission whenever those who originally appointed him decided to revoke it. In the meantime, he was prepared to provide the Antiates with details about his actions if they wanted it.
An assembly was called, and popular speakers, as had been concerted, came forward to exasperate and incense the multitude; but when Marcius stood up to answer, the more unruly and tumultuous part of the people became quiet on a sudden, and out of reverence allowed him to speak without the least disturbance; while all the better people, and such as were satisfied with a peace, made it evident by their whole behavior, that they would give him a favorable hearing, and judge and pronounce according to equity.
A meeting was called, and popular speakers, as planned, stepped up to anger and rile up the crowd; but when Marcius stood to respond, the rowdier part of the people suddenly quieted down, and out of respect allowed him to speak without interruption. Meanwhile, the more upstanding members of the crowd, those who preferred peace, showed through their behavior that they were willing to listen favorably and judge fairly.
Tullus, therefore, began to dread the issue of the defense he was going to make for himself; for he was an admirable speaker, and the former services he had done the Volscians had procured and still preserved for him greater kindness than could be outweighed by any blame for his late conduct. Indeed, the very accusation itself was a proof and testimony of the greatness of his merits, since people could never have complained or thought themselves wronged, because Rome was not brought into their power, but that by his means they had come so near to taking it. For these reasons, the conspirators judged it prudent not to make any further delays, nor to test the general feeling; but the boldest of their faction, crying out that they ought not to listen to a traitor, nor allow him still to retain office and play the tyrant among them, fell upon Marcius in a body, and slew him there, none of those that were present offering to defend him. But it quickly appeared that the action was in nowise approved by the majority of the Volscians, who hurried out of their several cities to show respect to his corpse; to which they gave honorable interment, adorning his sepulchre with arms and trophies, as the monument of a noble hero and a famous general. When the Romans heard tidings of his death, they gave no other signification either of honor or of anger towards him, but simply granted the request of the women, that they might put themselves into mourning and bewail him for ten months, as the usage was upon the loss of a father or a son or a brother; that being the period fixed for the longest lamentation by the laws of Numa Pompilius, as is more amply told in the account of him.
Tullus started to worry about how he would defend himself because he was a great speaker, and the past services he had given to the Volscians earned him more goodwill than any blame for his recent actions could overshadow. In fact, the very accusation against him served as proof of his significant merits, since people wouldn't have complained or felt wronged that Rome wasn't taken because of him almost leading them to conquer it. For these reasons, the conspirators decided it was wise not to delay further or gauge public opinion; the boldest among them shouted that they shouldn't listen to a traitor or allow him to keep his position and act like a tyrant, and they attacked Marcius en masse, killing him on the spot, with no one stepping up to defend him. However, it soon became clear that most of the Volscians did not approve of this act, as they rushed out from their cities to honor his corpse, giving it a respectful burial, and decorating his tomb with arms and trophies as a tribute to a noble hero and a renowned general. When the Romans learned of his death, they showed no particular signs of honor or anger towards him but simply granted the request of the women to mourn for him for ten months, as was customary after losing a father, brother, or son; this being the length of the longest mourning period set by the laws of Numa Pompilius, as elaborated in his account.
Marcius was no sooner deceased, but the Volscians felt the need of his assistance. They quarreled first with the Aequians, their confederates and their friends, about the appointment of the general of their joint forces, and carried their dispute to the length of bloodshed and slaughter; and were then defeated by the Romans in a pitched battle, where not only Tullus lost his life, but the principal flower of their whole army was cut in pieces; so that they were forced to submit and accept of peace upon very dishonorable terms, becoming subjects of Rome, and pledging themselves to submission.
As soon as Marcius died, the Volscians realized they needed his help. They first argued with the Aequians, their allies and friends, over who would be the general of their combined forces, escalating their dispute to the point of bloodshed. Then, they were defeated by the Romans in a major battle, where not only Tullus lost his life, but a significant part of their entire army was killed. As a result, they had no choice but to yield and accept peace on very dishonorable terms, becoming subjects of Rome and promising to submit.
COMPARISON OF ALCIBIADES WITH CORIOLANUS
Having described all their actions that seem to deserve commemoration, their military ones, we may say, incline the balance very decidedly upon neither side. They both, in pretty equal measure, displayed on numerous occasions the daring and courage of the soldier, and the skill and foresight of the general; unless, indeed, the fact that Alcibiades was victorious and successful in many contests both by sea and land, ought to gain him the title of a more complete commander. That so long as they remained and held command in their respective countries, they eminently sustained, and when they were driven into exile, yet more eminently damaged the fortunes of those countries, is common to both. All the sober citizens felt disgust at the petulance, the low flattery, and base seductions which Alcibiades, in his public life, allowed himself to employ with the view of winning the people’s favor; and the ungraciousness, pride, and oligarchical haughtiness which Marcius, on the other hand, displayed in his, were the abhorrence of the Roman populace. Neither of these courses can be called commendable; but a man who ingratiates himself by indulgence and flattery, is hardly so censurable as one who, to avoid the appearance of flattering, insults. To seek power by servility to the people is a disgrace, but to maintain it by terror, violence, and oppression, is not a disgrace only, but an injustice.
Having outlined all their actions that seem worthy of recognition, their military ones notably tilt the scale neither way. Both of them, in almost equal amounts, showed on many occasions the bravery and boldness of a soldier, along with the strategy and insight of a general; unless, of course, the fact that Alcibiades won and succeeded in many battles both at sea and on land earns him the title of a more complete leader. While they were in command in their respective countries, they both heavily impacted those nations, and when they were exiled, they even more significantly harmed their fortunes. All the sensible citizens felt disgusted by the arrogance, superficial flattery, and manipulative tactics that Alcibiades used in his public life to gain the people's support; and the ungraciousness, pride, and elitist attitude that Marcius displayed in his life were equally despised by the Roman public. Neither of these approaches can be called admirable; however, a person who wins favor through indulgence and flattery is not as blameworthy as someone who, to seem non-flattering, resorts to insults. Seeking power through servility to the people is shameful, but maintaining it through fear, violence, and oppression is not only shameful but also unjust.
Marcius, according to our common conceptions of his character, was undoubtedly simple and straightforward; Alcibiades, unscrupulous as a public man, and false. He is more especially blamed for the dishonorable and treacherous way in which, as Thucydides relates, he imposed upon the Lacedaemonian ambassadors, and disturbed the continuance of the peace. Yet this policy, which engaged the city again in war, nevertheless placed it in a powerful and formidable position, by the accession, which Alcibiades obtained for it, of the alliance of Argos and Mantinea. And Coriolanus also, Dionysius relates, used unfair means to excite war between the Romans and the Volscians, in the false report which he spread about the visitors at the Games; and the motive of this action seems to make it the worse of the two; since it was not done, like the other, out of ordinary political jealousy, strife, and competition. Simply to gratify anger, from which, as Ion says, no one ever yet got any return, he threw whole districts of Italy into confusion, and sacrificed to his passion against his country numerous innocent cities. It is true, indeed, that Alcibiades also, by his resentment, was the occasion of great disasters to his country, but he relented as soon as he found their feelings to be changed; and after he was driven out a second time, so far from taking pleasure in the errors and inadvertencies of their commanders, or being indifferent to the danger they were thus incurring, he did the very thing that Aristides is so highly commended for doing to Themistocles: he came to the generals who were his enemies, and pointed out to them what they ought to do. Coriolanus, on the other hand, first of all attacked the whole body of his countrymen, though only one portion of them had done him any wrong, while the other, the better and nobler portion, had actually suffered, as well as sympathized, with him. And, secondly, by the obduracy with which he resisted numerous embassies and supplications, addressed in propitiation of his single anger and offense, he showed that it had been to destroy and overthrow, not to recover and regain his country, that he had excited bitter and implacable hostilities against it. There is, indeed, one distinction that may be drawn. Alcibiades, it may be said, was not safe among the Spartans, and had the inducements at once of fear and of hatred to lead him again to Athens; whereas Marcius could not honorably have left the Volscians, when they were behaving so well to him: he, in the command of their forces and the enjoyment of their entire confidence, was in a very different position from Alcibiades, whom the Lacedaemonians did not so much wish to adopt into their service, as to use, and then abandon. Driven about from house to house in the city, and from general to general in the camp, the latter had no resort but to place himself in the hands of Tisaphernes; unless, indeed, we are to suppose that his object in courting favor with him was to avert the entire destruction of his native city, whither he wished himself to return.
Coriolanus, based on our general views of his character, was definitely straightforward and honest; Alcibiades, on the other hand, was unethical as a public figure and deceitful. He is especially criticized for the dishonorable and treacherous way he deceived the Lacedaemonian ambassadors, as Thucydides reports, which disrupted the peace. Yet this strategy, which pulled the city back into war, also positioned it strongly by securing alliances with Argos and Mantinea through Alcibiades. Additionally, Coriolanus, as Dionysius recounts, used underhanded tactics to provoke war between the Romans and the Volscians by spreading false rumors about the spectators at the Games; and the motive behind this seems to make it worse than Alcibiades’ actions, since it stemmed not from typical political jealousy or competition, but purely out of spite. As Ion notes, no one benefits from such anger; he threw entire regions of Italy into chaos and sacrificed many innocent cities to satisfy his rage against his country. It’s true that Alcibiades also caused significant harm to his country through his resentment, but he changed his mind once he saw that feelings had shifted. After being expelled a second time, rather than taking pleasure in the mistakes of the commanders or being indifferent to the danger they faced, he did what Aristides is praised for doing to Themistocles: he went to his rival generals and advised them on what they should do. In contrast, Coriolanus attacked his entire nation, even though only a part had wronged him, while the better, more honorable part had actually empathized with his suffering. Furthermore, by obstinately rejecting various attempts to resolve his anger, he demonstrated that his goal was not to restore but to destroy his country, inciting deep hostility against it. There is, however, a distinction to be made. Alcibiades might be said to have been unsafe among the Spartans, driven by fear and hatred to return to Athens; whereas Marcius had no honorable reason to abandon the Volscians when they were treating him well. He, having command of their forces and their full trust, was in a very different situation compared to Alcibiades, whom the Lacedaemonians wanted to use and then cast aside. Forced to move from one house to another in the city and from one general to another in the camp, Alcibiades had no option but to turn to Tisaphernes; unless we assume that his aim in seeking favor with him was to prevent the complete destruction of his home city, to which he still wanted to return.
As regards money, Alcibiades, we are told, was often guilty of procuring it by accepting bribes, and spent it in in luxury and dissipation. Coriolanus declined to receive it, even when pressed upon him by his commanders as all honor; and one great reason for the odium he incurred with the populace in the discussions about their debts was, that he trampled upon the poor, not for money’s sake, but out of pride and insolence.
When it came to money, Alcibiades was often known for getting it through bribes and spending it on luxury and excess. Coriolanus refused to accept it, even when his commanders insisted it was for the sake of honor. One major reason he was hated by the people during the debates about their debts was that he looked down on the poor, not for financial reasons, but because of his arrogance and pride.
Antipater, in a letter written upon the death of Aristotle the philosopher, observes, “Amongst his other gifts he had that of persuasiveness;” and the absence of this in the character of Marcius made all his great actions and noble qualities unacceptable to those whom they benefited: pride, and self-will, the consort, as Plato calls it, of solitude, made him insufferable. With the skill which Alcibiades on the contrary, possessed to treat every one in the way most agreeable to him, we cannot wonder that all his successes were attended with the most exuberant favor and honor; his very errors, at times, being accompanied by something of grace and felicity. And so, in spite of great and frequent hurt that he had done the city, he was repeatedly appointed to office and command; while Coriolanus stood in vain for a place which his great services had made his due. The one, in spite of the harm he occasioned, could not make himself hated, nor the other, with all the admiration he attracted, succeed in being beloved by his countrymen.
Antipater, in a letter written after the death of the philosopher Aristotle, notes, “Among his many talents, he had the gift of persuasion;” and the lack of this in Marcius’s character made all his impressive actions and noble qualities unappreciated by those he helped: pride and stubbornness, the companion, as Plato calls it, of isolation, made him unbearable. In contrast, Alcibiades had the skill to interact with everyone in a way that appealed to them, which is why it’s no surprise that all his successes were met with overwhelming favor and honor; even his mistakes sometimes came with a touch of charm and grace. Thus, despite the significant and frequent damage he caused the city, he was repeatedly given positions of power and leadership, while Coriolanus struggled in vain for a role that his great contributions deserved. The former, despite the harm he caused, couldn’t make himself hated, nor could the latter, with all the admiration he received, ever be loved by his fellow citizens.
Coriolanus, moreover, it should be said, did not as a general obtain any successes for his country, but only for his enemies against his country. Alcibiades was often of service to Athens, both as a soldier and as a commander. So long as he was personally present, he had the perfect mastery of his political adversaries; calumny only succeeded in his absence. Coriolanus was condemned in person at Rome; and in like manner killed by the Volscians, not indeed with any right or justice, yet not without some pretext occasioned by his own acts; since, after rejecting all conditions of peace in public, in private he yielded to the solicitations of the women, and, without establishing peace, threw up the favorable chances of war. He ought, before retiring, to have obtained the consent of those who had placed their trust in him; if indeed he considered their claims on him to be the strongest. Or, if we say that he did not care about the Volscians, but merely had prosecuted the war, which he now abandoned, for the satisfaction of his own resentment, then the noble thing would have been, not to spare his country for his mother’s sake, but his mother in and with his country; since both his mother and his wife were part and parcel of that endangered country. After harshly repelling public supplications, the entreaties of ambassadors, and the prayers of priests, to concede all as a private favor to his mother was less an honor to her than a dishonor to the city which thus escaped, in spite, it would seem, of its own demerits, through the intercession of a single woman. Such a grace could, indeed, seem merely invidious, ungracious, and unreasonable in the eyes of both parties; he retreated without listening to the persuasions of his opponents, or asking the consent of his friends. The origin of all lay in his unsociable, supercilious, and self-willed disposition, which, in all cases, is offensive to most people; and when combined with a passion for distinction passes into absolute savageness and mercilessness. Men decline to ask favors of the people, professing not to need any honors from them; and then are indignant if they do not obtain them. Metellus, Aristides, and Epaminondas certainly did not beg favors of the multitude; but that was because they, in real truth, did not value the gifts which a popular body can either confer or refuse; and when they were more than once driven into exile, rejected at elections, and condemned in courts of justice, they showed no resentment at the ill-humor of their fellow-citizens, but were willing and contented to return and be reconciled when the feeling altered and they were wished for. He who least likes courting favor, ought also least to think of resenting neglect: to feel wounded at being refused a distinction can only arise from an overweening appetite to have it.
Coriolanus, it should be noted, did not achieve any victories for his country as a general, but rather for his enemies against it. Alcibiades was often a great asset to Athens, serving both as a soldier and a commander. When he was personally involved, he completely dominated his political rivals; slander only worked against him when he was absent. Coriolanus was condemned in person in Rome and similarly killed by the Volscians, not with any rightful justification, but not without some excuse stemming from his own actions. After publicly dismissing all peace proposals, he privately gave in to the pleas of the women, and instead of establishing peace, he threw away the favorable chances of war. He should have secured the approval of those who had placed their trust in him before leaving; if he truly believed their claims had the most weight. Alternatively, if we argue that he didn’t care about the Volscians and only waged war for his own grievances, then the honorable course would have been to not spare his country just for his mother’s sake, but to include his mother in and with his country; since both his mother and wife were integral parts of that threatened land. After brusquely rejecting public pleas, the requests of ambassadors, and the prayers of priests, granting everything as a private favor to his mother was more dishonorable to the city, which, it seems, escaped despite its own faults through the intervention of a single woman. Such an act might seem to both sides as simply spiteful, ungracious, and unreasonable; he retreated without heeding the arguments of his opponents or consulting his supporters. This all stemmed from his unsociable, haughty, and self-willed nature, which is typically off-putting to most people; and when mixed with a desire for distinction, it becomes entirely brutal and ruthless. People tend to avoid asking favors from the masses, claiming they don’t need any accolades from them, yet they become furious if those accolades are not granted. Metellus, Aristides, and Epaminondas certainly didn’t beg the public for favors, but that was because they genuinely didn’t care for the gifts a popular body can give or take away; when they were exiled multiple times, rejected in elections, and condemned in courts, they showed no bitterness toward the hostility of their fellow citizens, but were willing and content to return and reconcile when the mood shifted and they were wanted again. Those who dislike seeking favor should also be the least bothered by being overlooked: feeling upset about not receiving an accolade comes only from an excessive desire to be recognized.
Alcibiades never professed to deny that it was pleasant to him to be honored, and distasteful to him to be overlooked; and, accordingly, he always tried to place himself upon good terms with all that he met; Coriolanus’s pride forbade him to pay attentions to those who could have promoted his advancement, and yet his love of distinction made him feel hurt and angry when he was disregarded. Such are the faulty parts of his character, which in all other respects was a noble one. For his temperance, continence, and probity, he might claim to be compared with the best and purest of the Greeks; not in any sort or kind with Alcibiades, the least scrupulous and most entirely careless of human beings in all these points.
Alcibiades never denied that he enjoyed being honored and disliked being ignored. Because of this, he always tried to get along with everyone he met. Coriolanus, on the other hand, was too proud to show attention to those who could help him advance, yet his desire for recognition left him feeling hurt and angry when he was overlooked. These flaws in his character existed alongside an otherwise noble personality. In terms of self-control, restraint, and integrity, he could be compared to the best and most virtuous of the Greeks; however, he was not at all like Alcibiades, who was the least concerned and most indifferent in these matters.
TIMOLEON
It was for the sake of others that I first commenced writing biographies; but I find myself proceeding and attaching myself to it for my own; the virtues of these great men serving me as a sort of looking-glass, in which I may see how to adjust and adorn my own life. Indeed, it can be compared to nothing but daily living and associating together; we receive, as it were, in our inquiry, and entertain each successive guest, view
It was for the benefit of others that I started writing biographies, but now I find myself becoming more invested in it for my own sake. The qualities of these great individuals act like a mirror, helping me see how to improve and enrich my own life. In fact, it’s similar to everyday life and interacting with others; through our exploration, we learn and welcome each new experience.
Their stature and their qualities,
Their status and their qualities,
and select from their actions all that is noblest and worthiest to know.
and choose from their actions everything that is most noble and worth knowing.
Ah, and what greater pleasure could one have?
Ah, and what greater pleasure could anyone have?
or, what more effective means to one’s moral improvement? Democritus tells us we ought to pray that of the phantasms appearing in the circumambient air, such may present themselves to us as are propitious, and that we may rather meet with those that are agreeable to our natures and are good, than the evil and unfortunate; which is simply introducing into philosophy a doctrine untrue in itself, and leading to endless superstitions. My method, on the contrary, is, by the study of history, and by the familiarity acquired in writing, to habituate my memory to receive and retain images of the best and worthiest characters. I thus am enabled to free myself from any ignoble, base, or vicious impressions, contracted from the contagion of ill company that I may be unavoidably engaged in, by the remedy of turning my thoughts in a happy and calm temper to view these noble examples. Of this kind are those of Timoleon the Corinthian, and Paulus Aemilius, to write whose lives is my present business; men equally famous, not only for their virtues, but success; insomuch that they have left it doubtful whether they owe their greatest achievements to good fortune, or their own prudence and conduct.
or, what better way is there to improve one’s character? Democritus suggests that we should hope for those visions in the surrounding air that are favorable and that we should encounter those that align with our nature and are good, rather than the harmful and unfortunate. This idea merely brings an untrue doctrine into philosophy, resulting in endless superstitions. My approach, on the other hand, is to study history and become familiar with writing so that I train my memory to accept and hold onto the images of the best and most admirable people. This way, I can free myself from any degrading or corrupt influences that I might unintentionally be exposed to by focusing my thoughts on these noble examples in a positive and calm manner. Examples like Timoleon from Corinth and Paulus Aemilius, whose lives I am currently writing about; both men are renowned not just for their virtues but also for their successes, so much so that it remains uncertain whether their greatest achievements were due to good luck or their own wisdom and leadership.
The affairs of the Syracusans, before Timoleon was sent into Sicily, were in this posture: after Dion had driven out Dionysius the tyrant, he was slain by treachery, and those that had assisted him in delivering Syracuse were divided among themselves; and thus the city, by a continual change of governors, and a train of mischiefs that succeeded each other, became almost abandoned; while of the rest of Sicily, part was now utterly depopulated and desolate through long continuance of war, and most of the cities that had been left standing were in the hands of barbarians and soldiers out of employment, that were ready to embrace every turn of government. Such being the state of things, Dionysius takes the opportunity, and in the tenth year of his banishment, by the help of some mercenary troops he had got together, forces out Nysaeus, then master of Syracuse, recovers all afresh, and is again settled in his dominion; and as at first he had been strangely deprived of the greatest and most absolute power that ever was, by a very small party, so now in a yet stranger manner; when in exile and of mean condition, he became the sovereign of those who had ejected him. All, therefore, that remained in Syracuse, had to serve under a tyrant, who at the best was of an ungentle nature, and exasperated now to a degree of savageness by the late misfortunes and calamities he had suffered. The better and more distinguished citizens, having timely retired thence to Hicetes, ruler of the Leontines, put themselves under his protection, and chose him for their general in the war; not that he was much preferable to any open and avowed tyrant; but they had no other sanctuary at present, and it gave them some ground of confidence, that he was of a Syracusan family, and had forces able to encounter those of Dionysius.
The situation in Syracuse before Timoleon arrived in Sicily was like this: after Dion expelled the tyrant Dionysius, he was killed by betrayal, and those who helped him free Syracuse started to fight among themselves. Because of this constant change in leadership and a series of disasters that followed, the city became almost deserted. Meanwhile, much of the rest of Sicily was either completely empty and desolate from prolonged warfare, or the remaining cities were controlled by barbarian soldiers and mercenaries, eager to support any new government. Given this chaos, Dionysius saw his chance. After ten years in exile, with the help of some mercenary troops he had gathered, he forced Nysaeus, who was in control of Syracuse, out of power and reclaimed his rule. Just as he had previously lost his absolute power in a surprising manner to a small group, he now regained control in an even stranger way; still in exile and of low status, he became the ruler of those who had driven him out. Consequently, everyone left in Syracuse had to serve under a tyrant who was harsh and severely embittered by the recent misfortunes he had faced. The more reputable citizens, having fled to Hicetes, the ruler of the Leontines, sought his protection and chose him as their general in the war. While he wasn't much better than any known tyrant, they had no other refuge at that moment, and it gave them some reassurance that he was from a Syracusan family and had forces capable of challenging Dionysius.
In the meantime, the Carthaginians appeared before Sicily with a great navy, watching when and where they might make a descent upon the island; and terror at this fleet made the Sicilians incline to send an embassy into Greece to demand succors from the Corinthians, whom they confided in rather than others, not only upon the account of their near kindred, and the great benefits they had often received by trusting them, but because Corinth had ever shown herself attached to freedom and averse from tyranny, and had engaged in many noble wars, not for empire or aggrandizement, but for the sole liberty of the Greeks. But Hicetes, who made it the business of his command not so much to deliver the Syracusans from other tyrants, as to enslave them to himself, had already entered into some secret conferences with those of Carthage, while in public he commended the design of his Syracusan clients, and dispatched ambassadors from himself, together with theirs, into Peloponnesus; not that he really desired any relief to come from there, but, in case the Corinthians, as was likely enough, on account of the troubles of Greece and occupation at home, should refuse their assistance, hoping then he should be able with less difficulty to dispose and incline things for the Carthaginian interest, and so make use of these foreign pretenders, as instruments and auxiliaries for himself, either against the Syracusans or Dionysius, as occasion served. This was discovered a while after.
In the meantime, the Carthaginians showed up off the coast of Sicily with a huge navy, looking for the right moment and place to invade the island. The sight of this fleet terrified the Sicilians, making them think about sending a delegation to Greece to ask for help from the Corinthians. They trusted the Corinthians more than anyone else, not just because of their close ties and the many benefits they had received from them, but also because Corinth had always been supportive of freedom and against tyranny. They had fought in many noble wars, not for power or expansion, but solely for the freedom of the Greeks. However, Hicetes, who focused more on enslaving the Syracusans to himself instead of liberating them from other tyrants, had already started secret discussions with the Carthaginians. Publicly, he supported the plans of his Syracusan followers and sent ambassadors of his own along with theirs to the Peloponnesus. His real goal wasn’t to genuinely seek help from there, but in case the Corinthians, which was quite likely due to troubles in Greece and their own distractions, declined to offer assistance, he hoped to shape things to benefit the Carthaginian interests with less resistance. He aimed to use these foreign pretenders as tools and allies for himself, either against the Syracusans or Dionysius, as the situation allowed. This was uncovered sometime later.
The ambassadors being arrived, and their request known, the Corinthians, who had always a great concern for all their colonies and plantations, but especially for Syracuse, since by good fortune there was nothing to molest them in their own country, where they were enjoying peace and leisure at that time, readily and with one accord passed a vote for their assistance. And when they were deliberating about the choice of a captain for the expedition, and the magistrates were urging the claims of various aspirants for reputation, one of the crowd stood up and named Timoleon, son of Timodemus, who had long absented himself from public business, and had neither any thoughts of, nor the least pretension to, an employment of that nature. Some god or other, it might rather seem, had put it in the man’s heart to mention him; such favor and good-will on the part of Fortune seemed at once to be shown in his election, and to accompany all his following actions, as though it were on purpose to commend his worth, and add grace and ornament to his personal virtues. As regards his parentage, both Timodemus his father, and his mother Demariste, were of high rank in the city; and as for himself, he was noted for his love of his country, and his gentleness of temper, except in his extreme hatred to tyrants and wicked men. His natural abilities for war were so happily tempered, that while a rare prudence might be seen in all the enterprises of his younger years, an equal courage showed itself in the last exploits of his declining age. He had an elder brother, whose name was Timophanes, who was every way unlike him, being indiscreet and rash, and infected by the suggestions of some friends and foreign soldiers, whom he kept always about him, with a passion for absolute power. He seemed to have a certain force and vehemence in all military service, and even to delight in dangers, and thus he took much with the people, and was advanced to the highest charges, as a vigorous and effective warrior; in the obtaining of which offices and promotions, Timoleon much assisted him, helping to conceal or at least to extenuate his errors, embellishing by his praise whatever was commendable in him, and setting off his good qualities to the best advantage.
The ambassadors arrived, and their request was made known. The Corinthians, who always cared deeply for all their colonies and settlements, especially for Syracuse, had the good fortune of being untroubled in their own land, where they were enjoying peace and leisure at that time, quickly and unanimously decided to assist. When they discussed who would be the captain for the expedition, the magistrates pushed for various candidates to boost their reputation. One person from the crowd stood up and mentioned Timoleon, the son of Timodemus, who had been away from public affairs for a long time and had no intention or desire for a position like that. It seemed as if some god had inspired him to suggest Timoleon; such favor from Fortune seemed to shine upon his selection and follow him in all his actions, as if to highlight his worth and enhance his personal virtues. Regarding his background, both his father Timodemus and his mother Demariste were of high status in the city. Timoleon himself was known for his love of his country and his gentle demeanor, except for his intense hatred of tyrants and evil individuals. His natural abilities in warfare were well-balanced, showing rare wisdom in his youth and equal bravery in the later challenges of his life. He had an older brother named Timophanes, who was completely different—impulsive and reckless, influenced by certain friends and foreign soldiers who surrounded him, driven by a desire for absolute power. He had a forceful approach to military service and seemed to enjoy danger, which won him popularity with the people; he was promoted to the highest positions as a vigorous and effective warrior. In gaining those offices and promotions, Timoleon greatly assisted him by helping to hide or at least lessen his mistakes, highlighting whatever commendable traits he had and showcasing his good qualities to their best advantage.
It happened once in the battle fought by the Corinthians against the forces of Argos and Cleonae, that Timoleon served among the infantry, when Timophanes, commanding their cavalry, was brought into extreme danger; as his horse being wounded fell forward, and threw him headlong amidst the enemies, while part of his companions dispersed at once in a panic, and the small number that remained, bearing up against a great multitude, had much ado to maintain any resistance. As soon, therefore, as Timoleon was aware of the accident, he ran hastily in to his brother’s rescue, and covering the fallen Timophanes with his buckler, after having received abundance of darts, and several strokes by the sword upon his body and his armor, he at length with much difficulty obliged the enemies to retire, and brought off his brother alive and safe. But when the Corinthians, for fear of losing their city a second time, as they had once before, by admitting their allies, made a decree to maintain four hundred mercenaries for its security, and gave Timophanes the command over them, he, abandoning all regard to honor and equity, at once proceeded to put into execution his plans for making himself absolute, and bringing the place under his own power; and having cut off many principal citizens, uncondemned and without trial, who were most likely to hinder his design, he declared himself tyrant of Corinth; a procedure that infinitely afflicted Timoleon, to whom the wickedness of such a brother appeared to be his own reproach and calamity. He undertook to persuade him by reasoning, that, desisting from that wild and unhappy ambition, he would bethink himself how he should make the Corinthians some amends, and find out an expedient to remedy and correct the evils he had done them. When his single admonition was rejected and contemned by him, he makes a second attempt, taking with him Aeschylus his kinsman, brother to the wife of Timophanes, and a certain diviner, that was his friend, whom Theopompus in his history calls Satyrus, but Ephorus and Timaeus mention in theirs by the name of Orthagoras. After a few days, then, he returns to his brother with this company, all three of them surrounding and earnestly importuning him upon the same subject, that now at length he would listen to reason, and be of another mind. But when Timophanes began first to laugh at the men’s simplicity, and presently broke out into rage and indignation against them, Timoleon stepped aside from him and stood weeping with his face covered, while the other two, drawing out their swords, dispatched him in a moment.
It happened once during the battle between the Corinthians and the forces of Argos and Cleonae that Timoleon was serving in the infantry when Timophanes, who was in charge of the cavalry, found himself in serious trouble. His horse was wounded and fell forward, throwing him directly into the enemy ranks while many of his companions panicked and scattered. The few who stayed fought hard against a large crowd but struggled to hold their ground. As soon as Timoleon realized what had happened, he rushed in to rescue his brother. Shielding the fallen Timophanes with his own buckler, he took a lot of hits from arrows and swords, but with great effort, he managed to force the enemies back and brought his brother back alive and safe. However, when the Corinthians, fearing they might lose their city again like they had before when they brought in allies, decided to hire four hundred mercenaries for protection and put Timophanes in charge of them, he completely disregarded honor and fairness. He quickly moved to establish himself as a dictator and take control of the city. He executed many prominent citizens without trial, who he thought might oppose his plans, and declared himself the tyrant of Corinth. This deeply troubled Timoleon, who saw his brother’s wickedness as a personal shame and tragedy. He tried to talk him out of this reckless ambition, urging him to consider how he could make amends to the Corinthians and repair the damage he had done. When his first attempt to persuade Timophanes failed and was ignored, he tried again, this time bringing along Aeschylus, his relative and Timophanes' brother-in-law, along with a diviner friend called Satyrus by Theopompus and Orthagoras by Ephorus and Timaeus. A few days later, Timoleon returned to his brother with them, and all three urged him to reconsider and change his mind. But when Timophanes laughed at their stupidity and then became furious with them, Timoleon stepped aside, covering his face in tears, while the other two drew their swords and killed him in an instant.
On the rumor of this act being soon scattered about, the better and more generous of the Corinthians highly applauded Timoleon for the hatred of wrong and the greatness of soul that had made him, though of a gentle disposition and full of love and kindness for his family, think the obligations to his country stronger than the ties of consanguinity, and prefer that which is good and just before gain and interest and his own particular advantage. For the same brother, who with so much bravery had been saved by him when he fought valiantly in the cause of Corinth, he had now as nobly sacrificed for enslaving her afterward by a base and treacherous usurpation. But then, on the other side, those that knew not how to live in a democracy, and had been used to make their humble court to the men of power, though they openly professed to rejoice at the death of the tyrant, nevertheless, secretly reviling Timoleon, as one that had committed an impious and abominable act, drove him into melancholy and dejection. And when he came to understand how heavily his mother took it, and that she likewise uttered the saddest complaints and most terrible imprecations against him, he went to satisfy and comfort her as to what had happened; and finding that she would not endure so much as to look upon him, but caused her doors to be shut, that he might have no admission into her presence, with grief at this he grew so disordered in his mind and so disconsolate, that he determined to put an end to his perplexity with his life, by abstaining from all manner of sustenance. But through the care and diligence of his friends, who were very instant with him, and added force to their entreaties, he came to resolve and promise at last, that he would endure living, provided it might be in solitude, and remote from company; so that, quitting all civil transactions and commerce with the world, for a long while after his first retirement he never came into Corinth, but wandered up and down the fields, full of anxious and tormenting thoughts, and spent his time in desert places, at the farthest distance from society and human intercourse. So true it is that the minds of men are easily shaken and carried off from their own sentiments through the casual commendation or reproof of others, unless the judgments that we make, and the purposes we conceive, be confirmed by reason and philosophy, and thus obtain strength and steadiness. An action must not only be just and laudable in its own nature, but it must proceed likewise from solid motives and a lasting principle, that so we may fully and constantly approve the thing, and be perfectly satisfied in what we do; for otherwise, after having put our resolution into practice, we shall out of pure weakness come to be troubled at the performance, when the grace and goodliness, which rendered it before so amiable and pleasing to us, begin to decay and wear out of our fancy; like greedy people, who, seizing on the more delicious morsels of any dish with a keen appetite, are presently disgusted when they grow full, and find themselves oppressed and uneasy now by what they before so greedily desired. For a succeeding dislike spoils the best of actions, and repentance makes that which was never so well done, become base and faulty; whereas the choice that is founded upon knowledge and wise reasoning, does not change by disappointment, or suffer us to repent, though it happen perchance to be less prosperous in the issue. And thus Phocion, of Athens, having always vigorously opposed the measures of Leosthenes, when success appeared to attend them, and he saw his countrymen rejoicing and offering sacrifice in honor of their victory, “I should have been as glad,” said he to them, “that I myself had been the author of what Leosthenes has achieved for you, as I am that I gave you my own counsel against it.” A more vehement reply is recorded to have been made by Aristides the Locrian, one of Plato’s companions, to Dionysius the elder, who demanded one of his daughters in marriage: “I had rather,” said he to him, “see the virgin in her grave, than in the palace of a tyrant.” And when Dionysius, enraged at the affront, made his sons be put to death a while after, and then again insultingly asked, whether he were still in the same mind as to the disposal of his daughters, his answer was, “I cannot but grieve at the cruelty of your deeds, but am not sorry for the freedom of my own words.” Such expressions as these may belong perhaps to a more sublime and accomplished virtue.
Upon hearing the rumors about this act being spread around, the more honorable and generous people of Corinth praised Timoleon for his disdain for wrongdoing and his noble character. Although he was gentle and had deep love and kindness for his family, he believed that his duty to his country was more important than his family ties. He chose what was right and just over personal gain and his own advantage. The same brother whom he had bravely saved during the fight for Corinth was now the one he had nobly sacrificed to prevent her from being enslaved through a deceitful takeover. However, those who were not accustomed to living in a democracy and had been used to flattering the powerful openly claimed to rejoice at the death of the tyrant but secretly criticized Timoleon, viewing him as someone who had committed a disrespectful and terrible act. This drove him into sadness and despair. When he learned how much his mother was struggling with it and heard her painful complaints and fierce curses against him, he went to comfort her about what had happened. But when he found she wouldn’t even look at him and had her doors shut against him, he felt such deep grief that he became mentally disordered and despondent, deciding to end his suffering by refusing all food. Yet, thanks to the care and urgent persuasion of his friends, who pushed him to reconsider, he ultimately resolved to live, as long as he could do so in solitude, away from others. Therefore, for a long time after he first withdrew, he didn’t return to Corinth but wandered through the fields, filled with anxious and tormenting thoughts, spending his days in remote places as far away from society as possible. This demonstrates how easily people can be swayed and lose their own beliefs through the random praise or blame of others, unless our judgments and intentions are grounded in reason and philosophy, giving them strength and stability. An action must not only be just and commendable in itself, but it must also stem from solid motives and lasting principles; only then can we truly and consistently approve our actions and feel satisfied with what we do. Otherwise, once we act on our decisions, we may feel troubled by our choices due to our own weaknesses, especially when the appeal that once made them attractive begins to fade. It's akin to greedy people who gobble down the most delicious parts of a meal with great appetite, only to feel sick when they are full, realizing they are now uncomfortable from what they once craved. A subsequent dislike can tarnish the best of actions, and remorse can make things that were never executed well seem shameful and flawed. In contrast, choices based on knowledge and sound reasoning aren’t swayed by disappointment or cause us to regret them, even if the outcome isn't as favorable as hoped. For instance, Phocion of Athens, who always opposed Leosthenes’ strategies, expressed, “I would have been just as glad if I had been the one to achieve what Leosthenes has done for you, as I am that I advised you against it,” when he saw his fellow citizens celebrating their victory. An even stronger response came from Aristides the Locrian, a companion of Plato, when Dionysius the Elder asked for one of his daughters’ hands in marriage. He stated, “I would rather see the virgin in her grave than in the palace of a tyrant.” Later, when Dionysius, furious at the insult, had his sons killed and mockingly inquired whether Aristides still felt the same way about his daughters, Aristides replied, “I grieve for the cruelty of your actions, but I do not regret the freedom of my words.” Such expressions could be considered part of a higher and more refined virtue.
The grief, however, of Timoleon at what had been done, whether it arose from commiseration of his brother’s fate, or the reverence he bore his mother, so shattered and broke his spirits, that for the space of almost twenty years, he had not offered to concern himself in any honorable or public action. When, therefore, he was pitched upon for a general, and joyfully accepted as such by the suffrages of the people, Teleclides, who was at that time the most powerful and distinguished man in Corinth, began to exhort him that he would act now like a man of worth and gallantry: “For,” said he, “if you do bravely in this service, we shall believe that you delivered us from a tyrant; but if otherwise, that you killed your brother.” While he was yet preparing to set sail, and enlisting soldiers to embark with him, there came letters to the Corinthians from Hicetes, plainly disclosing his revolt and treachery. For his ambassadors were no sooner gone for Corinth, but he openly joined the Carthaginians, negotiating that they might assist him to throw out Dionysius, and become master of Syracuse in his room. And fearing he might be disappointed of his aim, if troops and a commander should come from Corinth before this were effected, he sent a letter of advice thither, in all haste, to prevent their setting out, telling them they need not be at any cost and trouble upon his account, or run the hazard of a Sicilian voyage, especially since the Carthaginians, alliance with whom against Dionysius the slowness of their motions had compelled him to embrace, would dispute their passage, and lay in wait to attack them with a numerous fleet. This letter being publicly read, if any had been cold and indifferent before as to the expedition in hand, the indignation they now conceived against Hicetes so exasperated and inflamed them all, that they willingly contributed to supply Timoleon, and endeavored, with one accord, to hasten his departure.
The grief Timoleon felt over what had happened, whether it was from pity for his brother’s fate or respect for his mother, completely shattered his spirits. For almost twenty years, he avoided any honorable or public involvement. So, when he was chosen to be a general and enthusiastically accepted by the people's votes, Teleclides, the most influential and respected man in Corinth at the time, urged him to act like a man of valor and honor: “For,” he said, “if you succeed in this mission, we will believe you have freed us from a tyrant; but if not, we will think you killed your brother.” While Timoleon was preparing to set sail and recruiting soldiers to join him, letters arrived for the Corinthians from Hicetes, openly revealing his betrayal. As soon as his ambassadors left for Corinth, he openly allied with the Carthaginians, negotiating for their support to overthrow Dionysius and take over Syracuse. Worried that he might fail in his plan if a military force and commander arrived from Corinth first, he quickly sent a letter back, telling them they shouldn’t bother with any costs or risks for his sake, especially since the Carthaginians, whose alliance he had reluctantly accepted against Dionysius due to their slow movements, would block their passage and ambush them with a large fleet. Once this letter was read aloud, anyone who had been indifferent about the expedition suddenly felt furious at Hicetes, igniting such anger that they willingly offered support to Timoleon and worked together to speed up his departure.
When the vessels were equipped, and his soldiers every way provided for, the female priests of Proserpina had a dream or vision, wherein she and her mother Ceres appeared to them in a traveling garb, and were heard to say that they were going to sail with Timoleon into Sicily; whereupon the Corinthians, having built a sacred galley, devoted it to them, and called it the galley of the goddesses. Timoleon went in person to Delphi, where he sacrificed to Apollo, and, descending into the place of prophecy, was surprised with the following marvelous occurrence. A riband with crowns and figures of victory embroidered upon it, slipped off from among the gifts that were there consecrated and hung up in the temple, and fell directly down upon his head; so that Apollo seemed already to crown him with success, and send him thence to conquer and triumph. He put to sea only with seven ships of Corinth, two of Corcyra, and a tenth which was furnished by the Leucadians; and when he was now entered into the deep by night, and carried with a prosperous gale, the heaven seemed all on a sudden to break open, and a bright spreading flame to issue forth from it, and hover over the ship he was in; and, having formed itself into a torch, not unlike those that are used in the mysteries, it began to steer the same course, and run along in their company, guiding them by its light to that quarter of Italy where they designed to go ashore. The soothsayers affirmed, that this apparition agreed with the dream of the holy women, since the goddesses were now visibly joining in the expedition, and sending this light from heaven before them: Sicily being thought sacred to Proserpina, as poets feign that the rape was committed there, and that the island was given her in dowry when she married Pluto.
When the ships were ready and his soldiers were fully prepared, the female priests of Proserpina had a dream or vision. In it, she and her mother Ceres appeared to them dressed for travel and expressed that they were going to sail with Timoleon to Sicily. In response, the Corinthians built a sacred ship for them, dedicating it to the goddesses and naming it the galley of the goddesses. Timoleon personally went to Delphi, where he sacrificed to Apollo, and, while descending into the place of prophecy, he encountered an astonishing event. A ribbon embroidered with crowns and victory symbols slipped off from the offerings hanging in the temple and fell directly onto his head, as if Apollo was already crowning him with success and sending him forth to conquer and triumph. He set sail with just seven ships from Corinth, two from Corcyra, and a tenth provided by the Leucadians. As he entered the open sea at night with favorable winds, the sky suddenly seemed to open up, and a bright, spreading flame emerged, hovering over his ship. It formed into a torch, similar to those used in rituals, and began to guide them along the same path, illuminating their way to the part of Italy where they aimed to land. The soothsayers claimed that this vision aligned with the dream of the holy women since the goddesses were now visibly joining the expedition and sending this light from above before them. Sicily was considered sacred to Proserpina because, as poets tell it, that is where the abduction occurred, and the island was given to her as a dowry when she married Pluto.
These early demonstrations of divine favor greatly encouraged his whole army; so that, making all the speed they were able, by a voyage across the open sea, they were soon passing along the coast of Italy. But the tidings that came from Sicily much perplexed Timoleon, and disheartened his soldiers. For Hicetes, having already beaten Dionysius out of the field, and reduced most of the quarters of Syracuse itself, now hemmed him in and besieged him in the citadel and what is called the Island, whither he was fled for his last refuge; while the Carthaginians, by agreement, were to make it their business to hinder Timoleon from landing in any port of Sicily; so that he and his party being driven back, they might with ease and at their own leisure divide the island among themselves. In pursuance of which design, the Carthaginians sent away twenty of their galleys to Rhegium, having aboard them certain ambassadors from Hicetes to Timoleon, who carried instructions suitable to these proceedings, specious amusements and plausible stories, to color and conceal dishonest purposes. They had order to propose and demand that Timoleon himself, if he liked the offer, should come to advise with Hicetes, and partake of all his conquests, but that he might send back his ships and forces to Corinth, since the war was in a manner finished, and the Carthaginians had blocked up the passage, determined to oppose them if they should try to force their way towards the shore. When, therefore, the Corinthians met with these envoys at Rhegium, and received their message, and saw the Phoenician vessels riding at anchor in the bay, they became keenly sensible of the abuse that was put upon them, and felt a general indignation against Hicetes, and great apprehensions for the Siceliots, whom they now plainly perceived to be as it were a prize and recompense to Hicetes on one side for his perfidy, and to the Carthaginians on the other for the sovereign power they secured to him. For it seemed utterly impossible to force and overbear the Carthaginian ships that lay before them and were double their number, as also to vanquish the victorious troops which Hicetes had with him in Syracuse, to take the lead of which very troops they had undertaken their voyage.
These early signs of divine support really boosted the morale of his entire army. So, pushing as fast as they could across the open sea, they quickly navigated along the coast of Italy. However, the news coming from Sicily deeply troubled Timoleon and discouraged his troops. Hicetes had already defeated Dionysius and taken most of Syracuse, now surrounding and besieging him in the citadel and what is known as the Island, where he had fled for safety. Meanwhile, the Carthaginians were supposed to ensure that Timoleon couldn’t land at any port in Sicily, so that he and his men would be driven back, allowing the Carthaginians to easily divide the island among themselves at their leisure. To carry out this plan, the Carthaginians dispatched twenty of their ships to Rhegium, carrying ambassadors from Hicetes to Timoleon, who brought instructions to match this plan, along with convincing distractions and plausible stories to mask their dishonest intentions. They were instructed to suggest that Timoleon might come to consult with Hicetes and share in his victories, but he should send his ships and soldiers back to Corinth since the war was essentially over, and the Carthaginians were blocking the passage, ready to resist if they attempted to reach the shore. So when the Corinthians encountered these envoys at Rhegium, received their message, and saw the Phoenician ships anchored in the bay, they felt the deep injustice happening to them and were filled with anger towards Hicetes, along with significant concern for the Siceliots. They clearly saw that the Siceliots were essentially being offered up as a prize to Hicetes for his betrayal, and to the Carthaginians for the power they had secured for him. It seemed utterly impossible to overcome the Carthaginian ships before them, which were double in number, as well as to defeat the victorious forces Hicetes had with him in Syracuse, whom they had set out to confront.
The case being thus, Timoleon, after some conference with the envoys of Hicetes and the Carthaginian captains, told them he should readily submit to their proposals (to what purpose would it be to refuse compliance?): he was desirous only, before his return to Corinth, that what had passed between them in private might be solemnly declared before the people of Rhegium, a Greek city, and a common friend to the parties; this, he said, would very much conduce to his own security and discharge; and they likewise would more strictly observe articles of agreement, on behalf of the Syracusans, which they had obliged themselves to in the presence of so many witnesses. The design of all which was, only to divert their attention, while he got an opportunity of slipping away from their fleet: a contrivance that all the principal Rhegians were privy and assisting to, who had a great desire that the affairs of Sicily should fall into Corinthian hands, and dreaded the consequences of having barbarian neighbors. An assembly was therefore called, and the gates shut, that the citizens might have no liberty to turn to other business; and a succession of speakers came forward, addressing the people at great length, to the same effect, without bringing the subject to any conclusion, making way each for another and purposely spinning out the time, till the Corinthian galleys should get clear of the haven; the Carthaginian commanders being detained there without any suspicion, as also Timoleon still remained present, and gave signs as if he were just preparing to make an oration. But upon secret notice that the rest of the galleys were already gone on, and that his alone remained waiting for him, by the help and concealment of those Rhegians that were about the hustings and favored his departure, he made shift to slip away through the crowd, and, running down to the port, set sail with all speed; and having reached his other vessels, they came all safe to Tauromenium in Sicily, whither they had been formerly invited, and where they were now kindly received by Andromachus, then ruler of the city. This man was father of Timaeus the historian, and incomparably the best of all those that bore sway in Sicily at that time, governing his citizens according to law and justice, and openly professing an aversion and enmity to all tyrants; upon which account he gave Timoleon leave to muster up his troops there, and to make that city the seat of war, persuading the inhabitants to join their arms with the Corinthian forces, and assist them in the design of delivering Sicily.
Timoleon, after some discussions with the envoys of Hicetes and the Carthaginian leaders, told them he would gladly accept their proposals (why would he refuse?): he just wanted to make sure that what they had talked about privately would be officially announced to the people of Rhegium, a Greek city, and a mutual friend to both sides. He believed this would greatly benefit his own safety and release; plus, it would ensure that the Syracusans would adhere more strictly to the agreements they had made in front of so many witnesses. The real aim of this was just to distract them while he looked for a chance to escape from their fleet. The key Rhegians were aware of this plan and were eager for the affairs of Sicily to fall under Corinthian control, fearing the consequences of having barbarian neighbors. An assembly was called, and the gates were shut so that the citizens couldn't focus on anything else. A series of speakers took turns addressing the crowd at length, discussing the same topics without reaching a conclusion, deliberately taking their time until the Corinthian ships could get safely out of the harbor; the Carthaginian commanders were kept there unsuspectingly, while Timoleon stayed present, pretending he was about to give a speech. However, upon receiving secret word that the other ships had already left and only his was still waiting, with help and concealment from the Rhegians near the assembly, he managed to slip away through the crowd. He quickly made his way to the port, set sail in a hurry, and successfully reached his other vessels. They all arrived safely at Tauromenium in Sicily, where they had previously been invited and received warmly by Andromachus, the city's ruler at that time. This man was the father of Timaeus the historian and was by far the best among those in power in Sicily then, governing his citizens with law and justice, and openly opposing tyranny. For this reason, he allowed Timoleon to gather his troops there and use the city as a base for war, encouraging the inhabitants to join forces with the Corinthian troops and help them in their mission to liberate Sicily.
But the Carthaginians who were left in Rhegium perceiving, when the assembly was dissolved, that Timoleon had given them the go by, were not a little vexed to see themselves outwitted, much to the amusement of the Rhegians, who could not but smile to find Phoenicians complain of being cheated. However, they dispatched a messenger aboard one of their galleys to Tauromenium, who, after much blustering in the insolent barbaric way, and many menaces to Andromachus if he did not forthwith send the Corinthians off, stretched out his hand with the inside upward, and then turning it down again, threatened he would handle their city even so, and turn it topsy-turvy in as little time, and with as much ease. Andromachus, laughing at the man’s confidence, made no other reply, but, imitating his gesture, bid him hasten his own departure, unless he had a mind to see that kind of dexterity practiced first upon the galley which brought him thither.
But the Carthaginians left in Rhegium, realizing after the assembly was over that Timoleon had outsmarted them, were pretty annoyed to find themselves outwitted, much to the amusement of the Rhegians, who couldn't help but laugh at Phoenicians complaining about being cheated. However, they sent a messenger on one of their galleys to Tauromenium, who, after making a big show in a cocky and insulting way, and threatening Andromachus if he didn't immediately send the Corinthians away, stretched out his hand palm up, then turned it palm down, claiming he would handle their city the same way and turn it upside down in no time and with ease. Andromachus, laughing at the man's bravado, replied only by mimicking his gesture and telling him to hurry up and leave, unless he wanted to see that kind of trick done first on the galley that brought him there.
Hicetes, informed that Timoleon had made good his passage, was in great fear of what might follow, and sent to desire the Carthaginians that a large number of galleys might be ordered to attend and secure the coast. And now it was that the Syracusans began wholly to despair of safety, seeing the Carthaginians possessed of their haven, Hicetes master of the town, and Dionysius supreme in the citadel; while Timoleon had as yet but a slender hold of Sicily, as it were by the fringe or border of it, in the small city of the Tauromenians, with a feeble hope and a poor company; having but a thousand soldiers at the most, and no more provisions, either of corn or money, than were just necessary for the maintenance and the pay of that inconsiderable number. Nor did the other towns of Sicily confide in him, overpowered as they were with violence and outrage, and embittered against all that should offer to lead armies, by the treacherous conduct chiefly of Callippus, an Athenian, and Pharax, a Lacedaemonian captain, both of whom, after giving out that the design of their coming was to introduce liberty and depose tyrants, so tyrannized themselves, that the reign of former oppressors seemed to be a golden age in comparison, and the Sicilians began to consider those more happy who had expired in servitude, than any that had lived to see such a dismal freedom.
Hicetes, learning that Timoleon had successfully crossed over, was very worried about what might happen next. He reached out to the Carthaginians, asking them to send a large number of ships to patrol and secure the coast. At that moment, the Syracusans began to lose all hope for their safety, seeing the Carthaginians in control of their harbor, Hicetes in charge of the town, and Dionysius ruling from the citadel. Meanwhile, Timoleon had only a weak foothold in Sicily, barely hanging on by a thread in the small city of the Tauromenians, with little hope and a small group of supporters; he had at most a thousand soldiers and barely enough food and money to support and pay that meager force. The other towns in Sicily did not trust him either, as they were overwhelmed by violence and suffering, and they were resentful towards anyone who attempted to lead armies, mainly because of the deceitful actions of Callippus, an Athenian, and Pharax, a Spartan commander. Both had initially claimed they came to bring freedom and overthrow tyrants, but they ended up being so oppressive themselves that the rule of the previous tyrants started to seem like a golden age in comparison. The Sicilians began to think that those who had died in slavery were better off than anyone who lived to witness such a bleak notion of freedom.
Looking, therefore, for no better usage from the Corinthian general, but imagining that it was only the same old course of things once more, specious presences and false professions to allure them by fair hopes and kind promises into the obedience of a new master, they all, with one accord, unless it were the people of Adranum, suspected the exhortations, and rejected the overtures that were made them in his name. These were inhabitants of a small city, consecrated to Adranus, a certain god that was in high veneration throughout Sicily, and, as it happened, they were then at variance among themselves, insomuch that one party called in Hicetes and the Carthaginians to assist them, while the other sent proposals to Timoleon. It so fell out that these auxiliaries, striving which should be soonest, both arrived at Adranum about the same time; Hicetes bringing with him at least five thousand fighting men, while all the force Timoleon could make did not exceed twelve hundred. With these he marched out of Tauromenium, which was about three hundred and forty furlongs distant from that city. The first day he moved but slowly, and took up his quarters betimes after a short journey; but the day following he quickened his pace, and, having passed through much difficult ground, towards evening received advice that Hicetes was just approaching Adranum, and pitching his camp before it; upon which intelligence, his captains and other officers caused the vanguard to halt, that the army being refreshed, and having reposed a while, might engage the enemy with better heart. But Timoleon, coming up in haste, desired them not to stop for that reason, but rather use all possible diligence to surprise the enemy, whom probably they would now find in disorder, as having lately ended their march, and being taken up at present in erecting tents and preparing supper; which he had no sooner said, but laying hold of his buckler and putting himself in the front, he led them on as it were to certain victory. The braveness of such a leader made them all follow him with like courage and assurance. They were now within less than thirty furlongs of Adranum, which they quickly traversed, and immediately fell in upon the enemy, who were seized with confusion, and began to retire at their first approaches; one consequence of which was that amidst so little opposition, and so early and general a flight, there were not many more than three hundred slain, and about twice the number made prisoners. Their camp and baggage, however, was all taken. The fortune of this onset soon induced the Adranitans to unlock their gates, and embrace the interest of Timoleon, to whom they recounted, with a mixture of affright and admiration, how, at the very minute of the encounter, the doors of their temple flew open of their own accord, that the javelin also, which their god held in his hand, was observed to tremble at the point, and that drops of sweat had been seen running down his face: prodigies that not only presaged the victory then obtained, but were an omen, it seems, of all his future exploits, to which this first happy action gave the occasion.
Looking for no better treatment from the Corinthian general and thinking it was just the same old situation again—empty promises and false assurances to lure them with false hopes and nice words into submission to a new leader—everyone, except for the people of Adranum, suspected his calls to action and turned down the offers made in his name. The residents of this small city, dedicated to Adranus, a god highly revered throughout Sicily, were at odds with each other at that time, with one faction inviting Hicetes and the Carthaginians for help, while the other reached out to Timoleon. Coincidentally, both groups of reinforcements arrived in Adranum around the same time; Hicetes brought along at least five thousand soldiers, while Timoleon could muster only about twelve hundred. He set out from Tauromenium, which was roughly three hundred and forty furlongs away from the city. On the first day, he moved slowly and made camp early after a brief journey; however, the following day, he picked up his pace. After navigating some difficult terrain, he received word in the evening that Hicetes was approaching Adranum and had set up camp near it. Upon hearing this news, his captains and officers stopped the advance of the vanguard so the army could rest and regroup to engage the enemy more effectively. But Timoleon, arriving in haste, urged them not to pause for that reason, advising them to hurry and catch the enemy off guard, who were likely in disarray after their march and busy with setting up tents and preparing dinner. As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed his shield and led them forward as if to certain victory. The bravery of a leader like him inspired them all to follow with equal courage and confidence. They soon found themselves less than thirty furlongs from Adranum, which they quickly covered before launching an attack on the enemy, who were thrown into chaos and started retreating at the first contact. As a result of such minimal resistance and the early, widespread flight, only about three hundred were killed, and about twice that number were captured. However, they seized all the camp and supplies. The success of this assault quickly led the Adranitans to open their gates and align themselves with Timoleon, who they told, half scared and half awed, that at the moment of the fight, the doors of their temple had flung open on their own, that the javelin held by their god was seen to tremble at the tip, and drops of sweat had appeared running down his face—signs that not only foretold the victory they had just achieved but also seemed to signal all his future endeavors, for which this first successful action provided the opportunity.
For now the neighboring cities and potentates sent deputies, one upon another, to seek his friendship and make offer of their service. Among the rest, Mamercus, the tyrant of Catana, an experienced warrior and a wealthy prince, made proposals of alliance with him, and, what was of greater importance still, Dionysius himself being now grown desperate, and wellnigh forced to surrender, despising Hicetes who had been thus shamefully baffled, and admiring the valor of Timoleon, found means to advertise him and his Corinthians that he should be content to deliver up himself and the citadel into their hands. Timoleon, gladly embracing this unlooked for advantage, sends away Euclides and Telemachus, two Corinthian captains, with four hundred men, for the seizure and custody of the castle, with directions to enter not all at once, or in open view, that being impracticable so long as the enemy kept guard, but by stealth, and in small companies. And so they took possession of the fortress, and the palace of Dionysius, with all the stores and ammunition he had prepared and laid up to maintain the war. They found a good number of horses, every variety of engines, a multitude of darts, and weapons to arm seventy thousand men (a magazine that had been formed from ancient time), besides two thousand soldiers that were then with him, whom he gave up with the rest for Timoleon’s service. Dionysius himself, putting his treasure aboard, and taking a few friends, sailed away unobserved by Hicetes, and being brought to the camp of Timoleon, there first appeared in the humble dress of a private person, and was shortly after sent to Corinth with a single ship and a small sum of money. Born and educated in the most splendid court and the most absolute monarchy that ever was, which he held and kept up for the space of ten years succeeding his father’s death, he had, after Dion’s expedition, spent twelve other years in a continual agitation of wars and contests, and great variety of fortune, during which time all the mischiefs he had committed in his former reign were more than repaid by the ills he himself then suffered; since he lived to see the deaths of his sons in the prime and vigor of their age, and the rape of his daughters in the flower of their virginity, and the wicked abuse of his sister and his wife, who, after being first exposed to all the lawless insults of the soldiery, was then murdered with her children, and cast into the sea; the particulars of which are more exactly given in the life of Dion.
For now, the neighboring cities and rulers sent representatives, one after another, to seek his friendship and offer their support. Among them was Mamercus, the tyrant of Catana, an experienced warrior and a wealthy prince, who proposed an alliance. More importantly, Dionysius, now desperate and almost forced to surrender, looked down on Hicetes, who had been shamefully outmaneuvered, and admired Timoleon's bravery. He found a way to inform Timoleon and the people of Corinth that he was willing to hand over himself and the citadel. Timoleon, gladly accepting this unexpected opportunity, sent Euclides and Telemachus, two Corinthian leaders, with four hundred men to seize and secure the castle. He instructed them not to enter all at once or in plain sight, as this would be impossible while the enemy was on guard, but to do so quietly and in small groups. They took control of the fortress and Dionysius's palace, along with all the supplies and ammunition he had stockpiled for the war. They discovered a good number of horses, various siege engines, a multitude of darts, and enough weapons to equip seventy thousand men (a stockpile that had been built up over time), along with two thousand soldiers who were with him and who he handed over to Timoleon's command. Dionysius himself, loading his treasure onto a ship and taking a few friends, sailed away unnoticed by Hicetes. When he reached Timoleon's camp, he first appeared dressed humbly as a private citizen and soon after was sent to Corinth on a single ship with a small amount of money. Having been born and raised in one of the most opulent courts and in the most absolute monarchy ever, which he maintained for ten years after his father's death, he had spent twelve more years in constant warfare and turmoil following Dion's expedition. During that time, all the wrongs he had committed in his earlier reign were more than repaid by the suffering he endured, as he lived to see his sons die in their prime and vigor, his daughters suffer violations in the bloom of their youth, and the cruel mistreatment of his sister and wife, who, after enduring the unlawful assaults of soldiers, were murdered along with their children and cast into the sea; the details of which are more precisely recounted in the life of Dion.
Upon the news of his landing at Corinth, there was hardly a man in Greece who had not the curiosity to come and view the late formidable tyrant, and say some words to him; part, rejoicing at his disasters, were led thither out of mere spite and hatred, that they might have the pleasure of trampling, as it were, on the ruins of his broken fortune; but others, letting their attention and their sympathy turn rather to the changes and revolutions of his life, could not but see in them a proof of the strength and potency with which divine and unseen causes operate amidst the weakness of human and visible things. For neither art nor nature did in that age produce anything comparable to this work and wonder of fortune, which showed the very same man, that was not long before supreme monarch of Sicily, loitering about perhaps in the fish-market, or sitting in a perfumer’s shop, drinking the diluted wine of taverns, or squabbling in the street with common women, or pretending to instruct the singing women of the theater, and seriously disputing with them about the measure and harmony of pieces of music that were performed there. Such behavior on his part was variously criticized. He was thought by many to act thus out of pure compliance with his own natural indolent and vicious inclinations; while finer judges were of opinion, that in all this he was playing a politic part, with a design to be contemned among them, and that the Corinthians might not feel any apprehension or suspicion of his being uneasy under his reverse of fortune, or solicitous to retrieve it; to avoid which dangers, he purposely and against his true nature affected an appearance of folly and want of spirit in his private life and amusements.
Upon hearing about his arrival in Corinth, almost everyone in Greece felt the urge to come check out the once-feared tyrant and say a few words to him. Some were there to gloat over his misfortunes, driven by spite and hatred, relishing the chance to trample on the remnants of his shattered fortune. Others, however, focused on the dramatic twists and turns of his life, recognizing them as a testament to the power of unseen forces at work amid human frailty. In that era, neither art nor nature produced anything that compared to this remarkable turnaround in fortune, which showed the same man who had once been the highest ruler of Sicily, now loitering in the fish market, sitting in a perfume shop sipping watered-down wine from taverns, bickering in the streets with ordinary women, or pretending to teach the singers at the theater, seriously debating the rhythm and melody of the performances. His actions drew various criticisms. Many believed he behaved this way out of sheer laziness and moral weakness, while sharper minds thought he was playing a clever role to appear contemptible to the people, ensuring that the Corinthians wouldn’t suspect he felt uneasy about his fall from power or eager to reclaim it. To avoid such dangers, he intentionally put on an act of foolishness and lack of spirit in his everyday life and pursuits.
However it be, there are sayings and repartees of his left still upon record, which seem to show that he not ignobly accommodated himself to his present circumstances; as may appear in part from the ingenuousness of the avowal he made on coming to Leucadia, which, as well as Syracuse, was a Corinthian colony, where he told the inhabitants, that he found himself not unlike boys who have been in fault, who can talk cheerfully with their brothers, but are ashamed to see their father; so, likewise, he, he said, could gladly reside with them in that island, whereas he felt a certain awe upon his mind, which made him averse to the sight of Corinth, that was a common mother to them both. The thing is further evident from the reply he once made to a stranger in Corinth, who deriding him in a rude and scornful manner about the conferences he used to have with philosophers, whose company had been one of his pleasures while yet a monarch, and demanding, in fine, what he was the better now for all those wise and learned discourses of Plato, “Do you think,” said he, “I have made no profit of his philosophy, when you see me bear my change of fortune as I do?” And when Aristoxenus the musician, and several others, desired to know how Plato offended him, and what had been the ground of his displeasure with him, he made answer, that, of the many evils attaching to the condition of sovereignty, the one greatest infelicity was that none of those who were accounted friends would venture to speak freely, or tell the plain truth; and that by means of such he had been deprived of Plato’s kindness. At another time, when one of those pleasant companions that are desirous to pass for wits, in mockery to Dionysius, as if he were still the tyrant, shook out the folds of his cloak, as he was entering into the room where he was, to show there were no concealed weapons about him, Dionysius, by way of retort, observed, that he would prefer he would do so on leaving the room, as a security that he was carrying nothing off with him. And when Philip of Macedon, at a drinking party, began to speak in banter about the verses and tragedies which his father, Dionysius the elder, had left behind him, and pretended to wonder how he could get any time from his other business to compose such elaborate and ingenious pieces, he replied, very much to the purpose, “It was at those leisurable hours, which such as you and I, and those we call happy men, bestow upon our cups.” Plato had not the opportunity to see Dionysius at Corinth, being already dead before he came thither; but Diogenes of Sinope, at their first meeting in the street there, saluted him with the ambiguous expression, “O Dionysius, how little you deserve your present life!” Upon which Dionysius stopped and replied, “I thank you, Diogenes, for your condolence.” “Condole with you!” replied Diogenes; “do you not suppose that, on the contrary, I am indignant that such a slave as you, who, if you had your due, should have been let alone to grow old, and die in the state of tyranny, as your father did before you, should now enjoy the ease of private persons, and be here to sport and frolic it in our society?” So that when I compare those sad stories of Philistus, touching the daughters of Leptines, where he makes pitiful moan on their behalf, as fallen from all the blessings and advantages of powerful greatness to the miseries of a humble life, they seem to me like the lamentations of a woman who has lost her box of ointment, her purple dresses, and her golden trinkets. Such anecdotes will not, I conceive, be thought either foreign to my purpose of writing Lives, or unprofitable in themselves, by such readers as are not in too much haste, or busied and taken up with other concerns.
However it is, there are sayings and witty responses of his that still exist, showing that he managed to adapt to his situation pretty well; this is partly evident from the honest admission he made upon arriving in Leucadia, which, like Syracuse, was a Corinthian colony. He told the locals that he felt somewhat like a kid who has messed up: able to chat happily with siblings but embarrassed to face their dad. Similarly, he said, he could happily stay on the island but felt a certain dread about seeing Corinth, which was their shared origin. This is further illustrated by a response he once gave to a stranger in Corinth, who rudely mocked him for his discussions with philosophers, which he had enjoyed during his time as a ruler. The stranger asked what benefit he gained now from all those learned talks with Plato. "Do you think," he replied, "I haven't gained anything from his philosophy when you see how I handle my change in fortune?" When Aristoxenus the musician and others asked him why he was upset with Plato, he said that among all the problems of being in power, the worst was that those labeled as friends wouldn’t speak honestly or tell the truth. That’s how he lost Plato’s support. On another occasion, when a smart-aleck who wanted to appear witty mocked Dionysius, pretending he was still a tyrant by shaking out the folds of his cloak to show he had no concealed weapons, Dionysius shot back that he preferred he did that when leaving the room, as a way to ensure he wasn’t taking anything away. Later, at a drinking party, when Philip of Macedon joked about the verses and tragedies that Dionysius the elder had left behind, pretending to wonder how he could find time to create such elaborate pieces, Dionysius wisely replied, “It was during those leisure hours that you, I, and the so-called happy people spend on our drinks.” Plato didn’t get the chance to meet Dionysius in Corinth because he had already passed away by the time Dionysius arrived, but Diogenes of Sinope greeted him on their first encounter in the street with the pointed remark, “Oh Dionysius, how little you deserve your current life!” To which Dionysius stopped and replied, “Thank you, Diogenes, for your condolences.” “Condole with you!” retorted Diogenes. “Do you really think I’m upset that such a slave as you, who should have been allowed to age and die under tyranny like your father, gets to enjoy the freedom of private life and join us for fun?” So when I compare those sad accounts from Philistus about the daughters of Leptines, where he mourns for them as they fall from all the blessings of power to the hardships of a humble life, it strikes me like a woman crying over losing her box of perfume, her fancy dresses, and her gold jewelry. These anecdotes, I believe, will not be seen as irrelevant to my aim of writing Lives or unworthy in themselves by those readers who aren't in too much of a hurry or too caught up in other matters.
But if the misfortune of Dionysius appear strange and extraordinary, we shall have no less reason to wonder at the good fortune of Timoleon, who, within fifty days after his landing in Sicily, both recovered the citadel of Syracuse, and sent Dionysius an exile into Peloponnesus. This lucky beginning so animated the Corinthians, that they ordered him a supply of two thousand foot and two hundred horse, who, reaching Thurii, intended to cross over thence into Sicily; but finding the whole sea beset with Carthaginian ships, which made their passage impracticable, they were constrained to stop there, and watch their opportunity: which time, however, was employed in a noble action. For the Thurians, going out to war against their Bruttian enemies, left their city in charge with these Corinthian strangers, who defended it as carefully as if it had been their own country, and faithfully resigned it up again.
But if Dionysius's misfortune seems strange and extraordinary, we also have good reason to be amazed by Timoleon's good fortune. In just fifty days after arriving in Sicily, he not only recaptured the citadel of Syracuse but also exiled Dionysius to Peloponnesus. This fortunate start so inspired the Corinthians that they sent him reinforcements of two thousand infantry and two hundred cavalry, who, after arriving in Thurii, planned to cross over to Sicily. However, they found the entire sea blocked by Carthaginian ships, making the passage impossible. Therefore, they had to stay there and wait for a better opportunity. During this time, the Thurians went out to fight their Bruttian enemies, leaving their city in the care of these Corinthian newcomers, who defended it as if it were their own homeland and faithfully returned it afterward.
Hicetes, in the interim, continued still to besiege the castle of Syracuse, and hindered all provisions from coming in by sea to relieve the Corinthians that were in it. He had engaged also, and dispatched towards Adranum, two unknown foreigners to assassinate Timoleon, who at no time kept any standing guard about his person, and was then altogether secure, diverting himself, without any apprehension, among the citizens of the place, it being a festival in honor of their gods. The two men that were sent, having casually heard that Timoleon was about to sacrifice, came directly into the temple with poniards under their cloaks, and pressing in among the crowd, by little and little got up close to the altar; but, as they were just looking for a sign from each other to begin the attempt, a third person struck one of them over the head with a sword, upon whose sudden fall, neither he that gave the blow, nor the partisan of him that received it, kept their stations any longer; but the one, making way with his bloody sword, put no stop to his flight, till he gained the top of a certain lofty precipice, while the other, laying hold of the altar, besought Timoleon to spare his life, and he would reveal to him the whole conspiracy. His pardon being granted, he confessed that both himself and his dead companion were sent thither purposely to slay him. While this discovery was made, he that killed the other conspirator had been fetched down from his sanctuary of the rock, loudly and often protesting, as he came along, that there was no injustice in the fact, as he had only taken righteous vengeance for his father’s blood, whom this man had murdered before in the city of Leontini; the truth of which was attested by several there present, who could not choose but wonder too at the strange dexterity of fortune’s operations, the facility with which she makes one event the spring and motion to something wholly different, uniting every scattered accident and lose particular and remote action, and interweaving them together to serve her purposes; so that things that in themselves seem to have no connection or interdependence whatsoever, become in her hands, so to say, the end and the beginning of each other. The Corinthians, satisfied as to the innocence of this seasonable feat, honored and rewarded the author with a present of ten pounds in their money, since he had, as it were, lent the use of his just resentment to the tutelar genius that seemed to be protecting Timoleon, and had not preexpended this anger, so long ago conceived, but had reserved and deferred, under fortune’s guidance, for his preservation, the revenge of a private quarrel.
Hicetes, meanwhile, continued to besiege the castle of Syracuse and blocked all supplies from arriving by sea to help the Corinthians inside. He had also hired and sent two unknown foreigners to assassinate Timoleon, who never had any guards around him and was completely at ease, enjoying the festivities among the citizens honoring their gods. The two men, having learned that Timoleon was about to make a sacrifice, entered the temple with daggers hidden under their cloaks and gradually moved through the crowd until they got close to the altar. Just as they were looking for a sign from each other to start their attack, a third person struck one of them on the head with a sword. With that sudden blow, neither the attacker nor the ally of the one who was hit stayed in place any longer; the first fled with his bloody sword until he reached the top of a high cliff, while the other, grabbing onto the altar, begged Timoleon to spare his life and promised to reveal the entire conspiracy. With his pardon granted, he admitted that both he and his dead accomplice had been sent there specifically to kill Timoleon. While this revelation was happening, the one who had killed the other conspirator was brought down from his rocky hideout, loudly insisting as he approached that he had done no wrong, claiming he had only taken righteous revenge for his father's murder, which Timoleon had committed earlier in the city of Leontini. Several witnesses confirmed this, and they couldn't help but marvel at the strange workings of fate, noticing how easily it turns one event into a trigger for something entirely different, connecting every scattered incident and seemingly unrelated action into a single narrative to serve its purposes; thus, what seems to have no link at all can, in fate's hands, become the start and finish of each other. The Corinthians, satisfied with the justification of this timely action, honored and rewarded the man with ten pounds from their funds since he had, in a sense, lent his rightful anger to the protective spirit that seemed to be watching over Timoleon, reserving his long-held desire for revenge until the right moment, guided by fortune, to safeguard him.
But this fortunate escape had effects and consequences beyond the present, as it inspired the highest hopes and future expectations of Timoleon, making people reverence and protect him as a sacred person sent by heaven to avenge and redeem Sicily. Hicetes, having missed his aim in this enterprise, and perceiving, also, that many went off and sided with Timoleon, began to chide himself for his foolish modesty, that, when so considerable a force of the Carthaginians lay ready to be commanded by him, he had employed them hitherto by degrees and in small numbers, introducing their reinforcements by stealth and clandestinely, as if he had been ashamed of the action. Therefore, now laying aside his former nicety, he calls in Mago, their admiral, with his whole navy, who presently set sail, and seized upon the port with a formidable fleet of at least a hundred and fifty vessels, landing there sixty thousand foot which were all lodged within the city of Syracuse; so that, in all men’s opinion, the time anciently talked of and long expected, wherein Sicily should be subjugated by barbarians, was now come to its fatal period. For in all their preceding wars and many desperate conflicts with Sicily, the Carthaginians had never been able, before this, to take Syracuse; whereas Hicetes now receiving them, and putting the city into their hands, you might see it become now as it were a camp of barbarians. By this means, the Corinthian soldiers that kept the castle found themselves brought into great danger and hardship; as, besides that their provision grew scarce, and they began to be in want, because the havens were strictly guarded and blocked up, the enemy exercised them still with skirmishes and combats about their walls, and they were not only obliged to be continually in arms, but to divide and prepare themselves for assaults and encounters of every kind, and to repel every variety of the means of offense employed by a besieging army.
But this fortunate escape had effects and consequences that extended beyond the present, inspiring Timoleon's highest hopes and future expectations. People began to revere and protect him as a sacred figure sent by heaven to avenge and redeem Sicily. Hicetes, realizing he had failed in this mission and seeing many defect to Timoleon's side, began to regret his foolish modesty. With such a significant force of Carthaginians at his command, he had only used them gradually and in small numbers, introducing reinforcements secretly, as if he was ashamed of taking action. So, putting aside his earlier hesitation, he called in Mago, their admiral, with his entire navy, which promptly set sail and seized the port with a formidable fleet of at least one hundred fifty vessels, landing sixty thousand infantry, all of whom were settled within the city of Syracuse. Consequently, many believed that the long-anticipated time for Sicily's subjugation by barbarians had finally arrived. In all their previous wars and numerous desperate battles with Sicily, the Carthaginians had never managed to take Syracuse, but now, with Hicetes surrendering the city to them, it became like a camp of barbarians. This situation put the Corinthian soldiers guarding the fortress in great danger and hardship. Their supplies were becoming scarce, and they started to face shortages because the harbors were tightly guarded and blocked. The enemy continuously harassed them with skirmishes and combats around their walls, forcing them to remain armed at all times, divide their forces, and prepare for assaults and various encounters, the defenders having to fend off every kind of offensive tactic employed by a besieging army.
Timoleon made shift to relieve them in these straits, sending corn from Catana by small fishing-boats and little skiffs, which commonly gained a passage through the Carthaginian galleys in times of storm, stealing up when the blockading ships were driven apart and dispersed by the stress of weather; which Mago and Hicetes observing, they agreed to fall upon Catana, from whence these supplies were brought in to the besieged, and accordingly put off from Syracuse, taking with them the best soldiers in their whole army. Upon this, Neon the Corinthian, who was captain of those that kept the citadel, taking notice that the enemies who stayed there behind were very negligent and careless in keeping guard, made a sudden sally upon them as they lay scattered, and, killing some and putting others to flight, he took and possessed himself of that quarter which they call Acradina, and was thought to be the strongest and most impregnable part of Syracuse, a city made up and compacted as it were, of several towns put together. Having thus stored himself with corn and money, he did not abandon the place, nor retire again into the castle, but fortifying the precincts of Acradina, and joining it by works to the citadel, he undertook the defense of both. Mago and Hicetes were now come near to Catana, when a horseman, dispatched from Syracuse, brought them tidings that Acradina was taken; upon which they returned, in all haste, with great disorder and confusion, having neither been able to reduce the city they went against, nor to preserve that they were masters of.
Timoleon managed to help them in their tough situation by sending corn from Catana using small fishing boats and skiffs, which often managed to slip through the Carthaginian ships during storms, taking advantage of the fact that the blockading vessels were scattered by the rough weather. Mago and Hicetes noticed this and decided to attack Catana, the source of the supplies for the besieged, so they left Syracuse with their best soldiers. Meanwhile, Neon the Corinthian, who was in charge of the citadel, saw that the enemy left behind were careless in their guard. He made a sudden move against them as they were scattered, killing some and forcing others to flee, and he took control of the area known as Acradina, which was believed to be the strongest and most secure part of Syracuse, a city that was essentially a collection of several towns. After securing corn and money, he didn’t abandon Acradina or retreat to the castle; instead, he fortified the area and connected it with the citadel, taking on the defense of both. Mago and Hicetes had just reached Catana when a courier sent from Syracuse informed them that Acradina had fallen. They quickly returned in a state of chaos and confusion, having failed to conquer the city they had set out for and unable to protect the one they already controlled.
These successes, indeed, were such as might leave foresight and courage a pretence still of disputing it with fortune, which contributed most to the result. But the next following event can scarcely be ascribed to anything but pure felicity. The Corinthian soldiers who stayed at Thurii, partly for fear of the Carthaginian galleys which lay in wait for them under the command of Hanno, and partly because of tempestuous weather which had lasted for many days, and rendered the sea dangerous, took a resolution to march by land over the Bruttian territories, and, what with persuasion and force together, made good their passage through those barbarians to the city of Rhegium, the sea being still rough and raging as before. But Hanno, not expecting the Corinthians would venture out, and supposing it would be useless to wait there any longer, bethought himself, as he imagined, of a most ingenious and clever stratagem apt to delude and ensnare the enemy; in pursuance of which he commanded the seamen to crown themselves with garlands, and, adorning his galleys with bucklers both of the Greek and Carthaginian make, he sailed away for Syracuse in this triumphant equipage, and using all his oars as he passed under the castle with much shouting and laughter, cried out, on purpose to dishearten the besieged, that he was come from vanquishing and taking the Corinthian succors, which he fell upon at sea as they were passing over into Sicily. While he was thus biding and playing his tricks before Syracuse, the Corinthians, now come as far as Rhegium, observing the coast clear, and that the wind was laid as it were by miracle, to afford them in all appearance a quiet and smooth passage, went immediately aboard on such little barks and fishing-boats as were then at hand, and got over to Sicily with such complete safety and in such an extraordinary calm, that they drew their horses by the reins, swimming along by them as the vessels went across.
These successes really made it seem like foresight and courage could still challenge fortune, which played a big role in the outcome. But what happened next can hardly be credited to anything other than sheer luck. The Corinthian soldiers who stayed in Thurii, partly due to fear of the Carthaginian ships lying in wait under Hanno's command and partly because of the stormy weather that had persisted for days, decided to march overland through the Bruttian territories. With a mix of persuasion and force, they managed to get through those hostile tribes to the city of Rhegium, while the sea remained as rough and turbulent as ever. However, Hanno, not anticipating that the Corinthians would actually attempt to leave, thought it would be pointless to wait there any longer. He came up with what he believed was a clever plan to trick and trap the enemy. He ordered his sailors to adorn themselves with garlands, decorated his ships with shields from both Greek and Carthaginian styles, and sailed away to Syracuse in this ostentatious fashion, using all his oars as he passed under the castle while cheering and laughing. He shouted, intending to discourage the besieged, that he had just returned from defeating and capturing the Corinthian reinforcements he encountered at sea as they tried to cross over to Sicily. While he was busy playing his tricks in front of Syracuse, the Corinthians, having reached Rhegium, noticed the coast was clear and that the wind had miraculously calmed, giving them seemingly perfect conditions for a safe crossing. They immediately boarded the small boats and fishing vessels available and crossed over to Sicily in such complete safety and unusual calm that they even pulled their horses along with them as they swam beside the boats.
When they were all landed, Timoleon came to receive them, and by their means at once obtained possession of Messena, from whence he marched in good order to Syracuse, trusting more to his late prosperous achievements than his present strength, as the whole army he had then with him did not exceed the number of four thousand; Mago, however, was troubled and fearful at the first notice of his coming, and grew more apprehensive and jealous still upon the following occasion. The marshes about Syracuse, that receive a great deal of fresh water, as well from springs as from lakes and rivers discharging themselves into the sea, breed abundance of eels, which may be always taken there in great quantities by any that will fish for them. The mercenary soldiers that served on both sides, were wont to follow the sport together at their vacant hours, and upon any cessation of arms, who being all Greeks, and having no cause of private enmity to each other, as they would venture bravely in fight, so in times of truce used to meet and converse amicably together. And at this present time, while engaged about this common business of fishing, they fell into talk together; and some expressing their admiration of the neighboring sea, and others telling how much they were taken with the convenience and commodiousness of the buildings and public works, one of the Corinthian party took occasion to demand of the others: “And is it possible that you who are Grecians born, should be so forward to reduce a city of this greatness, and enjoying so many rare advantages, into the state of barbarism; and lend your assistance to plant Carthaginians, that are the worst and bloodiest of men, so much the nearer to us? whereas you should rather wish there were many more Sicilies to lie between them and Greece. Have you so little sense as to believe, that they come hither with an army, from the Pillars of Hercules and the Atlantic Sea, to hazard themselves for the establishment of Hicetes? who, if he had had the consideration which becomes a general, would never have thrown out his ancestors and founders to bring in the enemies of his country in the room of them, when he might have enjoyed all suitable honor and command, with consent of Timoleon and the rest of Corinth.” The Greeks that were in pay with Hicetes, noising these discourses about their camp, gave Mago some ground to suspect, as indeed he had long sought for a pretence to be gone, that there was treachery contrived against him; so that, although Hicetes entreated him to tarry, and made it appear how much stronger they were than the enemy, yet, conceiving they came far more short of Timoleon in respect of courage and fortune, than they surpassed him in number, he presently went aboard, and set sail for Africa, letting Sicily escape out of his hands with dishonor to himself, and for such uncertain causes, that no human reason could give an account of his departure.
When they all arrived, Timoleon came to greet them and immediately took control of Messena, from where he marched orderly to Syracuse. He relied more on his recent successful battles than on his current strength, as the entire army he had with him numbered fewer than four thousand. However, Mago was troubled and anxious at the first news of his arrival and became even more worried and jealous shortly after. The marshes around Syracuse, which receive a lot of fresh water from springs, lakes, and rivers flowing into the sea, are full of eels that can be caught in large quantities by anyone who wants to fish. The mercenary soldiers fighting on both sides often enjoyed fishing together during their free time and during any ceasefire. Being all Greeks and having no reason for personal hostility towards each other, they fought bravely in battle and met amicably during truce times. At that moment, while they were fishing, they began talking, with some expressing admiration for the sea nearby and others commenting on the convenience and suitability of the buildings and public works. One of the Corinthians asked the others, “Is it really possible that you, as Greeks, are so eager to reduce such a great city that has so many advantages to a state of barbarism and help the Carthaginians, who are the worst and bloodiest of men, come closer to us? Wouldn't you rather wish for more Sicilies to be between them and Greece? Do you really think they came all the way from the Pillars of Hercules and the Atlantic Sea with an army to risk themselves for the sake of Hicetes? If he had any sense as a general, he would never have exiled his ancestors and founders to bring in the enemies of his country in their place when he could have enjoyed all the appropriate honor and command with the approval of Timoleon and the rest of Corinth.” The Greek mercenaries loyal to Hicetes, hearing these discussions around their camp, gave Mago reason to suspect that there was a plot against him, which he had long been looking for an excuse to leave. So, even though Hicetes urged him to stay and made it clear how much stronger they were than the enemy, he thought they were far less courageous and fortunate than Timoleon, even if they outnumbered him. He quickly boarded a ship and set sail for Africa, leaving Sicily behind in disgrace and for such uncertain reasons that no reasonable explanation could account for his departure.
The day after he went away, Timoleon came up before the city, in array for a battle. But when he and his company heard of this sudden flight, and saw the docks all empty, they could not forbear laughing at the cowardice of Mago, and in mockery caused proclamation to be made through the city, that a reward would be given to any one who could bring them tidings whither the Carthaginian fleet had conveyed itself from them. However, Hicetes resolving to fight it out alone, and not quitting his hold of the city, but sticking close to the quarters he was in possession of, places that were well fortified and not easy to be attacked, Timoleon divided his forces into three parts, and fell himself upon the side where the river Anapus ran, which was most strong and difficult of access; and he commanded those that were led by Isias, a Corinthian captain, to make their assault from the post of Acradina, while Dinarchus and Demaretus, that brought him the last supply from Corinth, were, with a third division, to attempt the quarter called Epipolae. A considerable impression being made from every side at once, the soldiers of Hicetes were beaten off and put to flight; and this, — that the city came to be taken by storm, and fall suddenly into their hands, upon the defeat and rout of the enemy, — we must in all justice ascribe to the valor of the assailants, and the wise conduct of their general; but that not so much as a man of the Corinthians was either slain or wounded in the action, this the good fortune of Timoleon seems to challenge for her own work, as though, in a sort of rivalry with his own personal exertions, she made it her aim to exceed and obscure his actions by her favors, that those who heard him commended for his noble deeds might rather admire the happiness, than the merit of them. For the fame of what was done not only passed through all Sicily, and filled Italy with wonder, but even Greece itself, after a few days, came to ring with the greatness of his exploit; insomuch that those of Corinth, who had as yet no certainty that their auxiliaries were landed on the island, had tidings brought them at the same time that they were safe and were conquerors. In so prosperous a course did affairs run, and such was the speed and celerity of execution with which fortune, as with a new ornament, set off the native lustres of the performance.
The day after he left, Timoleon arrived outside the city, ready for battle. But when he and his men heard about this sudden retreat and saw the docks completely empty, they couldn't help but laugh at Mago's cowardice. In jest, they announced throughout the city that a reward would be offered to anyone who could bring them news of where the Carthaginian fleet had gone. Meanwhile, Hicetes, determined to fight it out alone and not abandon his hold on the city, stuck close to the well-fortified positions he controlled, which were tough to attack. Timoleon divided his forces into three groups and attacked on the side where the river Anapus ran, which was the strongest and hardest to access. He ordered Isias, a captain from Corinth, to launch an assault from the post of Acradina, while Dinarchus and Demaretus, who brought him the last reinforcements from Corinth, were to try to attack the area called Epipolae with a third division. With a significant assault happening from all sides at once, Hicetes’s soldiers were driven off and put to flight. The city was taken by storm and suddenly fell into their hands after the defeat of the enemy. This victory must be credited to the bravery of the attackers and the wise leadership of their general; however, the fact that not a single Corinthian was killed or wounded in the process seems to indicate that Timoleon's good fortune played a significant role, as if it aimed to outshine his personal efforts by showing him favor, so that those who praised him for his noble actions might admire his luck more than his skills. The news of what had happened spread across all of Sicily, amazed Italy, and soon reached Greece itself, making waves about his great exploits. So much so that those in Corinth, who still had no confirmation that their allies had landed on the island, received news at the same time that they were safe and victorious. Affairs were running so smoothly, and fortune executed her plans with such speed and efficiency, that it seemed like she adorned the natural brilliance of the accomplishment with a new shine.
Timoleon, being master of the citadel, avoided the error which Dion had been guilty of. He spared not the place for the beauty and sumptuousness of its fabric, and, keeping clear of those suspicions which occasioned first the unpopularity and afterwards the fall of Dion, made a public crier give notice, that all the Syracusans who were willing to have a hand in the work, should bring pick-axes and mattocks, and other instruments, and help him to demolish the fortifications of the tyrants. When they all came up with one accord, looking upon that order and that day as the surest foundation of their liberty, they not only pulled down the castle, but overturned the palaces and monuments adjoining, and whatever else might preserve any memory of former tyrants. Having soon leveled and cleared the place, he there presently erected courts for administration of justice, gratifying the citizens by this means, and building popular government on the fall and ruin of tyranny. But since he had recovered a city destitute of inhabitants, some of them dead in civil wars and insurrections, and others being fled to escape tyrants, so that through solitude and want of people the great marketplace of Syracuse was overgrown with such quantity of rank herbage that it became a pasture for their horses, the grooms lying along in the grass as they fed by them; while also other towns, very few excepted, were become full of stags and wild boars, so that those who had nothing else to do went frequently a hunting, and found game in the suburbs and about the walls; and not one of those who had possessed themselves of castles, or made garrisons in the country, could be persuaded to quit their present abode, or would accept an invitation to return back into the city, so much did they all dread and abhor the very name of assemblies and forms of government and public speaking, that had produced the greater part of those usurpers who had successively assumed a dominion over them, — Timoleon, therefore, with the Syracusans that remained, considering this vast desolation, and how little hope there was to have it otherwise supplied, thought good to write to the Corinthians, requesting that they would send a colony out of Greece to repeople Syracuse. For else the land about it would lie unimproved; and besides this, they expected to be involved in a greater war from Africa, having news brought them that Mago had killed himself, and that the Carthaginians, out of rage for his ill conduct in the late expedition, had caused his body to be nailed upon a cross, and that they were raising a mighty force, with design to make their descent upon Sicily the next summer.
Timoleon, now in charge of the citadel, avoided the mistake that Dion made. He didn’t spare the place just because it was beautiful and lavishly built. Staying away from the doubts that led to Dion's unpopularity and eventual downfall, he had a public crier announce that all Syracusans willing to help should bring pickaxes, mattocks, and other tools to help dismantle the tyrants’ fortifications. When everyone showed up, united in purpose, viewing that order and day as the best chance for their freedom, they not only tore down the castle but also demolished the nearby palaces and monuments, erasing any remnants of the past tyrants. After leveling and clearing the area, he quickly set up courts for justice, pleasing the citizens and building a popular government from the ruins of tyranny. However, since he had reclaimed a city empty of people—some dead from civil wars and uprisings, and others having fled to escape the tyrants—the great marketplace of Syracuse became overrun with so much wild grass that it turned into a pasture for horses, with grooms lounging in the grass beside them. Other nearby towns, with very few exceptions, were filled with deer and wild boars, so those with nothing else to do often went hunting, finding game around the suburbs and walls. Not a single person who had taken over any castles or set up garrisons in the countryside was willing to leave their current homes or accept an invitation to return to the city; they all feared and hated the very idea of assemblies, government, and public speaking, which had led to most of the usurpers who had ruled over them. Therefore, Timoleon and the remaining Syracusans, recognizing this great desolation and the slim chance of improving things, decided to write to the Corinthians, asking them to send a colony from Greece to repopulate Syracuse. If they didn’t, the land would remain unproductive, and they were also bracing for a greater war from Africa, having heard that Mago had killed himself and that the Carthaginians, furious over his poor performance in the recent campaign, had crucified his body and were gathering a large force with plans to invade Sicily the following summer.
These letters from Timoleon being delivered at Corinth, and the ambassadors of Syracuse beseeching them at the same time, that they would take upon them the care of their poor city, and once again become the founders of it, the Corinthians were not tempted by any feeling of cupidity to lay hold of the advantage. Nor did they seize and appropriate the city to themselves, but going about first to the games that are kept as sacred in Greece, and to the most numerously attended religious assemblages, they made publication by heralds, that the Corinthians, having destroyed the usurpation at Syracuse and driven out the tyrant, did thereby invite the Syracusan exiles, and any other Siceliots, to return and inhabit the city, with full enjoyment of freedom under their own laws, the land being divided among them in just and equal proportions. And after this, sending messengers into Asia and the several islands where they understood that most of the scattered fugitives were then residing, they bade them all repair to Corinth, engaging that the Corinthians would afford them vessels and commanders, and a safe convoy, at their own charges, to Syracuse. Such generous proposals, being thus spread about, gained them the just and honorable recompense of general praise and benediction, for delivering the country from oppressors, and saving it from barbarians, and restoring it at length to the rightful owners of the place. These, when they were assembled at Corinth, and found how insufficient their company was, besought the Corinthians that they might have a supplement of other persons, as well out of their city as the rest of Greece, to go with them as joint-colonists; and so raising themselves to the number of ten thousand, they sailed together to Syracuse. By this time great multitudes, also, from Italy and Sicily, had flocked in to Timoleon, so that, as Athanis reports, their entire body amounted now to sixty thousand men. Among these he divided the whole territory, and sold the houses for a thousand talents; by which method, he both left it in the power of the old Syracusans to redeem their own, and made it a means also for raising a stock for the community, which had been so much impoverished of late, and was so unable to defray other expenses, and especially those of a war, that they exposed their very statues to sale, a regular process being observed, and sentence of auction passed upon each of them by majority of votes, as if they had been so many criminals taking their trial: in the course of which it is said that while condemnation was pronounced upon all other statues, that of the ancient usurper Gelo was exempted, out of admiration and honor and for the sake of the victory he gained over the Carthaginian forces at the river Himera.
These letters from Timoleon were delivered in Corinth, and at the same time, the ambassadors from Syracuse were pleading with them to take care of their struggling city and become its founders once more. The Corinthians weren't motivated by greed to take advantage of the situation. They didn't claim the city for themselves; instead, they first went to the sacred games and the large religious gatherings in Greece, announcing through heralds that the Corinthians, having overthrown the tyranny in Syracuse and driven out the oppressor, were inviting the exiled Syracusans and any other Sicilians to return and live in the city, enjoying complete freedom under their own laws, with the land divided fairly among them. After that, they sent messengers to Asia and the islands where most of the refugees were living, asking them to come to Corinth and assuring them that the Corinthians would provide ships and leaders, along with safe passage, at their own expense, to Syracuse. These generous offers spread quickly and earned them widespread praise and blessings for freeing the land from oppressors, saving it from invaders, and finally returning it to its rightful owners. When those assembled at Corinth realized their numbers were lacking, they asked the Corinthians for more people, both from their city and the rest of Greece, to join them as co-colonists; thus, they increased their numbers to ten thousand and sailed together to Syracuse. By this time, many others from Italy and Sicily had joined Timoleon, so that, as Athanis reports, their total number reached sixty thousand men. He divided the entire territory among them and sold the houses for a thousand talents; this way, he allowed the former Syracusans the chance to reclaim their properties and also raised funds for the community, which had been left so poor recently that they resorted to selling their own statues, following a formal process where each was auctioned off as if they were criminals on trial: during this auction, it’s said that while all other statues were condemned, that of the old usurper Gelo was spared out of admiration and respect for his victory over the Carthaginian forces at the river Himera.
Syracuse being thus happily revived, and replenished again by the general concourse of inhabitants from all parts, Timoleon was desirous now to rescue other cities from the like bondage, and wholly and once for all to extirpate arbitrary government out of Sicily. And for this purpose, marching into the territories of those that used it, he compelled Hicetes first to renounce the Carthaginian interest, and, demolishing the fortresses which were held by him, to live henceforth among the Leontinians as a private person. Leptines, also, the tyrant of Apollonia and divers other little towns, after some resistance made, seeing the danger he was in of being taken by force, surrendered himself; upon which Timoleon spared his life, and sent him away to Corinth, counting it a glorious thing that the mother city should expose to the view of other Greeks these Sicilian tyrants, living now in an exiled and a low condition. After this he returned to Syracuse, that he might have leisure to attend to the establishment of the new constitution, and assist Cephalus and Dionysius, who were sent from Corinth to make laws, in determining the most important points of it. In the meanwhile, desirous that his hired soldiers should not want action, but might rather enrich themselves by some plunder from the enemy, he dispatched Dinarchus and Demaretus with a portion of them into the part of the island belonging to the Carthaginians, where they obliged several cities to revolt from the barbarians, and not only lived in great abundance themselves, but raised money from their spoil to carry on the war.
Syracuse was happily revived and once again filled with people from all around. Timoleon wanted to free other cities from similar oppression and completely eliminate arbitrary rule in Sicily. To achieve this, he marched into the territories of those who practiced it. He forced Hicetes to give up his ties with the Carthaginians and tore down the fortresses under his control, making him live among the Leontinians as an ordinary citizen. Leptines, the tyrant of Apollonia and several other small towns, initially resisted but, seeing the threat of being captured, surrendered. Timoleon spared his life and sent him back to Corinth, considering it a noble act for the mother city to showcase these exiled Sicilian tyrants living in a lowly state. After this, he returned to Syracuse to focus on establishing the new government and help Cephalus and Dionysius, who had come from Corinth to draft laws, with the key aspects of it. Meanwhile, wanting to keep his hired soldiers active and allow them to gather wealth through plunder, he sent Dinarchus and Demaretus with some of the troops to the part of the island controlled by the Carthaginians. They forced several cities to revolt against the barbarians, living in great comfort themselves and collecting funds from their spoils to continue the war.
Meantime, the Carthaginians landed at the promontory of Lilybaeum, bringing with them an army of seventy thousand men on board two hundred galleys, besides a thousand other vessels laden with engines of battery, chariots, corn, and other military stores, as if they did not intend to manage the war by piecemeal and in parts as heretofore, but to drive the Greeks altogether and at once out of all Sicily. And indeed it was a force sufficient to overpower the Siceliots, even though they had been at perfect union among themselves, and had never been enfeebled by intestine quarrels. Hearing that part of their subject territory was suffering devastation, they forthwith made toward the Corinthians with great fury, having Asdrubal and Hamilcar for their generals; the report of whose numbers and strength coming suddenly to Syracuse, the citizens were so terrified, that hardly three thousand, among so many myriads of them, had the courage to take up arms and join Timoleon. The foreigners, serving for pay, were not above four thousand in all, and about a thousand of these grew fainthearted by the way, and forsook Timoleon in his march towards the enemy, looking on him as frantic and distracted, destitute of the sense which might have been expected from his time of life, thus to venture out against an army of seventy thousand men, with no more than five thousand foot and a thousand horse; and, when he should have kept those forces to defend the city, choosing rather to remove them eight days’ journey from Syracuse, so that if they were beaten from the field, they would have no retreat, nor any burial if they fell upon it. Timoleon, however, reckoned it some kind of advantage, that these had thus discovered themselves before the battle, and, encouraging the rest, led them with all speed to the river Crimesus, where it was told him the Carthaginians were drawn together.
Meanwhile, the Carthaginians landed at the promontory of Lilybaeum, bringing an army of seventy thousand men on two hundred ships, along with a thousand other vessels filled with siege engines, chariots, grain, and other military supplies. It seemed they didn't plan to fight the Greeks bit by bit as before, but to drive them completely out of Sicily all at once. This force was strong enough to overpower the Siceliots, even if they had united and had never been weakened by internal conflicts. When they heard that part of their territory was being devastated, they quickly advanced toward the Corinthians with great anger, led by generals Asdrubal and Hamilcar. When news of their numbers and strength reached Syracuse, the citizens were so frightened that barely three thousand of them had the courage to take up arms and join Timoleon. The foreign mercenaries were only about four thousand in total, and around a thousand of them lost heart along the way and abandoned Timoleon as he marched toward the enemy, viewing him as reckless and irrational, lacking the wisdom expected of someone his age to confront an army of seventy thousand with only five thousand infantry and a thousand cavalry. Instead of keeping his forces to defend the city, he chose to move them eight days’ journey from Syracuse, leaving them without a retreat or burial if they were defeated. However, Timoleon considered it somewhat advantageous that these men had revealed their lack of resolve before the battle. Encouraging the others, he quickly led them to the river Crimesus, where he was told the Carthaginians had gathered.
As he was marching up an ascent, from the top of which they expected to have a view of the army and of the strength of the enemy, there met him by chance a train of mules loaded with parsley; which his soldiers conceived to be an ominous occurrence or ill-boding token, because this is the herb with which we not unfrequently adorn the sepulchres of the dead; and there is a proverb derived from the custom, used of one who is dangerously sick, that he has need of nothing but parsley. So, to ease their minds, and free them from any superstitious thoughts or forebodings of evil, Timoleon halted, and concluded an address, suitable to the occasion, by saying, that a garland of triumph was here luckily brought them, and had fallen into their hands of its own accord, as an anticipation of victory: the same with which the Corinthians crown the victors in the Isthmian games, accounting chaplets of parsley the sacred wreath proper to their country; parsley being at that time still the emblem of victory at the Isthmian, as it is now at the Nemean sports; and it is not so very long ago that the pine first began to be used in its place.
As he was marching up a hill, from the top of which they expected to see the army and the strength of the enemy, he unexpectedly encountered a group of mules carrying parsley. His soldiers thought this was an ominous sign because parsley is often used to decorate graves, and there's a saying about someone who is dangerously ill that all they need is parsley. To ease their minds and dispel any superstitious fears of misfortune, Timoleon paused and delivered a speech fitting for the situation, saying that a garland of triumph had fortuitously come to them and had fallen into their hands as a sign of impending victory. This was the same garland the Corinthians used to crown the winners in the Isthmian games, considering parsley chaplets as the sacred wreath of their land; at that time, parsley was still a symbol of victory at the Isthmian games, as it is now at the Nemean games, and it wasn’t long ago that the pine began to replace it.
Timoleon, therefore, having thus bespoke his soldiers, took part of the parsley, and with it made himself a chaplet first, his captains and their companies all following the example of their leader. The soothsayers then, observing also two eagles on the wing towards them, one of which bore a snake struck through with her talons, and the other, as she flew, uttered a loud cry indicating boldness and assurance, at once showed them to the soldiers, who with one consent fell to supplicate the gods, and call them in to their assistance. It was now about the beginning of summer, and conclusion of the month called Thargelion, not far from the solstice; and the river sending up a thick mist, all the adjacent plain was at first darkened with the fog, so that for a while they could discern nothing from the enemy’s camp; only a confused buzz and undistinguished mixture of voices came up to the hill from the distant motions and clamors of so vast a multitude. When the Corinthians had mounted, and stood on the top, and had laid down their bucklers to take breath and repose themselves, the sun coming round and drawing up the vapors from below, the gross foggy air that was now gathered and condensed above formed in a cloud upon the mountains; and, all the under places being clear and open, the river Crimesus appeared to them again, and they could descry the enemies passing over it, first with their formidable four horse chariots of war, and then ten thousand footmen bearing white shields, whom they guessed to be all Carthaginians, from the splendor of their arms, and the slowness and order of their march. And when now the troops of various other nations, flowing in behind them, began to throng for passage in a tumultuous and unruly manner, Timoleon, perceiving that the river gave them opportunity to single off whatever number of their enemies they had a mind to engage at once, and bidding his soldiers observe how their forces were divided into two separate bodies by the intervention of the stream, some being already over, and others still to ford it, gave Demaretus command to fall in upon the Carthaginians with his horse, and disturb their ranks before they should be drawn up into form of battle; and coming down into the plain himself, forming his right and left wing of other Sicilians, intermingling only a few strangers in each, he placed the natives of Syracuse in the middle, with the stoutest mercenaries he had about his own person; and, waiting a little to observe the action of his horse, when he saw they were not only hindered from grappling with the Carthaginians by the armed chariots that ran to and fro before the army, but forced continually to wheel about to escape having their ranks broken, and so to repeat their charges anew, he took his buckler in his hand, and crying out to the foot that they should follow him with courage and confidence, he seemed to speak with a more than human accent, and a voice stronger than ordinary; whether it were that he naturally raised it so high in the vehemence and ardor of his mind to assault the enemy, or else, as many then thought, some god or other spoke with him. When his soldiers quickly gave an echo to it, all besought him to lead them on without any further delay, he made a sign to the horse, that they should draw off from the front where the chariots were, and pass sidewards to attack their enemies in the flank; then, making his vanguard firm by joining man to man and buckler to buckler, he caused the trumpet to sound, and so bore in upon the Carthaginians.
Timoleon, having addressed his soldiers, took some parsley and made a crown for himself, with his captains and their troops following his lead. The soothsayers then noticed two eagles flying toward them, one of which had a snake clutched in its talons, while the other let out a loud cry that signaled confidence and bravery. They showed this to the soldiers, who then unanimously prayed to the gods for help. It was now early summer, at the end of the month called Thargelion, close to the solstice; and as the river raised a thick mist, the nearby plain was initially shrouded in fog, obscuring their view of the enemy camp. All they could hear was a confused buzz and a jumble of voices from the distant clamor of such a large crowd. After the Corinthians had mounted and reached the top, setting down their shields to rest, the sun rose and cleared the mist. The dense fog above formed a cloud on the mountains, and with the lower areas becoming clear, they saw the Crimesus River again, spotting the enemies crossing it—first their fearsome four-horse war chariots, and then ten thousand infantry carrying white shields, whom they believed to be all Carthaginians, judging by their shiny armor and their slow, orderly advance. As troops from various other nations began to crowd behind them in a chaotic fashion, Timoleon realized that the river provided an opportunity to engage any number of enemies they wanted at once. He instructed his soldiers to notice how their forces were split into two groups by the river, some already crossed while others were still fording it. He ordered Demaretus to charge the Carthaginians with his cavalry and disrupt their ranks before they could form a proper battle line. Timoleon himself moved down to the plain, organizing his right and left wings with other Sicilians, adding only a few outsiders to each side, and placed the Syracusans in the center, flanked by the most capable mercenaries under his command. After observing his cavalry's struggle to engage the Carthaginians due to the war chariots moving in front of them and the ongoing need to maneuver to avoid breaking their lines, he took up his shield and called out to the infantry to follow him with courage and confidence. His voice was stronger than usual, whether out of sheer determination to confront the enemy or, as some believed, because a god was speaking through him. When his soldiers quickly responded, urging him to lead them without delay, he signaled to the cavalry to pull away from the front where the chariots were and move to attack the enemy from the side. He then strengthened his front line by linking soldiers together with shields and commanded the trumpet to sound, charging into the Carthaginians.
They, for their part, stoutly received and sustained his first onset; and having their bodies armed with breastplates of iron, and helmets of brass on their heads, besides great bucklers to cover and secure them, they could easily repel the charge of the Greek spears. But when the business came to a decision by the sword, where mastery depends no less upon art than strength, all on a sudden from the mountain tops violent peals of thunder and vivid dashes of lightning broke out; following upon which the darkness, that had been hovering about the higher grounds and the crests of the hills, descending to the place of battle and bringing a tempest of rain and of wind and hail along with it, was driven upon the Greeks behind, and fell only at their backs, but discharged itself in the very faces of the barbarians, the rain beating on them, and the lightning dazzling them without cessation; annoyances that in many ways distressed at any rate the inexperienced, who had not been used to such hardships, and, in particular, the claps of thunder, and the noise of the rain and hail beating on their arms, kept them from hearing the commands of their officers. Besides which, the very mud also was a great hindrance to the Carthaginians, who were not lightly equipped, but, as I said before, loaded with heavy armor; and then their shirts underneath getting drenched, the foldings about the bosom filled with water, grew unwieldy and cumbersome to them as they fought, and made it easy for the Greeks to throw them down, and, when they were once down, impossible for them, under that weight, to disengage themselves and rise again with weapons in their hand. The river Crimesus, too, swollen partly by the rain, and partly by the stoppage of its course with the numbers that were passing through, overflowed its banks; and the level ground by the side of it, being so situated as to have a number of small ravines and hollows of the hill-side descending upon it, was now filled with rivulets and currents that had no certain channel, in which the Carthaginians stumbled and rolled about, and found themselves in great difficulty. So that, in fine, the storm bearing still upon them, and the Greeks having cut in pieces four hundred men of their first ranks, the whole body of their army began to fly. Great numbers were overtaken in the plain, and put to the sword there; and many of them, as they were making their way back through the river, falling foul upon others that were yet coming over, were borne away and overwhelmed by the waters; but the major part, attempting to get up the hills and so make their escape, were intercepted and destroyed by the light-armed troops. It is said, that of ten thousand who lay dead after the fight, three thousand, at least, were Carthaginian citizens; a heavy loss and great grief to their countrymen; those that fell being men inferior to none among them as to birth, wealth, or reputation. Nor do their records mention that so many native Carthaginians were ever cut off before in any one battle; as they usually employed Africans, Spaniards, and Numidians in their wars, so that if they chanced to be defeated, it was still at the cost and damage of other nations.
They stood their ground and defended against his first attack. With iron breastplates and brass helmets, as well as large shields for protection, they easily fended off the Greek spears. But when the fighting turned to swords, where skill matters just as much as strength, a sudden storm erupted from the mountaintops, unleashing loud thunder and bright lightning. This storm brought darkness that had been lurking on the hills down to the battlefield, along with a torrential rain and strong winds that hit the Greeks from behind but struck the barbarians right in the face. The rain pounded on them, and the relentless flashes of lightning blinded them, which particularly overwhelmed the inexperienced, who weren't accustomed to such harsh conditions. The booming thunder and the sound of the rain and hail hitting their armor made it hard for them to hear their officers’ commands. Additionally, the mud created significant challenges for the Carthaginians, who were heavily armored; their undergarments soaked through, and the folds around their bodies filled with water, making it difficult and awkward to fight. This gave the Greeks the advantage to knock them down, and once grounded, the heavy armor made it impossible for them to get back up while still armed. The Crimesus River also swelled from the rain and the throngs crossing it, overflowing its banks. The adjacent flat ground, with several small ravines from the hillside, became filled with unpredictable streams, causing the Carthaginians to stumble and struggle. Ultimately, with the storm still raging, and the Greeks having killed four hundred of their top fighters, the entire Carthaginian army began to retreat. Many were caught in the plain and slain there; others trying to cross back through the river collided with those still coming over, getting swept away by the floodwaters. Most attempted to climb the hills to escape but were cut off and destroyed by the lightly armed troops. It’s reported that out of ten thousand dead after the battle, at least three thousand were Carthaginian citizens, a devastating loss for their countrymen since the fallen were among the best in terms of lineage, wealth, and reputation. Historical records don’t indicate that so many native Carthaginians were ever lost in a single battle before; they typically fought with African, Spanish, and Numidian soldiers, so when defeated, it was usually at the cost of other nations.
The Greeks easily discovered of what condition and account the slain were, by the richness of their spoils; for when they came to collect the booty, there was little reckoning made either of brass or iron, so abundant were better metals, and so common were silver and gold Passing over the river, they became masters of their camp and carriages. As for captives, a great many of them were stolen away, and sold privately by the soldiers, but about five thousand were brought in and delivered up for the benefit of the public; two hundred of their chariots of war were also taken. The tent of Timoleon then presented a most glorious and magnificent appearance, being heaped up and hung round with every variety of spoils and military ornaments, among which there were a thousand breastplates of rare workmanship and beauty, and bucklers to the number of ten thousand. The victors being but few to strip so many that were vanquished, and having such valuable booty to occupy them, it was the third day after the fight before they could erect and finish the trophy of their conquest. Timoleon sent tidings of his victory to Corinth, with the best and goodliest arms he had taken as a proof of it; that he thus might render his country an object of emulation to the whole world, when, of all the cities of Greece, men should there alone behold the chief temples adorned, not with Grecian spoils, nor offerings obtained by the bloodshed and plunder of their own countrymen and kindred, and attended, therefore, with sad and unhappy remembrances, but with such as had been stripped from barbarians and enemies to their nation, with the noblest titles inscribed upon them, titles telling of the justice as well as fortitude of the conquerors; namely, that the people of Corinth, and Timoleon their general, having redeemed the Greeks of Sicily from Carthaginian bondage, made oblation of these to the gods, in grateful acknowledgment of their favor.
The Greeks quickly figured out the status of the fallen warriors by the richness of their loot. When they gathered the spoils, there was hardly any consideration for the brass or iron since they found so much better metal, with silver and gold being so common. After crossing the river, they took control of the enemy's camp and vehicles. Many captives were secretly taken and sold by the soldiers, but around five thousand were brought in and handed over for the public good; they also captured two hundred war chariots. Timoleon's tent looked incredibly glorious and impressive, decorated with a variety of spoils and military decorations, including a thousand beautifully crafted breastplates and ten thousand shields. Since there were only a few victors to strip so many vanquished enemies and with such valuable loot to manage, it took them three days after the battle to set up and complete their victory trophy. Timoleon sent news of his victory to Corinth, along with the finest and most impressive weapons he had captured as proof, hoping to make his city a source of pride for the entire world. Unlike other cities in Greece that had their temples adorned with spoils and offerings achieved through the bloodshed of their own people, Corinth would showcase items taken from barbarians and enemies of their nation, with noble inscriptions highlighting both the justice and bravery of the conquerors. Specifically, the people of Corinth and their general, Timoleon, had freed the Greeks of Sicily from Carthaginian slavery and offered these gifts to the gods in gratitude for their support.
Having done this, he left his hired soldiers in the enemy’s country, to drive and carry away all they could throughout the subject-territory of Carthage, and so marched with the rest of his army to Syracuse, where he issued an edict for banishing the thousand mercenaries who had basely deserted him before the battle, and obliged them to quit the city before sunset. They, sailing into Italy, lost their lives there by the hands of the Bruttians, in spite of a public assurance of safety previously given them; thus receiving, from the divine power, a just reward of their own treachery. Mamercus, however, the tyrant of Catana, and Hicetes, after all, either envying Timoleon the glory of his exploits, or fearing him as one that would keep no agreement, nor have any peace with tyrants, made a league with the Carthaginians, and pressed them much to send a new army and commander into Sicily, unless they would be content to hazard all, and to be wholly ejected out of that island. And in consequence of this, Gisco was dispatched with a navy of seventy sail. He took numerous Greek mercenaries also into pay, that being the first time they had ever been enlisted for the Carthaginian service; but then it seems the Carthaginians began to admire them, as the most irresistible soldiers of all mankind. Uniting their forces in the territory of Messena, they cut off four hundred of Timoleon’s paid soldiers, and within the dependencies of Carthage, at a place called Hierae, destroyed, by an ambuscade, the whole body of mercenaries that served under Euthymus the Leucadian; which accidents, however, made the good fortune of Timoleon accounted all the more remarkable, as these were the men that, with Philomelus of Phocis and Onomarchus, had forcibly broken into the temple of Apollo at Delphi, and were partakers with them in the sacrilege; so that, being hated and shunned by all, as persons under a curse, they were constrained to wander about in Peloponnesus; when, for want of others, Timoleon was glad to take them into service in his expedition for Sicily, where they were successful in whatever enterprise they attempted under his conduct. But now, when all the important dangers were past, on his sending them out for the relief and defense of his party in several places, they perished and were destroyed at a distance from him, not all together, but in small parties; and the vengeance which was destined for them, so accommodating itself to the good fortune which guarded Timoleon as not to allow any harm or prejudice for good men to arise from the punishment of the wicked, the benevolence and kindness which the gods had for Timoleon was thus as distinctly recognized in his disasters as in his successes.
Having done this, he left his hired soldiers in the enemy’s territory to gather and take everything they could from Carthage's lands, and marched with the rest of his army to Syracuse. There, he issued an order to banish the thousand mercenaries who had cowardly deserted him before the battle, forcing them to leave the city by sunset. They sailed to Italy, where they were killed by the Bruttians, despite being promised safety; thus, they received a fitting punishment from divine power for their treachery. Mamercus, the tyrant of Catana, and Hicetes, either out of jealousy of Timoleon's achievements or fear that he would not honor agreements or coexist peacefully with tyrants, formed an alliance with the Carthaginians and urged them to send a new army and commander to Sicily, warning that failing to do so could mean losing everything and being completely expelled from the island. Consequently, Gisco was sent with a fleet of seventy ships. He also hired several Greek mercenaries, marking the first time they had ever been enlisted for the Carthaginian army; it seems the Carthaginians began to regard them as the most formidable soldiers around. Uniting their forces in the territory of Messena, they killed four hundred of Timoleon’s soldiers and, in the regions controlled by Carthage, at a place called Hierae, they ambushed and wiped out the entire group of mercenaries serving under Euthymus the Leucadian. However, these events only made Timoleon's good fortune stand out even more, as these were the same men who, along with Philomelus of Phocis and Onomarchus, had forcefully entered the temple of Apollo at Delphi and participated in the sacrilege. Shunned and cursed, they were forced to roam around Peloponnesus until Timoleon, lacking other options, decided to employ them in his campaign for Sicily, where they were successful in their missions under his leadership. Yet now, when the major dangers had passed, and he sent them out to support and defend his faction in different locations, they perished in small groups away from him. The vengeance meant for them coincidentally aligned with the good fortune protecting Timoleon, preventing any harm or misfortune from befalling the good men due to the punishment of the wicked. The favor and kindness the gods showed to Timoleon were thus evident in both his misfortunes and his triumphs.
What most annoyed the Syracusans was their being insulted and mocked by the tyrants; as, for example, by Mamercus, who valued himself much upon his gift for writing poems and tragedies, and took occasion, when coming to present the gods with the bucklers of the hired soldiers whom he had killed, to make a boast of his victory in an insulting elegiac inscription:
What really annoyed the people of Syracuse was being insulted and mocked by the tyrants. For instance, Mamercus, who prided himself on his talent for writing poems and tragedies, took the opportunity, when he came to offer the gods the shields of the hired soldiers he had killed, to brag about his victory in a degrading elegiac inscription:
These shields, with purple, gold, and ivory wrought,
Were won by us that but with poor ones fought.
These shields, made of purple, gold, and ivory,
Were earned by us when we fought with lesser ones.
After this, while Timoleon marched to Calauria, Hicetes made an inroad into the borders of Syracuse, where he met with considerable booty, and having done much mischief and havoc, returned back by Calauria itself, in contempt of Timoleon, and the slender force he had then with him. He, suffering Hicetes to pass forward, pursued him with his horsemen and light infantry, which Hicetes perceiving, crossed the river Damyrias, and then stood in a posture to receive him; the difficulty of the passage, and the height and steepness of the bank on each side, giving advantage enough to make him confident. A strange contention and dispute, meantime, among the officers of Timoleon, a little retarded the conflict; no one of them was willing to let another pass over before him to engage the enemy; each man claiming it as a right, to venture first and begin the onset; so that their fording was likely to be tumultuous and without order, a mere general struggle which should be the foremost. Timoleon, therefore, desiring to decide the quarrel by lot, took a ring from each of the pretenders, which he cast into his own cloak, and, after he had shaken all together, the first he drew out had, by good fortune, the figure of a trophy engraved as a seal upon it; at the sight of which the young captains all shouted for joy, and, without waiting any longer to see how chance would determine it for the rest, took every man his way through the river with all the speed they could make, and fell to blows with the enemies, who were not able to bear up against the violence of their attack, but fled in haste and left their arms behind them all alike, and a thousand dead upon the place.
After this, while Timoleon marched to Calauria, Hicetes invaded the borders of Syracuse, where he collected a lot of loot. After causing significant damage and chaos, he returned by Calauria itself, dismissing Timoleon and the small force he had with him. Timoleon allowed Hicetes to pass and pursued him with his cavalry and light infantry. Once Hicetes saw this, he crossed the river Damyrias and prepared to face him, confident because of the challenging crossing and the steep banks on both sides. Meanwhile, a strange argument among Timoleon's officers delayed the conflict; none of them wanted to let anyone else cross first to engage the enemy, each claiming the right to be the first to charge in. This made their crossing likely to be chaotic and disorderly, a scramble to see who would be in front. To resolve the dispute, Timoleon decided to draw lots. He took a ring from each of the candidates and tossed them into his cloak. After shaking them together, he pulled out the first one, which, by chance, had a trophy engraved on it. At the sight of this, the young captains cheered with joy and, without waiting to see how the rest would turn out, rushed through the river as fast as they could and fought the enemies, who could not withstand their fierce assault. The enemies fled in panic, abandoning their weapons and leaving behind a thousand dead on the spot.
Not long after, Timoleon, marching up to the city of the Leontines, took Hicetes alive, and his son Eupolemus, and Euthymus, the commander of his horse, who were bound and brought to him by their own soldiers. Hicetes and the stripling his son were then executed as tyrants and traitors; and Euthymus, though a brave man, and one of singular courage, could obtain no mercy, because he was charged with contemptuous language in disparagement of the Corinthians when they first sent their forces into Sicily: it is said that he told the Leontini in a speech, that the news did not sound terrible, nor was any great danger to be feared because of
Not long after, Timoleon marched to the city of the Leontines and captured Hicetes alive, along with his son Eupolemus and Euthymus, the commander of his cavalry, who were tied up and brought to him by their own soldiers. Hicetes and his young son were executed as tyrants and traitors; Euthymus, although a brave man with exceptional courage, couldn’t escape punishment because he was accused of using disrespectful language against the Corinthians when they first sent their troops to Sicily. It's said that he told the Leontini in a speech that the news wasn’t alarming, nor was there any real danger to worry about because of
Corinthian women coming out of doors.
Corinthian women coming out of their houses.
So true is it that men are usually more stung and galled by reproachful words than hostile actions; and they bear an affront with less patience than an injury: to do harm and mischief by deeds is counted pardonable from enemies, as nothing less can be expected in a state of war whereas virulent and contumelious words appear to be the expression of needless hatred, and to proceed from an excess of rancor.
It's definitely true that men are often more hurt and annoyed by harsh words than by aggressive actions; they handle an insult with less patience than they do a physical injury. Causing harm through actions is often forgiven when it's done by enemies, since that's expected in a time of conflict, while hurtful and insulting words seem to come from unnecessary hatred and extreme bitterness.
When Timoleon came back to Syracuse, the citizens brought the wives and daughters of Hicetes and his son to a public trial, and condemned and put them to death. This seems to be the least pleasing action of Timoleon’s life; since if he had interposed, the unhappy women would have been spared. He would appear to have disregarded the thing, and to have given them up to the citizens, who were eager to take vengeance for the wrongs done to Dion, who expelled Dionysius; since it was this very Hicetes, who took Arete the wife, and Aristomache the sister of Dion, with a son that had not yet passed his childhood, and threw them all together into the sea alive, as related in the life of Dion.
When Timoleon returned to Syracuse, the citizens brought the wives and daughters of Hicetes and his son to a public trial, where they were condemned and executed. This seems to be the least commendable act of Timoleon's life; if he had intervened, the unfortunate women would have been saved. It appears he ignored their plight and handed them over to the citizens, who were eager for revenge for the wrongs done to Dion, who had expelled Dionysius. It was this very Hicetes who took Arete, Dion's wife, and Aristomache, his sister, along with a son who was still a child, and threw them all alive into the sea, as mentioned in the life of Dion.
After this, he moved towards Catana against Mamercus, who gave him battle near the river Abolus, and was overthrown and put to flight, losing above two thousand men, a considerable part of whom were the Phoenician troops sent by Gisco to his assistance. After this defeat, the Carthaginians sued for peace; which was granted on the conditions that they should confine themselves to the country within the river Lycus, that those of the inhabitants who wished to remove to the Syracusan territories should be allowed to depart with their whole families and fortunes, and, lastly, that Carthage should renounce all engagements to the tyrants. Mamercus, now forsaken and despairing of success, took ship for Italy with the design of bringing in the Lucanians against Timoleon and the people of Syracuse; but the men in his galleys turning back and landing again and delivering up Catana to Timoleon, thus obliged him to fly for his own safety to Messena, where Hippo was tyrant. Timoleon, however, coming up against them, and besieging the city both by sea and land, Hippo, fearful of the event, endeavored to slip away in a vessel; which the people of Messena surprised as it was putting off, and seizing on his person, and bringing all their children from school into the theater, to witness the glorious spectacle of a tyrant punished, they first publicly scourged and then put him to death. Mamercus made surrender of himself to Timoleon, with the proviso, that he should be tried at Syracuse, and Timoleon should take no part in his accusation. Thither he was brought accordingly, and presenting himself to plead before the people, he essayed to pronounce an oration he had long before composed in his own defense; but finding himself interrupted by noise and clamors, and observing from their aspect and demeanor that the assembly was inexorable, he threw off his upper garment, and running across the theater as hard as he could, dashed his head against one of the stones under the seats with intention to have killed himself; but he had not the fortune to perish, as he designed, but was taken up alive, and suffered the death of a robber.
After this, he headed towards Catana to confront Mamercus, who fought him near the river Abolus but was defeated and forced to flee, losing over two thousand men, a significant number of whom were the Phoenician troops sent by Gisco to help him. After this defeat, the Carthaginians requested peace, which was granted on the conditions that they would limit themselves to the territory within the river Lycus, that any inhabitants wishing to move to the Syracusan lands could do so with their families and possessions, and that Carthage would abandon all agreements with the tyrants. Mamercus, now abandoned and losing hope, set sail for Italy aiming to enlist the Lucanians against Timoleon and the people of Syracuse; however, the crew on his ships turned back, landed again, and handed Catana over to Timoleon, forcing him to flee for safety to Messena, where Hippo ruled as tyrant. Timoleon, however, soon attacked them and besieged the city by both sea and land. Hippo, fearing the outcome, tried to escape on a ship, but the people of Messena caught him just as he was leaving. They brought all their children from school to the theater to witness the glorious sight of a tyrant being punished; they first publicly whipped him and then executed him. Mamercus surrendered to Timoleon, with the condition that he would be tried in Syracuse and that Timoleon would not take part in his accusations. He was taken there as planned and, when he presented himself to plead before the crowd, he tried to deliver a speech he had prepared in his defense. However, he was interrupted by noise and commotion, and seeing the crowd's attitudes, which showed they were unmoved, he took off his outer garment and ran across the theater as fast as he could, slamming his head against one of the stones under the seats in an attempt to kill himself; but he wasn't lucky enough to die as he intended, and was instead taken up alive and executed like a common criminal.
Thus did Timoleon cut the nerves of tyranny, and put a period to their wars; and, whereas, at his first entering upon Sicily, the island was as it were become wild again, and was hateful to the very natives on account of the evils and miseries they suffered there, he so civilized and restored it, and rendered it so desirable to all men, that even strangers now came by sea to inhabit those towns and places which their own citizens had formerly forsaken and left desolate. Agrigentum and Gela, two famous cities that had been ruined and laid waste by the Carthaginians after the Attic war, were then peopled again, the one by Megellus and Pheristus from Elea, the other by Gorgus, from the island of Ceos, partly with new settlers, partly with the old inhabitants whom they collected again from various parts; to all of whom Timoleon not only afforded a secure and peaceable abode after so obstinate a war, but was further so zealous in assisting and providing for them that he was honored among them as their founder. Similar feelings also possessed to such a degree all the rest of the Sicilians, that there was no proposal for peace, nor reformation of laws, nor assignation of land, nor reconstitution of government, which they could think well of, unless he lent his aid as a chief architect, to finish and adorn the work, and superadd some touches from his own hand, which might render it pleasing both to God and man.
Timoleon effectively dismantled the tyranny and ended their wars; when he first arrived in Sicily, the island had become wild and was detested by the locals due to the suffering and misery they experienced. He managed to civilize and restore it, making it so appealing that even outsiders came by sea to inhabit towns and places that their own citizens had previously abandoned and left in ruins. Agrigentum and Gela, two well-known cities that had been destroyed by the Carthaginians after the Attic war, were repopulated—one by Megellus and Pheristus from Elea, and the other by Gorgus from the island of Ceos. They brought in both new settlers and gathered old inhabitants from various locations. Timoleon not only provided them with a safe and peaceful place to live after such a prolonged conflict, but he was also incredibly dedicated to helping and supporting them, earning their respect as their founder. The same sentiment spread among all the other Sicilians to such an extent that there was no proposal for peace, reform of laws, land allocation, or reorganization of government that they valued unless he took on the role of chief architect to complete and enhance the project, adding his own touches to make it pleasing to both God and man.
Although Greece had in his time produced several persons of extraordinary worth, and much renowned for their achievements, such as Timotheus and Agesilaus and Pelopidas and (Timoleon’s chief model) Epaminondas, yet the lustre of their best actions was obscured by a degree of violence and labor, insomuch that some of them were matter of blame and of repentance; whereas there is not any one act of Timoleon’s, setting aside the necessity he was placed under in reference to his brother, to which, as Timaeus observes, we may not fitly apply that exclamation of Sophocles:
Although Greece had produced several remarkable individuals during his time, well-known for their accomplishments, such as Timotheus, Agesilaus, Pelopidas, and Epaminondas (the main inspiration for Timoleon), the brilliance of their best actions was often overshadowed by violence and effort, to the point that some of their deeds were subjects of criticism and regret. In contrast, there isn’t a single action of Timoleon’s, aside from the necessity he faced concerning his brother, to which, as Timaeus notes, we couldn’t appropriately apply Sophocles' exclamation:
O gods! what Venus, or what grace divine,
Did here with human workmanship combine?
O gods! What Venus, or what divine grace,
Did here mix with human skill?
For as the poetry of Antimachus, and the painting of Dionysius, the artists of Colophon, though full of force and vigor, yet appeared to be strained and elaborate in comparison with the pictures of Nicomachus and the verses of Homer, which, besides their general strength and beauty, have the peculiar charm of seeming to have been executed with perfect ease and readiness; so the expeditions and acts of Epaminondas or Agesilaus, that were full of toil and effort, when compared with the easy and natural as well as noble and glorious achievements of Timoleon, compel our fair and unbiased judgment to pronounce the latter not indeed the effect of fortune, but the success of fortunate merit. Though he himself indeed ascribed that success to the sole favor of fortune; and both in the letters which he wrote to his friends at Corinth, and in the speeches he made to the people of Syracuse, he would say, that he was thankful unto God, who, designing to save Sicily, was pleased to honor him with the name and title of the deliverance he vouchsafed it. And having built a chapel in his house, he there sacrificed to Good Hap, as a deity that had favored him, and devoted the house itself to the Sacred Genius; it being a house which the Syracusans had selected for him, as a special reward and monument of his brave exploits, granting him together with it the most agreeable and beautiful piece of land in the whole country, where he kept his residence for the most part, and enjoyed a private life with his wife and children, who came to him from Corinth. For he returned thither no more, unwilling to be concerned in the broils and tumults of Greece, or to expose himself to public envy (the fatal mischief which great commanders continually run into, from the insatiable appetite for honors and authority); but wisely chose to spend the remainder of his days in Sicily, and there partake of the blessings he himself had procured, the greatest of which was, to behold so many cities flourish, and so many thousands of people live happy through his means.
Just like the poetry of Antimachus and the paintings of Dionysius from Colophon, which, while powerful and intense, seemed forced and overly complicated compared to the graceful works of Nicomachus and the verses of Homer—whose strength and beauty also have the unique charm of appearing effortless—similarly, the campaigns and actions of Epaminondas or Agesilaus, filled with hard work and struggle, when compared to the smooth, natural, noble, and glorious accomplishments of Timoleon, lead us to a fair conclusion that the latter was not simply lucky, but the result of genuine merit. Timoleon himself attributed that success solely to fortune; he often expressed gratitude to God in letters to his friends in Corinth and speeches to the people of Syracuse, stating that he was thankful to God for choosing to save Sicily and bestowing upon him the title of its deliverer. Afterward, he built a chapel in his home where he offered sacrifices to Good Luck, recognizing it as a deity that had favored him, and he dedicated the house itself to the Sacred Genius. This house was a special reward and monument of his courageous deeds, chosen by the Syracusans, who also granted him the most pleasant and beautiful piece of land in the whole region, where he mostly lived a private life with his wife and children, who came to him from Corinth. He never returned there, preferring to avoid the conflicts and chaos of Greece and escaping public envy (the common pitfall that great leaders often encounter due to their endless craving for honors and power). Instead, he wisely chose to spend the rest of his days in Sicily, enjoying the blessings he had attained, the greatest of which was witnessing so many cities prosper and countless people live happily because of his efforts.
As, however, not only, as Simonides says, “On every lark must grow a crest,” but also in every democracy there must spring up a false accuser, so was it at Syracuse: two of their popular spokesmen, Laphystius and Demaenetus by name, fell to slander Timoleon. The former of whom requiring him to put in sureties that he would answer to an indictment that would be brought against him, Timoleon would not suffer the citizens, who were incensed at this demand, to oppose it or hinder the proceeding, since he of his own accord had been, he said, at all that trouble, and run so many dangerous risks for this very end and purpose, that every one who wished to try matters by law should freely have recourse to it. And when Demaenetus, in a full audience of the people, laid several things to his charge which had been done while he was general, he made no other reply to him, but only said he was much indebted to the gods for granting the request he had so often made them, namely, that he might live to see the Syracusans enjoy that liberty of speech which they now seemed to be masters of.
As Simonides says, “On every lark must grow a crest,” similarly, in every democracy, a false accuser must emerge. This was true in Syracuse as well: two of their popular leaders, Laphystius and Demaenetus, started slandering Timoleon. Laphystius demanded that Timoleon provide guarantees to respond to charges that would be brought against him. Timoleon refused to let the angry citizens oppose or interfere with this demand, saying he had gone through all that trouble and faced so many risks for the very purpose of ensuring that anyone who wanted to pursue legal matters could do so freely. When Demaenetus publicly accused him of various actions taken during his time as general, Timoleon didn’t respond directly to the accusations. Instead, he simply expressed his gratitude to the gods for granting his long-held wish to see the Syracusans enjoying the freedom of speech that they now seemed to possess.
Timoleon, therefore, having by confession of all done the greatest and the noblest things of any Greek of his age, and alone distinguished himself in those actions to which their orators and philosophers, in their harangues and panegyrics at their solemn national assemblies, used to exhort and incite the Greeks, and being withdrawn beforehand by happy fortune, unspotted and without blood, from the calamities of civil war, in which ancient Greece was soon after involved; having also given full proof, as of his sage conduct and manly courage to the barbarians and tyrants, so of his justice and gentleness to the Greeks, and his friends in general; having raised, too, the greater part of those trophies he won in battle, without any tears shed or any mourning worn by the citizens either of Syracuse or Corinth, and within less than eight years’ space delivered Sicily from its inveterate grievances and intestine distempers, and given it up free to the native inhabitants, began, as he was now growing old, to find his eyes fail, and awhile after became perfectly blind. Not that he had done anything himself which might occasion this defect, or was deprived of his sight by any outrage of fortune; it seems rather to have been some inbred and hereditary weakness that was founded in natural causes, which by length of time came to discover itself. For it is said, that several of his kindred and family were subject to the like gradual decay, and lost all use of their eyes, as he did, in their declining years. Athanis the historian tells us, that even during the war against Hippo and Mamercus, while he was in his camp at Mylae, there appeared a white speck within his eye, from whence all could foresee the deprivation that was coming on him; this, however, did not hinder him then from continuing the siege, and prosecuting the war, till he got both the tyrants into his power; but upon his coming back to Syracuse, he presently resigned the authority of sole commander, and besought the citizens to excuse him from any further service, since things were already brought to so fair an issue. Nor is it so much to be wondered, that he himself should bear the misfortune without any marks of trouble; but the respect and gratitude which the Syracusans showed him when he was entirely blind, may justly deserve our admiration. They used to go themselves to visit him in troops, and brought all the strangers that traveled through their country to his house and manor, that they also might have the pleasure to see their noble benefactor; making it the great matter of their joy and exultation, that when, after so many brave and happy exploits, he might have returned with triumph into Greece, he should disregard all the glorious preparations that were there made to receive him, and choose rather to stay here and end his days among them. Of the various things decreed and done in honor of Timoleon, I consider one most signal testimony to have been the vote which they passed, that, whenever they should be at war with any foreign nation, they should make use of none but a Corinthian general. The method, also, of their proceeding in council, was a noble demonstration of the same deference for his person. For, determining matters of less consequence themselves, they always called him to advise in the more difficult cases, and such as were of greater moment. He was, on these occasions, carried through the market-place in a litter, and brought in, sitting, into the theater, where the people with one voice saluted him by his name; and then, after returning the courtesy, and pausing for a time, till the noise of their gratulations and blessings began to cease, he heard the business in debate, and delivered his opinion. This being confirmed by a general suffrage, his servants went back with the litter through the midst of the assembly, the people waiting on him out with acclamations and applauses, and then returning to consider other public matters, which they could dispatch in his absence. Being thus cherished in his old age, with all the respect and tenderness due to a common father, he was seized with a very slight indisposition, which however was sufficient, with the aid of time, to put a period to his life. There was an allotment then of certain days given, within the space of which the Syracusans were to provide whatever should be necessary for his burial, and all the neighboring country people and strangers were to make their appearance in a body; so that the funeral pomp was set out with great splendor and magnificence in all other respects, and the bier, decked with ornaments and trophies, was borne by a select body of young men over that ground where the palace and castle of Dionysius stood, before they were demolished by Timoleon. There attended on the solemnity several thousands of men and women, all crowned with flowers, and arrayed in fresh and clean attire, which made it look like the procession of a public festival; while the language of all, and their tears mingling with their praise and benediction of the dead Timoleon, manifestly showed that it was not any superficial honor, or commanded homage, which they paid him, but the testimony of a just sorrow for his death, and the expression of true affection. The bier at length being placed upon the pile of wood that was kindled to consume his corpse, Demetrius, one of their loudest criers, proceeded to read a proclamation to the following purpose: “The people of Syracuse has made a special decree to inter Timoleon, the son of Timodemus, the Corinthian, at the common expense of two hundred minas, and to honor his memory forever, by the establishment of annual prizes to be competed for in music, and horse races, and all sorts of bodily exercise; and this, because he suppressed the tyrants, overthrew the barbarians, replenished the principal cities, that were desolate, with new inhabitants, and then restored the Sicilian Greeks to the privilege of living by their own laws.” Besides this, they made a tomb for him in the marketplace, which they afterwards built round with colonnades, and attached to it places of exercise for the young men, and gave it the name of the Timoleonteum. And keeping to that form and order of civil policy and observing those laws and constitutions which he left them, they lived themselves a long time in great prosperity.
Timoleon, therefore, having been recognized by everyone as having accomplished the greatest and noblest deeds of any Greek of his time, stood out alone in those actions to which their speakers and philosophers, in their speeches and tributes at their formal national gatherings, used to urge and motivate the Greeks. He was fortunate enough to withdraw early, unblemished and without blood on his hands, from the disasters of civil war, which ancient Greece would soon experience. He demonstrated not only his wise leadership and bravery against the barbarians and tyrants but also his fairness and kindness to the Greeks and his friends in general. Moreover, he raised most of the trophies he earned in battle without causing tears or mourning among the citizens of Syracuse or Corinth, and in less than eight years, he freed Sicily from its longstanding troubles and internal conflicts, handing it back to its native inhabitants. As he grew older, he began to struggle with his eyesight and eventually went completely blind. This was not due to anything he had done or any misfortune befalling him; it seemed more like an inherited weakness that gradually revealed itself over time. It's said that several of his relatives suffered from similar gradual vision loss in their later years. Athanis the historian states that even during the war against Hippo and Mamercus, while he was camped at Mylae, a white speck appeared in his eye, indicating the vision loss to come. However, this did not stop him from continuing the siege and pursuing the war until he captured both tyrants. Upon returning to Syracuse, he quickly relinquished his command and asked the citizens to excuse him from any further duties, as matters were already resolved. It's not surprising that he handled his misfortune without showing any signs of distress, but the respect and gratitude the Syracusans showed him when he was completely blind is truly admirable. They would visit him in groups and bring all the travelers passing through their land to his home so they could meet their great benefactor. They took immense joy in the fact that, after so many brave and successful exploits, he chose to disregard all the grand celebrations in Greece and instead decided to stay with them and finish his days among them. Of the various honors bestowed upon Timoleon, I think the most significant was the resolution they passed that whenever they went to war against any foreign nation, they would only appoint a Corinthian general. Their method of conducting council also showed a noble respect for him; for less significant matters, they handled themselves, but they always called upon him for the more complex and important issues. On these occasions, he was carried through the marketplace in a litter and brought into the theater, where the people cheered his name in unison. After he acknowledged their greetings and took a moment until the cheers of their praises subsided, he would hear the matters being discussed and offer his opinion. Once affirmed by general approval, his attendants would carry him back through the assembly while the people accompanied him with cheers and applause, then they would return to address other public issues that could be handled in his absence. Well-cared for in his old age with all the regard and affection due to a common father, he soon fell ill, which, over time, marked the end of his life. The Syracusans were given a few days to prepare for his burial, and all the local people and visitors were to gather. The funeral was conducted with great splendor and magnificence, and the bier, adorned with decorations and trophies, was carried by a chosen group of young men over the land where Dionysius's palace had stood before Timoleon had it destroyed. Thousands of men and women, all crowned with flowers and dressed in fresh, clean clothes, attended the ceremony, making it resemble a public festival. Their words and tears blended with their praises and blessings for the late Timoleon clearly indicated that this was not superficial honor or obligatory respect; it was genuine sorrow for his passing and true affection. Finally, as the bier was placed on the pyre prepared to cremate his body, Demetrius, one of their loudest criers, read a proclamation stating: “The people of Syracuse has made a special decree to bury Timoleon, son of Timodemus, the Corinthian, at the public expense of two hundred minas and to honor his memory forever by establishing annual prizes for competitions in music, horse races, and various physical exercises; for he suppressed tyrants, defeated barbarians, repopulated the abandoned main cities with new inhabitants, and restored the Sicilian Greeks to the right to live under their own laws.” Additionally, they built a tomb for him in the marketplace, which they later surrounded with colonnades and added spaces for young men to exercise, naming it the Timoleonteum. Sticking to the form and principles of civil governance and following the laws and regulations he left them, they thrived for a long time.
AEMILIUS PAULUS
Almost all historians agree that the Aemilii were one of the ancient and patrician houses in Rome; and those authors who affirm that king Numa was pupil to Pythagoras, tell us that the first who gave the name to his posterity was Mamercus, the son of Pythagoras, who, for his grace and address in speaking, was called Aemilius. Most of this race that have risen through their merit to reputation, also enjoyed good fortune; and even the misfortune of Lucius Paulus at the battle of Cannae, gave testimony to his wisdom and valor. For, not being able to persuade his colleague not to hazard the battle, he, though against his judgment, joined with him in the contest, but was no companion in his flight: on the contrary, when he that was so resolute to engage deserted him in the midst of danger, he kept the field, and died fighting. This Aemilius had a daughter named Aemilia, who was married to Scipio the Great, and a son Paulus, who is the subject of my present history.
Almost all historians agree that the Aemilii were one of the ancient, noble families in Rome. Authors who say that King Numa was a student of Pythagoras tell us that the first person to give his name to future generations was Mamercus, the son of Pythagoras, who was called Aemilius for his charm and eloquence. Most members of this family who gained recognition through their talents also experienced good fortune; even the misfortune of Lucius Paulus at the Battle of Cannae showcased his wisdom and bravery. Unable to convince his colleague not to take the risk of battle, he reluctantly joined him but did not flee alongside him. Instead, when the resolute leader abandoned him in the midst of danger, he stood his ground and died fighting. This Aemilius had a daughter named Aemilia, who married Scipio the Great, and a son named Paulus, who is the focus of my current story.
In his early manhood, which fell at a time when Rome was flourishing with illustrious characters, he was distinguished for not attaching himself to the studies usual with the young men of mark of that age, nor treading the same paths to fame. For he did not practice oratory with a view to pleading causes, nor would he stoop to salute, embrace, and entertain the vulgar, which were the usual insinuating arts by which many grew popular. Not that he was incapable of either, but he chose to purchase a much more lasting glory by his valor, justice, and integrity, and in these virtues he soon outstripped all his equals.
In his early adulthood, during a time when Rome was filled with remarkable figures, he stood out for not following the typical interests of the prominent young men of that era, nor for taking the same routes to fame. He didn't focus on oratory to argue cases, nor would he lower himself to greet, hug, and entertain the common people, which were the usual tactics many used to gain popularity. It wasn't that he couldn’t do those things, but he preferred to achieve a much more enduring reputation through his bravery, fairness, and integrity, and in these qualities, he quickly surpassed all his peers.
The first honorable office he aspired to was that of aedile, which he carried against twelve competitors of such merit, that all of them in process of time were consuls. Being afterwards chosen into the number of priests called augurs, appointed amongst the Romans to observe and register divinations made by the flight of birds or prodigies in the air, he so carefully studied the ancient customs of his country, and so thoroughly understood the religion of his ancestors, that this office, which was before only esteemed a title of honor and merely upon that account sought after, by his means rose to the rank of one of the highest arts, and gave a confirmation to the correctness of the definition which some philosophers have given of religion, that it is the science of worshiping the gods. When he performed any part of his duty, he did it with great skill and utmost care, making it, when he was engaged in it, his only business, not omitting any one ceremony, or adding the least circumstance, but always insisting, with his companions of the same order, even on points that might seem inconsiderable, and urging upon them, that though they might think the deity was easily pacified, and ready to forgive faults of inadvertency, yet any such laxity was a very dangerous thing for a commonwealth to allow: because no man ever began the disturbance of his country’s peace by a notorious breach of its laws; and those who are careless in trifles, give a precedent for remissness in important duties. Nor was he less severe, in requiring and observing the ancient Roman discipline in military affairs; not endeavoring, when he had the command, to ingratiate himself with his soldiers by popular flattery, though this custom prevailed at that time amongst many, who, by favor and gentleness to those that were under them in their first employment, sought to be promoted to a second; but, by instructing them in the laws of military discipline with the same care and exactness a priest would use in teaching ceremonies and dreadful mysteries, and by severity to such as transgressed and contemned those laws, he maintained his country in its former greatness, esteeming victory over enemies itself but as an accessory to the proper training and disciplining of the citizens.
The first respected position he aimed for was that of aedile, which he contested against twelve competitors of such high caliber that all of them eventually became consuls. Later, he was chosen as one of the priests known as augurs, tasked among the Romans with observing and recording omens from the flight of birds or unusual occurrences in the sky. He studied the traditions of his country diligently and understood his ancestors' religion so well that this position, previously regarded merely as an honorary title, became one of the most esteemed roles, affirming the philosophers' definition of religion as the study of how to worship the gods. When he carried out any of his duties, he did it with great skill and utmost care, focusing solely on his work and ensuring that he didn’t skip any ceremony or add any unnecessary details. He always emphasized, along with his colleagues in the same role, even the seemingly minor points, urging them that while they might believe the deity could easily be appeased and willing to overlook mistakes made in ignorance, such leniency could be very dangerous for the state. No one ever disrupted their country’s peace through a blatant violation of its laws; those who are careless with the small things set a bad example for neglecting significant responsibilities. He was equally strict about enforcing the ancient Roman discipline in military matters; instead of trying to win favor with his soldiers through empty praise, a common practice at the time, he focused on training them in military laws with the same attention and precision a priest would use to teach rituals and serious mysteries. He enforced strict discipline against those who broke or disrespected those laws, ensuring his country maintained its former greatness, seeing victory over enemies as merely a byproduct of properly training and disciplining its citizens.
Whilst the Romans were engaged in war with Antiochus the Great, against whom their most experienced commanders were employed, there arose another war in the west, and they were all up in arms in Spain. Thither they sent Aemilius, in the quality of praetor, not with six axes, which number other praetors were accustomed to have carried before them, but with twelve; so that in his praetorship he was honored with the dignity of a consul. He twice overcame the barbarians in battle, thirty thousand of whom were slain: successes chiefly to be ascribed to the wisdom and conduct of the commander, who by his great skill in choosing the advantage of the ground, and making the onset at the passage of a river, gave his soldiers an easy victory. Having made himself master of two hundred and fifty cities, whose inhabitants voluntarily yielded, and bound themselves by oath to fidelity, he left the province in peace, and returned to Rome, not enriching himself a drachma by the war. And, indeed, in general, he was but remiss in making money; though he always lived freely and generously on what he had, which was so far from being excessive, that after his death there was but barely enough left to answer his wife’s dowry.
While the Romans were at war with Antiochus the Great, using their most skilled commanders, another conflict broke out in the west, and they rallied in Spain. They sent Aemilius there as praetor, not with the usual six axes that other praetors had carried before them, but with twelve; this way, he received the honors of a consul during his tenure. He defeated the barbarians in battle twice, killing thirty thousand of them; these victories were largely due to the commander’s wisdom and strategy, as he skillfully chose the right terrain and attacked at a river crossing, leading his soldiers to an easy victory. After capturing two hundred and fifty cities, whose citizens willingly surrendered and pledged loyalty, he left the province in peace and returned to Rome without taking even a drachma for himself from the war. In fact, he was generally not very focused on making money; he lived generously on what he had, which was so modest that after he passed away, there was barely enough left to cover his wife’s dowry.
His first wife was Papiria, the daughter of Maso, who had formerly been consul. With her he lived a considerable time in wedlock, and then divorced her, though she had made him the father of noble children; being mother of the renowned Scipio, and Fabius Maximus. The reason of this separation has not come to our knowledge; but there seems to be a truth conveyed in the account of another Roman’s being divorced from his wife, which may be applicable here. This person being highly blamed by his friends, who demanded, Was she not chaste? was she not fair? was she not fruitful? holding out his shoe, asked them, Whether it was not new? and well made? Yet, added he, none of you can tell where it pinches me. Certain it is, that great and open faults have often led to no separation; while mere petty repeated annoyances, arising from unpleasantness or incongruity of character, have been the occasion of such estrangement as to make it impossible for man and wife to live together with any content.
His first wife was Papiria, the daughter of Maso, who had previously been a consul. They were married for a significant period, but then he divorced her, even though she had given him noble children, including the famous Scipio and Fabius Maximus. The reason for their separation is unknown, but there's a story about another Roman who was divorced from his wife that might apply here. This man faced strong criticism from his friends, who asked, "Was she not chaste? Was she not beautiful? Was she not fruitful?" He replied by holding out his shoe and asking them, "Isn't it new? Isn't it well-made?" He added, "Yet none of you can tell where it pinches me." It’s clear that major faults often don’t result in separation, while small, repeated annoyances from mismatched personalities can lead to a breakdown in a marriage, making it impossible for a husband and wife to live together happily.
Aemilius, having thus put away Papiria, married a second wife, by whom he had two sons, whom he brought up in his own house, transferring the two former into the greatest and most noble families of Rome. The elder was adopted into the house of Fabius Maximus, who was five times consul; the younger, by the son of Scipio Africanus, his cousin-german, and was by him named Scipio.
Aemilius, after ending his marriage with Papiria, married a second wife and had two sons with her, whom he raised in his own home, placing the two older boys into the most prominent and noble families of Rome. The older was adopted by Fabius Maximus, who served as consul five times; the younger was adopted by the son of Scipio Africanus, his cousin, and was named Scipio by him.
Of the daughters of Aemilius, one was married to the son of Cato, the other to Aelius Tubero, a most worthy man, and the one Roman who best succeeded in combining liberal habits with poverty. For there were sixteen near relations, all of them of the family of the Aelii, possessed of but one farm, which sufficed them all, whilst one small house, or rather cottage, contained them, their numerous offspring, and their wives; amongst whom was the daughter of our Aemilius, who, although her father had been twice consul, and had twice triumphed, was not ashamed of her husband’s poverty, but proud of his virtue that kept him poor. Far otherwise it is with the brothers and relations of this age, who, unless whole tracts of land, or at least walls and rivers, part their inheritances, and keep them at a distance, never cease from mutual quarrels. History suggests a variety of good counsel of this sort, by the way, to those who desire to learn and improve.
Of Aemilius's daughters, one married Cato's son, and the other married Aelius Tubero, a truly good man and the one Roman who best managed to live a decent life while being poor. There were sixteen close relatives, all from the Aelii family, who shared one farm that was enough for all of them, while a single small house, or rather a cottage, housed them, their many children, and their wives; among them was Aemilius's daughter, who, despite her father being a two-time consul and a two-time military victor, was not ashamed of her husband’s poverty but instead proud of the virtue that kept him humble. This is very different from the brothers and relatives of today, who, unless vast areas of land, or at least walls and rivers, separate their inheritances, are constantly in conflict with one another. History offers a range of good advice like this to those who want to learn and grow.
To proceed: Aemilius, being chosen consul, waged war with the Ligurians, or Ligustines, a people near the Alps. They were a bold and warlike nation, and their neighborhood to the Romans had begun to give them skill in the arts of war. They occupy the further parts of Italy ending under the Alps, and those parts of the Alps themselves which are washed by the Tuscan sea and face towards Africa, mingled there with Gauls and Iberians of the coast. Besides, at that time they had turned their thoughts to the sea, and sailing as far as the Pillars of Hercules in light vessels fitted for that purpose, robbed and destroyed all that trafficked in those parts. They, with an army of forty thousand, waited the coming of Aemilius, who brought with him not above eight thousand, so that the enemy was five to one when they engaged; yet he vanquished and put them to flight, forcing them to retire into their walled towns, and in this condition offered them fair conditions of accommodation; it being the policy of the Romans not utterly to destroy the Ligurians, because they were a sort of guard and bulwark against the frequent attempts of the Gauls to overrun Italy. Trusting wholly therefore to Aemilius, they delivered up their towns and shipping into his hands. He, at the utmost, razed only the fortifications, and delivered their towns to them again, but took away all their shipping with him, leaving them no vessels bigger than those of three oars, and set at liberty great numbers of prisoners they had taken both by sea and land, strangers as well as Romans. These were the acts most worthy of remark in his first consulship.
To move forward: Aemilius, having been chosen consul, went to war with the Ligurians, or Ligustines, a people living near the Alps. They were a brave and warlike nation, and their proximity to the Romans had started to make them skilled in warfare. They inhabited the remote regions of Italy that extend under the Alps, along with parts of the Alps themselves, which are bordered by the Tuscan Sea and face Africa, mixed in with Gauls and Iberians from the coast. At that time, they had also turned their attention to the sea, sailing as far as the Pillars of Hercules in small ships built for that purpose, raiding and destroying all that traded in those waters. With an army of forty thousand, they awaited Aemilius, who had only about eight thousand men, so the enemy outnumbered them five to one when they clashed; yet he defeated them and sent them fleeing back to their fortified towns. In this situation, he offered them favorable terms, as it was Roman policy not to completely destroy the Ligurians because they served as a barrier against the constant invasions of the Gauls into Italy. Trusting Aemilius completely, they surrendered their towns and ships to him. He, at most, tore down only the fortifications and returned their towns to them but took all their ships, leaving them with nothing larger than three-oar vessels, and released many prisoners they had captured by sea and land, both foreigners and Romans. These were the most noteworthy actions of his first consulship.
Afterwards he frequently intimated his desire of being a second time consul, and was once candidate; but, meeting with a repulse and being passed by, he gave up all thought of it, and devoted himself to his duties as augur, and to the education of his children, whom he not only brought up, as he himself had been, in the Roman and ancient discipline, but also with unusual zeal in that of Greece. To this purpose he not only procured masters to teach them grammar, logic, and rhetoric, but had for them also preceptors in modeling and drawing, managers of horses and dogs, and instructors in field sports, all from Greece. And, if he was not hindered by public affairs, he himself would be with them at their studies, and see them perform their exercises, being the most affectionate father in Rome.
Afterward, he often expressed his desire to be consul again and even ran for the position once; however, after facing rejection and being overlooked, he gave up on that ambition and focused on his role as augur and the education of his children. He raised them not only in the Roman traditions he had experienced himself but also with a deep enthusiasm for Greek education. To achieve this, he not only hired teachers to instruct them in grammar, logic, and rhetoric, but also arranged for tutors in modeling and drawing, trainers for horses and dogs, and coaches for field sports, all from Greece. Whenever public matters didn’t get in the way, he would join them in their studies and watch them practice, being the most loving father in Rome.
This was the time, in public matters, when the Romans were engaged in war with Perseus, king of the Macedonians, and great complaints were made of their commanders, who, either through their want of skill or courage, were conducting matters so shamefully, that they did less hurt to the enemy than they received from him. They that not long before had forced Antiochus the Great to quit the rest of Asia, to retire beyond Mount Taurus, and confine himself to Syria, glad to buy his peace with fifteen thousand talents; they that not long since had vanquished king Philip in Thessaly, and freed the Greeks from the Macedonian yoke; nay, had overcome Hannibal himself, who far surpassed all kings in daring and power,thought it scorn that Perseus should think himself an enemy fit to match the Romans, and to be able to wage war with them so long on equal terms, with the remainder only of his father’s routed forces; not being aware that Philip after his defeat had greatly improved both the strength and discipline of the Macedonian army. To make which appear, I shall briefly recount the story from the beginning.
This was the time when the Romans were at war with Perseus, the king of the Macedonians, and there were many complaints about their commanders, who, either due to lack of skill or courage, were handling things so poorly that they were doing more harm to themselves than to the enemy. These were the same people who had recently forced Antiochus the Great to leave the rest of Asia and retreat beyond Mount Taurus, confining himself to Syria, and were happy to buy peace with fifteen thousand talents; the ones who had just defeated King Philip in Thessaly and freed the Greeks from Macedonian control; indeed, they had even overcome Hannibal himself, who was far more daring and powerful than all the kings. They found it ridiculous that Perseus thought he could match the Romans as an enemy and sustain a war against them for so long on equal footing with what was left of his father’s broken forces, not realizing that Philip had greatly strengthened and disciplined the Macedonian army after his defeat. To show this, I will briefly recount the story from the beginning.
Antigonus, the most powerful amongst the captains and successors of Alexander, having obtained for himself and his posterity the title of king, had a son named Demetrius, father to Antigonus, called Gonatas, and he had a son Demetrius, who, reigning some short time, died and left a young son called Philip. The chief men of Macedon, fearing great confusion might arise in his minority, called in Antigonus, cousin-german to the late king, and married him to the widow, the mother of Philip. At first they only styled him regent and general, but, when they found by experience that he governed the kingdom with moderation and to general advantage, gave him the title of king. This was he that was surnamed Doson, as if he was a great promiser, and a bad performer. To him succeeded Philip, who in his youth gave great hopes of equaling the best of kings, and that he one day would restore Macedon to its former state and dignity, and prove himself the one man able to check the power of the Romans, now rising and extending over the whole world. But, being vanquished in a pitched battle by Titus Flamininus near Scotussa, his resolution failed, and he yielded himself and all that he had to the mercy of the Romans, well contented that he could escape with paying a small tribute. Yet afterwards, recollecting himself, he bore it with great impatience, and thought he lived rather like a slave that was pleased with ease, than a man of sense and courage, whilst he held his kingdom at the pleasure of his conquerors; which made him turn his whole mind to war, and prepare himself with as much cunning and privacy as possible. To this end, he left his cities on the high roads and sea-coast ungarrisoned, and almost desolate, that they might seem inconsiderable; in the mean time, collecting large forces up the country, and furnishing his inland posts, strongholds, and towns, with arms, money, and men fit for service, he thus provided himself for war, and yet kept his preparations close. He had in his armory arms for thirty thousand men; in granaries in places of strength, eight millions of bushels of corn, and as much ready money as would defray the charge of maintaining ten thousand mercenary soldiers for ten years in defense of the country. But before he could put these things into motion, and carry his designs into effect, he died for grief and anguish of mind, being sensible he had put his innocent son Demetrius to death, upon the calumnies of one that was far more guilty. Perseus, his son that survived, inherited his hatred to the Romans as well as his kingdom, but was incompetent to carry out his designs, through want of courage, and the viciousness of a character in which, among faults and diseases of various sorts, covetousness bore the chief place. There is a statement also of his not being true born; that the wife of king Philip took him from his mother Gnathaenion (a woman of Argos, that earned her living as a seamstress), as soon as he was born, and passed him upon her husband as her own. And this might be the chief cause of his contriving the death of Demetrius; as he might well fear, that so long as there was a lawful successor in the family, there was no security that his spurious birth might not be revealed.
Antigonus, the most powerful among the captains and successors of Alexander, secured the title of king for himself and his descendants. He had a son named Demetrius, who was the father of Antigonus, nicknamed Gonatas. Demetrius ruled for a short time, died, and left a young son named Philip. The leading men of Macedon, fearing chaos during Philip's minority, called upon Antigonus, a cousin of the late king, and arranged a marriage between him and Philip's mother, the widow. Initially, they referred to him as regent and general, but when they saw firsthand that he governed with moderation and for the common good, they gave him the title of king. This was the Antigonus known as Doson, as if he were a great promiser but a poor performer. He was succeeded by Philip, who, in his youth, showed great promise of becoming one of the best kings and restoring Macedon to its former glory and strength, capable of countering the rising power of the Romans. However, after being defeated in a major battle by Titus Flamininus near Scotussa, he lost his resolve and surrendered himself and all that he had to the Romans, relieved to escape with a minimal tribute. Later, reflecting on his situation, he grew increasingly restless and felt more like a slave content with ease than a man of intelligence and courage, knowing his kingdom depended on the mercy of his conquerors. This realization motivated him to focus entirely on war and prepare quietly and cunningly. He left his cities along the highways and coastline unguarded and nearly desolate to make them seem insignificant. Meanwhile, he gathered large forces inland and equipped his strongholds and towns with arms, money, and troops ready for action, all while keeping his preparations discreet. He had enough arms in his arsenal for thirty thousand men and stored eight million bushels of corn in strongholds, along with enough cash to support ten thousand mercenary soldiers for ten years to defend the country. But before he could set his plans into motion and execute his strategies, he died from grief and anguish, realizing he had executed his innocent son Demetrius based on accusations from someone much guiltier. His surviving son, Perseus, inherited both his kingdom and his animosity toward the Romans, but he was unable to carry out his father’s ambitions due to a lack of courage and a character marred by various flaws, primarily greed. There were also rumors that he was not Philip's biological son; it was said that Philip's wife took him from his mother Gnathaenion, a seamstress from Argos, right after he was born and passed him off as her own to her husband. This could have been a major reason for his plotting against Demetrius, as he likely feared that as long as there was a legitimate heir in the family, his illegitimate birth might be exposed.
Notwithstanding all this, and though his spirit was so mean, and temper so sordid, yet, trusting to the strength of his resources, he engaged in a war with the Romans, and for a long time maintained it; repulsing and even vanquishing some generals of consular dignity, and some great armies and fleets. He routed Publius Licinius, who was the first that invaded Macedonia, in a cavalry battle, slew twenty-five hundred practiced soldiers, and took six hundred prisoners; and, surprising their fleet as they rode at anchor before Oreus, he took twenty ships of burden with all their lading, sunk the rest that were freighted with corn, and, besides this, made himself master of four galleys with five banks of oars. He fought a second battle with Hostilius, a consular officer, as he was making his way into the country at Elimiae, and forced him to retreat; and, when he afterwards by stealth designed an invasion through Thessaly, challenged him to fight, which the other feared to accept. Nay more, to show his contempt of the Romans, and that he wanted employment, as a war by the by, he made an expedition against the Dardanians, in which he slew ten thousand of those barbarian people, and brought a great spoil away. He privately, moreover, solicited the Gauls (also called Basternae), a warlike nation, and famous for horsemen, dwelling near the Danube; and incited the Illyrians, by the means of Genthius their king, to join with him in the war. It was also reported, that the barbarians, allured by promise of rewards, were to make an irruption into Italy, through the lower Gaul by the shore of the Adriatic Sea.
Despite all this, and even though he had a mean spirit and a sordid temper, he relied on his resources and engaged in a war with the Romans, holding out for a long time; he pushed back and even defeated some high-ranking generals and large armies and fleets. He defeated Publius Licinius, the first to invade Macedonia, in a cavalry battle, killing twenty-five hundred seasoned soldiers and capturing six hundred prisoners. He surprised their fleet while it was anchored near Oreus, seized twenty cargo ships with their loads, sank the others that were filled with grain, and also took control of four galleys with five rows of oars. He fought a second battle against Hostilius, a consular officer, as he was entering the country at Elimiae, forcing him to retreat; later, when Hostilius attempted to invade through Thessaly, he challenged him to fight, but Hostilius was too afraid to accept. Furthermore, to show his disdain for the Romans and keep himself occupied, he launched an expedition against the Dardanians, where he killed ten thousand of those barbaric people and returned with a significant amount of loot. He also secretly reached out to the Gauls (also known as Basternae), a warrior tribe known for their horsemanship who lived near the Danube, and encouraged the Illyrians, through their king Genthius, to ally with him in the war. It was also rumored that the barbarians, tempted by promises of rewards, were planning to invade Italy through lower Gaul along the Adriatic Sea coast.
The Romans, being advertised of these things, thought it necessary no longer to choose their commanders by favor or solicitation, but of their own motion to select a general of wisdom and capacity for the management of great affairs. And such was Paulus Aemilius, advanced in years, being nearly threescore, yet vigorous in his own person, and rich in valiant sons and sons-in-law, besides a great number of influential relations and friends, all of whom joined in urging him to yield to the desires of the people, who called him to the consulship. He at first manifested some shyness of the people, and withdrew himself from their importunity, professing reluctance to hold office; but, when they daily came to his doors, urging him to come forth to the place of election, and pressing him with noise and clamor, he acceded to their request. When he appeared amongst the candidates, it did not look as if it were to sue for the consulship, but to bring victory and success, that he came down into the Campus; they all received him there with such hopes and such gladness, unanimously choosing him a second time consul; nor would they suffer the lots to be cast, as was usual, to determine which province should fall to his share, but immediately decreed him the command of the Macedonian war. It is told, that when he had been proclaimed general against Perseus, and was honorably accompanied home by great numbers of people, he found his daughter Tertia, a very little girl, weeping, and taking her to him asked her why she was crying. She, catching him about the neck and kissing him, said, “O father, do you not know that Perseus is dead?” meaning a little dog of that name that was brought up in the house with her; to which Aemilius replied, “Good fortune, my daughter; I embrace the omen.” This Cicero, the orator, relates in his book on divination.
The Romans, having heard about these matters, decided it was no longer necessary to choose their leaders based on favoritism or lobbying, but instead to select a general based on wisdom and capability for handling important affairs on their own initiative. Paulus Aemilius fit this description perfectly; he was nearly sixty years old but still vigorous, and he had many brave sons, sons-in-law, and a large circle of influential relatives and friends, all of whom urged him to accept the consulship, which the people were calling for. Initially, he felt shy and tried to avoid their pressure, claiming he was reluctant to take office; however, as they continually showed up at his door, urging him to come out for the election and overwhelming him with their noise and insistence, he agreed to their request. When he entered the assembly of candidates, it didn’t seem like he was there to plead for the consulship, but rather to bring victory and success; everyone welcomed him with high hopes and joy, unanimously electing him consul for a second time. They wouldn’t even allow the usual practice of casting lots to determine which province he would oversee, but immediately assigned him the command of the Macedonian war. It’s said that when he was announced as general against Perseus and was ceremoniously escorted home by a large crowd, he found his young daughter Tertia in tears. Picking her up, he asked why she was crying. She hugged him around the neck and kissed him, saying, “Oh father, don’t you know that Perseus is dead?” referring to her little dog of that name. Aemilius replied, “Good luck, my daughter; I embrace the omen.” This is something Cicero, the orator, wrote about in his book on divination.
It was the custom for such as were chosen consuls, from a stage designed for such purposes, to address the people, and return them thanks for their favor. Aemilius, therefore, having gathered an assembly, spoke and said, that he sued for the first consulship, because he himself stood in need of such honor; but for the second, because they wanted a general; upon which account he thought there was no thanks due: if they judged they could manage the war by any other to more advantage, he would willingly yield up his charge; but, if they confided in him, they were not to make themselves his colleagues in his office, or raise reports, and criticize his actions, but, without talking, supply him with means and assistance necessary to the carrying on of the war; for, if they proposed to command their own commander, they would render this expedition more ridiculous than the former. By this speech he inspired great reverence for him amongst the citizens, and great expectations of future success; all were well pleased, that they had passed by such as sought to be preferred by flattery, and fixed upon a commander endued with wisdom and courage to tell them the truth. So entirely did the people of Rome, that they might rule, and become masters of the world, yield obedience and service to reason and superior virtue.
It was common for newly elected consuls to address the people from a designated platform to thank them for their support. Aemilius, therefore, called a meeting and said that he was seeking the first consulship because he needed the honor for himself, but for the second consulship, it was because they needed a general. On that basis, he felt there was no thanks owed. If they believed they could handle the war better with someone else, he would gladly step down; but if they trusted him, they shouldn’t interfere with his leadership, gossip, or criticize his actions. Instead, they should just provide him with the necessary resources and support to conduct the war. If they wanted to command their own commander, it would make the campaign more embarrassing than the last. This speech earned him great respect among the citizens and raised their hopes for future success. Everyone was happy to have chosen someone who had the wisdom and courage to speak the truth instead of someone who sought favor through flattery. The people of Rome were willing to serve and obey reason and superior virtue so that they could rule and become masters of the world.
That Aemilius, setting forward to the war, by a prosperous voyage and successful journey, arrived with speed and safety at his camp, I attribute to good fortune; but, when I see how the war under his command was brought to a happy issue, partly by his own daring boldness, partly by his good counsel, partly by the ready administration of his friends, partly by his presence of mind and skill to embrace the most proper advice in the extremity of danger, I cannot ascribe any of his remarkable and famous actions (as I can those of other commanders) to his so much celebrated good fortune; unless you will say that the covetousness of Perseus was the good fortune of Aemilius. The truth is, Perseus’ fear of spending his money was the destruction and utter ruin of all those splendid and great preparations with which the Macedonians were in high hopes to carry on the war with success. For there came at his request ten thousand horsemen of the Basternae, and as many foot, who were to keep pace with them, and supply their places in case of failure; all of them professed soldiers, men skilled neither in tilling of land, nor in navigation of ships, nor able to get their livings by grazing, but whose only business and single art and trade it was to fight and conquer all that resisted them. When these came into the district of Maedica, and encamped and mixed with the king’s soldiers, being men of great stature, admirable at their exercises, great boasters, and loud in their threats against their enemies, they gave new courage to the Macedonians, who were ready to think the Romans would not be able to confront them, but would be struck with terror at their looks and motions, they were so strange and so formidable to behold. When Perseus had thus encouraged his men, and elevated them with these great hopes, as soon as a thousand gold pieces were demanded for each captain, he was so amazed and beside himself at the vastness of the amount, that out of mere stinginess he drew back and let himself lose their assistance, as if he had been some steward, not the enemy of the Romans, and would have to give an exact account of the expenses of the war, to those with whom he waged it. Nay, when he had his foes as tutors, to instruct him what he had to do, who, besides their other preparations, had a hundred thousand men drawn together and in readiness for their service; yet he that was to engage against so considerable a force, and in a war that was maintaining such numbers as this, nevertheless doled out his money, and put seals on his bags, and was as fearful of touching it, as if it had belonged to some one else. And all this was done by one, not descended from Lydians or Phoenicians, but who could pretend to some share of the virtues of Alexander and Philip, whom he was allied to by birth; men who conquered the world by judging that empire was to be purchased by money, not money by empire. Certainly it became a proverb, that not Philip, but his gold took the cities of Greece. And Alexander, when he undertook his expedition against the Indians, and found his Macedonians encumbered, and appear to march heavily with their Persian spoils, first set fire to his own carriages, and thence persuaded the rest to imitate his example, that thus freed they might proceed to the war without hindrance. Whereas Perseus, abounding in wealth, would not preserve himself; his children, and his kingdom, at the expense of a small part of his treasure; but chose rather to be carried away with numbers of his subjects with the name of the wealthy captive, and show the Romans what great riches he had husbanded and preserved for them. For he not only played false with the Gauls, and sent them away, but also, after alluring Genthius, king of the Illyrians, by the hopes of three hundred talents, to assist him in the war, he caused the money to be counted out in the presence of his messengers, and to be sealed up. Upon which Genthius, thinking himself possessed of what he desired, committed a wicked and shameful act: he seized and imprisoned the ambassadors sent to him from the Romans. Whence Perseus, concluding that there was now no need of money to make Genthius an enemy to the Romans, but that he had given a lasting earnest of his enmity, and by his flagrant injustice sufficiently involved himself in the war, defrauded the unfortunate king of his three hundred talents, and without any concern beheld him, his wife, and children, in a short time after, carried out of their kingdom, as from their nest, by Lucius Anicius, who was sent against him with an army.
That Aemilius, setting off to war, arrived quickly and safely at his camp thanks to a lucky journey. However, when I see how he successfully managed the war through his own boldness, wise counsel, the help of his friends, and his ability to make the right decisions in dangerous situations, I can't simply attribute his remarkable achievements (as I might with other commanders) to his supposedly great luck; unless you consider that Perseus’s greed was a stroke of luck for Aemilius. The truth is, Perseus's fear of spending money led to the downfall and complete ruin of all the grand plans the Macedonians had for waging war successfully. At his request, ten thousand cavalry and an equal number of infantry from the Basternae joined him, ready to support each other in case of failure; these were all professional soldiers, skilled only in fighting and conquering, not in farming, sailing, or livestock rearing. When they arrived in Maedica and camped with the king's soldiers, their impressive stature and boastful demeanor boosted the Macedonians’ confidence, making them believe that the Romans would be too terrified to face them. After rallying his troops with these high hopes, when Perseus was asked for a thousand gold pieces for each captain, he was so shocked by the amount that his stinginess caused him to withdraw and lose their support, as if he were a steward required to account for his expenses, rather than the enemy of the Romans. Even though he faced a formidable force and had a hundred thousand men ready for battle, he was still reluctant to spend his money, treating it as if it belonged to someone else. This behavior came from someone not of Lydian or Phoenician descent, but who could claim some of the virtues of his relatives Alexander and Philip, who had believed that empires were acquired through money, not the other way around. It became a saying that it was not Philip, but his gold, that captured the cities of Greece. When Alexander undertook his campaign against the Indians and saw his Macedonians burdened with Persian spoils, he set fire to his own carts, encouraging his men to follow suit so they could march freely into battle. In contrast, Perseus, rich in wealth, refused to protect his family and kingdom at the cost of a small portion of his treasure and instead chose to be taken captive, displaying his amassed riches to the Romans. He misled the Gauls and sent them away; also, after enticing Genthius, the king of the Illyrians, with the promise of three hundred talents to help him in the war, he had the money counted and sealed in front of his messengers. Believing he had what he wanted, Genthius committed a disgraceful act by capturing the Roman ambassadors sent to him. Realizing that he no longer needed money to turn Genthius against the Romans, since Genthius had already shown his hostility and involved himself in the conflict through his wrongful actions, Perseus cheated the unfortunate king out of his three hundred talents and coldly watched as Genthius, along with his wife and children, was soon taken from his kingdom by Lucius Anicius and his army.
Aemilius, coming against such an adversary, made light indeed of him, but admired his preparation and power. For he had four thousand horse, and not much fewer than forty thousand full-armed foot of the phalanx; and planting himself along the seaside, at the foot of Mount Olympus, in ground with no access on any side, and on all sides fortified with fences and bulwarks of wood, remained in great security, thinking by delay and expense to weary out Aemilius. But he, in the meantime, busy in thought, weighed all counsels and all means of attack, and perceiving his soldiers, from their former want of discipline, to be impatient of delay, and ready on all occasions to teach their general his duty, rebuked them, and bade them not meddle with what was not their concern, but only take care that they and their arms were in readiness, and to use their swords like Romans when their commander should think fit to employ them. Further he ordered, that the sentinels by night should watch without javelins, that thus they might be more careful and surer to resist sleep, having no arms to defend themselves against any attacks of an enemy.
Aemilius, facing such an opponent, didn't take him seriously but admired his preparation and strength. He had four thousand cavalry and nearly forty thousand fully armed infantry of the phalanx. Establishing himself along the coast at the base of Mount Olympus, in a position that was inaccessible from any side and surrounded by wooden fences and fortifications, he felt very secure, hoping that by dragging out the conflict, he could wear Aemilius down. Meanwhile, Aemilius, deep in thought, considered all strategies and methods of attack. Noticing that his soldiers, due to their previous lack of discipline, were restless with the delays and eager to teach their general how to lead, he scolded them and told them to mind their own business. He instructed them to ensure that they and their weapons were ready, and to use their swords like Romans when their commander deemed it necessary. He also ordered that the night sentries watch without javelins so they would be more vigilant and less likely to fall asleep, having no weapons to defend themselves against possible enemy attacks.
What most annoyed the army was the want of water; for only a little, and that foul, flowed out, or rather came by drops from a spring adjoining the sea; but Aemilius, considering that he was at the foot of the high and woody mountain Olympus, and conjecturing by the flourishing growth of the trees that there were springs that had their course under ground, dug a great many holes and wells along the foot of the mountain, which were presently filled with pure water escaping from its confinement into the vacuum they afforded. Although there are some, indeed, who deny that there are reservoirs of water lying ready provided out of sight, in the places from whence springs flow, and that when they appear, they merely issue and run out; on the contrary, they say, they are then formed and come into existence for the first time, by the liquefaction of the surrounding matter; and that this change is caused by density and cold, when the moist vapor, by being closely pressed together, becomes fluid. As women’s breasts are not like vessels full of milk always prepared and ready to flow from them; but their nourishment being changed in their breasts, is there made milk, and from thence is pressed out. In like manner, places of the earth that are cold and full of springs, do not contain any hidden waters or receptacles which are capable, as from a source always ready and furnished, of supplying all the brooks and deep rivers; but, by compressing and condensing the vapors and air, they turn them into that substance. And thus places that are dug open flow by that pressure, and afford the more water (as the breasts of women do milk by their being sucked), the vapor thus moistening and becoming fluid; whereas ground that remains idle and undug is not capable of producing any water, whilst it wants that motion which is the cause of liquefaction. But those that assert this opinion, give occasion to the doubtful to argue, that on the same ground there should be no blood in living creatures, but that it must be formed by the wound, some sort of spirit or flesh being changed into a liquid and flowing matter. Moreover, they are refuted by the fact that men who dig mines, either in sieges or for metals, meet with rivers, which are not collected by little and little (as must necessarily be, if they had their being at the very instant the earth was opened), but break out at once with violence; and upon the cutting through a rock, there often gush out great quantities of water, which then as suddenly cease. But of this enough.
What frustrated the army the most was the lack of water; only a little, and that dirty, dribbled out from a spring near the sea. However, Aemilius, realizing he was at the base of the tall, wooded mountain Olympus, and noticing the lush trees, figured there were springs flowing underground. He dug many holes and wells at the base of the mountain, which quickly filled with fresh water escaping from its confinement into those gaps. Although some deny that there are hidden water reservoirs where springs originate, claiming that when springs appear, they are formed and come into existence for the first time by the melting of surrounding material, and that this change happens due to density and cold—where the moist vapor, being tightly compressed, becomes liquid. Just as women's breasts aren't like containers that are always full of milk ready to flow; instead, milk is created in their breasts by transforming nourishment, and then it is pressed out. Similarly, places on Earth that are cold and full of springs don't have any hidden waters or reservoirs that can continuously supply all the streams and rivers. Rather, by compressing and condensing the vapors and air, these places turn them into liquid. Thus, when areas are dug up, they flow due to that pressure, providing more water (as women's breasts yield milk when drawn upon), with the vapor moistening and becoming fluid; whereas undisturbed land cannot produce any water because it lacks the movement that leads to liquefaction. However, those who support this view give skeptics a reason to argue that, similarly, there shouldn't be any blood in living creatures, but that it must be created by a wound, as some sort of spirit or flesh transforms into liquid. Additionally, they are countered by the fact that miners, whether during sieges or looking for metals, encounter rivers that don't trickle out slowly (as they would if they were formed the moment the earth was opened), but burst forth violently; and when they cut through a rock, large amounts of water often gush out suddenly, only to stop just as quickly. But that's enough on that.
Aemilius lay still for some days, and it is said, that there were never two great armies so nigh, that enjoyed so much quiet. When he had tried and considered all things, he was informed that there was yet one passage left unguarded, through Perrhaebia by the temple of Apollo and the Rock. Gathering, therefore, more hope from the place being left defenseless than fear from the roughness and difficulty of the passage, he proposed it for consultation. Amongst those that were present at the council, Scipio, surnamed Nasica, son-in-law to Scipio Africanus, who afterwards was so powerful in the senate-house, was the first that offered himself to command those that should be sent to encompass the enemy. Next to him, Fabius Maximus, eldest son of Aemilius, although yet very young, offered himself with great zeal. Aemilius, rejoicing, gave them, not so many as Polybius states, but, as Nasica himself tells us in a brief letter which he wrote to one of the kings with an account of the expedition, three thousand Italians that were not Romans, and his left wing consisting of five thousand. Taking with him, besides these, one hundred and twenty horsemen, and two hundred Thracians and Cretans intermixed that Harpalus had sent, he began his journey towards the sea, and encamped near the temple of Hercules, as if he designed to embark, and so to sail round and environ the enemy. But when the soldiers had supped and it was dark, he made the captains acquainted with his real intentions, and marching all night in the opposite direction, away from the sea, till he came under the temple of Apollo, there rested his army. At this place Mount Olympus rises in height more than ten furlongs, as appears by the epigram made by the man that measured it:
Aemilius stayed in one spot for several days, and it’s said that never before had two massive armies been so close together while maintaining such quiet. After he assessed everything, he learned that there was still one unguarded route through Perrhaebia by the temple of Apollo and the Rock. Drawing more hope from the fact that this path was defenseless than fear from its roughness and challenges, he suggested it for discussion. Among those present at the meeting, Scipio, known as Nasica and the son-in-law of Scipio Africanus, who would later become very influential in the Senate, was the first to volunteer to lead the troops that would surround the enemy. Following him, Fabius Maximus, Aemilius's eldest son, although still quite young, eagerly offered his service. Aemilius, pleased, provided them with, not the number Polybius mentions, but as Nasica himself later noted in a brief letter to one of the kings detailing the mission, three thousand Italians who were not Romans, along with a left wing of five thousand. Adding to this, he took one hundred and twenty cavalry and two hundred Thracians and Cretans mixed in, sent by Harpalus, and began his journey toward the sea, setting up camp near the temple of Hercules, as if planning to board ships and sail around to surround the enemy. But after the soldiers had dinner and it grew dark, he shared his true intentions with the captains, and instead marched all night in the opposite direction, away from the sea, until he reached the temple of Apollo, where he rested his army. At this location, Mount Olympus rises more than ten furlongs high, as noted in the epigram by the person who measured it:
The summit of Olympus, at the site
Where stands Apollo’s temple, has a height
Of full ten furlongs by the line, and more,
Ten furlongs, and one hundred feet, less four.
Eumelus’ son Xenagoras, reached the place.
Adieu, O king, and do thy pilgrim grace.
The peak of Olympus, where Apollo’s temple is located,
is a full ten furlongs high, and even more,
ten furlongs, and one hundred feet, minus four.
Eumelus’ son Xenagoras arrived at the spot.
Goodbye, O king, and may you have the grace of a pilgrim.
It is allowed, say the geometricians, that no mountain in height or sea in depth exceeds ten furlongs, and yet it seems probable that Xenagoras did not take his admeasurement carelessly, but according to the rules of art, and with instruments for the purpose. Here it was that Nasica passed the night.
It is said, according to the mathematicians, that no mountain is taller or sea deeper than ten furlongs, yet it's likely that Xenagoras measured them carefully, following proper techniques and using the right tools. This is where Nasica spent the night.
A Cretan deserter, who fled to the enemy during the march, discovered to Perseus the design which the Romans had to encompass him: for he, seeing that Aemilius lay still, had not suspected any such attempt. He was startled at the news, yet did not put his army in motion, but sent ten thousand mercenary soldiers and two thousand Macedonians, under command of Milo, with order to hasten and possess themselves of the passes. Polybius relates that the Romans found these men asleep when they attacked them; but Nasica says there was a sharp and severe conflict on the top of the mountain, that he himself encountered a mercenary Thracian, pierced him through with his javelin, and slew him; and that the enemy being forced to retreat, Milo stripped to his coat and fled shamefully without his armor, while he followed without danger, and conveyed the whole army down into the country.
A Cretan deserter, who ran away to the enemy during the march, informed Perseus of the Romans' plan to surround him: since he saw that Aemilius was inactive, he hadn't suspected any such move. He was shocked by the news, but he didn’t mobilize his army; instead, he sent ten thousand mercenary soldiers and two thousand Macedonians, under Milo's command, with orders to hurry and secure the passes. Polybius notes that the Romans caught these men asleep when they attacked them; however, Nasica states that there was a fierce and intense battle at the top of the mountain, where he himself fought a mercenary Thracian, drove his javelin through him, and killed him. He also mentioned that the enemy was forced to retreat, Milo stripped down to his tunic and fled in disgrace without his armor, while he pursued them safely and guided the entire army back into the country.
After this event, Perseus, now grown fearful, and fallen from his hopes, removed his camp in all haste; he was under the necessity either to stop before Pydna, and there run the hazard of a battle, or disperse his army into cities, and there expect the event of the war, which, having once made its way into his country, could not be driven out without great slaughter and bloodshed. But Perseus, being told by his friends that he was much superior in number, and that men fighting in the defense of their wives and children must needs feel all the more courage, especially when all was done in the sight of their king, who himself was engaged in equal danger, was thus again encouraged; and, pitching his camp, prepared himself to fight, viewed the country, and gave out the commands, as if he designed to set upon the Romans as soon as they approached. The place was a field fit for the action of a phalanx, which requires smooth standing and even ground, and also had divers little hills, one joining another, fit for the motions whether in retreat or advance of light troops and skirmishers. Through the middle ran the rivers Aeson and Leucus, which, though not very deep, it being the latter end of summer, yet were likely enough to give the Romans some trouble.
After this event, Perseus, now afraid and having lost hope, quickly moved his camp. He had to decide whether to stay in front of Pydna and risk a battle or disperse his army into cities and wait for the outcome of the war, which, having already entered his country, could not be driven out without significant loss of life. However, his friends encouraged him by saying that he had a strong numerical advantage and that men fighting to protect their families would feel even braver, especially with their king facing the same dangers. This inspired him again, and he set up camp to prepare for battle, surveying the area and giving commands as if he planned to attack the Romans as soon as they arrived. The location was suitable for a phalanx, requiring flat and even ground, but also had several small hills that were good for the movement of light troops and skirmishers in both retreat and advance. The rivers Aeson and Leucus ran through the middle of the area, which, though not very deep at the end of summer, were likely to cause some problems for the Romans.
As soon as Aemilius had rejoined Nasica, he advanced in battle array against the enemy; but when he found how they were drawn up, and the number of their forces, he regarded them with admiration and surprise, and halted, considering within himself. The young commanders, eager to fight, riding along, by his side, pressed him not to delay, and most of all Nasica, flushed with his late success on Olympus. To whom Aemilius answered with a smile: “So would I do, were I of your age; but many victories have taught me the ways in which men are defeated, and forbid me to engage soldiers weary with a long march, against an army drawn up and prepared for battle.”
As soon as Aemilius rejoined Nasica, he moved forward in battle formation against the enemy. But when he saw how they were positioned and the size of their forces, he looked at them with admiration and surprise, and paused to think it over. The young commanders, eager to fight, rode alongside him and urged him not to delay, especially Nasica, who was energized by his recent success on Olympus. Aemilius replied with a smile, "I would feel the same if I were your age. But after many victories, I've learned how easily soldiers can be defeated, and I can't risk engaging weary troops against an army that’s well-prepared for battle."
Then he gave command that the front of his army, and such as were in sight of the enemy, should form as if ready to engage, and those in the rear should cast up the trenches and fortify the camp; so that the hindmost in succession wheeling off by degrees and withdrawing, their whole order was insensibly broken up, and the army encamped without noise or trouble.
Then he ordered the front of his army, and those visible to the enemy, to form up as if they were ready to fight, while those in the back would dig trenches and fortify the camp. Gradually, the troops in the rear moved off one by one, withdrawing quietly, and the entire formation was subtly disrupted, allowing the army to camp without any noise or disturbance.
When it was night, and, supper being over, all were turning to sleep and rest, on a sudden the moon, which was then at full and high in the heavens, grew dark, and by degrees losing her light, passed through various colors, and at length was totally eclipsed. The Romans, according to their custom, clattering brass pans and lifting up firebrands and torches into the air, invoked the return of her light; the Macedonians behaved far otherwise: terror and amazement seized their whole army, and a rumor crept by degrees into their camp that this eclipse portended even that of their king. Aemilius was no novice in these things, nor was ignorant of the nature of the seeming irregularities of eclipses, that in a certain revolution of time, the moon in her course enters the shadow of the earth and is there obscured, till, passing the region of darkness, she is again enlightened by the Sun. Yet being a devout man, a religious observer of sacrifices and the art of divination, as soon as he perceived the moon beginning to regain her former lustre, he offered up to her eleven heifers. At the break of day he sacrificed as many as twenty in succession to Hercules, without any token that his offering was accepted; but at the one and twentieth, the signs promised victory to defenders. He then vowed a hecatomb and solemn sports to Hercules, and commanded his captains to make ready for battle, staying only till the sun should decline and come round to the west, lest, being in their faces in the morning, it should dazzle the eyes of his soldiers. Thus he whiled away the time in his tent, which was open towards the plain where his enemies were encamped.
When night fell and dinner was done, everyone was getting ready for sleep and rest. Suddenly, the full moon, high up in the sky, darkened and gradually lost its light, going through various colors until it was completely eclipsed. The Romans, true to their customs, banged on brass pots and lifted torches into the air, calling for the moon to shine again. The Macedonians reacted very differently: fear and confusion spread through their entire army, and word slowly spread in their camp that this eclipse was a bad omen for their king. Aemilius wasn't new to these phenomena and understood how eclipses worked— that the moon enters the Earth's shadow during a certain time and becomes dark until it moves out of that shadow and is illuminated by the Sun again. However, being a devout man who took sacrifices and the art of divination seriously, as soon as he saw the moon starting to regain its brightness, he offered eleven heifers to her. At dawn, he sacrificed twenty more to Hercules, without any sign that his offerings were accepted; but at the twenty-first sacrifice, the omens indicated victory for the defenders. He then promised a hecatomb and grand games for Hercules and instructed his captains to prepare for battle, just waiting until the sun moved westward, so it wouldn't glare in his soldiers' eyes in the morning. He spent the time in his tent, which faced the open plain where his enemies were camped.
When it grew towards evening, some tell us, Aemilius himself used a stratagem to induce the enemy to begin the fight; that he turned loose a horse without a bridle, and sent some of the Romans to catch him, upon whose following the beast, the battle began. Others relate that the Thracians, under the command of one Alexander, set upon the Roman beasts of burden that were bringing forage to the camp; that to oppose these, a party of seven hundred Ligurians were immediately detached; and that, relief coming still from both armies, the main bodies at last engaged. Aemilius, like a wise pilot, foreseeing by the present waves and motion of the armies, the greatness of the following storm, came out of his tent, went through the legions, and encouraged his soldiers. Nasica, in the mean time, who had ridden out to the skirmishers, saw the whole force of the enemy on the point of engaging. First marched the Thracians, who, he himself tells us, inspired him with most terror; they were of great stature, with bright and glittering shields and black frocks under them, their legs armed with greaves, and they brandished, as they moved, straight and heavily-ironed spears over their right shoulders. Next the Thracians marched the mercenary soldiers, armed after different fashions; with these the Paeonians were mingled. These were succeeded by a third division, of picked men, native Macedonians, the choicest for courage and strength, in the prime of life, gleaming with gilt armor and scarlet coats. As these were taking their places they were followed from the camp by the troops in phalanx called the Brazen Shields, so that the whole plain seemed alive with the flashing of steel and the glistening of brass; and the hills also with their shouts, as they cheered each other on. In this order they marched, and with such boldness and speed, that those that were first slain died at but two furlongs distance from the Roman camp.
As evening approached, some say that Aemilius used a clever tactic to provoke the enemy into battle; he let loose a horse without a bridle and sent a few Romans to catch it, which drew the enemy's attention and started the fight. Others say that the Thracians, led by a commander named Alexander, attacked the Roman pack animals that were bringing supplies to the camp. In response, a group of seven hundred Ligurians was quickly sent out to confront them, and eventually, reinforcements from both sides led to the main forces engaging in combat. Aemilius, like a skilled captain, recognized the brewing storm based on the current movements of the armies, stepped out of his tent, walked through the legions, and rallied his soldiers. Meanwhile, Nasica, who had gone out to the skirmishers, saw the entire enemy force about to engage. The Thracians were the first to march, which he later noted filled him with dread; they were tall, with shiny shields and dark cloaks, their legs protected by greaves as they swung heavy spears over their right shoulders. Following the Thracians were mercenaries armed in various ways, mixed in with the Paeonians. Then came a third group of elite native Macedonians, the bravest and strongest, in their prime, shining in gold armor and red tunics. As they took their places, they were accompanied by soldiers in a phalanx known as the Brazen Shields, making the entire plain shimmer with the glint of steel and brass, while the hills echoed with their cheers to encourage one another. They marched in this formation, bold and swift, with the first casualties falling just two furlongs from the Roman camp.
The battle being begun, Aemilius came in and found that the foremost of the Macedonians had already fixed the ends of their spears into the shields of his Romans, so that it was impossible to come near them with their swords. When he saw this, and observed that the rest of the Macedonians took the targets that hung on their left shoulders, and brought them round before them, and all at once stooped their pikes against their enemies’ shields, and considered the great strength of this wall of shields, and the formidable appearance of a front thus bristling with arms, he was seized with amazement and alarm; nothing he had ever seen before had been equal to it; and in after times he frequently used to speak both of the sight and of his own sensations. These, however, he dissembled, and rode through his army without either breast-plate or helmet, with a serene and cheerful countenance.
The battle began, and Aemilius arrived to find that the front line of the Macedonians had already driven the tips of their spears into the shields of his Roman soldiers, making it impossible for them to get close with their swords. When he saw this, he noticed that the other Macedonians were taking the shields that hung on their left shoulders, bringing them in front of them, and all at once lowering their pikes against the shields of their enemies. Considering the strength of this wall of shields and the intimidating sight of a front bristling with weapons, he was filled with amazement and fear; nothing he had seen before compared to it. In later times, he often talked about both the spectacle and his own feelings. However, he hid his emotions and rode through his army without wearing a breastplate or helmet, maintaining a calm and cheerful expression.
On the contrary, as Polybius relates, no sooner was the battle begun, but the Macedonian king basely withdrew to the city Pydna, under a pretence of sacrificing to Hercules: a God that is not wont to regard the faint offerings of cowards, or to fulfill unsanctioned vows. For truly it can hardly be a thing that heaven would sanction, that he that never shoots should carry away the prize; he triumph that slinks from the battle; he that takes no pains meet with success, or the wicked man prosper. But to Aemilius’s petitions the god listened; he prayed for victory with his sword in his hand, and fought while entreating divine assistance.
On the other hand, as Polybius tells us, as soon as the battle started, the Macedonian king cowardly retreated to the city of Pydna, pretending to make sacrifices to Hercules—a God who doesn’t pay attention to the half-hearted offerings of cowards or fulfill unapproved promises. It’s hard to believe that heaven would support someone who never takes a shot at victory or celebrate a triumph for someone who avoids battle, or see success for those who do nothing or for the wicked. But the god listened to Aemilius’s pleas; he prayed for victory with his sword in hand, fighting while seeking divine help.
A certain Posidonius, who has at some length written a history of Perseus, and professes to have lived at the time, and to have been himself engaged in these events, denies that Perseus left the field either through fear or pretence of sacrificing, but that, the very day before the fight, he received a kick from a horse on his thigh; that though very much disabled, and dissuaded by all his friends, he commanded one of his riding-horses to be brought, and entered the field unarmed; that amongst an infinite number of darts that flew about on all sides, one of iron lighted on him, and though not with the point, yet by a glance struck him with such force on his left side, that it tore his clothes and so bruised his flesh that the mark remained a long time after. This is what Posidonius says in defense of Perseus.
A certain Posidonius, who wrote extensively about the history of Perseus and claims to have lived during that time and participated in these events, argues that Perseus did not leave the battlefield out of fear or just to pretend he was sacrificing. Instead, he states that the day before the battle, Perseus was kicked in the thigh by a horse. Despite being significantly injured and dissuaded by all his friends, he insisted on having one of his riding horses brought to him and entered the battlefield unarmed. Among the countless darts flying around, one made of iron struck him—not with the tip, but with a glancing blow on his left side, ripping his clothes and bruising his flesh severely, leaving a mark for a long time afterward. This is what Posidonius argues to defend Perseus.
The Romans not being able to make a breach in the phalanx, one Salius, a commander of the Pelignians, snatched the ensign of his company and threw it amongst the enemies; on seeing which, the Pelignians (as amongst the Italians it is always thought the greatest breach of honor to abandon a standard) rushed with great violence towards the place, where the conflict grew very fierce, and the slaughter terrible on both sides. For these endeavored to cut the spears asunder with their swords, or to beat them back with their shields, or put them by with their hands; and, on the other side, the Macedonians held their long sarissas in both hands, and pierced those that came in their way quite through their armor, no shield or corslet being able to resist the force of that weapon. The Pelignians and Marrucinians were thrown headlong to the ground, having without consideration, with mere animal fury, rushed upon a certain death. Their first ranks being slain, those that were behind were forced to give back; it cannot be said they fled, but they retreated towards Mount Olocrus. When Aemilius saw this, Posidonius relates, he rent his clothes, some of his men being ready to fly, and the rest not willing to engage with a phalanx into which they could not hope to make any entrance, a sort of palisade, as it were, impregnable and unapproachable, with its close array of long spears everywhere meeting the assailant. Nevertheless, the unequalness of the ground would not permit a widely extended front to be so exactly drawn up as to have their shields everywhere joined; and Aemilius perceived that there were a great many interstices and breaches in the Macedonian phalanx; as it usually happens in all great armies, according to the different efforts of the combatants, who in one part press forward with eagerness, and in another are forced to fall back. Taking, therefore, this occasion, with all speed he broke up his men into their cohorts, and gave them order to fall into the intervals and openings of the enemy’s body, and not to make one general attack upon them all, but to engage, as they were divided, in several partial battles. These commands Aemilius gave to his captains, and they to their soldiers; and no sooner had they entered the spaces and separated their enemies, but they charged them, some on their side where they were naked and exposed, and others, making a circuit, behind; and thus destroyed the force of the phalanx, which consisted in common action and close union. And now, come to fight man to man, or in small parties, the Macedonians smote in vain upon firm and long shields with their little swords, whilst their slight bucklers were not able to sustain the weight and force of the Roman swords, which pierced through all their armor to their bodies; they turned, in fine, and fled.
The Romans couldn't break through the phalanx, so a commander named Salius from the Pelignians grabbed his unit's standard and threw it into the enemy ranks. When the Pelignians saw this, they charged fiercely towards the spot, as abandoning a standard is considered a major disgrace among Italians. The fighting became intense, and casualties were heavy on both sides. The Pelignians tried to cut the enemy's spears with their swords, push them back with their shields, or deflect them with their hands, while the Macedonians held their long sarissas with both hands, stabbing anyone who got close, as no shield or armor could withstand that weapon's might. The Pelignians and Marrucinians were thrown to the ground, recklessly rushing into what was essentially a certain death. After the first ranks were killed, those behind had to pull back; it can't really be called fleeing, but they retreated toward Mount Olocrus. When Aemilius saw this, Posidonius reports, he tore his clothes, as some of his men were ready to run while the others hesitated to engage with a phalanx they couldn’t penetrate—it was like an unbreakable barrier of long spears thrusting against any attacker. However, the uneven terrain made it hard to keep a tight formation with their shields fully joined, and Aemilius noticed there were many gaps in the Macedonian phalanx. As is common in large armies, some fighters pushed forward eagerly while others were forced back. Seizing this opportunity, Aemilius quickly organized his troops into cohorts and instructed them to move into the gaps and openings in the enemy lines, not to attack all at once but to engage in smaller, separate skirmishes. He relayed these orders to his captains, who passed them on to their soldiers. Once they entered the openings and split the enemy, they attacked: some went for the exposed parts, while others circled around from behind. This way, they undermined the phalanx's strength, which relied on coordinated action and tight formation. Now that they were fighting one-on-one or in small groups, the Macedonians struck ineffectively against the sturdy, long shields with their short swords, while their flimsy bucklers couldn’t withstand the weight and power of Roman swords, which pierced through to their bodies. Ultimately, they turned and fled.
The conflict was obstinate. And here Marcus, the son of Cato, and son- in-law of Aemilius, whilst he showed all possible courage, let fall his sword. Being a young man, carefully brought up and disciplined, and, as son of so renowned a father, bound to give proof of more than ordinary virtue, he thought his life but a burden, should he live and permit his enemies to enjoy this spoil. He hurried hither and thither, and wherever he espied a friend or companion, declared his misfortune, and begged their assistance; a considerable number of brave men being thus collected, with one accord they made their way through their fellows after their leader, and fell upon the enemy; whom, after a sharp conflict, many wounds, and much slaughter, they repulsed, possessed the place that was now deserted and free, and set themselves to search for the sword, which at last they found covered with a great heap of arms and dead bodies. Overjoyed with this success, they raised the song of triumph, and with more eagerness than ever, charged the foes that yet remained firm and unbroken. In the end, three thousand of the chosen men, who kept their ground and fought valiantly to the last, were all cut in pieces, while the slaughter of such as fled was also very great. The plain and the lower part of the hills were filled with dead bodies, and the water of the river Leucus, which the Romans did not pass till the next day after the battle, was then mingled with blood. For it is said there fell more than twenty-five thousand of the enemy; of the Romans, as Posidonius relates, a hundred; as Nasica, only fourscore. This battle, though so great, was very quickly decided, it being three in the afternoon when they first engaged, and not four when the enemy was vanquished; the rest of the day was spent in the pursuit of the fugitives, whom they followed about thirteen or fourteen miles, so that it was far in the night when they returned.
The conflict was stubborn. Here, Marcus, the son of Cato and son-in-law of Aemilius, while showing all possible bravery, dropped his sword. As a young man who had been raised and trained with care, and as the son of such a renowned father, he felt he had to prove himself with extraordinary virtue. He thought his life would be a burden if he continued to live while allowing his enemies to enjoy their spoils. He rushed around in every direction, and wherever he spotted a friend or companion, he shared his misfortune and asked for their help. A significant number of brave men gathered together, and united behind their leader, they charged at the enemy. After a fierce battle with many injuries and considerable bloodshed, they pushed the enemy back, took over the now deserted area, and began searching for the sword, which they eventually discovered buried under a large pile of arms and dead bodies. Overjoyed by their success, they started celebrating and, with even more determination, attacked the remaining enemy who were still holding their ground. In the end, three thousand of the elite fighters, who stood their ground and fought valiantly to the end, were all killed, while many who tried to flee also met a brutal fate. The plain and the lower hills were filled with dead bodies, and the water of the Leucus River, which the Romans did not cross until the day after the battle, was mixed with blood. It's said that more than twenty-five thousand of the enemy fell; according to Posidonius, a hundred Romans did, while Nasica claims it was only eighty. This battle, despite its magnitude, was resolved quickly; they started fighting at three in the afternoon, and by four, the enemy was defeated. The rest of the day was spent chasing the fleeing soldiers, who were pursued for about thirteen or fourteen miles, so it was late into the night when they returned.
All the others were met by their servants with torches, and brought back with joy and great triumph to their tents, which were set out with lights, and decked with wreaths of ivy and laurel. But the general himself was in great grief. Of the two sons that served under him in the war, the youngest was missing, whom he held most dear, and whose courage and good qualities he perceived much to excel those of his brothers. Bold and eager for distinction, and still a mere child in age, he concluded that he had perished, whilst for want of experience he had engaged himself too far amongst his enemies. His sorrow and fears became known to the army; the soldiers, quitting their suppers, ran about with lights, some to Aemilius’s tent, some out of the trenches, to seek him amongst such as were slain in the first onset. There was nothing but grief in the camp, and the plain was filled with the cries of men calling out for Scipio; for, from his very youth, he was an object of admiration; endowed above any of his equals with the good qualities requisite either for command or counsel. At length, when it was late, and they almost despaired, he returned from the pursuit with only two or three of his companions, all covered with the fresh blood of his enemies, having been, like some dog of noble breed, carried away by the pleasure, greater than he could control, of his first victory. This was that Scipio that afterwards destroyed Carthage and Numantia, and was, without dispute, the first of the Romans in merit, and had the greatest authority amongst them. Thus Fortune, deferring her displeasure and jealousy of such great success to some other time, let Aemilius at present enjoy this victory, without any detraction or diminution.
All the others were met by their servants with torches and happily brought back to their tents, which were lit up and decorated with wreaths of ivy and laurel. But the general himself was deeply saddened. Of the two sons serving under him in the war, the youngest was missing, the one he cherished the most, whose bravery and qualities he believed surpassed those of his brothers. Eager for recognition and still just a child, he feared that the boy had perished because he had gone too far into enemy territory, lacking experience. His grief and fear spread through the army; the soldiers left their dinners and rushed around with lights, some heading to Aemilius’s tent, others out from the trenches, searching for him among the fallen. The camp was filled with sorrow, and the plain echoed with cries for Scipio; from a young age, he had been admired, having qualities that set him apart for leadership and advice. Finally, when it was late and hope was almost lost, he returned from the chase with only two or three companions, all covered in fresh enemy blood, swept away by the joy of his first victory. This was that Scipio who later defeated Carthage and Numantia, undoubtedly the greatest Roman in merit and authority. Thus, Fortune postponed her displeasure and jealousy regarding such great success, allowing Aemilius to savor this victory without any loss or reduction.
As for Perseus, from Pydna he fled to Pella with his cavalry, which was as yet almost entire. But when the foot came up with them, and, upbraiding them as cowards and traitors, tried to pull them off their horses, and fell to blows, Perseus, fearing the tumult, forsook the common road, and, lest he should be known, pulled off his purple, and carried it before him, and took his crown in his hand, and, that he might the better converse with his friends, alighted from his horse and led him. Of those that were about him, one stopped, pretending to tie his shoe that was loose, another to water his horse, a third to drink himself; and thus lagging behind, by degrees left him, they having not so much reason to fear their enemies, as his cruelty; for he, disordered by his misfortune, sought to clear himself by laying the cause of the overthrow upon everybody else. He arrived at Pella in the night, where Euctus and Eudaeus, two of his treasurers, came to him, and, what with their reflecting on his former faults, and their free and ill-timed admonitions and counsels, so exasperated him, that he killed them both, stabbing them with his own dagger. After this, nobody stuck to him but Evander the Cretan, Archedemus the Aetolian, and Neon the Boeotian. Of the common soldiers there followed him only those from Crete, not out of any good-will, but because they were as constant to his riches as the bees to their hive. For he carried a great treasure with him, out of which he had suffered them to take cups, bowls, and other vessels of silver and gold, to the value of fifty talents. But when he was come to Amphipolis, and afterwards to Galepsus, and his fears were a little abated, he relapsed into his old and constitutional disease of covetousness, and lamented to his friends that he had, through inadvertency, allowed some gold plate which had belonged to Alexander the Great to go into the hands of the Cretans, and besought those that had it, with tears in his eyes, to exchange with him again for money. Those that understood him thoroughly knew very well he only played the Cretan with the Cretans, but those that believed him, and restored what they had, were cheated; as he not only did not pay the money, but by craft got thirty talents more of his friends into his hands (which in a short time after fell to the enemy), and with them sailed to Samothrace, and there fled to the temple of Castor and Pollux for refuge.
As for Perseus, he fled from Pydna to Pella with his cavalry, which was still nearly intact. But when the foot soldiers caught up with them and called them cowards and traitors, trying to pull them off their horses and starting a fight, Perseus, fearing the chaos, took a different route. To avoid being recognized, he removed his purple robe and held it in front of him, took his crown in his hand, and, to talk more easily with his friends, got off his horse and led it. Among those with him, one pretended to tie his loose shoe, another stopped to water his horse, and a third claimed he needed a drink; so they gradually fell behind him, not because they feared the enemy as much as they feared his cruelty. Disturbed by his misfortunes, he sought to blame everyone else for his downfall. He arrived at Pella at night, where two of his treasurers, Euctus and Eudaeus, confronted him. Their criticisms of his past mistakes and their poorly timed advice frustrated him so much that he killed them both with his own dagger. After this, only Evander the Cretan, Archedemus the Aetolian, and Neon the Boeotian remained by his side. Among the regular soldiers, only those from Crete followed him, not out of loyalty, but because they were as devoted to his wealth as bees are to their hive. He carried a large treasure with him, allowing them to take cups, bowls, and other silver and gold items worth fifty talents. But when he reached Amphipolis and then Galepsus, and his fears eased a bit, he fell back into his old greed. He lamented to his friends that he had, unintentionally, allowed some gold plates that belonged to Alexander the Great to fall into the hands of the Cretans, and he begged those who had them, with tears in his eyes, to trade them back for money. Those who knew him well understood that he was just trying to outsmart the Cretans, but those who believed him and returned what they had ended up getting cheated; not only did he not pay them, but he cleverly obtained thirty more talents from his friends (which soon fell into enemy hands) and sailed to Samothrace, where he sought refuge in the temple of Castor and Pollux.
The Macedonians were always accounted great lovers of their kings, but now, as if their chief prop was broken, they all gave way together, and submitted to Aemilius, and in two days made him master of their whole country. This seems to confirm the opinion which ascribes whatever he did to good fortune. The omen, also, that happened at Amphipolis, has a supernatural character. When he was sacrificing there, and the holy rites were just begun, on a sudden, lightning fell upon the altar, set the wood on fire, and completed the immolation of the sacrifice. The most signal manifestation, however, of preternatural agency appears in the story of the rumor of his success. For on the fourth day after Perseus was vanquished at Pydna, whilst the people at Rome were seeing the horse-races, a report suddenly arose at the entrance of the theater that Aemilius had defeated Perseus in a great battle, and was reducing all Macedonia under his power; and from thence it spread amongst the people, and created general joy, with shoutings and acclamations for that whole day through the city. But when no certain author was found of the news, and every one alike had taken it at random, it was abandoned for the present and thought no more of, until, a few days after, certain intelligence came, and then the first was looked upon as no less than a miracle, having, under an appearance of fiction, contained what was real and true. It is reported, also, that the news of the battle fought in Italy, near the river Sagra, was conveyed into Peloponnesus the same day, and of that at Mycale against the Medes, to Plataea. When the Romans had defeated the Tarquins, who were combined with the Latins, a little after, there were seen at Rome two tall and comely men, who professed to bring the news from the camp. They were conjectured to be Castor and Pollux. The first man that spoke to them in the forum, near the fountain where they were cooling their horses, which were all of a foam, expressed surprise at the report of the victory, when, it is said, they smiled, and gently touched his beard with their hands, the hair of which from being black was, on the spot, changed to yellow. This gave credit to what they said, and fixed the name of Ahenobarbus, or Brazen-beard, on the man. And a thing which happened in our own time will make all these credible. For when Antonius rebelled against Domitian, and Rome was in consternation, expecting great wars from the quarter of Germany, all on a sudden, and nobody knows upon what account, the people spontaneously gave out a rumor of victory, and the news ran current through the city, that Antonius himself was slain, his whole army destroyed, and not so much as a part of it escaped; nay, this belief was so strong and positive, that many of the magistrates offered up sacrifice. But when, at length, the author was sought for, and none was to be found, it vanished by degrees, every one shifting it off from himself to another, and, at last, was lost in the numberless crowd, as in a vast ocean, and, having no solid ground to support its credit, was, in a short time, not so much as named in the city. Nevertheless, when Domitian marched out with his forces to the war, he met with messengers and letters that gave him a relation of the victory; and the rumor, it was found, had come the very day it was gained, though the distance between the places was more than twenty-five hundred miles. The truth of this no man of our time is ignorant of.
The Macedonians were always known for being big fans of their kings, but now, as if their main support had broken, they all fell in line and submitted to Aemilius, making him the master of their entire country in just two days. This seems to back up the idea that his success was due to luck. Also, an omen that happened at Amphipolis has a supernatural vibe. While he was performing a sacrifice there, just as the holy rites began, lightning suddenly struck the altar, igniting the wood and completing the sacrifice. The most striking instance of a supernatural event appears in the story of the news of his victory. On the fourth day after Perseus was defeated at Pydna, while people in Rome were watching horse races, a report suddenly spread at the entrance of the theater that Aemilius had won a major battle against Perseus and was bringing all of Macedonia under his control. From there, it spread among the crowd, sparking widespread joy, with cheers and celebrations echoing through the city all day. But when no one could be identified as the source of the news, and everyone had taken it as speculation, it was temporarily dismissed and forgotten until a few days later when confirmation arrived. The initial report was then considered nothing short of a miracle, appearing fictional but containing the truth. It’s also said that news of the battle fought in Italy, near the Sagra River, reached Peloponnesus the same day, and news of the battle at Mycale against the Medes reached Plataea. After the Romans defeated the Tarquins, who had allied with the Latins, two tall and handsome men were seen in Rome claiming to bring news from the camp. They were thought to be Castor and Pollux. The first person who spoke to them in the forum, near the fountain where they were cooling off their foaming horses, expressed surprise at the news of the victory, and it is said they smiled and touched his beard. Instantly, his hair changed from black to yellow. This gave credibility to their claims and earned him the nickname Ahenobarbus, or Brazen-beard. A more recent event makes all these stories seem believable. When Antonius rebelled against Domitian, and Rome was in a panic expecting major wars from Germany, suddenly, without clear cause, the people spontaneously spread rumors of a victory, claiming that Antonius had been killed and his entire army annihilated, with not even a part of it escaping; this belief was so strong that many magistrates offered sacrifices. But when the source was finally sought out and none could be found, the rumor gradually faded, as everyone shifted the blame to someone else, until it was lost in the endless crowd, like in a vast ocean, and without solid ground to support its credibility, it soon wasn't even mentioned anymore in the city. However, when Domitian marched out with his forces to war, he encountered messengers and letters reporting the victory; it turned out that the rumor had circulated the very day the victory was achieved, even though the distances involved were over twenty-five hundred miles. This truth is well-known in our time.
But to proceed. Cnaeus Octavius, who was joined in command with Aemilius, came to an anchor with his fleet under Samothrace, where, out of respect to the gods, he permitted Perseus to enjoy the benefit of refuge, but took care that he should not escape by sea. Notwithstanding, Perseus secretly persuaded Oroandes of Crete, master of a small vessel, to convey him and his treasure away. He, however, playing the true Cretan, took in the treasure, and bade him come, in the night, with his children and most necessary attendants, to the port by the temple of Ceres; but, as soon as it was evening, set sail without him. It had been sad enough for Perseus to be forced to let down himself, his wife and children, through a narrow window by a wall, — people altogether unaccustomed to hardship and flying; but that which drew a far sadder sigh from his heart was, when he was told by a man, as he wandered on the shore, that he had seen Oroandes under sail in the main sea; it being now about daybreak. So, there being no hopes left of escaping, he fled back again to the wall, which he and his wife recovered, though they were seen by the Romans, before they could reach them. His children he himself had delivered into the hands of Ion, one that had been his favorite, but now proved his betrayer, and was the chief cause that forced him (beasts themselves will do so when their young ones are taken) to come and yield himself up to those that had them in their power. His greatest confidence was in Nasica, and it was for him he called, but he not being there, he bewailed his misfortune, and, seeing there was no possible remedy, surrendered himself to Octavius. And here, in particular, he made it manifest that he was possessed with a vice more sordid than covetousness itself, namely, the fondness of life; by which he deprived himself even of pity, the only thing that fortune never takes away from the most wretched. He desired to be brought to Aemilius, who arose from his seat, and accompanied with his friends went to receive him, with tears in his eyes, as a great man fallen by the anger of the gods and his own ill fortune; when Perseus — the most shameful of sights — threw himself at his feet, embraced his knees, and uttered unmanly cries and petitions, such as Aemilius was not able to bear, nor would vouchsafe to hear: but looking on him with a sad and angry countenance he said, “Why, unhappy man, do you thus take pains to exonerate fortune of your heaviest charge against her, by conduct that will make it seem that you are not unjustly in calamity, and that it is not your present condition, but your former happiness, that was more than your deserts? And why depreciate also my victory, and make my conquests insignificant, by proving yourself a coward, and a foe beneath a Roman? Distressed valor challenges great respect, even from enemies; but cowardice, though never so successful, from the Romans has always met with scorn.” Yet for all this he took him up, gave him his hand, and delivered him into the custody of Tubero. Meantime, he himself carried his sons, his son-in-law, and others of chief rank, especially of the younger sort, back with him into his tent, where for a long time he sat down without speaking one word, insomuch that they all wondered at him. At last, he began to discourse of fortune and human affairs. “Is it meet,” said he, “for him that knows he is but man, in his greatest prosperity to pride himself, and be exalted at the conquest of a city, nation, or kingdom, and not rather well to weigh this change of fortune, in which all warriors may see an example of their common frailty, and learn a lesson that there is nothing durable or constant? For what time can men select to think themselves secure, when that of victory itself forces us more than any to dread our own fortune? and a very little consideration on the law of things, and how all are hurried round, and each man’s station changed, will introduce sadness in the midst of the greatest joy. Or can you, when you see before your eyes the succession of Alexander himself, who arrived at the height of power and ruled the greatest empire, in the short space of an hour trodden under foot, — when you behold a king, that was but even now surrounded with so numerous an army, receiving nourishment to support his life from the hands of his conquerors, — can you, I say, believe there is any certainty in what we now possess, whilst there is such a thing as chance? No, young men, cast off that vain pride and empty boast of victory; sit down with humility, looking always for what is yet to come, and the possible future reverses which the divine displeasure may eventually make the end of our present happiness.” It is said that Aemilius, having spoken much more to the same purpose, dismissed the young men properly humbled, and with their vain-glory and insolence thoroughly chastened and curbed by his address.
But to continue. Cnaeus Octavius, who was in command alongside Aemilius, anchored his fleet near Samothrace. Out of respect for the gods, he allowed Perseus to take refuge there, but made sure he couldn’t escape by sea. Despite this, Perseus secretly convinced Oroandes from Crete, who owned a small boat, to help him and his treasure escape. However, being the true Cretan he was, Oroandes loaded the treasure and instructed Perseus to come at night with his family and essential attendants to the port by the temple of Ceres; but as soon as night fell, he sailed away without him. It was already sorrowful enough for Perseus to lower himself, his wife, and children through a narrow window of a wall—people completely unaccustomed to hardship and fleeing—but what brought a far deeper sadness to his heart was when he learned from someone wandering the shore that he had seen Oroandes sailing away in the open sea as dawn was breaking. With no hope left of escape, he fled back to the wall, where he and his wife managed to get back, although they were spotted by the Romans before they could reach safety. He had entrusted his children to Ion, someone who had once been his favorite but had now betrayed him and was the main reason that compelled him—animals do the same when their young are taken—to come and surrender to those who had them captured. His greatest hope was in Nasica, and he called out for him, but since he wasn't there, Perseus lamented his misfortune. Realizing there was no way out, he surrendered himself to Octavius. Here, he particularly showed that he was driven by a desire more shameful than greed itself, namely, the love of life; in doing so, he deprived himself of even pity, the one thing misfortune never takes from the most unfortunate. He asked to be brought to Aemilius, who rose from his seat and, with his friends, went to meet him with tears in his eyes, seeing him as a great man brought down by the wrath of the gods and his own misfortunes. When Perseus—an utterly shameful sight—fell at his feet, clung to his knees, and uttered unmanly cries and pleas that Aemilius couldn’t bear to listen to, he looked at him with a sad and angry expression and said, “Why, unfortunate man, do you go to such lengths to clear fortune of her heaviest accusation against her, through actions that might make it seem you’re not unjustly suffering, and that it’s not your current situation but your former prosperity that is beyond your merits? And why diminish my victory and make my conquests insignificant by proving yourself a coward and a foe unworthy of a Roman? Though distressed bravery earns respect, especially from enemies, cowardice, no matter how successful, has always been met with scorn by Romans.” Yet despite all this, he lifted him up, shook his hand, and handed him over to the custody of Tubero. Meanwhile, he took his sons, his son-in-law, and other prominent figures, especially the younger ones, back to his tent, where he sat silently for a long time, leaving them all astonished. Finally, he began to talk about fate and human affairs. “Is it right,” he said, “for someone who knows he is merely human, in their greatest prosperity, to pride themselves and feel exalted over the conquest of a city, nation, or kingdom, rather than to thoughtfully consider this change in fortune, where all warriors can see an example of their shared frailty and learn that nothing is lasting or constant? What time can men choose to feel secure, when even victory itself forces us more than anyone to fear our own fate? A little reflection on the nature of things and how everything turns, and everyone’s position changes, will bring sadness even in the midst of the greatest joy. Or can you, when you see the legacy of Alexander himself, who reached the height of power and controlled the greatest empire, in just one hour brought low, — when you witness a king, just now surrounded by a vast army, now dependent on the hands of his conquerors for his life's sustenance—can you really believe there is any certainty in what we now possess, given the existence of chance? No, young men, shake off that hollow pride and empty boast of victory; approach with humility, always anticipating what may lie ahead, and the potential future reversals that the wrath of the divine might eventually bring an end to our current happiness.” It’s said that Aemilius, after speaking much more on similar themes, dismissed the young men properly humbled, their vanity and arrogance thoroughly chastened and restrained by his words.
When this was done, he put his army into garrisons, to refresh themselves, and went himself to visit Greece, and to spend a short time in relaxations equally honorable and humane. For, as he passed, he eased the people’s grievances, reformed their governments, and bestowed gifts upon them; to some, corn, to others, oil out of the king’s storehouses, in which, they report, there were such vast quantities laid up, that receivers and petitioners were lacking before they could be exhausted. In Delphi he found a great square pillar of white marble, designed for the pedestal of king Perseus’ golden statue, on which he commanded his own to be placed, alleging that it was but just that the conquered should give place to the conquerors. In Olympia he is said to have uttered the saying everybody has heard, that Phidias had carved Homer’s Jupiter. When the ten commissioners arrived from Rome, he delivered up again to the Macedonians their cities and country, granting them to live at liberty, and according to their own laws, only paying the Romans the tribute of a hundred talents, double which sum they had been wont to pay to their kings. Then he celebrated all manner of shows and games, and sacrifices to the gods, and made great entertainments and feasts; the charge of all which he liberally defrayed out of the king’s treasury; and showed that he understood the ordering and placing of his guests, and how every man should be received, answerably to their rank and quality, with such nice exactness, that the Greeks were full of wonder, finding the care of these matters of pleasure did not escape him, and that though involved in such important business, he could observe correctness in these bides. Nor was it least gratifying to him, that, amidst all the magnificent and splendid preparations, he himself was always the most grateful sight, and greatest pleasure to those he entertained. And he told those that seemed to wonder at his diligence, that there was the same spirit shown in marshaling a banquet as an army; in rendering the one formidable to the enemy, the other acceptable to the guests. Nor did men less praise his liberality, and the greatness of his soul, than his other virtues; for he would not so much as see those great quantities of silver and gold, which were heaped together out of the king’s palaces, but delivered them to the quaestors, to be put into the public treasury. He only permitted his own sons, who were great lovers of learning, to take the king’s books; and when he distributed rewards due to extraordinary valor, he gave his son-in-law, Aelius Tubero, a bowl that weighed five pounds. This is that Tubero we have already mentioned, who was one of sixteen relations that lived together, and were all maintained out of one little farm; and it is said, that this was the first plate that ever entered the house of the Aelii, brought thither as an honor and reward of virtue; before this time, neither they nor their wives ever made use either of silver or gold.
When this was done, he stationed his army in garrisons to rest and went to visit Greece to enjoy a short time of honorable and compassionate leisure. As he traveled, he addressed the people's issues, reformed their governments, and gave gifts to them; to some, he gave grain, to others, oil from the king’s warehouses, which, they say, had such vast amounts stored that there weren’t enough recipients and petitioners before it could run out. In Delphi, he came across a large white marble pillar meant for the pedestal of King Perseus’ golden statue, and he ordered his own statue to be placed there instead, claiming it was only fair that the conquered yield to the conquerors. In Olympia, he is said to have remarked, as everyone has heard, that Phidias had carved Homer’s Jupiter. When the ten commissioners from Rome arrived, he returned the cities and land to the Macedonians, allowing them to live freely and according to their own laws, while only requiring them to pay the Romans a tribute of a hundred talents, which was double what they had previously paid to their kings. He then held all kinds of shows, games, sacrifices to the gods, and grand feasts, covering all the expenses generously from the king’s treasury. He demonstrated his skill in entertaining and arranging his guests, ensuring everyone was welcomed according to their status and rank with such precise attention that the Greeks were amazed he managed to handle such matters of pleasure while being involved in significant affairs. It also pleased him greatly that amidst all the lavish preparations, he himself was always the most appreciated sight and greatest joy for his guests. He told those who seemed amazed by his diligence that there was a similar spirit in organizing a banquet as in commanding an army; one is meant to intimidate the enemy, while the other is meant to please the guests. People praised his generosity and the greatness of his character as much as his other virtues; he didn't even want to look at the large amounts of silver and gold collected from the king’s palaces, instead handing them over to the quaestors for deposit in the public treasury. He allowed only his sons, who were passionate about learning, to take the king’s books; and when he awarded those deserving of exceptional bravery, he gave his son-in-law, Aelius Tubero, a bowl that weighed five pounds. This is the same Tubero we’ve mentioned before, who was one of sixteen relatives living together, all supported by one small farm; it’s said that this was the first silverware ever to enter the Aelii household, brought as an honor and reward for virtue; prior to this, neither they nor their wives ever used silver or gold.
Having thus settled everything well, taking his leave of the Greeks, and exhorting the Macedonians, that, mindful of the liberty they had received from the Romans, they should endeavor to maintain it by their obedience to the laws, and concord amongst themselves, he departed for Epirus, having orders from the senate, to give the soldiers that followed him in the war against Perseus the pillage of the cities of that country. That he might set upon them all at once by surprise and unawares, he summoned ten of the principal men out of each, whom he commanded, on such an appointed day, to bring all the gold and silver they had either in their private houses or temples; and, with every one of these, as if it were for this very purpose, and under a presence of searching for and receiving the gold, he sent a centurion and a guard of soldiers; who, the set day being come, rose all at once, and at the very self-same time fell upon them, and proceeded to ransack the cities; so that in one hour a hundred and fifty thousand persons were made slaves, and threescore and ten cities sacked. Yet what was given to each soldier, out of so vast a destruction and utter ruin, amounted to no more than eleven drachmas; so that men could only shudder at the issue of a war, where the wealth of a whole nation, thus divided, turned to so little advantage and profit to each particular man.
Having settled everything well, he said goodbye to the Greeks and urged the Macedonians to remember the freedom they had received from the Romans. He encouraged them to maintain that freedom by obeying the laws and fostering unity among themselves. He then left for Epirus, following orders from the senate to provide the soldiers who had fought against Perseus with the spoils from the cities of that region. To catch them by surprise, he called upon ten of the leading men from each city and instructed them to bring all the gold and silver they had, whether in their homes or temples, on a designated day. For this purpose, he sent a centurion and a group of soldiers to each of them, pretending to search for the gold. When the day arrived, they all attacked simultaneously and began to plunder the cities, resulting in one hundred and fifty thousand people being enslaved and seventy cities being looted within an hour. However, what each soldier received from such a massive destruction and ruin amounted to only eleven drachmas, leaving men to shudder at the outcome of a war where the wealth of an entire nation, when divided, provided so little benefit to each individual.
When Aemilius had done this, — an action perfectly contrary to his gentle and mild nature, — he went down to Oricus, where he embarked his army for Italy. He sailed up the river Tiber in the king’s galley, that had sixteen banks of oars, and was richly adorned with captured arms and with cloths of purple and scarlet; so that, the vessel rowing slowly against the stream, the Romans that crowded on the shore to meet him had a foretaste of his following triumph. But the soldiers, who had cast a covetous eye on the treasures of Perseus, when they did not obtain as much as they thought they deserved, were secretly enraged and angry with Aemilius for this, but openly complained that he had been a severe and tyrannical commander over them; nor were they ready to show their desire of his triumph. When Servius Galba, who was Aemilius’s enemy, though he commanded as tribune under him, understood this, he had the boldness plainly to affirm that a triumph was not to be allowed him; and sowed various calumnies amongst the soldiers, which yet further increased their ill-will. Nay more, he desired the tribunes of the people, because the four hours that were remaining of the day could not suffice for the accusation, to let him put it off till another. But when the tribunes commanded him to speak then, if he had anything to say, he began a long oration, filled with all manner of reproaches, in which he spent the remaining part of the time, and the tribunes, when it was dark, dismissed the assembly. The soldiers, growing more vehement on this, thronged all to Galba, and entering into a conspiracy, early in the morning beset the capitol, where the tribunes had appointed the following assembly to be held.
When Aemilius did this, which was completely out of character for his gentle and mild nature, he went down to Oricus, where he boarded his army onto ships heading for Italy. He sailed up the Tiber River in the king’s galley, which had sixteen rows of oars and was lavishly decorated with captured weapons and purple and scarlet fabrics. As the ship moved slowly against the current, the Romans gathered on the shore to see him, giving them a glimpse of his upcoming triumph. However, the soldiers, who were eyeing the riches of Perseus, were secretly frustrated with Aemilius because they didn't get as much as they felt they deserved and openly criticized him for being a harsh and tyrannical commander; they weren’t eager to celebrate his triumph. When Servius Galba, who was Aemilius's enemy despite serving as his tribune, learned of this, he boldly claimed that Aemilius shouldn’t be allowed a triumph and spread various slanders among the soldiers, which deepened their resentment. He even asked the tribunes of the people to postpone the accusation until another day since the remaining four hours weren’t enough for it. But when the tribunes ordered him to speak then if he had anything to say, he launched into a long speech full of insults, using up the rest of the time, and when it got dark, the tribunes dismissed the assembly. The soldiers, growing more agitated, crowded around Galba and conspired together, surrounding the Capitol early the next morning, where the tribunes had scheduled the assembly to take place.
As soon as it was day, it was put to the vote, and the first tribe was proceeding to refuse the triumph; and the news spread amongst the people and to the senate. The people were indeed much grieved that Aemilius should meet with such ignominy; but this was only in words, which had no effect. The chief of the senate exclaimed against it as a base action, and excited one another to repress the boldness and insolence of the soldiers, which would erelong become altogether ungovernable and violent, were they now permitted to deprive Aemilius of his triumph. Forcing a passage through the crowd, they came up in great numbers, and desired the tribunes to defer polling, till they had spoken what they had to say to the people. All things thus suspended, and silence being made, Marcus Servilius stood up, a man of consular dignity, and who had killed twenty-three of his enemies that had challenged him in single combat. “It is now more than ever,” said he, “clear to my mind how great a commander our Aemilius Paulus is, when I see he was able to perform such famous and great exploits with an army so full of sedition and baseness; nor can I sufficiently wonder, that a people that seemed to glory in the triumphs over Illyrians and Ligurians, should now through envy refuse to see the Macedonian king led alive, and all the glory of Philip and Alexander in captivity to the Roman power. For is it not a strange thing for you who, upon a slight rumor of victory that came by chance into the city, did offer sacrifices and put up your requests unto the gods that you might see the report verified, now, when the general is returned with an undoubted conquest, to defraud the gods of honor, and yourselves of joy, as if you feared to behold the greatness of his warlike deed, or were resolved to spare your enemy? And of the two, much better were it to put a stop to the triumph, out of pity to him, than out of envy to your general; yet to such a height of power is malice arrived amongst you, that a man without one scar to show on his skin, that is smooth and sleek with ease and home-keeping habits, will undertake to define the office and duties of a general before us, who with our own wounds have been taught how to judge of the valor or the cowardice of commanders.” And, at the same time, putting aside his garment, he showed an infinite number of scars upon his breast, and, turning about, he exposed some parts of his person which it is usual to conceal; and, addressing Galba, said: “You deride me for these, in which I glory before my fellow-citizens, for it is in their service, in which I have ridden night and day, that I received them; but go collect the votes, whilst I follow after, and note the base and ungrateful, and such as choose rather to be flattered and courted than commanded by their general.” It is said, this speech so stopped the soldiers’ mouths, and altered their minds, that all the tribes decreed a triumph for Aemilius; which was performed after this manner.
As soon as day broke, they took a vote, and the first tribe was about to deny the triumph. The news spread among the people and the senate. The people were genuinely upset that Aemilius could face such disgrace, but that was just talk with no real impact. The leader of the senate condemned it as a disgraceful act and urged each other to rein in the boldness and arrogance of the soldiers, which would soon become completely unmanageable and violent if they were allowed to strip Aemilius of his triumph. They pushed through the crowd in large numbers and asked the tribunes to postpone the voting until they had a chance to speak to the people. With everything paused and silence established, Marcus Servilius, a man of consular rank who had killed twenty-three enemies in single combat, stood up. “It’s clearer than ever to me how great a commander our Aemilius Paulus is when I see him accomplish such remarkable feats with an army rife with discord and cowardice; I can’t fathom how a people that once took pride in victories over the Illyrians and Ligurians could now, out of envy, refuse to see the Macedonian king paraded alive, along with the glory of Philip and Alexander, subdued by Roman power. Isn’t it strange that you, upon hearing just a hint of victory that accidentally reached the city, rushed to sacrifice and pray to the gods to see the rumor confirmed, and now, with the general back from a certain victory, choose to deny the gods their due honor and yourselves the joy of celebration, as if you feared to witness the greatness of his martial achievements or had made up your minds to spare your enemy? Of the two options, it would be far better to deny the triumph out of compassion for him than out of envy towards your general; yet malice has risen so high among you that a man without a single scar, looking smooth and comfortable from living an easy life at home, dares to tell us what a general should do and be, while we, with our own wounds, know how to judge the bravery or cowardice of leaders.” At the same time, he pushed his garment aside, revealing countless scars on his chest, and turning to show other parts of his body that are typically hidden, he addressed Galba: “You mock me for these scars, which I take pride in before my fellow citizens, as they were earned in their service, through nights and days of hard riding; but go gather the votes while I keep an eye out for the ungrateful and those who prefer flattery and charm over the command of their general.” It’s said that this speech silenced the soldiers and changed their minds, leading all the tribes to agree on a triumph for Aemilius, which took place as described.
The people erected scaffolds in the Forum, in the circuses, as they call their buildings for horse-races, and in all other parts of the city where they could best behold the show. The spectators were clad in white garments; all the temples were open, and full of garlands and perfumes; the ways were cleared and kept open by numerous officers, who drove back all who crowded into or ran across the main avenue. This triumph lasted three days. On the first, which was scarcely long enough for the sight, were to be seen the statues, pictures, and colossal images, which were taken from the enemy, drawn upon two hundred and fifty chariots. On the second, was carried in a great many wagons the finest and richest armor of the Macedonians, both of brass and steel, all newly polished and glittering; the pieces of which were piled up and arranged purposely with the greatest art, so as to seem to be tumbled in heaps carelessly and by chance; helmets were thrown upon shields, coats of mail upon greaves; Cretan targets, and Thracian bucklers and quivers of arrows, lay huddled amongst horses’ bits, and through these there appeared the points of naked swords, intermixed with long Macedonian sarissas. All these arms were fastened together with just so much looseness that they struck against one another as they were drawn along, and made a harsh and alarming noise, so that, even as spoils of a conquered enemy, they could not be beheld without dread. After these wagons loaded with armor, there followed three thousand men who carried the silver that was coined, in seven hundred and fifty vessels, each of which weighed three talents, and was carried by four men. Others brought silver bowls and goblets and cups, all disposed in such order as to make the best show, and all curious as well for their size as the solidity of their embossed work.
The people set up scaffolds in the Forum, in the circuses, which are their horse-racing arenas, and in every other part of the city where they could best watch the event. The spectators wore white garments; all the temples were open, filled with garlands and perfumes; the paths were cleared and kept open by numerous officials, who pushed back anyone who crowded into or crossed the main avenue. This triumph lasted three days. On the first day, which wasn't long enough to take in everything, they displayed the statues, paintings, and massive images taken from the enemy, all loaded onto 250 chariots. On the second day, a lot of wagons carried the finest and richest armor of the Macedonians, made of both brass and steel, all polished and shining; the pieces were stacked and arranged with impressive skill to look like they were carelessly tossed in heaps; helmets were thrown onto shields, chainmail on greaves; Cretan shields, Thracian bucklers, and quivers of arrows were jumbled alongside horse bits, and the points of naked swords poked out among long Macedonian sarissas. All these weapons were tied together just loosely enough that they clanged against each other as they were pulled along, making a jarring and frightening noise, so that even as trophies from a defeated enemy, they couldn’t be seen without fear. After these armor-laden wagons, three thousand men followed, carrying the silver that had been minted, in 750 containers, each weighing three talents and carried by four men. Others brought silver bowls, goblets, and cups, all arranged in a way that showcased them beautifully, notable for both their size and the craftsmanship of their detailed designs.
On the third day, early in the morning, first came the trumpeters, who did not sound as they were wont in a procession or solemn entry, but such a charge as the Romans use when they encourage the soldiers to fight. Next followed young men wearing frocks with ornamented borders, who led to the sacrifice a hundred and twenty stalled oxen, with their horns gilded, and their heads adorned with ribbons and garlands; and with these were boys that carried basins for libation, of silver and gold. After this was brought the gold coin, which was divided into vessels that weighed three talents, like those that contained the silver; they were in number seventy-seven. These were followed by those that brought the consecrated bowl which Aemilius had caused to be made, that weighed ten talents, and was set with precious stones. Then were exposed to view the cups of Antigonus and Seleucus, and those of the Thericlean make, and all the gold plate that was used at Perseus’ table. Next to these came Perseus’ chariot, in which his armor was placed, and on that his diadem. And, after a little intermission, the king’s children were led captives, and with them a train of their attendants, masters, and teachers, all shedding tears, and stretching out hands to the spectators, and making the children themselves also beg and entreat their compassion. There were two sons and a daughter, whose tender age made them but little sensible of the greatness of their misery, which very insensibility of their condition rendered it the more deplorable; insomuch that Perseus himself was scarcely regarded as he went along, whilst pity fixed the eyes of the Romans upon the infants; and many of them could not forbear tears, and all beheld the sight with a mixture of sorrow and pleasure, until the children were passed.
On the third day, early in the morning, the trumpeters arrived first, sounding a call like the Romans do to rally their soldiers for battle, not the usual tune for a procession or formal entrance. Next came young men dressed in decorated robes, leading a hundred and twenty fattened oxen, their horns gold-plated and their heads adorned with ribbons and garlands. They were followed by boys carrying silver and gold basins for pouring libations. After that, a gold coin was brought in, divided into containers weighing three talents, similar to those holding the silver; there were seventy-seven of them. Following these were those carrying the sacred bowl that Aemilius had ordered to be made, which weighed ten talents and was set with precious stones. Then came the cups of Antigonus and Seleucus, along with those of the Thericlean style, and all the gold plates used at Perseus’ table. Next was Perseus’ chariot, carrying his armor and his crown. After a brief pause, the king’s children were brought in as captives, accompanied by their attendants, tutors, and guardians, all crying and stretching out their hands toward the spectators, with the children themselves begging for compassion. There were two sons and a daughter, whose young age made them barely aware of their great suffering, and this innocence made their situation even more tragic. As Perseus walked by, he barely drew attention, while the Romans' pity was focused on the children; many couldn’t hold back their tears, and everyone watched the scene with a mix of sorrow and fascination until the children had passed.
After his children and their attendants came Perseus himself, clad all in black, and wearing the boots of his country; and looking like one altogether stunned and deprived of reason, through the greatness of his misfortunes. Next followed a great company of his friends and familiars, whose countenances were disfigured with grief, and who let the spectators see, by their tears and their continual looking upon Perseus, that it was his fortune they so much lamented, and that they were regardless of their own. Perseus sent to Aemilius to entreat that he might not be led in pomp, but be left out of the triumph; who, deriding, as was but just, his cowardice and fondness of life, sent him this answer, that as for that, it had been before, and was now, in his own power; giving him to understand that the disgrace could be avoided by death; which the fainthearted man not having the spirit for, and made effeminate by I know not what hopes, allowed himself to appear as a part of his own spoils. After these were carried four hundred crowns, all made of gold, sent from the cities by their respective deputations to Aemilius, in honor of his victory. Then he himself came, seated on a chariot magnificently adorned (a man well worthy to be looked at, even without these ensigns of power), dressed in a robe of purple, interwoven with gold, and holding a laurel branch in his right hand. All the army, in like manner, with boughs of laurel in their hands, divided into their bands and companies, followed the chariot of their commander; some singing verses, according to the usual custom, mingled with raillery; others, songs of triumph, and the praise of Aemilius’s deeds; who, indeed, was admired and accounted happy by all men, and unenvied by every one that was good; except so far as it seems the province of some god to lessen that happiness which is too great and inordinate, and so to mingle the affairs of human life that no one should be entirely free and exempt from calamities; but, as we read in Homer, that those should think themselves truly blessed to whom fortune has given an equal share of good and evil.
After his children and their attendants came Perseus himself, dressed all in black and wearing the boots of his homeland; looking completely stunned and out of his mind due to the severity of his misfortunes. Next, a large crowd of his friends and acquaintances followed, their faces twisted with grief, showing the onlookers through their tears and their constant gazes at Perseus that it was his fate they mourned so deeply, ignoring their own troubles. Perseus sent a message to Aemilius, asking not to be paraded in glory, but to be left out of the triumph. Aemilius, accurately mocking his cowardice and love for life, replied that avoiding the disgrace had always been in his own hands; he suggested that death could save him from dishonor, which the cowardly man, lacking the courage for, and softened by some uncertain hopes, allowed himself to be displayed as part of his own spoils. After this, four hundred gold crowns were carried in, sent from the cities by their respective representatives to Aemilius in honor of his victory. Then he himself arrived, seated on a magnificently decorated chariot (a man truly worthy of admiration even without these symbols of power), dressed in a purple robe woven with gold, holding a laurel branch in his right hand. The whole army, similarly, with laurel branches in their hands, split into their groups and units, following their commander’s chariot; some singing verses, as was customary, mixed with playful banter; others, songs of triumph and praise for Aemilius’s achievements; who, indeed, was admired and considered fortunate by everyone, and was envied by no one who was good; except inasmuch as it seems to be a divine purpose to diminish happiness that is too great and excessive, mixing up human affairs so that no one is completely free and safe from hardships; but, as we read in Homer, those should see themselves as truly blessed to whom fortune has given an equal share of both good and bad.
Aemilius had four sons, of whom Scipio and Fabius, as is already related, were adopted into other families; the other two, whom he had by a second wife, and who were yet but young, he brought up in his own house. One of these died at fourteen years of age, five days before his father’s triumph; the other at twelve, three days after: so that there was no Roman without a deep sense of his suffering, and who did not shudder at the cruelty of fortune, that had not scrupled to bring so much sorrow into a house replenished with happiness, rejoicing, and sacrifices, and to intermingle tears and laments with songs of victory and triumph.
Aemilius had four sons. As mentioned earlier, Scipio and Fabius were adopted into other families. The other two sons, from his second wife and still quite young, he raised at home. One of them died at fourteen, just five days before his father’s triumph; the other passed away at twelve, three days later. Everyone in Rome felt his pain deeply and recoiled at the cruelty of fate, which had dared to bring so much sorrow into a home filled with happiness, joy, and celebrations, mixing tears and mourning with songs of victory and triumph.
Aemilius, however, reasoning justly that courage and resolution was not merely to resist armor and spears, but all the shocks of ill fortune, so met and so adapted himself to these mingled and contrasting circumstances, as to outbalance the evil with the good, and his private concerns with those of the public; and thus did not allow anything either to take away from the grandeur, or sully the dignity of his victory. For as soon as he had buried the first of his sons, (as we have already said,) he triumphed; and the second dying almost as soon as his triumph was over, he gathered together an assembly of the people, and made an oration to them, not like a man that stood in need of comfort from others, but one that undertook to support his fellow-citizens in their grief for the sufferings he himself underwent.
Aemilius, however, wisely understood that courage and determination weren’t just about facing armor and spears, but also about handling all the challenges that come with bad luck. He managed to navigate these mixed and contrasting situations in a way that balanced out the bad with the good, as well as his personal issues with public concerns. This way, he ensured that nothing diminished the greatness or tarnished the dignity of his victory. As soon as he buried his first son, as we’ve mentioned before, he celebrated his triumph. When the second son died almost right after the triumph was over, he called an assembly of the people and delivered a speech, not as someone who needed comfort from others, but as someone committed to supporting his fellow citizens in their mourning while dealing with his own grief.
“I,” he said, “who never yet feared anything that was human, have, amongst such as were divine, always had a dread of fortune as faithless and inconstant; and, for the very reason that in this war she had been as a favorable gale in all my affairs, I still expected some change and reflux of things. In one day I passed the Ionian sea, and reached Corcyra from Brundisium; thence in five more I sacrificed at Delphi, and in other five days came to my forces in Macedonia, where, after I had finished the usual sacrifices for the purifying of the army, I entered on my duties, and, in the space of fifteen days, put an honorable period to the war. Still retaining a jealousy of fortune, even from the smooth current of my affairs, and seeing myself secure and free from the danger of any enemy, I chiefly dreaded the change of the goddess at sea, whilst conveying home my victorious army, vast spoils, and a captive king. Nay, indeed, after I was returned to you safe, and saw the city full of joy, congratulating, and sacrifices, yet still I distrusted, well knowing that fortune never conferred any great benefits that were unmixed and unattended with probabilities of reverse. Nor could my mind, that was still as it were in labor, and always foreseeing something to befall this city, free itself from this fear, until this great misfortune befell me in my own family, and till, in the midst of those days set apart for triumph, I carried two of the best of sons, my only destined successors, one after another to their funerals. Now, therefore, I am myself safe from danger, at least as to what was my greatest care; and I trust and am verily persuaded, that for the time to come Fortune will prove constant and harmless unto you; since she has sufficiently wreaked her jealousy at our great successes on me and mine, and has made the conqueror as marked an example of human instability as the captive whom he led in triumph, with this only difference, that Perseus, though conquered, does yet enjoy his children, while the conqueror, Aemilius, is deprived of his.” This was the generous and magnanimous oration Aemilius is said to have spoken to the people, from a heart truly sincere and free from all artifice.
“I,” he said, “who have never really feared anything human, have always had a fear of fortune, which is untrustworthy and changeable, among the divine; and because she had been a favorable wind in all my endeavors during this war, I still anticipated some shift and reversal of events. In one day, I crossed the Ionian Sea and reached Corcyra from Brundisium; then in just five more days, I made sacrifices at Delphi, and after another five days, I joined my forces in Macedonia, where, after completing the usual sacrifices to purify the army, I got to work and, in the span of fifteen days, brought the war to a respected close. Even with my success and feeling safe from any enemy danger, I remained wary of fortune, especially fearing her change while bringing home my victorious army, huge spoils, and a captured king. Even after I returned to you safely, with the city overflowing with joy, celebrations, and sacrifices, I still felt mistrust, knowing that fortune never delivers significant benefits without mixing in the potential for loss. My mind, still laboring and always anticipating something that might happen to this city, couldn’t shake this fear until a great misfortune struck my own family, and in the midst of those days meant for triumph, I bore my two best sons, my only intended successors, one after another to their funerals. Now, therefore, I am safe from danger, at least regarding my greatest concern; and I trust and truly believe that for the future, fortune will be stable and gentle toward you; she has done enough to show her jealousy regarding our great victories on me and mine, making the conqueror as clear an example of human instability as the captive he paraded in triumph, with this one difference: Perseus, although defeated, still has his children, while the conqueror, Aemilius, has lost his.” This was the noble and heartfelt speech Aemilius is said to have given to the people, coming from a place of true sincerity and free from any deceit.
Although he very much pitied the condition of Perseus, and studied to befriend him in what he was able, yet he could procure no other favor, than his removal from the common prison, the Carcer, into a more cleanly and humane place of security, where, whilst he was guarded, it is said, he starved himself to death. Others state his death to have been of the strangest and most unusual character: that the soldiers who were his guard, having conceived a spite and hatred against him for some reason, and finding no other way to grieve and afflict him, kept him from sleep, took pains to disturb him when he was disposed to rest, and found out contrivances to keep him continually awake, by which means at length he was utterly worn out, and expired. Two of his children, also, died soon after him; the third, who was named Alexander, they say proved an exquisite artist in turning and graving small figures, and learned so perfectly to speak and write the Roman language, that he became clerk to the magistrates, and behaved himself in his office with great skill and conduct.
Although he truly felt sorry for Perseus’s situation and tried to help him as much as he could, he could only arrange for his transfer from the common prison, the Carcer, to a cleaner and more humane place of confinement. It is said that while being guarded there, he starved himself to death. Others claim his death had the strangest and most unusual circumstances: the soldiers guarding him, harboring resentment and hatred for some reason, found no better way to torment him than by depriving him of sleep. They made a concerted effort to disturb him whenever he tried to rest, employing various methods to keep him awake. Eventually, this wore him down completely, and he passed away. Two of his children also died shortly after him; the third, named Alexander, reportedly became an exceptional artist in turning and engraving small figures. He learned to speak and write in Latin so well that he became a clerk to the magistrates and performed his duties with great skill and professionalism.
They ascribe to Aemilius’s conquest of Macedonia, this most acceptable benefit to the people, that he brought so vast a quantity of money into the public treasury, that they never paid any taxes, until Hirtius and Pansa were consuls, which was in the first war between Antony and Caesar. This also was peculiar and remarkable in Aemilius, that though he was extremely beloved and honored by the people, yet he always sided with the nobles; nor would he either say or do anything to ingratiate himself with the multitude, but constantly adhered to the nobility, in all political matters, which in after-times was cast in Scipio Africanus’s teeth by Appius; these two being in their time the most considerable men in the city, and standing in competition for the office of censor. The one had on his side the nobles and the senate, to which party the Appii were always attached; the other, although his own interest was great, yet made use of the favor and love of the people. When, therefore, Appius saw Scipio come to the market-place, surrounded with men of mean rank, and such as were but newly made free, yet were very fit to manage a debate, to gather together the rabble, and to carry whatsoever they designed by importunity and noise, crying out with a loud voice: “Groan now,” said he, “O Aemilius Paulus, if you have knowledge in your grave of what is done above, that your son aspires to be censor, by the help of Aemilius, the common crier, and Licinius Philonicus.” Scipio always had the good-will of the people, because he was constantly heaping favors on them; but Aemilius, although he still took part with the nobles, yet was as much the people’s favorite as those who most sought popularity and used every art to obtain it. This they made manifest, when, amongst other dignities, they thought him worthy of the office of censor, a trust accounted most sacred and of great authority, as well in other things, as in the strict examination into men’s lives. For the censors had power to expel a senator, and enroll whom they judged most fit in his room, and to disgrace such young men as lived licentiously, by taking away their horses. Besides this, they were to value and assess each man’s estate, and register the number of the people. There were numbered by Aemilius, 337,452 men. He declared Marcus Aemilius Lepidus first senator, who had already four times held that honor, and he removed from their office three of the senators of the least note. The same moderation he and his fellow censor, Marcius Philippus, used at the muster of the knights.
They attribute Aemilius’s conquest of Macedonia as a significant benefit to the people, as he brought such a vast amount of money into the public treasury that they didn’t have to pay any taxes until Hirtius and Pansa became consuls, during the first war between Antony and Caesar. What’s also notable about Aemilius is that, although he was deeply loved and respected by the people, he consistently sided with the nobles; he never said or did anything to win over the common folks, but always aligned himself with the nobility in all political matters. Later, this was thrown in Scipio Africanus’s face by Appius, with these two being the most prominent figures in the city at that time, competing for the office of censor. One had the support of the nobles and the senate, to which Appius's family was always linked; the other, despite his own significant influence, relied on the people's favor and affection. So, when Appius saw Scipio arrive at the marketplace surrounded by lower-class men and recently freed individuals, who were quite capable of debating, rallying the crowd, and pushing their agenda through persistence and noise, he shouted: “Groan now,” he said, “O Aemilius Paulus, if you have any knowledge from beyond the grave of what’s happening above, that your son aims to be censor, helped by Aemilius the common crier and Licinius Philonicus.” Scipio always had the people's goodwill because he continually showered them with favors; however, Aemilius, even while supporting the nobles, was just as much a favorite of the people as those who actively sought popularity and used every trick to get it. This was evident when they felt he deserved the office of censor, a position considered highly sacred and authoritative, especially for rigorously examining people’s lives. The censors had the power to expel a senator and appoint someone else in his place based on their judgment and to discredit younger men living recklessly by stripping them of their horses. Additionally, they were responsible for assessing each person’s wealth and keeping track of the population. Aemilius counted 337,452 men. He declared Marcus Aemilius Lepidus the first senator, who had already held that position four times, and he removed three lesser-known senators from their roles. He and his fellow censor, Marcius Philippus, applied the same moderation when mustering the knights.
Whilst he was thus busy about many and weighty affairs, he fell sick of a disease, which at first seemed hazardous; and although after awhile it proved without danger, yet was troublesome and difficult to be cured: so that by the advice of his physicians he sailed to Velia, in South Italy, and there dwelt a long time near the sea, where he enjoyed all possible quietness. The Romans, in the meanwhile, longed for his return, and oftentimes by their expressions in the theaters, gave public testimony of their great desire and impatience to see him. When, therefore, the time drew nigh that a solemn sacrifice was of necessity to be offered, and he found, as he thought, his body strong enough, he came back again to Rome, and there performed the holy rites with the rest of the priests, the people in the mean time crowding about him, and congratulating his return. The next day he sacrificed again to the gods for his recovery; and, having finished the sacrifice, returned to his house and sat down to dinner, when, all on a sudden and when no change was expected, he fell into a fit of delirium, and, being quite deprived of his senses, the third day after ended a life, in which he had wanted no manner of thing which is thought to conduce to happiness. Nay, his very funeral pomp had something in it remarkable and to be admired, and his virtue was graced with the most solemn and happy rites at his burial; consisting, not in gold and ivory, or in the usual sumptuousness and splendor of such preparations, but in the good-will, honor, and love, not only of his fellow-citizens, but of his enemies themselves. For as many Spaniards, Ligurians, and Macedonians, as happened to be present at the solemnity, that were young and of vigorous bodies, took up the bier and carried it whilst the more aged followed, calling Aemilius the benefactor and preserver of their countries. For not only at the time of his conquest had he acted to all with kindness and clemency, but, through the whole course of his life, he continued to do them good and look after their concerns, as if they had been his familiars and relations. They report, that the whole of his estate scarce amounted to three hundred and seventy thousand drachmas; to which he left his two sons coheirs; but Scipio, who was the youngest, being adopted into the more wealthy family of Africanus, gave it all to his brother. Such are said to have been the life and manners of Aemilius.
While he was busy with many important matters, he fell ill with a disease that initially seemed serious; and although it eventually turned out to be harmless, it was troublesome and hard to cure. Following his doctors' advice, he traveled to Velia in southern Italy, where he lived by the sea for a long time, enjoying as much peace as possible. Meanwhile, the Romans were eager for his return, often expressing their strong desire and impatience to see him in the theaters. When the time came for a solemn sacrifice to be made, and he felt his body was strong enough, he returned to Rome and performed the sacred rites with the other priests, while the people crowded around him, celebrating his return. The next day, he sacrificed again to the gods for his recovery; after finishing the sacrifice, he went home and sat down to dinner, when suddenly, without any warning, he fell into a fit of delirium. Deprived of his senses, he died three days later, having lacked nothing for a happy life. His funeral was notable and admired, marked not by gold and ivory or the usual lavishness, but by the goodwill, honor, and love of both his fellow citizens and even his enemies. Many young Spaniards, Ligurians, and Macedonians present at the ceremony carried his bier while the older ones followed, calling Aemilius the benefactor and savior of their lands. Not only during his conquests did he treat everyone with kindness and mercy, but throughout his life he continued to do good and care for their needs as if they were his friends and family. It is said that his entire estate amounted to barely three hundred seventy thousand drachmas, which he left as co-heirs to his two sons; however, Scipio, the youngest, who was adopted into the wealthier family of Africanus, gave all of it to his brother. Such were the life and character of Aemilius.
COMPARISON OF TIMOLEON WITH AEMILIUS PAULUS
Such being the story of these two great men’s lives, without doubt in the comparison very little difference will be found between them. They made war with two powerful enemies: the one against the Macedonians, and the other with the Carthaginians; and the success was in both cases glorious. One conquered Macedon from the seventh succeeding heir of Antigonus; the other freed Sicily from usurping tyrants, and restored the island to its former liberty. Unless, indeed, it be made a point on Aemilius’s side, that he engaged with Perseus when his forces were entire, and composed of men that had often successfully fought with the Romans; whereas, Timoleon found Dionysius in a despairing condition, his affairs being reduced to the last extremity: or, on the contrary, it be urged in favor of Timoleon, that he vanquished several tyrants, and a powerful Carthaginian army, with an inconsiderable number of men gathered together from all parts, not with such an army as Aemilius had, of well disciplined soldiers, experienced in war, and accustomed to obey; but with such as through the hopes of gain resorted to him, unskilled in fighting and ungovernable. And when actions are equally glorious, and the means to compass them unequal, the greatest esteem is certainly due to that general who conquers with the smaller power.
The story of these two great men’s lives shows that there's really not much difference between them. They fought against two powerful enemies: one battled the Macedonians, and the other faced the Carthaginians; their successes were both glorious. One defeated Macedon, overcoming the seventh heir of Antigonus; the other liberated Sicily from oppressive tyrants and restored the island's freedom. However, a point could be made for Aemilius that he confronted Perseus when his forces were intact and made up of men who had often fought successfully against the Romans, while Timoleon found Dionysius in a desperate situation, with his affairs in ruins. On the other hand, it could be argued for Timoleon that he defeated several tyrants and a formidable Carthaginian army with a small group of men gathered from all over, not an army like Aemilius had, which consisted of well-trained soldiers, seasoned in battle, and accustomed to following orders; rather, Timoleon had men motivated by the hope of plunder, inexperienced in combat and hard to control. When the achievements are equally glorious but the means used to achieve them differ, the greatest respect should be given to the general who triumphs with the lesser force.
Both have the reputation of having behaved themselves with an uncorrupted integrity, in all the affairs they managed: but Aemilius had the advantage of being, from his infancy, by the laws and customs of his country, brought up to the proper management of public affairs, which Timoleon brought himself to by his own efforts. And this is plain; for at that time all the Romans were uniformly orderly and obedient, respectful to the laws and to their fellow-citizens: whereas it is remarkable, that not one of the Greek generals commanding in Sicily, could keep himself uncorrupted, except Dion, and of him many entertained a jealousy that he would establish a monarchy there, after the Lacedaemonian manner. Timaeus writes, that the Syracusans sent even Gylippus home dishonorably, and with a reputation lost by the unsatiable covetousness he displayed when he commanded the army. And numerous historians tell us of the wicked and perfidious acts committed by Pharax the Spartan, and Callippus the Athenian, with the view of making themselves kings of Sicily. Yet what were these men, and what strength had they, to entertain such a thought? The first of them was a follower of Dionysius, when he was expelled from Syracuse, and the other a hired captain of foot under Dion, and came into Sicily with him. But Timoleon at the request and prayers of the Syracusans, was sent to be their general, and had no need to seek for power, but had a perfect title, founded on their own offers, to hold it; and yet no sooner had he freed Sicily from her oppressors, but he willingly surrendered it.
Both have a reputation for having acted with uncorrupted integrity in all their dealings. However, Aemilius had the advantage of being trained from childhood, according to the laws and customs of his country, in the proper management of public affairs, while Timoleon achieved this through his own efforts. This is clear because, at that time, all the Romans were consistently well-behaved and obedient, respectful of the laws and their fellow citizens. In contrast, it's noteworthy that none of the Greek generals commanding in Sicily could remain uncorrupted, except for Dion, and many were suspicious that he would try to establish a monarchy there, following the Spartan model. Timaeus writes that the Syracusans even sent Gylippus home in disgrace, losing his reputation due to the insatiable greed he displayed while leading the army. Numerous historians recount the wicked and treacherous acts committed by Pharax the Spartan and Callippus the Athenian, who aimed to make themselves kings of Sicily. But what were these men, and what power did they have to harbor such ambitions? The first was a follower of Dionysius when he was expelled from Syracuse, and the other was a hired captain of foot under Dion, who arrived in Sicily with him. Timoleon, however, was sent to be their general at the request and prayers of the Syracusans, and he did not need to pursue power, as he had an undeniable claim based on their own offers to hold it; yet no sooner had he liberated Sicily from its oppressors than he willingly handed it over.
It is truly worthy our admiration in Aemilius, that, though he conquered so great and so rich a realm as that of Macedon, yet he would not touch, nor see any of the money, nor did he advantage himself one farthing by it, though he was very generous of his own to others. I would not intend any reflection on Timoleon, for accepting of a house and handsome estate in the country, which the Syracusans presented him with; there is no dishonor in accepting; but yet there is greater glory in a refusal, and the supremest virtue is shown in not wanting what it might fairly take. And as that body is, without doubt, the most strong and healthful, which can the easiest support extreme cold and excessive heat in the change of seasons, and that the most firm and collected mind which is not puffed up with prosperity, nor dejected with adversity; so the virtue of Aemilius was eminently seen in his countenance and behavior continuing as noble and lofty upon the loss of two dear sons, as when he achieved his greatest victories and triumphs. But Timoleon, after he had justly punished his brother, a truly heroic action, let his reason yield to a causeless sorrow, and, humiliated with grief and remorse, forbore for twenty years to appear in any public place, or meddle with any affairs of the commonwealth. It is truly very commendable to abhor and shun the doing any base action; but to stand in fear of every kind of censure or disrepute, may argue a gentle and open-hearted, but not a heroic temper.
It’s truly admirable in Aemilius that, despite conquering such a vast and wealthy territory as Macedon, he neither touched nor saw any of the money, nor did he benefit even a penny from it, even though he was very generous with his own wealth towards others. I’m not trying to criticize Timoleon for accepting a house and beautiful estate in the countryside that the Syracusans gave him; there’s no disgrace in accepting gifts. However, there’s greater glory in refusing, and the highest virtue is shown in not desiring what could reasonably be taken. Just as the strongest and healthiest body is the one that can easily withstand extreme cold and heat during seasonal changes, the most stable and composed mind is one that is neither inflated by success nor crushed by failure. Aemilius’s virtue was clearly displayed in his demeanor and behavior, remaining just as noble and dignified after the loss of two beloved sons as he was during his greatest victories and triumphs. In contrast, after justly punishing his brother—a truly heroic act—Timoleon allowed his reason to give way to unwarranted sorrow and, overwhelmed with grief and remorse, avoided appearing in public or engaging in any civic matters for twenty years. While it’s commendable to avoid and reject any shameful actions, being afraid of every kind of criticism or disgrace might indicate a gentle and open-hearted nature, but not a heroic spirit.
PELOPIDAS
Cato Major, hearing some commend one that was rash, and inconsiderately daring in a battle, said, “There is a difference between a man’s prizing valor at a great rate, and valuing life at little;” a very just remark. Antigonus, we know, at least, had a soldier, a venturous fellow, but of wretched health and constitution; the reason of whose ill looks he took the trouble to inquire into; and, on understanding from him that it was a disease, commanded his physicians to employ their utmost skill, and if possible recover him; which brave hero, when once cured, never afterwards sought danger or showed himself venturous in battle; and, when Antigonus wondered and upbraided him with his change, made no secret of the reason, and said, “Sir, you are the cause of my cowardice, by freeing me from those miseries which made me care little for life.” With the same feeling, the Sybarite seems to have said of the Spartans, that it was no commendable thing in them to be so ready to die in the wars, since by that they were freed from such hard labor, and miserable living. In truth, the Sybarites, a soft and dissolute people, might very well imagine they hated life, because in their eager pursuit of virtue and glory, they were not afraid to die: but, in fact, the Lacedaemonians found their virtue secured them happiness alike in living or in dying; as we see in the epitaph that says:
Cato Major, hearing someone praise a man who was reckless and thoughtlessly brave in battle, said, “There’s a difference between valuing bravery highly and undervaluing life;” a very true observation. Antigonus had a soldier who was daring but in poor health; he took the time to find out why the soldier looked so unwell, and when he learned it was a disease, he ordered his doctors to do everything they could to heal him. Once the soldier was cured, he never sought danger again or showed bravery in battle. When Antigonus expressed surprise and criticized him for this change, the soldier openly explained, “Sir, you’re the reason for my cowardice—by freeing me from the misery that made me value life so little.” Similarly, the Sybarite remarked about the Spartans, saying it wasn’t commendable for them to be so willing to die in wars, as it freed them from hard work and a miserable existence. Indeed, the Sybarites, a soft and indulgent people, might have thought they despised life because they weren’t afraid to die in their pursuit of virtue and glory. However, in reality, the Lacedaemonians found that their virtue brought them happiness whether they lived or died, as we see in the epitaph that says:
They died, but not as lavish of their blood,
Or thinking death itself was simply good;
Their wishes neither were to live nor die,
But to do both alike commendably.
They died, but not spilling their blood extravagantly,
Or thinking that death itself was just fine;
They didn't wish to live or die,
But to do both in a commendable way.
An endeavor to avoid death is not blamable, if we do not basely desire to live; nor a willingness to die good and virtuous, if it proceeds from a contempt of life. And therefore Homer always takes care to bring his bravest and most daring heroes well armed into battle; and the Greek lawgivers punished those that threw away their shields, but not him that lost his sword or spear; intimating that self-defense is more a man’s business than offense. This is especially true of a governor of a city, or a general; for if, as Iphicrates divides it out, the light-armed are the hands; the horse the feet; the infantry the breast; and the general the head; he, when he puts himself upon danger, not only ventures his own person, but all those whose safety depends on his; and so on the contrary. Callicratidas, therefore, though otherwise a great man, was wrong in his answer to the augur who advised him, the sacrifice being unlucky, to be careful of his life; “Sparta,” said he, “will not miss one man.” It was true, Callicratidas, when simply serving in any engagement either at sea or land, was but a single person, but as general, he united in his life the lives of all, and could hardly be called one, when his death involved the ruin of so many. The saying of old Antigonus was better, who, when he was to fight at Andros, and one told him, “The enemy’s ships are more than ours;” replied, “For how many then wilt thou reckon me?” intimating that a brave and experienced commander is to be highly valued, one of the first duties of whose office indeed it is to save him on whose safety depends that of others. And therefore I applaud Timotheus, who, when Chares showed the wounds he had received, and his shield pierced by a dart, told him, “Yet how ashamed I was, at the siege of Samos, when a dart fell near me, for exposing myself, more like a boy than like a general in command of a large army. “Indeed, where the general’s hazarding himself will go far to decide the result, there he must fight and venture his person, and not mind their maxims, who would have a general die, if not of, at least in old age; but when the advantage will be but small if he gets the better, and the loss considerable if he falls, who then would desire, at the risk of the commander’s life, a piece of success which a common soldier might obtain? This I thought fit to premise before the lives of Pelopidas and Marcellus, who were both great men, but who both fell by their own rashness. For, being gallant men, and having gained their respective countries great glory and reputation by their conduct in war against terrible enemies, the one, as history relates, overthrowing Hannibal, who was till then invincible; the other, in a set battle beating the Lacedaemonians, then supreme both at sea and land; they ventured at last too far, and were heedlessly prodigal of their lives, when there was the greatest need of men and commanders such as they. And this agreement in their characters and their deaths, is the reason why I compare their lives.
An effort to avoid death isn't wrong unless we have a shameful desire to live; nor is a willingness to die for good and honorable reasons if it comes from a disregard for life. This is why Homer always makes sure to portray his bravest and most daring heroes well-armed in battle; and Greek lawgivers punished those who discarded their shields, but not those who lost their swords or spears, suggesting that self-defense is more important than offense. This is especially true for a city governor or a general; if, as Iphicrates says, the light-armed troops are the hands, the cavalry the feet, the infantry the torso, and the general the head, then when he puts himself in danger, he risks not just his own life but also the lives of everyone who relies on him for safety. On the flip side, if he dies, it can bring ruin to many others. Callicratidas, though otherwise a great man, was mistaken in his response to the augur who warned him to take care of his life because the sacrifice was unlucky, saying, “Sparta will not miss one man.” While it was true that Callicratidas, when fighting in any engagement at sea or on land, was only one person, as a general, his life was linked to all the others, and he couldn't simply be regarded as one individual when his death could lead to the demise of so many. A better saying comes from the old Antigonus, who, when preparing to fight at Andros and someone mentioned, “The enemy’s ships are more than ours,” replied, “Then how many will you count me as?” indicating that a brave and experienced commander is highly valuable, with one of his primary duties being to protect the life of the person whose safety others depend on. This is why I commend Timotheus, who, when Chares showed him the wounds he had sustained and his shield pierced by a dart, remarked, “Yet I felt so ashamed during the siege of Samos when a dart fell near me, for acting more like a boy than a general in charge of a large army.” Indeed, where the general’s willingness to put himself in danger can largely affect the outcome, he must fight and risk his life, ignoring those who think a general should only die in old age. But when the potential gain is minimal if he succeeds and the loss is significant if he falls, who would wish for a victory at the cost of the commander's life that a common soldier might achieve? I thought it important to mention this before discussing the lives of Pelopidas and Marcellus. Both were great men, but they fell due to their own recklessness. They were valiant and brought great glory and honor to their countries through their military successes against formidable enemies: one, as history records, defeating Hannibal, who had been invincible until then; the other, in a decisive battle, overcoming the Lacedaemonians, who were then dominant at sea and land. In the end, they both overstepped their bounds and carelessly gave up their lives when there was a critical need for leaders like them. This similarity in their characters and their deaths is what leads me to compare their lives.
Pelopidas, the son of Hippoclus, was descended, as likewise Epaminondas was, from an honorable family in Thebes; and, being brought up to opulence, and having a fair estate left him whilst he was young, he made it his business to relieve the good and deserving amongst the poor, that he might show himself lord and not slave of his estate. For amongst men, as Aristotle observes, some are too narrow-minded to use their wealth, and some are loose and abuse it; and these live perpetual slaves to their pleasures, as the others to their gain. Others permitted themselves to be obliged by Pelopidas, and thankfully made use of his liberality and kindness; but amongst all his friends, he could never persuade Epaminondas to be a sharer in his wealth. He, however, stepped down into his poverty, and took pleasure in the same poor attire, spare diet, unwearied endurance of hardships, and unshrinking boldness in war: like Capaneus in Euripides, who had
Pelopidas, son of Hippoclus, came from a respected family in Thebes, just like Epaminondas did. He was raised in wealth and inherited a good estate at a young age, so he made it his mission to help the good and deserving among the poor, to show that he was the master, not the servant, of his fortune. As Aristotle notes, some people are too stingy to share their wealth, while others are reckless and misuse it; the former live as slaves to their money, while the latter are slaves to their pleasures. Many people were grateful for Pelopidas's generosity and kindness, but he could never convince Epaminondas to share in his fortune. Instead, Epaminondas embraced a life of simplicity, wearing the same humble clothes, eating sparingly, enduring hardships, and showing courage in battle, much like Capaneus in Euripides, who had
Abundant wealth and in that wealth no pride;
Abundant wealth, but no pride in that wealth;
he was ashamed any one should think that he spent more upon his person than the meanest Theban. Epaminondas made his familiar and hereditary poverty more light and easy, by his philosophy and single life; but Pelopidas married a woman of good family, and had children; yet still thinking little of his private interests, and devoting all his time to the public, he ruined his estate: and, when his friends admonished and told him how necessary that money which he neglected was; “Yes,” he replied, “necessary to Nicodemus,” pointing to a blind cripple.
He felt embarrassed that anyone might think he spent more on himself than the poorest Theban. Epaminondas made his lifelong struggle with poverty easier to bear through his philosophy and simple lifestyle; however, Pelopidas married into a good family and had children. Still, he cared little for his personal wealth, dedicating all his time to public service, which led to the downfall of his finances. When his friends warned him about how crucial the money he neglected was, he replied, “Yes, crucial for Nicodemus,” referring to a blind cripple.
Both seemed equally fitted by nature for all sorts of excellence; but bodily exercises chiefly delighted Pelopidas, learning Epaminondas; and the one spent his spare hours in hunting, and the Palaestra, the other in hearing lectures or philosophizing. And, amongst a thousand points for praise in both, the judicious esteem nothing equal to that constant benevolence and friendship, which they inviolably preserved in all their expeditions, public actions, and administration of the commonwealth. For if any one looks on the administrations of Aristides and Themistocles, of Cimon and Pericles, of Nicias and Alcibiades, what confusion, what envy, what mutual jealousy appears? And if he then casts his eye on the kindness and reverence that Pelopidas showed Epaminondas, he must needs confess, that these are more truly and more justly styled colleagues in government and command than the others, who strove rather to overcome one another, than their enemies The true cause of this was their virtue; whence it came that they did not make their actions aim at wealth and glory, an endeavor sure to lead to bitter and contentious jealousy; but both from the beginning being inflamed with a divine desire of seeing their country glorious by their exertions, they used to that end one another’s excellences as their own. Many, indeed, think this strict and entire affection is to be dated from the battle at Mantinea, where they both fought, being part of the succors that were sent from Thebes to the Lacedaemonians, their then friends and allies. For, being placed together amongst the infantry, and engaging the Arcadians, when the Lacedaemonian wing, in which they fought, gave ground, and many fled, they closed their shields together and resisted the assailants. Pelopidas, having received seven wounds in the forepart of his body, fell upon a heap of slain friends and enemies; but Epaminondas, though he thought him past recovery, advanced to defend his arms and body, and singly fought a multitude, resolving rather to die than forsake his helpless Pelopidas. And now, he being much distressed, being wounded in the breast by a spear, and in the arm by a sword, Agesipolis, the king of the Spartans, came to his succor from the other wing, and beyond hope delivered both.
Both seemed equally suited by nature for various forms of excellence; however, Pelopidas was primarily drawn to physical activities, while Epaminondas enjoyed learning. One spent his free time hunting and training at the gym, while the other spent his time attending lectures or engaging in philosophical discussions. Among the many admirable qualities of both, the most commendable was their unwavering kindness and friendship, which they maintained throughout all their endeavors, public duties, and governance of the state. If you examine the leadership of Aristides and Themistocles, Cimon and Pericles, Nicias and Alcibiades, you see chaos, envy, and mutual jealousy. In contrast, when you look at the respect and affection Pelopidas showed for Epaminondas, it's clear that they truly deserve to be called colleagues in governance and leadership, unlike the others who were more focused on one-upping each other than confronting their enemies. The root of this was their virtue; they didn’t pursue wealth and glory, which often lead to bitter jealousy, but were instead driven by a noble desire to see their country thrive through their efforts, utilizing each other’s strengths as if they were their own. Many believe this deep bond began after the battle at Mantinea, where they both fought as part of the reinforcements sent from Thebes to the Lacedaemonians, their current allies. Stationed together among the infantry and facing the Arcadians, when the Lacedaemonian side they were on began to retreat and many soldiers fled, they locked their shields together to fend off the attackers. Pelopidas suffered seven wounds to his front and collapsed on a pile of fallen comrades and foes; however, Epaminondas, believing he might not survive, moved forward to defend his arms and body, bravely fighting against many opponents, determined to die rather than abandon his injured friend Pelopidas. In his distress, wounded in the chest by a spear and in the arm by a sword, Agesipolis, the Spartan king, came to his rescue from the opposite flank, beyond all hope, saving both of them.
After this the Lacedaemonians pretended to be friends to Thebes, but in truth looked with jealous suspicions on the designs and power of the city, and chiefly hated the party of Ismenias and Androclides, in which Pelopidas also was an associate, as tending to liberty, and the advancement of the commonalty. Therefore Archias, Leontidas, and Philip, all rich men, and of oligarchical principles, and immoderately ambitious, urged Phoebidas the Spartan, as he was on his way past the city with a considerable force, to surprise the Cadmea, and, banishing the contrary faction, to establish an oligarchy, and by that means subject the city to the supremacy of the Spartans. He, accepting the proposal, at the festival of Ceres unexpectedly fell on the Thebans, and made himself master of the citadel. Ismenias was taken, carried to Sparta, and in a short time murdered; but Pelopidas, Pherenicus, Androclides, and many more that fled were publicly proclaimed outlaws. Epaminondas stayed at home, being not much looked after, as one whom philosophy had made inactive, and poverty incapable.
After this, the Spartans pretended to be friends with Thebes, but in reality, they were suspicious and jealous of the city’s plans and power. They particularly despised Ismenias and Androclides, a faction that Pelopidas was also a part of, because it aimed for freedom and the betterment of the common people. So, Archias, Leontidas, and Philip—all wealthy men with oligarchic views and excessive ambition—convinced the Spartan Phoebidas, who was passing by with a strong force, to surprise the Cadmea. They wanted him to oust the opposing faction, set up an oligarchy, and thus bring the city under Spartan control. He accepted the proposal and, during the festival of Ceres, unexpectedly attacked the Thebans and took over the citadel. Ismenias was captured, taken to Sparta, and soon murdered; meanwhile, Pelopidas, Pherenicus, Androclides, and many others who fled were declared outlaws. Epaminondas stayed at home, not being pursued much, as he was seen as someone whose philosophy made him inactive and whose poverty left him powerless.
The Lacedaemonians cashiered Phoebidas, and fined him one hundred thousand drachmas, yet still kept a garrison in the Cadmea; which made all Greece wonder at their inconsistency, since they punished the doer, but approved the deed. And though the Thebans, having lost their polity, and being enslaved by Archias and Leontidas, had no hopes to get free from this tyranny, which they saw guarded by the whole military power of the Spartans, and had no means to break the yoke, unless these could be deposed from their command of sea and land; yet Leontidas and his associates, understanding that the exiles lived at Athens in favor with the people, and with honor from all the good and virtuous, formed secret designs against their lives, and, suborning some unknown fellows, dispatched Androclides, but were not successful on the rest. Letters, besides, were sent from Sparta to the Athenians, warning them neither to receive nor countenance the exiles, but expel them as declared common enemies of the confederacy. But the Athenians, from their natural hereditary inclination to be kind, and also to make a grateful return to the Thebans, who had very much assisted them in restoring their democracy, and had publicly enacted, that if any Athenian would march armed through Boeotia against the tyrants, that no Boeotian should either see or hear it, did the Thebans no harm.
The Spartans dismissed Phoebidas and fined him one hundred thousand drachmas, yet they still kept a garrison in the Cadmea. This inconsistency confused all of Greece, as they punished the individual but approved of the action. Although the Thebans had lost their government and were oppressed by Archias and Leontidas, they saw no way to escape this tyranny, which was protected by the full military strength of the Spartans. They had no means to break free unless the Spartans could be removed from their control of land and sea. However, Leontidas and his associates, realizing that the exiles were living in Athens with the people's favor and respect from the good and honorable, plotted secretly against their lives. They hired some unknown individuals to eliminate Androclides but were unsuccessful against the others. Additionally, letters were sent from Sparta to the Athenians, warning them not to support or protect the exiles, but to expel them as declared common enemies of the alliance. Nonetheless, the Athenians, due to their natural inclination to be kind and their desire to repay the Thebans, who had greatly aided them in restoring their democracy, and had publicly decreed that any Athenian marching armed through Boeotia against the tyrants should not be seen or heard by any Boeotian, did no harm to the Thebans.
Pelopidas, though one of the youngest, was active in privately exciting each single exile; and often told them at their meetings, that it was both dishonorable and impious to neglect their enslaved and engarrisoned country, and, lazily contented with their own lives and safety, depend on the decrees of the Athenians, and through fear fawn on every smooth-tongued orator that was able to work upon the people: now they must venture for this great prize, taking Thrasybulus’ bold courage for example, and as he advanced from Thebes and broke the power of the Athenian tyrants, so they should march from Athens and free Thebes. When by this method he had persuaded them, they privately dispatched some persons to those friends they had left at Thebes, and acquainted them with their designs. Their plans being approved, Charon, a man of the greatest distinction, offered his house for their reception; Phillidas contrived to get himself made secretary to Archias and Philip, who then held the office of polemarch or chief captain; and Epaminondas had already inflamed the youth. For, in their exercises, he had encouraged them to challenge and wrestle with the Spartans, and again, when he saw them puffed up with victory and success, sharply told them, it was the greater shame to be such cowards as to serve those whom in strength they so much excelled.
Pelopidas, despite being one of the youngest, was actively involved in rallying every single exile. He often reminded them at their meetings that it was both disgraceful and unjust to ignore their oppressed and fortified homeland, and that they should not be content with their own lives and safety while relying on the decisions of the Athenians, or cowardly flatter every smooth-talking politician who could manipulate the public. They had to take the risk for this significant goal, using Thrasybulus’ bravery as a model; just as he left Thebes and dismantled the power of the Athenian tyrants, they should leave Athens and liberate Thebes. After convincing them this way, they secretly sent some people to their friends left behind in Thebes to inform them of their plans. Once their plans were approved, Charon, a highly respected man, offered his home for their gathering; Phillidas managed to become the secretary to Archias and Philip, who were then in charge as polemarchs or chief captains; and Epaminondas had already inspired the youth. He had encouraged them to challenge and wrestle against the Spartans in their training, and when he saw them full of pride after victories, he sternly reminded them that it was even more shameful to be such cowards as to serve those they were far stronger than.
The day for action being fixed, it was agreed upon by the exiles, that Pherenicus with the rest should stay in the Thriasian plain, while some few of the younger men tried the first danger, by endeavoring to get into the city; and, if they were surprised by their enemies, the others should take care to provide for their children and parents. Pelopidas first offered to undertake the business; then Melon, Damoclides, and Theopompus, men of noble families, who, in other things loving and faithful to one another, were constant rivals only in glory and courageous exploits. They were twelve in all, and having taken leave of those that stayed behind, and sent a messenger to Charon, they went forward, clad in short coats, and carrying hounds and hunting poles with them, that they might be taken for hunters beating over the fields, and prevent all suspicion in those that met them on the way. When the messenger came to Charon, and told him they were approaching, he did not change his resolution at the sight of danger, but, being a man of his word, offered them his house. But one Hipposthenidas, a man of no ill principles, a lover of his country, and a friend to the exiles, but not of as much resolution as the shortness of time and the character of the action required, being as it were dizzied at the greatness of the approaching enterprise; and beginning now for the first time to comprehend that, relying on that weak assistance which could be expected from the exiles, they were undertaking no less a task than to shake the government, and overthrow the whole power of Sparta; went privately to his house, and sent a friend to Melon and Pelopidas, desiring them to forbear for the present, to return to Athens and expect a better opportunity. The messenger’s name was Chlidon, who, going home in haste and bringing out his horse, asked for the bridle; but, his wife not knowing where it was, and, when it could not be found, telling him she had lent it to a friend, first they began to chide, then to curse one another, and his wife wished the journey might prove ill to him, and those that sent him; insomuch that Chlidon’s passion made him waste a great part of the day in this quarreling, and then, looking on this chance as an omen, he laid aside all thoughts of his journey, and went away to some other business. So nearly had these great and glorious designs, even in their very birth, lost their opportunity.
The day for action was set, and the exiles agreed that Pherenicus and the others would stay in the Thriasian plain, while a few of the younger men would take the first risk by trying to enter the city. If they got caught by their enemies, the others would look after their children and parents. Pelopidas was the first to volunteer for the task, followed by Melon, Damoclides, and Theopompus—men from noble families who, while loving and loyal to each other in other matters, were constant rivals when it came to glory and brave deeds. They were twelve in total and, after saying goodbye to those staying behind and sending a message to Charon, they set off dressed in short coats, carrying hunting dogs and poles to look like hunters trekking through the fields, trying to avoid any suspicion from people they met along the way. When the messenger reached Charon and informed him they were on their way, he didn’t change his plan in light of the danger; instead, being a man of his word, he offered them his home. However, one Hipposthenidas—a man of good principles, a patriot, and a friend to the exiles—lacked the resolve that the urgency of the situation required. He was overwhelmed by the scale of the approaching mission and, for the first time, realized that by relying on the fragile support from the exiles, they were taking on a task as monumental as toppling the government and dismantling the entire power of Sparta. He secretly went back home and sent a friend to Melon and Pelopidas, urging them to hold off for now, return to Athens, and wait for a better opportunity. The messenger, Chlidon, hurried home and grabbed his horse, asking for the bridle. When his wife didn’t know where it was and mentioned that she had lent it to a friend, they started arguing, eventually cursing each other. His wife even wished misfortune upon him and his senders. Chlidon’s anger consumed a large part of the day with this quarrel, and then, taking the situation as an omen, he abandoned all plans for his journey and went off to take care of other matters. So close had these significant and heroic plans come to losing their chance even before they began.
But Pelopidas and his companions, dressing themselves like countrymen, divided, and, whilst it was yet day, entered at different quarters of the city. It was, besides, a windy day, and it now just began to snow, which contributed much to their concealment, because most people were gone in doors to avoid the weather. Those, however, that were concerned in the design, received them as they came, and conducted them to Charon’s house, where the exiles and the others made up forty-eight in number. The tyrants’ affairs stood thus: the secretary, Phillidas, as I have already observed, was an accomplice in, and privy to all the contrivance of the exiles, and he a while before had invited Archias, with others, to an entertainment on that day, to drink freely, and meet some women of the town, on purpose that when they were drunk, and given up to their pleasures, he might deliver them over to the conspirators. But before Archias was thoroughly heated, notice was given him that the exiles were privately in the town; a true report indeed, but obscure, and not well confirmed: nevertheless, though Phillidas endeavored to divert the discourse, Archias sent one of his guard to Charon, and commanded him to attend immediately. It was evening, and Pelopidas and his friends with him in the house, were putting themselves into a fit posture for action, having their breastplates on already, and their swords girt: but at the sudden knocking at the door, one stepping forth to inquire the matter, and learning from the officer that Charon was sent for by the polemarchs, returned in great confusion and acquainted those within; and all immediately conjectured that the whole plot was discovered, and they should be cut in pieces, before so much as achieving any action to do credit to their bravery; yet all agreed that Charon should obey, and attend the polemarchs, to prevent suspicion. Charon was, indeed, a man of courage and resolution in all dangers, yet in this case he was extremely concerned, lest any should suspect that he was the traitor, and the death of so many brave citizens be laid on him. And, therefore, when he was ready to depart, he brought his son out of the women’s apartment, a little boy as yet, but one of the best looking and strongest of all those of his age, and delivered him to Pelopidas with these words: “If you find me a traitor, treat this boy as an enemy without any mercy.” The concern which Charon showed, drew tears from many; but all protested vehemently against his supposing any one of them so mean-spirited and base, at the appearance of approaching danger, as to suspect or blame him; and therefore, desired him not to involve his son, but to set him out of harm’s way; that so he, perhaps, escaping the tyrant’s power, might live to revenge the city and his friends. Charon, however, refused to remove him, and asked, “What life, what safety could be more honorable, than to die bravely with his father, and such generous companions?” Thus, imploring the protection of the gods, and saluting and encouraging them all, he departed, considering with himself, and composing his voice and countenance, that he might look as little like as possible to what in fact he really was.
But Pelopidas and his friends, dressing like country folks, split up and, while it was still daylight, entered different parts of the city. It was a windy day, and it had just started to snow, which helped them stay hidden since most people had gone indoors to escape the weather. Those involved in the plan welcomed them as they arrived and led them to Charon’s house, where the exiles and others made a total of forty-eight. The situation with the tyrants was this: the secretary, Phillidas, as I've already mentioned, was an accomplice in, and aware of, all the plans of the exiles. A little while earlier, he had invited Archias and others to a party that day, encouraging them to drink freely and meet some local women, so that when they got drunk and were indulging in pleasures, he could hand them over to the conspirators. But before Archias got completely intoxicated, he was informed that the exiles were secretly in the town; it was true, but vague and not well verified. Nevertheless, even though Phillidas tried to change the subject, Archias sent one of his guards to Charon, commanding him to come right away. It was evening, and Pelopidas and his friends in the house were getting ready for action, already wearing their breastplates and swords. But when there was a sudden knock at the door, one person stepped out to ask what was going on. Upon learning from the officer that Charon had been summoned by the polemarchs, he returned in a panic and told those inside. They all immediately feared that the whole plot had been uncovered and that they would be slaughtered before having a chance to prove their bravery. Still, they all agreed that Charon should comply and go to the polemarchs to avoid raising suspicion. Charon was indeed a courageous and resolute man in all dangers, yet in this situation, he was extremely worried that anyone might suspect him of being the traitor and that the deaths of so many brave citizens would be blamed on him. So, before he left, he brought his young son out of the women’s area, a little boy who was very good-looking and one of the strongest for his age, and handed him to Pelopidas, saying, “If you find me a traitor, treat this boy as an enemy without any mercy.” The concern Charon showed brought tears to many eyes, but everyone strongly protested against his thinking any of them so cowardly and low that they would suspect or blame him in the face of danger. They urged him not to involve his son but to keep him safe, hoping that he might escape the tyrant's power and grow up to avenge the city and his friends. However, Charon refused to send him away, asking, “What life, what safety could be more honorable, than to die bravely with my father and such noble companions?” Thus, invoking the protection of the gods and bidding everyone farewell and encouragement, he left, trying to compose his voice and expression so he would look as little like himself as possible.
When he was come to the door, Archias with Phillidas came out to him, and said, “I have heard, Charon, that there are some men just come, and lurking in the town, and that some of the citizens are resorting to them.” Charon was at first disturbed, but asking, “Who are they? and who conceals them?” and finding Archias did not thoroughly understand the matter, he concluded that none of those privy to the design had given this information, and replied, “Do not disturb yourselves for an empty rumor: I will look into it, however, for no report in such a case is to be neglected.” Phillidas, who stood by, commended him, and leading back Archias, got him deep in drink, still prolonging the entertainment with the hopes of the women’s company at last. But when Charon returned, and found the men prepared, not as if they hoped for safety and success, but to die bravely and with the slaughter of their enemies, he told Pelopidas and his friends the truth, but pretended to others in the house that Archias talked to him about something else, inventing a story for the occasion. This storm was just blowing over, when fortune brought another; for a messenger came with a letter from one Archias, the Hierophant at Athens, to his namesake Archias, who was his friend and guest. This did not merely contain a vague conjectural suspicion, but, as appeared afterwards, disclosed every particular of the design. The messenger being brought in to Archias, who was now pretty well drunk, and delivering the letter, said to him, “The writer of this desired it might be read at once; it is on urgent business.” Archias, with a smile, replied, “Urgent business tomorrow,” and so receiving the letter, he put it under his pillow, and returned to what he had been speaking of with Phillidas; and these words of his are a proverb to this day amongst the Greeks.
When he reached the door, Archias came out with Phillidas and said, “I’ve heard, Charon, that some men have just arrived and are hiding in the town, and that some of the locals are going to them.” Charon was initially unsettled, but after asking, “Who are they? And who’s hiding them?” and realizing Archias didn’t fully grasp the situation, he concluded that none of those involved in the plan had leaked this information. He replied, “Don’t worry about an unfounded rumor: I’ll check into it, since no report in this situation should be ignored.” Phillidas, who was nearby, praised him and took Archias back, getting him pretty drunk, continuing the festivities with the expectation of the women joining them later. But when Charon returned and saw the men ready—not expecting safety and success, but preparing to die bravely while taking down their enemies—he told Pelopidas and his friends the truth. He pretended to others in the house that Archias was talking to him about something else, fabricating a story for the occasion. Just as this storm seemed to be passing, another one arrived; a messenger came with a letter from one Archias, the Hierophant in Athens, to his namesake Archias, who was his friend and guest. This letter didn’t just contain vague suspicions, but as it turned out later, revealed every detail of the conspiracy. The messenger was brought in to Archias, who was now quite drunk, and as he delivered the letter, he said, “The sender wanted this read immediately; it’s urgent.” Archias smiled and replied, “Urgent business for tomorrow,” and after taking the letter, he tucked it under his pillow and returned to his conversation with Phillidas; his words remain a proverb among the Greeks to this day.
Now when the opportunity seemed convenient for action, they set out in two companies; Pelopidas and Damoclides with their party went against Leontidas and Hypates, that lived near together; Charon and Melon against Archias and Philip, having put on women’s apparel over their breastplates, and thick garlands of fir and pine to shade their faces; and so, as soon as they came to the door, the guests clapped and gave a huzza, supposing them to be the women they expected. But when the conspirators had looked about the room, and carefully marked all that were at the entertainment, they drew their swords, and making at Archias and Philip amongst the tables, disclosed who they were. Phillidas persuaded some few of his guests to sit still, and those that got up and endeavored to assist the polemarchs, being drunk were easily dispatched. But Pelopidas and his party met with a harder task; as they attempted Leontidas, a sober and formidable man, and when they came to his house found his doors shut, he being already gone to bed. They knocked a long time before any one would answer, but, at last, a servant that heard them, coming out and unbarring the door, as soon as the gate gave way, they rushed in, and, overturning the man, made all haste to Leontidas’s chamber. But Leontidas, guessing at the matter by the noise and running, leaped from his bed and drew his dagger, but forgot to put out the lights, and by that means make them fall foul on one another in the dark. As it was, being easily seen by reason of the light, he received them at his chamber door, and stabbed Cephisodorus, the first man that entered: on his falling, the next that he engaged was Pelopidas; and the passage being narrow and Cephisodorus’s body lying in the way, there was a fierce and dangerous conflict. At last Pelopidas prevailed, and having killed Leontidas, he and his companions went in pursuit of Hypates, and after the same manner broke into his house. He perceived the design, and fled to his neighbors; but they closely followed, and caught and killed him.
Now, when the moment seemed right for action, they set out in two groups: Pelopidas and Damoclides led their crew against Leontidas and Hypates, who lived close together, while Charon and Melon went after Archias and Philip, dressed in women’s clothing over their breastplates and wearing thick garlands of fir and pine to hide their faces. As soon as they arrived at the door, the guests cheered and celebrated, thinking they were the women they were expecting. But once the conspirators surveyed the room and carefully noted everyone at the gathering, they drew their swords and made their way toward Archias and Philip among the tables, revealing their identities. Phillidas convinced a few of his guests to stay seated, while those who stood up to help the polemarchs, being drunk, were easily taken down. However, Pelopidas and his group faced a tougher challenge; as they approached Leontidas, a sober and imposing figure, they found his doors locked, since he had already gone to bed. They knocked for a long time before anyone responded, but eventually, a servant who heard them came out and unbarred the door. As soon as the gate opened, they rushed in, overpowered the servant, and hurried to Leontidas’s bedroom. Leontidas, realizing something was off from the noise and commotion, jumped out of bed and grabbed his dagger, but he forgot to extinguish the lights, which prevented the intruders from colliding with each other in the dark. Because the room was well-lit, he saw them as they reached his bedroom door and stabbed Cephisodorus, the first to enter. After he fell, the next person he confronted was Pelopidas, and with Cephisodorus's body blocking the narrow passage, a fierce and dangerous fight broke out. In the end, Pelopidas overcame him, killing Leontidas, and he and his companions then chased after Hypates, breaking into his house in the same manner. Hypates caught on to their plan and fled to his neighbors, but they pursued closely and caught him, ultimately killing him.
This done they joined Melon, and sent to hasten the exiles they had left in Attica: and called upon the citizens to maintain their liberty, and taking down the spoils from the porches, and breaking open all the armorers’ shops that were near, equipped those that came to their assistance. Epaminondas and Gorgidas came in already armed, with a gallant train of young men, and the best of the old. Now the city was in a great excitement and confusion, a great noise and hurry, lights set up in every house, men running here and there; however, the people did not as yet gather into a body, but, amazed at the proceedings, and not clearly understanding the matter waited for the day. And, therefore, the Spartan officers were thought to have been in fault for not falling on at once, since their garrison consisted of about fifteen hundred men, and many of the citizens ran to them; but, alarmed with the noise, the fires, and the confused running of the people, they kept quietly within the Cadmea. As soon as day appeared, the exiles from Attica came in armed, and there was a general assembly of the people. Epaminondas and Gorgidas brought forth Pelopidas and his party, encompassed by the priests, who held out garlands, and exhorted the people to fight for their country and their gods. The assembly, at their appearance, rose up in a body, and with shouts and acclamations received the men as their deliverers and benefactors.
Once that was done, they joined Melon and sent for the exiles they had left in Attica, urging the citizens to defend their freedom. They took down the spoils from the porches and broke open nearby armorers’ shops to equip those who came to help. Epaminondas and Gorgidas arrived already armed, accompanied by a brave group of young men and some of the best older ones. The city was in great excitement and chaos, with lots of noise and hurried activity, lights lit in every house, and people running everywhere. However, the crowd didn't come together yet; instead, they were amazed by the situation and, not fully understanding what was happening, waited for daybreak. Therefore, the Spartan officers were criticized for not attacking right away, as their garrison had about fifteen hundred men and many citizens were rushing to them. But, startled by the noise, the fires, and the frantic movement of the people, they stayed inside the Cadmea. As soon as dawn broke, the exiles from Attica entered armed, and a general assembly of the people was called. Epaminondas and Gorgidas brought forward Pelopidas and his group, surrounded by priests who held out garlands and urged the people to fight for their country and their gods. When they appeared, the assembly stood up together, shouting and cheering as they welcomed these men as their saviors and benefactors.
Then Pelopidas, being chosen chief captain of Boeotia, together with Melon and Charon, proceeded at once to blockade the citadel, and stormed it on all sides, being extremely desirous to expel the Lacedaemonians, and free the Cadmea, before an army could come from Sparta to their relief. And he just so narrowly succeeded, that they, having surrendered on terms and departed, on their way home met Cleombrotus at Megara marching towards Thebes with a considerable force. The Spartans condemned and executed Herippidas and Arcissus, two of their governors at Thebes, and Lysanoridas the third being severely fined, fled Peloponnesus. This action so closely resembling that of Thrasybulus, in the courage of the actors, the danger, the encounters, and equally crowned with success, was called the sister of it by the Greeks. For we can scarcely find any other examples where so small and weak a party of men by bold courage overcame such numerous and powerful enemies, or brought greater blessings to their country by so doing. But the subsequent change of affairs made this action the more famous; for the war which forever ruined the pretensions of Sparta to command, and put an end to the supremacy she then exercised alike by sea and by land, proceeded from that night, in which Pelopidas not surprising any fort, or castle, or citadel, but coming, the twelfth man, to a private house, loosed and broke, if we may speak truth in metaphor, the chains of the Spartan sway, which before seemed of adamant and indissoluble.
Then Pelopidas was elected chief captain of Boeotia, and along with Melon and Charon, immediately set out to blockade the citadel and attack it from all sides. They were eager to drive out the Lacedaemonians and liberate the Cadmea before an army could come from Sparta to help. They barely succeeded; after surrendering on terms, the Lacedaemonians encountered Cleombrotus at Megara as he was marching towards Thebes with a significant force. The Spartans condemned and executed Herippidas and Arcissus, two of their governors in Thebes, while the third, Lysanoridas, was heavily fined and fled to Peloponnesus. This action, similar to that of Thrasybulus in terms of the courage displayed, the danger faced, the battles fought, and the successful outcome, was referred to as its sister by the Greeks. It’s rare to find examples where such a small and weak group, through sheer bravery, defeated numerous and powerful enemies or brought such great benefits to their country. The subsequent changes in circumstances made this action even more renowned, as the war that ultimately destroyed Sparta's claim to dominance and ended its supremacy on both land and sea stemmed from that night. Pelopidas, rather than surprising a stronghold or fortress, merely entered a private house as the twelfth man and metaphorically broke the seemingly indestructible chains of Spartan control.
But now the Lacedaemonians invading Boeotia with a great army, the Athenians, affrighted at the danger, declared themselves no allies to Thebes, and prosecuting those that stood for the Boeotian interest, executed some, and banished and fined others: and the cause of Thebes, destitute of allies, seemed in a desperate condition. But Pelopidas and Gorgidas, holding the office of captains of Boeotia, designing to breed a quarrel between the Lacedaemonians and Athenians, made this contrivance. One Sphodrias, a Spartan, a man famous indeed for courage in battle, but of no sound judgment, full of ungrounded hopes and foolish ambition, was left with an army at Thespiae, to receive and succor the Theban renegades. To him Pelopidas and his colleagues privately sent a merchant, one of their friends, with money, and, what proved more efficient, advice, — that it more became a man of his worth to set upon some great enterprise, and that he should, making a sudden incursion on the unprotected Athenians, surprise the Piraeus; since nothing could be so grateful to Sparta, as to take Athens; and the Thebans, of course, would not stir to the assistance of men whom they now hated and looked upon as traitors. Sphodrias, being at last wrought upon, marched into Attica by night with his army, and advanced as far as Eleusis; but there his soldiers’ hearts failing, after exposing his project and involving the Spartans in a dangerous war, he retreated to Thespiae. After this, the Athenians zealously sent supplies to Thebes, and putting to sea, sailed to many places, and offered support and protection to all those of the Greeks who were willing to revolt.
But now the Spartans were invading Boeotia with a large army, and the Athenians, frightened by the danger, declared that they wouldn’t support Thebes. They pursued those who backed the Boeotian side, executing some and banishing or fining others. The situation for Thebes, lacking allies, seemed hopeless. However, Pelopidas and Gorgidas, the captains of Boeotia, aimed to create conflict between the Spartans and Athenians with a clever plan. They sent a merchant, a friend, with money and, more importantly, advice to a Spartan named Sphodrias. He was known for his bravery in battle but lacked good judgment and was overly ambitious. They suggested that he should undertake a significant mission and make a surprise attack on the unguarded Athenians, targeting the Piraeus. They argued that taking Athens would be a huge favor to Sparta, and the Thebans would not come to the aid of those they considered traitors. Eventually, Sphodrias was convinced and marched his army into Attica at night, advancing as far as Eleusis. But when his soldiers lost their nerve after hearing his plan and realizing the risk of dragging the Spartans into a dangerous war, he retreated back to Thespiae. After this, the Athenians quickly sent reinforcements to Thebes, and set sail to various locations to support and protect any Greeks willing to revolt.
The Thebans, meantime, singly, having many skirmishes with the Spartans in Boeotia, and fighting some battles, not great indeed, but important as training and instructing them, thus had their minds raised, and their bodies inured to labor, and gained both experience and courage by these frequent encounters; insomuch that we have it related that Antalcidas, the Spartan, said to Agesilaus, returning wounded from Boeotia, “Indeed, the Thebans have paid you handsomely for instructing them in the art of war, against their wills.” In real truth, however, Agesilaus was not their master in this, but those that prudently and opportunely, as men do young dogs, set them on their enemies, and brought them safely off after they had tasted the sweets of victory and resolution. Of all those leaders, Pelopidas deserves the most honor: as after they had once chosen him general, he was every year in command as long as he lived; either captain of the sacred band, or, what was most frequent, chief captain of Boeotia. About Plataea and Thespiae the Spartans were routed and put to flight, and Phoebidas, that surprised the Cadmea, slain; and at Tanagra a considerable force was worsted, and the leader Panthoides killed. But these encounters, though they raised the victor’s spirits, did not thoroughly dishearten the unsuccessful; for there was no set battle, or regular fighting, but mere incursions on advantage, in which, according to occasion, they charged, retired again, or pursued. But the battle at Tegyrae, which seemed a prelude to Leuctra, won Pelopidas a great reputation; for none of the other commanders could claim any hand in the design, nor the enemies any show of victory. The city of the Orchomenians siding with the Spartans, and having received two companies for its guard, he kept a constant eye upon it, and watched his opportunity. Hearing that the garrison had moved into Locris, and hoping to find Orchomenus defenseless, he marched with his sacred band, and some few horsemen. But when he approached the city, and found that a reinforcement of the garrison was on its march from Sparta, he made a circuit round the foot of the mountains, and retreated with his little army through Tegyrae, that being the only way he could pass. For the river Melas, almost as soon as it rises, spreads itself into marshes and navigable pools, and makes all the plain between impassable. A little below the marshes stands the temple and oracle of Apollo Tegyraeus, forsaken not long before that time, having flourished till the Median wars, Echecrates then being priest. Here they profess that the god was born; the neighboring mountain is called Delos, and there the river Melas comes again into a channel; behind the temple rise two springs, admirable for the sweetness, abundance, and coolness of the streams; one they call Phoenix, the other Elaea, even to the present time, as if Lucina had not been delivered between two trees, but fountains. A place hard by, called Ptoum, is shown, where they say she was affrighted by the appearance of a boar; and the stories of the Python and Tityus are in like manner appropriated by these localities. I omit many of the points that are used as arguments. For our tradition does not rank this god amongst those that were born, and then made immortal, as Hercules and Bacchus, whom their virtue raised above a mortal and passable condition; but Apollo is one of the eternal unbegotten deities, if we may collect any certainty concerning these things, from the statements of the oldest and wisest in such subjects.
The Thebans, in the meantime, engaged in various skirmishes with the Spartans in Boeotia, and fought some battles, which, while not large, were significant for their training and education. These experiences boosted their morale, toughened their bodies for hard work, and gave them both experience and courage through these frequent encounters. It’s said that Antalcidas, the Spartan, remarked to Agesilaus, who was returning wounded from Boeotia, “The Thebans have certainly repaid you well for teaching them the art of war, whether they wanted to learn or not.” However, Agesilaus was not really their teacher; rather, it was those who wisely and timely, like trainers with young dogs, provoked them against their enemies and brought them back safely after they had enjoyed the taste of victory and determination. Among all those leaders, Pelopidas deserves the most credit: once chosen as their general, he remained in command every year for the rest of his life, either as captain of the sacred band or, more often, as the chief captain of Boeotia. The Spartans were defeated and drove away near Plataea and Thespiae, and Phoebidas, who had surprised the Cadmea, was killed; at Tanagra, a significant force was beaten, and their leader Panthoides was also slain. Although these battles boosted the victors' spirits, they didn’t completely demoralize the defeated since there were no formal battles or organized fighting, just opportunistic raids where, as circumstances changed, they attacked, retreated, or chased after each other. But the battle at Tegyrae, which seemed a precursor to Leuctra, earned Pelopidas great fame; none of the other commanders could claim credit for the strategy, nor could the enemies boast of any victory. The city of the Orchomenians aligned with the Spartans and had received two companies for protection, so he kept a close watch on it, waiting for the right moment. After hearing that the garrison had moved to Locris and hoping to find Orchomenus undefended, he marched with his sacred band and a few horsemen. However, when he neared the city and learned that reinforcements were coming from Sparta, he circled around the base of the mountains and retreated with his small army through Tegyrae, the only route he could manage. The Melas river quickly spreads into marshes and navigable pools, making the entire plain nearly impossible to cross. Just below the marshes stands the abandoned temple and oracle of Apollo Tegyraeus, which had thrived until the Median wars, with Echecrates as its priest at that time. Here, they claim the god was born; the nearby mountain is called Delos, where the river Melas resumes its channel. Behind the temple, two springs rise, known for the sweet, plentiful, and cool waters; one is called Phoenix, and the other Elaea, even to this day, as if Lucina was not delivered between two trees, but rather by fountains. A nearby place, known as Ptoum, is said to be where she was frightened by the sight of a boar, and local legends about the Python and Tityus are similarly tied to these locations. I skip many other arguments made on this topic. For our tradition doesn’t classify this god among those who were born and then granted immortality like Hercules and Bacchus, who were raised above the mortal condition through their virtue; rather, Apollo is considered one of the eternal, unbegotten deities, if we can derive any certainty about these matters from the accounts of the oldest and wisest in such topics.
As Thebans were retreating from Orchomenus towards Tegyrae, the Spartans, at the same time marching from Locris, met them. As soon as they came in view, advancing through the straits, one told Pelopidas, “We are fallen into our enemy’s hands;” he replied, “And why not they into ours?” and immediately commanded his horse to come up from the rear and charge, while he himself drew his infantry, being three hundred in number, into a close body, hoping by that means, at whatsoever point he made the attack, to break his way through his more numerous enemies. The Spartans had two companies, (the company consisting, as Ephorus states, of five hundred; Callisthenes says seven hundred; others, as Polybius, nine hundred) and their leaders, Gorgoleon and Theopompus, confident of success, advanced upon the Thebans. The charge being made with much fury, chiefly where the commanders were posted, the Spartan captains that engaged Pelopidas were first killed; and those immediately around them suffering severely, the whole army was thus disheartened, and opened a lane for the Thebans, as if they desired to pass through and escape. But when Pelopidas entered, and turning against those that stood their ground, still went on with a bloody slaughter, an open fight ensued amongst the Spartans. The pursuit was carried but a little way, because they feared the neighboring Orchomenians, and the reinforcement from Lacedaemon; they had succeeded, however, in fighting a way through their enemies, and overpowering their whole force; and, therefore, erecting a trophy, and spoiling the slain, they returned home extremely encouraged with their achievements. For in all the great wars there had ever been against Greeks or barbarians, the Spartans were never before beaten by a smaller company than their own; nor, indeed, in a set battle, when their number was equal. Hence their courage was thought irresistible, and their high repute before the battle made a conquest already of enemies, who thought themselves no match for the men of Sparta even on equal terms. But this battle first taught the other Greeks, that not only Eurotas, or the country between Babyce and Cnacion, breeds men of courage and resolution; but that where the youth are ashamed of baseness, and ready to venture in a good cause, where they fly disgrace more than danger, there, wherever it be, are found the bravest and most formidable opponents.
As the Thebans were retreating from Orchomenus towards Tegyrae, the Spartans were marching from Locris and encountered them. When they came into view while advancing through the straits, one soldier said to Pelopidas, “We’ve fallen into our enemy’s hands.” He replied, “And why shouldn’t they fall into ours?” He immediately ordered his horse to move up from the back and charge, while he organized his infantry, numbering three hundred, into a tight formation, hoping to break through the larger enemy forces regardless of where he attacked. The Spartans had two companies, (with each company consisting, according to Ephorus, of five hundred; Callisthenes says seven hundred; others, like Polybius, say nine hundred) and their leaders, Gorgoleon and Theopompus, confident of victory, advanced on the Thebans. The charge was made with great intensity, particularly where the commanders were positioned, and the Spartan captains facing Pelopidas were the first to be killed. Those around them suffered greatly, which discouraged the entire army and created an opening for the Thebans, as if they wanted to pass through and escape. However, when Pelopidas entered and turned against those who stood their ground, he continued the bloody assault, leading to a full-fledged fight among the Spartans. The pursuit was cut short, as they feared the nearby Orchomenians and reinforcements from Lacedaemon; nevertheless, they had managed to fight through their enemies and overpower the whole force. They then set up a trophy and took spoils from the dead before returning home incredibly encouraged by their achievements. In all the major wars fought against Greeks or barbarians, the Spartans had never before been defeated by a smaller group; nor, indeed, in a formal battle when their numbers were equal. Therefore, their courage was seen as unstoppable, and their prestigious reputation before the battle had already demoralized enemies who believed they couldn’t compete with the Spartans even on equal footing. This battle was the first to show the other Greeks that courage and resolve could be found not only in Eurotas or the land between Babyce and Cnacion, but wherever young people are ashamed of cowardice and willing to fight for a good cause, valuing honor over danger; there, no matter the place, the bravest and most formidable opponents can be found.
Gorgidas, according to some, first formed the Sacred Band of three hundred chosen men, to whom, as being a guard for the citadel, the State allowed provision, and all things necessary for exercise: and hence they were called the city band, as citadels of old were usually called cities. Others say that it was composed of young men attached to each other by personal affection, and a pleasant saying of Pammenes is current, that Homer’s Nestor was not well skilled in ordering an army, when he advised the Greeks to rank tribe and tribe, and family and family together, that
Gorgidas, according to some, was the first to create the Sacred Band of three hundred selected men. The State provided them with supplies and everything they needed for training because they served as a guard for the citadel. That's why they were called the city band, as ancient citadels were often referred to as cities. Others claim that it was made up of young men who were close to each other through personal bonds. A popular saying from Pammenes suggests that Homer’s Nestor wasn’t very skilled at organizing an army when he advised the Greeks to arrange their troops by tribe and family.
So tribe might tribe, and kinsmen kinsmen aid,
So friends support friends, and family helps family,
but that he should have joined lovers and their beloved. For men of the same tribe or family little value one another when dangers press; but a band cemented by friendship grounded upon love, is never to be broken, and invincible; since the lovers, ashamed to be base in sight of their beloved, and the beloved before their lovers, willingly rush into danger for the relief of one another. Nor can that be wondered at; since they have more regard for their absent lovers than for others present; as in the instance of the man, who, when his enemy was going to kill him, earnestly requested him to run him through the breast, that his lover might not blush to see him wounded in the back. It is a tradition likewise, that Iolaus, who assisted Hercules in his labors and fought at his side, was beloved of him; and Aristotle observes, that even in his time, lovers plighted their faith at Iolaus’s tomb. It is likely, therefore, that this band was called sacred on this account; as Plato calls a lover a divine friend. It is stated that it was never beaten till the battle at Chaeronea: and when Philip, after the fight, took a view of the slain, and came to the place where the three hundred that fought his phalanx lay dead together, he wondered, and understanding that it was the band of lovers, he shed tears and said, “Perish any man who suspects that these men either did or suffered anything that was base.”
but that he should have joined lovers and their beloved. Men from the same tribe or family don’t value each other much when faced with danger; however, a group bonded by friendship based on love is unbreakable and invincible. The lovers, ashamed to behave dishonorably in front of their beloved, and the beloved in front of their lovers, willingly face danger to support one another. This isn't surprising; they care more about their absent lovers than about those present, just like the man who, when his enemy was about to kill him, desperately asked to be stabbed in the chest so his lover wouldn’t have to see him wounded in the back. There’s also a story that Iolaus, who helped Hercules with his tasks and fought beside him, was his beloved; Aristotle noted that even in his time, lovers pledged their loyalty at Iolaus’s tomb. It’s likely this group was called sacred for that reason; Plato refers to a lover as a divine friend. It is said they were never defeated until the battle at Chaeronea. When Philip surveyed the dead after the battle and came to where the three hundred who fought in his phalanx lay dead together, he was astonished, and realizing it was the band of lovers, he shed tears and said, “Cursed be anyone who thinks these men did anything dishonorable or suffered anything shameful.”
It was not the disaster of Laius, as the poets imagine, that first gave rise to this form of attachment amongst the Thebans, but their law-givers, designing to soften, whilst they were young, their natural fierceness, brought, for example, the pipe into great esteem, both in serious and sportive occasions, and gave great encouragement to these friendships in the Palaestra, to temper the manners and characters of the youth. With a view to this they did well, again, to make Harmony, the daughter of Mars and Venus, their tutelar deity; since, where force and courage is joined with gracefulness and winning behavior a harmony ensues that combines all the elements of society in perfect consonance and order. — Gorgidas distributed this Sacred Band all through the front ranks of the infantry and thus made their gallantry less conspicuous; not being united in one body, but mingled with so many others of inferior resolution, they had no fair opportunity of showing what they could do. But Pelopidas, having sufficiently tried their bravery at Tegyrae, where they had fought alone, and around his own person, never afterward divided them, but keeping them entire, and as one man, gave them the first duty in the greatest battles. For as horses run brisker in a chariot than singly, not that their joint force divides the air with greater ease, but because being matched one against the other, emulation kindles and inflames their courage; thus he thought, brave men, provoking one another to noble actions, would prove most serviceable and most resolute, where all were united together.
It wasn’t the tragedy of Laius, as the poets suggest, that first sparked this kind of bond among the Thebans, but rather their lawmakers, who sought to soften their natural fierceness while they were still young. They elevated the status of the pipe, both in serious and playful settings, and strongly encouraged friendships in the Palaestra to refine the manners and characters of the youth. To support this, they wisely made Harmony, the daughter of Mars and Venus, their guardian deity; because when strength and courage are combined with grace and charm, a harmony emerges that brings all parts of society together in perfect unity and order. Gorgidas spread this Sacred Band throughout the front ranks of the infantry, making their bravery less noticeable; they weren’t gathered in one group but mixed in with many others of lesser resolve, which prevented them from properly showcasing their capabilities. However, Pelopidas, after testing their bravery at Tegyrae, where they had fought individually around him, never divided them again. Keeping them whole and as one unit, he assigned them the first duty in the biggest battles. Just like horses run faster in a chariot than alone, not because their combined strength navigates the air more easily, but because competing against each other ignites their courage; he believed that brave men, motivating one another to act nobly, would be most effective and resolute when united together.
Now when the Lacedaemonians had made peace with the other Greeks, and united all their strength against the Thebans only, and their king, Cleombrotus, had passed the frontier with ten thousand foot and one thousand horse, and not only subjection, as heretofore, but total dispersion and annihilation threatened, and Boeotia was in a greater fear than ever, — Pelopidas, leaving his house, when his wife followed him on his way, and with tears begged him to be careful of his life, made answer, “Private men, my wife, should be advised to look to themselves, generals to save others.” And when he came to the camp, and found the chief captains disagreeing, he, first, joined the side of Epaminondas, who advised to fight the enemy; though Pelopidas himself was not then in office as chief captain of Boeotia, but in command of the Sacred Band, and trusted as it was fit a man should be, who had given his country such proofs of his zeal for its freedom. And so, when a battle was agreed on, and they encamped in front of the Spartans at Leuctra, Pelopidas saw a vision, which much discomposed him. In that plain lie the bodies of the daughters of one Scedasus, called from the place Leuctridae, having been buried there, after having been ravished by some Spartan strangers. When this base and lawless deed was done, and their father could get no satisfaction at Lacedaemon, with bitter imprecations on the Spartans, he killed himself at his daughters’ tombs: and, from that time, the prophecies and oracles still warned them to have a great care of the divine vengeance at Leuctra. Many, however, did not understand the meaning, being uncertain about the place, because there was a little maritime town of Laconia called Leuctron, and near Megalopolis in Arcadia a place of the same name; and the villainy was committed long before this battle.
Now, after the Lacedaemonians had made peace with the other Greeks and focused all their strength against the Thebans, their king, Cleombrotus, crossed the border with ten thousand infantry and one thousand cavalry. They faced not just subjugation like before, but total destruction. Boeotia was more terrified than ever. Pelopidas, leaving his house, was followed by his wife, who tearfully begged him to take care of himself. He replied, “Regular people, my wife, should worry about their own safety; generals need to protect others.” When he arrived at the camp and found the main leaders in disagreement, he sided with Epaminondas, who suggested they fight the enemy. Even though Pelopidas wasn’t the chief commander of Boeotia at that time, he led the Sacred Band and was trusted as someone should be who had shown such dedication to his country’s freedom. So, after they agreed to battle and set up camp in front of the Spartans at Leuctra, Pelopidas had a troubling vision. The plain held the bodies of the daughters of Scedasus, known as Leuctridae, who were buried there after being violated by some Spartan strangers. When this terrible act occurred, and their father couldn't find any justice in Lacedaemon, he cursed the Spartans in his bitterness and took his own life at his daughters’ graves. From then on, prophecies and oracles repeatedly warned them to be wary of divine retribution at Leuctra. Many, however, didn’t grasp the significance, confused about the location, since there was also a small coastal town in Laconia called Leuctron and a place of the same name near Megalopolis in Arcadia; plus, the crime had been committed long before this battle.
Now Pelopidas, being asleep in the camp, thought he saw the maidens weeping about their tombs, and cursing the Spartans, and Scedasus commanding, if they desired the victory, to sacrifice a virgin with chestnut hair to his daughters. Pelopidas looked on this as an harsh and impious injunction, but rose and told it to the prophets and commanders of the army, some of whom contended, that it was fit to obey, and adduced as examples from the ancients, Menoeceus, son of Creon; Macaria, daughter of Hercules; and from later times, Pherecydes the philosopher, slain by the Lacedaemonians, and his skin, as the oracles advised, still kept by their kings. Leonidas, again, warned by the oracle, did as it were sacrifice himself for the good of Greece; Themistocles offered human victims to Bacchus Omestes, before the engagement at Salamis; and success showed their actions to be good. On the contrary, Agesilaus going from the same place, and against the same enemies that Agamemnon did, and, being commanded in a dream at Aulis to sacrifice his daughter, was so weak as to disobey; the consequence of which was, that his expedition was unsuccessful and inglorious. But some on the other side urged, that such a barbarous and impious oblation could not be pleasing to any Superior Beings: that typhons and giants did not preside over the world, but the general father of gods and men; that it was absurd to imagine any divinities or powers delighted in slaughter and sacrifices of men; or, if there were an, such, they were to be neglected, as weak and unable to assist; such unreasonable and cruel desires could only proceed from, and live in weak and depraved minds.
Now Pelopidas, sleeping in the camp, thought he saw the maidens crying around their graves, cursing the Spartans and Scedasus commanding that, if they wanted victory, they should sacrifice a virgin with chestnut hair to honor his daughters. Pelopidas saw this as a harsh and immoral command, but he got up and shared it with the prophets and commanders of the army. Some of them argued that it was right to comply, citing examples from history like Menoeceus, the son of Creon; Macaria, the daughter of Hercules; and more recently, Pherecydes the philosopher, who was killed by the Lacedaemonians, with his skin, as the oracles advised, still kept by their kings. Again, Leonidas, guided by the oracle, seemingly sacrificed himself for the good of Greece; Themistocles offered human sacrifices to Bacchus Omestes before the battle of Salamis, and their successes showed their actions were justified. In contrast, Agesilaus, going from the same place and facing the same enemies that Agamemnon did, was commanded in a dream at Aulis to sacrifice his daughter but weakly chose to disobey. The outcome was an unsuccessful and shameful campaign. However, others argued that such a barbaric and immoral offering could not be pleasing to any higher powers: that typhons and giants didn't rule the world, but rather the universal father of gods and men; that it was absurd to think that any deities or powers delighted in bloodshed and human sacrifices; or, if there were any that did, they should be ignored as they were weak and unable to provide help; such unreasonable and cruel desires could only come from, and exist in, weak and corrupt minds.
The commanders thus disputing, and Pelopidas being in a great perplexity, a mare colt, breaking from the herd, ran through the camp, and when she came to the place where they were, stood still; and whilst some admired her bright chestnut color, others her mettle, or the strength and fury of her neighing, Theocritus, the augur, took thought, and cried out to Pelopidas, “O good friend! look, the sacrifice is come; expect no other virgin, but use that which the gods have sent thee.” With that they took the colt, and, leading her to the maidens’ sepulchres, with the usual solemnity and prayers, offered her with joy, and spread through the whole army the account of Pelopidas’s dream, and how they had given the required sacrifice.
The commanders were arguing, and Pelopidas was very confused. Suddenly, a young mare broke away from the herd and ran through the camp. When she reached them, she stopped. While some admired her shiny chestnut coat and others noticed her spirit and the strength of her neighing, Theocritus, the augur, thought for a moment and shouted to Pelopidas, “Hey, my friend! Look, the sacrifice has arrived; don’t wait for another virgin; use the one the gods have sent you.” With that, they took the colt and, leading her to the maidens’ graves, offered her up with the usual ceremonies and prayers, joyfully spreading the news throughout the entire army about Pelopidas’s dream and how they had made the necessary sacrifice.
In the battle, Epaminondas, bending his phalanx to the left, that, as much as possible, he might divide the right wing, composed of Spartans, from the other Greeks, and distress Cleombrotus, by a fierce charge in column on that wing, the enemies perceived the design, and began to change their order, to open and extend their right wing, and, as they far exceeded him in number, to encompass Epaminondas. But Pelopidas with the three hundred came rapidly up, before Cleombrotus could extend his line, and close up his divisions, and so fell upon the Spartans while in disorder; though the Lacedaemonians, the expertest and most practiced soldiers of all mankind, used to train and accustom themselves to nothing so much as to keep themselves from confusion upon any change of position, and to follow any leader, or right hand man, and form in order, and fight on what part soever dangers press. In this battle, however, Epaminondas with his phalanx, neglecting the other Greeks, and charging them alone, and Pelopidas coming up with such incredible speed and fury, so broke their courage, and baffled their art, that there began such a flight and slaughter amongst the Spartans, as was never before known. And so Pelopidas, though in no high office, but only captain of a small band, got as much reputation by the victory, as Epaminondas, who was general and chief captain of Boeotia.
In the battle, Epaminondas shifted his phalanx to the left to try to separate the right wing, made up of Spartans, from the other Greeks, and pressured Cleombrotus with a fierce charge on that wing. The enemies caught on to his plan and started to change their formation, spreading out their right wing, and since they outnumbered him significantly, they aimed to surround Epaminondas. But Pelopidas and the three hundred rushed in quickly before Cleombrotus could extend his line or regroup his forces, attacking the Spartans while they were disorganized. Although the Lacedaemonians, the most skilled soldiers in the world, trained to avoid confusion during any change in position, follow any leader, and fight effectively wherever danger arose, in this battle, Epaminondas focused solely on them. With Pelopidas arriving with incredible speed and intensity, they broke the Spartans' morale and disrupted their strategy, leading to an unprecedented rout and slaughter among the Spartans. Thus, Pelopidas, despite holding no high rank but merely being captain of a small group, gained as much recognition from the victory as Epaminondas, who was the general and chief commander of Boeotia.
Into Peloponnesus, however, they both advanced together as colleagues in supreme command, and gained the greater part of the nations there from the Spartan confederacy; Elis, Argo, all Arcadia, and much of Laconia itself. It was the dead of winter, and but few of the last days of the month remained, and, in the beginning of the next, new officers were to succeed, and whoever failed to deliver up his charge, forfeited his head. Therefore, the other chief captains fearing the law, and to avoid the sharpness of the winter, advised a retreat. But Pelopidas joined with Epaminondas, and, encouraging his countrymen, led them against Sparta, and, passing the Eurotas, took many of the towns, and wasted the country as far as the sea. This army consisted of seventy thousand Greeks, of which number the Thebans could not make the twelfth part; but the reputation of the men made all their allies contented to follow them as leaders, though no articles to that effect had been made. For, indeed, it seems the first and paramount law, that he that wants a defender, is naturally a subject to him that is able to defend: as mariners, though in a calm or in the port they grow insolent, and brave the pilot, yet when a storm comes, and danger is at hand, they all attend, and put their hopes in him. So the Argives, Eleans, and Arcadians, in their congresses, would contend with the Thebans for superiority in command, yet in a battle, or any hazardous undertaking, of their own will followed their Theban captains. In this expedition, they united all Arcadia into one body, and, expelling the Spartans that inhabited Messenia, they called back the old Messenians, and established them in Ithome in one body; — and, returning through Cenchreae, they dispersed the Athenians, who designed to set upon them in the straits, and hinder their march.
Into the Peloponnesus, however, they both moved forward together as co-commanders and gained control over most of the nations there from the Spartan alliance: Elis, Argos, all of Arcadia, and much of Laconia itself. It was the middle of winter, with only a few days left in the month, and new officers were set to take over at the beginning of the next month. Anyone who failed to hand over their command risked losing their life. Fearing the law and wanting to escape the harshness of winter, the other chief captains suggested a retreat. But Pelopidas joined with Epaminondas and, encouraging his fellow countrymen, led them against Sparta. Crossing the Eurotas, they captured many towns and ravaged the land all the way to the sea. This army was made up of seventy thousand Greeks, though the Thebans couldn’t even make up a twelfth of that number; however, the reputation of their men led all their allies to willingly follow them as leaders, even without official agreements. Indeed, it seems the fundamental truth is that those who need protection naturally turn to those who can provide it: just as sailors, though they may show arrogance when the sea is calm or when they’re in port, come to rely on their pilot when a storm hits and danger looms. Similarly, though the Argives, Eleans, and Arcadians would argue for superiority over the Thebans during meetings, in battle or any risky situation, they willingly followed their Theban leaders. During this campaign, they united all of Arcadia into one force, and by driving out the Spartans from Messenia, they brought back the original Messenians and settled them in Ithome as a single group; then, on their way back through Cenchreae, they scattered the Athenians who planned to attack them in the narrow passage and disrupt their march.
For these exploits, all the other Greeks loved their courage, and admired their success; but among their own citizens, envy, still increasing with their glory, prepared them no pleasing nor agreeable reception. Both were tried for their lives, because they did not deliver up their command in the first month, Bucatius, as the law required, but kept it four months longer, in which time they did these memorable actions in Messenia, Arcadia, and Laconia. Pelopidas was first tried, and therefore in greatest danger, but both were acquitted. Epaminondas bore the accusation and trial very patiently, esteeming it a great and essential part of courage and generosity, not to resent injuries in political life. But Pelopidas, being a man of a fiercer temper, and stirred on by his friends to revenge the affront, took the following occasion. Meneclidas, the orator, was one of those that had met with Melon and Pelopidas at Charon’s house; but not receiving equal honor, and being powerful in his speech, but loose in his manners, and ill-natured, he abused his natural endowments, even after this trial, to accuse and calumniate his betters. He excluded Epaminondas from the chief captaincy, and for a long time kept the upper hand of him; but he was not powerful enough to bring Pelopidas out of the people’s favor, and therefore endeavored to raise a quarrel between him and Charon. And since it is some comfort to the envious, to make those men, whom themselves cannot excel, appear worse than others, he studiously enlarged upon Charon’s actions in his speeches to the people, and made panegyrics on his expeditions and victories; and, of the victory which the horsemen won at Plataea, before the battle at Leuctra, under Charon’s command, he endeavored to make the following sacred memorial. Androcydes, the Cyzicenian, had undertaken to paint a previous battle for the city, and was at work in Thebes; and when the revolt began, and the war came on, the Thebans kept the picture that was then almost finished. This picture Meneclidas persuaded them to dedicate, inscribed with Charon’s name, designing by that means to obscure the glory of Epaminondas and Pelopidas. This was a ludicrous piece of pretension; to set a single victory, where only one Gerandas, an obscure Spartan, and forty more were slain, above such numerous and important battles. This motion Pelopidas opposed, as contrary to law, alleging that it was not the custom of the Thebans to honor any single man, but to attribute the victory to their country; yet in all the contest, he extremely commended Charon, and confined himself to showing Meneclidas to be a troublesome and envious fellow, asking the Thebans, if they had done nothing that was excellent, .... insomuch that Meneclidas was severely fined; and he, being unable to pay, endeavored afterwards to disturb the government. These things give us some light into Pelopidas’s life.
For these actions, all the other Greeks admired their bravery and celebrated their success; however, among their own people, envy, which only grew with their fame, ensured they received no warm or friendly welcome. Both were put on trial for their lives because they didn’t hand over their command in the first month, as the law required, but held it for an additional four months, during which time they accomplished memorable feats in Messenia, Arcadia, and Laconia. Pelopidas was tried first and was therefore in the most danger, but both were acquitted. Epaminondas endured the accusations and trial calmly, considering it a significant part of courage and generosity not to hold grudges in political matters. On the other hand, Pelopidas had a more fiery temperament, and urged by his friends to seek revenge for the slight, seized the following opportunity. Meneclidas, the orator, was among those who had met Melon and Pelopidas at Charon’s house; since he did not receive equal respect, and being eloquent but morally loose and ill-natured, he abused his talents even after this trial to slander his betters. He prevented Epaminondas from becoming the chief captain and for a long time held an advantage over him; but he was not strong enough to turn the people against Pelopidas, so he tried to provoke a conflict between him and Charon. And since it brings some comfort to the envious to make those they cannot surpass look worse than others, he exaggerated Charon’s actions in his speeches to the public and praised his campaigns and victories; regarding the victory the cavalry achieved at Plataea, before the battle of Leuctra, under Charon’s command, he sought to create a memorial. Androcydes, the Cyzicenian, had taken on the task of painting a previous battle for the city and was working in Thebes; when the revolt started and the war broke out, the Thebans kept the painting that was nearly finished. Meneclidas convinced them to dedicate this painting with Charon’s name, intending to overshadow the glory of Epaminondas and Pelopidas. It was a ridiculous act of pretension to elevate a single victory, where only one obscure Spartan, Gerandas, and forty others were killed, above such significant and numerous battles. Pelopidas opposed this motion as against the law, stating that it wasn’t Theban custom to recognize any one individual, but rather to credit the victory to their country; yet throughout the debate, he highly praised Charon and focused on showing Meneclidas to be a troublesome and envious person, asking the Thebans if they had done nothing remarkable, which led to Meneclidas being heavily fined; unable to pay this, he later tried to disrupt the government. These events give us some insight into Pelopidas’s life.
Now when Alexander, the tyrant of Pherae, made open war against some of the Thessalians, and had designs against all, the cities sent an embassy to Thebes, to desire succors and a general; and Pelopidas, knowing that Epaminondas was detained by the Peloponnesian affairs, offered himself to lead the Thessalians, being unwilling to let his courage and skill lie idle, and thinking it unfit that Epaminondas should be withdrawn from his present duties. When he came into Thessaly with his army, he presently took Larissa, and endeavored to reclaim Alexander, who submitted, and bring him, from being a tyrant, to govern gently, and according to law; but finding him untractable and brutish, and hearing great complaints of his lust and cruelty, Pelopidas began to be severe, and used him roughly, insomuch that the tyrant stole away privately with his guard. But Pelopidas, leaving the Thessalians fearless of the tyrant, and friends amongst themselves, marched into Macedonia, where Ptolemy was then at war with Alexander, the king of Macedon; both parties having sent for him to hear and determine their differences, and assist the one that appeared injured. When he came, he reconciled them, called back the exiles, and, receiving for hostages Philip the king’s brother, and thirty children of the nobles, he brought them to Thebes; showing the other Greeks how wide a reputation the Thebans had gained for honesty and courage. This was that Philip who afterward endeavored to enslave the Greeks: then he was a boy, and lived with Pammenes in Thebes; and hence some conjecture, that he took Epaminondas’s actions for the rule of his own; and perhaps, indeed, he did take example from his activity and skill in war, which, however, was but a small portion of his virtues; of his temperance, justice, generosity, and mildness, in which he was truly great, Philip enjoyed no share, either by nature or imitation.
Now, when Alexander, the tyrant of Pherae, declared open war against some of the Thessalians and had intentions against all of them, the cities sent a delegation to Thebes asking for help and a general. Pelopidas, knowing that Epaminondas was busy with matters in the Peloponnesus, volunteered to lead the Thessalians, eager not to let his courage and skills go to waste and thinking it inappropriate for Epaminondas to be pulled away from his current responsibilities. Once he arrived in Thessaly with his army, he quickly took Larissa and tried to persuade Alexander to abandon his tyranny and govern more peacefully and according to the law. However, finding him stubborn and brutal, and hearing serious complaints about his lust and cruelty, Pelopidas became strict and treated him harshly, so much so that the tyrant secretly fled with his guards. Still, Pelopidas, ensuring the Thessalians were no longer afraid of the tyrant and fostering friendships among them, marched into Macedonia, where Ptolemy was then at war with Alexander, the king of Macedon. Both sides had sent for him to settle their disputes and help the one they thought was wronged. When he arrived, he reconciled them, brought back the exiles, and accepted as hostages Philip, the king’s brother, along with thirty noble children, whom he took back to Thebes, demonstrating to the other Greeks the great reputation the Thebans had for honesty and bravery. This Philip later tried to enslave the Greeks; at that time, he was just a boy living with Pammenes in Thebes. Some speculate that he modeled his actions after Epaminondas; perhaps he did take inspiration from his energy and military skill, although that was just a small part of Epaminondas's virtues. In terms of temperance, justice, generosity, and kindness—qualities in which he was truly great—Philip had no share, either by nature or through imitation.
After this, upon a second complaint of the Thessalians against Alexander of Pherae, as a disturber of the cities, Pelopidas was joined with Ismenias, in an embassy to him; but led no forces from Thebes, not expecting any war, and therefore was necessitated to make use of the Thessalians upon the emergency. At the same time, also, Macedon was in confusion again, as Ptolemy had murdered the king, and seized the government: but the king’s friends sent for Pelopidas, and he, being willing to interpose in the matter, but having no soldiers of his own, enlisted some mercenaries in the country, and with them marched against Ptolemy. When they faced one another, Ptolemy corrupted these mercenaries with a sum of money, and persuaded them to revolt to him; but yet, fearing the very name and reputation of Pelopidas, he came to him as his superior, submitted, begged his pardon, and protested that he kept the government only for the brothers of the dead king, and would prove a friend to the friends, and an enemy to the enemies of Thebes; and, to confirm this, he gave his son, Philoxenus, and fifty of his companions, for hostages. These Pelopidas sent to Thebes; but he himself, being vexed at the treachery of the mercenaries, and understanding that most of their goods, their wives and children, lay at Pharsalus, so that if he could take them, the injury would be sufficiently revenged, got together some of the Thessalians, and marched to Pharsalus. When he had just entered the city, Alexander, the tyrant, appeared before it with an army; but Pelopidas and his friends, thinking that he came to clear himself from those crimes that were laid to his charge, went to him; and though they knew very well that he was profligate and cruel, yet they imagined that the authority of Thebes, and their own dignity and reputation, would secure them from violence. But the tyrant, seeing them come unarmed and alone, seized them, and made himself master of Pharsalus. Upon this his subjects were much intimidated, thinking that after so great and so bold an iniquity, he would spare none, but behave himself toward all, and in all matters, as one despairing of his life. The Thebans, when they heard of this, were very much enraged, and dispatched an army, Epaminondas being then in disgrace, under the command of other leaders. When the tyrant brought Pelopidas to Pherae, at first he permitted those that desired it to speak with him, imagining that this disaster would break his spirit, and make him appear contemptible. But when Pelopidas advised the complaining Pheraeans to be comforted, as if the tyrant was now certain in a short time to smart for his injuries, and sent to tell him, “That it was absurd daily to torment and murder his wretched innocent subjects, and yet spare him, who, he well knew, if ever he got his liberty, would be bitterly revenged;” the tyrant, wondering at his boldness and freedom of speech, replied, “And why is Pelopidas in haste to die?” He, hearing of it, rejoined, “That you may be the sooner ruined, being then more hated by the gods than now.” From that time he forbade any to converse with him; but Thebe, the daughter of Jason and wife to Alexander, hearing from the keepers of the bravery and noble behavior of Pelopidas, had a great desire to see and speak with him. Now when she came into the prison, and, as a woman, could not at once discern his greatness in his calamity, only, judging by the meanness of his attire and general appearance, that he was used basely and not befitting a man of his reputation, she wept. Pelopidas, at first not knowing who she was, stood amazed; but when he understood, saluted her by her father’s name — Jason and he having been friends and familiars — and she saying, “I pity your wife, Sir,” he replied, “And I you, that though not in chains, can endure Alexander.” This touched the woman, who already hated Alexander for his cruelty and injustice, for his general debaucheries, and for his abuse of her youngest brother. She, therefore, often went to Pelopidas, and, speaking freely of the indignities she suffered, grew more enraged, and more exasperated against Alexander.
After this, following a second complaint from the Thessalians about Alexander of Pherae as a troublemaker for the cities, Pelopidas was sent along with Ismenias on a mission to him. However, he didn’t bring any troops from Thebes, as he wasn’t expecting a war, so he had to rely on the Thessalians in this urgent situation. Meanwhile, Macedon was in turmoil again because Ptolemy had killed the king and taken control. The king’s allies called for Pelopidas, and he, eager to get involved, enlisted some mercenaries in the area since he had no soldiers of his own, and marched against Ptolemy. When they faced off, Ptolemy bribed these mercenaries to switch sides, but fearing Pelopidas' reputation and name, he approached him as a superior, submitted, asked for forgiveness, and claimed he was governing only for the late king’s brothers, vowing to be a friend to the friends and an enemy to the enemies of Thebes. To back this up, he gave his son, Philoxenus, and fifty of his companions as hostages. Pelopidas sent these hostages to Thebes, but feeling angry about the treachery of the mercenaries and knowing that their families and belongings were mostly in Pharsalus, he gathered some Thessalians and marched there. Just as he entered the city, Alexander, the tyrant, appeared with an army. Pelopidas and his friends, thinking he had come to clear himself of the accusations against him, approached him. Despite knowing he was ruthless, they believed that the authority of Thebes and their own dignity would protect them from harm. However, the tyrant, seeing they were unarmed and alone, captured them and took control of Pharsalus. This alarmed his subjects, who feared that after such an audacious crime, he would show no mercy and act recklessly. The Thebans were furious upon hearing this and sent an army, led by other commanders since Epaminondas was disgraced at the time. When the tyrant brought Pelopidas to Pherae, he initially allowed those who wanted to speak with him, thinking that this misfortune would demoralize him and make him look weak. But when Pelopidas advised the upset Pheraeans to remain hopeful, suggesting that the tyrant would soon pay for his wrongdoings, he sent word to Ptolemy, saying, “It's absurd for you to continuously torture and kill your innocent subjects while sparing me, who you know would seek revenge if I regained my freedom.” The tyrant, taken aback by Pelopidas' boldness, responded, “Why is Pelopidas so eager to die?” Pelopidas answered, “So that you may be ruined quicker, as that would only make you more hated by the gods than you already are.” From that point on, the tyrant forbade anyone from speaking with him. However, Thebe, the daughter of Jason and wife of Alexander, hearing from the guards about Pelopidas' bravery and noble demeanor, was eager to see and talk to him. When she entered the prison and, as a woman, couldn’t immediately see his greatness despite his misfortune, only noticing his shabby clothes and poor state, she felt pity and wept. Pelopidas, initially not knowing who she was, was taken aback, but when he found out, he greeted her using her father’s name, as he had been friends with Jason. She said, “I pity your wife, Sir,” and he responded, “And I pity you for enduring Alexander even without chains.” This moved her, as she already despised Alexander for his cruelty, injustices, hedonism, and for his mistreatment of her youngest brother. She began visiting Pelopidas frequently and, speaking openly about the wrongs she faced, became increasingly angry and frustrated with Alexander.
The Theban generals that were sent into Thessaly did nothing, but, being either unskillful or unfortunate, made a dishonorable retreat, for which the city fined each of them ten thousand drachmas, and sent Epaminondas with their forces. The Thessalians, inspirited by the fame of this general, at once began to stir, and the tyrant’s affairs were at the verge of destruction; so great was the fear that possessed his captains and his friends, and so eager the desire of his subjects to revolt, in hope of his speedy punishment. But Epaminondas, more solicitous for the safety of Pelopidas than his own glory, and fearing that if things came to extremity, Alexander would grow desperate, and, like a wild beast, turn and worry him, did not prosecute the war to the utmost; but, hovering still over him with his army, he so handled the tyrant as not to leave him any confidence, and yet not to drive him to despair and fury. He was aware of his savageness, and the little value he had for right and justice, insomuch that sometimes he buried men alive, and sometimes dressed them in bear’s and boar’s skins, and then baited them with dogs, or shot at them for his divertisement. At Meliboea and Scotussa, two cities, his allies, he called all the inhabitants to an assembly, and then surrounded them and cut them to pieces with his guards. He consecrated the spear with which he killed his uncle Polyphron, and, crowning it with garlands, sacrificed to it as a god, and called it Tychon. And once seeing a tragedian act Euripides’s Troades, he left the theater; but sending for the actor, bade him not to be concerned at his departure, but act as he had been used to do, as it was not in contempt of him that he departed, but because he was ashamed that his citizens should see him, who never pitied any man that he murdered, weep at the sufferings of Hecuba and Andromache. This tyrant, however, alarmed at the very name, report, and appearance of an expedition under the conduct of Epaminondas, presently
The Theban generals sent to Thessaly accomplished nothing; either through incompetence or misfortune, they made a shameful retreat, resulting in the city fining each of them ten thousand drachmas and sending Epaminondas with their troops. The Thessalians, inspired by the reputation of this general, quickly began to take action, and the tyrant’s rule was on the brink of collapse; fear had gripped his captains and friends, and his subjects were eager to revolt, hoping for his swift punishment. However, Epaminondas, more concerned for Pelopidas’s safety than his own glory, and fearing that if the situation escalated, Alexander would become desperate and retaliate like a wild beast, did not press the war to the fullest extent. Instead, he kept his army nearby, managing the tyrant in such a way that he had no confidence while avoiding pushing him to despair and rage. He understood the tyrant’s brutality and lack of regard for right and justice, to the extent that he sometimes buried people alive and other times dressed them in bearskin or boarskin, using them as targets for dogs or archery for his amusement. In Meliboea and Scotussa, two allied cities, he summoned all the residents to a meeting, then surrounded them and slaughtered them with his guards. He consecrated the spear used to kill his uncle Polyphron, adorned it with garlands, and offered sacrifices to it as a god, calling it Tychon. Once, while watching a performance of Euripides’s Troades, he left the theater but instructed the actor not to worry about his exit, assuring him it wasn’t a slight against him but rather his shame at letting his citizens see him—who never felt compassion for those he murdered—cry over the suffering of Hecuba and Andromache. Nevertheless, this tyrant, terrified by the very name, report, and appearance of an expedition led by Epaminondas, immediately
Dropped like a craven cock his conquered wing,
Dropped like a coward, his conquered wing,
and sent an embassy to entreat and offer satisfaction. Epaminondas refused to admit such a man as an ally to the Thebans, but granted him a truce of thirty days, and, Pelopidas and Ismenias being delivered up, returned home.
and sent a delegation to plead and offer compensation. Epaminondas refused to accept such a person as an ally to the Thebans, but granted a truce of thirty days. With Pelopidas and Ismenias surrendered, he returned home.
Now the Thebans, understanding that the Spartans and Athenians had sent an embassy to the Persians for assistance, themselves, likewise, sent Pelopidas; an excellent design to increase his glory, no man having ever before passed through the dominions of the king with greater fame and reputation. For the glory that he won against the Spartans, did not creep slowly or obscurely; but, after the fame of the first battle at Leuctra was gone abroad, the report of new victories continually following, exceedingly increased, and spread his celebrity far and near. Whatever satraps or generals or commanders he met, he was the object of their wonder and discourse; “This is the man,” they said, “who hath beaten the Lacedaemonians from sea and land, and confined that Sparta within Taygetus and Eurotas, which, but a little before, under the conduct of Agesilaus, was entering upon a war with the great king about Susa and Ecbatana.” This pleased Artaxerxes, and he was the more inclined to show Pelopidas attention and honor, being desirous to seem reverenced, and attended by the greatest. But when he saw him and heard his discourse, more solid than the Athenians, and not so haughty as the Spartans, his regard was heightened, and, truly acting like a king, he openly showed the respect that he felt for him; and this the other ambassadors perceived. Of all other Greeks he had been thought to have done Antalcidas, the Spartan, the greatest honor, by sending him that garland dipped in an unguent, which he himself had worn at an entertainment. Indeed, he did not deal so delicately with Pelopidas, but, according to the custom, gave him the most splendid and considerable presents, and granted him his desires, that the Grecians should be free, Messenia inhabited, and the Thebans accounted the king’s hereditary friends. With these answers, but not accepting one of the presents, except what was a pledge of kindness and good-will, he returned. This behavior of Pelopidas ruined the other ambassadors: the Athenians condemned and executed their Timagoras, and, indeed, if they did it for receiving so many presents from the king, their sentence was just and good; as he not only took gold and silver, but a rich bed, and slaves to make it, as if the Greeks were unskillful in that art; besides eighty cows and herdsmen, professing he needed cow’s milk for some distemper; and, lastly, he was carried in a litter to the seaside, with a present of four talents for his attendants. But the Athenians, perhaps, were not so much irritated at his greediness for the presents. For Epicrates the baggage-carrier not only confessed to the people that he had received gifts from the king, but made a motion, that instead of nine archons, they should yearly choose nine poor citizens to be sent ambassadors to the king, and enriched by his presents, and the people only laughed at the joke. But they were vexed that the Thebans obtained their desires, never considering that Pelopidas’s fame was more powerful than all their rhetorical discourse, with a man who still inclined to the victorious in arms. This embassy, having obtained the restitution of Messenia, and the freedom of the other Greeks, got Pelopidas a great deal of good-will at his return.
Now the Thebans realized that the Spartans and Athenians had sent a delegation to the Persians for help, so they decided to send Pelopidas as well. It was a great move to boost his reputation, as no one had ever crossed the king's lands with such fame and recognition before. The glory he gained from defeating the Spartans didn’t just build up slowly; after the news of his victory at Leuctra spread, reports of subsequent wins followed, greatly enhancing his reputation all around. Whenever he encountered any satraps, generals, or commanders, they were in awe of him. "This is the man," they said, "who has defeated the Lacedaemonians on both land and sea and has confined Sparta to Taygetus and Eurotas, which not long ago was ready for war with the great king under Agesilaus." This impressed Artaxerxes, who was eager to show Pelopidas respect and honor, wanting to be associated with someone so revered. But when he met him and listened to his more substantial discussion compared to the Athenians and less arrogant than the Spartans, his admiration grew, and he acted like a king, openly showing the respect he felt for Pelopidas; the other ambassadors noticed this. Artaxerxes had previously been thought to have honored the Spartan Antalcidas greatly by sending him the garland he had worn at a banquet. However, he treated Pelopidas differently, as was customary, giving him lavish gifts and agreeing to his requests for the freedom of the Greeks, the repopulation of Messenia, and recognition of the Thebans as the king's hereditary friends. With these responses, but accepting only a token gift as a sign of goodwill, Pelopidas returned. His conduct made life difficult for the other ambassadors: the Athenians condemned and executed their Timagoras. If they punished him for accepting so many gifts from the king, their decision was fair since he not only took gold and silver but also a luxurious bed and slaves to attend to it, as if Greeks lacked those skills; plus eighty cows and herdsmen, claiming he needed cow’s milk for some ailment; and lastly, he was carried on a litter to the seaside with a gift of four talents for his attendants. However, the Athenians probably weren't as upset about his greed for the gifts. Epicrates the baggage-carrier not only admitted to receiving gifts from the king but also proposed that, instead of selecting nine archons, they should annually choose nine poor citizens to serve as ambassadors to the king and benefit from his presents, which made the people laugh at the suggestion. They were, however, frustrated that the Thebans got what they wanted, not realizing that Pelopidas’s fame was more influential than all their persuasive speeches with someone who was still inclined to favor victors in battle. This delegation secured the return of Messenia and the freedom of the other Greeks, which garnered Pelopidas a significant amount of goodwill upon his return.
At this time, Alexander the Pheraean falling back to his old nature, and having seized many of the Thessalian cities, and put garrisons upon the Achaeans of Phthiotis, and the Magnesians, the cities, hearing that Pelopidas was returned, sent an embassy to Thebes, requesting succors, and him for their leader. The Thebans willingly granted their desire; and now when all things were prepared, and the general beginning to march, the sun was eclipsed, and darkness spread over the city at noonday. Now when Pelopidas saw them startled at the prodigy, he did not think it fit to force on men who were afraid and out of heart, nor to hazard seven thousand of his citizens; and therefore with only three hundred horse volunteers, set forward himself to Thessaly, much against the will of the augurs and his fellow-citizens in general, who all imagined this marked portent to have reference to this great man. But he was heated against Alexander for the injuries he had received, and hoped likewise, from the discourse which formerly he had with Thebe, that his family by this time was divided and in disorder. But the glory of the expedition chiefly excited him; for he was extremely desirous at this time, when the Lacedaemonians were sending out military officers to assist Dionysius the Sicilian tyrant, and the Athenians took Alexander’s pay, and honored him with a brazen statue as a benefactor, that the Thebans should be seen, alone, of all the Greeks, undertaking the cause of those who were oppressed by tyrants, and destroying the violent and illegal forms of government in Greece.
At this time, Alexander of Pherae was returning to his old ways, having captured many of the Thessalian cities and placed garrisons in the territories of the Achaeans of Phthiotis and the Magnesians. When the cities heard that Pelopidas had returned, they sent a delegation to Thebes, asking for support and for him to lead them. The Thebans gladly agreed. Once everything was prepared and the general was about to march, there was a solar eclipse, and darkness fell over the city at noon. When Pelopidas noticed that the soldiers were shaken by this sign, he thought it wouldn’t be right to push men who were afraid and discouraged, nor would it make sense to risk seven thousand of his citizens. So, he set out for Thessaly with only three hundred volunteer cavalry, despite the protests of the augurs and most of his fellow citizens, who believed this omen signaled trouble for him. Nevertheless, he was motivated by his grudge against Alexander for the wrongs he had suffered and hoped, based on his earlier conversations in Thebes, that Alexander's family was now divided and chaotic. However, the main thing driving him was the glory of the mission; he greatly wanted, especially now when the Lacedaemonians were sending officers to aid Dionysius the Sicilian tyrant, and the Athenians were accepting pay from Alexander and honoring him with a bronze statue as a benefactor, for the Thebans to be seen as the only Greeks standing up for those oppressed by tyrants and working to dismantle the violent and unjust systems of government in Greece.
When Pelopidas was come to Pharsalus, he formed an army, and presently marched against Alexander; and Alexander understanding that Pelopidas had few Thebans with him, and that his own infantry was double the number of the Thessalians, faced him at Thetidium. Some one told Pelopidas, “The tyrant meets us with a great army;” “So much the better,” he replied, “for then we shall overcome the more.” Between the two armies lay some steep high hills about Cynoscephalae, which both parties endeavored to take by their foot. Pelopidas commanded his horse, which were good and many, to charge that of the enemies; they routed and pursued them through the plain. But Alexander, meantime, took the hills, and charging the Thessalian foot that came up later, and strove to climb the steep and craggy ascent, killed the foremost, and the others, much distressed, could do the enemies no harm. Pelopidas, observing this, sounded a retreat to his horse, and gave orders that they should charge the enemies that kept their ground; and he himself, taking his shield, quickly joined those that fought about the hills, and, advancing to the front, filled his men with such courage and alacrity, that the enemies imagined they came with other spirits and other bodies to the onset. They stood two or three charges, but finding these come on stoutly, and the horse, also, returning from the pursuit, gave ground, and retreated in order. Pelopidas now perceiving, from the rising ground, that the enemy’s army was, though not yet routed, full of disorder and confusion, stood and looked about for Alexander; and when he saw him in the right wing, encouraging and ordering his mercenaries, he could not moderate his anger, but inflamed at the sight, and blindly following his passion, regardless alike of his own life and his command, advanced far before his soldiers, crying out and challenging the tyrant who did not dare to receive him, but retreating, hid himself amongst his guard. The foremost of the mercenaries that came hand to hand were driven back by Pelopidas, and some killed; but many at a distance shot through his armor and wounded him, till the Thessalians, in anxiety for the result, ran down from the hill to his relief, but found him already slain. The horse came up, also, and routed the phalanx, and, following the pursuit a great way, filled the whole country with the slain, which were above three thousand.
When Pelopidas arrived in Pharsalus, he gathered an army and quickly marched against Alexander. Alexander, realizing that Pelopidas had only a few Thebans with him and that his own infantry outnumbered the Thessalians, positioned himself at Thetidium. Someone informed Pelopidas, “The tyrant confronts us with a large army.” Pelopidas replied, “That’s even better, as it means we’ll conquer even more.” Between the two armies were some steep hills near Cynoscephalae, which both sides tried to take. Pelopidas ordered his cavalry, which was strong and numerous, to charge the enemy's forces; they routed and pursued them across the plain. Meanwhile, Alexander seized the hills and attacked the Thessalian infantry who were arriving late and struggling to climb the steep terrain, killing many of the front ranks, while the others, in distress, were unable to harm the enemy. Observing this, Pelopidas called back his cavalry and instructed them to charge the enemies holding their position. He then grabbed his shield, quickly joined the fight around the hills, and stepped to the front, inspiring his men with such courage and determination that the enemy believed they were facing a completely different force. They held against two or three assaults, but when they saw this new offensive was fierce and the cavalry returning from their pursuit, they started to give way and retreated in an organized manner. From his elevated position, Pelopidas noticed that the enemy’s army, though not defeated yet, was in disarray and chaos. He looked around for Alexander, and when he spotted him on the right wing rallying and directing his mercenaries, he couldn’t contain his anger. Driven by his emotions and disregarding his own safety and command, he charged ahead of his troops, shouting and challenging the tyrant, who didn’t dare to engage but instead retreated and sought refuge among his guards. Pelopidas managed to push back the foremost mercenaries he faced and even killed a few, but many others shot at him from a distance, wounding him through his armor. The Thessalians, concerned for the outcome, rushed down from the hill to help him but found that he had already been killed. The cavalry also arrived and scattered the phalanx, the pursuit continuing for quite a distance, leaving the landscape littered with the dead, totaling over three thousand.
No one can wonder that the Thebans then present, should show great grief at the death of Pelopidas, calling him their father, deliverer, and instructor in all that was good and commendable. But the Thessalians and the allies out-doing in their public edicts all the just honors that could be paid to human courage, gave, in their display of feeling, yet stronger demonstrations of the kindness they had for him. It is stated, that none of the soldiers, when they heard of his death, would put off their armor, unbridle their horses, or dress their wounds, but, still hot and with their arms on, ran to the corpse, and, as if he had been yet alive and could see what they did, heaped up spoils about his body. They cut off their horses’ manes and their own hair, many kindled no fire in their tents, took no supper, and silence and sadness was spread over all the army; as if they had not gained the greatest and most glorious victory, but were overcome by the tyrant, and enslaved. As soon as it was known in the cities, the magistrates, youths, children, and priests, came out to meet the body, and brought trophies, crowns, and suits of golden armor; and, when he was to be interred, the elders of the Thessalians came and begged the Thebans, that they might give the funeral; and one of them said, “Friends, we ask a favor of you, that will prove both an honor and comfort to us in this our great misfortune. The Thessalians shall never again wait on the living Pelopidas, never give honors, of which he can be sensible, but if we may have his body, adorn his funeral, and inter him, we shall hope to show that we esteem his death a greater loss to the Thessalians than to the Thebans. You have lost only a good general, we both a general and our liberty. For how shall we dare to desire from you another captain, since we cannot restore Pelopidas?”
No one can be surprised that the Thebans present showed deep sorrow at the death of Pelopidas, calling him their father, savior, and teacher in everything good and admirable. However, the Thessalians and their allies, surpassing all public honors that could be given to human bravery, expressed even stronger feelings of affection for him. It is reported that none of the soldiers, upon hearing of his death, would take off their armor, unbridle their horses, or tend to their wounds; instead, still heated and in their gear, they rushed to the body, as if he were still alive and could see what they were doing, piling up spoils around him. They cut off their horses’ manes and their own hair, many didn’t light a fire in their tents, skipped dinner, and a sense of silence and sadness spread across the entire army; as if they hadn’t just achieved a great and glorious victory, but had been defeated by a tyrant and enslaved. As soon as news reached the cities, the officials, young people, children, and priests came out to greet the body, bringing trophies, crowns, and suits of golden armor; and when it was time for burial, the elders of the Thessalians came to request from the Thebans that they might handle the funeral arrangements. One of them said, “Friends, we ask you for a favor that will honor and comfort us in this great misfortune. The Thessalians will never again serve the living Pelopidas, nor give honors that he can appreciate, but if we may have his body, honor his funeral, and bury him, we hope to show that we regard his death as a greater loss for the Thessalians than for the Thebans. You have lost only a good general; we have lost both a general and our freedom. For how can we even consider asking you for another leader, knowing we cannot bring Pelopidas back?”
The Thebans granted their request, and there was never a more splendid funeral in the opinion of those, who do not think the glory of such solemnities consists only in gold, ivory, and purple; as Philistus did, who extravagantly celebrates the funeral of Dionysius, in which his tyranny concluded like the pompous exit of some great tragedy. Alexander the Great, at the death of Hephaestion, not only cut off the manes of his horses and his mules, but took down the battlements from the city walls, that even the towns might seem mourners, and, instead of their former beauteous appearance, look bald at his funeral. But such honors, being commanded and forced from the mourners, attended with feelings of jealousy towards those who received them, and of hatred towards those who exacted them, were no testimonies of love and respect, but of the barbaric pride, luxury, and insolence of those who lavished their wealth in these vain and undesirable displays. But that a man of common rank, dying in a strange country, neither his wife, children, nor kinsmen present, none either asking or compelling it, should be attended, buried, and crowned by so many cities that strove to exceed one another in the demonstrations of their love, seems to be the sum and completion of happy fortune. For the death of happy men is not, as Aesop observes, most grievous, but most blessed, since it secures their felicity, and puts it out of fortune’s power. And that Spartan advised well, who, embracing Diagoras, that had himself been crowned in the Olympic Games, and saw his sons and grandchildren victors, said, “Die, Diagoras, for thou canst not be a god.” And yet who would compare all the victories in the Pythian and Olympian Games put together, with one of those enterprises of Pelopidas, of which he successfully performed so many? Having spent his life in brave and glorious actions, he died at last in the chief command, for the thirteenth time, of the Boeotians, fighting bravely and in the act of slaying a tyrant, in defense of the liberty of the Thessalians.
The Thebans agreed to their request, and there was never a more impressive funeral, according to those who believe that the greatness of such events isn’t just measured by gold, ivory, and purple; like Philistus, who lavishly praises the funeral of Dionysius, where his tyranny ended like the dramatic finish of a grand tragedy. When Hephaestion died, Alexander the Great not only cut off the manes of his horses and mules but also tore down the city walls so that even the towns would appear to be in mourning, making them look bare at his funeral instead of beautiful as they once did. Yet, such honors, being demanded and forced from the mourners, accompanied by feelings of jealousy toward those who received them and hatred toward those who imposed them, were not true expressions of love and respect, but rather evidences of pride, luxury, and arrogance from those who wasted their wealth on these meaningless and unwanted displays. However, the fact that a man of ordinary status, dying in a foreign land, with neither his wife, children, nor relatives present, should be honored, buried, and crowned by so many cities competing to show their affection seems to be the ultimate symbol of good fortune. For the death of fortunate people is, as Aesop points out, not the most sorrowful but the most blessed, as it secures their happiness and puts it beyond the reach of fate. The Spartan who embraced Diagoras, who had won at the Olympic Games and saw his sons and grandchildren as victors, wisely said, “Die, Diagoras, for you cannot be a god.” And still, who would compare all the victories of the Pythian and Olympic Games combined with one of those feats of Pelopidas, of which he achieved so many successfully? Having dedicated his life to brave and glorious actions, he ultimately died in his thirteenth term as commander of the Boeotians, fighting valiantly while slaying a tyrant to defend the freedom of the Thessalians.
His death, as it brought grief, so likewise it produced advantage to the allies; for the Thebans, as soon as they heard of his fall, delayed not their revenge, but presently sent seven thousand foot and seven hundred horse, under the command of Malcitas and Diogiton. And they, finding Alexander weak and without forces, compelled him to restore the cities he had taken, to withdraw his garrisons from the Magnesians and Achaeans of Phthiotis, and swear to assist the Thebans against whatsoever enemies they should require. This contented the Thebans, but punishment overtook the tyrant for his wickedness, and the death of Pelopidas was revenged by Heaven in the following manner. Pelopidas, as I have already mentioned, had taught his wife Thebe not to fear the outward splendor and show of the tyrant’s defenses, since she was admitted within them. She, of herself, too, dreaded his inconstancy, and hated his cruelty; and, therefore, conspiring with her three brothers, Tisiphonus, Pytholaus, and Lycophron, made the following attempt upon him. All the other apartments were full of the tyrant’s night guards, but their bed-chamber was an upper room, and before the door lay a chained dog to guard it, which would fly at all but the tyrant and his wife and one servant that fed him. When Thebe, therefore, designed to kill her husband, she hid her brothers all day in a room hard by, and she, going in alone, according to her usual custom, to Alexander who was asleep already, in a little time came out again, and commanded the servant to lead away the dog, for Alexander wished to rest quietly. She covered the stairs with wool, that the young men might make no noise as they came up; and then, bringing up her brothers with their weapons, and leaving them at the chamber door, she went in, and brought away the tyrant’s sword that hung over his head and showed it them for a confirmation that he was fast asleep. The young men appearing fearful, and unwilling to do the murder, she chid them, and angrily vowed she would wake Alexander, and discover the conspiracy; and so, with a lamp in her hand, she conducted them in, they being both ashamed and afraid, and brought them to the bed; when one of them caught him by the feet, the other pulled him backward by the hair, and the third ran him through. The death was more speedy, perhaps, than was fit; but, in that he was the first tyrant that was killed by the contrivance of his wife, and as his corpse was abused, thrown out, and trodden under foot by the Pheraeans, he seems to have suffered what his villainies deserved.
His death, while it brought sadness, also benefited the allies. The Thebans, as soon as they heard about his downfall, wasted no time on revenge and quickly sent seven thousand infantry and seven hundred cavalry, led by Malcitas and Diogiton. They found Alexander weak and without forces, forcing him to return the cities he had captured, withdraw his garrisons from the Magnesians and Achaeans of Phthiotis, and swear to help the Thebans against any enemies they requested. This satisfied the Thebans, but the tyrant faced punishment for his wickedness, and the death of Pelopidas was avenged by divine justice in this way. Pelopidas, as I mentioned earlier, had taught his wife Thebe not to fear the outward splendor and show of the tyrant’s defenses, since she had access to them. She herself also feared his unpredictability and hated his cruelty; therefore, in conspiracy with her three brothers—Tisiphonus, Pytholaus, and Lycophron—she made this attempt on him. All the other rooms were full of the tyrant’s night guards, but their bedroom was an upper room, and a chained dog lay in front of the door to guard it, only responding to the tyrant, his wife, and one servant who fed it. So when Thebe planned to kill her husband, she kept her brothers hidden nearby all day. She then went in alone, as usual, to visit Alexander, who was already asleep. Shortly after, she came out and instructed the servant to take the dog away, saying that Alexander wanted to rest quietly. She covered the stairs with wool so her brothers would make no noise as they came up. Then, bringing her brothers with their weapons and leaving them at the door, she went in, took the tyrant’s sword that hung over his head, and showed it to them as proof that he was sound asleep. The young men appeared fearful and hesitant to commit the murder, so she scolded them and angrily declared she would wake Alexander and expose the plot. With a lamp in her hand, she led them in, both ashamed and scared, and brought them to the bed; one of them grabbed his feet, another pulled his hair back, and the third stabbed him. The death was possibly quicker than necessary, but since he was the first tyrant killed by the design of his wife, and as his body was disrespected, thrown out, and trampled by the Pheraeans, he seemed to have suffered what his crimes deserved.
MARCELLUS
They say that Marcus Claudius, who was five times consul of the Romans, was the son of Marcus; and that he was the first of his family called Marcellus; that is, martial, as Posidonius affirms. He was, indeed, by long experience skillful in the art of war, of a strong body, valiant of hand, and by natural inclination addicted to war. This high temper and heat he showed conspicuously in battle; in other respects he was modest and obliging, and so far studious of Greek learning and discipline, as to honor and admire those that excelled in it, though he did not himself attain a proficiency in them equal to his desire, by reason of his employments. For if ever there were any men, whom, as Homer says, Heaven,
They say that Marcus Claudius, who was consul five times for the Romans, was the son of Marcus; and that he was the first in his family to be called Marcellus, which means martial, as Posidonius states. He was indeed very skilled in warfare through long experience, physically strong, courageous in combat, and naturally inclined toward war. He displayed this fierce temperament clearly in battle; in other areas, he was modest and accommodating, and he was so interested in Greek learning and culture that he honored and admired those who excelled in it, even though he couldn't achieve the same level of proficiency due to his responsibilities. For if ever there were any men, whom, as Homer says, Heaven,
From their first youth unto their utmost age
Appointed the laborious wars to wage,
From their early years to their old age
Assigned to fight in tough wars,
certainly they were the chief Romans of that time; who in their youth had war with the Carthaginians in Sicily, in their middle age with the Gauls in the defense of Italy itself; and, at last, when now grown old, struggled again with Hannibal and the Carthaginians, and wanted in their latest years what is granted to most men, exemption from military toils; their rank and their great qualities still making them be called upon to undertake the command.
Certainly, they were the leading Romans of that time; who in their youth fought against the Carthaginians in Sicily, in their middle age battled the Gauls to defend Italy itself; and, finally, when they had grown old, struggled once more against Hannibal and the Carthaginians, yearning in their later years for what is granted to most men, a break from military duties; their status and exceptional qualities still requiring them to take on leadership roles.
Marcellus, ignorant or unskillful of no kind of fighting, in single combat surpassed himself; he never declined a challenge, and never accepted without killing his challenger. In Sicily, he protected and saved his brother Otacilius when surrounded in battle, and slew the enemies that pressed upon him; for which act he was by the generals, while he was yet but young, presented with crowns and other honorable rewards; and, his good qualities more and more displaying themselves, he was created Curule Aedile by the people, and by the high-priests Augur; which is that priesthood to which chiefly the law assigns the observation of auguries. In his aedileship, a certain mischance brought him to the necessity of bringing an impeachment into the senate. He had a son named Marcus, of great beauty, in the flower of his age, and no less admired for the goodness of his character. This youth, Capitolinus, a bold and ill-mannered man, Marcellus’s colleague, sought to abuse. The boy at first himself repelled him; but when the other again persecuted him, told his father. Marcellus, highly indignant, accused the man in the senate, where he, having appealed to the tribunes of the people, endeavored by various shifts and exceptions to elude the impeachment; and, when the tribunes refused their protection, by flat denial rejected the charge. As there was no witness of the fact, the senate thought fit to call the youth himself before them; on witnessing whose blushes and tears, and shame mixed with the highest indignation, seeking no further evidence of the crime, they condemned Capitolinus, and set a fine upon him; of the money of which, Marcellus caused silver vessels for libation to be made, which he dedicated to the gods.
Marcellus, untrained and inexperienced in any form of fighting, excelled in single combat; he never backed down from a challenge and always defeated his opponent. In Sicily, he protected and saved his brother Otacilius when he was surrounded in battle, killing the enemies who were attacking him. Because of this act, the generals honored him with crowns and other prestigious rewards while he was still young. As his good qualities became more evident, the people elected him as Curule Aedile, and he was appointed Augur by the high priests, a position responsible for observing auguries. During his term as Aedile, a certain misfortune forced him to bring an indictment before the Senate. He had a son named Marcus, who was exceptionally handsome and admired for his character. This young man, Capitolinus, a bold and rude individual, attempted to take advantage of him. At first, the boy defended himself, but when Capitolinus continued to harass him, he told his father. Marcellus, furious, accused Capitolinus in the Senate, where the man, having appealed to the tribunes of the people, tried various tactics to escape the indictment. When the tribunes refused him protection, he denied the charges outright. Since there were no witnesses to the incident, the Senate decided to summon the young man himself; seeing his blushing face, tears, and a mix of shame and indignation, they required no further evidence of the crime. They condemned Capitolinus and imposed a fine on him, from which Marcellus had silver vessels for libation made, dedicating them to the gods.
After the end of the first Punic war, which lasted one and twenty years, the seeds of Gallic tumults sprang up, and began again to trouble Rome. The Insubrians, a people inhabiting the subalpine region of Italy, strong in their own forces, raised from among the other Gauls aids of mercenary soldiers, called Gaesatae. And it was a sort of miracle, and special good fortune for Rome, that the Gallic war was not coincident with the Punic, but that the Gauls had with fidelity stood quiet as spectators, while the Punic war continued, as though they had been under engagements to await and attack the victors, and now only were at liberty to come forward. Still the position itself, and the ancient renown of the Gauls, struck no little fear into the minds of the Romans, who were about to undertake a war so near home and upon their own borders; and regarded the Gauls, because they had once taken their city, with more apprehension than any people, as is apparent from the enactment which from that time forth provided, that the high-priests should enjoy an exemption from all military duty, except only in Gallic insurrections.
After the first Punic War, which lasted 21 years, the seeds of Gallic unrest began to emerge and troubled Rome once again. The Insubrians, a people living in the subalpine region of Italy, confident in their own strength, gathered mercenaries from other Gauls known as the Gaesatae. It was somewhat miraculous and fortunate for Rome that the Gallic conflict didn’t coincide with the Punic War; the Gauls had remained quiet, almost as if they had agreed to wait and only attack the victors. Only now were they free to make their move. Still, the situation and the long-standing reputation of the Gauls instilled significant fear in the Romans, who were preparing for a war so close to home. The Romans viewed the Gauls with more dread than any other group, especially since they had once conquered their city, as evident from the law enacted afterward stating that high priests would be exempt from all military service, except in the event of Gallic uprisings.
The great preparations, also, made by the Romans for war, (for it is not reported that the people of Rome ever had at one time so many legions in arms, either before or since,) and their extraordinary sacrifices, were plain arguments of their fear. For though they were most averse to barbarous and cruel rites, and entertained more than any nation the same pious and reverent sentiments of the gods with the Greeks; yet, when this war was coming upon them, they then, from some prophecies in the Sibyls’ books, put alive under ground a pair of Greeks, one male, the other female; and likewise two Gauls, one of each sex, in the market called the beast-market: continuing even to this day to offer to these Greeks and Gauls certain secret ceremonial observances in the month of November.
The Romans made significant preparations for war, as it's not recorded that they ever had so many legions mobilized at once, either before or since. Their extraordinary sacrifices were clear signs of their fear. Although they were generally opposed to barbaric and cruel rituals, and shared more pious and respectful views of the gods with the Greeks than any other nation, when this war loomed ahead, they acted on some prophecies from the Sibyls’ books. They buried alive a pair of Greeks, one male and one female, along with two Gauls, one of each sex, in the marketplace known as the beast-market. Even today, they continue to perform certain secret ceremonies for these Greeks and Gauls in the month of November.
In the beginning of this war, in which the Romans sometimes obtained remarkable victories, sometimes were shamefully beaten, nothing was done toward the determination of the contest, until Flaminius and Furius, being consuls, led large forces against the Insubrians. At the time of their departure, the river that runs through the country of Picenum was seen flowing with blood; there was a report, that three moons had been seen at once at Ariminum; and, in the consular assembly, the augurs declared, that the consuls had been unduly and inauspiciously created. The senate, therefore, immediately sent letters to the camp, recalling the consuls to Rome with all possible speed, and commanding them to forbear from acting against the enemies, and to abdicate the consulship on the first opportunity. These letters being brought to Flaminius, he deferred to open them till, having defeated and put to flight the enemy’s forces, he wasted and ravaged their borders. The people, therefore, did not go forth to meet him when he returned with huge spoils; nay, because he had not instantly obeyed the command in the letters, by which he was recalled, but slighted and contemned them, they were very near denying him the honor of a triumph. Nor was the triumph sooner passed than they deposed him, with his colleague, from the magistracy, and reduced them to the state of private citizens. So much were all things at Rome made to depend upon religion; they would not allow any contempt of the omens and the ancient rites, even though attended with the highest success; thinking it to be of more importance to the public safety, that the magistrates should reverence the gods, than that they should overcome their enemies. Thus Tiberius Sempronius, whom for his probity and virtue the citizens highly esteemed, created Scipio Nasica and Caius Marcius, consuls to succeed him: and when they were gone into their provinces, lit upon books concerning the religious observances, where he found something he had not known before; which was this. When the consul took his auspices, he sat without the city in a house, or tent, hired for that occasion; but, if it happened that he, for any urgent cause, returned into the city, without having yet seen any certain signs, he was obliged to leave that first building, or tent, and to seek another to repeat the survey from. Tiberius, it appears, in ignorance of this, had twice used the same building before announcing the new consuls. Now, understanding his error, he referred the matter to the senate: nor did the senate neglect this minute fault, but soon wrote expressly of it to Scipio Nasica and Caius Marcius; who, leaving their provinces and without delay returning to Rome, laid down their magistracy. This happened at a later period. About the same time, too, the priesthood was taken away from two men of very great honor, Cornelius Cethegus and Quintus Sulpicius: from the former, because he had not rightly held out the entrails of a beast slain for sacrifice; from the latter, because, while he was immolating, the tufted cap which the Flamens wear had fallen from his head. Minucius, the dictator, who had already named Caius Flaminius master of the horse, they deposed from his command, because the squeak of a mouse was heard, and put others into their places. And yet, notwithstanding, by observing so anxiously these little niceties they did not run into any superstition, because they never varied from nor exceeded the observances of their ancestors.
At the start of this war, where the Romans occasionally achieved impressive victories and sometimes faced humiliating defeats, nothing was settled regarding the outcome until Flaminius and Furius, the consuls, led large armies against the Insubrians. As they were about to leave, the river in Picenum was seen flowing with blood; it was reported that three moons appeared at once in Ariminum; and during the consular assembly, the augurs claimed that the consuls had been improperly and ominously appointed. Therefore, the senate immediately sent letters to the camp, instructing the consuls to return to Rome as quickly as possible, to refrain from acting against the enemies, and to step down from their posts at the first opportunity. When these letters reached Flaminius, he chose to delay opening them until after he had defeated and chased away the enemy troops, causing destruction in their territories. Consequently, the people did not come out to welcome him upon his return with his extensive spoils; in fact, because he had not immediately complied with the orders in the letters that recalled him, but had treated them with disdain, they nearly denied him the honor of a triumph. No sooner was the triumph granted than they removed him and his colleague from their positions and reduced them to private citizen status. Everything in Rome was so closely tied to religion that they would not tolerate any disregard for omens and ancient rituals, even if they were accompanied by great success. They believed it was more important for officials to respect the gods than to defeat their foes. Thus, Tiberius Sempronius, who was highly regarded by the citizens for his integrity and virtue, appointed Scipio Nasica and Caius Marcius as consuls to succeed him. When they went to their provinces, he came across books about religious practices and discovered something he hadn’t known before: when a consul took his auspices, he sat outside the city in a rented house or tent for that purpose; however, if he had to return to the city for any urgent reason before seeing any definite signs, he had to leave that original location and find another to repeat the observance. Tiberius, apparently unaware of this rule, had used the same building twice before announcing the new consuls. Understanding his mistake, he brought the matter to the senate's attention, and they made sure not to overlook this minor error, promptly writing about it to Scipio Nasica and Caius Marcius. They, upon returning to Rome from their provinces without delay, resigned from their posts. This was a later incident. Around the same time, two highly respected individuals, Cornelius Cethegus and Quintus Sulpicius, lost their priesthood because Cethegus had not properly displayed the entrails of a sacrificed animal, and Sulpicius had let the tufted hat worn by the Flamens fall from his head while performing a sacrifice. Minucius, the dictator, who had already appointed Caius Flaminius as master of the horse, was removed from command because a mouse squeaked, and others were appointed in their place. Yet, despite their strict adherence to these minor rituals, they did not drift into superstition, as they always followed the practices of their ancestors.
So soon as Flaminius with his colleague had resigned the consulate, Marcellus was declared consul by the presiding officers called Interrexes; and, entering into the magistracy, chose Cnaeus Cornelius his colleague. There was a report that, the Gauls proposing a pacification, and the senate also inclining to peace, Marcellus inflamed the people to war; but a peace appears to have been agreed upon, which the Gaesatae broke; who, passing the Alps, stirred up the Insubrians, (they being thirty thousand in number, and the Insubrians more numerous by far) and, proud of their strength, marched directly to Acerrae, a city seated on the north of the river Po. From thence Britomartus, king of the Gaesatae, taking with him ten thousand soldiers, harassed the country round about. News of which being brought to Marcellus, leaving his colleague at Acerrae with the foot and all the heavy arms and a third part of the horse, and carrying with him the rest of the horse and six hundred light armed foot, marching night and day without remission, he staid not till he came up to these ten thousand near a Gaulish village called Clastidium, which not long before had been reduced under the Roman jurisdiction. Nor had he time to refresh his soldiers, or to give them rest. For the barbarians, that were then present, immediately observed his approach, and contemned him, because he had very few foot with him. The Gauls were singularly skillful in horsemanship, and thought to excel in it; and as at present they also exceeded Marcellus in number, they made no account of him. They, therefore, with their king at their head, instantly charged upon him, as if they would trample him under their horses’ feet, threatening all kind of cruelties. Marcellus, because his men were few, that they might not be encompassed and charged on all sides by the enemy, extended his wings of horse, and, riding about, drew out his wings of foot in length, till he came near to the enemy. Just as he was in the act of turning round to face the enemy, it so happened that his horse, startled with their fierce look and their cries, gave back, and carried him forcibly aside. Fearing lest this accident, if converted into an omen, might discourage his soldiers, he quickly brought his horse round to confront the enemy, and made a gesture of adoration to the sun, as if he had wheeled about not by chance, but for a purpose of devotion. For it was customary to the Romans, when they offered worship to the gods, to turn round; and in this moment of meeting the enemy, he is said to have vowed the best of the arms to Jupiter Feretrius.
As soon as Flaminius and his colleague stepped down from the consulate, Marcellus was named consul by the presiding officials known as Interrexes. Once he took on the office, he chose Cnaeus Cornelius as his colleague. There were reports that the Gauls were looking to negotiate peace, and the senate was also leaning towards it, but Marcellus incited the people for war. A peace agreement seemed to have been made, which the Gaesatae violated. They crossed the Alps and rallied the Insubrians, who were vastly more numerous than the Gaesatae, and marched confidently towards Acerrae, a city north of the River Po. From there, Britomartus, king of the Gaesatae, took ten thousand soldiers and began raiding the surrounding area. When Marcellus heard about this, he left his colleague at Acerrae with the foot soldiers, all heavy arms, and a third of the cavalry. He took the rest of the cavalry and six hundred light infantry, marching day and night without rest until he caught up with the ten thousand near a Gaulish village called Clastidium, which had recently come under Roman control. There was no time to refresh his soldiers or give them a break because the barbarians quickly noticed his approach and underestimated him due to his smaller number of foot soldiers. The Gauls were particularly skilled horsemen and believed they were superior in that regard. Along with outnumbering Marcellus, they charged at him, intent on overpowering him and threatening various cruelties. To avoid being surrounded and attacked from all sides, Marcellus spread out his cavalry, riding around to draw out his foot soldiers until he was close to the enemy. Just as he was about to turn to face the threat, his horse startled at their fierce looks and cries, and it pulled back, forcing him aside. Worried that this incident could be seen as an omen that would discourage his soldiers, he quickly redirected his horse to face the enemy again and made a gesture of reverence to the sun, as if his maneuver was not accidental but a form of devotion. It was customary for Romans to turn around when offering worship to the gods, and at this moment of confronting the enemy, he reportedly vowed the best weapons to Jupiter Feretrius.
The king of the Gauls beholding Marcellus, and from the badges of his authority conjecturing him to be the general, advanced some way before his embattled army, and with a loud voice challenged him, and, brandishing his lance, fiercely ran in full career at him; exceeding the rest of the Gauls in stature, and with his armor, that was adorned with gold and silver and various colors, shining like lightning. These arms seeming to Marcellus, while he viewed the enemy’s army drawn up in battalia, to be the best and fairest, and thinking them to be those he had vowed to Jupiter, he instantly ran upon the king, and pierced through his breastplate with his lance; then pressing upon him with the weight of his horse, threw him to the ground, and with two or three strokes more, slew him. Immediately he leapt from his horse, laid his hand upon the dead king’s arms, and, looking up toward Heaven, thus spoke: “O Jupiter Feretrius, arbiter of the exploits of captains, and of the acts of commanders in war and battles, be thou witness that I, a general, have slain a general; I, a consul, have slain a king with my own hand, third of all the Romans; and that to thee I consecrate these first and most excellent of the spoils. Grant to us to dispatch the relics of the war, with the same course of fortune.” Then the Roman horse joining battle not only with the enemy’s horse, but also with the foot who attacked them, obtained a singular and unheard of victory. For never before or since have so few horse defeated such numerous forces of horse and foot together. The enemies being to a great number slain, and the spoils collected, he returned to his colleague, who was conducting the war, with ill success, against the enemies near the greatest and most populous of the Gallic cities, Milan. This was their capital, and, therefore, fighting valiantly in defense of it, they were not so much besieged by Cornelius, as they besieged him. But Marcellus having returned, and the Gaesatae retiring as soon as they were certified of the death of the king and the defeat of his army, Milan was taken. The rest of their towns, and all they had, the Gauls delivered up of their own accord to the Romans, and had peace upon equitable conditions granted to them.
The king of the Gauls saw Marcellus and, inferring from his authority that he was the general, moved ahead of his troops and challenged him loudly, charging at him with his lance raised high. He was taller than the other Gauls and his armor—decorated with gold, silver, and vibrant colors—shone like lightning. Marcellus, while observing the enemy's arranged forces, thought the king's armor was the finest he had ever seen, and considering it a vow to Jupiter, he charged at the king and thrust his lance through his breastplate. Then, using the weight of his horse, he threw him to the ground and struck him down with a few more blows. Jumping off his horse, he placed his hand on the dead king's armor and looked up towards Heaven, saying: “O Jupiter Feretrius, judge of the deeds of leaders and commanders in war, witness that I, a general, have killed a general; I, a consul, have slain a king with my own hand, the third among all Romans; and I dedicate these first and finest spoils to you. Grant us the ability to finish the rest of the war with the same fortune.” Then, the Roman cavalry engaged not only the enemy's horse but also the infantry that attacked them, achieving an astonishing and unprecedented victory. For never before or since have so few cavalry defeated such a large combination of horse and foot. Many enemies were slain, and after collecting the spoils, he returned to his fellow commander, who was struggling against the enemies near the greatest and most populous Gallic city, Milan. This city was their capital, so they fought fiercely to defend it, and it was less a siege from Cornelius than them surrounding him. But once Marcellus returned, and the Gaesatae learned of the king's death and their army's defeat, they withdrew, leading to the capture of Milan. The remaining towns and everything they had, the Gauls surrendered willingly to the Romans, and received peace under fair conditions.
Marcellus alone, by a decree of the senate, triumphed. The triumph was in magnificence, opulence, spoils, and the gigantic bodies of the captives, most remarkable. But the most grateful and most rare spectacle of all was the general himself, carrying the arms of the barbarian king to the god to whom he had vowed them. He had taken a tall and straight stock of an oak, and had lopped and formed it to a trophy. Upon this he fastened and hung round about the arms of the king, arranging all the pieces in their suitable places. The procession advancing solemnly, he, carrying this trophy, ascended the chariot; and thus, himself the fairest and most glorious triumphant image, was conveyed into the city. The army adorned with shining armor followed in order, and with verses composed for the occasion and with songs of victory celebrated the praises of Jupiter and of their general. Then entering the temple of Jupiter Feretrius, he dedicated his gift; the third, and to our memory the last, that ever did so. The first was Romulus, after having slain Acron, king of the Caeninenses: the second, Cornelius Cossus, who slew Tolumnius the Etruscan: after them Marcellus, having killed Britomartus king of the Gauls; after Marcellus, no man. The god to whom these spoils were consecrated is called Jupiter Feretrius, from the trophy carried on the feretrum, one of the Greek words which at that time still existed in great numbers in Latin: or, as others say, it is the surname of the Thundering Jupiter, derived from ferire, to strike. Others there are who would have the name to be deduced from the strokes that are given in fight; since even now in battles, when they press upon their enemies, they constantly call out to each other, strike, in Latin, feri. Spoils in general they call Spolia, and these in particular Opima; though, indeed, they say that Numa Pompilius in his commentaries, makes mention of first, second, and third Spolia Opima; and that he prescribes that the first taken be consecrated to Jupiter Feretrius, the second to Mars, the third to Quirinus; as also that the reward of the first be three hundred asses; of the second, two hundred; of the third, one hundred. The general account, however, prevails, that those spoils only are Opima, which the general first takes in set battle, and takes from the enemy’s chief captain whom he has slain with his own hand. But of this enough. The victory and the ending of the war was so welcome to the people of Rome, that they sent to Apollo of Delphi, in testimony of their gratitude, a present of a golden cup of a hundred pound weight, and gave a great part of the spoil to their associate cities, and took care that many presents should be sent also to Hiero, king of the Syracusans, their friend and ally.
Marcellus alone, by a decree of the senate, triumphed. The triumph was magnificent, filled with opulence, spoils, and the massive bodies of the captives, all quite remarkable. But the most appreciated and rare spectacle of all was the general himself, carrying the arms of the barbarian king to the god to whom he had dedicated them. He took a tall and straight piece of oak and crafted it into a trophy. He fastened and arranged the king's arms around this trophy, placing all the pieces in their proper spots. The procession moved forward solemnly, and he, carrying this trophy, climbed onto the chariot; thus, he, the most stunning and glorious figure of the triumph, was brought into the city. The army followed in order, decorated in shining armor, chanting verses and singing victory songs to celebrate Jupiter and their general. Upon entering the temple of Jupiter Feretrius, he dedicated his offering; the third, and to our knowledge the last, to do so. The first was Romulus, after slaying Acron, king of the Caeninenses; the second was Cornelius Cossus, who killed Tolumnius the Etruscan; after them, Marcellus, having defeated Britomartus, king of the Gauls; and after Marcellus, no one else. The god to whom these spoils were dedicated is known as Jupiter Feretrius, from the trophy carried on the feretrum, one of the Greek terms that were still common in Latin at that time; or, as others say, it is a title of the Thundering Jupiter, derived from ferire, which means to strike. Some believe the name comes from the blows exchanged in battle; even today, during fights, when they engage the enemy, they often shout "strike" in Latin, feri. Spoils, in general, are called Spolia, and these specifically are referred to as Opima; although, it is said that Numa Pompilius, in his writings, mentions first, second, and third Spolia Opima and prescribes that the first captured should be dedicated to Jupiter Feretrius, the second to Mars, and the third to Quirinus; he also states that the reward for the first should be three hundred asses, for the second two hundred, and for the third one hundred. However, the general consensus is that only the spoils taken by the general in open battle, directly from the enemy's chief who he has slain with his own hand, are considered Opima. But that is enough about this. The victory and the end of the war were so welcomed by the people of Rome that they sent to Apollo of Delphi, as a token of their gratitude, a gift of a hundred-pound gold cup, and gave a significant part of the spoils to their allied cities, ensuring that many gifts were also sent to Hiero, king of the Syracusans, their friend and ally.
When Hannibal invaded Italy, Marcellus was dispatched with a fleet into Sicily. And when the army had been defeated at Cannae, and many thousands of them perished, and few had saved themselves by flying to Canusium, and all feared lest Hannibal, who had destroyed the strength of the Roman army, should advance at once with his victorious troops to Rome, Marcellus first sent for the protection of the city fifteen hundred solders, from the fleet. Then, by decree of the senate, going to Canusium, having heard that many of the soldiers had come together in that place, he led them out of the fortifications to prevent the enemy from ravaging the country. The chief Roman commanders had most of them fallen in battles; and the citizens complained, that the extreme caution of Fabius Maximus, whose integrity and wisdom gave him the highest authority, verged upon timidity and inaction. They confided in him to keep them out of danger, but could not expect that he would enable them to retaliate. Fixing, therefore, their thoughts upon Marcellus, and hoping to combine his boldness, confidence, and promptitude with Fabius’s caution and prudence, and to temper the one by the other, they sent, sometimes both with consular command, sometimes one as consul, the other as proconsul, against the enemy. Posidonius writes, that Fabius was called the buckler, Marcellus the sword of Rome. Certainly, Hannibal himself confessed that he feared Fabius as a schoolmaster, Marcellus as an adversary: the former, lest he should be hindered from doing mischief; the latter, lest he should receive harm himself.
When Hannibal invaded Italy, Marcellus was sent with a fleet to Sicily. After the army was defeated at Cannae, where many thousands perished and only a few managed to escape to Canusium, everyone was afraid that Hannibal, who had decimated the Roman army, would march his victorious troops straight to Rome. Marcellus first requested fifteen hundred soldiers from the fleet to help protect the city. Then, by a decree from the Senate, he went to Canusium after hearing that many soldiers had gathered there; he took them out of the fortifications to prevent the enemy from ravaging the countryside. Most of the leading Roman commanders had fallen in battle, and the citizens complained that Fabius Maximus's extreme caution, which stemmed from his integrity and wisdom, bordered on fearfulness and inaction. They relied on him to keep them safe but didn’t expect him to help them strike back. Therefore, they turned their hopes to Marcellus, believing they could combine his boldness, confidence, and promptness with Fabius’s caution and wisdom to balance each other out. They often sent both against the enemy, sometimes with consular command and other times one as consul and the other as proconsul. Posidonius writes that Fabius was called the buckler and Marcellus the sword of Rome. Indeed, Hannibal himself admitted that he feared Fabius as a teacher and Marcellus as a rival: the former, because he worried his plans would be thwarted; the latter, because he feared for his own safety.
And first, when among Hannibal’s soldiers, proud of their victory, carelessness and boldness had grown to a great height, Marcellus, attacking all their stragglers and plundering parties, cut them off, and by little and little diminished their forces. Then carrying aid to the Neapolitans and Nolans, he confirmed the minds of the former, who, indeed, were of their own accord faithful enough to the Romans; but in Nola he found a state of discord, the senate not being able to rule and keep in the common people, who were generally favorers of Hannibal. There was in the town one Bantius, a man renowned for his high birth and courage. This man, after he had fought most fiercely at Cannae, and had killed many of the enemies, at last was found lying in a heap of dead bodies, covered with darts, and was brought to Hannibal, who so honored him, that he not only dismissed him without ransom, but also contracted friendship with him, and made him his guest. In gratitude for this great favor, he became one of the strongest of the partisans of Hannibal, and urged the people to revolt. Marcellus could not be induced to put to death a man of such eminence, and who had endured such dangers in fighting on the Roman side; but, knowing himself able, by the general kindliness of his disposition and in particular by the attractiveness of his address, to gain over a character whose passion was for honor, one day when Bantius saluted him, he asked him who he was; not that he knew him not before, but seeking an occasion of further conference. When Bantius had told who he was, Marcellus, seeming surprised with joy and wonder, replied: “Are you that Bantius, whom the Romans commend above the rest that fought at Cannae, and praise as the one man that not only did not forsake the consul Paulus Aemilius, but received in his own body many darts thrown at him?” Bantius owning himself to be that very man, and showing his scars: “Why then,” said Marcellus, “did not you, having such proofs to show of your affection to us, come to me at my first arrival here? Do you think that we are unwilling to requite with favor those who have well deserved, and who are honored even by our enemies?” He followed up his courtesies by a present of a war-horse, and five hundred drachmas in money. From that time Bantius became the most faithful assistant and ally of Marcellus, and a most keen discoverer of those that attempted innovation and sedition.
And first, when Hannibal’s soldiers, proud of their victory, had become careless and bold, Marcellus attacked their stragglers and plundering groups, slowly diminishing their forces. He then provided support to the Neapolitans and Nolans, bolstering the resolve of the former, who were already loyal to the Romans. In Nola, however, he found a situation of discord, as the senate struggled to manage the common people, who generally supported Hannibal. In the town, there was a man named Bantius, known for his noble lineage and bravery. After fighting fiercely at Cannae and killing many enemies, he was found lying among the dead, covered in darts, and brought to Hannibal. Hannibal admired him so much that he not only released him without ransom but also formed a friendship with him and made him a guest. In gratitude for this kindness, Bantius became one of Hannibal's strongest supporters and encouraged the people to revolt. Marcellus was reluctant to kill such a distinguished man who had risked his life fighting for the Romans. Instead, knowing he could win over someone motivated by honor through his warm nature and charm, one day when Bantius greeted him, he asked who he was—not that he didn't recognize him, but seeking a chance for further conversation. After Bantius introduced himself, Marcellus, pretending to be joyfully surprised, replied: “Are you the Bantius that the Romans commend above all others who fought at Cannae, and who is praised as the one who didn’t abandon Consul Paulus Aemilius, but rather took many darts for him?” Bantius confirmed he was indeed that man and showed his scars. “Then,” said Marcellus, “why didn’t you come to me right away when I arrived here, having such evidence of your loyalty to us? Do you think we are unwilling to reward those who have shown great service and are honored even by our enemies?” He followed this with a gift of a warhorse and five hundred drachmas. From that moment on, Bantius became Marcellus’s most loyal ally and a sharp scout for those plotting rebellion and unrest.
These were many, and had entered into a conspiracy to plunder the baggage of the Romans, when they should make an irruption against the enemy. Marcellus, therefore, having marshaled his army within the city, placed the baggage near to the gates, and, by an edict, forbade the Nolans to go to the walls. Thus, outside the city, no arms could be seen; by which prudent device he allured Hannibal to move with his army in some disorder to the city, thinking that things were in a tumult there. Then Marcellus, the nearest gate being, as he had commanded, thrown open, issuing forth with the flower of his horse in front, charged the enemy. By and by the foot, sallying out of another gate, with a loud shout joined in the battle. And while Hannibal opposes part of his forces to these, the third gate also is opened, out of which the rest break forth, and on all quarters fall upon the enemies, who were dismayed at this unexpected encounter, and did but feebly resist those with whom they had been first engaged, because of their attack by these others that sallied out later. Here Hannibal’s soldiers, with much bloodshed and many wounds, were beaten back to their camp, and for the first time turned their backs to the Romans. There fell in this action, as it is related, more than five thousand of them; of the Romans, not above five hundred. Livy does not affirm, that either the victory, or the slaughter of the enemy was so great; but certain it is, that the adventure brought great glory to Marcellus, and to the Romans, after their calamities, a great revival of confidence, as they began now to entertain a hope, that the enemy with whom they contended was not invincible, but liable like themselves to defeats.
Many had conspired to steal the Romans' supplies when they attacked the enemy. Marcellus, therefore, gathered his troops inside the city, positioned the supplies near the gates, and issued an order forbidding the Nolans from going to the walls. This way, outside the city, no weapons were visible; with this clever tactic, he lured Hannibal to move his army toward the city in a disorganized way, thinking there was chaos inside. Then Marcellus, with the closest gate opened as he had instructed, charged out with the best of his cavalry leading the way. Soon after, the infantry burst out from another gate with a loud shout and joined the battle. While Hannibal sent part of his forces to face them, the third gate was also opened, allowing the rest to charge out and attack the enemy from all sides. The enemies, caught off guard by this unexpected assault, struggled against their initial opponents and only weakly resisted those who came at them later. In this clash, Hannibal's soldiers suffered heavy casualties, being pushed back to their camp for the first time and turning their backs on the Romans. More than five thousand of them were reported killed in this encounter, while the Romans lost no more than five hundred. Livy does not claim that the victory or the enemy's losses were that significant; however, it is certain that this event greatly boosted Marcellus's glory and gave the Romans renewed confidence after their previous misfortunes, as they began to believe that the enemy they faced was not invincible, but could also suffer defeats like themselves.
Therefore, the other consul being deceased, the people recalled Marcellus, that they might put him into his place; and, in spite of the magistrates, succeeded in postponing the election till his arrival, when he was by all the suffrages created consul. But because it happened to thunder, the augurs accounting that he was not legitimately created, and yet not daring, for fear of the people, to declare their sentence openly, Marcellus voluntarily resigned the consulate, retaining however his command. Being created proconsul, and returning to the camp at Nola, he proceeded to harass those that followed the party of the Carthaginian; on whose coming with speed to succor them, Marcellus declined a challenge to a set battle, but when Hannibal had sent out a party to plunder, and now expected no fight, he broke out upon him with his army. He had distributed to the foot long lances, such as are commonly used in naval fights; and instructed them to throw them with great force at convenient distance against the enemies who were inexperienced in that way of darting, and used to fight with short darts hand to hand. This seems to have been the cause of the total rout and open flight of all the Carthaginians who were then engaged: there fell of them five thousand; four elephants were killed, and two taken; but, what was of greatest moment, on the third day after, more than three hundred horse, Spaniards and Numidians mixed, deserted to him, a disaster that had never to that day happened to Hannibal, who had long kept together in harmony an army of barbarians, collected out of many various and discordant nations. Marcellus and his successors in all this war made good use of the faithful service of these horsemen.
So, since the other consul had died, the people called back Marcellus to fill the position. Despite opposition from the officials, they managed to delay the election until he arrived, at which point he was elected consul by unanimous vote. However, when thunder occurred, the augurs claimed that his election was not legitimate and, fearing the public backlash, they didn’t want to announce this openly. Marcellus chose to step down from the consulship, but kept his military command. After being appointed proconsul, he returned to the camp at Nola and started attacking those aligned with the Carthaginians. When the Carthaginian reinforcements came swiftly to help, Marcellus avoided a direct confrontation. But when Hannibal sent out a group to raid and didn’t expect a fight, Marcellus launched a surprise attack with his army. He had equipped the infantry with long lances, typically used in naval battles, and trained them to throw these with great force at a distance against the enemy, who were not familiar with this type of weapon and usually fought up close with shorter darts. This strategy led to a complete rout and a panicked retreat of all the Carthaginians involved: five thousand of them were killed, four elephants were slain, and two were captured. More importantly, on the third day after, over three hundred cavalrymen, a mix of Spaniards and Numidians, defected to him. This was a significant blow to Hannibal, who had managed to keep a diverse and often discordant army united for so long. Marcellus and those who followed him in this war effectively utilized the loyalty of these cavalrymen.
He now was a third time created consul, and sailed over into Sicily. For the success of Hannibal had excited the Carthaginians to lay claim to that whole island; chiefly because after the murder of the tyrant Hieronymus, all things had been in tumult and confusion at Syracuse. For which reason the Romans also had sent before to that city a force under the conduct of Appius, as praetor. While Marcellus was receiving that army, a number of Roman soldiers cast themselves at his feet, upon occasion of the following calamity. Of those that survived the battle at Cannae, some had escaped by flight, and some were taken alive by the enemy; so great a multitude, that it was thought there were not remaining Romans enough to defend the walls of the city. And yet the magnanimity and constancy of the city was such, that it would not redeem the captives from Hannibal, though it might have done so for a small ransom; a decree of the senate forbade it, and chose rather to leave them to be killed by the enemy, or sold out of Italy; and commanded that all who had saved themselves by flight should be transported into Sicily, and not permitted to return into Italy, until the war with Hannibal should be ended. These, therefore, when Marcellus was arrived in Sicily, addressed themselves to him in great numbers; and casting themselves at his feet, with much lamentation and tears humbly besought him to admit them to honorable service; and promised to make it appear by their future fidelity and exertions, that that defeat had been received rather by misfortune than by cowardice. Marcellus, pitying them, petitioned the senate by letters, that he might have leave at all times to recruit his legions out of them. After much debate about the thing, the senate decreed they were of opinion that the commonwealth did not require the service of cowardly soldiers; if Marcellus perhaps thought otherwise, he might make use of them, provided no one of them be honored on any occasion with a crown or military gift, as a reward of his virtue or courage. This decree stung Marcellus; and on his return to Rome, after the Sicilian war was ended, he upbraided the senate, that they had denied to him, who had so highly deserved of the republic, liberty to relieve so great a number of citizens in great calamity.
He was now elected consul for the third time and sailed over to Sicily. Hannibal's successes had motivated the Carthaginians to claim the entire island, especially since the assassination of the tyrant Hieronymus had thrown Syracuse into chaos. Because of this, the Romans had previously sent a force to the city under the command of Appius, the praetor. While Marcellus was receiving that army, a number of Roman soldiers threw themselves at his feet, overwhelmed by the recent disaster. Among those who survived the battle at Cannae, some escaped by fleeing, while others were captured by the enemy; so many that it was believed there weren’t enough Romans left to defend the city walls. Yet, the courage and determination of the city were such that it refused to pay the ransom for the captives from Hannibal, even though it could have done so for a small amount; a decree from the senate forbade it, choosing instead to let them be killed by the enemy or sold out of Italy. They ordered that all who had escaped by fleeing should be transported to Sicily and not allowed to return to Italy until the war with Hannibal was over. Therefore, when Marcellus arrived in Sicily, many of these soldiers approached him, fell at his feet, and with great mourning and tears, humbly asked to be accepted into honorable service. They promised to demonstrate through their future loyalty and efforts that their defeat was due more to misfortune than cowardice. Marcellus, feeling compassion for them, wrote to the senate requesting permission to recruit from among them for his legions at all times. After much discussion, the senate declared they believed the commonwealth did not need the service of cowardly soldiers; if Marcellus thought differently, he could use them, provided that none of them received any honor or military gift as a reward for virtue or bravery. This decision angered Marcellus, and upon returning to Rome after the Sicilian war ended, he reproached the senate for denying him, someone who had greatly deserved from the republic, the ability to help so many citizens in distress.
At this time Marcellus, first incensed by injures done him by Hippocrates, commander of the Syracusans, (who, to give proof of his good affection to the Carthaginians, and to acquire the tyranny to himself, had killed a number of Romans at Leontini,) besieged and took by force the city of Leontini; yet violated none of the townsmen; only deserters, as many as he took, he subjected to the punishment of the rods and axe. But Hippocrates, sending a report to Syracuse, that Marcellus had put all the adult population to the sword, and then coming upon the Syracusans, who had risen in tumult upon that false report, made himself master of the city. Upon this Marcellus moved with his whole army to Syracuse, and, encamping near the wall, sent ambassadors into the city to relate to the Syracusans the truth of what had been done in Leontini. When these could not prevail by treaty, the whole power being now in the hands of Hippocrates, he proceeded to attack the city both by land and by sea. The land forces were conducted by Appius Marcellus, with sixty galleys, each with five rows of oars, furnished with all sorts of arms and missiles, and a huge bridge of planks laid upon eight ships chained together, upon which was carried the engine to cast stones and darts, assaulted the walls, relying on the abundance and magnificence of his preparations, and on his own previous glory; all which, however, were, it would seem, but trifles for Archimedes and his machines.
At this time, Marcellus, angered by the injuries caused by Hippocrates, the commander of the Syracusans (who, to show his loyalty to the Carthaginians and to secure power for himself, had killed many Romans at Leontini), besieged and forcefully captured the city of Leontini; he did not harm any of the townspeople, only punishing deserters whom he captured with rods and execution. However, Hippocrates sent word to Syracuse that Marcellus had killed all the adult males, and when he arrived in Syracuse, where the citizens were in an uproar over this false report, he took control of the city. Following this, Marcellus moved his entire army to Syracuse and set up camp near the walls, sending ambassadors into the city to tell the Syracusans what really happened in Leontini. When these ambassadors could not reach an agreement, and with all power now in Hippocrates' hands, Marcellus decided to attack the city by both land and sea. The land forces were led by Appius Marcellus, who had sixty galleys, each with five rows of oars, equipped with all kinds of weapons and projectiles. They also brought a large wooden bridge supported by eight chained ships, which carried the siege engine for launching stones and darts, attacking the walls with confidence in their ample resources and Appius Marcellus' past achievements; however, all of this seemed insignificant against Archimedes and his machines.
These machines he had designed and contrived, not as matters of any importance, but as mere amusements in geometry; in compliance with king Hiero’s desire and request, some little time before, that he should reduce to practice some part of his admirable speculations in science, and by accommodating the theoretic truth to sensation and ordinary use, bring it more within the appreciation of people in general. Eudoxus and Archytas had been the first originators of this far-famed and highly prized art of mechanics, which they employed as an elegant illustration of geometrical truths, and as a means of sustaining experimentally, to the satisfaction of the senses, conclusions too intricate for proof by words and diagrams. As, for example, to solve the problem, so often required in constructing geometrical figures, given the two extreme, to find the two mean lines of a proportion, both these mathematicians had recourse to the aid of instruments, adapting to their purpose certain curves and sections of lines. But what with Plato’s indignation at it, and his invectives against it as the mere corruption and annihilation of the one good of geometry, — which was thus shamefully turning its back upon the unembodied objects of pure intelligence to recur to sensation, and to ask help (not to be obtained without base subservience and depravation) from matter; so it was that mechanics came to be separated from geometry, and, repudiated and neglected by philosophers, took its place as a military art. Archimedes, however, in writing to king Hiero, whose friend and near relation he was, had stated, that given the force, any given weight might be moved, and even boasted, we are told, relying on the strength of demonstration, that if there were another earth, by going into it he could remove this. Hiero being struck with amazement at this, and entreating him to make good this problem by actual experiment, and show some great weight moved by a small engine, he fixed accordingly upon a ship of burden out of the king’s arsenal, which could not be drawn out of the dock without great labor and many men; and, loading her with many passengers and a full freight, sitting himself the while far off, with no great endeavor, but only holding the head of the pulley in his hand and drawing the cord by degrees, he drew the ship in a straight line, as smoothly and evenly, as if she had been in the sea. The king, astonished at this, and convinced of the power of the art, prevailed upon Archimedes to make him engines accommodated to all the purposes, offensive and defensive, of a siege. These the king himself never made use of, because he spent almost all his life in a profound quiet, and the highest affluence. But the apparatus was, in a most opportune time, ready at hand for the Syracusans, and with it also the engineer himself.
These machines he designed weren't particularly important; they were just fun ways to explore geometry. This was done at the request of King Hiero, who had asked him some time ago to bring some of his impressive scientific ideas into practice. By connecting theoretical truths to real sensations and everyday use, he aimed to make them more relatable for everyone. Eudoxus and Archytas were the first pioneers of this well-known and highly valued field of mechanics, using it to elegantly illustrate geometric truths and to experimentally satisfy the senses with conclusions that were too complex to prove with just words and diagrams. For instance, to solve the common problem in constructing geometric figures of finding the two mean lines of a proportion given the two extremes, both mathematicians utilized instruments, adapting specific curves and sections of lines for their needs. However, due to Plato's outrage and his criticisms of it as a complete corruption of the true essence of geometry—turning away from the pure concepts of intelligence to rely instead on the physical world—mechanics eventually became separated from geometry. Philosophers dismissed and neglected it, relegating it to a military craft. Archimedes, in a letter to King Hiero, who was both a friend and close relative, claimed that given the right force, any weight could be moved. He even bragged that if there were another Earth, he could move it. Amazed, Hiero asked Archimedes to demonstrate this with a real experiment by moving a large weight with a small machine. Archimedes picked a heavy ship from the king’s arsenal, which would have taken a lot of effort and manpower to pull out of the dock. Loading it with many passengers and cargo, he stood at a distance, managing to pull the ship in a straight line with ease, just by holding onto the pulley and gradually drawing the cord. The king, astonished and convinced of the power of this technique, urged Archimedes to create machines for all sorts of offensive and defensive purposes for a siege. However, the king never used these machines himself, as he lived most of his life in peace and prosperity. Thankfully, the equipment was ready at the right time for the people of Syracuse, along with the engineer himself.
When, therefore, the Romans assaulted the walls in two places at once, fear and consternation stupefied the Syracusans, believing that nothing was able to resist that violence and those forces. But when Archimedes began to ply his engines, he at once shot against the land forces all sorts of missile weapons, and immense masses of stone that came down with incredible noise and violence, against which no man could stand; for they knocked down those upon whom they fell, in heaps, breaking all their ranks and files. In the meantime huge poles thrust out from the walls over the ships, sunk some by the great weights which they let down from on high upon them; others they lifted up into the air by an iron hand or beak like a crane’s beak, and, when they had drawn them up by the prow, and set them on end upon the poop, they plunged them to the bottom of the sea; or else the ships, drawn by engines within, and whirled about, were dashed against steep rocks that stood jutting out under the walls, with great destruction of the soldiers that were aboard them. A ship was frequently lifted up to a great height in the air (a dreadful thing to behold), and was rolled to and fro, and kept swinging, until the mariners were all thrown out, when at length it was dashed against the rocks, or let fall. At the engine that Marcellus brought upon the bridge of ships, which was called Sambuca from some resemblance it had to an instrument of music, while it was as yet approaching the wall, there was discharged a piece of a rock of ten talents’ weight, then a second and a third, which, striking upon it with immense force and with a noise like thunder, broke all its foundation to pieces, shook out all its fastenings, and completely dislodged it from the bridge. So Marcellus, doubtful what counsel to pursue, drew off his ships to a safer distance, and sounded a retreat to his forces on land. They then took a resolution of coming up under the walls, if it were possible, in the night; thinking that as Archimedes used ropes stretched at length in playing his engines, the soldiers would now be under the shot, and the darts would, for want of sufficient distance to throw them, fly over their heads without effect. But he, it appeared, had long before framed for such occasion engines accommodated to any distance, and shorter weapons; and had made numerous small openings in the walls, through which, with engines of a shorter range, unexpected blows were inflicted on the assailants. Thus, when they who thought to deceive the defenders came close up to the walls, instantly a shower of darts and other missile weapons was again cast upon them. And when stones came tumbling down perpendicularly upon their heads, and, as it were, the whole wall shot out arrows at them, they retired. And now, again, as they were going off, arrows and darts of a longer range indicted a great slaughter among them, and their ships were driven one against another; while they themselves were not able to retaliate in any way. For Archimedes had provided and fixed most of his engines immediately under the wall; whence the Romans, seeing that infinite mischiefs overwhelmed them from no visible means, began to think they were fighting with the gods.
When the Romans attacked the walls in two places at the same time, fear and confusion stunned the Syracusans, believing no one could withstand such force. But when Archimedes started operating his machines, he unleashed all kinds of projectiles and massive stones that crashed down with incredible noise and impact, overwhelming everyone in their path and crushing ranks. Meanwhile, huge poles jutted out from the walls over the ships; some were sunk by the heavy weights dropped from above, while others were lifted into the air by an iron claw that resembled a crane's beak. Once raised and placed upright on the stern, they were plunged into the sea; or the ships, pulled by machines from within and spun around, were smashed against the steep rocks jutting out beneath the walls, causing great destruction to the soldiers aboard. Ships were often hoisted high into the air—a terrifying sight—and tossed around until the crew was thrown out, after which they were either smashed against the rocks or dropped. At the engine Marcellus brought on the bridge of ships, called Sambuca because it resembled a musical instrument, as it approached the wall, a massive rock weighing ten talents was launched, followed by a second and third. These struck it with tremendous force and a noise like thunder, breaking its foundation, loosening all its fastenings, and completely dislodging it from the bridge. Marcellus, uncertain of what to do, pulled his ships back to a safer distance and called for a retreat on land. They then decided to approach the walls at night, believing that since Archimedes used long-stretched ropes to operate his machines, the soldiers would be under the fire, and the projectiles would fly over them without effect. However, it turned out he had long ago crafted devices suitable for various distances, along with shorter weapons, and had made numerous small openings in the walls, through which, with shorter-range machines, unexpected attacks were launched on the attackers. Thus, when those who thought to deceive the defenders got close to the walls, a hail of darts and other projectiles was unleashed upon them. As stones fell straight down on their heads and the entire wall seemed to launch arrows at them, they retreated. And now, just as they were leaving, arrows and longer-range darts caused massive casualties among them, and their ships collided with each other while they could not strike back in any way. For Archimedes had set up most of his machines right under the wall; seeing the relentless destruction raining down from invisible means, the Romans began to feel like they were battling the gods.
Yet Marcellus escaped unhurt, and, deriding his own artificers and engineers, “What,” said he, “must we give up fighting with this geometrical Briareus, who plays pitch and toss with our ships, and, with the multitude of darts which he showers at a single moment upon us, really outdoes the hundred-handed giants of mythology?” And, doubtless, the rest of the Syracusans were but the body of Archimedes’ designs, one soul moving and governing all; for, laying aside all other arms, with his alone they infested the Romans, and protected themselves. In fine, when such terror had seized upon the Romans, that, if they did but see a little rope or a piece of wood from the wall, instantly crying out, that there it was again, Archimedes was about to let fly some engine at them, they turned their backs and fled, Marcellus desisted from conflicts and assaults, putting all his hope in a long siege. Yet Archimedes possessed so high a spirit, so profound a soul, and such treasures of scientific knowledge, that though these inventions had now obtained him the renown of more than human sagacity, he yet would not deign to leave behind him any commentary or writing on such subjects; but, repudiating as sordid and ignoble the whole trade of engineering, and every sort of art that lends itself to mere use and profit, he placed his whole affection and ambition in those purer speculations where there can be no reference to the vulgar needs of life; studies, the superiority of which to all others is unquestioned, and in which the only doubt can be, whether the beauty and grandeur of the subjects examined, or the precision and cogency of the methods and means of proof, most deserve our admiration. It is not possible to find in all geometry more difficult and intricate questions, or more simple and lucid explanations. Some ascribe this to his natural genius; while others think that incredible effort and toil produced these, to all appearance, easy and unlabored results. No amount of investigation of yours would succeed in attaining the proof, and yet, once seen, you immediately believe you would have discovered it; by so smooth and so rapid a path he leads you to the conclusion required. And thus it ceases to be incredible that (as is commonly told of him), the charm of his familiar and domestic Siren made him forget his food and neglect his person, to that degree that when he was occasionally carried by absolute violence to bathe, or have his body anointed, he used to trace geometrical figures in the ashes of the fire, and diagrams in the oil on his body, being in a state of entire preoccupation, and, in the truest sense, divine possession with his love and delight in science. His discoveries were numerous and admirable; but he is said to have requested his friends and relations that when he was dead, they would place over his tomb a sphere containing a cylinder, inscribing it with the ratio which the containing solid bears to the contained.
Yet Marcellus escaped unharmed and mocked his own engineers, saying, “What, should we really give up fighting against this geometric Briareus, who juggles our ships and showers so many darts on us at once that he outshines the hundred-handed giants of mythology?” Indeed, the rest of the Syracusans were merely the body of Archimedes’ designs, with one spirit directing and controlling all; for, setting aside all other weapons, they relied solely on his inventions to fend off the Romans and protect themselves. In short, when such fear struck the Romans that even the sight of a little rope or a piece of wood from the wall made them yell that Archimedes was about to unleash some device on them, they turned and ran, while Marcellus stopped engaging in battles and assaults, putting all his hope in a long siege. Yet Archimedes had such a high spirit, such a profound mind, and such a wealth of scientific knowledge that, though his inventions had earned him a reputation for extraordinary intelligence, he still refused to leave behind any commentary or writings on those topics; he dismissed the entire craft of engineering and any art that merely serves practical use and profit as base and unworthy. He focused all his passion and ambition on those higher speculations that have no ties to ordinary life’s needs; studies whose superiority to all others is beyond question, where the only debate could be whether the beauty and grandeur of the subjects explored or the precision and rigor of the methods of proof deserve our admiration more. It’s impossible to find in all of geometry tougher and more complex questions or clearer and simpler explanations. Some attribute this to his natural genius, while others believe that incredible effort and hard work resulted in these seemingly easy and effortless outcomes. No amount of your investigation would lead you to the proof, yet once you see it, you’d instantly think you could have figured it out; he guides you to the necessary conclusion so smoothly and quickly. Thus, it’s not surprising that, as commonly told, the allure of his familiar Siren made him forget his meals and neglect his appearance to the extent that when he was forcibly taken to bathe or have his body anointed, he would draw geometric figures in the ashes of the fire and diagrams in the oil on his body while completely absorbed, truly possessed by his love and joy in science. His discoveries were numerous and remarkable; however, it’s said he asked his friends and family to place a sphere containing a cylinder over his tomb, inscribing it with the ratio of the containing solid to the contained.
Such was Archimedes, who now showed himself, and, so far as lay in him, the city also, invincible. While the siege continued, Marcellus took Megara, one of the earliest founded of the Greek cities in Sicily, and capturing also the camp of Hippocrates at Acilae, killed above eight thousand men, having attacked them whilst they were engaged in forming their fortifications. He overran a great part of Sicily; gained over many towns from the Carthaginians, and overcame all that dared to encounter him. As the siege went on, one Damippus, a Lacedaemonian, putting to sea in a ship from Syracuse, was taken. When the Syracusans much desired to redeem this man, and there were many meetings and treaties about the matter betwixt them and Marcellus, he had opportunity to notice a tower into which a body of men might be secretly introduced, as the wall near to it was not difficult to surmount, and it was itself carelessly guarded. Coming often thither, and entertaining conferences about the release of Damippus, he had pretty well calculated the height of the tower, and got ladders prepared. The Syracusans celebrated a feast to Diana; this juncture of time, when they were given up entirely to wine and sport, Marcellus laid hold of, and, before the citizens perceived it, not only possessed himself of the tower, but, before the break of day, filled the wall around with soldiers, and made his way into the Hexapylum. The Syracusans now beginning to stir, and to be alarmed at the tumult, he ordered the trumpets everywhere to sound, and thus frightened them all into flight, as if all parts of the city were already won, though the most fortified, and the fairest, and most ample quarter was still ungained. It is called Acradina, and was divided by a wall from the outer city, one part of which they call Neapolis, the other Tycha. Possessing himself of these, Marcellus, about break of day, entered through the Hexapylum, all his officers congratulating him. But looking down from the higher places upon the beautiful and spacious city below, he is said to have wept much, commiserating the calamity that hung over it, when his thoughts represented to him, how dismal and foul the face of the city would in a few hours be, when plundered and sacked by the soldiers. For among the officers of his army there was not one man that durst deny the plunder of the city to the soldiers’ demands; nay, many were instant that it should be set on fire and laid level to the ground: but this Marcellus would not listen to. Yet he granted, but with great unwillingness and reluctance, that the money and slaves should be made prey; giving orders, at the same time, that none should violate any free person, nor kill, misuse, or make a slave of any of the Syracusans. Though he had used this moderation, he still esteemed the condition of that city to be pitiable, and, even amidst the congratulations and joy, showed his strong feelings of sympathy and commiseration at seeing all the riches accumulated during a long felicity, now dissipated in an hour. For it is related, that no less prey and plunder was taken here, than afterward in Carthage. For not long after, they obtained also the plunder of the other parts of the city, which were taken by treachery; leaving nothing untouched but the king’s money, which was brought into the public treasury. But nothing afflicted Marcellus so much as the death of Archimedes; who was then, as fate would have it, intent upon working out some problem by a diagram, and having fixed his mind alike and his eyes upon the subject of his speculation, he never noticed the incursion of the Romans, nor that the city was taken. In this transport of study and contemplation, a soldier, unexpectedly coming up to him, commanded him to follow to Marcellus; which he declining to do before he had worked out his problem to a demonstration, the soldier, enraged, drew his sword and ran him through. Others write, that a Roman soldier, running upon him with a drawn sword, offered to kill him; and that Archimedes, looking back, earnestly besought him to hold his hand a little while, that he might not leave what he was then at work upon inconclusive and imperfect; but the soldier, nothing moved by his entreaty, instantly killed him. Others again relate, that as Archimedes was carrying to Marcellus mathematical instruments, dials, spheres, and angles, by which the magnitude of the sun might be measured to the sight, some soldiers seeing him, and thinking that he carried gold in a vessel, slew him. Certain it is, that his death was very afflicting to Marcellus; and that Marcellus ever after regarded him that killed him as a murderer; and that he sought for his kindred and honored them with signal favors.
Archimedes was now revealed, and, as far as he could, the city was also unbeatable. While the siege was ongoing, Marcellus captured Megara, one of the earliest Greek cities in Sicily, and also took Hippocrates' camp at Acilae, killing over eight thousand men while they were busy building their fortifications. He managed to conquer a large part of Sicily, took over many towns from the Carthaginians, and defeated everyone who dared to confront him. As the siege continued, a Spartan named Damippus set sail from Syracuse and was captured. The Syracusans were eager to ransom him, and there were many discussions and negotiations between them and Marcellus. During these negotiations, Marcellus noticed a tower that could secretly admit troops because the nearby wall was easy to climb and the tower itself was poorly guarded. He frequently visited the area while discussing Damippus's release, calculated the height of the tower, and had ladders prepared. The Syracusans held a feast for Diana, and during this time, when they were completely absorbed in wine and festivities, Marcellus seized the opportunity. Before the citizens realized it, he not only took the tower but also filled the surrounding walls with soldiers and entered the Hexapylum before dawn. As the Syracusans began to stir and were alarmed by the noise, he ordered the trumpets to sound, frightening them into fleeing, as if the whole city was already captured, despite the most fortified and largest area still being untouched. This area is called Acradina and was separated from the outer city by a wall; one part was called Neapolis, and the other Tycha. Capturing these areas, Marcellus entered through the Hexapylum at dawn, with all his officers congratulating him. However, as he looked down from the heights at the beautiful and spacious city below, it's said he wept, lamenting the disaster that awaited it, realizing how grim and ravaged the city would soon be when it was plundered by soldiers. None of the officers dared to oppose the soldiers' demands for loot; in fact, many insisted that it should be set on fire and razed to the ground, but Marcellus refused to agree to this. However, he reluctantly allowed for money and slaves to be taken, giving orders that no free person should be harmed, killed, misused, or enslaved. Despite this display of restraint, he still viewed the fate of the city as tragic and, amid the congratulations and joy, he showed deep sympathy and compassion at seeing all the wealth accumulated over a long period utterly destroyed in a matter of hours. It’s said that the loot taken here was no less than what was later taken from Carthage. Not long after, they also plundered the other parts of the city, which were captured through treachery, leaving nothing untouched except for the king’s money, which was sent to the public treasury. Yet, nothing pained Marcellus as much as the death of Archimedes, who, by fate, was engrossed in solving a problem with a diagram. He was so focused, with his mind and eyes locked on his work, that he didn’t notice the Romans entering or that the city had fallen. In his intense concentration, a soldier unexpectedly approached him and ordered him to follow to Marcellus; when Archimedes refused to leave until he solved his problem, the soldier, angry, drew his sword and stabbed him. Other accounts say that as a Roman soldier ran at him with a drawn sword, Archimedes pleaded for a moment to finish his work, but the soldier, unmoved by his request, killed him immediately. Some say that Archimedes was carrying mathematical instruments—dials, spheres, and angles used for measuring the sun’s size—and that soldiers, mistaking them for gold in a container, killed him. What’s certain is that his death deeply troubled Marcellus, and he consequently viewed the soldier who killed Archimedes as a murderer, seeking out his relatives to honor them with special favors.
Indeed, foreign nations had held the Romans to be excellent soldiers and formidable in battle; but they had hitherto given no memorable example of gentleness, or humanity, or civil virtue; and Marcellus seems first to have shown to the Greeks, that his countrymen were most illustrious for their justice. For such was his moderation to all with whom he had anything to do, and such his benignity also to many cities and private men, that, if anything hard or severe was decreed concerning the people of Enna, Megara, or Syracuse, the blame was thought to belong rather to those upon whom the storm fell, than to those who brought it upon them. One example of many I will commemorate. In Sicily there is a town called Engyium, not indeed great, but very ancient and ennobled by the presence of the goddesses, called the Mothers. The temple, they say, was built by the Cretans; and they show some spears and brazen helmets, inscribed with the names of Meriones, and (with the same spelling as in Latin) of Ulysses, who consecrated them to the goddesses. This city highly favoring the party of the Carthaginians, Nicias, the most eminent of the citizens, counseled them to go over to the Romans; to that end acting freely and openly in harangues to their assemblies, arguing the imprudence and madness of the opposite course. They, fearing his power and authority, resolved to deliver him in bonds to the Carthaginians. Nicias, detecting the design, and seeing that his person was secretly kept in watch, proceeded to speak irreligiously to the vulgar of the Mothers, and showed many signs of disrespect, as if he denied and contemned the received opinion of the presence of those goddesses; his enemies the while rejoicing, that he, of his own accord, sought the destruction hanging over his head. When they were just now about to lay hands upon him, an assembly was held, and here Nicias, making a speech to the people concerning some affair then under deliberation, in the midst of his address, cast himself upon the ground; and soon after, while amazement (as usually happens on such surprising occasions) held the assembly immovable, raising and turning his head round, he began in a trembling and deep tone, but by degrees raised and sharpened his voice. When he saw the whole theater struck with horror and silence, throwing off his mantle and rending his tunic, he leaps up half naked, and runs towards the door, crying out aloud that he was driven by the wrath of the Mothers. When no man durst, out of religious fear, lay hands upon him or stop him, but all gave way before him, he ran out of the gate, not omitting any shriek or gesture of men possessed and mad. His wife, conscious of his counterfeiting, and privy to his design, taking her children with her, first cast herself as a suppliant before the temple of the goddesses; then, pretending to seek her wandering husband, no man hindering her, went out of the town in safety; and by this means they all escaped to Marcellus at Syracuse. After many other such affronts offered him by the men of Engyium, Marcellus, having taken them all prisoners and cast them into bonds, was preparing to inflict upon them the last punishment; when Nicias, with tears in his eyes, addressed himself to him. In fine, casting himself at Marcellus’s feet, and deprecating for his citizens, he begged most earnestly their lives, chiefly those of his enemies. Marcellus, relenting, set them all at liberty, and rewarded Nicias with ample lands and rich presents. This history is recorded by Posidonius the philosopher.
Indeed, foreign nations regarded the Romans as excellent soldiers and formidable in battle, but they had previously shown no notable examples of kindness, humanity, or civic virtue. Marcellus seems to have been the first to demonstrate to the Greeks that his compatriots were truly distinguished by their sense of justice. His moderation toward everyone he interacted with, along with his kindness toward many cities and individuals, led people to attribute any harsh or severe judgments regarding the inhabitants of Enna, Megara, or Syracuse not to the Romans but rather to those who experienced such consequences. I will share one of many examples. In Sicily, there is a town called Engyium, which may not be large but is very ancient and honored by the presence of the goddesses known as the Mothers. The locals claim that the temple was built by the Cretans, who also display some spears and bronze helmets inscribed with the names of Meriones and, spelled the same as in Latin, Ulysses, who dedicated them to the goddesses. This city strongly supported the Carthaginians, but Nicias, the most prominent citizen, advised them to switch allegiance to the Romans. He did this openly and freely in his speeches to the assemblies, arguing against the folly and madness of the opposing choice. Fearing his influence, they decided to seize him and hand him over to the Carthaginians. Nicias, sensing their plot and realizing he was being secretly watched, began to speak irreverently to the locals about the Mothers, showing many signs of disrespect as if he denied and disdained the common beliefs regarding those goddesses. Meanwhile, his enemies rejoiced, believing he was willingly courting the danger that loomed over him. Just as they were about to capture him, an assembly was called, and during his speech about a matter under discussion, Nicias suddenly threw himself to the ground. Soon after, while the assembly was frozen in shock as often happens in such unexpected situations, he raised his head and, in a trembling voice, progressively raised and sharpened his tone. When he noticed the entire theater was struck with horror and silence, he threw off his cloak and tore his tunic, leaping up half-naked and sprinting toward the exit, calling out that he was driven by the wrath of the Mothers. With no one daring to interfere out of religious fear, everyone parted to let him pass, and he ran out of the gate, leaving no display of madness unmade. His wife, aware of his deception and part of his plan, took their children and first threw herself as a supplicant before the temple of the goddesses. Then, pretending to search for her wandering husband and without anyone stopping her, she left the town safely. In this way, they all reached Marcellus in Syracuse. After enduring many similar insults from the people of Engyium, Marcellus, having captured them all and imprisoned them, prepared to impose the final penalty when Nicias, with tears in his eyes, approached him. Ultimately, throwing himself at Marcellus’s feet and pleading for his fellow citizens, he earnestly begged for their lives, particularly those of his enemies. Marcellus, feeling compassionate, freed them all and rewarded Nicias with extensive land and valuable gifts. This account is recorded by Posidonius the philosopher.
Marcellus, at length recalled by the people of Rome to the immediate war at home, to illustrate his triumph, and adorn the city, carried away with him a great number of the most beautiful ornaments of Syracuse. For, before that, Rome neither had, nor had seen, any of those fine and exquisite rarities; nor was any pleasure taken in graceful and elegant pieces of workmanship. Stuffed with barbarous arms and spoils stained with blood, and everywhere crowned with triumphal memorials and trophies, she was no pleasant or delightful spectacle for the eyes of peaceful or refined spectators: but, as Epaminondas named the fields of Boeotia the stage of Mars; and Xenophon called Ephesus the workhouse of war; so, in my judgment, may you call Rome, at that time, (to use the words of Pindar,) “the precinct of the peaceless Mars.” Whence Marcellus was more popular with the people in general, because he had adorned the city with beautiful objects that had all the charms of Grecian grace and symmetry; but Fabius Maximus, who neither touched nor brought away anything of this kind from Tarentum, when he had taken it, was more approved of by the elder men. He carried off the money and valuables, but forbade the statues to be moved; adding, as it is commonly related, “Let us leave to the Tarentines these offended gods.” They blamed Marcellus, first, for placing the city in an invidious position, as it seemed now to celebrate victories and lead processions of triumph, not only over men, but also over the gods as captives; then, that he had diverted to idleness, and vain talk about curious arts and artificers, the common people, which, bred up in wars and agriculture, had never tasted of luxury and sloth, and, as Euripides said of Hercules, had been
Marcellus, eventually called back by the people of Rome for the ongoing war at home, wanted to celebrate his triumph and beautify the city, so he took a lot of the finest decorations from Syracuse. Before this, Rome had neither owned nor seen such exquisite and beautiful items; there was no appreciation for refined and elegant craftsmanship. The city was filled with barbaric weapons and trophies stained with blood, making it an unpleasant sight for peaceful or cultured observers. Just like Epaminondas referred to the fields of Boeotia as a battlefield and Xenophon described Ephesus as a war factory, I believe Rome at that time could be described, in the words of Pindar, as "the domain of restless Mars." As a result, Marcellus became more popular among the general public for decorating the city with beautiful pieces that embodied Greek elegance and symmetry. Meanwhile, Fabius Maximus, who didn’t take anything decorative from Tarentum when he captured it, was better regarded by the older generation. He brought back money and valuables but prohibited the movement of any statues, famously stating, “Let us leave these offended gods to the Tarentines.” They criticized Marcellus for putting the city in a negative light, as it seemed to celebrate victories and lead triumphal processions not just over men, but also treating the gods as captives. They also thought he had distracted the common people, who were raised in a life of war and farming, to engage in idle chatter about arts and crafts, much as Euripides spoke of Hercules.
Rude, unrefined, only for great things good,
Rude, unrefined, only suited for greatness,
so that now they misspent much of their time in examining and criticizing trifles. And yet, notwithstanding this reprimand, Marcellus made it his glory to the Greeks themselves, that he had taught his ignorant countrymen to esteem and admire the elegant and wonderful productions of Greece.
so now they wasted a lot of their time looking at and criticizing trivial things. Still, despite this criticism, Marcellus took pride among the Greeks that he had taught his less knowledgeable fellow countrymen to appreciate and admire the elegant and remarkable creations of Greece.
But when the envious opposed his being brought triumphant into the city, because there were some relics of the war in Sicily, and a third triumph would be looked upon with jealousy, he gave way. He triumphed upon the Alban mount, and thence entered the city in ovation, as it is called in Latin, in Greek eua; but in this ovation he was neither carried in a chariot, nor crowned with laurel, nor ushered by trumpets sounding; but went afoot with shoes on, many flutes or pipes sounding in concert, while he passed along, wearing a garland of myrtle, in a peaceable aspect, exciting rather love and respect than fear. Whence I am, by conjecture, led to think that, originally, the difference observed betwixt ovation and triumph, did not depend upon the greatness of the achievements, but the manner of performing them. For they who, having fought a set battle, and slain the enemy, returned victors, led that martial, terrible triumph, and, as the ordinary custom then was, in lustrating the army, adorned the arms and the soldiers with a great deal of laurel. But they who, without force, by colloquy, persuasion, and reasoning, had done the business, to these captains custom gave the honor of the unmilitary and festive ovation. For the pipe is the badge of peace, and myrtle the plant of Venus, who more than the rest of the gods and goddesses abhors force and war. It is called ovation, not, as most think, from the Greek euasmus, because they act it with shouting and cries of Eau: for so do they also the proper triumphs. The Greeks have wrested the word to their own language, thinking that this honor, also, must have some connection with Bacchus, who in Greek has the titles of Euius and Thriambus. But the thing is otherwise. For it was the custom for commanders, in their triumph, to immolate an ox, but in their ovation, a sheep: hence they named it Ovation, from the Latin ovis. It is worth observing, how exactly opposite the sacrifices appointed by the Spartan legislator are, to those of the Romans. For at Lacedaemon, a captain, who had performed the work he undertook by cunning, or courteous treaty, on laying down his command immolated an ox; he that did the business by battle, offered a cock; the Lacedaemonians, though most warlike, thinking an exploit performed by reason and wisdom, to be more excellent and more congruous to man, than one effected by mere force and courage. Which of the two is to be preferred, I leave to the determination of others.
But when the envious opposed his triumphant entry into the city, because there were some remnants of the war in Sicily, and a third triumph would be viewed with jealousy, he conceded. He triumphed on the Alban Mount, and then entered the city in what is called an ovation in Latin, and in Greek eua; but during this ovation, he was neither carried in a chariot nor crowned with laurel, nor accompanied by the sound of trumpets; instead, he walked on foot, wearing shoes, while many flutes or pipes played in harmony as he passed, adorned with a myrtle garland, presenting a peaceful image that inspired more love and respect than fear. This leads me to speculate that, originally, the distinction between ovation and triumph did not hinge on the significance of the achievements but rather on how they were achieved. Those who fought in a standard battle and defeated the enemy returned as victors, leading a martial and fearsome triumph, and as was customary, during the purification of the army, they decorated the arms and soldiers with plenty of laurel. In contrast, those who accomplished their goals through conversation, persuasion, and reasoning were given the honor of a non-military and festive ovation. The pipe symbolizes peace, and myrtle is associated with Venus, who more than other gods and goddesses despises force and war. It is called an ovation not, as many believe, from the Greek euasmus, because it is performed with shouts and cries of Eau: for that also happens during proper triumphs. The Greeks have adapted the term to their language, thinking that this honor must also relate to Bacchus, who in Greek has titles such as Euius and Thriambus. However, that's not the case. It was customary for commanders to sacrifice an ox in their triumph, but in their ovation, they sacrificed a sheep; hence it was named Ovation, deriving from the Latin ovis. It’s noteworthy how completely opposite the sacrifices dictated by the Spartan lawgiver are to those of the Romans. In Lacedaemon, a commander who achieved his task through cunning or diplomatic negotiations sacrificed an ox upon retiring from command; while one who achieved victory through battle offered a cock. The Lacedaemonians, though they were quite martial, believed that an accomplishment attained through reason and wisdom was more admirable and more fitting for a man than one achieved through sheer force and bravery. Which of the two should be preferred, I leave for others to decide.
Marcellus being the fourth time consul, his enemies suborned the Syracusans to come to Rome to accuse him, and to complain that they had suffered indignities and wrongs, contrary to the conditions granted them. It happened that Marcellus was in the capitol offering sacrifice when the Syracusans petitioned the senate, yet sitting, that they might have leave to accuse him and present their grievances. Marcellus’s colleague, eager to protect him in his absence, put them out of the court. But Marcellus himself came as soon as he heard of it. And first, in his curule chair as consul, he referred to the senate the cognizance of other matters; but when these were transacted, rising from his seat, he passed as a private man into the place where the accused were wont to make their defense, and gave free liberty to the Syracusans to impeach him. But they, struck with consternation by his majesty and confidence, stood astonished, and the power of his presence now, in his robe of state, appeared far more terrible and severe than it had done when he was arrayed in armor. Yet reanimated at length by Marcellus’s rivals, they began their impeachment, and made an oration in which pleas of justice mingled with lamentation and complaint; the sum of which was, that being allies and friends of the people of Rome, they had, notwithstanding, suffered things which other commanders had abstained from inflicting upon enemies. To this Marcellus answered; that they had committed many acts of hostility against the people of Rome, and had suffered nothing but what enemies conquered and captured in war cannot possibly be protected from suffering: that it was their own fault they had been made captives, because they refused to give ear to his frequent attempts to persuade them by gentle means: neither were they forced into war by the power of tyrants, but had rather chosen the tyrants themselves for the express object that they might make war. The orations ended, and the Syracusans, according to the custom, having retired, Marcellus left his colleague to ask the sentences, and withdrawing with the Syracusans, staid expecting at the doors of the senate-house; not in the least discomposed in spirit, either with alarm at the accusation, or by anger against the Syracusans; but with perfect calmness and serenity attending the issue of the cause. The sentences at length being all asked, and a decree of the senate made in vindication of Marcellus, the Syracusans, with tears flowing from their eyes, cast themselves at his knees, beseeching him to forgive themselves there present, and to be moved by the misery of the rest of their city, which would ever be mindful of, and grateful for, his benefits. Thus Marcellus, softened by their tears and distress, was not only reconciled to the deputies, but ever afterwards continued to find opportunity of doing kindness to the Syracusans. The liberty which he had restored to them, and their rights, laws, and goods that were left, the senate confirmed. Upon which account the Syracusans, besides other signal honors, made a law, that if Marcellus should at anytime come into Sicily, or any of his posterity, the Syracusans should wear garlands and offer public sacrifice to the gods.
Marcellus was consul for the fourth time, and his enemies got the Syracusans to come to Rome to accuse him and complain about the mistreatment and wrongs they had suffered, which were against the agreements made with them. At that time, Marcellus was in the Capitol making a sacrifice when the Syracusans petitioned the Senate, which was still in session, asking for permission to accuse him and present their complaints. Marcellus's colleague, wanting to protect him in his absence, kicked them out of the court. However, Marcellus arrived as soon as he heard about it. First, in his consul's chair, he addressed the Senate about other matters; but once those were settled, he stood up, stepped down to where the accused usually defended themselves, and gave the Syracusans the opportunity to accuse him. They were so stunned by his dignity and confidence that they stood there, amazed, and the influence of his presence in his formal robes felt much more intimidating than it had when he was in armor. Finally encouraged by Marcellus's rivals, they started their accusations and delivered a speech that mixed pleas for justice with sorrow and complaints. Essentially, they said that as allies and friends of the Roman people, they had suffered treatment that even enemy commanders would refrain from inflicting. Marcellus responded that they had committed many hostile acts against the Roman people and had only faced what enemies typically suffer in war: they had brought captivity upon themselves because they ignored his repeated attempts to persuade them peacefully. Furthermore, they hadn't been forced into war by tyrants but had chosen those very tyrants to wage war. After their speeches ended, and the Syracusans left, Marcellus allowed his colleague to request the verdicts while he waited calmly outside the Senate house with the Syracusans, untroubled by fear of the accusations or anger towards them, fully composed and serene about the outcome. When the verdicts were eventually asked for and the Senate issued a decree in Marcellus's favor, the Syracusans, tears streaming down their faces, fell at his feet, pleading with him to forgive them and to consider the suffering of the rest of their city, which would always remember and appreciate his kindness. Moved by their tears and distress, Marcellus not only reconciled with the envoys but also continued to find ways to help the Syracusans in the future. The Senate confirmed the freedom he had restored to them along with their rights, laws, and remaining properties. Because of this, the Syracusans, among other honors, established a law stating that if Marcellus or any of his descendants ever came to Sicily, the Syracusans would wear garlands and offer public sacrifices to the gods.
After this he moved against Hannibal. And whereas the other consuls and commanders, since the defeat received at Cannae, had all made use of the same policy against Hannibal, namely, to decline coming to a battle with him; and none had had the courage to encounter him in the field, and put themselves to the decision by the sword; Marcellus entered upon the opposite course, thinking that Italy would be destroyed by the very delay by which they looked to wear out Hannibal; and that Fabius, who, adhering to his cautious policy, waited to see the war extinguished, while Rome itself meantime wasted away, (like timid physicians, who, dreading to administer remedies, stay waiting, and believe that what is the decay of the patient’s strength is the decline of the disease,) was not taking a right course to heal the sickness of his country. And first, the great cities of the Samnites, which had revolted, came into his power; in which he found a large quantity of corn and money, and three thousand of Hannibal’s soldiers, that were left for the defense. After this, the proconsul Cnaeus Fulvius with eleven tribunes of the soldiers being slain in Apulia, and the greatest part of the army also at the same time cut off, he dispatched letters to Rome, and bade the people be of good courage, for that he was now upon the march against Hannibal, to turn his triumph into sadness. On these letters being read, Livy writes, that the people were not only not encouraged, but more discouraged, than before. For the danger, they thought, was but the greater in proportion as Marcellus was of more value than Fulvius. He, as he had written, advancing into the territories of the Lucanians, came up to him at Numistro, and, the enemy keeping himself upon the hills, pitched his camp in a level plain, and the next day drew forth his army in order for fight. Nor did Hannibal refuse the challenge. They fought long and obstinately on both sides, victory yet seeming undecided, when, after three hours conflict, night hardly parted them. The next day, as soon as the sun was risen, Marcellus again brought forth his troops, and ranged them among the dead bodies of the slain, challenging Hannibal to solve the question by another trial. When he dislodged and drew off, Marcellus, gathering up the spoils of the enemies, and burying the bodies of his slain soldiers, closely followed him. And though Hannibal often used stratagems, and laid ambushes to entrap Marcellus, yet he could never circumvent him. By skirmishes, meantime, in all of which he was superior, Marcellus gained himself such high repute, that, when the time of the Comitia at Rome was near at hand, the senate thought fit rather to recall the other consul from Sicily, than to withdraw Marcellus from his conflict with Hannibal; and on his arrival they bid him name Quintus Fulvius dictator. For the dictator is created neither by the people, nor by the senate; but the consul or the praetor, before the popular assembly, pronounces him to be dictator, whom he himself chooses. Hence he is called dictator, dicere meaning to name. Others say, that he is named dictator, because his word is a law, and he orders what he pleases, without submitting it to the vote. For the Romans call the orders of magistrates, Edicts.
After this, he started to move against Hannibal. While the other consuls and commanders, after their defeat at Cannae, all used the same strategy of avoiding battle with Hannibal—none having the courage to confront him on the battlefield—Marcellus took a different approach. He believed that Italy would be ruined by the delay they thought would wear Hannibal down, and that Fabius, who clung to his cautious strategy, was waiting to see the war end while Rome itself was slowly deteriorating. This was akin to timid doctors who, fearing to give treatment, believe that the patient's weakening strength is a sign that the disease is fading. First, he reclaimed the major cities of the Samnites that had revolted, finding a large supply of grain and money, as well as three thousand of Hannibal's soldiers left behind for defense. Soon after, proconsul Cnaeus Fulvius and eleven tribunes were killed in Apulia, and most of the army was wiped out at the same time. Fulvius sent letters to Rome urging the people to stay hopeful because he was marching against Hannibal to turn his triumph into sadness. However, when these letters were read, Livy notes that the people were not only disheartened but even more so than before, as they thought the danger was greater since Marcellus was more valuable than Fulvius. As he stated in his letters, he moved into the territories of the Lucanians and encountered Hannibal at Numistro. The enemy remained on the hills, so he set up his camp on level ground and, the next day, organized his troops for battle. Hannibal accepted the challenge. They fought fiercely for a long time, with victory hanging in the balance until nightfall ended their conflict after three hours. The next day, as soon as the sun rose, Marcellus reassembled his troops among the dead bodies of the slain, urging Hannibal to settle the matter with another fight. When Hannibal withdrew, Marcellus collected the enemy's spoils and buried his fallen soldiers while closely pursuing him. Although Hannibal often used tricks and ambushes to trap Marcellus, he never succeeded. Through various skirmishes, all of which he won, Marcellus earned such a strong reputation that when the time for the Comitia in Rome was approaching, the senate decided it was better to recall the other consul from Sicily than to pull Marcellus from his fight with Hannibal. Upon his arrival, they asked him to appoint Quintus Fulvius as dictator. The dictator is not chosen by the people or the senate but is appointed by the consul or praetor before the popular assembly, who names their choice. Thus, he is called dictator, deriving from the word dicere, meaning to name. Others say he is called dictator because his word is law, and he can make decisions without a vote. The Romans refer to the orders of magistrates as edicts.
And now because Marcellus’s colleague, who was recalled from Sicily, had a mind to name another man dictator, and would not be forced to change his opinion, he sailed away by night back to Sicily. So the common people made an order, that Quintus Fulvius should be chosen dictator: and the senate, by an express, commanded Marcellus to nominate him. He obeying proclaimed him dictator according to the order of the people; but the office of proconsul was continued to himself for a year. And having arranged with Fabius Maximus, that while he besieged Tarentum, he himself would, by following Hannibal and drawing him up and down, detain him from coming to the relief of the Tarentines, he overtook him at Canusium: and as Hannibal often shifted his camp, and still declined the combat, he everywhere sought to engage him. At last pressing upon him while encamping, by light skirmishes he provoked him to a battle; but night again divided them in the very heat of the conflict. The next day Marcellus again showed himself in arms, and brought up his forces in array. Hannibal, in extreme grief, called his Carthaginians together to an harangue; and vehemently prayed them, to fight today worthily of all their former successes; “For you see,” said he, “how, after such great victories, we have not liberty to respire, nor to repose ourselves, though victors; unless we drive this man back.” Then the two armies joining battle, fought fiercely; when the event of an untimely movement showed Marcellus to have been guilty of an error. The right wing being hard pressed upon, he commanded one of the legions to be brought up to the front. This change disturbing the array and posture of the legions, gave the victory to the enemies; and there fell two thousand seven hundred Romans. Marcellus, after he had retreated into his camp, called his soldiers together; “I see,” said he, “many Roman arms and bodies, but I see not so much as one Roman.” To their entreaties for his pardon, he returned a refusal while they remained beaten, but promised to give it so soon as they should overcome; and he resolved to bring them into the field again the next day, that the fame of their victory might arrive at Rome before that of their flight. Dismissing the assembly, he commanded barley instead of wheat to be given to those companies that had turned their backs. These rebukes were so bitter to the soldiers, that though a great number of them were grievously wounded, yet they relate there was not one to whom the general’s oration was not more painful and smarting than his wounds.
And now, because Marcellus’s colleague, who had been called back from Sicily, wanted to name another guy as dictator and wouldn’t change his mind, he sailed back to Sicily at night. So the common people decided that Quintus Fulvius should be chosen dictator, and the Senate specifically ordered Marcellus to nominate him. He followed their orders and declared him dictator as the people requested; however, he kept the title of proconsul for himself for another year. After arranging with Fabius Maximus that while he besieged Tarentum, Marcellus would chase after Hannibal to keep him from coming to help the Tarentines, he caught up with him at Canusium. Since Hannibal kept moving his camp and avoiding battle, Marcellus tried everywhere to engage him. Eventually, he pressed him while Hannibal was camped, and through light skirmishes, he pushed him into battle, but night fell just as the conflict was heating up. The next day, Marcellus again showed up in armor and lined up his forces. Hannibal, deeply saddened, gathered his Carthaginians for a speech and passionately urged them to fight today as they had in all their previous victories. “You see,” he said, “after such great victories, we still don’t have the freedom to rest, even as winners, unless we push this man back.” Then the two armies clashed fiercely; however, a mistake during the battle revealed Marcellus’s error. As the right flank was being heavily attacked, he ordered one of the legions to move to the front. This change disrupted the formation of the legions and led to the enemies winning; two thousand seven hundred Romans fell. After retreating to his camp, Marcellus called his soldiers together. “I see,” he said, “many Roman weapons and bodies, but I don’t see a single Roman.” When they begged for his forgiveness, he refused while they remained defeated but promised to forgive them as soon as they won. He planned to take them back into battle the next day so that news of their victory would reach Rome before the news of their defeat. Dismissing the gathering, he ordered that barley be given instead of wheat to the companies that had turned tail. These rebukes were so harsh for the soldiers that even though many were seriously wounded, they reported that not one felt more pain from his wounds than from the general’s speech.
The day breaking, a scarlet toga, the sign of instant battle, was displayed. The companies marked with ignominy, begged they might be posted in the foremost place, and obtained their request. Then the tribunes bring forth the rest of the forces, and draw them up. On news of which, “O strange!” said Hannibal, “what will you do with this man, who can bear neither good nor bad fortune? He is the only man who neither suffers us to rest when he is victor, nor rests himself when he is overcome. We shall have, it seems, perpetually to fight with him; as in good success his confidence, and in ill success his shame, still urges him to some further enterprise?” Then the armies engaged. When the fight was doubtful, Hannibal commanded the elephants to be brought into the first battalion, and to be driven upon the van of the Romans. When the beasts, trampling upon many, soon caused disorder, Flavius, a tribune of soldiers, snatching an ensign, meets them, and wounding the first elephant with the spike at the bottom of the ensign staff, puts him to flight. The beast turned round upon the next, and drove back both him and the rest that followed. Marcellus, seeing this, pours in his horse with great force upon the elephants, and upon the enemy disordered by their flight. The horse, making a fierce impression, pursued the Carthaginians home to their camp, while the elephants, wounded, and running upon their own party, caused a considerable slaughter. It is said, more than eight thousand were slain; of the Roman army three thousand, and almost all wounded. This gave Hannibal opportunity to retire in the silence of the night, and to remove to greater distance from Marcellus; who was kept from pursuing by the number of his wounded men, and removed, by gentle marches, into Campania, and spent the summer at Sinuessa, engaged in restoring them.
As dawn broke, a red toga, signaling an imminent battle, was displayed. The companies, marked with shame, pleaded to be placed at the front line and got their wish. Then the tribunes brought out the rest of the troops and organized them. Upon hearing this, Hannibal exclaimed, “How strange! What will you do with this man who can’t handle either victory or defeat? He’s the only one who doesn’t let us rest when he wins, nor does he take a break when he loses. It seems we’ll have to keep fighting him; his confidence in success and his shame in failure push him to keep trying!” Then the armies clashed. When the battle became uncertain, Hannibal ordered the elephants to be brought into the front line and sent against the Roman vanguard. The elephants, trampling over many, quickly caused chaos. Flavius, a tribune, seized a standard and confronted them, wounding the first elephant with the spike at the end of the standard, sending it into a panic. The elephant turned and charged at the next one, driving it and the others that followed back. Marcellus, seeing this, launched his cavalry forcefully at the elephants and the disorganized enemy. The cavalry made a powerful impact, chasing the Carthaginians back to their camp, while the wounded elephants, now out of control, inflicted heavy casualties on their own side. It’s said that over eight thousand were killed; three thousand from the Roman army, most of them wounded. This gave Hannibal a chance to retreat quietly at night and distance himself from Marcellus, who couldn’t pursue because of his wounded men, and slowly moved into Campania, spending the summer in Sinuessa, working on their recovery.
But as Hannibal, having disentangled himself from Marcellus, ranged with his army round about the country, and wasted Italy free from all fear, at Rome Marcellus was evil spoken of. His detractors induced Publicius Bibulus, tribune of the people, an eloquent and violent man, to undertake his accusation. He, by assiduous harangues, prevailed upon the people to withdraw from Marcellus the command of the army; “Seeing that Marcellus,” said he, “after brief exercise in the war, has withdrawn as it might be from the wrestling ground to the warm baths to refresh himself.” Marcellus, on hearing this, appointed lieutenants over his camp, and hasted to Rome to refute the charges against him: and there found ready drawn up an impeachment consisting of these calumnies. At the day prefixed, in the Flaminian circus, into which place the people had assembled themselves, Bibulus rose and accused him. Marcellus himself answered, briefly and simply: but the first and most approved men of the city spoke largely and in high terms, very freely advising the people not to show themselves worse judges than the enemy, condemning Marcellus of timidity, from whom alone of all their captains the enemy fled, and as perpetually endeavored to avoid fighting with him, as to fight with others. When they made an end of speaking, the accuser’s hope to obtain judgment so far deceived him, that Marcellus was not only absolved, but the fifth time created consul.
But as Hannibal, having freed himself from Marcellus, roamed the countryside with his army, causing havoc in Italy without any fear, Marcellus faced criticism in Rome. His opponents convinced Publicius Bibulus, a passionate and eloquent tribune, to accuse him. Through persistent speeches, he persuaded the people to strip Marcellus of his military command, saying, “Since Marcellus, after a short time in the war, has retreated as if from the wrestling ring to the warm baths to refresh himself.” Upon hearing this, Marcellus appointed lieutenants to his camp and hurried to Rome to defend himself against the accusations. There, he found an indictment filled with these slanders. On the scheduled day at the Flaminian Circus, where the people had gathered, Bibulus stood up to accuse him. Marcellus answered briefly and plainly, but some of the city’s most respected citizens spoke at length, urging the people not to be worse judges than the enemy, pointing out that only Marcellus made the enemy flee, as they consistently tried to avoid fighting him more than anyone else. When they finished speaking, the accuser was so misled in his hopes of a guilty verdict that not only was Marcellus acquitted, but he was also elected consul for the fifth time.
No sooner had he entered upon this consulate, but he suppressed a great commotion in Etruria, that had proceeded near to revolt, and visited and quieted the cities. Then, when the dedication of the temple, which he had vowed out of his Sicilian spoils to Honor and Virtue, was objected to by the priests, because they denied that one temple could be lawfully dedicated to two gods, he began to adjoin another to it, resenting the priests’ opposition, and almost converting the thing into an omen. And, truly, many other prodigies also affrighted him; some temples had been struck with lightning, and in Jupiter’s temple mice had gnawed the gold; it was reported also, that an ox had spoke, and that a boy had been born with a head like an elephant’s. All which prodigies had indeed been attended to, but due reconciliation had not been obtained from the gods. The aruspices therefore detained him at Rome, glowing and burning with desire to return to the war. For no man was ever inflamed with so great desire of any thing, as was he to fight a battle with Hannibal. It was the subject of his dreams in the night, the topic of all his consultations with his friends and familiars, nor did he present to the gods any other wish, but that he might meet Hannibal in the field. And I think, that he would most gladly have set upon him, with both armies environed within a single camp. Had he not been even loaded with honors, and had he not given proofs in many ways of his maturity of judgment and of prudence equal to that of any commander, you might have said, that he was agitated by a youthful ambition, above what became a man of that age: for he had passed the sixtieth year of his life when he began his fifth consulship.
As soon as he took office as consul, he put an end to a major uprising in Etruria that was close to turning into a revolt. He visited the cities and calmed the situation. Then, when the priests objected to the dedication of the temple he had promised to build for Honor and Virtue from his spoils in Sicily, claiming that one temple couldn’t be lawfully dedicated to two gods, he decided to add another temple next to it, irritated by the priests’ opposition, turning it almost into a sign. Indeed, many other omens also troubled him; some temples had been struck by lightning, and in Jupiter’s temple, mice had gnawed the gold. It was also reported that an ox had spoken and that a boy had been born with an elephant's head. All of these omens were taken seriously, but the proper appeasement to the gods had not been made. The aruspices therefore kept him in Rome, burning with the desire to return to battle. No one had ever wanted something as much as he wanted to confront Hannibal. It was the focus of his dreams at night and the main topic of all his discussions with friends and associates, and he asked the gods for nothing else but to meet Hannibal in battle. I believe he would have happily gone after him with both armies gathered in a single camp. Had he not been so loaded with honors and demonstrated his maturity and wisdom equal to any commander, one might have thought he was driven by youthful ambition, more than what suited a man his age: he was over sixty when he started his fifth consulship.
The sacrifices having been offered, and all that belonged to the propitiation of the gods performed, according to the prescription of the diviners, he at last with his colleague went forth to carry on the war. He tried all possible means to provoke Hannibal, who at that time had a standing camp betwixt Bantia and Venusia. Hannibal declined an engagement, but having obtained intelligence that some troops were on their way to the town of Locri Epizephyrii, placing an ambush under the little hill of Petelia, he slew two thousand five hundred soldiers. This incensed Marcellus to revenge; and he therefore moved nearer Hannibal. Betwixt the two camps was a little hill, a tolerably secure post, covered with wood; it had steep descents on either side, and there were springs of water seen trickling down. This place was so fit and advantageous, that the Romans wondered that Hannibal, who had come thither before them, had not seized upon it, but had left it to the enemies. But to him the place had seemed commodious indeed for a camp, but yet more commodious for an ambuscade; and to that use he chose to put it. So in the wood and the hollows he hid a number of archers and spearmen, confident that the commodiousness of the place would allure the Romans. Nor was he deceived in his expectation. For presently in the Roman camp they talked and disputed, as if they had all been captains, how the place ought to be seized, and what great advantage they should thereby gain upon the enemies, chiefly if they transferred their camp thither, at any rate, if they strengthened the place with a fort. Marcellus resolved to go, with a few horse, to view it. Having called a diviner he proceeded to sacrifice. In the first victim the aruspex showed him the liver without a head; in the second the head appeared of unusual size, and all the other indications highly promising. When these seemed sufficient to free them from the dread of the former, the diviners declared, that they were all the more terrified by the latter: because entrails too fair and promising, when they appear after others that are maimed and monstrous, render the change doubtful and suspicious But
The sacrifices were made, and everything needed to appease the gods was done, according to what the diviners instructed. Finally, he and his colleague set out to continue the war. He tried everything he could to provoke Hannibal, who at that time had a camp set up between Bantia and Venusia. Hannibal avoided battle, but when he learned that some troops were headed for the town of Locri Epizephyrii, he set an ambush on the small hill of Petelia and killed two thousand five hundred soldiers. This infuriated Marcellus, leading him to seek revenge, so he moved closer to Hannibal. Between the two camps was a small hill, a fairly secure spot covered in woods, with steep drops on either side and springs of water trickling down. The Romans were surprised that Hannibal, who had gotten there before them, hadn't taken the location but had left it for his enemies. However, to Hannibal, the area seemed perfect for a camp but even better for an ambush, and he chose to use it that way. He hid a number of archers and spearmen in the woods and hollows, confident that the strategic nature of the spot would draw in the Romans. He wasn't wrong. Soon, there were discussions in the Roman camp, as if they were all commanders, about how to take the place and the advantages it would bring against the enemy, especially if they moved their camp there and fortified the location. Marcellus decided to go take a look with a few horsemen. He summoned a diviner and made a sacrifice. In the first victim, the aruspex found the liver was missing a head; in the second, the head was unusually large, and all other signs appeared very promising. When these seemed enough to lift their fears from the first sign, the diviners pointed out that they were even more alarmed by the latter: because perfectly fine and hopeful entrails appearing after those that are mangled and monstrous make the change uncertain and suspicious. But
Nor fire nor brazen wall can keep out fate;
Nor fire nor strong walls can keep fate out;
as Pindar observes. Marcellus, therefore, taking with him his colleague Crispinus, and his son, a tribune of soldiers, with two hundred and twenty horse at most, (among whom there was not one Roman, but all were Etruscans, except forty Fregellans, of whose courage and fidelity he had on all occasions received full proof,) goes to view the place. The hill was covered with woods all over; on the top of it sat a scout concealed from the sight of the enemy, but having the Roman camp exposed to his view. Upon signs received from him, the men that were placed in ambush, stirred not till Marcellus came near; and then all starting up in an instant, and encompassing him from all sides, attacked him with darts, struck about and wounded the backs of those that fled, and pressed upon those who resisted. These were the forty Fregellans. For though the Etruscans fled in the very beginning of the fight, the Fregellans formed themselves into a ring, bravely defending the consuls, till Crispinus, struck with two darts, turned his horse to fly away; and Marcellus’s side was run through with a lance with a broad head. Then the Fregellans, also, the few that remained alive, leaving the fallen consul, and rescuing young Marcellus, who also was wounded, got into the camp by flight. There were slain not much above forty; five lictors and eighteen horsemen came alive into the enemy’s hands. Crispinus also died of his wounds a few days after. Such a disaster as the loss of both consuls in a single engagement, was one that had never before befallen the Romans.
as Pindar notes. Marcellus, then, along with his colleague Crispinus and his son, who was a tribune, took with him a maximum of two hundred and twenty cavalry (none of whom were Roman, all being Etruscans, except for forty from Fregella, whose bravery and loyalty he had consistently confirmed), went to inspect the area. The hill was entirely covered with woods; at the top, a hidden scout watched the enemy but had a clear view of the Roman camp. Upon receiving signals from him, the men in ambush did not stir until Marcellus approached; then, all of a sudden, they sprang up and surrounded him, attacking with darts, striking down and injuring the backs of those who fled, while pressing hard on those who stood their ground. These were the forty Fregellans. Even though the Etruscans fled right at the start of the fight, the Fregellans formed a circle, bravely defending the consuls until Crispinus, hit by two darts, turned his horse to escape; and Marcellus was pierced through the side by a broad-headed lance. Then the remaining Fregellans, leaving their fallen consul and rescuing the young Marcellus, who was also wounded, fled into the camp. No more than forty were killed; five lictors and eighteen horsemen were captured alive by the enemy. Crispinus also died from his wounds a few days later. Such a disaster as the loss of both consuls in a single battle had never happened to the Romans before.
Hannibal, little valuing the other events, so soon as he was told of Marcellus’s death, immediately hasted to the hilt. Viewing the body, and continuing for some time to observe its strength and shape, he allowed not a word to fall from him expressive of the least pride or arrogancy, nor did he show in his countenance any sign of gladness, as another perhaps would have done, when his fierce and troublesome enemy had been taken away; but amazed by so sudden and unexpected an end, taking off nothing but his ring, gave order to have the body properly clad and adorned, and honorably burned. The relics, put into a silver urn, with a crown of gold to cover it, he sent back to his son. But some of the Numidians setting upon those that were carrying the urn, took it from them by force, and cast away the bones; which being told to Hannibal, “It is impossible, it seems then,” he said, “to do anything against the will of God!” He punished the Numidians; but took no further care of sending or recollecting the bones; conceiving that Marcellus so fell, and so lay unburied, by a certain fate. So Cornelius Nepos and Valerius Maximus have left upon record: but Livy and Augustus Caesar affirm, that the urn was brought to his son, and honored with a magnificent funeral. Besides the monuments raised for him at Rome, there was dedicated to his memory at Catana in Sicily, an ample wrestling place called after him; statues and pictures, out of those he took from Syracuse, were set up in Samothrace, in the temple of the gods, named Cabiri, and in that of Minerva at Lindus, where also there was a statue of him, says Posidonius, with the following inscription:
Hannibal, not caring much about other events, rushed to the scene as soon as he heard about Marcellus’s death. He examined the body, taking time to appreciate its strength and form, and not a word of pride or arrogance escaped his lips. He showed no sign of joy, as someone else might have, at the loss of such a fierce and troublesome enemy. Instead, he was stunned by the sudden and unexpected end. He removed only his ring and ordered the body to be properly dressed and honored in a funeral pyre. The remains were placed in a silver urn, covered with a gold crown, and sent back to his son. However, some Numidians attacked those carrying the urn, stealing it by force and discarding the bones. When this was reported to Hannibal, he said, “It seems impossible to go against the will of God!” He punished the Numidians but took no further action to retrieve the bones, believing that Marcellus had met his fate and would lie unburied. Cornelius Nepos and Valerius Maximus recorded this, but Livy and Augustus Caesar state that the urn was delivered to his son and honored with a grand funeral. In addition to the monuments erected for him in Rome, there was an impressive wrestling venue dedicated to his memory in Catana, Sicily. Statues and paintings from Syracuse were displayed in Samothrace in the temple of the gods called Cabiri, and in the temple of Minerva at Lindus, where, according to Posidonius, there was a statue of him with the following inscription:
This was, O stranger, once Rome’s star divine,
Claudius Marcellus of an ancient line;
To fight her wars seven times her consul made,
Low in the dust her enemies he laid.
This was, oh stranger, once Rome’s shining star,
Claudius Marcellus from a long line;
He was made consul seven times to fight her wars,
And he brought her enemies low in the dust.
The writer of the inscription has added to Marcellus’s five consulates, his two proconsulates. His progeny continued in high honor even down to Marcellus, son of Octavia, sister of Augustus, whom she bore to her husband Caius Marcellus; and who died, a bridegroom, in the year of his aedileship, having not long before married Caesar’s daughter. His mother, Octavia, dedicated the library to his honor and memory, and Caesar, the theater which bears his name.
The author of the inscription included Marcellus's five terms as consul and his two terms as proconsul. His descendants remained in high esteem all the way to Marcellus, son of Octavia, Augustus's sister, whom she had with her husband Caius Marcellus; he died as a newlywed in the year he served as aedile, having recently married Caesar's daughter. His mother, Octavia, dedicated a library in his honor, and Caesar dedicated the theater that carries his name.
COMPARISION OF PELOPIDAS WITH MARCELLUS
These are the memorable things I have found in historians, concerning Marcellus and Pelopidas. Betwixt which two great men, though in natural character and manners they nearly resembled each other, because both were valiant and diligent, daring and high-spirited, there was yet some diversity in the one point, that Marcellus in many cities which he reduced under his power, committed great slaughter; but Epaminondas and Pelopidas never after any victory put men to death, or reduced citizens to slavery. And we are told, too, that the Thebans would not, had these been present, have taken the measures they did, against the Orchomenians. Marcellus’s exploits against the Gauls are admirable and ample; when, accompanied by a few horse, he defeated and put to fight a vast number of horse and foot together, (an action you cannot easily in historians find to have been done by any other captain,) and took their king prisoner. To which honor Pelopidas aspired, but did not attain; he was killed by the tyrant in the attempt. But to these you may perhaps oppose those two most glorious battles at Leuctra and Tegyrae; and we have no statement of any achievement of Marcellus, by stealth or ambuscade, such as were those of Pelopidas, when he returned from exile, and killed the tyrants at Thebes; which, indeed, may claim to be called the first in rank of all achievements ever performed by secrecy and cunning. Hannibal was, indeed, a most formidable enemy for the Romans but so for that matter were the Lacedaemonians for the Thebans. And that these were, in the fights of Leuctra and Tegyrae, beaten and put to fight by Pelopidas, is confessed; whereas, Polybius writes, that Hannibal was never so much as once vanquished by Marcellus, but remained invincible in all encounters, till Scipio came. I myself, indeed, have followed rather Livy, Caesar, Cornelius Nepos, and, among the Greeks, king Juba, in stating that the troops of Hannibal were in some encounters routed and put to flight by Marcellus; but certainly these defeats conduced little to the sum of the war. It would seem as if they had been merely feints of some sort on the part of the Carthaginian. What was indeed truly and really admirable was, that the Romans, after the defeat of so many armies, the slaughter of so many captains, and, in fine, the confusion of almost the whole Roman empire, still showed a courage equal to their losses, and were as willing as their enemies to engage in new battles. And Marcellus was the one man who overcame the great and inveterate fear and dread, and revived, raised, and confirmed the spirits of the soldiers to that degree of emulation and bravery, that would not let them easily yield the victory, but made them contend for it to the last. For the same men, whom continual defeats had accustomed to think themselves happy, if they could but save themselves by running from Hannibal, were by him taught to esteem it base and ignominious to return safe but unsuccessful; to be ashamed to confess that they had yielded one step in the terrors of the fight; and to grieve to extremity if they were not victorious.
These are the significant insights I've gathered from historians about Marcellus and Pelopidas. Between these two great men, although they were similar in character and demeanor—both being brave, hardworking, bold, and spirited—there was a notable difference. Marcellus, in several cities he conquered, caused significant bloodshed; however, Epaminondas and Pelopidas never executed anyone after a victory or enslaved citizens. It’s said that the Thebans would not have taken the actions they did against the Orchomenians had these two been present. Marcellus's feats against the Gauls are remarkable; accompanied by only a few cavalry, he defeated a large number of both cavalry and infantry (something that’s hard to find in any other commander’s record) and captured their king. Pelopidas aspired to this honor but didn’t achieve it; he was killed by the tyrant in the attempt. However, you might counter with the two glorious battles at Leuctra and Tegyrae. Additionally, there’s no record of any stealthy or ambush achievements from Marcellus, like those of Pelopidas when he returned from exile and killed the tyrants in Thebes; these acts could indeed be considered the pinnacle of covert operations. Hannibal was certainly a formidable foe for the Romans, just as the Lacedaemonians were for the Thebans. It’s acknowledged that in the battles of Leuctra and Tegyrae, the Thebans were defeated by Pelopidas, while Polybius notes that Marcellus never actually vanquished Hannibal, who remained undefeated in all encounters until Scipio arrived. I personally lean more towards Livy, Caesar, Cornelius Nepos, and among the Greeks, King Juba, in stating that Hannibal's troops were defeated and routed by Marcellus in some encounters, but those defeats did little to impact the overall war. It seemed as if they were merely tricks on the part of the Carthaginian forces. What was truly impressive was that after enduring so many army defeats, the deaths of numerous commanders, and the overall chaos of nearly the entire Roman empire, the Romans still displayed courage equal to their losses and were just as eager as their enemies to engage in new battles. Marcellus was the one man who overcame the deep fear and dread, lifting and boosting the soldiers’ spirits to a level of rivalry and courage that wouldn’t allow them to easily surrender victory but made them fight for it until the end. The very same men, who had become accustomed to defeat and considered themselves fortunate if they could escape from Hannibal, were taught by him to view it as shameful to return safely without success; they felt embarrassed to admit they had retreated even slightly from the battle’s fears and were deeply distressed if they weren’t victorious.
In short, as Pelopidas was never overcome in any battle, where himself was present and commanded in chief, and as Marcellus gained more victories than any of his contemporaries, truly he that could not be easily overcome, considering his many successes, may fairly be compared with him who was undefeated. Marcellus took Syracuse; whereas Pelopidas was frustrated of his hope of capturing Sparta. But in my judgment, it was more difficult to advance his standard even to the walls of Sparta, and to be the first of mortals that ever passed the river Eurotas in arms, than it was to reduce Sicily; unless, indeed, we say that that adventure is with more of right to be attributed to Epaminondas, as was also the Leuctrian battle; whereas Marcellus’s renown, and the glory of his brave actions came entire and undiminished to him alone. For he alone took Syracuse; and without his colleague’s help defeated the Gauls, and, when all others declined, alone, without one companion, ventured to engage with Hannibal; and changing the aspect of the war first showed the example of daring to attack him.
In short, since Pelopidas was never defeated in any battle where he was present and in command, and since Marcellus achieved more victories than any of his peers, it's fair to compare someone who was difficult to defeat, like him, to someone who remained undefeated. Marcellus conquered Syracuse, while Pelopidas fell short of capturing Sparta. However, in my opinion, it was more challenging for him to advance his troops even to the walls of Sparta and to be the first person in history to cross the river Eurotas in armor than it was to take Sicily; unless we argue that task should be credited more to Epaminondas, as well as the battle of Leuctra, while Marcellus’s fame and the glory of his heroic deeds belong entirely to him. He alone captured Syracuse; without his colleague’s assistance, he defeated the Gauls, and when everyone else hesitated, he took the risk to confront Hannibal all by himself, changing the course of the war and setting the example of bravery in attacking him.
I cannot commend the death of either of these great men; the suddenness and strangeness of their ends gives me a feeling rather of pain and distress. Hannibal has my admiration, who, in so many severe conflicts, more than can be reckoned in one day, never received so much as one wound. I honor Chrysantes also, (in Xenophon’s Cyropaedia,) who, having raised his sword in the act of striking his enemy, so soon as a retreat was sounded, left him, and retired sedately and modestly. Yet the anger which provoked Pelopidas to pursue revenge in the heat of fight, may excuse him.
I can't praise the deaths of either of these great men; the suddenness and oddity of their endings leave me feeling pain and distress. I admire Hannibal, who, through so many fierce battles—more than you could count in a day—never received a single wound. I also respect Chrysantes (in Xenophon’s Cyropaedia), who, when he raised his sword to strike his enemy, immediately left him and retreated calmly and modestly as soon as a retreat was called. Yet, the anger that drove Pelopidas to seek revenge in the heat of battle might excuse him.
The first thing for a captain is to gain
Safe victory; the next to be with honor slain,
The first priority for a captain is to achieve a safe victory; the next is to die with honor,
as Euripides says. For then he cannot be said to suffer death; it is rather to be called an action. The very object, too, of Pelopidas’s victory, which consisted in the slaughter of the tyrant, presenting itself to his eyes, did not wholly carry him away unadvisedly: he could not easily expect again to have another equally glorious occasion for the exercise of his courage, in a noble and honorable cause. But Marcellus, when it made little to his advantage, and when no such violent ardor as present danger naturally calls out transported him to passion, throwing himself into danger, fell into an unexplored ambush; he, namely, who had borne five consulates, led three triumphs, won the spoils and glories of kings and victories, to act the part of a mere scout or sentinel, and to expose all his achievements to be trod under foot by the mercenary Spaniards and Numidians, who sold themselves and their lives to the Carthaginians; so that even they themselves felt unworthy, and almost grudged themselves the unhoped for success of having cut off, among a few Fregellan scouts, the most valiant, the most potent, and most renowned of the Romans. Let no man think that we have thus spoken out of a design to accuse these noble men; it is merely an expression of frank indignation in their own behalf, at seeing them thus wasting all their other virtues upon that of bravery, and throwing away their lives, as if the loss would be only felt by themselves, and not by their country, allies, and friends.
as Euripides says. For then he can’t be said to suffer death; it’s more like taking action. The very goal of Pelopidas’s victory, which was to kill the tyrant, didn’t completely take him by surprise; he couldn’t easily expect to have another equally glorious chance to show his courage in a noble and honorable cause. But Marcellus, when it was of little benefit to him, and when there was no intense passion born from immediate danger to drive him, threw himself into danger and fell into an unexpected ambush; he was the one who had held five consulships, led three triumphs, and won the spoils and honors of kings and victories, now reduced to acting like a mere scout or lookout, risking everything he had achieved to be trampled by the hired Spaniards and Numidians, who sold themselves and their lives to the Carthaginians; even they felt unworthy and were almost resentful of the unexpected success they had in cutting down among a few Fregellan scouts the most courageous, powerful, and renowned of the Romans. Let no one think we speak this way to accuse these noble men; it is simply a genuine expression of frustration on their behalf, at seeing them squandering all their other virtues on just bravery, and throwing away their lives as if the loss would only affect them, and not their country, allies, and friends.
After Pelopidas’s death, his friends, for whom he died, made a funeral for him; the enemies, by whom he had been killed, made one for Marcellus. A noble and happy lot indeed the former, yet there is something higher and greater in the admiration rendered by enemies to the virtue that had been their own obstacle, than in the grateful acknowledgments of friends. Since, in the one case, it is virtue alone that challenges itself the honor; while, in the other, it may be rather men’s personal profit and advantage that is the real origin of what they do.
After Pelopidas’s death, his friends, for whom he died, held a funeral for him; the enemies, who had killed him, held one for Marcellus. The former had a noble and fortunate fate, but there is something deeper and greater in the respect given by enemies to the virtue that stood in their way than in the grateful acknowledgments of friends. In one case, it is virtue alone that claims the honor; while in the other, it may be more about people’s personal gain and benefit that truly motivates their actions.
ARISTIDES
Aristides, the son of Lysimachus, was of the tribe Antiochis, and township of Alopece. As to his wealth, statements differ; some say he passed his life in extreme poverty, and left behind him two daughters whose indigence long kept them unmarried: but Demetrius, the Phalerian, in opposition to this general report, professes in his Socrates, to know a farm at Phalerum going by Aristides’s name, where he was interred; and, as marks of his opulence, adduces first, the office of archon eponymus, which he obtained by the lot of the bean; which was confined to the highest assessed families, called the Pentacosiomedimni; second, the ostracism, which was not usually inflicted on the poorer citizens, but on those of great houses, whose elation exposed them to envy; third and last, that he left certain tripods in the temple of Bacchus, offerings for his victory in conducting the representation of dramatic performances, which were even in our age still to be seen, retaining this inscription upon them, “The tribe Antiochis obtained the victory: Aristides defrayed the charges: Archestratus’s play was acted.” But this argument, though in appearance the strongest, is of the least moment of any. For Epaminondas, who all the world knows was educated, and lived his whole life, in much poverty, and also Plato, the philosopher, exhibited magnificent shows, the one an entertainment of flute-players the other of dithyrambic singers; Dion, the Syracusan, supplying the expenses of the latter, and Pelopidas those of Epaminondas. For good men do not allow themselves in any inveterate and irreconcilable hostility to receiving presents from their friends, but while looking upon those that are accepted to be hoarded up and with avaricious intentions, as sordid and mean, they do not refuse such as, apart from all profit, gratify the pure love of honor and magnificence. Panaetius, again, shows that Demetrius was deceived concerning the tripod by an identity of name. For, from the Persian war to the end of the Peloponnesian, there are upon record only two of the name of Aristides, who defrayed the expense of representing plays and gained the prize neither of which was the same with the son of Lysimachus; but the father of the one was Xenophilus, and the other lived at a much later time, as the way of writing, which is that in use since the time of Euclides, and the addition of the name of Archestratus prove, a name which, in the time of the Persian war, no writer mentions, but which several, during the Peloponnesian war, record as that of a dramatic poet. The argument of Panaetius requires to be more closely considered. But as for the ostracism, everyone was liable to it, whom his reputation, birth, or eloquence raised above the common level; insomuch that even Damon, preceptor to Pericles, was thus banished, because he seemed a man of more than ordinary sense. And, moreover, Idomeneus says, that Aristides was not made archon by the lot of the bean, but the free election of the people. And if he held the office after the battle of Plataea, as Demetrius himself has written, it is very probable that his great reputation and success in the war, made him be preferred for his virtue to an office which others received in consideration of their wealth. But Demetrius manifestly is eager not only to exempt Aristides but Socrates likewise, from poverty, as from a great evil; telling us that the latter had not only a house of his own, but also seventy minae put out at interest with Crito.
Aristides, the son of Lysimachus, came from the Antiochis tribe and the Alopece township. There are differing accounts about his wealth; some say he lived in extreme poverty and left behind two daughters whose financial struggles kept them from marrying. However, Demetrius of Phalerum, contradicting this common belief, claims in his work Socrates that he knows of a farm in Phalerum named after Aristides, where he was buried. To argue for his wealth, he points out three things: first, Aristides held the office of archon eponymus, which he won through a lottery involving beans, a position reserved for the wealthiest families known as the Pentacosiomedimni; second, ostracism was usually aimed at affluent citizens, not the poor, as it targeted those whose high status drew envy; and lastly, Aristides left certain tripods in the temple of Bacchus as offerings for his success in staging dramatic performances. These tripods, which can still be seen today, have an inscription stating, “The tribe Antiochis won the victory: Aristides covered the expenses: Archestratus’s play was performed.” Although this argument appears strong, it’s actually one of the least significant. Epaminondas, who is well-known for living in poverty, and the philosopher Plato, both hosted grand events—one featuring flute players and the other, dithyrambic singers. Dion of Syracuse funded the latter, while Pelopidas covered the costs for Epaminondas. Good people don’t completely reject gifts from friends, recognizing that accepting presents meant for honor and grandeur isn’t greedy, even if they believe others hoard gifts for profit. Panaetius further argues that Demetrius was mistaken about the tripod due to name similarities. From the Persian War until the end of the Peloponnesian War, only two individuals named Aristides are recorded as funding plays, and neither was the son of Lysimachus; one’s father was Xenophilus, and the other lived much later, as shown by writing styles that began with Euclides and the mention of Archestratus, which, during the Persian War, no writer refers to, but several acknowledge during the Peloponnesian War as a dramatic poet. Panaetius’s argument requires deeper analysis. Regarding ostracism, anyone whose reputation, lineage, or eloquence set them apart could be subject to it; even Damon, Pericles’s mentor, was banished because he was perceived as unusually intelligent. Moreover, Idomeneus states that Aristides was not chosen as archon by the lottery of beans, but through the people’s free election. If he held the office after the Battle of Plataea, as Demetrius claims, it’s likely that his esteemed reputation and military success led to him being chosen for this role, while others held it due to their wealth. However, Demetrius clearly wants to clear Aristides and Socrates from being associated with poverty as a great evil, stating that Socrates not only owned a house but also had seventy minae invested with Crito.
Aristides being the friend and supporter of that Clisthenes, who settled the government after the expulsion of the tyrants, and emulating and admiring Lycurgus the Lacedaemonian above all politicians, adhered to the aristocratical principles of government; and had Themistocles, son to Neocles, his adversary on the side of the populace. Some say that, being boys and bred up together from their infancy, they were always at variance with each other in all their words and actions as well serious as playful, and that in this their early contention they soon made proof of their natural inclinations; the one being ready, adventurous, and subtle, engaging readily and eagerly in everything; the other of a staid and settled temper, intent on the exercise of justice, not admitting any degree of falsity, indecorum, or trickery, no, not so much as at his play. Ariston of Chios says the first origin of the enmity which rose to so great a height, was a love affair; they were rivals for the affection of the beautiful Stesilaus of Ceos, and were passionate beyond all moderation, and did not lay aside their animosity when the beauty that had excited it passed away; but, as if it had only exercised them in it, immediately carried their heats and differences into public business.
Aristides was a friend and supporter of Clisthenes, who established the government after the tyrants were expelled, and he admired Lycurgus the Spartan more than any other politician, sticking to aristocratic principles of governance. On the other hand, he faced opposition from Themistocles, son of Neocles, who represented the common people. Some say that as boys who grew up together, they were always in conflict with one another, whether in serious matters or playful situations. This early rivalry showed their natural tendencies; one was quick, bold, and clever, diving eagerly into everything, while the other was calm and steady, focused on justice and refusing to accept any dishonesty, indecency, or deceit—even in games. Ariston of Chios claims that the intense animosity between them began over a romantic interest; they were rivals for the affection of the beautiful Stesilaus from Ceos, and their passion was excessive. Even after the beauty that sparked their rivalry was gone, they didn't let go of their animosity and quickly transferred their heated disagreements into public affairs.
Themistocles, therefore, joining an association of partisans, fortified himself with considerable strength; insomuch that when some one told him that were he impartial, he would make a good magistrate; “I wish,” replied he, “I may never sit on that tribunal where my friends shall not plead a greater privilege than strangers.” But Aristides walked, so to say, alone on his own path in politics, being unwilling, in the first place, to go along with his associates in ill doing, or to cause them vexation by not gratifying their wishes; and, secondly, observing that many were encouraged by the support they had in their friends to act injuriously, he was cautious; being of opinion that the integrity of his words and actions was the only right security for a good citizen.
Themistocles, therefore, allied himself with a group of supporters, building up considerable strength; so much so that when someone told him that if he were fair, he would make a good official, he replied, “I hope I never have to serve on a court where my friends don’t have more rights than strangers.” On the other hand, Aristides walked his own path in politics, unwilling to join his associates in wrongdoing or to frustrate them by not meeting their demands. He noticed that many were encouraged by their friends' support to behave badly, so he was cautious, believing that the honesty of his words and actions was the only true guarantee of being a good citizen.
However, Themistocles making many dangerous alterations, and withstanding and interrupting him in the whole series of his actions, Aristides also was necessitated to set himself against all Themistocles did, partly in self-defense, and partly to impede his power from still increasing by the favor of the multitude; esteeming it better to let slip some public conveniences, rather than that he by prevailing should become powerful in all things. In fine, when he once had opposed Themistocles in some measures that were expedient, and had got the better of him, he could not refrain from saying, when he left the assembly, that unless they sent Themistocles and himself to the barathrum, there could be no safety for Athens. Another time, when urging some proposal upon the people, though there were much opposition and stirring against it, he yet was gaining the day; but just as the president of the assembly was about to put it to the vote, perceiving by what had been said in debate the inexpediency of his advice, he let it fall. Also he often brought in his bills by other persons, lest Themistocles, through party spirit against him, should be any hindrance to the good of the public.
However, Themistocles made many risky changes, and by opposing and interrupting him in all his actions, Aristides felt he had to stand against everything Themistocles did, partly for self-defense, and partly to prevent him from gaining more power through the support of the people. He thought it was better to forgo some public benefits than to let Themistocles become dominant in everything. Ultimately, after he had successfully opposed some of Themistocles's proposals, he couldn't help but say as he was leaving the assembly that unless they sent both Themistocles and him to the barathrum, there would be no safety for Athens. Another time, while advocating for a proposal to the people, even though there was a lot of opposition and unrest against it, he was making progress; but just as the president of the assembly was about to put it to a vote, he realized, based on what had been said during the debate, that his advice wasn't wise, so he withdrew it. He also frequently brought in his proposals through other people to avoid any obstruction from Themistocles, who might oppose him out of party loyalty against him.
In all the vicissitudes of public affairs, the constancy he showed was admirable, not being elated with honors, and demeaning himself tranquilly and sedately in adversity; holding the opinion that he ought to offer himself to the service of his country without mercenary news and irrespectively of any reward, not only of riches, but even of glory itself. Hence it came, probably, that at the recital of these verses of Aeschylus in the theater, relating to Amphiaraus,
In all the ups and downs of public life, the steadiness he displayed was impressive. He didn’t get carried away by honors and kept himself calm and composed during tough times. He believed that he should serve his country selflessly, without any hope for payment or recognition, not just in terms of wealth, but even glory itself. This probably explains why, when these lines from Aeschylus about Amphiaraus were recited in the theater,
For not at seeming just, but being so
He aims; and from his depth of soil below,
Harvests of wise and prudent counsels grow,
For not just looking fair, but actually being so
He strives; and from the rich ground below,
A yield of wise and thoughtful advice flows,
the eyes of all the spectators turned on Aristides, as if this virtue, in an especial manner, belonged to him.
the eyes of all the spectators focused on Aristides, as if this virtue particularly belonged to him.
He was a most determined champion for justice, not only against feelings of friendship and favor, but wrath and malice. Thus it is reported of him that when prosecuting the law against one who was his enemy, on the judges after accusation refusing to hear the criminal, and proceeding immediately to pass sentence upon him, he rose in haste from his seat and joined in petition with him for a hearing, and that he might enjoy the privilege of the law. Another time, when judging between two private persons, on the one declaring his adversary had very much injured Aristides; “Tell me rather, good friend,” he said, “what wrong he has done you: for it is your cause, not my own, which I now sit judge of.” Being chosen to the charge of the public revenue, he made it appear that not only those of his time, but the preceding officers, had alienated much treasure, and especially Themistocles:—
He was a very determined advocate for justice, not just against feelings of friendship and bias, but also anger and hostility. It’s said that when he was prosecuting a case against someone he considered an enemy, and the judges, after hearing the accusation, refused to listen to the defendant and immediately passed sentence, he quickly rose from his seat and joined in asking for a fair hearing so the defendant could benefit from legal rights. On another occasion, when mediating between two private individuals and one claimed his opponent had severely wronged Aristides, he responded, “Tell me instead, my good friend, what wrong he has done to you: because it’s your case, not mine, that I’m judging.” When he was appointed to oversee public finances, he demonstrated that not only his contemporaries but also the previous officials had misappropriated a lot of wealth, especially Themistocles.
Well known he was an able man to be,
But with his fingers apt to be too flee.
He was well known as a skilled man,
But his fingers tended to move too quickly.
Therefore, Themistocles associating several persons against Aristides, and impeaching him when he gave in his accounts, caused him to be condemned of robbing the public; so Idomeneus states; but the best and chiefest men of the city much resenting it, he was not only exempted from the fine imposed upon him, but likewise again called to the same employment. Pretending now to repent him of his former practice, and carrying himself with more remissness, he became acceptable to such as pillaged the treasury, by not detecting or calling them to an exact account. So that those who had their fill of the public money began highly to applaud Aristides, and sued to the people, making interest to have him once more chosen treasurer. But when they were upon the point of election, he reproved the Athenians. “When I discharged my office well and faithfully,” said he, “I was insulted and abused; but now that I have allowed the public thieves in a variety of malpractices, I am considered an admirable patriot. I am more ashamed, therefore, of this present honor than of the former sentence; and I commiserate your condition, with whom it is more praiseworthy to oblige ill men than to conserve the revenue of the public.” Saying thus, and proceeding to expose the thefts that had been committed, he stopped the mouths of those who cried him up and vouched for him, but gained real and true commendation from the best men.
So, Themistocles got several people to turn against Aristides and accused him when he submitted his financial accounts, which led to his conviction for stealing from the public; that’s what Idomeneus says. However, the top citizens of the city were very upset about it, so not only was he freed from the fine, but he was also brought back to the same position. Pretending to regret his previous actions and acting more leniently, he became favored by those who were stealing from the treasury, as he didn’t expose or hold them accountable. Consequently, those who were enjoying the public funds began to praise Aristides and lobbied the people to elect him as treasurer again. But when the election was imminent, he admonished the Athenians. "When I performed my duties honestly and diligently," he said, "I faced insults and abuse; but now that I’ve allowed public thieves to commit all sorts of wrongs, I'm seen as a great patriot. I feel more ashamed of this current honor than of the previous sentence, and I sympathize with you, as it seems more commendable to support unscrupulous individuals than to safeguard the public funds." By saying this and exposing the corruption that had occurred, he silenced those who were praising him and earned genuine respect from the most honorable citizens.
When Datis, being sent by Darius under pretense of punishing the Athenians for their burning of Sardis, but in reality to reduce the Greeks under his dominion, landed at Marathon and laid waste the country, among the ten commanders appointed by the Athenians for the war, Militiades was of the greatest name; but the second place, both for reputation and power, was possessed by Aristides: and when his opinion to join battle was added to that of Miltiades, it did much to incline the balance. Every leader by his day having the command in chief when it came to Aristides’ turn, he delivered it into the hands of Miltiades, showing his fellow officers, that it is not dishonorable to obey and follow wise and able men, but, on the contrary, noble and prudent. So appeasing their rivalry, and bringing them to acquiesce in one and the best advice, he confirmed Miltiades in the strength of an undivided and unmolested authority. For now everyone, yielding his day of command, looked for orders only to him. During the fight the main body of the Athenians being the hardest put to it, the barbarians, for a long time, making opposition there against the tribes Leontis and Antiochis, Themistocles and Aristides being ranged together, fought valiantly; the one being of the tribe Leontis, the other of the Antiochis. But after they had beaten the barbarians back to their ships, and perceived that they sailed not for the isles, but were driven in by the force of sea and wind towards the country of Attica; fearing lest they should take the city, unprovided of defense, they hurried away thither with nine tribes, and reached it the same day. Aristides, being left with his tribe at Marathon to guard the plunder and prisoners, did not disappoint the opinion they had of him. Amidst the profusion of gold and silver, all sorts of apparel, and other property, more than can be mentioned, that were in the tents and the vessels which they had taken, he neither felt the desire to meddle with anything himself, nor suffered others to do it; unless it might be some who took away anything unknown to him; as Callias, the torchbearer, did. One of the barbarians, it seems, prostrated himself before this man, supposing him to be a king by his hair and fillet; and, when he had so done, taking him by the hand, showed him a great quantity of gold hid in a ditch. But Callias, most cruel and impious of men, took away the treasure, but slew the man, lest he should tell of him. Hence, they say, the comic poets gave his family the name of Laccopluti, or enriched by the ditch, alluding to the place where Callias found the gold. Aristides, immediately after this, was archon; although Demetrius, the Phalerian, says he held the office a little before he died, after the battle of Plataea. But in the records of the successors of Xanthippides, in whose year Mardonius was overthrown at Plataea, amongst very many there mentioned, there is not so much as one of the same name as Aristides: while immediately after Phaenippus, during whose term of office they obtained the victory of Marathon, Aristides is registered.
When Datis was sent by Darius under the guise of punishing the Athenians for burning Sardis, but really to bring the Greeks under his control, he landed at Marathon and devastated the area. Among the ten commanders chosen by the Athenians for the war, Miltiades was the most notable, while Aristides held the second position in both reputation and influence. When Aristides agreed with Miltiades' suggestion to engage in battle, it significantly swayed their decision. Each leader took turns in command, and when it was Aristides’ turn, he handed it over to Miltiades, demonstrating to his fellow officers that it's not dishonorable to follow wise and capable leaders; in fact, it's noble and wise. By calming their rivalry and uniting them behind the best advice, he strengthened Miltiades' position with full and uncontested authority. Now, everyone deferred their command to him for directions. During the battle, the main Athenian forces faced the toughest challenge, as the barbarians held their ground against the tribes of Leontis and Antiochis for a long time. Themistocles and Aristides, fighting side by side—one from Leontis and the other from Antiochis—fought bravely. After they pushed the barbarians back to their ships and realized they weren't sailing away to the islands but were instead being driven back towards Attica by the storm, they worried about the city being unprotected and rushed there with nine tribes, arriving the same day. Aristides stayed behind at Marathon with his tribe to guard the loot and prisoners, and he lived up to their expectations. Amidst the abundance of gold, silver, clothing, and countless other valuables in the tents and vessels they had captured, he neither sought to take anything for himself nor allowed others to do so—except for some who may have taken things unbeknownst to him, like Callias, the torchbearer. One of the barbarians apparently knelt before him, mistaking him for a king because of his hair and headband. After bowing, he took Callias' hand and revealed a stash of gold hidden in a ditch. But Callias, being extremely ruthless and wicked, took the treasure and killed the man to prevent him from reporting it. Because of this, they say the comic poets nicknamed his family Laccopluti, meaning “enriched by the ditch,” referring to where Callias found the gold. Shortly after this incident, Aristides became archon; however, Demetrius of Phalerum claims he held the office just before his death, after the battle of Plataea. Yet, in the records of the successors of Xanthippides—the year when Mardonius was defeated at Plataea—there isn’t a single mention of Aristides among many names listed. Instead, right after Phaenippus' term, when they achieved victory at Marathon, Aristides is recorded.
Of all his virtues, the common people were most affected with his justice, because of its continual and common use; and thus, although of mean fortune and ordinary birth, he possessed himself of the most kingly and divine appellation of Just; which kings, however, and tyrants have never sought after; but have taken delight to be surnamed besiegers of cities, thunderers, conquerors, or eagles again, and hawks ; affecting, it seems, the reputation which proceeds from power and violence, rather than that of virtue. Although the divinity, to whom they desire to compare and assimilate themselves, excels, it is supposed, in three things, immortality, power, and virtue; of which three, the noblest and divinest is virtue. For the elements and vacuum have an everlasting existence; earthquakes, thunders, storms, and torrents have great power; but in justice and equity nothing participates except by means of reason and the knowledge of that which is divine. And thus, taking the three varieties of feeling commonly entertained towards the deity, the sense of his happiness, fear, and honor of him, people would seem to think him blest and happy for his exemption from death and corruption, to fear and dread him for his power and dominion, but to love, honor, and adore him for his justice. Yet though thus disposed, they covet that immortality which our nature is not capable of, and that power the greatest part of which is at the disposal of fortune; but give virtue, the only divine good really in our reach, the last place, most unwisely; since justice makes the life of such as are in prosperity, power, and authority the life of a god, and injustice turns it to that of a beast.
Among all his virtues, the common people were most impressed by his fairness, due to its consistent and widespread application. Even though he came from a modest background and ordinary beginnings, he held the most regal and divine title of Just. In contrast, kings and tyrants have rarely pursued this title, preferring to be known as conquerors, warriors, or symbols like eagles and hawks. They seem to value the reputation that comes from strength and aggression rather than from virtue. While it is believed that the divine, to whom they seek to compare themselves, excels in three areas—immortality, power, and virtue—virtue is considered the noblest and most divine among them. Elements and the void exist eternally; earthquakes, thunderbolts, storms, and floods possess great power. However, true justice and fairness only exist through reason and understanding of what is divine. Thus, regarding the three common feelings people have towards the deity—the sense of his happiness, fear, and respect for him—people may perceive him as blessed and happy for being free from death and corruption; they dread him for his power and rule, but they love, honor, and worship him for his justice. Yet, even with this understanding, they long for an immortality that our nature cannot attain and a power primarily controlled by chance, while they foolishly place virtue, the only truly divine good within our reach, last. After all, justice transforms the lives of those in prosperity, power, and authority into lives resembling those of the gods, while injustice degrades them to a beastly existence.
Aristides, therefore, had at first the fortune to be beloved for this surname, but at length envied. Especially when Themistocles spread a rumor amongst the people, that, by determining and judging all matters privately, he had destroyed the courts of judicature, and was secretly making way for a monarchy in his own person, without the assistance of guards. Moreover, the spirit of the people, now grown high, and confident with their late victory, naturally entertained feelings of dislike to all of more than common fame and reputation. Coming together, therefore, from all parts into the city, they banished Aristides by the ostracism, giving their jealousy of his reputation the name of fear of tyranny. For ostracism was not the punishment of any criminal act, but was speciously said to be the mere depression and humiliation of excessive greatness and power; and was in fact a gentle relief and mitigation of envious feeling, which was thus allowed to vent itself in inflicting no intolerable injury, only a ten years’ banishment. But after it came to be exercised upon base and villainous fellows, they desisted from it; Hyperbolus, being the last whom they banished by the ostracism.
Aristides was initially well-liked for his nickname, but over time, he became the target of envy. This was especially true when Themistocles spread a rumor that Aristides was handling all matters in secret, undermining the courts and paving the way for his own monarchy without any guards. Furthermore, the people, feeling proud and confident after their recent victory, naturally started to resent anyone who stood out or had a greater reputation. As a result, they gathered from all parts of the city and exiled Aristides through ostracism, labeling their jealousy of his reputation as fear of tyranny. Ostracism was not a punishment for any crime; it was supposedly meant to relieve the burden of excessive greatness and power. In reality, it was a way to let out envious feelings without causing severe harm, resulting only in a ten-year banishment. However, once it started to be used against dishonorable people, they stopped using it altogether; Hyperbolus was the last person they exiled through ostracism.
The cause of Hyperbolus’s banishment is said to have been this. Alcibiades and Nicias, men that bore the greatest sway in the city, were of different factions. As the people, therefore, were about to vote the ostracism, and obviously to decree it against one of them, consulting together and uniting their parties, they contrived the banishment of Hyperbolus. Upon which the people, being offended, as if some contempt or affront was put upon the thing, left off and quite abolished it. It was performed, to be short, in this manner. Every one taking an ostracon, a sherd, that is, or piece of earthenware, wrote upon it the citizen’s name he would have banished, and carried it to a certain part of the market-place surrounded with wooden rails. First, the magistrates numbered all the sherds in gross (for if there were less than six thousand, the ostracism was imperfect); then, laying every name by itself, they pronounced him whose name was written by the larger number, banished for ten years, with the enjoyment of his estate. As, therefore, they were writing the names on the sherds, it is reported that an illiterate clownish fellow, giving Aristides his sherd, supposing him a common citizen, begged him to write Aristides upon it; and he being surprised and asking if Aristides had ever done him any injury, “None at all,” said he, “neither know I the man; but I am tired of hearing him everywhere called the Just.” Aristides, hearing this, is said to have made no reply, but returned the sherd with his own name inscribed. At his departure from the city, lifting up his hands to heaven, he made a prayer, (the reverse, it would seem, of that of Achilles,) that the Athenians might never have any occasion which should constrain them to remember Aristides.
The reason for Hyperbolus's banishment is said to have been this. Alcibiades and Nicias, the two most influential men in the city, belonged to opposing factions. As the people were about to vote for an ostracism and clearly going to decree it against one of them, they conferred and united their parties to orchestrate Hyperbolus's banishment. This angered the people, who felt that some disrespect was being shown, and so they abandoned the idea entirely. To sum it up, this is how it went down. Each person took an ostracon, which is a piece of pottery, wrote on it the name of the citizen they wanted to banish, and carried it to a designated area of the marketplace that was surrounded by wooden rails. First, the magistrates counted all the shards, because if there were less than six thousand, the ostracism was invalid; then, they categorized each name and declared the one with the most votes was banished for ten years while still keeping his property. While everyone was writing names on the shards, it is said that an uneducated man handed his shard to Aristides, thinking he was an ordinary citizen, and asked him to write “Aristides” on it. When Aristides, surprised, asked if Aristides had ever wronged him, the man replied, “Not at all, I don't even know him; I'm just tired of hearing him called ‘the Just’ everywhere.” Aristides reportedly said nothing but returned the shard with his own name written on it. As he left the city, he raised his hands to the heavens and prayed, contrary to Achilles's prayer, that the Athenians would never have any reason to remember Aristides.
Nevertheless, three years after, when Xerxes marched through Thessaly and Boeotia into the country of Attica, repealing the law, they decreed the return of the banished: chiefly fearing Aristides, lest, joining himself to the enemy, he should corrupt and bring over many of his fellow-citizens to the party of the barbarians; much mistaking the man, who, already before the decree, was exerting himself to excite and encourage the Greeks to the defense of their liberty. And afterwards, when Themistocles was general with absolute power, he assisted him in all ways both in action and counsel; rendering, in consideration of the common security, the greatest enemy he had the most glorious of men. For when Eurybiades was deliberating to desert the isle of Salamis, and the gallies of the barbarians putting out by night to sea surrounded and beset the narrow passage and islands, and nobody was aware how they were environed, Aristides, with great hazard, sailed from Aegina through the enemy’s fleet; and coming by night to Themistocles’s tent, and calling him out by himself; “If we have any discretion,” said he, “Themistocles, laying aside at this time our vain and childish contention, let us enter upon a safe and honorable dispute, vying with each other for the preservation of Greece; you in the ruling and commanding, I in the subservient and advising part; even, indeed, as I now understand you to be alone adhering to the best advice, in counseling without any delay to engage in the straits. And in this, though our own party oppose, the enemy seems to assist you. For the sea behind, and all around us, is covered with their fleet; so that we are under a necessity of approving ourselves men of courage, and fighting, whether we will or no; for there is no room left us for flight.” To which Themistocles answered, “I would not willingly, Aristides, be overcome by you on this occasion; and shall endeavor, in emulation of this good beginning, to outdo it in my actions.” Also relating to him the stratagem he had framed against the barbarians, he entreated him to persuade Eurybiades and show him how it was impossible they should save themselves without an engagement; as he was the more likely to be believed. Whence, in the council of war, Cleocritus, the Corinthian, telling Themistocles that Aristides did not like his advice, as he was present and said nothing, Aristides answered, That he should not have held his peace if Themistocles had not been giving the best advice; and that he was now silent not out of any good-will to the person, but in approbation of his counsel.
Three years later, when Xerxes marched through Thessaly and Boeotia into Attica, they decided to repeal the law and allow the banished to return, mainly out of fear of Aristides. They worried that he might join the enemy and sway many of his fellow citizens to support the barbarians. They completely misunderstood him, as he had already been actively encouraging the Greeks to defend their freedom even before the decree. Later, when Themistocles held absolute power as general, Aristides supported him in every way, both in action and advice, making his greatest rival into one of the most respected figures. When Eurybiades was considering abandoning the island of Salamis and the Persian ships were surrounding the narrow straits at night, no one realized the danger they were in. Aristides took a great risk by sailing from Aegina through the enemy's fleet. He arrived at Themistocles's tent at night and called him out privately. “If we use any common sense,” he said, “let’s put aside our pointless arguments and focus on what really matters—saving Greece. You should lead and command, while I advise and support you. I can see that you are the only one advocating for immediate action to confront the enemy in the straits. Although our own side might resist, it seems the enemy is actually giving you help; the sea is filled with their ships, leaving us no choice but to fight bravely, whether we want to or not, as there’s no way to flee.” Themistocles replied, “I wouldn’t want to be outdone by you in this situation, Aristides, and I’ll strive to match this noble start with my actions.” He then shared his plan to outsmart the Persians and asked Aristides to convince Eurybiades of the necessity to engage since he would likely be more persuasive. Later, in a war council, when Cleocritus from Corinth told Themistocles that Aristides seemed to disapprove of his advice since he was silent, Aristides responded that he wouldn’t have remained quiet if Themistocles hadn’t been offering the best counsel, and that he was silent now not out of favor for him but in support of his strategy.
Thus the Greek captains were employed. But Aristides perceiving Psyttalea, a small island that lies within the straits over against Salamis, to be filled by a body of the enemy, put aboard his small boats the most forward and courageous of his countrymen, and went ashore upon it; and, joining battle with the barbarians, slew them all, except such more remarkable persons as were taken alive. Amongst these were three children of Sandauce, the king’s sister, whom he immediately sent away to Themistocles, and it is stated that in accordance with a certain oracle, they were, by the command of Euphrantides, the seer, sacrificed to Bacchus, called Omestes, or the devourer. But Aristides, placing armed men all around the island, lay in wait for such as were cast upon it, to the intent that none of his friends should perish, nor any of his enemies escape. For the closest engagement of the ships, and the main fury of the whole battle, seems to have been about this place; for which reason a trophy was erected in Psyttalea.
So the Greek captains were busy. But Aristides noticed that Psyttalea, a small island located within the straits opposite Salamis, was occupied by a group of enemies. He took the bravest of his countrymen and sent them on small boats to the island. Once ashore, they fought the barbarians and killed them all, except for some notable individuals who were captured. Among those captured were three children of Sandauce, the king’s sister, whom he quickly sent to Themistocles. According to reports, following a specific oracle, they were sacrificed to Bacchus, known as Omestes, or the devourer, on the orders of the seer Euphrantides. Meanwhile, Aristides had armed men surrounding the island to watch for anyone who came ashore, ensuring that none of his allies would die and none of the enemy would get away. The fiercest fighting on the ships and the height of the battle seemed to center around this spot, which is why a trophy was set up in Psyttalea.
After the fight, Themistocles, to sound Aristides, told him they had performed a good piece of service, but there was a better yet to be done, the keeping Asia in Europe, by sailing forthwith to the Hellespont, and cutting in sunder the bridge. But Aristides, with an exclamation, bid him think no more of it, but deliberate and find out means for removing the Mede, as quickly as possible, out of Greece; lest being enclosed, through want of means to escape, necessity should compel him to force his way with so great an army. So Themistocles once more dispatched Arnaces, the eunuch, his prisoner, giving him in command privately to advertise the king that he had diverted the Greeks from their intention of setting sail for the bridges, out of the desire he felt to preserve him.
After the battle, Themistocles asked Aristides how they had done a great job, but suggested there was something even better to accomplish—keeping Asia in Europe by immediately sailing to the Hellespont and destroying the bridge. However, Aristides quickly told him to forget about that and focus on figuring out how to get the Medes out of Greece as fast as possible. He warned that if they were trapped and couldn’t escape, they might be forced to fight their way out with such a large army. So, Themistocles sent Arnaces, the eunuch and his prisoner, back to inform the king that he had convinced the Greeks not to sail to the bridges because he wanted to protect him.
Xerxes, being much terrified with this, immediately hasted to the Hellespont. But Mardonius was left with the most serviceable part of the army, about three hundred thousand men, and was a formidable enemy, confident in his infantry, and writing messages of defiance to the Greeks: “You have overcome by sea men accustomed to fight on land, and unskilled at the oar; but there lies now the open country of Thessaly; and the plains of Boeotia offer a broad and worthy field for brave men, either horse or foot, to contend in.” But he sent privately to the Athenians, both by letter and word of mouth from the king, promising to rebuild their city, to give them a vast sum of money, and constitute them lords of all Greece on condition they were not engaged in the war. The Lacedaemonians, receiving news of this, and fearing, dispatched an embassy to the Athenians, entreating that they would send their wives and children to Sparta, and receive support from them for their superannuated. For, being despoiled both of their city and country, the people were suffering extreme distress. Having given audience to the ambassadors, they returned an answer, upon the motion of Aristides, worthy of the highest admiration; declaring, that they forgave their enemies if they thought all things purchasable by wealth, than which they knew nothing of greater value; but that they felt offended at the Lacedaemonians, for looking only to their present poverty and exigence, without any remembrance of their valor and magnanimity, offering them their victuals, to fight in the cause of Greece. Aristides, making this proposal and bringing back the ambassadors into the assembly, charged them to tell the Lacedaemonians that all the treasure on the earth or under it, was of less value with the people of Athens, than the liberty of Greece. And, showing the sun to those who came from Mardonius, “as long as that retains the same course, so long,” said he, “shall the citizens of Athens wage war with the Persians for the country which has been wasted, and the temples that have been profaned and burnt by them.” Moreover, he proposed a decree, that the priests should anathematize him who sent any herald to the Medes, or deserted the alliance of Greece.
Xerxes, very frightened by this, quickly rushed to the Hellespont. Mardonius, however, stayed behind with the most effective part of the army, about three hundred thousand men, and was a strong opponent, confident in his infantry, sending defiant messages to the Greeks: “You have defeated at sea men who are used to fighting on land and aren't skilled at rowing; but now there lies the open fields of Thessaly, and the plains of Boeotia offer a vast and worthy area for brave men, whether cavalry or infantry, to fight in.” He also privately reached out to the Athenians, both by letter and verbally from the king, promising to rebuild their city, give them a large sum of money, and make them the leaders of all Greece as long as they stayed out of the war. The Spartans, upon hearing this and fearing for their safety, sent an embassy to the Athenians, asking them to send their wives and children to Sparta and receive help for their elders. Having lost both their city and land, the people were suffering great distress. After meeting with the ambassadors, they responded, thanks to Aristides, with an answer worthy of the highest praise; stating that they forgave their enemies if they believed everything could be bought with money, which they knew held no greater value than their principles. However, they were offended by the Spartans for focusing only on their current poverty and need, without remembering their bravery and greatness, offering them food to fight for the cause of Greece. Aristides, while bringing the ambassadors back to the assembly, instructed them to tell the Spartans that all the treasures on earth or under it were worth less to the people of Athens than the freedom of Greece. Pointing to the sun for those who came from Mardonius, he said, “As long as it keeps its course, so long shall the citizens of Athens fight against the Persians for the land that has been destroyed and the temples that have been desecrated and burned by them.” He also proposed a decree that the priests should curse anyone who sent a herald to the Medes or abandoned the alliance of Greece.
When Mardonius made a second incursion into the country of Attica, the people passed over again into the isle of Salamis. Aristides, being sent to Lacedaemon, reproved them for their delay and neglect in abandoning Athens once more to the barbarians; and demanded their assistance for that part of Greece, which was not yet lost. The Ephori, hearing this, made show of sporting all day, and of carelessly keeping holy day, (for they were then celebrating the Hyacinthian festival,) but in the night, selecting five thousand Spartans, each of whom was attended by seven Helots, they sent them forth unknown to those from Athens. And when Aristides again reprehended them, they told him in derision that he either doted or dreamed, for the army was already at Oresteum, in their march towards the strangers; as they called the Persians. Aristides answered that they jested unseasonably, deluding their friends, instead of their enemies. Thus says Idomeneus. But in the decree of Aristides, not himself, but Cimon, Xanthippus, and Myronides are appointed ambassadors.
When Mardonius attacked Attica for the second time, the people moved back to the island of Salamis. Aristides was sent to Sparta, where he criticized them for taking too long and neglecting to evacuate Athens once again from the barbarians, and he asked for their help for the part of Greece that was still safe. The Ephori acted like they were enjoying themselves all day and casually observing the holiday, since they were celebrating the Hyacinthian festival. However, at night, they secretly dispatched five thousand Spartans, each accompanied by seven Helots, without letting the Athenians know. When Aristides criticized them again, they mockingly told him he was either crazy or dreaming, as their army was already on the way to Oresteum, heading towards the Persians, whom they referred to as "the strangers." Aristides replied that they were making jokes at the wrong time, misleading their friends instead of their enemies. Thus says Idomeneus. But in Aristides' decree, it was not he, but Cimon, Xanthippus, and Myronides who were appointed as ambassadors.
Being chosen general for the war, he repaired to Plattea, with eight thousand Athenians, where Pausanias, generalissimo of all Greece, joined him with the Spartans; and the forces of the other Greeks came in to them. The whole encampment of the barbarians extended all along the bank of the river Asopus, their numbers being so great, there was no enclosing them all, but their baggage and most valuable things were surrounded with a square bulwark, each side of which was the length of ten furlongs.
Being appointed general for the war, he went to Plataea with eight thousand Athenians, where Pausanias, the overall commander of Greece, met up with him and the Spartans; other Greek forces joined them as well. The entire camp of the enemy stretched along the banks of the river Asopus, and their numbers were so large that they couldn’t all be contained, but their baggage and the most valuable items were enclosed with a square fortress, each side measuring ten furlongs.
Tisamenus, the Elean, had prophesied to Pausanias and all the Greeks, and foretold them victory if they made no attempt upon the enemy, but stood on their defense. But Aristides sending to Delphi, the god answered, that the Athenians should overcome their enemies, in case they made supplication to Jupiter and Juno of Cithaeron, Pan, and the nymphs Sphragitides, and sacrificed to the heroes Androcrates, Leucon, Pisander, Damocrates, Hypsion, Actaeon, and Polyidus; and if they fought within their own territories in the plain of Ceres Eleusinia and Proserpine. Aristides was perplexed upon the tidings of this oracle: since the heroes to whom it commanded him to sacrifice had been chieftains of the Plataeans, and the cave of the nymphs Sphragitides was on the top of Mount Cithaeron, on the side facing the setting sun of summer time; in which place, as the story goes, there was formerly an oracle, and many that lived in the district were inspired with it, whom they called Nympholepti, possessed with the nymphs. But the plain of Ceres Eleusinia, and the offer of victory to the Athenians, if they fought in their own territories, recalled them again, and transferred the war into the country of Attica. In this juncture, Arimnestus, who commanded the Plataeans, dreamed that Jupiter, the Saviour, asked him what the Greeks had resolved upon; and that he answered, “Tomorrow, my Lord, we march our army to Eleusis, and there give the barbarians battle according to the directions of the oracle of Apollo.” And that the god replied, they were utterly mistaken, for that the places spoken of by the oracle were within the bounds of Plataea, and if they sought there they should find them. This manifest vision having appeared to Arimnestus, when he awoke he sent for the most aged and experienced of his countrymen, with whom communicating and examining the matter, he found that near Hysiae, at the foot of Mount Cithaeron, there was a very ancient temple called the temple of Ceres Eleusinia and Proserpine. He therefore forthwith took Aristides to the place, which was very convenient for drawing up an army of foot, because the slopes at the bottom of the mountain Cithaeron rendered the plain, where it comes up to the temple, unfit for the movements of cavalry. Also, in the same place, there was the fane of Androcrates, environed with a thick shady grove. And that the oracle might be accomplished in all particulars for the hope of victory, Arimnestus proposed, and the Plataeans decreed, that the frontiers of their country towards Attica should be removed, and the land given to the Athenians, that they might fight in defense of Greece in their own proper territory. This zeal and liberality of the Plataeans became so famous, that Alexander, many years after, when he had obtained the dominion of all Asia, upon erecting the walls of Plataea, caused proclamation to be made by the herald at the Olympic games, that the king did the Plataeans this favor in consideration of their nobleness and magnanimity, because, in the war with the Medes, they freely gave up their land and zealously fought with the Greeks.
Tisamenus from Elis had prophesied to Pausanias and all the Greeks, predicting victory if they didn't engage the enemy but focused on defense. However, Aristides sent a message to Delphi, and the god replied that the Athenians would defeat their enemies if they prayed to Jupiter and Juno of Cithaeron, Pan, and the nymphs Sphragitides, and sacrificed to the heroes Androcrates, Leucon, Pisander, Damocrates, Hypsion, Actaeon, and Polyidus; and if they fought in their own territory in the plain of Ceres Eleusinia and Proserpine. Aristides was confused by this oracle because the heroes named in the sacrifice were leaders of the Plataeans, and the cave of the nymphs Sphragitides was on top of Mount Cithaeron, facing the summer sunset; it was said there used to be an oracle there, inspiring many locals, who were called Nympholepti, possessed by the nymphs. However, the reference to the plain of Ceres Eleusinia and the promise of victory for the Athenians if they fought in their own territory brought them back to focusing the war in Attica. At this point, Arimnestus, who led the Plataeans, dreamed that Jupiter, the Saviour, asked him what the Greeks had decided. He replied, “Tomorrow, my Lord, we will march our army to Eleusis and confront the barbarians according to Apollo’s oracle.” The god replied that they were completely mistaken because the locations mentioned in the oracle were within Plataea's borders, and if they searched there, they would find them. After this clear vision, Arimnestus woke up and called for the oldest and wisest men from his community. After discussing and investigating the issue, they discovered an ancient temple near Hysiae, at the foot of Mount Cithaeron, known as the temple of Ceres Eleusinia and Proserpine. He then took Aristides to this location, which was ideal for positioning an infantry army since the slopes at the base of Mount Cithaeron made the plain near the temple unsuitable for cavalry. Additionally, there was a shrine to Androcrates surrounded by a dense grove. To fulfill the oracle's direction for victory, Arimnestus suggested, and the Plataeans agreed, to extend their borders towards Attica and give land to the Athenians, allowing them to fight for Greece on their own territory. This commitment and generosity of the Plataeans became renowned, and many years later, when Alexander had conquered all of Asia, he had proclamation made by a herald at the Olympic Games that the king honored the Plataeans for their nobility and generosity, as they willingly surrendered their land and fought passionately alongside the Greeks in the war against the Medes.
The Tegeatans, contesting the post of honor with the Athenians, demanded, that, according to custom, the Lacedaemonians being ranged on the right wing of the battle, they might have the left, alleging several matters in commendation of their ancestors. The Athenians being indignant at the claim, Aristides came forward; “To contend with the Tegeatans,” said he, “for noble descent and valor, the present time permits not: but this we say to you, O you Spartans, and you the rest of the Greeks, that place neither takes away nor contributes courage: we shall endeavor by crediting and maintaining the post you assign us, to reflect no dishonor on our former performances. For we are come, not to differ with our friends, but to fight our enemies; not to extol our ancestors, but ourselves to behave as valiant men. This battle will manifest how much each city, captain, and private soldier is worth to Greece.” The council of war, upon this address, decided for the Athenians, and gave them the other wing of the battle.
The Tegeatans, vying for the honor of the position with the Athenians, requested that, according to tradition, since the Lacedaemonians were positioned on the right wing of the battle, they should take the left, citing several points in praise of their ancestors. The Athenians, upset by this demand, were addressed by Aristides: “It’s not the right time to argue with the Tegeatans about noble heritage and bravery. But this we say to you, Spartans, and to all the Greeks: the position doesn’t take away or add to courage. We will strive to uphold the position you give us and not bring shame on our past achievements. We have come not to argue with our friends, but to fight our enemies; not to praise our ancestors, but to act as brave men ourselves. This battle will show the true worth of each city, captain, and individual soldier to Greece.” Following this speech, the council of war decided in favor of the Athenians and assigned them the other wing of the battle.
All Greece being in suspense, and especially the affairs of the Athenians unsettled, certain persons of great families and possessions having been impoverished by the war, and seeing all their authority and reputation in the city vanished with their wealth, and others in possession of their honors and places, convened privately at a house in Plataea, and conspired for the dissolution of the democratic government; and, if the plot should not succeed, to ruin the cause and betray all to the barbarians. These matters being in agitation in the camp, and many persons already corrupted, Aristides, perceiving the design, and dreading the present juncture of time, determined neither to let the business pass unanimadverted upon, nor yet altogether to expose it; not knowing how many the accusation might reach, and willing to set bounds to his justice with a view to the public convenience. Therefore, of many that were concerned, he apprehended eight only, two of whom, who were first proceeded against and most guilty, Aeschines of Lampra, and Agesias of Acharnae, made their escape out of the camp. The rest he dismissed; giving opportunity to such as thought themselves concealed, to take courage and repent; intimating that they had in the war a great tribunal, where they might clear their guilt by manifesting their sincere and good intentions towards their country.
All of Greece was on edge, especially the situation in Athens, where some influential families had lost their fortunes due to the war. With their wealth gone, their power and reputation in the city faded too. Meanwhile, others still held onto their honors and positions. A few of these prominent individuals met secretly at a house in Plataea and plotted to dismantle the democratic government. If their plan failed, they intended to sabotage the cause and turn everything over to the enemy. While these schemes were stirring in the camp, and many had already been corrupted, Aristides noticed the conspiracy and, fearing the current situation, decided that he wouldn't let it go unnoticed or fully expose it. He was unsure of how wide-ranging the accusations might be and wanted to limit his pursuit of justice for the sake of public interest. Therefore, out of many involved, he arrested only eight people, two of whom—Aeschines of Lampra and Agesias of Acharnae—managed to escape from the camp. The rest were released, allowing those who thought they were safe to gather their courage and reconsider their actions, suggesting that during the war, they had a significant platform where they could prove their innocence by showing their genuine and good intentions towards their country.
After this, Mardonius made trial of the Grecian courage, by sending his whole number of horse, in which he thought himself much the stronger, against them, while they were all pitched at the foot of Mount Cithaeron, in strong and rocky places, except the Megarians. They, being three thousand in number, were encamped on the plain, where they were damaged by the horse charging and making inroads upon them on all hands. They sent, therefore, in haste to Pausanias, demanding relief, as not being able alone to sustain the great numbers of the barbarians. Pausanias, hearing this, and perceiving the tents of the Megarians already hid by the multitude of darts and arrows, and themselves driven together into a narrow space, was at a loss himself how to aid them with his battalion of heavy-armed Lacedaemonians. He proposed it, therefore, as a point of emulation in valor and love of distinction, to the commanders and captains who were around him, if any would voluntarily take upon them the defense and succor of the Megarians. The rest being backward, Aristides undertook the enterprise for the Athenians, and sent Olympiodorus, the most valiant of his inferior officers, with three hundred chosen men and some archers under his command. These being soon in readiness, and running upon the enemy, as soon as Masistius, who commanded the barbarians’ horse, a man of wonderful courage and of extraordinary bulk and comeliness of person, perceived it, turning his steed he made towards them. And they sustaining the shock and joining battle with him, there was a sharp conflict, as though by this encounter they were to try the success of the whole war. But after Masistius’s horse received a wound, and flung him, and he falling could hardly raise himself through the weight of his armor, the Athenians, pressing upon him with blows, could not easily get at his person, armed as he was, his breast, his head, and his limbs all over, with gold and brass and iron; but one of them at last, running him in at the visor of his helmet, slew him; and the rest of the Persians, leaving the body, fled. The greatness of the Greek success was known, not by the multitude of the slain, (for an inconsiderable number were killed,) but by the sorrow the barbarians expressed. For they shaved themselves, their horses, and mules for the death of Masistius, and filled the plain with howling and lamentation; having lost a person, who, next to Mardonius himself, was by many degrees the chief among them, both for valor and authority.
After this, Mardonius tested the courage of the Greeks by sending his entire cavalry, which he believed gave him a significant advantage, against them. The Greeks were positioned at the foot of Mount Cithaeron in strong, rocky areas except for the Megarians, who were camped on the plain, making them vulnerable to the horsemen attacking from all sides. They quickly sent a message to Pausanias asking for help, unable to fend off the large numbers of the enemy alone. When Pausanias heard this and saw the tents of the Megarians already covered in darts and arrows, and the soldiers packed tightly together, he was unsure how to assist them with his battalion of heavily armed Spartans. He then suggested it as a challenge for bravery and recognition to the commanders and captains around him, asking if anyone would volunteer to defend and support the Megarians. While others hesitated, Aristides stepped up for the Athenians, sending Olympiodorus, his bravest subordinate, with three hundred select men and some archers. They quickly prepared and rushed toward the enemy. When Masistius, the commander of the Persian cavalry, a man known for his incredible bravery and impressive size, saw them, he turned his horse toward them. They braced for impact and fought against him, as though this clash would determine the outcome of the entire war. However, after Masistius's horse was injured and threw him off, he struggled to get up due to the weight of his armor. The Athenians, pressing forward with strikes, found it difficult to reach him because he was heavily armored with gold, bronze, and iron covering his chest, head, and limbs. Eventually, one of them managed to stab him through the visor of his helmet, killing him, and the remaining Persians fled, leaving his body behind. The extent of the Greek victory was not measured by the number of enemies slain (as only a few were killed) but by the grief displayed by the barbarians. They shaved their heads, their horses, and their mules in mourning for Masistius, filling the plain with wailing and lamentation over the loss of someone who was, next to Mardonius, a leading figure among them in terms of courage and authority.
After this skirmish of the horse, they kept from fighting a long time; for the soothsayers, by the sacrifices, foretold the victory both to Greeks and Persians, if they stood upon the defensive part only, but if they became aggressors, the contrary. At length Mardonius, when he had but a few days’ provision, and the Greek forces increased continually by some or other that came in to them, impatient of delay, determined to lie still no longer, but, passing Asopus by daybreak, to fall unexpectedly upon the Greeks; and signified the same over night to the captains of his host. But about midnight, a certain horseman stole into the Greek camp, and coming to the watch, desired them to call Aristides, the Athenian, to him. He coming speedily; “I am,” said the stranger, “Alexander, king of the Macedonians, and am arrived here through the greatest danger in the world for the good-will I bear you, lest a sudden onset should dismay you, so as to behave in the fight worse than usual. For tomorrow Mardonius will give you battle, urged, not by any hope of success or courage, but by want of victuals; since, indeed, the prophets prohibit him the battle, the sacrifices and oracles being unfavorable; and the army is in despondency and consternation; but necessity forces him to try his fortune, or sit still and endure the last extremity of want.” Alexander, thus saying, entreated Aristides to take notice and remember him, but not to tell any other. But he told him, it was not convenient to conceal the matter from Pausanias (because he was general); as for any other, he would keep it secret from them till the battle was fought; but if the Greeks obtained the victory, that then no one should be ignorant of Alexander’s good-will and kindness towards them. After this, the king of the Macedonians rode back again, and Aristides went to Pausanias’s tent and told him; and they sent for the rest of the captains and gave orders that the army should be in battle array.
After the horse skirmish, there was a long pause in the fighting. The soothsayers, through their sacrifices, predicted victory for both the Greeks and the Persians if they only played defense, but warned that if they attacked, the outcome would be different. Finally, Mardonius, running low on supplies and seeing the Greek forces grow as more allies joined them, grew impatient and decided not to wait any longer. He planned to catch the Greeks off guard by crossing the Asopus River at daybreak, and informed his commanders of this the night before. However, around midnight, a lone horseman entered the Greek camp and asked to see Aristides, the Athenian. When Aristides arrived quickly, the stranger introduced himself as Alexander, king of the Macedonians, and explained that he had come through great danger to warn the Greeks about an imminent attack. He said Mardonius was preparing for battle not out of hope or bravery, but because he was running out of food. Alexander pointed out that the prophets had discouraged Mardonius from fighting, and his army was feeling disheartened and panicked, forced to take a chance or face starvation. Alexander urged Aristides to remember him but asked him not to share this information with anyone else. Aristides replied that it wouldn’t be right to keep this from Pausanias since he was the general; he assured Alexander he would keep it secret from everyone else until after the battle, but if the Greeks won, he would make sure everyone knew of Alexander’s goodwill. After this, the Macedonian king rode back, and Aristides went to Pausanias’s tent to inform him. They then called for the other commanders and issued orders for the army to prepare for battle.
Here, according to Herodotus, Pausanias spoke to Aristides, desiring him to transfer the Athenians to the right wing of the army opposite to the Persians, (as they would do better service against them, having been experienced in their way of combat, and emboldened with former victories,) and to give him the left, where the Medizing Greeks were to make their assault. The rest of the Athenian captains regarded this as an arrogant and interfering act on the part of Pausanias; because, while permitting the rest of the army to keep their stations, he removed them only from place to place, like so many Helots, opposing them to the greatest strength of the enemy. But Aristides said, they were altogether in the wrong. If so short a time ago they contested the left wing with the Tegeatans, and gloried in being preferred before them, now, when the Lacedaemonians give them place in the right, and yield them in a manner the leading of the army, how is it they are discontented with the honor that is done them, and do not look upon it as an advantage to have to fight, not against their countrymen and kindred, but barbarians, and such as were by nature their enemies? After this, the Athenians very readily changed places with the Lacedaemonians, and there went words amongst them as they were encouraging each other, that the enemy approached with no better arms or stouter hearts than those who fought the battle of Marathon; but had the same bows and arrows, and the same embroidered coats and gold, and the same delicate bodies and effeminate minds within; “while we have the same weapons and bodies, and our courage augmented by our victories; and fight not like others in defense of our country only, but for the trophies of Salamis and Marathon; that they may not be looked upon as due to Miltiades or fortune, but to the people of Athens.” Thus, therefore, were they making haste to change the order of their battle. But the Thebans, understanding it by some deserters, forthwith acquainted Mardonius; and he, either for fear of the Athenians, or a desire to engage the Lacedaemonians, marched over his Persians to the other wing, and commanded the Greeks of his party to be posted opposite to the Athenians. But this change was observed on the other side, and Pausanias, wheeling about again, ranged himself on the right, and Mardonius, also, as at first, took the left wing over against the Lacedaemonians. So the day passed without action.
Here, according to Herodotus, Pausanias spoke to Aristides, asking him to move the Athenians to the right wing of the army facing the Persians, as they would be more effective against them, having experience with their combat style and being encouraged by previous victories. He asked to take the left wing, where the Medizing Greeks were set to attack. The other Athenian leaders viewed this as an arrogant and meddling move by Pausanias; they felt that while he allowed the rest of the army to keep their positions, he was merely shifting them around like subservient Helots, placing them against the strongest part of the enemy. However, Aristides argued that they were completely wrong. Just a short time ago, they had fought for the left wing against the Tegeatans and were proud to be chosen over them; now, when the Lacedaemonians offered them the right wing, essentially letting them lead the army, why were they unhappy with this honor? Shouldn’t they see it as a benefit to fight not against their fellow countrymen and relatives but against outsiders who were naturally their enemies? After this, the Athenians quickly agreed to switch places with the Lacedaemonians. They exchanged words of encouragement, saying that the enemy approached with no better weapons or stronger hearts than those who fought at Marathon; they carried the same bows and arrows, wore the same embroidered coats and gold, and had the same delicate bodies and weak minds. "Meanwhile, we have the same weapons and bodies, and our courage is boosted by our victories; we are fighting not just to defend our land, but for the glory of Salamis and Marathon, so that these victories are attributed not to Miltiades or luck, but to the people of Athens." Thus, they were hastily rearranging their battle formation. However, the Thebans, having learned of this from some deserters, informed Mardonius right away. He, either fearing the Athenians or wanting to engage the Lacedaemonians, ordered his Persians to the other wing and directed the Greeks in his alliance to face the Athenians. This movement was spotted on the other side, and Pausanias quickly turned back, positioning himself on the right, while Mardonius, as before, took the left wing opposite the Lacedaemonians. So the day passed without any fighting.
After this, the Greeks determined in council to remove their camp some distance, to possess themselves of a place convenient for watering; because the springs near them were polluted and destroyed by the barbarian cavalry. But night being come, and the captains setting out towards the place designed for their encamping, the soldiers were not very ready to follow, and keep in a body, but, as soon as they had quitted their first entrenchments, made towards the city of Plataea; and there was much tumult and disorder as they dispersed to various quarters and proceeded to pitch their tents. The Lacedaemonians, against their will, had the fortune to be left by the rest. For Amompharetus, a brave and daring man, who had long been burning with desire of the fight, and resented their many lingerings and delays, calling the removal of the camp a mere running away and flight, protested he would not desert his post, but would there remain with his company, and sustain the charge of Mardonius. And when Pausanias came to him and told him he did these things by the common vote and determination of the Greeks, Amompharetus taking up a great stone and flinging it at Pausanias’ feet, and “by this token,” said he, “do I give my suffrage for the battle, nor have I any concern with the cowardly consultations and decrees of other men.” Pausanias, not knowing what to do in the present juncture, sent to the Athenians, who were drawing off, to stay to accompany him; and so he himself set off with the rest of the army for Plataea, hoping thus to make Amompharetus move.
After this, the Greeks decided in a council to move their camp a bit further away to find a spot where they could get water, since the nearby springs were contaminated and destroyed by the barbarian cavalry. However, when night fell and the captains set out for the designated camping area, the soldiers were reluctant to follow and stay together. As soon as they left their initial entrenchments, they headed towards the city of Plataea, causing much chaos and disorder as they scattered in different directions to set up their tents. The Lacedaemonians, against their wishes, ended up being left behind by the others. Amompharetus, a brave and bold man who had longed for battle and was frustrated by the many delays, declared that the camp's relocation was just a cowardly retreat. He insisted he would not leave his post but would stay with his unit to face Mardonius. When Pausanias approached him and explained that this decision was made by the collective vote and agreement of the Greeks, Amompharetus picked up a large stone and threw it at Pausanias’ feet, stating, “With this gesture, I cast my vote for battle, and I have no interest in the cowardly discussions and decisions of others.” Pausanias, unsure of how to proceed in this situation, sent a message to the Athenians, who were pulling away, asking them to stay and support him. He then left with the rest of the army for Plataea, hoping to persuade Amompharetus to move.
Meantime, day came upon them; and Mardonius (for he was not ignorant of their deserting their camp) having his army in array, fell upon the Lacedaemonians with great shouting and noise of barbarous people, as if they were not about to join battle, but crush the Greeks in their flight. Which within a very little came to pass. For Pausanias, perceiving what was done, made a halt, and commanded every one to put themselves in order for the battle; but either through his anger with Amompharetus, or the disturbance he was in by reason of the sudden approach of the enemy, he forgot to give the signal to the Greeks in general. Whence it was, that they did not come in immediately, or in a body, to their assistance, but by small companies and straggling, when the fight was already begun. Pausanias, offering sacrifice, could not procure favorable omens, and so commanded the Lacedaemonians, setting down their shields at their feet to abide quietly and attend his directions, making no resistance to any of their enemies. And, he sacrificing again a second time, the horse charged, and some of the Lacedaemonians were wounded. At this time, also, Callicrates, who, we are told, was the most comely man in the army, being shot with an arrow and upon the point of expiring, said, that he lamented not his death (for he came from home to lay down his life in the defense of Greece) but that he died without action. The case was indeed hard, and the forbearance of the men wonderful; for they let the enemy charge without repelling them; and, expecting their proper opportunity from the gods and their general, suffered themselves to be wounded and slain in their ranks. And some say, that while Pausanias was at sacrifice and prayers, some space out of the battle-array, certain Lydians, falling suddenly upon him, plundered and scattered the sacrifice: and that Pausanias and his company, having no arms, beat them with staves and whips; and that in imitation of this attack, the whipping the boys about the altar, and after it the Lydian procession, are to this day practiced in Sparta.
Meantime, day broke over them, and Mardonius (who was aware that they had deserted their camp) lined up his army and attacked the Lacedaemonians with loud shouts and the noise of his barbarian soldiers, as if he were not preparing for a battle, but intending to crush the Greeks in their retreat. And that’s exactly what almost happened. Pausanias, noticing what was going on, stopped and ordered everyone to prepare for battle; but whether due to his anger with Amompharetus or the chaos caused by the sudden advance of the enemy, he forgot to give the general signal to the Greeks. Because of that, they didn’t come to assist immediately or as a group, but rather in small, disorganized clusters, when the fight had already started. Pausanias, while offering a sacrifice, couldn’t get any favorable omens, so he ordered the Lacedaemonians to place their shields at their feet, hold their ground, and follow his instructions without resisting their enemies. When he sacrificed again a second time, the cavalry charged, and some Lacedaemonians were injured. At this moment, Callicrates, who was said to be the most handsome man in the army, was struck by an arrow and near death; he expressed that he didn’t mourn his death (since he came from home ready to lay down his life for Greece) but regretted that he was dying without having taken action. It was indeed a tough situation, and the men showed remarkable restraint; they allowed the enemy to attack without fighting back, waiting for the right moment from the gods and their commander, enduring wounds and deaths in their ranks. Some say that while Pausanias was away from the battle array, performing sacrifices and praying, a group of Lydians suddenly attacked him, looted the sacrifice, and scattered it; and that Pausanias and his men, without weapons, fought back with sticks and whips. They claim that this event inspired the practice of whipping the boys around the altar and later the Lydian procession, which are still observed in Sparta today.
Pausanias, therefore, being troubled at these things, while the priest went on offering one sacrifice after another, turns himself towards the temple with tears in his eyes, and, lifting up his hands to heaven, besought Juno of Cithaeron, and the other tutelar gods of the Plataeans, if it were not in the fates for the Greeks to obtain the victory, that they might not perish, without performing some remarkable thing, and by their actions demonstrating to their enemies, that they waged war with men of courage, and soldiers. While Pausanias was thus in the act of supplication, the sacrifices appeared propitious, and the soothsayers foretold victory. The word being given, the Lacedaemonian battalion of foot seemed, on the sudden, like some one fierce animal, setting up his bristles, and betaking himself to the combat; and the barbarians perceived that they encountered with men who would fight it to the death. Therefore, holding their wicker-shields before them, they shot their arrows amongst the Lacedaemonians. But they, keeping together in the order of a phalanx, and falling upon the enemies, forced their shields out of their hands, and, striking with their pikes at the breasts and faces of the Persians, overthrew many of them; who, however, fell not either unrevenged or without courage. For taking hold of the spears with their bare hands, they broke many of them, and betook themselves not without effect to the sword; and making use of their falchions and scimitars, and wresting the Lacedaemonians’ shields from them, and grappling with them, it was a long time that they made resistance.
Pausanias, feeling troubled by all this, watched as the priest continued to offer sacrifice after sacrifice. With tears in his eyes, he turned toward the temple, raising his hands to heaven, and pleaded with Juno of Cithaeron and the other protective gods of the Plataeans. He asked that if it wasn’t meant for the Greeks to win, they would not perish without doing something remarkable, proving to their enemies that they were fighting against courageous men and soldiers. While Pausanias was in the act of pleading, the sacrifices seemed favorable, and the soothsayers predicted victory. When the signal was given, the battalion of Lacedaemonian infantry suddenly appeared like a fierce animal, bristling and ready to fight. The barbarians realized they were facing men who would fight to the death. So, shielding themselves with their wicker shields, they shot arrows at the Lacedaemonians. However, the Lacedaemonians maintained their formation in a phalanx and charged at their enemies, forcing their shields out of their hands. They struck the Persians in the chests and faces with their pikes, knocking many down. Yet the Persians did not fall without a fight or without bravery. Grabbing the spears with their bare hands, they snapped many of them and engaged in swordplay; using their falchions and scimitars, they wrested the Lacedaemonians' shields from them and fought fiercely, resisting for a long time.
Meanwhile, for some time, the Athenians stood still, waiting for the Lacedaemonians to come up. But when they heard much noise as of men engaged in fight, and a messenger, they say, came from Pausanias, to advertise them of what was going on, they soon hasted to their assistance. And as they passed through the plain to the place where the noise was, the Greeks, who took part with the enemy, came upon them. Aristides, as soon as he saw them, going a considerable space before the rest, cried out to them, conjuring them by the guardian gods of Greece to forbear the fight, and be no impediment or stop to those, who were going to succor the defenders of Greece. But when he perceived they gave no attention to him, and had prepared themselves for the battle, then turning from the present relief of the Lacedaemonians, he engaged them, being five thousand in number. But the greatest part soon gave way and retreated, as the barbarians also were put to flight. The sharpest conflict is said to have been against the Thebans, the chiefest and most powerful persons among them at that time siding zealously with the Medes, and leading the multitude not according to their own inclinations, but as being subjects of an oligarchy.
Meanwhile, the Athenians stayed put for a while, waiting for the Lacedaemonians to arrive. But when they heard a lot of noise that sounded like a battle, and a messenger came from Pausanias to inform them of what was happening, they quickly rushed to help. As they made their way across the plain to where the noise was coming from, they were confronted by the Greeks who were allied with the enemy. Aristides, seeing them a good distance ahead of the rest, called out to them, urging them by the guardian gods of Greece to refrain from fighting and not block those who were going to support the defenders of Greece. But when he realized they weren’t listening and were getting ready to battle, he shifted his focus from aiding the Lacedaemonians and engaged them, numbering five thousand. However, most of them soon gave way and retreated, just as the enemy also fled. It’s said that the fiercest fighting was against the Thebans, as their prominent leaders at that time were passionately siding with the Medes, leading the masses not according to their own desires but under the control of an oligarchy.
The battle being thus divided, the Lacedaemonians first beat off the Persians; and a Spartan, named Arimnestus, slew Mardonius by a blow on the head with a stone, as the oracle in the temple of Amphiaraus had foretold to him. For Mardonius sent a Lydian thither, and another person, a Carian, to the cave of Trophonius. This latter, the priest of the oracle answered in his own language. But the Lydian sleeping in the temple of Amphiaraus, it seemed to him that a minister of the divinity stood before him and commanded him to be gone; and on his refusing to do it, flung a great stone at his head, so that he thought himself slain with the blow. Such is the story. — They drove the fliers within their walls of wood; and, a little time after, the Athenians put the Thebans to flight, killing three hundred of the chiefest and of greatest note among them in the actual fight itself. For when they began to fly, news came that the army of the barbarians was besieged within their palisade: and so giving the Greeks opportunity to save themselves, they marched to assist at the fortifications; and coming in to the Lacedaemonians, who were altogether unhandy and inexperienced in storming, they took the camp with great slaughter of the enemy. For of three hundred thousand, forty thousand only are said to have escaped with Artabazus; while on the Greeks’ side there perished in all thirteen hundred and sixty: of which fifty-two were Athenians, all of the tribe Aeantis, that fought, says Clidemus, with the greatest courage of any; and for this reason the men of this tribe used to offer sacrifice for the victory, as enjoined by the oracle, to the nymphs Sphragitides at the expense of the public: ninety-one were Lacedaemonians and sixteen Tegeatans. It is strange, therefore, upon what grounds Herodotus can say, that they only, and none other, encountered the enemy; for the number of the slain and their monuments testify that the victory was obtained by all in general; and if the rest had been standing still, while the inhabitants of three cities only had been engaged in the fight, they would not have set on the altar the inscription: —
The battle being split up like this, the Spartans first pushed back the Persians; and a Spartan named Arimnestus killed Mardonius with a blow to the head using a stone, just as the oracle in the temple of Amphiaraus had predicted. Mardonius had sent a Lydian and a Carian to the cave of Trophonius. The priest of the oracle answered the Carian in his own language. Meanwhile, the Lydian fell asleep in the temple of Amphiaraus and dreamed that a divine figure was standing in front of him, ordering him to leave. When he refused, the figure threw a large stone at his head, making him believe he had been struck down. That’s the story. They drove the fleeing Persians back behind their wooden walls; shortly afterward, the Athenians routed the Thebans, killing three hundred of their leading figures in the actual battle. As the Thebans began to retreat, news came that the barbarian army was trapped behind their palisade. This gave the Greeks a chance to protect themselves, so they went to help fortify the defenses; upon joining the Spartans, who were clumsy and inexperienced in assaulting, they captured the camp with significant enemy casualties. Of the three hundred thousand Persians, only forty thousand are said to have escaped with Artabazus, while a total of thirteen hundred and sixty Greeks died in the fight: fifty-two of them were Athenians, all from the tribe Aeantis, who fought, according to Clidemus, with the greatest bravery; for this reason, the men from this tribe would offer sacrifices for the victory, as instructed by the oracle, to the nymphs Sphragitides at public expense: ninety-one were Spartans and sixteen Tegeatans. It’s strange, then, on what basis Herodotus can claim that only they fought the enemy; the number of the dead and their monuments prove that the victory was a collective effort, and if the rest had just stood by while only the inhabitants of three cities fought, they wouldn’t have put up an inscription on the altar: —
The Greeks, when by their courage and their might,
They had repelled the Persian in the fight,
The common altar of freed Greece to be,
Reared this to Jupiter who guards the free.
The Greeks, with their bravery and strength,
After they had defeated the Persians in battle,
Built this altar for the liberated Greece,
In honor of Jupiter, who protects the free.
They fought this battle on the fourth day of the month Boedromion, according to the Athenians, but according to the Boeotians, on the twenty-seventh of Panemus; — on which day there is still a convention of the Greeks at Plataea, and the Plataeans still offer sacrifice for the victory to Jupiter of freedom. As for the difference of days, it is not to be wondered at, since even at the present time, when there is a far more accurate knowledge of astronomy, some begin the month at one time, and some at another.
They fought this battle on the fourth day of Boedromion, according to the Athenians, but according to the Boeotians, it was on the twenty-seventh of Panemus. On that day, there is still a gathering of the Greeks at Plataea, and the Plataeans continue to offer sacrifices for their victory to Jupiter of Freedom. As for the difference in dates, it’s not surprising, since even today, with our much better understanding of astronomy, some people start the month at different times.
After this, the Athenians not yielding the honor of the day to the Lacedaemonians, nor consenting they should erect a trophy, things were not far from being ruined by dissension amongst the armed Greeks; had not Aristides, by much soothing and counseling the commanders, especially Leocrates and Myronides, pacified and persuaded them to leave the thing to the decision of the Greeks. And on their proceeding to discuss the matter, Theogiton, the Megarian, declared the honor of the victory was to be given some other city, if they would prevent a civil war; after him Cleocritus of Corinth rising up, made people think he would ask the palm for the Corinthians, (for next to Sparta and Athens, Corinth was in greatest estimation); but he delivered his opinion, to the general admiration, in favor of the Plataeans; and counseled to take away all contention by giving them the reward and glory of the victory, whose being honored could be distasteful to neither party. This being said, first Aristides gave consent in the name of the Athenians, and Pausanias, then, for the Lacedaemonians. So, being reconciled, they set apart eighty talents for the Plataeans, with which they built the temple and dedicated the image to Minerva, and adorned the temple with pictures, which even to this very day retain their luster. But the Lacedaemonians and Athenians each erected a trophy apart by themselves. On their consulting the oracle about offering sacrifice, Apollo answered that they should dedicate an altar to Jupiter of freedom, but should not sacrifice till they had extinguished the fires throughout the country, as having been defiled by the barbarians, and had kindled unpolluted fire at the common altar at Delphi. The magistrates of Greece, therefore, went forthwith and compelled such as had fire to put it out; and Euchidas, a Plataean, promising to fetch fire, with all possible speed, from the altar of the god, went to Delphi, and having sprinkled and purified his body, crowned himself with laurel; and taking the fire from the altar ran back to Plataea, and got back there before sunset, performing in one day a journey of a thousand furlongs; and saluting his fellow-citizens and delivering them the fire, he immediately fell down, and in a short time after expired. But the Plataeans, taking him up, interred him in the temple of Diana Euclia, setting this inscription over him: “Euchidas ran to Delphi and back again in one day.” Most people believe that Euclia is Diana, and call her by that name. But some say she was the daughter of Hercules, by Myrto, the daughter of Menoetius, and sister of Patroclus, and, dying a virgin, was worshipped by the Boeotians and Locrians. Her altar and image are set up in all their marketplaces, and those of both sexes that are about marrying, sacrifice to her before the nuptials.
After this, the Athenians refused to give the honor of the day to the Lacedaemonians or allow them to set up a trophy, which almost led to conflict among the armed Greeks. However, Aristides calmed and advised the commanders, especially Leocrates and Myronides, convincing them to let the Greeks decide together. When they began debating the matter, Theogiton from Megara suggested that the honor of victory should go to another city if it could help prevent civil war. Cleocritus from Corinth then spoke. People thought he would claim the honor for Corinth, which was highly regarded after Sparta and Athens, but instead he proposed, to everyone's surprise, that the Plataeans should receive the recognition, arguing that honoring them would not upset either side. After this, Aristides agreed on behalf of the Athenians, followed by Pausanias for the Lacedaemonians. Reconciled, they set aside eighty talents for the Plataeans, using it to build a temple and dedicate an image to Minerva, decorating the temple with pictures that still shine today. The Lacedaemonians and Athenians each put up their own trophies separately. When they consulted the oracle about making a sacrifice, Apollo instructed them to dedicate an altar to Jupiter of Freedom and not to sacrifice until they had put out all the fires in the land, which had been contaminated by the barbarians, and had relit pure fire at the common altar at Delphi. Therefore, the magistrates of Greece went out to extinguish the fires, and Euchidas, a Plataean, promised to bring back fire quickly from the god's altar. He went to Delphi, purified himself, crowned himself with laurel, took fire from the altar, and ran back to Plataea, covering a thousand furlongs in one day. After greeting his fellow citizens and delivering the fire, he collapsed and soon died. The Plataeans buried him in the temple of Diana Euclia, with this inscription: “Euchidas ran to Delphi and back again in one day.” Most people believe that Euclia is Diana, and call her by that name. But some say she was Hercules' daughter by Myrto, the daughter of Menoetius, and the sister of Patroclus, who, dying a virgin, was worshipped by the Boeotians and Locrians. Her altar and image are set up in all their marketplaces, and those about to marry, both men and women, offer sacrifices to her before their weddings.
A general assembly of all the Greeks being called, Aristides proposed a decree, that the deputies and religious representatives of the Greek states should assemble annually at Plataea, and every fifth year celebrate the Eleutheria, or games of freedom. And that there should be a levy upon all Greece, for the war against the barbarians, of ten thousand spearmen, one thousand horse, and a hundred sail of ships; but the Plataeans to be exempt, and sacred to the service of the gods, offering sacrifice for the welfare of Greece. These things begin ratified, the Plataeans undertook the performance of annual sacrifice to such as were slain and buried in that place; which they still perform in the following manner. On the sixteenth day of Maemacterion (which with the Boeotians is Alalcomenus) they make their procession, which, beginning by break of day, is led by a trumpeter sounding for onset; then follow certain chariots loaded with myrrh and garlands; and then a black bull; then come the young men of free birth carrying libations of wine and milk in large two-handed vessels, and jars of oil and precious ointments, none of servile condition being permitted to have any hand in this ministration, because the men died in defense of freedom; after all comes the chief magistrate of Plataea, (for whom it is unlawful at other times either to touch iron, or wear any other colored garment but white,) at that time appareled in a purple robe; and, taking a water-pot out of the city record-office, he proceeds, bearing a sword in his hand, through the middle of the town to the sepulchres. Then drawing water out of a spring, he washes and anoints the monument, and sacrificing the bull upon a pile of wood, and making supplication to Jupiter and Mercury of the earth, invites those valiant men who perished in the defense of Greece, to the banquet and the libations of blood. After this, mixing a bowl of wine, and pouring out for himself, he says, “I drink to those who lost their lives for the liberty of Greece.” These solemnities the Plataeans observe to this day.
A general assembly of all the Greeks was called, and Aristides proposed a decree that the delegates and religious representatives of the Greek states should meet every year at Plataea and celebrate the Eleutheria, or games of freedom, every five years. He also suggested a levy on all of Greece for the war against the barbarians, including ten thousand spearmen, one thousand cavalry, and a hundred ships; however, the Plataeans would be exempt and dedicated to the service of the gods, offering sacrifices for the well-being of Greece. Once these things were ratified, the Plataeans took it upon themselves to perform an annual sacrifice for those who had fallen and been buried in that place; they continue this practice in the following way. On the sixteenth day of Maemacterion (which is Alalcomenus for the Boeotians), they hold a procession that begins at dawn, led by a trumpeter signaling the start. Following are chariots filled with myrrh and garlands, then a black bull, followed by young men of free birth carrying large two-handed vessels of wine and milk, and jars of oil and precious ointments, as no one of servile status is allowed to participate in this service, since these men died defending freedom. Finally, the chief magistrate of Plataea appears (who is not allowed to touch iron or wear any color other than white at other times), dressed in a purple robe. Taking a water pot from the city record office, he walks, sword in hand, through the center of town to the graves. After drawing water from a spring, he washes and anoints the monument, sacrifices the bull on a pyre, and prays to Jupiter and Mercury of the earth, inviting those brave men who died defending Greece to the feast and blood libations. After this, mixing a bowl of wine and pouring some out for himself, he says, “I drink to those who lost their lives for the liberty of Greece.” The Plataeans continue to observe these solemnities to this day.
Aristides perceived that the Athenians, after their return into the city, were eager for a democracy; and deeming the people to deserve consideration on account of their valiant behavior, as also that it was a matter of difficulty, they being well armed, powerful, and full of spirit with their victories, to oppose them by force, he brought forward a decree, that every one might share in the government, and the archons be chosen out of the whole body of the Athenians. And on Themistocles telling the people in assembly that he had some advice for them, which could not be given in public, but was most important for the advantage and security of the city, they appointed Aristides alone to hear and consider it with him. And on his acquainting Aristides that his intent was to set fire to the arsenal of the Greeks, for by that means should the Athenians become supreme masters of all Greece, Aristides, returning to the assembly, told them, that nothing was more advantageous than what Themistocles designed, and nothing more unjust. The Athenians, hearing this, gave Themistocles order to desist; such was the love of justice felt by the people, and such the credit and confidence they reposed in Aristides.
Aristides realized that the Athenians, after returning to the city, were eager for a democracy. Knowing that the people's brave actions deserved respect, and understanding it would be challenging to oppose them by force since they were well-armed, powerful, and full of spirit from their victories, he proposed a decree allowing everyone to participate in the government, with the archons elected from the entire populace of Athens. When Themistocles told the assembly he had important advice that couldn't be shared publicly but was crucial for the city's benefit and security, they appointed Aristides to hear and consider it with him alone. Themistocles revealed to Aristides his plan to set fire to the Greeks' arsenal, believing that would make the Athenians the supreme leaders of all Greece. Returning to the assembly, Aristides told them that while Themistocles' plan was strategically beneficial, it was also profoundly unjust. The Athenians, upon hearing this, ordered Themistocles to stop; this reflected the people's strong sense of justice and their trust in Aristides.
Being sent in joint commission with Cimon to the war, he took notice that Pausanias and the other Spartan captains made themselves offensive by imperiousness and harshness to the confederates; and by being himself gentle and considerate with them and by the courtesy and disinterested temper which Cimon, after his example, manifested in the expeditions, he stole away the chief command from the Lacedaemonians, neither by weapons, ships, or horses, but by equity and wise policy. For the Athenians being endeared to the Greeks by the justice of Aristides and by Cimon’s moderation, the tyranny and selfishness of Pausanias rendered them yet more desirable. He on all occasions treated the commanders of the confederates haughtily and roughly; and the common soldiers he punished with stripes, or standing under the iron anchor for a whole day together; neither was it permitted for any to provide straw for themselves to lie on, or forage for their horses, or to come near the springs to water before the Spartans were furnished, but servants with whips drove away such as approached. And when Aristides once was about to complain and expostulate with Pausanias, he told him, with an angry look, that he was not at leisure, and gave no attention to him. The consequence was that the sea captains and generals of the Greeks, in particular, the Chians, Samians, and Lesbians, came to Aristides and requested him to be their general, and to receive the confederates into his command, who had long desired to relinquish the Spartans and come over to the Athenians. But he answered, that he saw both equity and necessity in what they said, but their fidelity required the test of some action, the commission of which would make it impossible for the multitude to change their minds again. Upon which Uliades, the Samian, and Antagoras of Chios, conspiring together, ran in near Byzantium on Pausanias’s galley, getting her between them as she was sailing before the rest. But when Pausanias, beholding them, rose up and furiously threatened soon to make them know that they had been endangering not his galley, but their own countries, they bid him go his way, and thank Fortune that fought for him at Plataea; for hitherto, in reverence to that, the Greeks had forborne from indicting on him the punishment he deserved. In fine, they all went off and joined the Athenians. And here the magnanimity of the Lacedaemonians was wonderful. For when they perceived that their generals were becoming corrupted by the greatness of their authority, they voluntarily laid down the chief command, and left off sending any more of them to the wars, choosing rather to have citizens of moderation and consistent in the observance of their customs, than to possess the dominion of all Greece.
Being sent on a joint mission with Cimon to the war, he noticed that Pausanias and the other Spartan leaders were being rude and harsh to their allies. By being gentle and considerate with them, and thanks to the courtesy and fairness that Cimon, following his example, showed on the missions, he managed to take the main command away from the Spartans—not with weapons, ships, or horses, but through fairness and smart strategies. The Athenians grew close to the Greeks because of Aristides' justice and Cimon’s moderation, making them even less appealing due to Pausanias’ tyranny and selfishness. He treated the leaders of the allies arrogantly and roughly; common soldiers suffered harsh punishments like being whipped or forced to stand under an iron anchor all day. They weren't even allowed to gather straw for themselves, feed their horses, or access water from the springs before the Spartans did, as servants with whips drove anyone who approached away. Once, when Aristides was about to voice his concerns to Pausanias, Pausanias angrily told him he was too busy to listen. As a result, the sea captains and generals of the Greeks, especially the Chians, Samians, and Lesbians, approached Aristides and asked him to be their general and to take command of the allies, who had long wanted to break away from the Spartans and join the Athenians. He replied that he recognized both the fairness and necessity in what they said, but their loyalty needed to be proven through some action that would make it impossible for them to change their minds later. Then Uliades from Samos and Antagoras from Chios plotted together and attacked Pausanias's ship near Byzantium, getting in between his ship and the others. When Pausanias saw them, he stood up and angrily threatened to show them they weren't just endangering his ship but their own countries. They told him to go away and thank Fortune for aiding him at Plataea; so far, out of respect for that, the Greeks had held back from punishing him for his actions. Ultimately, they all left and joined the Athenians. The nobility of the Spartans was remarkable because when they realized their generals were becoming corrupted by their power, they willingly gave up the main command and stopped sending any more commanders to the wars, preferring to have moderate citizens who adhered to their customs rather than rule all of Greece.
Even during the command of the Lacedaemonians, the Greeks paid a certain contribution towards the maintenance of the war; and being desirous to be rated city by city in their due proportion, they desired Aristides of the Athenians, and gave him command, surveying the country and revenue, to assess every one according to their ability and what they were worth. But he, being so largely empowered, Greece as it were submitting all her affairs to his sole management, went out poor, and returned poorer; laying the tax not only without corruption and injustice, but to the satisfaction and convenience of all. For as the ancients celebrated the age of Saturn, so did the confederates of Athens Aristides’s taxation, terming it the happy time of Greece; and that more especially, as the sum was in a short time doubled, and afterwards trebled. For the assessment which Aristides made, was four hundred and sixty talents. But to this Pericles added very near one third part more; for Thucydides says, that in the beginning of the Peloponnesian war, the Athenians had coming in from their confederates six hundred talents. But after Pericles’s death, the demagogues, increasing by little and little, raised it to the sum of thirteen hundred talents; not so much through the war’s being so expensive and chargeable either by its length or ill success, as by their alluring the people to spend upon largesses and play-house allowances, and in erecting statues and temples. Aristides, therefore, having acquired a wonderful and great reputation by this levy of the tribute, Themistocles is said to have derided him, as if this had been not the commendation of a man, but a money-bag; a retaliation, though not in the same kind, for some free words which Aristides had used. For he, when Themistocles once was saying that he thought the highest virtue of a general was to understand and foreknow the measures the enemy would take, replied, “This, indeed, Themistocles, is simply necessary, but the excellent thing in a general is to keep his hands from taking money.”
Even when the Spartans were in charge, the Greeks contributed to covering the war expenses. Wanting each city to pay its fair share, they turned to Aristides of Athens, giving him the task of assessing the income and resources of each city to determine what they could contribute. With this significant responsibility, Aristides managed Greece's affairs solely. He left without wealth and returned with even less, implementing the tax fairly and justly, to everyone's satisfaction. Just as the ancients celebrated the era of Saturn, the allies of Athens praised Aristides's taxation, calling it a fortunate time for Greece; especially since the total amount quickly doubled and then tripled. Aristides's assessment started at four hundred sixty talents, but Pericles later added nearly a third more, as Thucydides mentions that at the start of the Peloponnesian War, Athens received six hundred talents from their allies. After Pericles's death, the populists gradually increased that amount to thirteen hundred talents, not so much due to the costly war or its prolonged duration, but by enticing the people to spend on gifts, entertainment, and building statues and temples. Aristides gained a remarkable reputation from this tribute collection, and Themistocles is said to have mocked him for it, as if that were not a mark of a man but a money-bag; a response, though not the same kind, to some remarks Aristides had made. When Themistocles claimed that the greatest virtue of a general was to anticipate the enemy's actions, Aristides replied, "That’s necessary, Themistocles, but the true excellence in a general is to keep his hands clean from accepting money."
Aristides, moreover, made all the people of Greece swear to keep the league, and himself took the oath in the name of the Athenians, flinging wedges of red hot iron into the sea, after curses against such as should make breach of their vow. But afterwards, it would seem, when things were in such a state as constrained them to govern with a stronger hand, he bade the Athenians to throw the perjury upon him, and manage affairs as convenience required. And, in general, Theophrastus tells us, that Aristides was, in his own private affairs, and those of his fellow-citizens, rigorously just, but that in public matters he acted often in accordance with his country’s policy, which demanded, sometimes, not a little injustice. It is reported of him that he said in a debate, upon the motion of the Samians for removing the treasure from Delos to Athens, contrary to the league, that the thing indeed was not just, but was expedient.
Aristides also made everyone in Greece swear to uphold the league, and he himself took the oath on behalf of the Athenians, throwing red-hot iron wedges into the sea while cursing anyone who would break their vow. However, it seems that later on, when things got complicated and required a firmer approach, he told the Athenians to blame him for any breach of the oath and to handle matters as needed. In general, Theophrastus tells us that Aristides was very just in his private life and in the lives of his fellow citizens, but that in public affairs he often acted according to what was best for his country, which sometimes involved some injustices. It's reported that during a debate on the Samians' proposal to move the treasure from Delos to Athens, which was against the league, he said that while the action wasn't fair, it was practical.
In fine, having established the dominion of his city over so many people, he himself remained indigent; and always delighted as much in the glory of being poor, as in that of his trophies; as is evident from the following story. Callias, the torchbearer, was related to him: and was prosecuted by his enemies in a capital cause, in which, after they had slightly argued the matters on which they indicted him, they proceeded, beside the point, to address the judges: “You know,” said they, “Aristides, the son of Lysimachus, who is the admiration of all Greece. In what a condition do you think his family is in at his house, when you see him appear in public in such a threadbare cloak? Is it not probable that one who, out of doors, goes thus exposed to the cold, must want food and other necessaries at home? Callias, the wealthiest of the Athenians, does nothing to relieve either him or his wife and children in their poverty, though he is his own cousin, and has made use of him in many cases, and often reaped advantage by his interest with you.” But Callias, perceiving the judges were moved more particularly by this, and were exasperated against him, called in Aristides, requiring him to testify that when he frequently offered him divers presents, and entreated him to accept them, he had refused, answering, that it became him better to be proud of his poverty than Callias of his wealth: since there are many to be seen that make a good, or a bad use of riches, but it is difficult, comparatively, to meet with one who supports poverty in a noble spirit; those only should be ashamed of it who incurred it against their wills. On Aristides deposing these facts in favor of Callias, there was none who heard them, that went not away desirous rather to be poor like Aristides, than rich as Callias. Thus Aeschines, the scholar of Socrates, writes. But Plato declares, that of all the great and renowned men in the city of Athens, he was the only one worthy of consideration; for Themistocles, Cimon, and Pericles filled the city with porticoes, treasure, and many other vain things, but Aristides guided his public life by the rule of justice. He showed his moderation very plainly in his conduct towards Themistocles himself. For though Themistocles had been his adversary in all his undertakings, and was the cause of his banishment, yet when he afforded a similar opportunity of revenge, being accused to the city, Aristides bore him no malice; but while Alcmaeon, Cimon, and many others, were prosecuting and impeaching him, Aristides alone, neither did, nor said any ill against him, and no more triumphed over his enemy in his adversity, than he had envied him his prosperity.
In summary, even after establishing his city's control over so many people, he himself remained poor and took as much pride in his poverty as in his achievements, which is clear from the following story. Callias, the torchbearer and his relative, was prosecuted by his enemies in a serious case. After briefly discussing the charges against him, the accusers turned to the judges and said, “You know Aristides, the son of Lysimachus, who is admired throughout Greece. What do you think his family must be like at home when he appears in public wearing such a shabby cloak? Isn’t it likely that someone who goes outside like this must be struggling for food and other basic needs at home? Callias, the richest of the Athenians, does nothing to help him or his wife and children in their poverty, despite being his cousin and having benefited from his connections with you.” Seeing that the judges were particularly affected by this, and were angry with him, Callias brought in Aristides, asking him to confirm that he had often offered him gifts and begged him to accept them, but Aristides had declined, saying it was better to take pride in his poverty than for Callias to take pride in his wealth. While many people make good or bad use of riches, it's much rarer to find someone who handles poverty with dignity; only those who fall into poverty against their will should be ashamed of it. When Aristides testified to these facts in favor of Callias, no one who heard them left without wishing to be poor like Aristides rather than rich like Callias. Thus wrote Aeschines, a student of Socrates. But Plato states that among all the prominent men in Athens, he alone was truly worthy of respect; because while Themistocles, Cimon, and Pericles filled the city with colonnades, wealth, and other trivial things, Aristides guided his public life by justice. He demonstrated his moderation clearly in how he treated Themistocles. Although Themistocles had opposed him in all his efforts and was the reason for his exile, when he had the chance for revenge after being accused, Aristides held no grudge against him. While Alcmaeon, Cimon, and many others were prosecuting him, Aristides neither spoke nor acted against him, nor did he take pleasure in his misfortune any more than he had resented his success.
Some say Aristides died in Pontus, during a voyage upon the affairs of the public. Others that he died of old age at Athens, being in great honor and veneration amongst his fellow-citizens. But Craterus, the Macedonian, relates his death as follows. After the banishment of Themistocles, he says, the people growing insolent, there sprung up a number of false and frivolous accusers, impeaching the best and most influential men and exposing them to the envy of the multitude, whom their good fortune and power had filled with self-conceit. Amongst these, Aristides was condemned of bribery, upon the accusation of Diophantus of Amphitrope, for taking money from the Ionians when he was collector of the tribute; and being unable to pay the fine, which was fifty minae, sailed to Ionia, and died there. But of this Craterus brings no written proof, neither the sentence of his condemnation, nor the decree of the people; though in general it is tolerably usual with him to set down such things and to cite his authors. Almost all others who have spoken of the misdeeds of the people towards their generals, collect them all together, and tell us of the banishment of Themistocles, Miltiades’s bonds, Pericles’s fine, and the death of Paches in the judgment hall, who, upon receiving sentence, killed himself on the hustings, with many things of the like nature. They add the banishment of Aristides; but of this his condemnation, they make no mention.
Some say Aristides died in Pontus while traveling for public affairs. Others claim he passed away of old age in Athens, enjoying great respect and admiration from his fellow citizens. However, Craterus, the Macedonian, describes his death like this: After Themistocles was banished, the people became arrogant, leading to a rise in false and trivial accusers targeting the best and most influential men, stirring envy among the masses, who were inflated by their success and power. Among these, Aristides was accused of bribery by Diophantus of Amphitrope, who claimed he took money from the Ionians while serving as the collector of tribute. Unable to pay the fine of fifty minae, he sailed to Ionia and died there. Yet, Craterus provides no written evidence for this, nor the sentence of his condemnation or the decree of the people, although he usually documents such things and cites his sources. Nearly everyone else who has addressed the mistreatment of generals by the people gathers these instances together, mentioning the banishment of Themistocles, the imprisonment of Miltiades, Pericles's fine, and the death of Paches in the courtroom, who took his own life after receiving his sentence, as well as many other similar cases. They include the banishment of Aristides, but they make no mention of his condemnation.
Moreover, his monument is to be seen at Phalerum, which they say was built him by the city, he not having left enough even to defray funeral charges. And it is stated, that his two daughters were publicly married out of the prytaneum, or state-house, by the city, which decreed each of them three thousand drachmas for her portion; and that upon his son Lysimachus, the people bestowed a hundred minas of money, and as many acres of planted land, and ordered him besides, upon the motion of Alcibiades, four drachmas a day. Furthermore, Lysimachus leaving a daughter, named Polycrite, as Callisthenes says, the people voted her, also, the same allowance for food with those that obtained the victory in the Olympic Games. But Demetrius the Phalerian, Hieronymus the Rhodian, Aristoxenus the musician, and Aristotle, (if the Treatise of Nobility is to be reckoned among the genuine pieces of Aristotle,) say that Myrto, Aristides’s granddaughter, lived with Socrates the philosopher, who indeed had another wife, but took her into his house, being a widow, by reason of her indigence, and want of the necessaries of life. But Panaetius sufficiently confutes this in his books concerning Socrates. Demetrius the Phalerian, in his Socrates, says, he knew one Lysimachus, son to the daughter of Aristides, extremely poor, who used to sit near what is called the Iaccheum, and sustained himself by a table for interpreting dreams; and that, upon his proposal and representations, a decree was passed by the people, to give the mother and aunt of this man half a drachma a day. The same Demetrius, when he was legislating himself, decreed each of these women a drachma per diem. And it is not to be wondered at, that the people of Athens should take such care of people living in the city, since hearing the granddaughter of Aristogiton was in a low condition in the isle of Lemnos, and so poor nobody would marry her they brought her back to Athens, and, marrying her to a man of good birth, gave a farm at Potamus as her marriage-portion; and of similar humanity and bounty the city of Athens, even in our age, has given numerous proofs, and is justly admired and respected in consequence.
Moreover, his monument can be seen at Phalerum, which they say was built for him by the city, as he hadn’t left enough even to cover funeral expenses. It’s reported that his two daughters were publicly married from the prytaneum, or state-house, by the city, which granted each of them three thousand drachmas for their dowries. Additionally, the people awarded his son Lysimachus a hundred minas of money and as many acres of planted land, also ordering him, at Alcibiades's suggestion, to receive four drachmas a day. Furthermore, Lysimachus had a daughter named Polycrite, as Callisthenes mentions, and the people voted to give her the same daily allowance for food as those who won at the Olympic Games. However, Demetrius of Phalerum, Hieronymus of Rhodes, Aristoxenus the musician, and Aristotle (if the Treatise of Nobility is considered a genuine work of Aristotle) state that Myrto, Aristides’s granddaughter, lived with the philosopher Socrates, who actually had another wife but took her into his home because she was a widow in need of basic necessities. Panaetius effectively refutes this in his writings about Socrates. Demetrius of Phalerum mentions knowing one Lysimachus, the son of Aristides’s daughter, who was extremely poor and used to sit near what is called the Iaccheum, supporting himself by interpreting dreams at a table. Upon his proposal and representations, the people passed a decree to give this man’s mother and aunt half a drachma a day. The same Demetrius, when he was legislating himself, decreed that each of these women should receive a drachma per day. It's not surprising that the people of Athens took such care of individuals living in the city; when they heard that the granddaughter of Aristogiton was in a lowly situation on the isle of Lemnos, so poor that no one would marry her, they brought her back to Athens. They married her to a man of good background and provided a farm at Potamus as her marriage portion. The city of Athens has demonstrated similar humanity and generosity even in our time, earning just admiration and respect for it.
MARCUS CATO
Marcus Cato, we are told, was born at Tusculum, though (till he betook himself to civil and military affairs) he lived and was bred up in the country of the Sabines, where his father’s estate lay. His ancestors seeming almost entirely unknown, he himself praises his father Marcus, as a worthy man and a brave soldier, and Cato, his great grandfather too, as one who had often obtained military prizes, and who, having lost five horses under him, received, on the account of his valor, the worth of them out of the public exchequer. Now it being the custom among the Romans to call those who, having no repute by birth, made themselves eminent by their own exertions, new men or upstarts, they called even Cato himself so, and so he confessed himself to be as to any public distinction or employment, but yet asserted that in the exploits and virtues of his ancestors he was very ancient. His third name originally was not Cato, but Priscus, though afterwards he had the surname of Cato, by reason of his abilities; for the Romans call a skillful or experienced man, Catus. He was of a ruddy complexion, and gray-eyed; as the writer, who, with no good-will, made the following epigram upon him, lets us see:—
Marcus Cato, we’re told, was born in Tusculum, but he grew up in the countryside of the Sabines, where his father's estate was. His ancestors seem to be almost entirely unknown, but he himself praises his father Marcus as a good man and a brave soldier, and his great-grandfather Cato as someone who often earned military honors and, after losing five horses in battle, received compensation from the public treasury due to his bravery. It was common among the Romans to refer to those who lacked noble birth but achieved prominence through their own efforts as "new men" or "upstarts." Cato was also labeled as such, and he acknowledged this regarding any public recognition or position, yet he claimed that he was quite ancient in terms of his ancestors' exploits and virtues. His third name wasn’t originally Cato, but Priscus; he later acquired the surname Cato because of his capabilities, as the Romans use "Catus" to describe someone skilled or experienced. He had a ruddy complexion and gray eyes; as the writer, who wasn’t fond of him, points out in the following epigram:—
Porcius, who snarls at all in every place,
With his gray eyes, and with his fiery face,
Even after death will scarce admitted be
Into the infernal realms by Hecate.
Porcius, who snaps at everyone everywhere,
With his gray eyes and fiery face,
Even after death will barely be
Allowed into the underworld by Hecate.
He gained, in early life, a good habit of body by working with his own hands, and living temperately, and serving in war; and seemed to have an equal proportion troth of health and strength. And he exerted and practiced his eloquence through all the neighborhood and little villages; thinking it as requisite as a second body, and an all but necessary organ to one who looks forward to something above a mere humble and inactive life. He would never refuse to be counsel for those who needed him, and was, indeed, early reckoned a good lawyer, and, ere long, a capable orator.
He developed a healthy lifestyle early on by doing manual labor, living a simple life, and serving in the military; he seemed to have a good balance of health and strength. He practiced his speaking skills throughout the community and in small towns, believing it was just as essential as a second body and almost a necessity for anyone wanting to achieve more than a humble and inactive existence. He would never decline to offer advice to those in need and was soon considered a good lawyer and, before long, a skilled orator.
Hence his solidity and depth of character showed itself gradually, more and more to those with whom he was concerned, and claimed, as it were, employment in great affairs, and places of public command. Nor did he merely abstain from taking fees for his counsel and pleading, but did not even seem to put any high price on the honor which proceeded from such kind of combats, seeming much more desirous to signalize himself in the camp and in real fights; and while yet but a youth, had his breast covered with scars he had received from the enemy; being (as he himself says) but seventeen years old, when he made his first campaign; in the time when Hannibal, in the height of his success, was burning and pillaging all Italy. In engagements he would strike boldly, without flinching, stand firm to his ground, fix a bold countenance upon his enemies, and with a harsh threatening voice accost them, justly thinking himself and telling others, that such a rugged kind of behavior sometimes terrifies the enemy more than the sword itself. In his marches, he bore his own arms on foot, whilst one servant only followed, to carry the provisions for his table, with whom he is said never to have been angry or hasty, whilst he made ready his dinner or supper, but would, for the most part, when he was free from military duty, assist and help him himself to dress it. When he was with the army, he used to drink only water; unless, perhaps, when extremely thirsty, he might mingle it with a little vinegar; or if he found his strength fail him, take a little wine.
His strong character gradually became more apparent to those around him, leading him to take on important roles in major affairs and public positions. He not only refrained from charging fees for his advice and representation but also didn't seem to value the honor that came from these kinds of battles, appearing much more eager to prove himself in the field and in actual combat. Even as a young man, he bore scars from encounters with the enemy; he mentioned that he was only seventeen when he went on his first campaign during the time when Hannibal was wreaking havoc throughout Italy. In battles, he would charge in fearlessly, hold his ground, confront his enemies with a steady gaze, and address them in a harsh, threatening tone, believing—and telling others—that such a rough demeanor could intimidate foes even more than a sword. While marching, he carried his own weapons and only had one servant to bring food for him, with whom he is said to have never lost his temper while preparing his meals. Instead, when not engaged in military duties, he often helped his servant cook. While with the army, he typically drank only water, unless unduly thirsty, in which case he might mix it with some vinegar, or if he felt weak, he would have a little wine.
The little country house of Manius Curius, who had been thrice carried in triumph, happened to be near his farm; so that often going thither, and contemplating the small compass of the place, and plainness of the dwelling, he formed an idea of the mind of the person, who, being one of the greatest of the Romans, and having subdued the most warlike nations, nay, had driven Pyrrhus out of Italy, now, after three triumphs, was contented to dig in so small a piece of ground, and live in such a cottage. Here it was that the ambassadors of the Samnites, finding him boiling turnips in the chimney corner, offered him a present of gold; but he sent them away with this saying; that he, who was content with such a supper, had no need of gold; and that he thought it more honorable to conquer those who possessed the gold, than to possess the gold itself. Cato, after reflecting upon these things, used to return, and reviewing his own farm, his servants, and housekeeping, increase his labor, and retrench all superfluous expenses.
The small country house of Manius Curius, who had been honored with three triumphs, happened to be near his farm. He often went there, and as he looked at the simple size of the place and the modesty of the dwelling, he thought about what it meant for a man who, being one of the greatest Romans and having defeated the most fierce nations, including driving Pyrrhus out of Italy, was now, after three triumphs, content to work a small plot of land and live in such a cottage. It was here that the ambassadors of the Samnites found him boiling turnips in the fireplace and offered him a gift of gold, but he sent them away, saying that a man who was satisfied with such a simple meal didn't need gold, and that he believed it was more honorable to defeat those who had the gold than to actually own it. After reflecting on these things, Cato would go back to his own farm, reviewing his workers and household management, increasing his efforts, and cutting unnecessary expenses.
When Fabius Maximus took Tarentum, Cato, being then but a youth, was a soldier under him; and being lodged with one Nearchus, a Pythagorean, desired to understand some of his doctrine, and hearing from him the language, which Plato also uses, — that pleasure is evil’s chief bait; the body the principal calamity of the soul; and that those thoughts which most separate and take it off from the affections of the body, most enfranchise and purify it; he fell in love the more with frugality and temperance. With this exception, he is said not to have studied Greek until when he was pretty old; and rhetoric, to have then profited a little by Thucydides, but more by Demosthenes: his writings, however, are considerably embellished with Greek sayings and stories; nay, many of these, translated word for word, are placed with his own apothegms and sentences.
When Fabius Maximus captured Tarentum, Cato, who was just a young soldier at the time, was serving under him. Staying with a Pythagorean named Nearchus, he wanted to learn some of his teachings. He heard from Nearchus the idea that pleasure is the main temptation of evil, that the body is the primary misfortune of the soul, and that thoughts which distance us from bodily desires help to free and purify the soul. This made him even more attracted to frugality and self-control. Apart from this, it’s said that he didn’t really study Greek until he was quite old. He picked up a little rhetoric from Thucydides but learned more from Demosthenes. Nevertheless, his writings are filled with Greek sayings and stories; in fact, many of these are translated word for word and placed alongside his own quotes and sentences.
There was a man of the highest rank, and very influential among the Romans, called Valerius Flaccus, who was singularly skillful in discerning excellence yet in the bud, and, also, much disposed to nourish and advance it. He, it seems, had lands bordering upon Cato’s; nor could he but admire, when he understood from his servants the manner of his living, how he labored with his own hands, went on foot betimes in the morning to the courts to assist those who wanted his counsel; how, returning home again, when it was winter, he would throw a loose frock over his shoulders, and in the summer time would work without anything on among his domestics, sit down with them, eat of the same bread, and drink of the same wine. When they spoke, also, of other good qualities, his fair dealing and moderation, mentioning also some of his wise sayings, he ordered, that he should be invited to supper; and thus becoming personally assured of his fine temper and his superior character which, like a plant, seemed only to require culture and a better situation, he urged and persuaded him to apply himself to state affairs at Rome. Thither, therefore, he went, and by his pleading soon gained many friends and admirers; but, Valerius chiefly assisting his promotion, he first of all got appointed tribune in the army, and afterwards was made quaestor, or treasurer. And now becoming eminent and noted, he passed, with Valerius himself, through the greatest commands, being first his colleague as consul, and then censor. But among all the ancient senators, he most attached himself to Fabius Maximus; not so much for the honor of his person, and greatness of his power, as that he might have before him his habit and manner of life, as the best examples to follow: and so he did not hesitate to oppose Scipio the Great, who, being then but a young man, seemed to set himself against the power of Fabius, and to be envied by him. For being sent together with him as treasurer, when he saw him, according to his natural custom, make great expenses, and distribute among the soldiers without sparing, he freely told him that the expense in itself was not the greatest thing to be considered, but that he was corrupting the ancient frugality of the soldiers, by giving them the means to abandon themselves to unnecessary pleasures and luxuries. Scipio answered, that he had no need for so accurate a treasurer, (bearing on as he was, so to say, full sail to the war,) and that he owed the people an account of his actions, and not of the money he spent. Hereupon Cato returned from Sicily, and, together with Fabius, made loud complaints in the open senate of Scipio’s lavishing unspeakable sums, and childishly loitering away his time in wrestling matches and comedies, as if he were not to make war, but holiday; and thus succeeded in getting some of the tribunes of the people sent to call him back to Rome, in case the accusations should prove true. But Scipio demonstrating, as it were, to them, by his preparations, the coming victory, and, being found merely to be living pleasantly with his friends, when there was nothing else to do, but in no respect because of that easiness and liberality at all the more negligent in things of consequence and moment, without impediment, set sail towards the war.
There was a highly respected and influential man among the Romans named Valerius Flaccus. He had a unique talent for spotting potential before it fully developed, and he was also eager to nurture and promote it. He owned lands next to those of Cato and couldn't help but admire Cato's way of life when he learned from his servants how hard he worked with his own hands. Cato would wake up early and walk to the courts to help those seeking his advice. In winter, he’d throw on a loose robe over his shoulders, and in summer, he would work with his staff bare-chested, sharing meals and drinks with them. When his servants spoke highly of Cato, praising his fairness, moderation, and some of his wise sayings, Valerius decided to invite him to dinner. After getting to know Cato personally and appreciating his great character—much like a plant needing proper care to thrive—Valerius encouraged him to get involved in politics in Rome. Cato accepted the invitation and quickly gained friends and admirers through his speeches. With Valerius’s help, he first became a tribune in the army and later a quaestor, or treasurer. As he rose to prominence, he served in significant roles alongside Valerius, first as his colleague in the consulship, and later as censor. Among all the seasoned senators, Cato was especially close to Fabius Maximus, not only for his esteemed position but also to learn from his lifestyle as a model to emulate. He didn't hesitate to challenge Scipio the Great, who was a young man trying to assert himself against Fabius, and who seemed to envy him. During their time together as treasurers, Cato pointed out Scipio’s lavish spending and warned that it was undermining the traditional discipline of the soldiers by allowing them to indulge in unnecessary luxuries. Scipio retorted that he didn’t need such a meticulous treasurer, as he was fully committed to the war, and that he was accountable to the people for his actions, not for his expenditures. Following this, Cato returned from Sicily and, alongside Fabius, publicly criticized Scipio in the Senate for squandering vast amounts of money and wasting time on wrestling matches and comedies instead of preparing for war. They successfully got some tribunes to summon Scipio back to Rome if the accusations were proven true. However, Scipio showed them through his preparations that victory was imminent, and despite enjoying time with friends, he remained dedicated and focused on important matters, setting sail for war without any hindrance.
Cato grew more and more powerful by his eloquence, so that he was commonly called the Roman Demosthenes; but his manner of life was yet more famous and talked of. For oratorical skill was, as an accomplishment, commonly studied and sought after by all young men; but he was very rare who would cultivate the old habits of bodily labor, or prefer a light supper, and a breakfast which never saw the fire; or be in love with poor clothes and a homely lodging, or could set his ambition rather on doing without luxuries than on possessing them. For now the state, unable to keep its purity by reason of its greatness, and having so many affairs, and people from all parts under its government, was fain to admit many mixed customs, and new examples of living. With reason, therefore, everybody admired Cato, when they saw others sink under labors, and grow effeminate by pleasures; and yet beheld him unconquered by either, and that not only when he was young and desirous of honor, but also when old and greyheaded, after a consulship and triumph; like some famous victor in the games, persevering in his exercise and maintaining his character to the very last. He himself says, that he never wore a suit of clothes which cost more than a hundred drachmas; and that, when he was general and consul, he drank the same wine which his workmen did; and that the meat or fish which was bought in the market for his dinner, did not cost above thirty asses. All which was for the sake of the commonwealth, that so his body might be the hardier for the war. Having a piece of embroidered Babylonian tapestry left him, he sold it; because none of his farm-houses were so much as plastered. Nor did he ever buy a slave for above fifteen hundred drachmas; as he did not seek for effeminate and handsome ones, but able, sturdy workmen, horse-keepers and cow-herds: and these he thought ought to be sold again, when they grew old, and no useless servants fed in a house. In short, he reckoned nothing a good bargain, which was superfluous; but whatever it was, though sold for a farthing, he would think it a great price, if you had no need of it; and was for the purchase of lands for sowing and feeding, rather than grounds for sweeping and watering.
Cato became increasingly powerful through his eloquence, earning him the nickname the Roman Demosthenes; however, his way of life was even more notable and widely discussed. While public speaking was something many young men sought to master, it was rare to find someone who maintained traditional habits of hard work, preferred a light dinner, had breakfast that didn’t require cooking, took pride in simple clothing and modest living arrangements, or valued doing without luxuries over acquiring them. The state, unable to maintain its integrity due to its vastness, faced numerous challenges and dealt with people from different regions, and thus was forced to adopt various mixed customs and new lifestyles. Consequently, people admired Cato for his resilience, especially when they saw others succumbing to hard labor and being softened by indulgence, while he remained unaffected by either. This was true not only in his youth, when he pursued honor, but also in his old age, after serving as consul and achieving triumphs, much like a celebrated champion who continues to train rigorously and uphold his character until the end. He claimed he never wore a suit that cost more than a hundred drachmas, and when he was a general and consul, he drank the same wine as his laborers. The food he purchased for dinner rarely exceeded thirty asses. All this was for the sake of the republic, to keep his body tough and ready for war. When he inherited a piece of elaborate Babylonian tapestry, he sold it because none of his farmhouses were even plastered. He never bought a slave for more than fifteen hundred drachmas, preferring strong, capable workers like horsekeepers and cowherds over delicate, attractive individuals; he believed these workers should be sold once they got old, ensuring no useless servants were kept in his household. In short, he considered anything unnecessary to be a poor deal, and regardless of the price, even if something was sold for just a penny, he would think it too much if it wasn’t needed; he favored purchasing land for crops and livestock over land just for beautification.
Some imputed these things to petty avarice, but others approved of him, as if he had only the more strictly denied himself for the rectifying and amending of others. Yet certainly, in my judgment, it marks an over-rigid temper, for a man to take the work out of his servants as out of brute beasts, turning them off and selling them in their old age, and thinking there ought to be no further commerce between man and man, than whilst there arises some profit by it. We see that kindness or humanity has a larger field than bare justice to exercise itself in; law and justice we cannot, in the nature of things, employ on others than men; but we may extend our goodness and charity even to irrational creatures; and such acts flow from a gentle nature, as water from an abundant spring. It is doubtless the part of a kind-natured man to keep even worn-out horses and dogs, and not only take care of them when they are foals and whelps, but also when they are grown old. The Athenians, when they built their Hecatompedon, turned those mules loose to feed freely, which they had observed to have done the hardest labor. One of these (they say) came once of itself to offer its service, and ran along with, nay, and went before, the teams which drew the wagons up to the acropolis, as if it would incite and encourage them to draw more stoutly; upon which there passed a vote, that the creature should be kept at the public charge even till it died. The graves of Cimon’s horses, which thrice won the Olympian races, are yet to be seen close by his own monument. Old Xanthippus, too, (amongst many others who buried the dogs they had bred up,) entombed his which swam after his galley to Salamis, when the people fled from Athens, on the top of a cliff, which they call the dog’s tomb to this day. Nor are we to use living creatures like old shoes or dishes, and throw them away when they are worn out or broken with service; but if it were for nothing else, but by way of study and practice in humanity, a man ought always to prehabituate himself in these things to be of a kind and sweet disposition. As to myself, I would not so much as sell my draught ox on the account of his age, much less for a small piece of money sell a poor old man, and so chase him, as it were, from his own country, by turning him not only out of the place where he has lived a long while, but also out of the manner of living he has been accustomed to, and that more especially when he would be as useless to the buyer as to the seller. Yet Cato for all this glories that he left that very horse in Spain, which he used in the wars when he was consul, only because he would not put the public to the charge of his freight. Whether these acts are to be ascribed to the greatness or pettiness of his spirit, let every one argue as they please.
Some people attributed these actions to greed, while others supported him, as if he had simply made stricter self-denials to improve and correct others. However, I believe it shows an overly rigid nature for someone to exploit their servants like animals, dismissing and selling them off when they’re old, thinking there should be no connection between people unless there’s a profit involved. Kindness or compassion has a broader purpose than mere justice; law and justice can only apply to humans, but we can extend our kindness and charity even to animals. Such actions come from a gentle nature, like water flowing from an abundant spring. It's certainly the mark of a kind-hearted person to take care of worn-out horses and dogs, not just when they’re young, but also in their old age. The Athenians, when they built their Hecatompedon, released the mules that had worked the hardest to graze freely. One of these, they say, came to offer its services and ran alongside, even ahead of, the teams pulling the wagons to the acropolis, as if to encourage them to pull harder; this led to a decision that the animal should be cared for with public funds until its death. The graves of Cimon’s horses, which won the Olympic races three times, can still be seen near his monument. Old Xanthippus, along with many others who buried their dogs, also buried the one that swam after his ship to Salamis when the people fled from Athens, on a cliff that’s still called the dog’s tomb today. We should not treat living beings like worn-out shoes or broken dishes, discarding them when they are no longer useful; if for nothing else, we should practice kindness and humanity, nurturing a gentle and sweet disposition. For myself, I wouldn’t sell my draft ox, even due to its age, much less sell a poor old man for a small amount of money, effectively driving him away from his homeland and the life he’s known, especially when he would be just as useless to the buyer as to the seller. Yet Cato boasts that he left the very horse he used in the wars when he was consul in Spain, simply to avoid costing the public for its transport. Whether these actions reflect a noble or petty spirit, everyone can argue their own opinion.
For his general temperance, however, and self-control, he really deserves the highest admiration. For when he commanded the army, he never took for himself, and those that belonged to him, above three bushels of wheat for a month, and somewhat less than a bushel and a half a day of barley for his baggage-cattle. And when he entered upon the government of Sardinia, where his predecessors had been used to require tents, bedding, and clothes upon the public account, and to charge the state heavily with the cost of provisions and entertainments for a great train of servants and friends, the difference he showed in his economy was something incredible. There was nothing of any sort for which he put the public to expense; he would walk without a carriage to visit the cities, with one only of the common town officers, who carried his dress, and a cup to offer libation with. Yet, though he seemed thus easy and sparing to all who were under his power, he, on the other hand, showed most inflexible severity and strictness, in what related to public justice, and was rigorous, and precise in what concerned the ordinances of the commonwealth; so that the Roman government, never seemed more terrible, nor yet more mild, than under his administration.
For his general temperance and self-control, he truly deserves the highest admiration. When he led the army, he never took more than three bushels of wheat a month for himself and his people, and just under a bushel and a half of barley each day for his baggage animals. When he took over the government of Sardinia, where his predecessors typically required the state to cover expenses for tents, bedding, and clothing, and heavily charged it for provisions and entertainment for a large entourage, the difference in his approach to spending was astonishing. He didn’t incur any costs for the public; he walked without a carriage to visit the cities, accompanied only by one local official who carried his clothing and a cup for offering libations. However, despite appearing so easygoing and frugal to those under his authority, he demonstrated absolute rigor and strictness regarding public justice, being severe and precise with the laws of the commonwealth. Under his administration, the Roman government never seemed more formidable or more lenient.
His very manner of speaking seemed to have such a kind of idea with it; for it was courteous, and yet forcible; pleasant, yet overwhelming; facetious, yet austere; sententious, and yet vehement: like Socrates, in the description of Plato, who seemed outwardly to those about him to be but a simple, talkative, blunt fellow; whilst at the bottom he was full of such gravity and matter, as would even move tears, and touch the very hearts of his auditors. And, therefore, I know not what has persuaded some to say, that Cato’s style was chiefly like that of Lysias. However, let us leave those to judge of these things, who profess most to distinguish between the several kinds of oratorical style in Latin; whilst we write down some of his memorable sayings; being of the opinion that a man’s character appears much more by his words, than, as some think it does, by his looks.
His way of speaking seemed to convey a unique message; it was polite but powerful, enjoyable yet intense, humorous yet serious, pointed yet passionate. Like Socrates, as described by Plato, who appeared to those around him to be just an uncomplicated, chatty, blunt person; while beneath the surface, he was filled with such depth and substance that it could even evoke tears and deeply touch the hearts of his listeners. So, I’m not sure why some people say that Cato’s style was mainly similar to that of Lysias. Still, let’s leave the judging to those who claim to be experts in different types of rhetorical style in Latin, while we note some of his memorable quotes, believing that a man’s character is revealed more through his words than, as some believe, through his appearance.
Being once desirous to dissuade the common people of Rome, from their unseasonable and impetuous clamor for largesses and distributions of corn, he began thus to harangue them: “It is a difficult task, O citizens, to make speeches to the belly, which has no ears.” Reproving, also, their sumptuous habits, he said, it was hard to preserve a city, where a fish sold for more than an ox. He had a saying, also, that the Roman people were like sheep; for they, when single, do not obey, but when altogether in a flock, they follow their leaders: “So you,” said he, “when you have got together in a body, let yourselves be guided by those whom singly you would never think of being advised by.” Discoursing of the power of women: “Men,” said he, “usually command women; but we command all men, and the women command us.” But this, indeed, is borrowed from the sayings of Themistocles, who, when his son was making many demands of him by means of the mother, said, “O woman, the Athenians govern the Greeks; I govern the Athenians, but you govern me, and your son governs you; so let him use his power sparingly, since, simple as he is, he can do more than all the Greeks together.” Another saying of Cato’s was, that the Roman people did not only fix the value of such and such purple dyes, but also of such and such habits of life: “For,” said he, “as dyers most of all dye such colors as they see to be most agreeable, so the young men learn, and zealously affect what is most popular with you.” He also exhorted them, that if they were grown great by their virtue and temperance, they should not change for the worse; but if intemperance and vice had made them great, they should change for the better; for by that means they were grown indeed quite great enough. He would say, likewise, of men who wanted to be continually in office, that apparently they did not know their road; since they could not do without beadles to guide them on it. He also reproved the citizens for choosing still the same men as their magistrates: “For you will seem,” said he, “either not to esteem government worth much, or to think few worthy to hold it.” Speaking, too, of a certain enemy of his, who lived a very base and discreditable life: “It is considered,” he said, “rather as a curse than a blessing on him, that this fellow’s mother prays that she may leave him behind her.” Pointing at one who had sold the land which his father had left him, and which lay near the sea-side, he pretended to express his wonder at his being stronger even than the sea itself; for what it washed away with a great deal of labor, he with a great deal of ease drank away. When the senate, with a great deal of splendor, received king Eumenes on his visit to Rome, and the chief citizens strove who should be most about him, Cato appeared to regard him with suspicion and apprehension; and when one that stood by, too, took occasion to say, that he was a very good prince, and a great lover of the Romans: “It may be so,” said Cato, “but by nature this same animal of a king, is a kind of man-eater;” nor, indeed, were there ever kings who deserved to be compared with Epaminondas, Pericles, Themistocles, Manius Curius, or Hamilcar, surnamed Barcas. He used to say, too, that his enemies envied him; because he had to get up every day before light, and neglect his own business to follow that of the public. He would also tell you, that he had rather be deprived of the reward for doing well, than not to suffer the punishment for doing ill; and that he could pardon all offenders but himself.
Once wanting to dissuade the common people of Rome from their untimely and intense demands for handouts and corn distributions, he started to address them: “It’s a tough job, citizens, to speak to the belly, which has no ears.” Criticizing their extravagant lifestyles, he remarked that it was hard to maintain a city where a fish sold for more than an ox. He also had a saying that the Roman people were like sheep; when they're alone, they don't follow anyone, but when gathered together, they follow their leaders: “So you,” he said, “when you’re all gathered, let yourselves be led by those you would never consider taking advice from alone.” Discussing the influence of women: “Men,” he said, “usually control women; but we control all men, and the women control us.” This idea echoes the words of Themistocles, who, when his son made many demands through his mother, said, “Oh woman, the Athenians rule the Greeks; I rule the Athenians, but you rule me, and your son rules you; so let him use his power wisely, since, as simple as he is, he can do more than all the Greeks combined.” Another saying of Cato's was that the Roman people not only determine the value of certain purple dyes but also of various lifestyles: “For,” he said, “just as dyers primarily dye the colors they find most pleasing, young men learn and eagerly adopt what is most popular with you.” He also encouraged them, saying if they had grown strong through their virtue and self-control, they shouldn’t change for the worse; but if they had become great through excess and vice, they should strive to improve; for they were already quite significant. He also commented about men who wanted to always hold office, saying they clearly didn’t know the way since they couldn’t manage without guides to lead them. He reproached the citizens for repeatedly selecting the same individuals as their leaders: “For you will seem,” he said, “either to undervalue government or to believe there are few worthy of it.” Speaking of an enemy of his who lived a very shameful life, he remarked: “It’s seen as more of a curse than a blessing that this man’s mother wishes to leave him behind.” Pointing at someone who had sold the land left to him by his father, located by the seaside, he feigned amazement that he was even stronger than the sea itself; for what the sea took away with great effort, he casually consumed. When the senate, with great pomp, received King Eumenes during his visit to Rome, and the leading citizens vied for his attention, Cato appeared to regard him with suspicion and concern; when someone nearby claimed he was a good king and a great friend of the Romans, Cato replied, “That might be true, but by nature, this king is a kind of man-eater;” nor were there ever kings who could be compared to Epaminondas, Pericles, Themistocles, Manius Curius, or Hamilcar, known as Barcas. He often said that his enemies envied him; because he had to rise every day before dawn and neglect his own affairs to manage public matters. He would also tell you that he would rather miss out on the reward for doing good than not face the punishment for doing wrong; and that he could forgive all wrongdoers but himself.
The Romans having sent three ambassadors to Bithynia, of whom one was gouty, another had his skull trepanned, and the other seemed little better than a fool; Cato, laughing, gave out, that the Romans had sent an embassy, which had neither feet, head, nor heart. His interest being entreated by Scipio, on account of Polybius, for the Achaean exiles, and there happening to be a great discussion in the senate about it, some being for, and some against their return; Cato, standing up, thus delivered himself: “Here do we sit all day long, as if we had nothing to do, but beat our brains whether these old Greeks should be carried to their graves by the bearers here or by those in Achaea.” The senate voting their return, it seems that a few days after Polybius’s friends further wished that it should be moved in the senate, that the said banished persons should receive again the honors which they first had in Achaea; and, to this purpose, they sounded Cato for his opinion; but he, smiling, answered, that Polybius, Ulysses-like, having escaped out of the Cyclops’ den, wanted, it would seem, to go back again because he had left his cap and belt behind him. He used to assert, also, that wise men profited more by fools, than fools by wise men; for that wise men avoided the faults of fools, but that fools would not imitate the good examples of wise men. He would profess, too, that he was more taken with young men that blushed, than with those who looked pale; and that he never desired to have a soldier that moved his hands too much in marching, and his feet too much in fighting; or snored louder than he shouted. Ridiculing a fat overgrown man: “What use,” said he, “can the state turn a man’s body to, when all between the throat and groin is taken up by the belly?” When one who was much given to pleasures desired his acquaintance, begging his pardon, he said, he could not live with a man whose palate was of a quicker sense than his heart. He would likewise say, that the soul of a lover lived in the body of another: and that in his whole life he most repented of three things; one was, that he had trusted a secret to a woman; another, that he went by water when he might have gone by land; the third, that he had remained one whole day without doing any business of moment. Applying himself to an old man who was committing some vice: “Friend,” said he, “old age has of itself blemishes enough; do not you add to it the deformity of vice.” Speaking to a tribune, who was reputed a poisoner, and was very violent for the bringing in of a bill, in order to make a certain law: “Young man,” cried he, “I know not which would be better, to drink what you mix, or confirm what you would put up for a law.” Being reviled by a fellow who lived a profligate and wicked life: “A contest,” replied he, “is unequal between you and me; for you can hear ill words easily, and can as easily give them; but it is unpleasant to me to give such, and unusual to hear them.” Such was his manner of expressing himself in his memorable sayings.
The Romans sent three ambassadors to Bithynia. One had gout, another had a trephined skull, and the third seemed hardly better than a fool. Cato, laughing, remarked that the Romans sent an embassy with neither feet, head, nor heart. When Scipio asked for his support regarding the Achaean exiles, there was a significant debate in the senate about their return, with some in favor and some against it. Cato stood up and said: “Here we sit all day long as if we have nothing to do except ponder whether these old Greeks should be buried by the bearers here or by those in Achaea.” After the senate voted for their return, a few days later, Polybius’s friends wanted to propose in the senate that the exiled individuals be restored to the honors they once held in Achaea. They sought Cato's opinion, but he smiled and replied that Polybius, like Ulysses, had escaped the Cyclops’ den but seemed to want to return because he left his cap and belt behind. He would often say that wise people benefit more from fools than fools do from wise people, as wise people avoid the mistakes of fools while fools fail to learn from the good examples set by wise people. He also claimed that he preferred young men who blushed over those who looked pale and that he never wanted a soldier who moved his hands too much while marching or his feet too much while fighting, or who snored louder than he shouted. Ridiculing an overweight man, he asked, “What use can the state have for a body when all the space between the throat and groin is taken up by the belly?” When someone who enjoyed pleasures sought his friendship and apologized, Cato said he couldn’t associate with someone whose taste was sharper than his conscience. He would also say that a lover's soul resides in another's body, and he regretted three things in life: trusting a secret to a woman, choosing to travel by water when he could have gone by land, and spending an entire day without doing anything of significance. Addressing an old man engaged in some vice, he said, “Friend, old age already has enough flaws; don’t add the deformity of vice to it.” Speaking to a tribune known for being a poisoner and who was strongly advocating for a bill to create a certain law, he exclaimed, “Young man, I’m not sure what’s worse: drinking what you mix or supporting what you're trying to make law.” When insulted by someone living a reckless and immoral life, he replied, “This contest isn’t fair between us; you can easily both hear and give insults, but for me, it’s unpleasant to give them and unusual to hear them.” This was his way of expressing himself through memorable sayings.
Being chosen consul, with his friend and familiar Valerius Flaccus, the government of that part of Spain which the Romans call the Hither Spain, fell to his lot. Here, as he was engaged in reducing some of the tribes by force, and bringing over others by good words, a large army of barbarians fell upon him, so that there was danger of being disgracefully forced out again. He therefore called upon his neighbors, the Celtiberians, for help; and on their demanding two hundred talents for their assistance, everybody else thought it intolerable, that ever the Romans should promise barbarians a reward for their aid; but Cato said, there was no discredit or harm in it; for if they overcame, they would pay them out of the enemy’s purse, and not out of their own; but if they were overcome, there would be nobody left either to demand the reward or to pay it. However, he won that battle completely, and after that, all his other affairs succeeded splendidly. Polybius says, that by his command the walls of all the cities, on this side the river Baetis, were in one day’s time demolished, and yet there were a great many of them full of brave and warlike men. Cato himself says, that he took more cities than he stayed days in Spain. Neither is this a mere rhodomontade, if it be true, that the number was four hundred. And though the soldiers themselves had got much in the fights, yet he distributed a pound of silver to every man of them, saying, it was better, that many of the Romans should return home with silver, rather than a few with gold. For himself he affirms, that of all the things that were taken, nothing came to him beyond what he ate and drank. “Neither do I find fault,” continued he, “with those that seek to profit by these spoils, but I had rather compete in valor with the best, than in wealth with the richest, or with the most covetous in love of money.” Nor did he merely keep himself clear from taking anything, but even all those who more immediately belonged to him. He had five servants with him in the army; one of whom called Paccus, bought three boys, out of those who were taken captive; which Cato coming to understand, the man rather than venture into his presence, hanged himself. Cato sold the boys, and carried the price he got for them into the public exchequer.
Being appointed consul alongside his friend Valerius Flaccus, he was responsible for governing the region of Spain known to the Romans as Hither Spain. While he was working to subdue some tribes through force and persuade others with diplomacy, a large group of barbarians attacked him, putting him at risk of being disgracefully driven out. He then requested help from his neighbors, the Celtiberians, who demanded two hundred talents for their assistance. Most people found it unacceptable for the Romans to offer rewards to barbarians for their help, but Cato argued that there was no shame in it; if they won, they would pay them from the enemy's wealth, not their own, and if they lost, there would be no one left to demand payment or to pay it. He won that battle decisively, and everything else he undertook afterward went very well. Polybius states that by his order, the walls of all the cities on this side of the river Baetis were demolished in just one day, despite many of them being occupied by brave and warlike men. Cato himself claimed that he captured more cities than he spent days in Spain. This is not just bragging if it’s true that the number was four hundred. Although the soldiers gained a lot from the battles, he distributed a pound of silver to each of them, saying it was better for many Romans to return home with silver than for a few to come back with gold. He insisted that, of everything captured, he only received what he ate and drank. “I don’t blame those seeking to profit from the spoils,” he continued, “but I would rather compete in bravery with the best than in wealth with the richest, or with the most greedy for money.” He not only refrained from taking anything for himself but also made sure that those closest to him did the same. He had five servants with him in the army; one named Paccus bought three boys from the captives. When Cato found out, the man, afraid to face him, hanged himself. Cato sold the boys and took the money he received for them to the public treasury.
Scipio the Great, being his enemy, and desiring, whiles he was carrying all things so successfully, to obstruct him, and take the affairs of Spain into his own hands, succeeded in getting himself appointed his successor in the government, and, making all possible haste, put a term to Cato’s authority. But he, taking with him a convoy of five cohorts of foot, and five hundred horse to attend him home, overthrew by the way the Lacetanians, and salting from them six hundred deserters, caused them all to be beheaded; upon which Scipio seemed to be in indignation, but Cato, in mock disparagement of himself, said, “Rome would become great indeed, if the most honorable and great men would not yield up the first place of valor to those who were more obscure, and when they who were of the commonalty (as he himself was) would contend in valor with those who were most eminent in birth and honor.” The senate having voted to change nothing of what had been established by Cato, the government passed away under Scipio to no manner of purpose, in idleness and doing nothing; and so diminished his credit much more than Cato’s. Nor did Cato, who now received a triumph, remit after this and slacken the reins of virtue, as many do, who strive not so much for virtue’s sake, as for vainglory, and having attained the highest honors, as the consulship and triumphs, pass the rest of their life in pleasure and idleness, and quit all public affairs. But he, like those who are just entered upon public life for the first time, and thirst after gaining honor and glory in some new office, strained himself, as if he were but just setting out; and offering still publicly his service to his friends and citizens, would give up neither his pleadings nor his soldiery.
Scipio the Great, being his rival and wanting to disrupt his success to take control of Spain, managed to get himself appointed as his successor in the government. He quickly ended Cato's authority. However, Cato, accompanied by five cohorts of infantry and five hundred cavalry to escort him home, defeated the Lacetanians along the way, capturing six hundred deserters and having them all executed. Scipio appeared outraged, but Cato, mocking himself, said, “Rome would truly be great if the most honorable and distinguished individuals did not give up their position as the bravest to those who are less known, and if common people (like himself) would compete in bravery with those of high birth and honor.” The senate voted to keep everything that Cato had established, leading to Scipio's government becoming ineffective and idle, which diminished his reputation far more than Cato's. Cato, who was now celebrated with a triumph, did not relax or lower his standard of virtue like many do, who pursue virtue more for vanity than for its own sake. After achieving the highest honors like the consulship and triumphs, they spend the rest of their lives in comfort and leisure while abandoning public duties. But Cato, like someone newly engaged in public life, eager to earn honor and glory in a new role, pushed himself as if he were just starting out. He continued to offer his services to friends and citizens and refused to give up his legal work or military service.
He accompanied and assisted Tiberius Sempronius, as his lieutenant, when he went into Thrace and to the Danube; and, in the quality of tribune, went with Manius Acilius into Greece, against Antiochus the Great, who, after Hannibal, more than anyone struck terror into the Romans. For having reduced once more under a single command almost the whole of Asia, all, namely, that Seleucus Nicator had possessed, and having brought into obedience many warlike nations of the barbarians, he longed to fall upon the Romans, as if they only were now worthy to fight with him. So across he came with his forces, pretending, as a specious cause of the war, that it was to free the Greeks, who had indeed no need of it, they having been but newly delivered from the power of king Philip and the Macedonians, and made independent, with the free use of their own laws, by the goodness of the Romans themselves; so that all Greece was in commotion and excitement, having been corrupted by the hopes of royal aid which the popular leaders in their cities put them into. Manius, therefore, sent ambassadors to the different cities; and Titus Flamininus (as is written in the account of him) suppressed and quieted most of the attempts of the innovators, without any trouble. Cato brought over the Corinthians, those of Patrae and of Aegium, and spent a good deal of time at Athens. There is also an oration of his said to be extant, which he spoke in Greek to the people; in which he expressed his admiration of the virtue of the ancient Athenians, and signified that he came with a great deal of pleasure to be a spectator of the beauty and greatness of their city. But this is a fiction; for he spoke to the Athenians by an interpreter, though he was able to have spoken himself; but he wished to observe the usage of his own country, and laughed at those who admired nothing but what was in Greek. Jesting upon Postumius Albinus, who had written a historical work in Greek, and requested that allowances might be made for his attempt, he said, that allowance indeed might be made, if he had done it under the express compulsion of an Amphictyonic decree. The Athenians, he says, admired the quickness and vehemence of his speech; for an interpreter would be very long in repeating what he expressed with a great deal of brevity; but on the whole he professed to believe, that the words of the Greeks came only from their lips, whilst those of the Romans came from their hearts.
He accompanied and assisted Tiberius Sempronius as his lieutenant when he went to Thrace and the Danube. As a tribune, he joined Manius Acilius in Greece, fighting against Antiochus the Great, who, after Hannibal, terrified the Romans more than anyone else. Antiochus aimed to reunite almost all of Asia under his command, reclaiming what Seleucus Nicator had held and bringing many fierce barbarian tribes under his control. He wanted to confront the Romans, believing they were the only worthy opponents left. He crossed over with his troops, falsely claiming that the war was to free the Greeks, who didn’t actually need liberating after just gaining independence from King Philip and the Macedonians, thanks to the Romans' kindness. Greece was stirred up, as local leaders misled people with hopes of royal support. Therefore, Manius sent ambassadors to various cities, while Titus Flamininus, as recorded, effortlessly calmed most of the disruptive efforts. Cato rallied the Corinthians, those from Patrae and Aegium, and spent considerable time in Athens. There’s supposedly a speech of his still existing, delivered in Greek to the people, where he praised the virtue of the ancient Athenians and expressed joy at witnessing the beauty and greatness of their city. However, this is a fabrication; he spoke through an interpreter, even though he could have spoken himself, as he preferred to adhere to his own customs, mocking those who only admired things in Greek. Making fun of Postumius Albinus, who had written a historical work in Greek and asked for leniency regarding his effort, he claimed that leniency could indeed be granted if it had been done under the compulsion of an Amphictyonic decree. According to him, the Athenians were impressed by the speed and intensity of his speech since an interpreter would take much longer to convey his concise expressions. Overall, he professed to believe that Greek words came merely from their lips, while Roman words came straight from their hearts.
Now Antiochus, having occupied with his army the narrow passages about Thermopylae, and added palisades and walls to the natural fortifications of the place, sat down there, thinking he had done enough to divert the war; and the Romans, indeed, seemed wholly to despair of forcing the passage; but Cato, calling to mind the compass and circuit which the Persians had formerly made to come at this place, went forth in the night, taking along with him part of the army. Whilst they were climbing up, the guide, who was a prisoner, missed the way, and wandering up and down by impracticable and precipitous paths, filled the soldiers with fear and despondency. Cato, perceiving the danger, commanded all the rest to halt, and stay where they were, whilst he himself, taking along with him one Lucius Manlius, a most expert man at climbing mountains, went forward with a great deal of labor and danger, in the dark night, and without the least moonshine, among the wild olive trees, and steep craggy rocks, there being nothing but precipices and darkness before their eyes, till they struck into a little pass which they thought might lead down into the enemy’s camp. There they put up marks upon some conspicuous peaks which surmount the hill called Callidromon, and returning again, they led the army along with them to the said marks, till they got into their little path again, and there once made a halt; but when they began to go further, the path deserted them at a precipice, where they were in another strait and fear; nor did they perceive that they were all this while near the enemy. And now the day began to give some light, when they seemed to hear a noise, and presently after to see the Greek trenches and the guard at the foot of the rock. Here, therefore, Cato halted his forces, and commanded the troops from Firmum only, without the rest, to stick by him, as he had always found them faithful and ready. And when they came up and formed around him in close order, he thus spoke to them. “I desire,” he said, “to take one of the enemy alive, that so I may understand what men these are who guard the passage; their number; and with what discipline, order, and preparation they expect us; but this feat,” continued he, “must be an act of a great deal of quickness and boldness, such as that of lions, when they dart upon some timorous animal.” Cato had no sooner thus expressed himself, but the Firmans forthwith rushed down the mountain, just as they were, upon the guard, and, falling unexpectedly upon them, affrighted and dispersed them all. One armed man they took, and brought to Cato, who quickly learned from him, that the rest of the forces lay in the narrow passage about the king; that those who kept the tops of the rocks were six hundred choice Aetolians. Cato, therefore, despising the smallness of their number and carelessness, forthwith drawing his sword, fell upon them with a great noise of trumpets and shouting. The enemy, perceiving them thus tumbling, as it were, upon them from the precipices, flew to the main body, and put all things into disorder there.
Now Antiochus, having taken control of the narrow passes near Thermopylae with his army and reinforced the natural defenses with palisades and walls, settled in, thinking he had done enough to divert the war. The Romans seemed to believe they could not force the passage, but Cato, recalling how the Persians had previously circled around to reach this place, ventured out at night with part of the army. As they climbed, their guide, a prisoner, lost the way, leading them through difficult and treacherous paths, which filled the soldiers with fear and hopelessness. Cato recognized the danger, ordered the others to stop and stay put while he and Lucius Manlius, an experienced mountain climber, pressed on with great effort and risk through the dark night, without any moonlight, navigating wild olive trees and steep, rocky terrain. They eventually found a narrow path they hoped would lead to the enemy’s camp. There, they marked some visible peaks on the hill called Callidromon and returned to lead the army to these markers, taking a brief pause; but when they attempted to move further, the path led them to a precipice, putting them in a tight spot and fear, unaware that they were very close to the enemy. As day began to break, they heard noise and soon saw the Greek trenches and guards at the base of the rock. Cato halted his forces and ordered only the troops from Firmum to stay with him, as he had always found them loyal and ready. When they gathered around him in tight formation, he addressed them: “I want to capture one of the enemy alive so I can learn who these guards are, their numbers, and how disciplined and prepared they are for us. But to do this,” he said, “we need to act quickly and boldly, like lions charging at a scared animal.” No sooner had Cato finished speaking than the Firmans charged down the mountain, attacking the guard unexpectedly and scattering them. They captured one armed man and brought him to Cato, who quickly learned from him that the rest of the forces were stationed in the narrow pass around the king and that six hundred elite Aetolians held the heights. Cato, dismissing their small numbers and careless demeanor, drew his sword and charged at them with a loud noise of trumpets and shouting. The enemy, seeing them descend unexpectedly from the cliffs, rushed back to their main body, causing chaos in their ranks.
In the meantime, whilst Manius was forcing the works below, and pouring the thickest of his forces into the narrow passages, Antiochus was hit in the mouth with a stone, so that his teeth being beaten out by it, he felt such excessive pain, that he was fain to turn away with his horse; nor did any part of his army stand the shock of the Romans. Yet, though there seemed no reasonable hope of flight, where all paths were so difficult, and where there were deep marshes and steep rocks, which looked as if they were ready to receive those who should stumble, the fugitives, nevertheless, crowding and pressing together. In the narrow passages, destroyed even one another in their terror of the swords and blows of the enemy. Cato (as it plainly appears) was never oversparing of his own praises, and seldom shunned boasting of any exploit; which quality, indeed, he seems to have thought the natural accompaniment of great actions; and with these particular exploits he was highly puffed up; he says, that those who saw him that day pursuing and slaying the enemies, were ready to assert, that Cato owed not so much to the public, as the public did to Cato; nay, he adds, that Manius the consul, coming hot from the fight, embraced him for a great while, when both were all in a sweat; and then cried out with joy, that neither he himself, no, nor all the people together, could make him a recompense equal to his actions. After the fight he was sent to Rome, that he himself might be the messenger of it; and so, with a favorable wind, he sailed to Brundusium, and in one day got from thence to Tarentum; and having traveled four days more, upon the fifth, counting from the time of his landing, he arrived at Rome, and so brought the first news of the victory himself; and filled the whole city with joy and sacrifices, and the people with the belief, that they were able to conquer every sea and every land.
In the meantime, while Manius was pushing the work forward and sending his strongest troops into the narrow passages, Antiochus was struck in the face by a stone, knocking out his teeth. The pain was so intense that he had to pull away with his horse; none of his army could withstand the attack from the Romans. Even though it seemed impossible to escape through such challenging terrain, with deep marshes and steep rocks ready to trap anyone who stumbled, the fleeing soldiers still pressed together. In the tight spaces, they ended up trampling each other in their panic from the enemy's swords and blows. Cato, as it is clear, often praised himself and didn't shy away from boasting about his achievements; he seemed to think that such pride was a natural part of great deeds. He was particularly proud of his exploits and claimed that those who saw him that day, chasing and killing the enemies, were ready to argue that Cato was owed more by the public than he owed them. In fact, he added that Manius the consul, fresh from battle, embraced him for a long time while they were both sweating, then exclaimed joyfully that neither he nor the entire population could repay Cato adequately for his actions. After the battle, he was sent to Rome as the bearer of the news. He sailed to Brundusium with a favorable wind and reached Tarentum in a single day; after four more days of travel, on the fifth day since landing, he arrived in Rome, bringing the first news of the victory himself. This filled the entire city with joy and sacrifices and inspired the people with the belief that they could conquer every sea and every land.
These are pretty nearly all the eminent actions of Cato, relating to military affairs: in civil policy, he was of opinion, that one chief duty consisted in accusing and indicting criminals. He himself prosecuted many, and he would also assist others who prosecuted them, nay would even procure such, as he did the Petilii against Scipio; but not being able to destroy him, by reason of the nobleness of his family, and the real greatness of his mind, which enabled him to trample all calumnies underfoot, Cato at last would meddle no more with him; yet joining with the accusers against Scipio’s brother Lucius, he succeeded in obtaining a sentence against him, which condemned him to the payment of a large sum of money to the state; and being insolvent, and in danger of being thrown into jail, he was, by the interposition of the tribunes of the people, with much ado dismissed. It is also said of Cato, that when he met a certain youth, who had effected the disgrace of one of his father’s enemies, walking in the market-place, he shook him by the hand, telling him, that this was what we ought to sacrifice to our dead parents— not lambs and goats, but the tears and condemnations of their adversaries. But neither did he himself escape with impunity in his management of affairs; for if he gave his enemies but the least hold, he was still in danger, and exposed to be brought to justice. He is reported to have escaped at least fifty indictments; and one above the rest, which was the last, when he was eighty-six years old, about which time he uttered the well-known saying, that it was hard for him who had lived with one generation of men, to plead now before another. Neither did he make this the last of his lawsuits; for, four years after, when he was fourscore and ten, he accused Servilius Galba: so that his life and actions extended, we may say, as Nestor’s did, over three ordinary ages of man. For, having had many contests, as we have related, with Scipio the Great, about affairs of state, he continued them down even to Scipio the younger, who was the adopted grandson of the former, and the son of that Paulus, who overthrew Perseus and the Macedonians.
These are almost all of Cato's notable actions in military matters: in civil affairs, he believed that one of the main responsibilities was to accuse and prosecute wrongdoers. He personally pursued many cases and would help others in their prosecutions, even organizing efforts like he did with the Petilii against Scipio; however, since he couldn't ruin Scipio due to his noble family background and the true strength of his character, which allowed him to dismiss all slanders, Cato eventually stopped targeting him. Still, he joined the accusers against Scipio’s brother Lucius, successfully obtaining a ruling that forced him to pay a significant sum to the state. Lucius, unable to pay and at risk of being jailed, was eventually let go after the people's tribunes intervened. It is also said that when Cato met a young man who had caused one of his father's enemies to fall from grace in the market, he shook his hand, saying that this is what we should offer our deceased parents—not lambs and goats, but the tears and condemnations of their foes. However, Cato himself wasn't free from consequences in his dealings; if he gave his enemies even the slightest opening, he was at risk of facing justice. He is said to have dodged at least fifty charges, with one particularly notable case being the last when he was eighty-six years old, during which he famously remarked that it was tough for someone who had lived through one generation to argue in front of another. This wasn't the end of his legal battles, though; four years later, at the age of ninety, he accused Servilius Galba. Thus, we can say that his life and endeavors stretched, much like Nestor’s, over three typical human lifetimes. After having many disputes, as we've noted, with Scipio the Great regarding political issues, he continued these conflicts even with Scipio the Younger, who was the adopted grandson of the former and the son of Paulus, who defeated Perseus and the Macedonians.
Ten years after his consulship, Cato stood for the office of censor, which was indeed the summit of all honor, and in a manner the highest step in civil affairs; for besides all other power, it had also that of an inquisition into everyone’s life and manners. For the Romans thought that no marriage, or rearing of children, nay, no feast or drinking-bout ought to be permitted according to everyone’s appetite or fancy, without being examined and inquired into; being indeed of opinion, that a man’s character was much sooner perceived in things of this sort, than in what is done publicly and in open day. They chose, therefore, two persons, one out of the patricians, the other out of the commons, who were to watch, correct, and punish, if any one ran too much into voluptuousness, or transgressed the usual manner of life of his country; and these they called Censors. They had power to take away a horse, or expel out of the senate any one who lived intemperately and out of order. It was also their business to take an estimate of what everyone was worth, and to put down in registers everybody’s birth and quality; besides many other prerogatives. And therefore the chief nobility opposed his pretensions to it. Jealousy prompted the patricians, who thought that it would be a stain to everybody’s nobility, if men of no original honor should rise to the highest dignity and power; while others, conscious of their own evil practices, and of the violation of the laws and customs of their country, were afraid of the austerity of the man; which, in an office of such great power was likely to prove most uncompromising and severe. And so consulting among themselves, they brought forward seven candidates in opposition to him, who sedulously set themselves to court the people’s favor by fair promises, as though what they wished for was indulgent and easy government. Cato, on the contrary, promising no such mildness, but plainly threatening evil livers, from the very hustings openly declared himself; and exclaiming, that the city needed a great and thorough purgation, called upon the people, if they were wise, not to choose the gentlest, but the roughest of physicians; such a one, he said, he was, and Valerius Flaccus, one of the patricians, another; together with him, he doubted not but he should do something worth the while, and that, by cutting to pieces and burning like a hydra, all luxury and voluptuousness. He added, too, that he saw all the rest endeavoring after the office with ill intent, because they were afraid of those who would exercise it justly, as they ought. And so truly great and so worthy of great men to be its leaders was, it would seem, the Roman people, that they did not fear the severity end grim countenance of Cato, but rejecting those smooth promisers who were ready to do all things to ingratiate themselves, they took him, together with Flaccus; obeying his recommendations not as though he were a candidate, but as if he had had the actual power of commanding and governing already.
Ten years after his term as consul, Cato ran for the position of censor, which was the pinnacle of honor and a major role in civil matters. This office not only held significant power but also involved investigating the lives and behavior of everyone. The Romans believed that no marriage, parenting, or even social events should happen based on personal desires without scrutiny; they thought a person's character was more evident in private matters than in public actions. Thus, they appointed two censors, one from the patricians and one from the commons, to monitor, correct, and punish those who indulged excessively or strayed from the traditional lifestyle of their country. These censors could revoke a horse or remove someone from the senate for living immorally. They were also responsible for assessing everyone's wealth and recording their births and social status, among other duties. Because of this power, the elite opposed his bid for the position. The patricians were jealous, fearing that it would tarnish their nobility if people of no noble background achieved such high power. Others, aware of their own wrongdoing and disregard for laws and customs, feared Cato's strictness, which was likely to be uncompromising in such a powerful role. Therefore, they presented seven opposing candidates who eagerly sought the favor of the public with tempting promises, suggesting that they wanted a lenient and easy governance. In contrast, Cato made no promise of gentleness; he openly threatened wrongdoers from the very beginning, declaring that the city needed a thorough cleansing. He urged the people to choose not the gentlest but the toughest of physicians, saying he was one, along with Valerius Flaccus, another patrician. He believed they could effectively eradicate all luxury and indulgence. He also noted that the other candidates were pursuing the office with ill intentions, fearful of those who would exercise it justly. The Roman people, it seems, valued strong leadership so much that they were not intimidated by Cato's stern demeanor. Instead of supporting the smooth talkers who sought to win them over, they chose him and Flaccus, following his recommendations as if he already held the authority to command and govern.
Cato named as chief of the senate, his friend and colleague Lucius Valerius Flaccus, and expelled, among many others, Lucius Quintius, who had been consul seven years before, and (which was greater honor to him than the consulship) brother to that Titus Flamininus, who overthrew king Philip. The reason he had for his expulsion, was this. Lucius, it seems, took along with him in all his commands, a youth, whom he had kept as his companion from the flower of his age, and to whom he gave as much power and respect as to the chiefest of his friends and relations.
Cato appointed his friend and colleague Lucius Valerius Flaccus as the head of the senate and expelled, among others, Lucius Quintius, who had been consul seven years earlier and (which was a greater honor to him than the consulship) was the brother of Titus Flamininus, who defeated King Philip. The reason for his expulsion was this: Lucius reportedly had a young companion with him in all his commands, someone he had kept as a close friend since his youth, and he gave this person as much authority and respect as he did to his closest friends and family.
Now it happened that Lucius being consular governor of one of the provinces, the youth setting himself down by him, as he used to do, among other flatteries with which he played upon him, when he wee in his cups, told him he loved him so dearly that, “though there was a show of gladiators to be seen at Rome, and I,” he said, “had never beheld one in my life; and though I, as it were, longed to see a man killed, yet I made all possible haste to come to you.” Upon this Lucius, returning his fondness, replied, “Do not be melancholy on that account; I can remedy that.” Ordering therefore, forthwith, one of those condemned to die to be brought to the feast, together with the headsman and axe, he asked the youth if he wished to see him executed. The boy answering that he did, Lucius commanded the executioner to cut off his neck; and this several historians mention; and Cicero, indeed, in his dialogue de Senectute, introduces Cato relating it himself. But Livy says, that he that was killed was a Gaulish deserter, and that Lucius did not execute him by the stroke of the executioner, but with his own hand; and that it is so stated in Cato’s speech.
Now, it happened that Lucius was the governor of one of the provinces, and one day the young man sat down next to him, as he often did. Amid the flattery he showered on Lucius when he had been drinking, he said that he loved him so much that, “even though there was a gladiator show in Rome, and I,” he continued, “had never seen one in my life; and even though I was eager to see a man killed, I rushed here to be with you.” In response, Lucius, returning the affection, said, “Don’t be sad about that; I can fix it.” He then ordered one of the condemned prisoners to be brought to the feast, along with the executioner and the axe, and asked the young man if he wanted to see the execution. The boy replied that he did, so Lucius commanded the executioner to behead him. Several historians note this event, and Cicero indeed includes it in his dialogue on Old Age, where Cato recounts it himself. However, Livy states that the person who was killed was a Gaulish deserter, and that Lucius did not have him executed by the executioner’s stroke, but took care of it himself; Cato's speech confirms this.
Lucius being thus expelled out of the senate by Cato, his brother took it very ill, and appealing to the people, desired that Cato should declare his reasons; and when he began to relate this transaction of the feast, Lucius endeavored to deny it; but Cato challenging him to a formal investigation, he fell off and refused it, so that he was then acknowledged to suffer deservedly. Afterwards, however, when there was some show at the theater, he passed by the seats where those who had been consuls used to be placed, and taking his seat a great way off, excited the compassion of the common people, who presently with a great noise made him go forward, and as much as they could, tried to set right and salve over what had happened. Manilius, also, who, according to the public expectation, would have been next consul, he threw out of the senate, because, in the presence of his daughter, and in open day, he had kissed his wife. He said, that as for himself, his wife never came into his arms except when there was great thunder; so that it was a jest with him, that it was a pleasure for him, when Jupiter thundered.
Lucius was expelled from the senate by Cato, which upset his brother greatly. He turned to the people, asking Cato to explain his reasons. As Cato started to talk about the incident at the feast, Lucius tried to deny it. However, when Cato challenged him to a formal inquiry, Lucius backed down and refused, making it clear that he was rightfully suffering the consequences. Later, during a public event at the theater, he walked past the seats where former consuls typically sat and took a seat some distance away. This drew the sympathy of the crowd, who, with loud voices, encouraged him to come forward and did their best to make amends for what had happened. Manilius, who many expected would be the next consul, was also expelled from the senate because he kissed his wife in front of his daughter, and in broad daylight. He remarked that his wife only came into his arms during a thunderstorm, joking that he enjoyed it when Jupiter thundered.
His treatment of Lucius, likewise, the brother of Scipio, and one who had been honored with a triumph, occasioned some odium against Cato; for he took his horse from him, and was thought to do it with a design of putting an affront on Scipio Africanus, now dead. But he gave most general annoyance, by retrenching people’s luxury; for though (most of the youth being thereby already corrupted) it seemed almost impossible to take it away with an open hand and directly, yet going, as it were, obliquely around, he caused all dress, carriages, women’s ornaments, household furniture, whose price exceeded one thousand five hundred drachmas, to be rated at ten times as much as they were worth; intending by thus making the assess-ments greater, to increase the taxes paid upon them. He also ordained that upon every thousand asses of property of this kind, three should be paid, so that people, burdened with these extra charges, and seeing others of as good estates, but more frugal and sparing, paying less into the public exchequer, might be tired out of their prodigality. And thus, on the one side, not only those were disgusted at Cato, who bore the taxes for the sake of their luxury, but those, too, who on the other side laid by their luxury for fear of the taxes. For people in general reckon, that an order not to display their riches, is equivalent to the taking away their riches; because riches are seen much more in superfluous, than in necessary, things. Indeed, this was what excited the wonder of Ariston the philosopher; that we account those who possess superfluous things more happy than those who abound with what is necessary and useful. But when one of his friends asked Scopas, the rich Thessalian, to give him some article of no great utility, saying that it was not a thing that he had any great need or use for himself, “In truth,” replied he, “it is just these useless and unnecessary things that make my wealth and happiness.” Thus the desire of riches does not proceed from a natural passion within us, but arises rather from vulgar out-of-doors opinion of other people.
His treatment of Lucius, the brother of Scipio and someone who had once been celebrated with a triumph, stirred some resentment against Cato. He took Lucius's horse, and many believed he did it to insult the deceased Scipio Africanus. However, he caused the most widespread frustration by cutting back on people's luxuries. Although many young people were already spoiled, making it seem almost impossible to remove these luxuries directly, Cato took a more indirect approach. He caused all clothing, vehicles, women's jewelry, and household items worth more than fifteen hundred drachmas to be valued at ten times their actual worth. His aim was to raise the taxes on these items by inflating their assessments. He also established that for every thousand asses of such property, three should be paid in taxes, so that people, burdened with these additional charges, would watch as others with similar wealth but more frugal lifestyles paid less into the public treasury, eventually becoming weary of their extravagance. As a result, not only were those disgusted with Cato who paid taxes for their luxuries, but those who scaled back their luxuries out of fear of the taxes were also annoyed. People generally believe that a mandate to hide their wealth is akin to seizing their wealth because wealth is much more visible in excess than in necessities. This perplexed the philosopher Ariston, who noted that we consider those with excess to be happier than those who have only what is necessary and useful. When one of his friends asked Scopas, the wealthy Thessalian, to give him an item of little utility, explaining that he didn’t really need it, Scopas replied, “In truth, it’s these useless and unnecessary things that constitute my wealth and happiness.” Therefore, the desire for riches doesn't stem from an inherent instinct within us but rather from the outside opinions of others.
Cato, notwithstanding, being little solicitous as to those who exclaimed against him, increased his austerity. He caused the pipes, through which some persons brought the public water into their own houses and gardens, to be cut, and threw down all buildings which jutted out into the common streets. He beat down also the price in contracts for public works to the lowest, and raised it in contracts for farming the taxes to the highest sum; by which proceedings he drew a great deal of hatred on himself. Those who were of Titus Flamininus’s party canceled in the senate all the bargains and contracts made by him for the repairing and carrying on of the sacred and public buildings, as unadvantageous to the commonwealth. They incited also the boldest of the tribunes of the people to accuse him, and to fine him two talents. They likewise much opposed him in building the court or basilica, which he caused to be erected at the common charge, just by the senate-house, in the market-place, and called by his own name, the Porcian. However, the people, it seems, liked his censorship wondrously well; for, setting up a statue for him in the temple of the goddess of Health, they put an inscription under it, not recording his commands in war or his triumph, but to the effect, that this was Cato the Censor, who, by his good discipline and wise and temperate ordinances, reclaimed the Roman commonwealth when it was declining and sinking down into vice. Before this honor was done to himself, he used to laugh at those who loved such kind of things, saying, that they did not see that they were taking pride in the workmanship of brass-founders and painters; whereas the citizens bore about his best likeness in their breasts. And when any seemed to wonder, that he should have never a statue, while many ordinary persons had one; “I would,” said he, “much rather be asked, why I have not one, than why I have one.” In short, he would not have any honest citizen endure to be praised, except it might prove advantageous to the commonwealth. Yet still he had passed the highest commendation on himself; for he tells us that those who did anything wrong, and were found fault with, used to say, it was not worthwhile to blame them; for they were not Catos. He also adds, that they who awkwardly mimicked some of his actions, were called left-handed Catos; and that the senate in perilous times would cast their eyes on him, as upon a pilot in a ship, and that often when he was not present they put off affairs of greatest consequence. These things are indeed also testified of him by others; for he had a great authority in the city, alike for his life, his eloquence, and his age.
Cato, however, paid little attention to those who criticized him and became even more strict. He ordered the pipes that provided public water to homes and gardens to be cut off and demolished all buildings that extended into the public streets. He lowered the bids for public works contracts to the minimum and raised the bids for tax farming contracts to the maximum; these actions earned him a lot of resentment. Those in Titus Flamininus’s faction annulled all his agreements in the Senate regarding the repairs and maintenance of sacred and public buildings, claiming they were detrimental to the state. They also urged the most daring tribunes of the people to accuse him and fined him two talents. They strongly opposed him in constructing the court or basilica, which he had built at public expense right next to the Senate house in the marketplace, calling it the Porcian after himself. Nevertheless, the people seemed to really appreciate his censorship; they erected a statue of him in the temple of the goddess of Health with an inscription not noting his military commands or triumphs, but stating that this was Cato the Censor, who, through his good discipline and wise regulations, rescued the Roman Republic from decline and moral decay. Before receiving this honor, he would laugh at those who valued such things, saying they didn't realize they were taking pride in the work of metalworkers and artists, while the citizens carried his true likeness in their hearts. And when anyone expressed surprise that he had no statue while many ordinary people did, he said, “I would much rather be asked why I don’t have one than why I do.” Essentially, he didn’t want any honest citizen to be praised unless it benefited the state. Still, he had already given himself the highest praise; he stated that those who did wrong and were criticized would dismiss the blame by saying it wasn’t worth it since they weren’t Catos. He also mentioned that those who awkwardly imitated his actions were called left-handed Catos, and during times of crisis, the Senate would look to him as a pilot of a ship, often postponing important matters in his absence. These facts are also attested by others; he held great authority in the city due to his character, eloquence, and age.
He was also a good father, an excellent husband to his wife, and an extraordinary economist; and as he did not manage his affairs of this kind carelessly, and as things of little moment, I think I ought to record a little further whatever was commendable in him in these points. He married a wife more noble than rich; being of opinion that the rich and the high-born are equally haughty and proud; but that those of noble blood, would be more ashamed of base things, and consequently more obedient to their husbands in all that was fit and right. A man who beat his wife or child, laid violent hands, he said, on what was most sacred; and a good husband he reckoned worthy of more praise than a great senator; and he admired the ancient Socrates for nothing so much as for having lived a temperate and contented life with a wife who was a scold, and children who were half-witted.
He was also a great dad, an amazing husband to his wife, and a remarkable economist. Since he took his responsibilities seriously and didn’t treat them lightly, I feel I should mention a bit more about what was commendable in him concerning these matters. He married a wife who was more noble than wealthy, believing that both the rich and the aristocratic are equally arrogant and proud; however, he thought that those from noble backgrounds would be more ashamed of disgraceful behavior and, therefore, more respectful to their husbands in ways that were appropriate and right. A man who physically harmed his wife or child, he believed, was violating what was most sacred; he considered a good husband to be more praiseworthy than a great senator. He admired the ancient Socrates mostly for having lived a temperate and content life with a wife who was a nag and children who were not very bright.
As soon as he had a son born, though he had never such urgent business upon his hands, unless it were some public matter, he would be by when his wife washed it, and dressed it in its swaddling clothes. For she herself suckled it, nay, she often too gave her breast to her servants’ children, to produce, by sucking the same milk, a kind of natural love in them to her son. When he began to come to years of discretion, Cato himself would teach him to read, although he had a servant, a very good grammarian, called Chilo, who taught many others; but he thought not fit, as he himself said, to have his son reprimanded by a slave, or pulled, it may be, by the ears when found tardy in his lesson: nor would he have him owe to a servant the obligation of so great a thing as his learning; he himself, therefore, (as we were saying,) taught him his grammar, law, and his gymnastic exercises. Nor did he only show him, too, how to throw a dart, to fight in armor, and to ride, but to box also and to endure both heat and cold, and to swim over the most rapid and rough rivers. He says, likewise, that he wrote histories, in large characters, with his own hand, that so his son, without stirring out of the house, might learn to know about his countrymen and forefathers: nor did he less abstain from speaking anything obscene before his son, than if it had been in the presence of the sacred virgins, called vestals. Nor would he ever go into the bath with him; which seems indeed to have been the common custom of the Romans. Sons-in-law used to avoid bathing with fathers-in-law, disliking to see one another naked: but having, in time, learned of the Greeks to strip before men, they have since taught the Greeks to do it even with the women themselves.
As soon as he had a son, even though he had never had such urgent business on his hands unless it was something public, he would be there when his wife washed and dressed the baby in its swaddling clothes. She nursed him, and she often also nursed her servants’ children so that they would develop a natural affection for her son by sharing the same milk. When his son was old enough to learn, Cato himself taught him to read, despite having a very good tutor named Chilo, who taught many others. Cato felt it wasn’t right, as he put it, for his son to be reprimanded by a slave or possibly pulled by the ears when he was slow with his lessons. He didn't want his son to owe his learning to a servant, so he personally taught him grammar, law, and physical training. He also taught him to throw a spear, fight in armor, ride, box, endure both heat and cold, and swim across the fastest and roughest rivers. He said he wrote histories in big letters with his own hand so that his son could learn about their fellow citizens and ancestors without leaving the house. He was just as careful to avoid saying anything inappropriate in front of his son as if they were in the presence of sacred virgins known as vestals. He never bathed with his son, which was the common practice among the Romans. Sons-in-law usually avoided bathing with their fathers-in-law because they didn’t want to see each other naked. However, over time, they learned from the Greeks to undress in front of men, and they’ve since taught the Greeks to do the same even in front of women.
Thus, like an excellent work, Cato formed and fashioned his son to virtue; nor had he any occasion to find fault with his readiness and docility; but as he proved to be of too weak a constitution for hardships, he did not insist on requiring of him any very austere way of living. However, though delicate in health, he proved a stout man in the field, and behaved himself valiantly when Paulus Aemilius fought against Perseus; where when his sword was struck from him by a blow, or rather slipped out of his hand by reason of its moistness, he so keenly resented it, that he turned to some of his friends about him, and taking them along with him again, fell upon the enemy; and having by a long fight and much force cleared the place, at length found it among great heaps of arms, and the dead bodies of friends as well as enemies piled one upon another. Upon which Paulus, his general, much commended the youth; and there is a letter of Cato’s to his son, which highly praises his honorable eagerness for the recovery of his sword. Afterwards he married Tertia, Aemilius Paulus’s daughter, and sister to Scipio; nor was he admitted into this family less for his own worth than his father’s. So that Cato’s care in his son’s education came to a very fitting result.
So, like an excellent parent, Cato shaped his son to be virtuous; he had no reason to criticize his willingness to learn and adaptability. However, since his son was too fragile for tough situations, Cato didn't force him to live a very strict lifestyle. Still, despite his delicate health, he proved to be a brave man in battle and fought valiantly when Paulus Aemilius went up against Perseus. When his sword was knocked from his hand, or rather slipped out due to sweat, he was so upset that he turned to some friends nearby, rallied them, and charged back at the enemy. After a long fight and considerable effort, he finally found his sword amidst heaps of weapons and the bodies of both friends and foes stacked upon each other. Paulus, his general, greatly praised the young man, and there's a letter from Cato to his son that commends his honorable determination to retrieve his sword. Later on, he married Tertia, the daughter of Aemilius Paulus and sister to Scipio; he was welcomed into this family not only for his own merit but also for his father’s reputation. Therefore, Cato's efforts in his son's upbringing had a very fitting outcome.
He purchased a great many slaves out of the captives taken in war, but chiefly bought up the young ones, who were capable to be, as it were, broken and taught like whelps and colts. None of these ever entered another man’s house, except sent either by Cato himself or his wife. If any one of them were asked what Cato did, they answered merely, that they did not know. When a servant was at home, he was obliged either to do some work or sleep; for indeed Cato loved those most who used to lie down often to sleep, accounting them more docile than those who were wakeful, and more fit for anything when they were refreshed with a little slumber. Being also of opinion, that the great cause of the laziness and misbehavior of slaves was their running after their pleasures, he fixed a certain price for them to pay for permission amongst themselves, but would suffer no connections out of the house. At first, when he was but a poor soldier, he would not be difficult in anything which related to his eating, but looked upon it as a pitiful thing to quarrel with a servant for the belly’s sake; but afterwards, when he grew richer, and made any feasts for his friends and colleagues in office, as soon as supper was over he used to go with a leathern thong and scourge those who had waited or dressed the meat carelessly. He always contrived, too, that his servants should have some difference one among another, always suspecting and fearing a good understanding between them. Those who had committed anything worthy of death, he punished, if they were found guilty by the verdict of their fellow-servants. But being after all much given to the desire of gain, he looked upon agriculture rather as a pleasure than profit; resolving, therefore, to lay out his money in safe and solid things, he purchased ponds, hot baths, grounds full of fuller’s earth, remunerative lands, pastures, and woods; from all which he drew large returns, nor could Jupiter himself, he used to say, do him much damage. He was also given to the form of usury, which is considered most odious, in traffic by sea; and that thus: — he desired that those whom he put out his money to, should have many partners; and when the number of them and their ships came to be fifty, he himself took one share through Quintio his freedman, who therefore was to sail with the adventurers, and take a part in all their proceedings; so that thus there was no danger of losing his whole stock, but only a little part, and that with a prospect of great profit. He likewise lent money to those of his slaves who wished to borrow, with which they bought also other young ones, whom, when they had taught and bred up at his charges, they would sell again at the year’s end; but some of them Cato would keep for himself, giving just as much for them as another had offered. To incline his son to be of this kind of temper, he used to tell him, that it was not like a man, but rather like a widow woman, to lessen an estate. But the strongest indication of Cato’s avaricious humor was when he took the boldness to affirm, that he was a most wonderful, nay, a godlike man, who left more behind him than he had received.
He bought a lot of slaves from war captives, mainly focusing on the young ones, who he could train like puppies and foals. None of them ever went into another person’s house unless sent by Cato or his wife. If any were asked what Cato did, they simply replied that they didn’t know. When a servant was at home, they had to either work or sleep; Cato actually preferred those who slept a lot because he found them to be more obedient and better suited for tasks after a little rest. Believing that slaves became lazy and misbehaved due to chasing after their own pleasures, he set a specific fee they had to pay for personal activities but forbade any relationships outside the house. Initially, when he was a poor soldier, he didn’t fuss about food and thought it was pathetic to argue with a servant over meals; however, as he became wealthier and hosted feasts for friends and colleagues, he would whip those who served or cooked carelessly once the meal ended. He also made sure his servants had some disputes among themselves, always suspecting and fearing them getting along too well. Those guilty of serious offenses were punished based on the verdict of their fellow servants. Yet, driven by a desire for wealth, he viewed farming more as a pleasure than a way to make money; he decided to invest in safe, solid assets like ponds, hot baths, fertile land, profitable fields, pastures, and woods, which generated substantial returns—he often claimed that even Jupiter couldn’t harm him much. He also dabbled in usury, which many frowned upon, particularly in maritime trade; he wanted those he lent money to have multiple partners, and whenever the number of partners and their ships reached fifty, he took one share through his freedman, Quintio, who sailed with them and participated in all their ventures. This way, he minimized the risk of losing his entire investment and only faced a small loss with the potential for substantial gains. He also lent money to his slaves who wanted to borrow, allowing them to buy more young slaves. After teaching and raising them at his expense, they would sell them after a year, though Cato would keep some for himself, paying whatever price another had offered. To encourage his son to adopt this mindset, he’d tell him that reducing an estate was unmanly—it was more like something a widow would do. The strongest sign of Cato’s greed was when he boldly claimed that it was truly remarkable—almost godlike—to leave behind more than you received.
He was now grown old, when Carneades the Academic, and Diogenes the Stoic, came as deputies from Athens to Rome, praying for release from a penalty of five hundred talents laid on the Athenians, in a suit, to which they did not appear, in which the Oropians were plaintiffs, and Sicyonians judges. All the most studious youth immediately waited on these philosophers, and frequently, with admiration, heard them speak. But the gracefulness of Carneades’s oratory, whose ability was really greatest, and his reputation equal to it, gathered large and favorable audiences, and erelong filled, like a wind, all the city with the sound of it. So that it soon began to be told, that a Greek, famous even to admiration, winning and carrying all before him, had impressed so strange a love upon the young men, that quitting all their pleasures and pastimes, they ran mad, as it were, after philosophy; which indeed much pleased the Romans in general; nor could they but with much pleasure see the youth receive so welcomely the Greek literature, and frequent the company of learned men. But Cato, on the other side, seeing this passion for words flowing into the city, from the beginning, took it ill, fearing lest the youth should be diverted that way, and so should prefer the glory of speaking well before that of arms, and doing well. And when the fame of the philosophers increased in the city, and Caius Acilius, a person of distinction, at his own request, became their interpreter to the senate at their first audience, Cato resolved, under some specious presence, to have all philosophers cleared out of the city; and, coming into the senate, blamed the magistrates for letting these deputies stay so long a time without being dispatched, though they were persons that could easily persuade the people to what they pleased; that therefore in all haste something should be determined about their petition, that so they might go home again to their own schools, and declaim to the Greek children, and leave the Roman youth, to be obedient, as hitherto, to their own laws and governors.
He was now old when Carneades the Academic and Diogenes the Stoic arrived in Rome as representatives from Athens, requesting relief from a penalty of five hundred talents imposed on the Athenians in a case they did not attend, where the Oropians were the plaintiffs and the Sicyonians were the judges. All the eager young scholars immediately sought out these philosophers and often listened to them speak with admiration. However, the charm of Carneades's oratory, whose skill was truly remarkable and whose reputation matched it, attracted large and enthusiastic crowds, quickly filling the city with the sound of his eloquence. It soon became known that a Greek, famous to the point of admiration, was captivating the young men so intensely that they abandoned all their pleasures and pastimes and became almost crazed for philosophy; this delighted the Romans overall, as they found it pleasing to see the youth embrace Greek literature and socialize with educated individuals. On the other hand, Cato, noticing this passion for words streaming into the city from the outset, disapproved, fearing that the youth would be distracted and would prefer the glory of eloquence over the honor of being skilled in arms and doing good deeds. As the philosophers' fame grew in the city, and Caius Acilius, a person of standing, volunteered to be their translator to the senate at their first meeting, Cato decided, under some plausible pretext, to chase all philosophers out of the city; he entered the senate and criticized the magistrates for allowing these representatives to linger for so long without a resolution, even though they could easily sway the people to their views. He insisted that something should be swiftly decided about their request so they could return to their own schools and teach Greek children, allowing the Roman youth to continue being obedient to their own laws and leaders.
Yet he did this not out of any anger, as some think, to Carneades; but because he wholly despised philosophy, and out of a kind of pride, scoffed at the Greek studies and literature; as, for example, he would say, that Socrates was a prating seditious fellow, who did his best to tyrannize over his country, to undermine the ancient customs, and to entice and withdraw the citizens to opinions contrary to the laws. Ridiculing the school of Isocrates, he would add, that his scholars grew old men before they had done learning with him, as if they were to use their art and plead causes in the court of Minos in the next world. And to frighten his son from anything that was Greek, in a more vehement tone than became one of his age, he pronounced, as it were, with the voice of an oracle, that the Romans would certainly be destroyed when they began once to be infected with Greek literature; though time indeed has shown the vanity of this his prophecy; as, in truth, the city of Rome has risen to its highest fortune, while entertaining Grecian learning. Nor had he an aversion only against the Greek philosophers, but the physicians also; for having, it seems, heard how Hippocrates, when the king of Persia sent for him, with offers of a fee of several talents, said, that he would never assist barbarians who were enemies to the Greeks; he affirmed, that this was now become a common oath taken by all physicians, and enjoined his son to have a care and avoid them; for that he himself had written a little book of prescriptions for curing those who were sick in his family; he never enjoined fasting to anyone, but ordered them either vegetables, or the meat of a duck, pigeon, or leveret; such kind of diet being of light digestion, and fit for sick folks, only it made those who ate it dream a little too much; and by the use of this kind of physic, he said, he not only made himself and those about him well, but kept them so.
Yet he didn't do this out of anger, as some believe regarding Carneades; rather, it was because he completely looked down on philosophy and, out of a sort of arrogance, mocked Greek studies and literature. For instance, he would argue that Socrates was a meddling troublemaker who tried to dominate his country, undermine traditional customs, and lead citizens toward views that went against the laws. Making fun of the Isocrates school, he would add that his students grew old without ever finishing their studies with him, as if they were meant to use their skills to argue cases in the court of Minos in the afterlife. To scare his son away from anything Greek, he declared, in a more intense manner than was appropriate for his age, that the Romans would definitely be ruined as soon as they became influenced by Greek literature; although time has shown the foolishness of this prophecy, as the city of Rome has actually flourished while embracing Greek learning. He didn't just have a dislike for Greek philosophers, but also for physicians; he claimed that after hearing how Hippocrates, when summoned by the king of Persia with offers of a large payment, refused to help barbarians who were enemies of the Greeks, he believed this had become a common oath among all physicians. He advised his son to be careful and avoid them, saying he had written a small book of remedies for those who were ill in his family; he never prescribed fasting to anyone, but instead suggested either vegetables or the meat of a duck, pigeon, or leveret. This kind of diet was easy to digest and suitable for sick people, though it did cause them to dream a bit too much; he said that by using this kind of medicine, he not only made himself and those around him healthy but kept them that way.
However, for this his presumption, he seemed not to have escaped unpunished; for he lost both his wife and his son; though he himself, being of a strong robust constitution, held out longer; so that he would often, even in his old days, address himself to women, and when he was past a lover’s age, married a young woman, upon the following pretense. Having lost his own wife, he married his son to the daughter of Paulus Aemilius, who was sister to Scipio; so that being now a widower himself, he had a young girl who came privately to visit him; but the house being very small, and a daughter-in-law also in it, this practice was quickly discovered; for the young woman seeming once to pass through it a little too boldly, the youth, his son, though he said nothing, seemed to look somewhat indignantly upon her. The old man perceiving and understanding that what he did was disliked, without finding any fault, or saying a word, went away as his custom was, with his usual companions to the market: and among the rest, he called aloud to one Salonius, who had been a clerk under him, and asked him whether he had married his daughter? He answered, no, nor would he, till he had consulted him. Said Cato, “Then I have found out a fit son-in-law for you, if he should not displease by reason of his age; for in all other points there is no fault to be found in him; but he is indeed, as I said, extremely old.” However, Salonius desired him to undertake the business, and to give the young girl to whom he pleased, she being a humble servant of his, who stood in need of his care and patronage. Upon this Cato, without any more ado, told him, he desired to have the damsel himself. These words, as may well be imagined, at first astonished the man, conceiving that Cato was as far off from marrying, as he from a likelihood of being allied to the family of one who had been consul, and had triumphed; but perceiving him in earnest, he consented willingly; and, going onwards to the forum, they quickly completed the bargain.
However, for his arrogance, it seemed he wouldn't escape unpunished; he lost both his wife and his son. Though he had a strong constitution and held out longer, he would often still approach women even in his old age, and when he was well past the age for love, he married a young woman under the pretense that, after losing his wife, he married his son to the daughter of Paulus Aemilius, who was Scipio's sister. Now a widower himself, he had a young girl who came to visit him privately. However, the house was very small, and with a daughter-in-law also present, this secret was soon discovered. Once, the young woman seemed to walk through it a bit too boldly, and his son, though he said nothing, appeared somewhat indignant toward her. The old man noticed and realized his actions were disapproved of; without showing any fault or saying a word, he left, as was his habit, with his usual companions to the market. Among them, he called out to a man named Salonius, who had been a clerk for him, and asked if he had married his daughter. Salonius replied no, and that he wouldn't until he consulted with him first. Cato said, "Then I have found a suitable son-in-law for you, if his age doesn't bother you; otherwise, there's no issue with him—though, as I mentioned, he is indeed quite old." Nonetheless, Salonius asked him to handle the matter and to give the young girl to whoever he liked, as she was a humble servant of his in need of his support. In response, Cato, without further ado, declared that he wanted the young woman for himself. These words, as one might expect, initially shocked Salonius, thinking that Cato was as far from marrying as he was from being related to a family of someone who had been consul and had triumphed. But once he realized Cato was serious, he agreed willingly, and they went on to the forum to quickly finalize the arrangement.
Whilst the marriage was in hand, Cato’s son, taking some of his friends along with him, went and asked his father if it were for any offense he brought in a stepmother upon him? But Cato cried out, “Far from it, my son, I have no fault to find with you nor anything of yours; only I desire to have many children, and to leave the commonwealth more such citizens as you are.” Pisistratus, the tyrant of Athens, made, they say, this answer to his sons, when they were grown men, when he married his second wife, Timonassa of Argos, by whom he had, it is said, Iophon and Thessalus. Cato had a son by this second wife, to whom from his mother, he gave the surname of Salonius. In the mean time, his eldest died in his praetorship; of whom Cato often makes mention in his books, as having been a good man. He is said, however, to have borne the loss moderately, and like a philosopher, and was nothing the more remiss in attending to affairs of state; so that he did not, as Lucius Lucullus and Metellus Pius did, grow languid in his old age, as though public business were a duty once to be discharged, and then quitted; nor did he, like Scipio Africanus, because envy had struck at his glory, turn from the public, and change and pass away the rest of his life without doing anything; but as one persuaded Dionysius, that the most honorable tomb he could have, would be to die in the exercise of his dominion; so Cato thought that old age to be the most honorable, which was busied in public affairs; though he would, now and then, when he had leisure, recreate himself with husbandry and writing.
While the marriage was being arranged, Cato's son, accompanied by some friends, went to ask his father if he was bringing a stepmother upon him as a punishment for any wrongdoing. Cato exclaimed, "Not at all, my son. I have no complaints about you or anything related to you; I simply wish to have many children and to leave the republic with more citizens like you." They say that when Pisistratus, the tyrant of Athens, married his second wife, Timonassa of Argos, he gave this reply to his grown sons, by whom he had, reportedly, Iophon and Thessalus. Cato had a son with this second wife, whom he named Salonius after her. Meanwhile, his eldest son died during his praetorship; Cato often mentions him in his writings as being a good man. However, he is said to have handled the loss with composure and like a philosopher, without neglecting his responsibilities in state affairs. Unlike Lucius Lucullus and Metellus Pius, who became apathetic in their old age, treating public duty as something to be done once and then abandoned, or Scipio Africanus, who withdrew from public life out of envy for his reputation, Cato believed the most honorable way to age was to remain engaged in public matters. Yet, occasionally, he would relax with farming and writing when he had the time.
And, indeed, he composed various books and histories; and in his youth, he addicted himself to agriculture for profit’s sake; for he used to say, he had but two ways of getting — agriculture and parsimony; and now, in his old age, the first of these gave him both occupation and a subject of study. He wrote one book on country matters, in which he treated particularly even of making cakes, and preserving fruit; it being his ambition to be curious and singular in all things. His suppers, at his country-house, used also to be plentiful; he daily invited his friends and neighbors about him, and passed the time merrily with them; so that his company was not only agreeable to those of the same age, but even to younger men; for he had had experience in many things, and had been concerned in much, both by word and deed, that was worth the hearing. He looked upon a good table, as the best place for making friends; where the commendations of brave and good citizens were usually introduced, and little said of base and unworthy ones; as Cato would not give leave in his company to have anything, either good or ill, said about them.
And indeed, he wrote several books and histories. In his youth, he focused on farming for profit, saying he had two ways to make money: farming and being frugal. Now, in his old age, farming provided him both work and a topic of study. He wrote a book about rural life, where he even covered things like making cakes and preserving fruit, as he aimed to be curious and unique in everything. His dinners at his country house were also generous; he daily invited friends and neighbors over and enjoyed their company, making it fun for everyone, even younger guests. He had experience in many areas and had engaged in significant conversations and actions worth sharing. He believed that a good meal was the best setting for making friends, where praise for honorable citizens was often brought up, and little was said about the dishonorable. Cato wouldn’t allow any talk, good or bad, about such people in his presence.
Some will have the overthrow of Carthage to have been one of his last acts of state; when, indeed, Scipio the younger, did by his valor give it the last blow, but the war, chiefly by the counsel and advice of Cato, was undertaken on the following occasion. Cato was sent to the Carthaginians and Masinissa, king of Numidia, who were at war with one another, to know the cause of their difference. He, it seems, had been a friend of the Romans from the beginning; and they, too, since they were conquered by Scipio, were of the Roman confederacy, having been shorn of their power by loss of territory, and a heavy tax. Finding Carthage, not (as the Romans thought) low and in an ill condition, but well manned, full of riches and all sorts of arms and ammunition, and perceiving the Carthaginians carry it high, he conceived that it was not a time for the Romans to adjust affairs between them and Masinissa; but rather that they themselves would fall into danger, unless they should find means to check this rapid new growth of Rome’s ancient irreconcilable enemy. Therefore, returning quickly to Rome, he acquainted the senate, that the former defeats and blows given to the Carthaginians, had not so much diminished their strength, as it had abated their imprudence and folly; that they were not become weaker, but more experienced in war, and did only skirmish with the Numidians, to exercise themselves the better to cope with the Romans: that the peace and league they had made was but a kind of suspension of war which awaited a fairer opportunity to break out again.
Some people consider the destruction of Carthage to be one of his final actions in office; indeed, Scipio the Younger delivered the final blow with his bravery. However, the war was primarily initiated thanks to Cato’s counsel and advice under the following circumstances. Cato was sent to the Carthaginians and Masinissa, the king of Numidia, who were at war with each other, to find out the cause of their conflict. He had been a friend to the Romans from the beginning, and since being defeated by Scipio, they had been part of the Roman alliance, having lost their power through territorial losses and heavy taxation. When he found Carthage not to be in the poor condition the Romans believed, but instead well-fortified, wealthy, and equipped with all sorts of weapons and ammunition, and observing the Carthaginians acting confidently, he realized that it wasn’t the right time for the Romans to mediate between them and Masinissa. Instead, he thought they could be in danger unless they found a way to curb the rapid resurgence of Rome’s ancient, relentless enemy. Therefore, he quickly returned to Rome and informed the Senate that the previous defeats suffered by the Carthaginians had not diminished their strength as much as it had reduced their recklessness. They hadn’t become weaker but rather more skilled in warfare, and their skirmishes with the Numidians were merely a way to practice for when they would face the Romans. He warned that the peace and alliance they had made was just a temporary ceasefire, waiting for a better opportunity to reignite the conflict.
Moreover, they say that, shaking his gown, he took occasion to let drop some African figs before the senate. And on their admiring the size and beauty of them, he presently added, that the place that bore them was but three days’ sail from Rome. Nay, he never after this gave his opinion, but at the end he would be sure to come out with this sentence, “Also, Carthage, methinks, ought utterly to be destroyed.” But Publius Scipio Nasica would always declare his opinion to the contrary, in these words, “It seems requisite to me that Carthage should still stand.” For seeing his countrymen to be grown wanton and insolent, and the people made, by their prosperity, obstinate and disobedient to the senate, and drawing the whole city, whither they would, after them, he would have had the fear of Carthage to serve as a bit to hold in the contumacy of the multitude; and he looked upon the Carthaginians as too weak to overcome the Romans, and too great to be despised by them. On the other side, it seemed a perilous thing to Cato, that a city which had been always great, and was now grown sober and wise, by reason of its former calamities, should still lie, as it were, in wait for the follies and dangerous excesses of the overpowerful Roman people; so that he thought it the wisest course to have all outward dangers removed, when they had so many inward ones among themselves.
Moreover, they say that, shaking his robe, he took the opportunity to drop some African figs before the senate. When they admired the size and beauty of them, he quickly added that the place where they grew was only three days’ sail from Rome. After this, he never offered his opinion without concluding with the statement, “Also, I think Carthage should be completely destroyed.” But Publius Scipio Nasica consistently expressed the opposite view, saying, “I believe Carthage should still stand.” He observed that his fellow citizens had become indulgent and arrogant, and that their success had made them defiant and unmanageable toward the senate, leading the whole city to follow their whims. He believed that the fear of Carthage would act as a restraint on the people's rebellion; he saw the Carthaginians as too weak to defeat the Romans but too significant to dismiss. On the other hand, Cato thought it dangerous that a city that had always been great, and had recently become wise and restrained due to its past hardships, should still be waiting to exploit the follies and risks of the excessively powerful Roman people. He believed the smartest move was to eliminate all external threats when there were so many internal problems to address.
Thus Cato, they say, stirred up the third and last war against the Carthaginians: but no sooner was the said war begun, than he died, prophesying of the person that should put an end to it, who was then only a young man; but, being tribune in the army, he in several fights gave proof of his courage and conduct. The news of which being brought to Cato’s ears at Rome, he thus expressed himself: —
Thus, they say Cato sparked the third and final war against the Carthaginians. However, as soon as the war started, he died, predicting the arrival of a young man who would bring it to an end. This young man, serving as a tribune in the army, demonstrated his bravery and leadership in several battles. When Cato heard this news in Rome, he responded: —
The only wise man of them all is he,
The others e’en as shadows flit and flee.
The only wise man among them is him,
The others just flit away like shadows.
This prophecy Scipio soon confirmed by his actions.
Scipio quickly proved this prophecy true through his actions.
Cato left no posterity, except one son by his second wife, who was named, as we said, Cato Salonius; and a grandson by his eldest son, who died. Cato Salonius died when he was praetor, but his son Marcus was afterwards consul, and he was grandfather of Cato the philosopher, who for virtue and renown was one of the most eminent personages of his time.
Cato had no descendants except for one son with his second wife, named Cato Salonius, and a grandson from his oldest son, who passed away. Cato Salonius died while serving as praetor, but his son Marcus later became consul. Marcus was the grandfather of Cato the philosopher, who was one of the most respected figures of his era due to his virtue and reputation.
COMPARISON OF ARISTIDES WITH MARCUS CATO.
Having mentioned the most memorable actions of these great men, if we now compare the whole life of the one with that of the other, it will not be easy to discern the difference between them, lost as it is amongst such a number of circumstances in which they resemble each other. If, however, we examine them in detail as we might some piece of poetry, or some picture, we shall find this common to them both, that they advanced themselves to great honor and dignity in the commonwealth, by no other means than their own virtue and industry. But it seems when Aristides appeared, Athens was not at its height of grandeur and plenty, the chief magistrates and officers of his time being men only of moderate and equal fortunes among themselves. The estimate of the greatest estates then, was five hundred medimns; that of the second, or knights, three hundred; of the third and last called Zeugitae, two hundred. But Cato, out of a petty village from a country life, leaped into the commonwealth, as it were into a vast ocean; at a time when there were no such governors as the Curii, Fabricii, and Hostilii. Poor laboring men were not then advanced from the plow and spade to be governors and magistrates; but greatness of family, riches, profuse gifts, distributions, and personal application were what the city looked to; keeping a high hand, and, in a manner, insulting over those that courted preferment. It was not as great a matter to have Themistocles for an adversary, a person of mean extraction and small fortune, (for he was not worth, it is said, more than four or five talents when he first applied himself to public affairs,) as to contest with a Scipio Africanus, a Servius Galba, and a Quintius Flamininus, having no other aid but a tongue free to assert right.
After highlighting the most memorable actions of these great men, if we now compare one’s entire life to the other, it won’t be easy to see the differences, as they’re lost amid many similarities. However, if we look at them closely, like analyzing a piece of poetry or a painting, we will find that they both rose to great honor and dignity in the community solely through their own virtue and hard work. It seems that when Aristides emerged, Athens wasn’t at its peak of wealth and power, with the main leaders of his time being men of moderate and equal fortunes. The highest assessments of wealth then were five hundred medimns; the next tier, or knights, three hundred; and the last group called Zeugitae had two hundred. On the other hand, Cato came from a small village, jumping into public life like plunging into a vast ocean, at a time when there weren’t any leaders like the Curii, Fabricii, and Hostilii. Lowly laborers weren’t then promoted from the fields to positions of governance and authority; rather, the city focused on prestige from noble families, wealth, extravagant gifts, and personal connections, maintaining an air of superiority while looking down on those seeking office. It wasn’t as significant to have Themistocles as an opponent—a person of humble origin and little wealth, reportedly worth no more than four or five talents when he first entered public service—as it was to compete against a Scipio Africanus, a Servius Galba, and a Quintius Flamininus, armed with nothing but a voice to advocate for justice.
Besides, Aristides at Marathon, and again at Plataea, was but one commander out of ten; whereas Cato was chosen consul with a single colleague, having many competitors, and with a single colleague, also, was preferred before seven most noble and eminent pretenders to be censor. But Aristides was never principal in any action; for Miltiades carried the day at Marathon, at Salamis Themistocles, and at Plataea, Herodotus tells us, Pausanias got the glory of that noble victory: and men like Sophanes, and Aminias, Callimachus, and Cynaegyrus, behaved themselves so well in all those engagements, as to contest it with Aristides even for the second place. But Cato not only in his consulship was esteemed the chief in courage and conduct in the Spanish war, but even whilst he was only serving as tribune at Thermopylae, under another’s command, he gained the glory of the victory, for having, as it were, opened a wide gate for the Romans to rush in upon Antiochus, and for having brought the war on his back, whilst he only minded what was before his face. For that victory, which was beyond dispute all Cato’s own work, cleared Asia out of Greece, and by that means made way afterwards for Scipio into Asia. Both of them, indeed, were always victorious in war; but at home Aristides stumbled, being banished and oppressed by the faction of Themistocles; yet Cato, notwithstanding he had almost all the chief and most powerful of Rome for his adversaries, and wrestled with them even to his old age, kept still his footing. Engaging also in many public suits, sometimes plaintiff, sometimes defendant, he cast the most, and came off clear with all; thanks to his eloquence, that bulwark and powerful instrument to which more truly, than to chance or his fortune, he owed it, that he sustained himself unhurt to the last. Antipater justly gives it as a high commendation to Aristotle the philosopher, writing of him after his death, that among his other virtues, he was endowed with a faculty of persuading people which way he pleased.
Besides, Aristides at Marathon, and again at Plataea, was just one commander out of ten; whereas Cato was chosen consul with only one colleague, amidst many competitors, and was preferred over seven other distinguished contenders for the role of censor. However, Aristides was never the main figure in any battle; for Miltiades was the one who won at Marathon, at Salamis it was Themistocles, and at Plataea, according to Herodotus, Pausanias earned the glory of that great victory. Men like Sophanes, Aminias, Callimachus, and Cynaegyrus performed so well in those battles that they even challenged Aristides for second place. But Cato, not only during his consulship, was regarded as the leader in bravery and strategy in the Spanish war, even while he was just serving as a tribune at Thermopylae under someone else’s command. He gained the glory of the victory by effectively opening a path for the Romans to invade Antiochus, shouldering the war while focusing only on what was right in front of him. This victory, entirely due to Cato's efforts, cleared Asia of Greek influence and later paved the way for Scipio into Asia. Both were indeed always victorious in war, but Aristides faced challenges at home, being exiled and oppressed by Themistocles’ faction; yet Cato, despite having nearly all of Rome's prominent and powerful figures as his opponents, fought against them well into old age and maintained his position. He also got involved in many public lawsuits, sometimes as the plaintiff and sometimes as the defendant, winning most of them and coming out unscathed, thanks to his eloquence, which served as a powerful tool that more reliably helped him persevere than luck or fortune ever could. Antipater justly praises Aristotle the philosopher with a high compliment, stating after his death that among his other virtues, he had the ability to persuade people as he wished.
Questionless, there is no perfecter endowment in man than political virtue, and of this Economics is commonly esteemed not the least part; for a city, which is a collection of private households, grows into a stable commonwealth by the private means of prosperous citizens that compose it. Lycurgus by prohibiting gold and silver in Sparta, and making iron, spoiled by the fire, the only currency, did not by these measures discharge them from minding their household affairs, but cutting off luxury, the corruption and tumor of riches, he provided there should be an abundant supply of all necessary and useful things for all persons, as much as any other lawmaker ever did; being more apprehensive of a poor, needy, and indigent member of a community, than of the rich and haughty. And in this management of domestic concerns, Cato was as great as in the government of public affairs; for he increased his estate, and became a master to others in economy and husbandry; upon which subjects he collected in his writings many useful observations. On the contrary Aristides, by his poverty, made justice odious, as if it were the pest and impoverisher of a family and beneficial to all, rather than to those that were endowed with it. Yet Hesiod urges us alike to just dealing and to care of our households, and inveighs against idleness as the origin of injustice; and Homer admirably says: —
Without a doubt, there’s no greater quality in a person than political virtue, and Economics is often seen as an essential part of that; because a city, which is made up of individual households, becomes a stable community through the contributions of successful citizens. Lycurgus, by banning gold and silver in Sparta and using iron, which was ruined by fire, as the only currency, didn’t exempt people from looking after their household matters. Instead, by cutting off luxury, which corrupts and inflates wealth, he ensured that everyone had plenty of all necessary and useful goods, just as effectively as any other lawmaker. He was more concerned about the poor, needy, and struggling members of the community than about the wealthy and arrogant. In handling domestic issues, Cato was just as impressive as he was in managing public affairs; he increased his wealth and became a role model for others in economics and agriculture, on which topics he gathered many useful insights in his writings. In contrast, Aristides, due to his poverty, made justice seem repugnant, as if it were a plague that impoverished a household and helped everyone except those who truly possessed it. Yet Hesiod encourages us to be just while also taking care of our homes, denouncing idleness as the root of injustice; and Homer famously states: —
Work was not dear, nor household cares to me,
Whose increase rears the thriving family;
But well-rigged ships were always my delight,
And wars, and darts, and arrows of the fight:
Work wasn't precious to me, nor were household worries,
Whose growth supports a flourishing family;
But well-equipped ships have always thrilled me,
As well as battles, and darts, and arrows of the fight:
as if the same characters carelessly neglected their own estates, and lived by injustice and rapine from others. For it is not as the physicians say of oil, that outwardly applied, it is very wholesome, but taken inwardly detrimental, that thus a just man provides carefully for others, and is heedless of himself and his own affairs: but in this Aristides’s political virtues seem to be defective; since, according to most authors, he took no care to leave his daughters a portion, or himself enough to defray his funeral charges: whereas Cato’s family produced senators and generals to the fourth generation; his grandchildren, and their children, came to the highest preferments. But Aristides, who was the principal man of Greece, through extreme poverty reduced some of his to get their living by juggler’s tricks, others, for want, to hold out their hands for public alms; leaving none means to perform any noble action, or worthy his dignity.
as if the same characters carelessly ignored their own properties and lived off the injustice and plunder of others. It's not like what doctors say about oil, that while it’s very beneficial when applied to the skin, it’s harmful if ingested. A just man might take care of others while neglecting himself and his own situation: however, this is where Aristides's political virtues seem lacking; according to most authors, he didn’t make sure to leave his daughters any inheritance or even enough for his funeral expenses. In contrast, Cato's family produced senators and generals for four generations; his grandchildren and their children reached the highest offices. But Aristides, who was a key figure in Greece, fell into such extreme poverty that some of his family had to resort to con artist tricks to survive, while others had to hold out their hands for public charity, leaving no means for any noble actions or anything worthy of his dignity.
Yet why should this needs follow? since poverty is dishonorable not in itself, but when it is a proof of laziness, intemperance, luxury, and carelessness; whereas in a person that is temperate, industrious, just, and valiant, and who uses all his virtues for the public good, it shows a great and lofty mind. For he has no time for great matters, who concerns himself with petty ones; nor can he relieve many needs of others, who himself has many needs of his own. What most of all enables a man to serve the public is not wealth, but content and independence; which, requiring no superfluity at home, distracts not the mind from the common good. God alone is entirely exempt from all want: of human virtues, that which needs least, is the most absolute and most divine. For as a body bred to a good habit requires nothing exquisite either in clothes or food, so a sound man and a sound household keep themselves up with a small matter. Riches ought to be proportioned to the use we have of them; for he that scrapes together a great deal, making use of but little, is not independent; for if he wants them not, it is folly in him to make provision for things which he does not desire; or if he does desire them, and restrains his enjoyment out of sordidness, he is miserable. I would fain know of Cato himself, if we seek riches that we may enjoy them, why is he proud of having a great deal, and being contented with little? But if it be noble, as it is, to feed on coarse bread, and drink the same wine with our hinds, and not to covet purple, and plastered houses, neither Aristides, nor Epaminondas, nor Manius Curius, nor Caius Fabricius wanted necessaries, who took no pains to get those things whose use they approved not. For it was not worth the while of a man who esteemed turnips a most delicate food, and who boiled them himself, whilst his wife made bread, to brag so often of a halfpenny, and write a book to show how a man may soonest grow rich; the very good of being contented with little is because it cuts off at once the desire and the anxiety for superfluities. Hence Aristides, it is told, said, on the trial of Callias, that it was for them to blush at poverty, who were poor against their wills; they who like him were willingly so, might glory in it. For it is ridiculous to think Aristides’s neediness imputable to his sloth, who might fairly enough by the spoil of one barbarian, or seizing one tent, have become wealthy. But enough of this.
Yet why should this be the case? Poverty isn’t shameful in itself, but it becomes so when it’s a sign of laziness, excess, extravagance, and carelessness. In contrast, when someone is disciplined, hardworking, fair, and brave, and uses their virtues for the benefit of others, their poverty demonstrates a noble and elevated spirit. After all, someone who focuses on trivial matters has no time for significant issues, and someone who has many personal needs can’t help others in need. What truly enables a person to serve the public isn’t wealth but contentment and independence; lacking unnecessary luxuries at home keeps their mind focused on the common good. Only God is completely free from all want; among human virtues, the one that requires the least is the most complete and divine. Just as a body accustomed to good habits needs nothing extravagant in clothing or food, a healthy person and a well-managed household can thrive on little. Wealth should match our use of it; someone who hoards a lot but uses little isn’t truly independent. If they don’t need it, it’s foolish to prepare for things they don’t want; if they do want them but hold back out of stinginess, they’re unhappy. I’d like to ask Cato himself—if we seek riches for enjoyment, why should he be proud of having a lot while being content with little? But if it’s admirable, as it is, to eat simple bread and drink the same wine as our servants, and not to desire purple robes and fancy homes, then neither Aristides, nor Epaminondas, nor Manius Curius, nor Caius Fabricius lacked essentials because they weren’t interested in accumulating things they saw no value in. After all, it wouldn’t make sense for a man who considered turnips a delicacy and cooked them himself while his wife made bread to frequently boast about having just a halfpenny and write a book on how to get rich quickly. The real benefit of being content with little is that it eliminates the desire and worry for excess. It’s said that Aristides remarked during the trial of Callias that those who were poor against their will should feel ashamed of their poverty; those, like him, who embraced it willingly should take pride in it. It’s absurd to blame Aristides’s poverty on laziness, especially when he could have easily become wealthy by taking spoils from one barbarian or capturing one tent. But that’s enough about this.
Cato’s expeditions added no great matter to the Roman empire, which already was so great, as that in a manner it could receive no addition; but those of Aristides are the noblest, most splendid, and distinguished actions the Grecians ever did, the battles at Marathon, Salamis, and Plataea. Nor indeed is Antiochus, nor the destruction of the walls of the Spanish towns, to be compared with Xerxes, and the destruction by sea and land of so many myriads of enemies; in all of which noble exploits Aristides yielded to none, though he left the glory and the laurels, like the wealth and money, to those who needed and thirsted more greedily after them: because he was superior to those also. I do not blame Cato for perpetually boasting and preferring himself before all others, though in one of his orations he says, that it is equally absurd to praise and dispraise one’s self: yet he who does not so much as desire others’ praises, seems to me more perfectly virtuous, than he who is always extolling himself. A mind free from ambition is a main help to political gentleness: ambition, on the contrary, is hard-hearted, and the greatest fomenter of envy; from which Aristides was wholly exempt; Cato very subject to it. Aristides assisted Themistocles in matters of highest importance, and, as his subordinate officer, in a manner raised Athens: Cato, by opposing Scipio, almost broke and defeated his expedition against the Carthaginians, in which he overthrew Hannibal, who till then was even invincible; and, at last, by continually raising suspicions and calumnies against him, he chased him from the city, and inflicted a disgraceful sentence on his brother for robbing the state.
Cato's campaigns didn’t really add much to the Roman Empire, which was already so large that it couldn't accept much more. In contrast, Aristides achieved the most remarkable and glorious feats that the Greeks ever accomplished, like the battles at Marathon, Salamis, and Plataea. Neither Antiochus nor the destruction of Spanish towns can compare to Xerxes and the devastation of countless enemies both at sea and on land. In all these noble endeavors, Aristides stood out, even if he left the glory and accolades, much like wealth, to those who craved them more, because he was above such desires. I don’t fault Cato for constantly boasting and putting himself above everyone else, even though in one of his speeches he claims it's just as foolish to praise oneself as it is to criticize oneself. However, someone who doesn't even seek praise from others seems to me to be more genuinely virtuous than someone who's always promoting themselves. A lack of ambition is a key factor in being politically gracious; ambition, on the other hand, can lead to callousness and breeds envy, which Aristides was completely free from, while Cato was very much affected by it. Aristides supported Themistocles in crucial matters and effectively helped elevate Athens as his subordinate officer. Conversely, Cato nearly sabotaged Scipio’s campaign against the Carthaginians, in which Scipio defeated Hannibal, who had been unbeaten until then. Ultimately, through constant suspicion and slander against him, Cato drove Scipio out of the city and imposed a disgraceful punishment on his brother for acting against the state.
Finally, that temperance which Cato always highly cried up, Aristides preserved truly pure and untainted. But Cato’s marriage, unbecoming his dignity and age, is a considerable disparagement, in this respect, to his character. For it was not decent for him at that age to bring home to his son and his wife a young woman, the daughter of a common paid clerk in the public service: but whether it were for his own gratification or out of anger at his son, both the fact and the presence were unworthy. For the reason he pretended to his son was false: for if he desired to get more as worthy children, he ought to have married a well-born wife; not to have contented himself, so long as it was unnoticed, with a woman to whom he was not married; and, when it was discovered, he ought not to have chosen such a father-in-law as was easiest to be got, instead of one whose affinity might be honorable to him.
Finally, the self-control that Cato always praised was something Aristides maintained in a genuinely pure and untainted way. However, Cato’s marriage, which was inappropriate for his status and age, significantly tarnishes his character in this regard. At his age, it wasn’t suitable for him to introduce a young woman, the daughter of a lowly public servant, to his son and wife. Whether it was for his own pleasure or out of resentment towards his son, both the act and the situation were unworthy. The reason he gave his son was insincere; if he wanted to have more respectable children, he should have married a woman of good birth instead of settling for someone low-profile as long as it went unnoticed. And when it became known, he shouldn’t have chosen a father-in-law who was easy to get, but rather one whose connection would bring him honor.
PHILOPOEMEN
Cleander was a man of high birth and great power in the city of Mantinea, but by the chances of the time happened to be driven from thence. There being an intimate friendship betwixt him and Craugis, the father of Philopoemen, who was a person of great distinction, he settled at Megalopolis, where, while his friend lived, he had all he could desire. When Craugis died, he repaid the father’s hospitable kindness in the care of the orphan son; by which means Philopoemen was educated by him, as Homer says Achilles was by Phoenix, and from his infancy molded to lofty and noble inclinations. But Ecdemus and Demophanes had the principal tuition of him, after he was past the years of childhood. They were both Megalopolitans; they had been scholars in the academic philosophy, and friends to Arcesilaus, and had, more than any of their contemporaries, brought philosophy to bear upon action, and state affairs. They had freed their country from tyranny by the death of Aristodemus, whom they caused to be killed; they had assisted Aratus in driving out the tyrant Nicocles from Sicyon; and, at the request of the Cyreneans, whose city was in a state of extreme disorder and confusion, went thither by sea, and succeeded in establishing good government and happily settling their commonwealth. And among their best actions they themselves counted the education of Philopoemen, thinking they had done a general good to Greece, by giving him the nurture of philosophy. And indeed all Greece (which looked upon him as a kind of latter birth brought forth, after so many noble leaders, in her decrepit age) loved him wonderfully; and, as his glory grew, increased his power. And one of the Romans, to praise him, calls him the last of the Greeks; as if after him Greece had produced no great man, nor who deserved the name of Greek.
Cleander was a man of noble birth and significant influence in the city of Mantinea, but due to the events of the time, he was forced to leave. He shared a close friendship with Craugis, the father of Philopoemen, who was a highly respected individual. Cleander settled in Megalopolis, where he had everything he could want while his friend was alive. After Craugis passed away, Cleander returned the family's hospitality by taking care of the orphaned son. Because of this, Philopoemen was raised by him, much like Achilles was by Phoenix in Homer's tales, and from a young age, he was shaped into a person of noble character. However, once he grew out of childhood, Ecdemus and Demophanes took on his primary education. Both were from Megalopolis, previously studied academic philosophy, were friends of Arcesilaus, and were particularly skilled at applying philosophy to action and politics. They had freed their country from tyranny by orchestrating the death of Aristodemus, had assisted Aratus in expelling the tyrant Nicocles from Sicyon, and, at the request of the Cyreneans—whose city was in chaos—traveled there by sea, successfully establishing a solid government and restoring order. Among their proudest achievements, they considered the education of Philopoemen to be a great benefit to Greece, believing they provided a valuable philosophical upbringing. Indeed, all of Greece, viewing him as a kind of final hope in her old age after so many great leaders, adored him immensely; as his fame grew, so did his influence. One Roman, praising him, referred to him as the last of the Greeks, suggesting that after him, Greece had not produced another great man worthy of the title.
His person was not, as some fancy, deformed; for his likeness is yet to be seen at Delphi. The mistake of the hostess of Megara was occasioned, it would seem, merely by his easiness of temper and his plain manners. This hostess having word brought her, that the General of the Achaeans was coming to her house in the absence of her husband, was all in a hurry about providing his supper. Philopoemen, in an ordinary cloak, arriving in this point of time, she took him for one of his own train who had been sent on before, and bid him lend her his hand in her household work. He forthwith threw off his cloak, and fell to cutting up the fire-wood. The husband returning, and seeing him at it, “What,” says he, “may this mean, O Philopoemen?” “I am,” replied he in his Doric dialect, “paying the penalty of my ugly looks.” Titus Flamininus, jesting with him upon his figure, told him one day, he had well-shaped hands and feet, but no belly: and he was indeed slender in the waist. But this raillery was meant to the poverty of his fortune; for he had good horse and foot, but often wanted money to entertain and pay them. These are the common anecdotes told of Philopoemen.
His appearance wasn’t deformed, as some people think; you can still see his likeness at Delphi. The mix-up with the hostess of Megara was likely just due to his laid-back personality and simple manners. When she heard that the General of the Achaeans was coming to her house while her husband was away, she rushed to prepare his dinner. When Philopoemen arrived in a regular cloak, she assumed he was one of his attendants who had arrived early and asked him to help with her household chores. He immediately took off his cloak and started chopping firewood. When her husband returned and saw him working, he asked, “What’s going on here, Philopoemen?” He replied in his Doric dialect, “I’m just paying the price for my ugly looks.” One day, Titus Flamininus joked with him about his appearance, saying he had well-shaped hands and feet but no belly; he was indeed slim in the waist. However, this teasing reflected the struggles he faced financially; although he had good cavalry and infantry, he often lacked money to support and pay them. These are the typical stories shared about Philopoemen.
The love of honor and distinction was, in his character, not unalloyed with feelings of personal rivalry and resentment. He made Epaminondas his great example, and came not far behind him in activity, sagacity, and incorruptible integrity; but his hot contentious temper continually carried him out of the bounds of that gentleness, composure, and humanity which had marked Epaminondas, and this made him thought a pattern rather of military than of civil virtue. He was strongly inclined to the life of a soldier even from his childhood, and he studied and practiced all that belonged to it, taking great delight in managing of horses, and handling of weapons. Because he was naturally fitted to excel in wrestling, some of his friends and tutors recommended his attention to athletic exercises. But he would first be satisfied whether it would not interfere with his becoming a good soldier. They told him, as was the truth, that the one life was directly opposite to the other; the requisite state of body, the ways of living, and the exercises all different: the professed athlete sleeping much, and feeding plentifully, punctually regular in his set times of exercise and rest, and apt to spoil all by every little excess, or breach of his usual method; whereas the soldier ought to train himself in every variety of change and irregularity, and, above all, to bring himself to endure hunger and loss of sleep without difficulty. Philopoemen, hearing this, not only laid by all thoughts of wrestling and contemned it then, but when he came to be general, discouraged it by all marks of reproach and dishonor he could imagine, as a thing which made men, otherwise excellently fit for war, to be utterly useless and unable to fight on necessary occasions.
The love of honor and distinction in his character was not free from feelings of personal rivalry and resentment. He looked up to Epaminondas as his greatest example, and he was almost on par with him in energy, insight, and unwavering integrity; however, his fiery temperament often pushed him beyond the gentleness, composure, and humanity that defined Epaminondas. This led others to see him more as a model of military rather than civil virtue. He had been drawn to a soldier's life from a young age and dedicated himself to everything it involved, taking great pleasure in horseback riding and handling weapons. Because of his natural talent in wrestling, some of his friends and mentors suggested he focus on athletic training. However, he first wanted to make sure it wouldn’t interfere with his potential to be a good soldier. They honestly told him that the two lifestyles were directly opposed; the physical conditions, lifestyles, and training exercises were all different. A dedicated athlete sleeps a lot and eats heavily, following strict schedules for exercise and rest, and is prone to mess everything up with even a minor excess or disruption of routine. In contrast, a soldier must develop the ability to adapt to various changes and irregularities and, above all, learn to endure hunger and sleeplessness without complaint. After hearing this, Philopoemen not only abandoned all thoughts of wrestling and dismissed it, but when he became a general, he also condemned it with every possible means of reproach and dishonor, seeing it as something that rendered men, otherwise exceptionally fit for war, completely useless and unable to fight when it mattered.
When he left off his masters and teachers, and began to bear arms in the incursions which his citizens used to make upon the Lacedaemonians for pillage and plunder, he would always march out the first, and return the last. When there was nothing to do, he sought to harden his body, and make it strong and active by hunting, or laboring in his ground. He had a good estate about twenty furlongs from the town, and thither he would go every day after dinner and supper; and when night came, throw himself upon the first mattress in his way, and there sleep as one of the laborers. At break of day he would rise with the rest, and work either in the vineyard or at the plow; from thence return again to the town, and employ his time with his friends, or the magistrates in public business. What he got in the wars, he laid out on horses, or arms, or in ransoming captives; but endeavored to improve his own property the justest way, by tillage; and this not slightly, by way of diversion, but thinking it his strict duty, so to manage his own fortune, as to be out of the temptation of wronging others.
When he finished his education and started to fight alongside his fellow citizens in their raids on the Lacedaemonians for loot, he would always lead the charge and be the last to return. When he had no battles to fight, he worked on getting his body strong and fit by hunting or doing labor in the fields. He owned a nice piece of land about twenty furlongs from town, and he would go there every day after lunch and dinner. When night fell, he would crash on the first mattress he found, sleeping like one of the laborers. At dawn, he would wake up with the others and work either in the vineyard or plowing the fields. After that, he would head back to town and spend his time with friends or the magistrates on public matters. Whatever he earned from the wars, he spent on horses, weapons, or ransoming captives; but he also tried to make his own property better in a fair way through farming, not just as a pastime but because he believed it was his responsibility to manage his wealth properly, avoiding the temptation to wrong others.
He spent much time on eloquence and philosophy, but selected his authors, and cared only for those by whom he might profit in virtue. In Homer’s fictions his attention was given to whatever he thought apt to raise the courage. Of all other books he was most devoted to the commentaries of Evangelus on military tactics, and also took delight, at leisure hours, in the histories of Alexander; thinking that such reading, unless undertaken for mere amusement and idle conversation, was to the purpose for action. Even in speculations on military subjects it was his habit to neglect maps and diagrams, and to put the theorems to practical proof on the ground itself. He would be exercising his thoughts, and considering, as he traveled, and arguing with those about him of the difficulties of steep or broken ground, what might happen at rivers, ditches, or mountain-passes, in marching in close or in open, in this or in that particular form of battle. The truth is, he indeed took an immoderate pleasure in military operations and in warfare, to which he devoted himself, as the special means for exercising all sorts of virtue, and utterly contemned those who were not soldiers, as drones and useless in the commonwealth.
He spent a lot of time on public speaking and philosophy, but he was selective about his authors, only choosing those who could help him grow in virtue. In Homer's stories, he focused on what he believed would boost courage. He was especially dedicated to Evangelus's commentaries on military tactics and enjoyed reading about Alexander's history during his free time; he thought that this kind of reading, unless it was just for fun or idle chat, was practical for action. Even when he speculated on military topics, he usually ignored maps and diagrams, preferring to test theories in real-life situations. As he traveled, he would engage his mind, pondering and discussing with those around him the challenges of steep or rough terrain, considering what could happen at rivers, ditches, or mountain passes, whether marching in formation or unformed, and in various battle scenarios. The truth is, he found great joy in military operations and warfare, seeing them as the best way to practice all kinds of virtue, and he held in low regard those who weren’t soldiers, viewing them as lazy and unproductive members of society.
When he was thirty years of age, Cleomenes, king of the Lacedaemonians, surprised Megalopolis by night, forced the guards, broke in, and seized the marketplace. Philopoemen came out upon the alarm, and fought with desperate courage, but could not beat the enemy out again; yet he succeeded in effecting the escape of the citizens, who got away while he made head against the pursuers, and amused Cleomenes, till, after losing his horse and receiving several wounds, with much ado he came off himself, being the last man in the retreat. The Megalopolitans escaped to Messene, whither Cleomenes sent to offer them their town and goods again. Philopoemen perceiving them to be only too glad at the news, and eager to return, checked them with a speech, in which he made them sensible, that what Cleomenes called restoring the city, was, rather, possessing himself of the citizens, and through their means securing also the city for the future. The mere solitude would, of itself, erelong force him away, since there was no staying to guard empty houses and naked walls. These reasons withheld the Megalopolitans, but gave Cleomenes a pretext to pillage and destroy a great part of the city, and carry away a great booty.
When he was thirty years old, Cleomenes, king of the Spartans, surprised Megalopolis at night, overcame the guards, broke in, and took control of the marketplace. Philopoemen rushed out at the alarm and fought bravely, but he couldn't drive the enemy away. However, he managed to help the citizens escape while he held off the pursuers, keeping Cleomenes occupied until, after losing his horse and suffering several wounds, he finally got away himself, being the last man to retreat. The residents of Megalopolis fled to Messene, where Cleomenes sent messengers offering them back their city and possessions. Seeing their eagerness to return, Philopoemen gave a speech to make them realize that what Cleomenes referred to as restoring the city was really about taking control of the citizens and securing the city through them for the future. The empty streets would soon force Cleomenes to leave, since he had no reason to remain at deserted houses and bare walls. These arguments kept the Megalopolitans from returning, but they gave Cleomenes an excuse to loot and destroy much of the city and take away a substantial amount of treasure.
Awhile after king Antigonus coming down to succor the Achaeans, they marched with their united forces against Cleomenes; who, having seized the avenues, lay advantageously posted on the hills of Sellasia. Antigonus drew up close by him, with a resolution to force him in his strength. Philopoemen, with his citizens, was that day placed among the horse, next to the Illyrian foot, a numerous body of bold fighters, who completed the line of battle, forming, together with the Achaeans, the reserve. Their orders were to keep their ground, and not engage till from the other wing, where the king fought in person, they should see a red coat lifted up on the point of a spear. The Achaeans obeyed their order, and stood fast; but the Illyrians were led on by their commanders to the attack. Euclidas, the brother of Cleomenes, seeing the foot thus severed from the horse, detached the best of his light-armed men, commanding them to wheel about, and charge the unprotected Illyrians in the rear. This charge putting things in confusion, Philopoemen, considering those light-armed men would be easily repelled, went first to the king’s officers to make them sensible what the occasion required. But they not minding what he said, but slighting him as a hare-brained fellow, (as indeed he was not yet of any repute sufficient to give credit to a proposal of such importance,) he charged with his own citizens, and at the first encounter disordered, and soon after put the troops to flight with great slaughter. Then, to encourage the king’s army further, to bring them all upon the enemy while he was in confusion, he quitted his horse, and fighting with extreme difficulty in his heavy horseman’s dress, in rough uneven ground, full of watercourses and hollows, had both his thighs struck through with a thonged javelin. It was thrown with great force, so that the head came out on the other side, and made a severe, though not a mortal, wound. There he stood awhile, as if he had been shackled, unable to move. The fastening which joined the thong to the javelin made it difficult to get it drawn out, nor would any about him venture to do it. But the fight being now at the hottest, and likely to be quickly decided, he was transported with the desire of partaking in it, and struggled and strained so violently, setting one leg forward, the other back, that at last he broke the shaft in two; and thus got the pieces pulled out. Being in this manner set at liberty, he caught up his sword, and running through the midst of those who were fighting in the first ranks, animated his men, and set them afire with emulation. Antigonus, after the victory, asked the Macedonians, to try them, how it happened the horse had charged without orders before the signal? They answering, that they were against their wills forced to it by a young man of Megalopolis, who had fallen in before his time: “that young man,” replied Antigonus, smiling, “did like an experienced commander.”
A while after King Antigonus came down to help the Achaeans, they marched with their combined forces against Cleomenes, who had taken the routes and was strategically positioned on the hills of Sellasia. Antigonus set up close to him, determined to challenge him in his strong position. Philopoemen, along with his citizens, was positioned among the cavalry, next to the Illyrian infantry, a large group of brave fighters who formed the reserve line of battle along with the Achaeans. They were instructed to hold their position and not engage until they saw a red coat lifted on the point of a spear from the other wing, where the king was fighting. The Achaeans followed their orders and held steady, but the Illyrians were pushed into the attack by their commanders. Euclidas, Cleomenes’s brother, noticing the infantry was separated from the cavalry, sent the best of his light-armed troops to turn around and charge the unprotected Illyrians from behind. This charge caused confusion, and Philopoemen, recognizing that those light-armed men could be easily repelled, first went to the king’s officers to inform them of the situation. However, they ignored his advice, dismissing him as an impulsive individual (which was true, as he had not yet gained enough reputation to lend weight to such an important suggestion). He then charged in with his own citizens, and in the initial clash, he disrupted the enemy and soon sent their troops fleeing with significant casualties. To further encourage the king’s army and rally them against the enemy while they were in disarray, he dismounted and, despite struggling in his heavy cavalry gear on the rough, uneven ground filled with watercourses and hollows, had both his thighs pierced by a javelin with a thong. It was thrown with such force that the head came out the other side, inflicting a serious, though not fatal, wound. He stood there for a moment, as if immobilized. The way the thong was attached to the javelin made it tough to remove, and no one around him dared to try. But as the battle heated up and seemed ready to conclude, he was overwhelmed with the urge to join in, and he struggled intensely, pushing one leg forward and pulling the other back, until he finally broke the shaft in half and managed to pull the pieces out. Now freed, he grabbed his sword and charged through the thick of the fighting in the front lines, rallying his men and filling them with enthusiasm. After the victory, Antigonus asked the Macedonians, curious about why the cavalry charged without orders before the signal. They replied that they were reluctantly driven to it by a young man from Megalopolis who had engaged too soon: “That young man,” Antigonus said with a smile, “acted like an experienced commander.”
This, as was natural, brought Philopoemen into great reputation. Antigonus was earnest to have him in his service, and offered him very advantageous conditions, both as to command and pay. But Philopoemen, who knew that his nature brooked not to be under another, would not accept them; yet not enduring to live idle, and hearing of wars in Crete, for practice’ sake he passed over thither. He spent some time among those very warlike, and, at the same time, sober and temperate men, improving much by experience in all sorts of service; and then returned with so much fame, that the Achaeans presently chose him commander of the horse. These horsemen at that time had neither experience nor bravery, it being the custom to take any common horses, the first and cheapest they could procure, when they were to march; and on almost all occasions they did not go themselves, but hired others in their places, and staid at home. Their former commanders winked at this, because, it being an honor among the Achaeans to serve on horseback, these men had great power in the commonwealth, and were able to gratify or molest whom they pleased. Philopoemen, finding them in this condition, yielded not to any such considerations, nor would pass it over as formerly; but went himself from town to town, where, speaking with the young men, one by one, he endeavored to excite a spirit of ambition and love of honor among them, using punishment also, where it was necessary. And then by public exercises, reviews, and contests in the presence of numerous spectators, in a little time he made them wonderfully strong and bold, and, which is reckoned of greatest consequence in military service, light and agile. With use and industry they grew so perfect, to such a command of their horses, such a ready exactness in wheeling round in their troops, that in any change of posture the whole body seemed to move with all the facility and promptitude, and, as it were, with the single will of one man. In the great battle, which they fought with the Aetolians and Eleans by the river Larissus, he set them an example himself. Damophantus, general of the Elean horse, singled out Philopoemen, and rode with full speed at him. Philopoemen awaited his charge, and, before receiving the stroke, with a violent blow of his spear threw him dead to the ground: upon whose fall the enemy fled immediately. And now Philopoemen was in everybody’s mouth, as a man who in actual fighting with his own hand yielded not to the youngest, nor in good conduct to the oldest, and than whom there came not into the field any better soldier or commander.
This, as you would expect, brought Philopoemen great fame. Antigonus was eager to have him on his team and offered him very favorable terms regarding command and pay. However, Philopoemen, who knew he could not serve under anyone else, turned them down. Not wanting to be idle and hearing about conflicts in Crete, he decided to go there for some experience. He spent time among the highly skilled, disciplined, and moderate soldiers, gaining a lot of experience in various types of service. He returned with such a reputation that the Achaeans quickly appointed him commander of the cavalry. At that time, these horsemen lacked both experience and courage, as it was common to use the first and cheapest horses available when they marched. They often didn't participate themselves, hiring others to take their place while they remained at home. Previous commanders overlooked this because serving on horseback was considered an honor among the Achaeans, granting these men significant power in the community, enabling them to reward or punish whom they chose. Philopoemen, seeing this situation, did not conform to such practices and refused to let it slide as before; instead, he traveled from town to town, speaking individually with the young men, trying to inspire them with ambition and a desire for honor, even using punishment when necessary. He organized public drills, reviews, and contests in front of large crowds, and in a short time, he made them incredibly strong and brave, which is deemed crucial in military service: light and agile. With practice and dedication, they became so skilled at handling their horses and executing maneuvers that the entire group moved as if they were operated by a single will, seamlessly adapting to any changes in formation. In the significant battle against the Aetolians and Eleans by the river Larissus, he led by example. Damophantus, the general of the Elean cavalry, charged at Philopoemen with full force. Philopoemen braced for impact, and just before the collision, he delivered a powerful thrust with his spear, killing him instantly. Upon Damophantus's fall, the enemy immediately retreated. Now, everyone was talking about Philopoemen as a man who, in actual combat, did not yield to the youngest or fall short in leadership compared to the oldest, and who was unmatched as a soldier and commander on the battlefield.
Aratus, indeed, was the first who raised the Achaeans, inconsiderable till then, into reputation and power, by uniting their divided cities into one commonwealth, and establishing amongst them a humane and truly Grecian form of government; and hence it happened, as in running waters, where when a few little particles of matter once stop, others stick to them, and one part strengthening another, the whole becomes firm and solid; so in a general weakness, when every city relying only on itself, all Greece was giving way to an easy dissolution, the Achaeans, first forming themselves into a body, then drawing in their neighbors round about, some by protection, delivering them from their tyrants, others by peaceful consent and by naturalization, designed at last to bring all Peloponnesus into one community. Yet while Aratus lived, they depended much on the Macedonians, courting first Ptolemy, then Antigonus and Philip, who all took part continually in whatever concerned the affairs of Greece. But when Philopoemen came to command, the Achaeans, feeling themselves a match for the most powerful of their enemies, declined foreign support. The truth is, Aratus, as we have written in his life, was not of so warlike a temper, but did most by policy and gentleness, and friendships with foreign princes; but Philopoemen being a man both of execution and command, a great soldier, and fortunate in his first attempts, wonderfully heightened both the power and courage of the Achaeans, accustomed to victory under his conduct.
Aratus was the first to elevate the Achaeans, who were relatively unknown until then, into a recognized and powerful group by uniting their separate cities into a single commonwealth and establishing a humane and genuinely Grecian form of government among them. Just like in flowing waters, where a few small particles gather and allow more to stick to them, eventually forming a solid mass, the Achaeans initially united themselves and then began to draw in their neighboring cities. Some were attracted by the promise of protection from tyranny, while others joined through peaceful agreement and naturalization, all with the goal of uniting all of Peloponnesus into one community. However, during Aratus's lifetime, they heavily relied on the Macedonians, seeking the favor of Ptolemy, and later Antigonus and Philip, who were consistently involved in Greek affairs. But once Philopoemen took command, the Achaeans felt confident enough to stand up to their strongest enemies and turned away from foreign assistance. The reality is that, as we mentioned in his biography, Aratus was not particularly warlike; he achieved most of his goals through diplomacy, gentleness, and alliances with foreign leaders. In contrast, Philopoemen was a man of action and leadership, a great soldier who enjoyed early successes, significantly increasing both the power and bravery of the Achaeans, who became accustomed to victory under his leadership.
But first he altered what he found amiss in their arms, and form of battle. Hitherto they had used light, thin bucklers, too narrow to cover the body, and javelins much shorter than pikes. By which means they were skillful in skirmishing at a distance, but in a close fight had much the disadvantage. Then in drawing their forces up for battle, they were never accustomed to form in regular divisions; and their line being unprotected either by the thick array of projecting spears or by their shields, as in the Macedonian phalanx, where the soldiers shoulder close and their shields touch, they were easily opened, and broken. Philopoemen reformed all this, persuading them to change the narrow target and short javelin, into a large shield and long pike; to arm their heads, bodies, thighs, and legs; and instead of loose skirmishing, fight firmly and foot to foot. After he had brought them all to wear full armor, and by that means into the confidence of thinking themselves now invincible, he turned what before had been idle profusion and luxury into an honorable expense. For being long used to vie with each other in their dress, the furniture of their houses, and service of their tables, and to glory in outdoing one another, the disease by custom was grown incurable, and there was no possibility of removing it altogether. But he diverted the passion, and brought them, instead of these superfluities, to love useful and more manly display, and, reducing their other expenses, to take delight in appearing magnificent in their equipage of war. Nothing then was to be seen in the shops but plate breaking up, or melting down, gilding of breastplates, and studding bucklers and bits with silver; nothing in the places of exercise, but horses managing, and young men exercising their arms; nothing in the hands of the women, but helmets and crests of feathers to be dyed, and military cloaks and riding-frocks to be embroidered; the very sight of all which quickening and raising their spirits, made them contemn dangers, and feel ready to venture on any honorable dangers. Other kinds of sumptuosity give us pleasure, but make us effeminate; the tickling of the sense slackening the vigor of the mind; but magnificence of this kind strengthens and heightens the courage; as Homer makes Achilles at the sight of his new arms exulting with joy, and on fire to use them. When Philopoemen had obtained of them to arm, and set themselves out in this manner, he proceeded to train them, mustering and exercising them perpetually; in which they obeyed him with great zeal and eagerness. For they were wonderfully pleased with their new form of battle, which, being so knit and cemented together, seemed almost incapable of being broken. And then their arms, which for their riches and beauty they wore with pleasure, becoming light and easy to them with constant use, they longed for nothing more than to try them with an enemy, and fight in earnest.
But first he changed what was lacking in their armor and fighting style. Until then, they had used light, thin shields that were too small to protect their bodies, and javelins that were much shorter than pikes. This made them skilled at skirmishing from a distance, but at a disadvantage in close combat. When they assembled their forces for battle, they were not used to forming in organized divisions; their line was unprotected either by a solid wall of spears or by shields, like in the Macedonian phalanx, where soldiers stand close together with their shields touching, making it easy to break through their ranks. Philopoemen addressed all of this, convincing them to replace the narrow shield and short javelin with a larger shield and longer pike; to arm their heads, bodies, thighs, and legs; and instead of fighting loosely, to engage firmly and face-to-face. Once he had them all outfitted in full armor, which gave them the confidence to feel nearly invincible, he transformed what had previously been mere extravagance into honorable expenditures. Having grown accustomed to competing with each other in their attire, the decoration of their homes, and the service at their tables, and taking pride in outdoing one another, this habit had become deeply ingrained, and there was no way to fully eliminate it. But he redirected that passion, encouraging them to swap out these excesses for a more useful and masculine display, and by cutting back on other expenses, they found joy in appearing impressive in their war gear. The shops were filled with armor being forged or melted down, breastplates being gilded, and shields and bits being embellished with silver. The training grounds were busy with horse management and young men practicing their combat skills. The women were occupied with helmets and feathers to dye, and military cloaks and riding coats to embroider; all of which inspired and invigorated them, making them disregard dangers and feel ready to face any honorable challenges. Other forms of luxury may give us pleasure but make us soft; the indulgence of the senses can weaken the mind’s vigor; yet this kind of magnificence strengthens and elevates courage, just as Homer describes Achilles, filled with joy and eager to use his new arms. Once Philopoemen had persuaded them to equip themselves in this way, he began to train them, constantly mustering and exercising them, to which they responded with great enthusiasm and eagerness. They were thrilled with their new battle formation, which, being so tightly organized, seemed almost unbreakable. Furthermore, their arms, which they wore with pride because of their beauty and richness, became light and manageable through constant use, leading them to crave nothing more than to test them against an enemy and fight for real.
The Achaeans at that time were at war with Machanidas, the tyrant of Lacedaemon, who, having a strong army watched all opportunities of becoming entire master of Peloponnesus. When intelligence came that he was fallen upon the Mantineans, Philopoemen forthwith took the field, and marched towards him. They met near Mantinea, and drew up in sight of the city. Both, besides the whole strength of their several cities, had a good number of mercenaries in pay. When they came to fall on, Machanidas, with his hired soldiers, beat the spearmen and the Tarentines whom Philopoemen had placed in the front. But when he should have charged immediately into the main battle, which stood close and firm, he hotly followed the chase; and instead of attacking the Achaeans, passed on beyond them, while they remained drawn up in their place. With so untoward a beginning the rest of the confederates gave themselves up for lost; but Philopoemen, professing to make it a matter of small consequence, and observing the enemy’s oversight, who had thus left an opening in their main body, and exposed their own phalanx, made no sort of motion to oppose them, but let them pursue the chase freely, till they had placed themselves at a great distance from him. Then seeing the Lacedaemonians before him deserted by their horse, with their flanks quite bare, he charged suddenly, and surprised them without a commander, and not so much as expecting an encounter, as, when they saw Machanidas driving the beaten enemy before him, they thought the victory already gained. He overthrew them with great slaughter, (they report above four thousand killed in the place,) and then faced about against Machanidas, who was returning with his mercenaries from the pursuit. There happened to be a broad deep ditch between them, along side of which both rode their horses for awhile, the one trying to get over and fly, the other to hinder him. It looked less like the contest between two generals than like the last defense of some wild beast, brought to bay by the keen huntsman Philopoemen, and forced to fight for his life. The tyrant’s horse was mettled and strong; and feeling the bloody spurs in his sides, ventured to take the ditch. He had already so far reached the other side, as to have planted his fore-feet upon it, and was struggling to raise himself with these, when Simmias and Polyaenus, who used to fight by the side of Philopoemen, came up on horseback to his assistance. But Philopoemen, before either of them, himself met Machanidas; and perceiving that the horse with his head high reared, covered his master’s body, he turned his own a little, and holding his javelin by the middle, drove it against the tyrant with all his force, and tumbled him dead into the ditch. Such is the precise posture in which he stands at Delphi in the brazen statue which the Achaeans set up of him, in admiration of his valor in this single combat, and conduct during the whole day.
The Achaeans were at war with Machanidas, the tyrant of Lacedaemon, who had a strong army and was always looking for a chance to take full control of Peloponnesus. When news arrived that he attacked the Mantineans, Philopoemen quickly took action and marched towards him. They met near Mantinea and positioned themselves in view of the city. Both sides, along with the full strength of their cities, also had a good number of mercenaries. When they engaged, Machanidas, with his hired soldiers, defeated the spearmen and Tarentines that Philopoemen had stationed at the front. But instead of immediately charging into the main battle, which was tightly packed and strong, he got caught up in chasing the retreating enemy and ended up passing well beyond the Achaeans, who remained in formation. With such a bad start, the other allied forces felt defeated, but Philopoemen, downplaying the situation and noticing the enemy's mistake of leaving an opening in their formation, let them continue chasing without interference until they were far away. Then, seeing the Lacedaemonians ahead, stripped of cavalry and with their flanks exposed, he charged suddenly, catching them off guard and unprepared for a fight. They thought victory was already theirs since they saw Machanidas driving the defeated enemy in front of him. He defeated them with heavy losses (reported to be over four thousand killed there) and then turned to face Machanidas, who was returning with his mercenaries from the pursuit. A wide, deep ditch separated them, alongside which both rode for a moment, one trying to escape and the other trying to block him. It seemed less like a battle between two generals and more like the last stand of a wild animal cornered by the relentless hunter Philopoemen, fighting for its life. The tyrant's horse was spirited and strong; feeling the bloody spurs in its sides, it attempted to jump the ditch. It had already managed to place its front feet on the other side and was struggling to lift itself when Simmias and Polyaenus, who usually fought alongside Philopoemen, arrived on horseback to help. But before either of them could reach Machanidas, Philopoemen confronted him directly. Seeing that the horse, with its head held high, was shielding its rider's body, he adjusted his stance slightly and, gripping his javelin properly, threw it at the tyrant with all his might, killing him and sending him into the ditch. This is the precise position he is depicted in the bronze statue that the Achaeans erected at Delphi in admiration of his bravery during this single combat and his leadership throughout the day.
We are told that at the Nemean games, a little after this victory, Philopoemen being then General the second time, and at leisure on the occasion of the solemnity, first showed the Greeks his army drawn up in full array as if they were to fight, and executed with it all the maneuvers of a battle with wonderful order, strength, and celerity. After which he went into the theater, while the musicians were singing for the prize, followed by the young soldiers in their military cloaks and their scarlet frocks under their armor, all in the very height of bodily vigor, and much alike in age, showing a high respect to their general; yet breathing at the same time a noble confidence in themselves, raised by success in many glorious encounters. Just at their coming in, it so happened, that the musician Pylades, with a voice well suited to the lofty style of the poet, was in the act of commencing the Persians of Timotheus,
We’re told that at the Nemean games, shortly after this victory, Philopoemen, who was General for the second time and had some free time because of the festivities, first showed the Greeks his army lined up as if they were about to fight. He carried out all the battle maneuvers with incredible order, strength, and speed. After that, he entered the theater while the musicians were performing for the prize, followed by the young soldiers in their military cloaks and scarlet tunics beneath their armor, all in peak physical condition and similar in age, showing great respect for their general while also displaying a confident pride in themselves due to their success in many glorious battles. Just as they arrived, the musician Pylades, whose voice perfectly matched the grandeur of the poet, was starting to perform the Persians by Timotheus.
Under his conduct Greece was glorious and was free.
Under his leadership, Greece was magnificent and free.
The whole theater at once turned to look at Philopoemen, and clapped with delight; their hopes venturing once more to return to their country’s former reputation; and their feelings almost rising to the height of their ancient spirit.
The entire theater instantly turned to Philopoemen and erupted in applause, filled with joy; their hopes daring to dream of restoring their country's past glory, and their emotions nearly soaring to the level of their ancient spirit.
It was with the Achaeans as with young horses, which go quietly with their usual riders, but grow unruly and restive under strangers. The soldiers, when any service was in hand, and Philopoemen not at their head, grew dejected and looked about for him; but if he once appeared, came presently to themselves, and recovered their confidence and courage, being sensible that this was the only one of their commanders whom the enemy could not endure to face; but, as appeared in several occasions, were frighted with his very name. Thus we find that Philip, king of Macedon, thinking to terrify the Achaeans into subjection again, if he could rid his hands of Philopoemen, employed some persons privately to assassinate him. But the treachery coming to light, he became infamous, and lost his character through Greece. The Boeotians besieging Megara, and ready to carry the town by storm, upon a groundless rumor that Philopoemen was at hand with succor, ran away, and left their scaling ladders at the wall behind them. Nabis, (who was tyrant of Lacedaemon after Machanidas,) had surprised Messene at a time when Philopoemen was out of command. He tried to persuade Lysippus, then General of the Achaeans, to succor Messene: but not prevailing with him, because, he said, the enemy being now within it, the place was irrecoverably lost, he resolved to go himself, without order or commission, followed merely by his own immediate fellow-citizens who went with him as their general by commission from nature, which had made him fittest to command. Nabis, hearing of his coming, though his army quartered within the town, thought it not convenient to stay; but stealing out of the furthest gate with his men, marched away with all the speed he could, thinking himself a happy man if he could get off with safety. And he did escape; but Messene was rescued.
It was like the Achaeans were young horses that followed their usual riders calmly but became restless and unruly around strangers. When there was a task at hand and Philopoemen wasn't leading them, the soldiers felt discouraged and looked around for him. However, once he showed up, they quickly regained their composure and confidence, aware that he was the only commander the enemy couldn't stand to face; in fact, they were scared just hearing his name. This was evident when Philip, the king of Macedon, tried to intimidate the Achaeans into submission by plotting to have Philopoemen assassinated. When this treachery was exposed, he became notorious and lost his reputation throughout Greece. The Boeotians, who were besieging Megara and ready to storm the town, fled upon hearing a baseless rumor that Philopoemen was approaching to help, leaving their scaling ladders behind. Nabis, who became the tyrant of Lacedaemon after Machanidas, had taken Messene when Philopoemen was not in command. He tried to convince Lysippus, the Achaean General, to assist Messene, but Lysippus refused, stating that since the enemy was already inside, the city was lost for good. So, Nabis decided to go himself without any orders, followed only by his immediate fellow citizens who naturally viewed him as their leader. When Nabis heard of his approach, even though his troops were stationed in the town, he thought it wiser to retreat. He slipped out through the furthest gate with his men and marched away as quickly as he could, hoping to escape safely. He did manage to get away, but Messene was saved.
All hitherto makes for the praise and honor of Philopoemen. But when at the request of the Gortynians he went away into Crete to command for them, at a time when his own country was distressed by Nabis, he exposed himself to the charge of either cowardice, or unseasonable ambition of honor amongst foreigners. For the Megalopolitans were then so pressed, that, the enemy being master of the field and encamping almost at their gates, they were forced to keep themselves within their walls, and sow their very streets. And he in the mean time, across the seas, waging war and commanding in chief in a foreign nation, furnished his ill-wishers with matter enough for their reproaches. Some said he took the offer of the Gortynians, because the Achaeans chose other generals, and left him but a private man. For he could not endure to sit still, but looking upon war and command in it as his great business, always coveted to be employed. And this agrees with what he once aptly said of king Ptolemy. Somebody was praising him for keeping his army and himself in an admirable state of discipline and exercise: “And what praise,” replied Philopoemen, “for a king of his years, to be always preparing, and never performing?” However, the Megalopolitans, thinking themselves betrayed, took it so ill, that they were about to banish him. But the Achaeans put an end to that design, by sending their General, Aristaeus, to Megalopolis, who, though he were at difference with Philopoemen about affairs of the commonwealth, yet would not suffer him to be banished. Philopoemen finding himself upon this account out of favor with his citizens, induced divers of the little neighboring places to renounce obedience to them, suggesting to them to urge that from the beginning they were not subject to their taxes, or laws, or any way under their command. In these pretenses he openly took their part, and fomented seditious movements amongst the Achaeans in general against Megalopolis. But these things happened a while after.
All of this leads to the praise and honor of Philopoemen. However, when he went to Crete at the request of the Gortynians to lead them, while his own country was suffering from Nabis, he faced accusations of either cowardice or inappropriate ambition for glory among foreigners. At that time, the people of Megalopolis were under severe pressure, with the enemy dominating the area and camped almost at their gates, forcing them to stay within their walls and even plant crops in the streets. Meanwhile, he was across the seas waging war and commanding in a foreign nation, giving his critics plenty of ammunition for their complaints. Some claimed he accepted the Gortynians' offer because the Achaeans chose other generals, leaving him as just a private citizen. He couldn't stand being idle. Viewing war and leadership as his main purpose, he constantly sought to be in action. This aligns with what he once cleverly said about King Ptolemy when someone praised him for maintaining his army and himself in excellent discipline and training: “What’s so impressive,” Philopoemen replied, “for a king of his age, to always be preparing and never actually doing anything?” Nonetheless, the people of Megalopolis, feeling betrayed, were so upset that they considered banishing him. However, the Achaeans stopped that plan by sending their General, Aristaeus, to Megalopolis, who, despite having disagreements with Philopoemen regarding the state's affairs, wouldn’t allow his banishment. Since Philopoemen found himself out of favor with his fellow citizens, he persuaded several of the small neighboring towns to reject their allegiance to Megalopolis, arguing that they had never been subject to their taxes, laws, or commands. Through these claims, he openly sided with them and stirred up unrest among the Achaeans against Megalopolis. But these events took place some time later.
While he stayed in Crete, in the service of the Gortynians, he made war not like a Peloponnesian and Arcadian, fairly in the open field, but fought with them at their own weapon, and turning their stratagems and tricks against themselves, showed them they played craft against skill, and were but children to an experienced soldier. Having acted here with great bravery, and great reputation to himself, he returned into Peloponnesus, where he found Philip beaten by Titus Quintius, and Nabis at war both with the Romans and Achaeans. He was at once chosen general against Nabis, but venturing to fight by sea, met, like Epaminondas, with a result very contrary to the general expectation, and his own former reputation. Epaminondas, however, according to some statements, was backward by design, unwilling to give his countrymen an appetite for the advantages of the sea, lest from good soldiers, they should by little and little turn, as Plato says, to ill mariners. And therefore he returned from Asia and the Islands without doing any thing, on purpose. Whereas Philopoemen, thinking his skill in land-service would equally avail at sea, learned how great a part of valor experience is, and how much it imports in the management of things to be accustomed to them. For he was not only put to the worst in the fight for want of skill, but having rigged up an old ship, which had been a famous vessel forty years before, and shipped his citizens in her, she foundering, he was in danger of losing them all. But finding the enemy, as if he had been driven out of the sea, had, in contempt of him, besieged Gythium, he presently set sail again, and, taking them unexpectedly, dispersed and careless after their victory, landed in the night, burnt their camp, and killed a great number.
While he was in Crete, serving the Gortynians, he fought not like a typical Peloponnesian or Arcadian, in open battle, but instead used their own tactics against them, demonstrating that they were merely playing tricks against someone with real skill and experience. After showing great bravery and gaining a solid reputation, he returned to Peloponnesus, where he discovered that Philip had been defeated by Titus Quintius, and Nabis was at war with both the Romans and the Achaeans. He was quickly elected as general against Nabis, but when he attempted to fight at sea, he faced an outcome very different from the general expectation and his own previous respect, much like Epaminondas had. However, some suggest that Epaminondas deliberately held back, wanting to prevent his fellow countrymen from becoming too interested in the benefits of naval power, fearing they might turn from being good soldiers into poor seamen, as Plato noted. Thus, he returned from Asia and the Islands without accomplishing anything on purpose. On the other hand, Philopoemen believed his skills in land warfare could translate well to the sea, but he learned the hard way just how vital experience is for bravery, and how much it matters to be familiar with a situation. Not only did he lose the battle due to his lack of knowledge, but after outfitting an old ship that had been famous forty years earlier and loading his citizens onto it, the ship sank, putting them all at risk. However, when he discovered that the enemy, dismissing him, had laid siege to Gythium, he quickly set sail again and, catching them off guard during the night, landed and burned their camp, killing many of them.
A few days after, as he was marching through a rough country, Nabis came suddenly upon him. The Achaeans were dismayed, and in such difficult ground where the enemy had secured the advantage, despaired to get off with safety. Philopoemen made a little halt, and, viewing the ground, soon made it appear, that the one important thing in war is skill in drawing up an army. For by advancing only a few paces, and, without any confusion or trouble, altering his order according to the nature of the place, he immediately relieved himself from every difficulty, and then charging, put the enemy to flight. But when he saw they fled, not towards the city, but dispersed every man a different way all over the field, which for wood and hills, brooks and hollows was not passable by horse, he sounded a retreat, and encamped by broad daylight. Then foreseeing the enemy would endeavor to steal scatteringly into the city in the dark, he posted strong parties of the Achaeans all along the watercourses and sloping ground near the walls. Many of Nabis’s men fell into their hands. For returning not in a body, but as the chance of flight had disposed of every one, they were caught like birds ere they could enter into the town.
A few days later, while he was marching through a rough area, Nabis suddenly appeared. The Achaeans were alarmed, and in such a difficult landscape where the enemy had the upper hand, they were worried about making it out safely. Philopoemen paused for a moment, and after assessing the situation, made it clear that the most important thing in warfare is the skill in positioning an army. By moving forward just a few steps and smoothly adjusting his formation to fit the terrain, he quickly resolved his difficulties and then launched a charge that sent the enemy fleeing. However, when he noticed that they were running off not towards the city, but scattering in all directions across the field—where the woods, hills, streams, and dips made it tough for horses to navigate—he called for a retreat and set up camp in broad daylight. Anticipating that the enemy would attempt to sneak into the city under the cover of darkness, he positioned strong groups of Achaeans along the watercourses and sloped ground near the walls. Many of Nabis’s men were captured. They returned not as a unit, but scattered due to the chaos of escape, and were caught like birds before they could reach the town.
These actions obtained him distinguished marks of affection and honor in all the theaters of Greece, but not without the secret ill-will of Titus Flamininus, who was naturally eager for glory, and thought it but reasonable a consul of Rome should be otherwise esteemed by the Achaeans, than a common Arcadian; especially as there was no comparison between what he, and what Philopoemen had done for them, he having by one proclamation restored all Greece, as much as had been subject to Philip and the Macedonians, to liberty. After this, Titus made peace with Nabis, and Nabis was circumvented and slain by the Aetolians. Things being then in confusion at Sparta, Philopoemen laid hold of the occasion, and coming upon them with an army, prevailed with some by persuasion, with others by fear, till he brought the whole city over to the Achaeans. As it was no small matter for Sparta to become a member of Achaea, this action gained him infinite praise from the Achaeans, for having strengthened their confederacy by the addition of so great and powerful a city, and not a little good-will from the nobility of Sparta itself, who hoped they had now procured an ally, who would defend their freedom. Accordingly, having raised a sum of one hundred and twenty silver talents by the sale of the house and goods of Nabis, they decreed him the money, and sent a deputation in the name of the city to present it. But here the honesty of Philopoemen showed itself clearly to be a real, uncounterfeited virtue. For first of all, there was not a man among them who would undertake to make him this offer of a present, but every one excusing himself, and shifting it off upon his fellow, they laid the office at last on Timolaus, with whom he had lodged at Sparta. Then Timolaus came to Megalopolis, and was entertained by Philopoemen; but struck into admiration with the dignity of his life and manners, and the simplicity of his habits, judging him to be utterly inaccessible to any such considerations, he said nothing, but pretending other business, returned without a word mentioned of the present. He was sent again, and did just as formerly. But the third time with much ado, and faltering in his words, he acquainted Philopoemen with the good-will of the city of Sparta to him. Philopoemen listened obligingly and gladly; and then went himself to Sparta, where he advised them, not to bribe good men and their friends, of whose virtue they might be sure without charge to themselves; but to buy off and silence ill citizens, who disquieted the city with their seditious speeches in the public assemblies; for it was better to bar liberty of speech in enemies, than friends. Thus it appeared how much Philopoemen was above bribery.
These actions earned him notable respect and admiration in all the theaters of Greece, but not without the hidden resentment of Titus Flamininus, who was naturally eager for glory and thought it only fair that a consul of Rome should be held in higher regard by the Achaeans than a common Arcadian. Especially since there was no comparison between what he had accomplished and what Philopoemen had done for them, having restored all of Greece that had been under Philip and the Macedonians to freedom with a single proclamation. After this, Titus made peace with Nabis, who was then outmaneuvered and killed by the Aetolians. With Sparta in disarray, Philopoemen seized the opportunity and approached them with an army, convincing some with persuasion and others with intimidation until he brought the entire city over to the Achaeans. Since it was a significant achievement for Sparta to join Achaea, this action earned him a tremendous amount of praise from the Achaeans for strengthening their alliance by adding such a powerful city. He also gained considerable goodwill from the nobility of Sparta, who hoped they had found an ally that would defend their freedom. Consequently, having raised a total of one hundred and twenty silver talents by selling Nabis’s estate and belongings, they voted to give him the money and sent a delegation on behalf of the city to present it. However, Philopoemen’s integrity clearly showed itself to be genuine and unwavering. Initially, no one in the delegation was willing to make him this offer of a gift, with everyone passing the responsibility to someone else, finally assigning the task to Timolaus, who had stayed with him in Sparta. Timolaus then went to Megalopolis and was received by Philopoemen; however, he was so impressed by the dignity of his life and conduct, and the simplicity of his lifestyle, that he judged him to be completely beyond such considerations. Therefore, he said nothing and pretended to have other business before leaving without mentioning the gift. He was sent back again and did exactly the same. But the third time, struggling for words, he informed Philopoemen about the goodwill of the city of Sparta towards him. Philopoemen listened with interest and enthusiasm, then went himself to Sparta, where he advised them not to bribe good men and their friends, whose virtue they could rely on without incurring costs; instead, they should pay off and silence troublesome citizens who disturbed the city with their inflammatory speeches in public assemblies. It was better to restrict freedom of speech among enemies than among friends. Thus, it was evident how much Philopoemen rose above bribery.
Diophanes being afterwards General of the Achaeans, and hearing the Lacedaemonians were bent on new commotions, resolved to chastise them; they, on the other side, being set upon war, were embroiling all Peloponnesus. Philopoemen on this occasion did all he could to keep Diophanes quiet and to make him sensible that as the times went, while Antiochus and the Romans were disputing their pretensions with vast armies in the heart of Greece, it concerned a man in his position to keep a watchful eye over them, and dissembling, and putting up with any less important grievances, to preserve all quiet at home. Diophanes would not be ruled, but joined with Titus, and both together falling into Laconia, marched directly to Sparta. Philopoemen, upon this, took, in his indignation, a step which certainly was not lawful, nor in the strictest sense just, but boldly and loftily conceived. Entering into the town himself, he, a private man as he was, refused admission to both the consul of Rome, and the General of the Achaeans, quieted the disorders in the city, and reunited it on the same terms as before to the Achaean confederacy.
Diophanes, later becoming the General of the Achaeans, learned that the Lacedaemonians were planning new troubles and decided to punish them. Meanwhile, they were gearing up for war and stirring up conflict across all of Peloponnesus. In this situation, Philopoemen did everything he could to keep Diophanes calm, reminding him that with Antiochus and the Romans clashing with large armies in the heart of Greece, it was important for someone in his position to keep a close watch on them. He urged him to overlook lesser grievances to maintain peace at home. Diophanes, however, refused to listen and teamed up with Titus. Together, they marched straight into Sparta. In response, Philopoemen, driven by anger, took an action that was definitely not lawful or strictly just, but was bold and grand in its conception. Entering the town himself, he, as a private citizen, denied entry to both the Roman consul and the General of the Achaeans, restored order in the city, and rejoined it with the Achaean confederacy under the same terms as before.
Yet afterwards, when he was General himself, upon some new misdemeanor of the Lacedaemonians, he brought back those who had been banished, put, as Polybius writes, eighty, according to Aristocrates three hundred and fifty, Spartans to death, razed the walls, took away a good part of their territory and transferred it to the Megalopolitans, forced out of the country and carried into Achaea all who had been made citizens of Sparta by tyrants, except three thousand who would not submit to banishment. These he sold for slaves, and with the money, as if to insult over them, built a colonnade at Megalopolis. Lastly, unworthily trampling upon the Lacedaemonians in their calamities, and gratifying his hostility by a most oppressive and arbitrary action, he abolished the laws of Lycurgus, and forced them to educate their children, and live after the manner of the Achaeans; as though, while they kept to the discipline of Lycurgus, there was no humbling their haughty spirits. In their present distress and adversity they allowed Philopoemen thus to cut the sinews of their commonwealth asunder, and behaved themselves humbly and submissively. But afterwards in no long time, obtaining the support of the Romans, they abandoned their new Achaean citizenship; and as much as in so miserable and ruined a condition they could, reestablished their ancient discipline.
Yet later, when he became a General himself, after some new wrongdoing by the Lacedaemonians, he brought back those who had been banished, and as Polybius writes, executed eighty, while Aristocrates says three hundred and fifty, Spartans. He tore down their walls, took a large portion of their land, and gave it to the Megalopolitans. He expelled from the country and transported to Achaea everyone who had been made a citizen of Sparta by tyrants, except for three thousand who refused to be exiled. He sold these remaining citizens into slavery, and with the money, as if to mock them, built a colonnade at Megalopolis. Finally, dishonorably taking advantage of the Lacedaemonians in their misfortune and satisfying his animosity through oppressive and arbitrary acts, he abolished the laws of Lycurgus and forced them to educate their children and live like the Achaeans; as if sticking to Lycurgus's discipline would not humble their proud spirits. In their current distress and hardship, they allowed Philopoemen to tear apart the foundations of their republic and behaved in a humble and submissive manner. However, not long after, with the support of the Romans, they rejected their new Achaean citizenship and, to the best of their ability in such a miserable and ruined state, reestablished their ancient discipline.
When the war betwixt Antiochus and the Romans broke out in Greece, Philopoemen was a private man. He repined grievously, when he saw Antiochus lay idle at Chalcis, spending his time in unseasonable courtship and weddings, while his men lay dispersed in several towns, without order or commanders, and minding nothing but their pleasures. He complained much that he was not himself in office, and said he envied the Romans their victory; and that if he had had the fortune to be then in command, he would have surprised and killed the whole army in the taverns.
When the war between Antiochus and the Romans broke out in Greece, Philopoemen was just a private citizen. He felt really frustrated when he saw Antiochus idly hanging out in Chalcis, spending his time on inappropriate courtship and weddings, while his soldiers were scattered across different towns without any organization or leaders, only focused on their own pleasures. He often complained that he wasn’t in a position of power and said he envied the Romans their victory; he believed that if he had been in charge at that moment, he would have been able to surprise and defeat the entire army in the taverns.
When Antiochus was overcome, the Romans pressed harder upon Greece, and encompassed the Achaeans with their power; the popular leaders in the several cities yielded before them; and their power speedily, under the divine guidance, advanced to the consummation due to it in the revolutions of fortune. Philopoemen, in this conjuncture, carried himself like a good pilot in a high sea, sometimes shifting sail, and sometimes yielding, but still steering steady; and omitting no opportunity nor effort to keep all who were considerable, whether for eloquence or riches, fast to the defense of their common liberty.
When Antiochus was defeated, the Romans intensified their pressure on Greece and surrounded the Achaeans with their influence. The popular leaders in various cities gave in to them, and their power quickly advanced to the success it deserved in the twists of fate, under divine guidance. Philopoemen, during this time, acted like a skilled captain in a stormy sea, sometimes changing direction and sometimes yielding, but always keeping a steady course. He missed no chance or effort to keep all those who were notable, whether for their speaking skills or wealth, committed to defending their shared freedom.
Aristaenus, a Megalopolitan of great credit among the Achaeans, but always a favorer of the Romans, saying one day in the senate, that the Romans should not be opposed, or displeased in any way, Philopoemen heard him with an impatient silence; but at last, not able to hold longer, said angrily to him, “And why be in such haste, wretched man, to behold the end of Greece?” Manius, the Roman consul, after the defeat of Antiochus, requested the Achaeans to restore the banished Lacedaemonians to their country, which motion was seconded and supported by all the interest of Titus. But Philopoemen crossed it, not from ill-will to the men, but that they might be beholden to him and the Achaeans, not to Titus and the Romans. For when he came to be General himself, he restored them. So impatient was his spirit of any subjection, and so prone his nature to contest everything with men in power.
Aristaenus, a respected man from Megalopolis among the Achaeans, always favored the Romans. One day in the senate, he argued that the Romans should not be opposed or upset in any way. Philopoemen listened in silence, but eventually couldn't hold back and snapped at him, “Why are you so eager, miserable man, to see the end of Greece?” After Antiochus was defeated, Manius, the Roman consul, asked the Achaeans to bring back the exiled Lacedaemonians, a proposal backed by Titus. However, Philopoemen opposed it, not out of spite for the men, but so they would owe their return to him and the Achaeans, not to Titus and the Romans. When he became the General himself, he brought them back. His spirit was so intolerant of any oppression, and his nature so inclined to challenge those in power.
Being now threescore and ten, and the eighth time General, he was in hope to pass in quiet, not only the year of his magistracy, but his remaining life. For as our diseases decline, as it is supposed, with our declining bodily strength, so the quarreling humor of the Greeks abated much with their failing political greatness. But fortune or some divine retributive power threw him down the in close of his life, like a successful runner who stumbles at the goal. It is reported, that being in company where one was praised for a great commander, he replied, there was no great account to be made of a man, who had suffered himself to be taken alive by his enemies.
At seventy years old and serving as General for the eighth time, he hoped to spend not just his year in office, but the rest of his life in peace. Just as our illnesses are believed to fade alongside our declining physical strength, the quarrelsome spirit of the Greeks diminished significantly with their waning political power. However, fortune or some kind of divine justice brought him down at the end of his life, like a runner who trips just before crossing the finish line. It's said that while in a gathering where someone was praised as a great commander, he remarked that there was nothing impressive about a man who allowed himself to be captured by his enemies.
A few days after, news came that Dinocrates the Messenian, a particular enemy to Philopoemen, and for his wickedness and villanies generally hated, had induced Messene to revolt from the Achaeans, and was about to seize upon a little place called Colonis. Philopoemen lay then sick of a fever at Argos. Upon the news he hasted away, and reached Megalopolis, which was distant above four hundred furlongs, in a day. From thence he immediately led out the horse, the noblest of the city, young men in the vigor of their age, and eager to proffer their service, both from attachment to Philopoemen, and zeal for the cause. As they marched towards Messene, they met with Dinocrates, near the hill of Evander, charged and routed him. But five hundred fresh men, who, being left for a guard to the country, came in late, happening to appear, the flying enemy rallied again about the hills. Philopoemen, fearing to be enclosed, and solicitous for his men, retreated over ground extremely disadvantageous, bringing up the rear himself. As he often faced, and made charges upon the enemy, he drew them upon himself; though they merely made movements at a distance, and shouted about him, nobody daring to approach him. In his care to save every single man, he left his main body so often, that at last he found himself alone among the thickest of his enemies. Yet even then none durst come up to him, but being pelted at a distance, and driven to stony steep places, he had great difficulty, with much spurring, to guide his horse aright. His age was no hindrance to him, for with perpetual exercise it was both strong and active; but being weakened with sickness, and tired with his long journey, his horse stumbling, he fell encumbered with his arms, and faint, upon a hard and rugged piece of ground. His head received such a shock with the fall, that he lay awhile speechless, so that the enemy, thinking him dead, began to turn and strip him. But when they saw him lift up his head and open his eyes, they threw themselves all together upon him, bound his hands behind him, and carried him off, every kind of insult and contumely being lavished on him who truly had never so much as dreamed of being led in triumph by Dinocrates.
A few days later, news arrived that Dinocrates the Messenian, a known enemy of Philopoemen and generally despised for his wickedness, had convinced Messene to rebel against the Achaeans and was planning to take a small place called Colonis. At that time, Philopoemen was sick with a fever in Argos. Upon hearing the news, he quickly left and reached Megalopolis, which was more than four hundred furlongs away, in a single day. From there, he immediately took out the finest young men from the city’s cavalry, eager to serve him both out of loyalty to Philopoemen and passion for their cause. As they marched towards Messene, they encountered Dinocrates near the hill of Evander, charging at him and routing his forces. However, five hundred fresh troops that had been left to guard the countryside showed up late, causing the fleeing enemy to rally again around the hills. Fearing encirclement and concerned for his men, Philopoemen retreated over very difficult terrain, taking up the rear himself. As he frequently turned to face the enemy and made charges at them, he drew their attention; although they merely stayed at a distance and shouted at him, none dared to get close. In his effort to save every single soldier, he left his main group so often that he eventually found himself alone in the midst of his enemies. Even then, nobody would approach him, and while being pelted from afar and forced into rocky, steep areas, he struggled with significant effort to navigate his horse. His age wasn’t a limitation, as he was strong and agile from constant exercise; however, weakened by illness and fatigued from his long journey, his horse stumbled, causing him to fall heavily onto a hard and rough patch of ground, weighed down by his armor. The impact knocked the wind out of him, rendering him momentarily speechless, which led the enemies to think he was dead and start to approach him to loot. But when they saw him lift his head and open his eyes, they all rushed towards him, bound his hands behind his back, and took him away, hurling insults and derision at someone who had never even imagined being led in triumph by Dinocrates.
The Messenians, wonderfully elated with the news, thronged in swarms to the city gates. But when they saw Philopoemen in a posture so unsuitable to the glory of his great actions and famous victories, most of them, struck with grief and cursing the deceitful vanity of human fortune, even shed tears of compassion at the spectacle. Such tears by little and little turned to kind words, and it was almost in everybody’s mouth that they ought to remember what he had done for them, and how he had preserved the common liberty, by driving away Nabis. Some few, to make their court to Dinocrates, were for torturing and then putting him to death as a dangerous and irreconcilable enemy; all the more formitable to Dinocrates, who had taken him prisoner, should he after this misfortune, regain his liberty. They put him at last into a dungeon underground, which they called the treasury, a place into which there came no air nor light from abroad; and, which, having no doors, was closed with a great stone. This they rolled into the entrance and fixed, and placing a guard about it, left him. In the mean time Philopoemen’s soldiers, recovering themselves after their flight, and fearing he was dead when he appeared nowhere, made a stand, calling him with loud cries, and reproaching one another with their unworthy and shameful escape; having betrayed their general, who, to preserve their lives, had lost his own. Then returning after much inquiry and search, hearing at last that he was taken, they sent away messengers round about with the news. The Achaeans resented the misfortune deeply, and decreed to send and demand him; and, in the meantime, drew their army together for his rescue.
The Messenians, overjoyed by the news, swarmed to the city gates. But when they saw Philopoemen in a situation so unworthy of his great deeds and famous victories, most of them, filled with grief and cursing the deceptive nature of fortune, ended up shedding tears of compassion at the sight. Gradually, those tears turned into kind words, and it was on everyone's lips that they should remember what he had done for them and how he had preserved their freedom by driving away Nabis. A few, trying to win favor with Dinocrates, wanted to torture him and then put him to death as a dangerous and irreconcilable enemy; especially since he would be even more formidable to Dinocrates if he regained his freedom after this misfortune. Eventually, they put him in an underground dungeon they called the treasury, a place that had no air or light from outside and, lacking doors, was sealed with a large stone. They rolled the stone to the entrance, secured it, and left a guard by it. Meanwhile, Philopoemen's soldiers, recovering from their flight and fearing he was dead since he had not appeared, stood their ground, calling out for him and reproaching each other for their unworthy and shameful retreat after having betrayed their general, who had sacrificed his life to save theirs. After a lot of searching, when they finally heard that he had been captured, they sent messengers far and wide with the news. The Achaeans were deeply affected by the misfortune and decided to send a delegation to demand his release; in the meantime, they gathered their army to rescue him.
While these things passed in Achaea, Dinocrates, fearing that any delay would save Philopoemen, and resolving to be beforehand with the Achaeans, as soon as night had dispersed the multitude, sent in the executioner with poison, with orders not to stir from him till he had taken it. Philopoemen had then laid down, wrapt up in his cloak, not sleeping, but oppressed with grief and trouble; but seeing light, and a man with poison by him, struggled to sit up; and, taking the cup, asked the man if he heard anything of the horsemen, particularly Lycortas? The fellow answering, that the most part had got off safe, he nodded, and looking cheerfully upon him, “It is well,” he said, “that we have not been every way unfortunate;” and without a word more, drank it off, and laid him down, again. His weakness offering but little resistance to the poison, it dispatched him presently.
While all this was happening in Achaea, Dinocrates, worried that delaying would allow Philopoemen to escape, decided to act before the Achaeans could react. Once night had cleared the crowd, he sent in the executioner with poison, instructing him to stay by Philopoemen until he had taken it. At that moment, Philopoemen was lying down, wrapped in his cloak, not asleep but weighed down by sorrow and anxiety. However, when he saw a light and a man with poison beside him, he struggled to sit up. Taking the cup, he asked the man if he had heard anything about the horsemen, especially Lycortas. The man replied that most of them had escaped safely. Philopoemen nodded and, looking at him cheerfully, said, “It is well that we have not been every way unfortunate.” With that, he drank the poison in one go and lay back down. The poison took effect quickly, as his frail state offered little resistance.
The news of his death filled all Achaea with grief and lamentation. The youth, with some of the chief of the several cities, met at Megalopolis with a resolution to take revenge without delay. They chose Lycortas general, and falling upon the Messenians, put all to fire and sword, till they all with one consent made their submission. Dinocrates, with as many as had voted for Philopoemen’s death, anticipated their vengeance and killed themselves. Those who would have had him tortured, Lycortas put in chains and reserved for severer punishment. They burnt his body, and put the ashes into an urn, and then marched homeward, not as in an ordinary march, but with a kind of solemn pomp, half triumph, half funeral, crowns of victory on their heads, and tears in their eyes, and their captive enemies in fetters by them. Polybius, the general’s son, carried the urn, so covered with garlands and ribbons as scarcely to be visible; and the noblest of the Achaeans accompanied him. The soldiers followed fully armed and mounted, with looks neither altogether sad as in mourning, nor lofty as in victory. The people from all towns and villages in their way, flocked out to meet him, as at his return from conquest, and, saluting the urn, fell in with the company, and followed on to Megalopolis; where, when the old men, the women and children were mingled with the rest, the whole city was filled with sighs, complaints, and cries, the loss of Philopoemen seeming to them the loss of their own greatness, and of their rank among the Achaeans. Thus he was honorably buried according to his worth, and the prisoners were stoned about his tomb.
The news of his death spread sadness and mourning throughout Achaea. A group of young leaders from various cities gathered in Megalopolis with a plan to seek revenge immediately. They elected Lycortas as their general and attacked the Messenians, killing indiscriminately until everyone agreed to surrender. Dinocrates, along with those who had voted for Philopoemen’s death, preemptively took their own lives to avoid punishment. Lycortas imprisoned those who had wanted Philopoemen tortured and reserved them for harsher penalties. They burned his body and placed the ashes in an urn, then made their way home not as in a typical march, but in a manner that was both somber and triumphant, wearing victory crowns and shedding tears, and with their captured enemies in chains alongside them. Polybius, the general’s son, carried the urn, adorned with garlands and ribbons so that it was barely visible, while the noblest Achaeans accompanied him. The soldiers followed fully armed and mounted, their expressions a mix of mourning and pride. People from all towns and villages along the way came out to greet him, as if celebrating a victory, and, honoring the urn, joined the procession to Megalopolis. There, with the elderly, women, and children blending in with the others, the entire city was filled with sighs, complaints, and cries, feeling that the loss of Philopoemen meant the loss of their own stature and importance among the Achaeans. Thus, he was buried with the honor he deserved, and the prisoners were stoned at his tomb.
Many statues were set up, and many honors decreed to him by the several cities. One of the Romans in the time of Greece’s affliction, after the destruction of Corinth, publicly accusing Philopoemen, as if he had been still alive, of having been the enemy of Rome, proposed that these memorials should all be removed. A discussion ensued, speeches were made, and Polybius answered the sycophant at large. And neither Mummius nor the lieutenants would suffer the honorable monuments of so great a man to be defaced, though he had often crossed both Titus and Manius. They justly distinguished, and as became honest men, betwixt usefulness and virtue, — what is good in itself, and what is profitable to particular parties, — judging thanks and reward due to him who does a benefit, from him who receives it, and honor never to be denied by the good to the good. And so much concerning Philopoemen.
Many statues were erected, and numerous honors were awarded to him by several cities. During Greece's tough times, after the destruction of Corinth, one Roman publicly accused Philopoemen, as if he were still alive, of being an enemy of Rome and suggested that all these memorials be taken down. This sparked a debate, speeches were made, and Polybius responded to the accuser in detail. Neither Mummius nor the other officials would allow the honorable monuments of such a great man to be damaged, even though he had often opposed both Titus and Manius. They rightly recognized, as any decent person would, the difference between usefulness and virtue—what is inherently good and what benefits specific groups—understanding that gratitude and rewards should go to the one who does a good deed, not just to the one who benefits from it, and that honor must always be given by the good to the good. And that’s all regarding Philopoemen.
FLAMININUS
What Titus Quintius Flamininus, whom we select as a parallel to Philopoemen, was in personal appearance, those who are curious may see by the brazen statue of him, which stands in Rome near that of the great Apollo, brought from Carthage, opposite to the Circus Maximus, with a Greek inscription upon it. The temper of his mind is said to have been of the warmest both in anger and in kindness; not indeed equally so in both respects; as in punishing, he was ever moderate, never inflexible; but whatever courtesy or good turn he set about, he went through with it, and was as perpetually kind and obliging to those on whom he had poured his favors, as if they, not he, had been the benefactors: exerting himself for the security and preservation of what he seemed to consider his noblest possessions, those to whom he had done good. But being ever thirsty after honor, and passionate for glory, if anything of a greater and more extraordinary nature were to be done, he was eager to be the doer of it himself; and took more pleasure in those that needed, than in those that were capable of conferring favors; looking on the former as objects for his virtue, and on the latter as competitors in glory.
What Titus Quintius Flamininus, whom we compare to Philopoemen, looked like can be seen in the bronze statue of him, which stands in Rome near the statue of the great Apollo, brought from Carthage, opposite the Circus Maximus, featuring a Greek inscription. His temperament is said to have been very warm in both anger and kindness; however, it wasn't equally intense in both ways. In dealing with punishments, he was always moderate and never inflexible; yet in any act of courtesy or kindness he pursued, he went all the way, being consistently kind and helpful to those he had favored, as if they were the ones doing him a favor. He was dedicated to ensuring the safety and well-being of what he considered his greatest treasures—those he had helped. However, constantly seeking honor and passionate for glory, he was eager to take on any significant or extraordinary task himself. He found more joy in helping those in need than in dealing with those who could offer favors, viewing the former as opportunities for his virtue and the latter as rivals in glory.
Rome had then many sharp contests going on, and her youth betaking themselves early to the wars, learned betimes the art of commanding; and Flamininus, having passed through the rudiments of soldiery, received his first charge in the war against Hannibal, as tribune under Marcellus, then consul. Marcellus, indeed, falling into an ambuscade, was cut off. But Titus, receiving the appointment of governor, as well of Tarentum, then retaken, as of the country about it, grew no less famous for his administration of justice, than for his military skill. This obtained him the office of leader and founder of two colonies which were sent into the cities of Narnia and Cossa; which filled him with loftier hopes, and made him aspire to step over those previous honors which it was usual first to pass through, the offices of tribune of the people, praetor and aedile, and to level his aim immediately at the consulship. Having these colonies, and all their interest ready at his service, he offered himself as candidate; but the tribunes of the people, Fulvius and Manius, and their party, strongly opposed him; alleging how unbecoming a thing it was, that a man of such raw years, one who was yet, as it were, untrained, uninitiated in the first sacred rites and mysteries of government, should, in contempt of the laws, intrude and force himself into the sovereignty.
Rome was experiencing many fierce battles at the time, and young men were joining the military early, quickly learning how to lead. Flamininus, after going through basic soldier training, got his first command in the war against Hannibal as a tribune under the consul Marcellus. Unfortunately, Marcellus fell into an ambush and was killed. However, after being appointed governor of Tarentum, which had just been recaptured, and the surrounding area, Titus gained fame not just for his military prowess but also for his fair administration of justice. This success led him to become the leader and founder of two colonies sent to the cities of Narnia and Cossa, fueling his ambitions and making him seek a path that bypassed the usual progression through the roles of tribune, praetor, and aedile, aiming straight for the consulship. With the support of these colonies and their influence, he ran for office, but the tribunes of the people, Fulvius and Manius, along with their faction, strongly opposed him, arguing that it was inappropriate for someone so young and inexperienced—who had not yet participated in the fundamental rites and responsibilities of governance—to disregard the laws and impose himself on the leadership.
However, the senate remitted it to the people’s choice and suffrage; who elected him (though not then arrived at his thirtieth year) consul with Sextus Aelius. The war against Philip and the Macedonians fell to Titus by lot, and some kind fortune, propitious at that time to the Romans, seems to have so determined it; as neither the people nor the state of things which were now to be dealt with, were such as to require a general who would always be upon the point of force and mere blows, but rather were accessible to persuasion and gentle usage. It is true that the kingdom of Macedon furnished supplies enough to Philip for actual battle with the Romans; but to maintain a long and lingering war, he must call in aid from Greece; must thence procure his supplies; there find his means of retreat; Greece, in a word, would be his resource for all the requisites of his army. Unless, therefore, the Greeks could be withdrawn from siding with Philip, this war with him must not expect its decision from a single battle. Now Greece (which had not hitherto held much correspondence with the Romans, but first began an intercourse on this occasion) would not so soon have embraced a foreign authority, instead of the commanders she had been inured to, had not the general of these strangers been of a kind gentle nature, one who worked rather by fair means than force; of a persuasive address in all applications to others, and no less courteous, and open to all addresses of others to him; and above all bent and determined on justice. But the story of his actions will best illustrate these particulars.
However, the Senate referred the decision to the people's choice and vote, who elected him consul alongside Sextus Aelius, even though he had not yet turned thirty. The war against Philip and the Macedonians was assigned to Titus by lot, and it seems some favorable fortune was guiding the Romans at that time; neither the people nor the current situation required a general who would rely solely on force and aggression, but rather one who could use persuasion and diplomacy. It's true that the kingdom of Macedon provided ample supplies for Philip to fight the Romans in battle; however, to sustain a prolonged conflict, he had to seek help from Greece, which would serve as his source for supplies and a way to retreat. In short, Greece would be essential for all the needs of his army. Therefore, unless the Greeks were swayed from supporting Philip, the outcome of the war could not be reliant on a single battle. Now, Greece (which had not previously had much interaction with the Romans but began to engage during this time) would not have quickly accepted foreign rule instead of the commanders they were familiar with if the general of these foreigners had not been of a gentle disposition, someone who preferred diplomacy over violence; he was approachable, persuasive in his dealings with others, and equally respectful and receptive to those who approached him, all while being firmly committed to justice. However, the story of his actions will best illustrate these details.
Titus observed that both Sulpicius and Publius, who had been his predecessors in that command, had not taken the field against the Macedonians till late in the year; and then, too, had not set their hands properly to the war, but had kept skirmishing and scouting here and there for passes and provisions, and never came to close fighting with Philip. He resolved not to trifle away a year, as they had done, at home in ostentation of the honor, and in domestic administration, and only then to join the army, with the pitiful hope of protracting the term of office through a second year, acting as consul in the first, and as general in the latter. He was, moreover, infinitely desirous to employ his authority with effect upon the war, which made him slight those home-honors and prerogatives. Requesting, therefore, of the senate, that his brother Lucius might act with him as admiral of the navy, and taking with him to be the edge, as it were, of the expedition three thousand still young and vigorous soldiers, of those who, under Scipio, had defeated Asdrubal in Spain, and Hannibal in Africa, he got safe into Epirus; and found Publius encamped with his army, over against Philip, who had long made good the pass over the river Apsus, and the straits there; Publius not having been able, for the natural strength of the place, to effect anything against him. Titus therefore took upon himself the conduct of the army, and, having dismissed Publius, examined the ground. The place is in strength not inferior to Tempe, though it lacks the trees and green woods, and the pleasant meadows and walks that adorn Tempe. The Apsus, making its way between vast and lofty mountains which all but meet above a single deep ravine in the midst, is not unlike the river Peneus, in the rapidity of its current, and in its general appearance. It covers the foot of those hills, and leaves only a craggy, narrow path cut out beside the stream, not easily passable at any time for an army, but not at all when guarded by an enemy.
Titus noticed that both Sulpicius and Publius, who had been in charge before him, didn't go into battle against the Macedonians until late in the year. Even then, they didn't fully commit to the war; instead, they focused on minor skirmishes and scouting for supplies and routes, avoiding direct confrontation with Philip. He decided not to waste a year like they did, staying at home enjoying the title and managing domestic affairs, only to join the army later with the weak hope of extending his term for a second year—acting as consul in the first and as a general in the second. He was eager to use his authority effectively in the war, which made him dismiss those domestic honors and privileges. So, he asked the senate for permission for his brother Lucius to join him as commander of the navy, and he took three thousand young, capable soldiers with him—those who had served under Scipio and had previously defeated Asdrubal in Spain and Hannibal in Africa. He safely arrived in Epirus and found Publius camped with his army, facing off against Philip, who had long secured the pass over the river Apsus and the narrow straits; Publius had been unable to make any headway due to the natural defenses of the location. Therefore, Titus took command of the army, sent Publius away, and started evaluating the terrain. The location was as defensible as Tempe, although it lacked the trees, greenery, and pleasant meadows of Tempe. The Apsus flows through vast and high mountains that nearly converge above a single deep ravine, resembling the Peneus in the speed of its current and overall appearance. It borders the base of those hills, leaving only a rocky, narrow path alongside the stream, which is difficult for an army to traverse at any time, particularly when defended by an enemy.
There were some, therefore, who would have had Titus make a circuit through Dassaretis, and take an easy and safe road by the district of Lyncus. But he, fearing that if he should engage himself too far from the sea in barren and untilled countries, and Philip should decline fighting, he might, through want of provisions, be constrained to march back again to the seaside without effecting anything, as his predecessor had done before him, embraced the resolution of forcing his way over the mountains. But Philip, having possessed himself of them with his army, showered down his darts and arrows from all parts upon the Romans. Sharp encounters took place, and many fell wounded and slain on both sides, and there seemed but little likelihood of thus ending the war; when some of the men, who fed their cattle thereabouts, came to Titus with a discovery, that there was a roundabout way which the enemy neglected to guard; through which they undertook to conduct his army, and to bring it within three days at furthest, to the top of the hills. To gain the surer credit with him, they said that Charops, son of Machatas, a leading man in Epirus, who was friendly to the Romans, and aided them (though, for fear of Philip, secretly), was privy to the design. Titus gave their information belief, and sent a captain with four thousand foot, and three hundred horse; these herdsmen being their guides, but kept in bonds. In the daytime they lay still under the covert of the hollow and woody places, but in the night they marched by moonlight, the moon being then at the full. Titus, having detached this party, lay quiet with his main body, merely keeping up the attention of the enemy by some slight skirmishing. But when the day arrived, that those who stole round, were expected upon the top of the hill, he drew up his forces early in the morning, as well the light-armed as the heavy, and, dividing them into three parts, himself led the van, marching his men up the narrow passage along the bank, darted at by the Macedonians, and engaging, in this difficult ground, hand to hand with his assailants; whilst the other two divisions on either side of him, threw themselves with great alacrity among the rocks. Whilst they were struggling forward, the sun rose, and a thin smoke, like a mist, hanging on the hills, was seen rising at a distance, unperceived by the enemy, being behind them, as they stood on the heights; and the Romans, also, as yet under suspense, in the toil and difficulty they were in, could only doubtfully construe the sight according to their desires. But as it grew thicker and thicker, blackening the air, and mounting to a greater height, they no longer doubted but it was the fire-signal of their companions; and, raising a triumphant shout, forcing their way onwards, they drove the enemy back into the roughest ground; while the other party echoed back their acclamations from the top of the mountain.
Some people thought that Titus should take a detour through Dassaretis and stick to an easier and safer route through Lyncus. However, he worried that if he ventured too far inland into barren, uncultivated areas and Philip decided not to fight, he might run out of supplies and have to retreat to the coast without achieving anything, just like his predecessor. So, he decided to push through the mountains. Meanwhile, Philip had taken control of the mountains with his army and was raining down darts and arrows on the Romans from all sides. There were fierce battles, and many were wounded or killed on both sides, and it seemed unlikely that this would resolve the war. Then, some herders in the area approached Titus with news that there was a back route that the enemy had neglected to guard; they offered to lead his army, promising to get them to the top of the hills in three days at most. To gain Titus's trust, they mentioned that Charops, the son of Machatas, a prominent figure in Epirus who was secretly friendly to the Romans and assisting them, was aware of this plan. Titus believed their claims and sent a captain with four thousand infantry and three hundred cavalry, with the herdsmen as guides, but kept them under guard. During the day, they hid in the sheltered wooded areas, and at night they marched by moonlight, as it was a full moon. While this group made its way, Titus stayed with the main army, keeping the enemy occupied with minor skirmishes. When the day came for the flanking unit to reach the top of the hill, he lined up his forces early in the morning—both light and heavy infantry—and divided them into three groups. He led the front, moving his men up the narrow path along the riverbank, where they were attacked by the Macedonians, engaging hand-to-hand in the challenging terrain, while the other two divisions rushed eagerly among the rocks on either side. As they battled forward, the sun rose, revealing a thin smoke, like mist, rising from the hills in the distance, unnoticed by the enemy because they were standing on the heights. The Romans, struggling and uncertain, could only hope that the sight was a good omen. But as the smoke thickened and darkened the sky, rising higher, they realized it was a fire signal from their allies. With a triumphant shout, they surged forward, pushing the enemy back into the roughest parts of the terrain, while the other group cheered from the top of the mountain.
The Macedonians fled with all the speed they could make; there fell, indeed, not more than two thousand of them; for the difficulties of the place rescued them from pursuit. But the Romans pillaged their camp, seized upon their money and slaves, and, becoming absolute masters of the pass, traversed all Epirus; but with such order and discipline, with such temperance and moderation, that, though they were far from the sea, at a great distance from their vessels, and stinted of their monthly allowance of corn, and though they had much difficulty in buying, they nevertheless abstained altogether from plundering the country, which had provisions enough of all sorts in it. For intelligence being received that Philip making a flight, rather than a march, through Thessaly, forced the inhabitants from the towns to take shelter in the mountains, burnt down the towns themselves, and gave up as spoil to his soldiers all the property which it had been found impossible to remove, abandoning, as it would seem, the whole country to the Romans. Titus was, therefore, very desirous, and entreated his soldiers that they would pass through it as if it were their own, or as if a place trusted into their hands; and, indeed, they quickly perceived, by the event, what benefit they derived from this moderate and orderly conduct. For they no sooner set foot in Thessaly, but the cities opened their gates, and the Greeks, within Thermopylae, were all eagerness and excitement to ally themselves with them. The Achaeans abandoned their alliance with Philip, and voted to join with the Romans in actual arms against him; and the Opuntians, though the Aetolians, who were zealous allies of the Romans, were willing and desirous to undertake the protection of the city, would not listen to proposals from them; but, sending for Titus, entrusted and committed themselves to his charge.
The Macedonians ran away as fast as they could; only about two thousand of them fell, as the difficult terrain helped them escape from being pursued. Meanwhile, the Romans looted their camp, took their money and slaves, and, becoming complete masters of the pass, traveled through all of Epirus. They did this with such order and discipline, and with such restraint and moderation, that even though they were far from the sea and their ships, and were short on their monthly supply of grain, and even though they had trouble buying food, they completely refrained from pillaging the countryside, which had plenty of provisions. They learned that Philip, making a hasty retreat through Thessaly, forced the residents of the towns to flee to the mountains, burned down the towns, and gave all the property that couldn’t be moved to his soldiers, practically leaving the entire region open for the Romans. Therefore, Titus was very eager and urged his soldiers to treat the area as if it were their own, or as if it had been entrusted to them. They soon realized the benefits of this moderate and orderly approach. As soon as they stepped into Thessaly, the cities opened their gates, and the Greeks within Thermopylae eagerly sought to ally with them. The Achaeans broke off their alliance with Philip and voted to join the Romans in arms against him. The Opuntians, even though the Aetolians, strong allies of the Romans, wanted to protect the city, refused to consider their offers; instead, they called for Titus and placed themselves under his care.
It is told of Pyrrhus, that when first, from an adjacent hill or watchtower which gave him a prospect of the Roman army, he descried them drawn up in order, he observed, that he saw nothing barbarian-like in this barbarian line of battle. And all who came near Titus, could not choose but say as much of him, at their first view. For they who had been told by the Macedonians of an invader, at the head of a barbarian army, carrying everywhere slavery and destruction on his sword’s point; when in lieu of such an one, they met a man, in the flower of his age, of a gentle and humane aspect, a Greek in his voice and language, and a lover of honor, were wonderfully pleased and attracted; and when they left him, they filled the cities, wherever they went, with favorable feelings for him, and with the belief that in him they might find the protector and asserter of their liberties. And when afterwards, on Philip’s professing a desire for peace, Titus made a tender to him of peace and friendship, upon the condition that the Greeks be left to their own laws, and that he should withdraw his garrisons, which he refused to comply with, now after these proposals, the universal belief even of the favorers and partisans of Philip, was, that the Romans came not to fight against the Greeks, but for the Greeks, against the Macedonians.
It’s said that Pyrrhus, when he first spotted the Roman army from a nearby hill or watchtower, noticed that their battle formation didn’t seem barbaric at all. Anyone who approached Titus couldn’t help but feel the same way upon seeing him for the first time. Those who had been told by the Macedonians about an invader leading a barbaric army, bringing slavery and destruction everywhere with his sword, were surprised when instead they encountered a young man with a kind and humane demeanor, speaking Greek and embodying honor. They were instantly drawn to him, and as they left, they spread positive feelings about him throughout the cities they visited, believing he could be their protector and defender of freedom. Later, when Philip expressed a desire for peace, Titus offered him a deal for peace and friendship, on the condition that the Greeks be allowed to follow their own laws and that Philip withdraw his garrisons, which he refused. Following these proposals, even Philip's supporters began to believe that the Romans didn’t come to fight against the Greeks, but rather to fight for them, against the Macedonians.
Accordingly, all the rest of Greece came to peaceable terms with him. But as he marched into Boeotia, without committing the least act of hostility, the nobility and chief men of Thebes came out of their city to meet him, devoted under the influence of Brachylles to the Macedonian alliance, but desirous at the same time to show honor and deference to Titus; as they were, they conceived, in amity with both parties. Titus received them in the most obliging and courteous manner, but kept going gently on, questioning and inquiring of them, and sometimes entertaining them with narratives of his own, till his soldiers might a little recover from the weariness of their journey. Thus passing on, he and the Thebans came together into their city not much to their satisfaction; but yet they could not well deny him entrance, as a good number of his men attended him in. Titus, however, now he was within, as if he had not had the city at his mercy, came forward and addressed them, urging them to join the Roman interest. King Attalus followed to the same effect. And he, indeed, trying to play the advocate, beyond what it seems his age could bear, was seized, in the midst of his speech, with a sudden flux or dizziness, and swooned away; and, not long after, was conveyed by ship into Asia, and died there. The Boeotians joined the Roman alliance.
So, the rest of Greece made peace with him. But when he marched into Boeotia without doing anything hostile, the nobles and leaders of Thebes came out to greet him, influenced by Brachylles to support the Macedonian alliance, but wanting to show respect to Titus as well; they believed they had friendly relations with both sides. Titus welcomed them in a friendly and polite way, while continuing to walk slowly, asking questions and sharing stories of his own to entertain them, allowing his soldiers to recover a bit from their journey. As he entered, he and the Thebans arrived at their city, though not very happily; still, they couldn't deny him entrance since many of his men accompanied him. However, once inside, despite having the city in his control, Titus stepped forward and encouraged them to align with the Roman cause. King Attalus followed suit, trying to advocate for the same thing, but he, unfortunately, seemed to overexert himself given his age and suddenly became ill or dizzy and fainted. Shortly after, he was taken by ship to Asia, where he died. The Boeotians decided to join the Roman alliance.
But now, when Philip sent an embassy to Rome, Titus dispatched away agents on his part, too, to solicit the senate, if they should continue the war, to continue him in his command, or if they determined an end to that, that he might have the honor of concluding the peace. Having a great passion for distinction, his fear was, that if another general were commissioned to carry on the war, the honor even of what was passed, would be lost to him; and his friends transacted matters so well on his behalf, that Philip was unsuccessful in his proposals, and the management of the war was confirmed in his hands. He no sooner received the senate’s determination, but, big with hopes, he marches directly into Thessaly, to engage Philip; his army consisting of twenty-six thousand men, out of which the Aetolians furnished six thousand foot and four hundred horse. The forces of Philip were much about the same number. In this eagerness to encounter, they advanced against each other, till both were near Scotussa, where they resolved to hazard a battle. Nor had the approach of these two formidable armies the effect that might have been supposed, to strike into the generals a mutual terror of each other; it rather inspired them with ardor and ambition; on the Romans’ part, to be the conquerors of Macedon, a name which Alexander had made famous amongst them for strength and valor; whilst the Macedonians, on the other hand, esteeming of the Romans as an enemy very different from the Persians, hoped, if victory stood on their side, to make the name of Philip more glorious than that of Alexander. Titus, therefore, called upon his soldiers to play the part of valiant men, because they were now to act their parts upon the most illustrious theater of the world, Greece, and to contend with the bravest antagonists. And Philip, on the other side, commenced an harangue to his men, as usual before an engagement, and to be the better heard, (whether it were merely a mischance, or the result of unseasonable haste, not observing what he did,) mounted an eminence outside their camp, which proved to be a burying-place; and much disturbed by the despondency that seized his army at the unluckiness of the omen, all that day kept in his camp, and declined fighting.
But now, when Philip sent a delegation to Rome, Titus also sent his own agents to ask the senate, if they chose to continue the war, to keep him in charge, or if they decided to end it, to allow him the honor of making peace. His strong desire for distinction made him fear that if another general took over the war, he would lose the honor of what had already been accomplished. His friends advocated for him so effectively that Philip's proposals failed, and the management of the war was confirmed to Titus. As soon as he learned the senate's decision, filled with hope, he marched directly into Thessaly to confront Philip, leading an army of twenty-six thousand men, of which the Aetolians provided six thousand infantry and four hundred cavalry. Philip's forces were roughly the same size. Eager to engage, they moved toward each other until they were near Scotussa, where they decided to risk battle. The approach of these two formidable armies didn’t instill mutual fear in the generals as one might expect; instead, it fueled their eagerness and ambition. On the Roman side, there was a desire to conquer Macedon, a name made famous by Alexander for its strength and bravery; meanwhile, the Macedonians viewed the Romans as a very different enemy from the Persians and hoped that victory would elevate Philip’s name above Alexander’s. Therefore, Titus urged his soldiers to act like brave men, as they were about to perform on the grand stage of Greece and face the bravest opponents. On the other hand, Philip began his speech to his troops, as was his custom before a battle. To be better heard, he climbed an elevation outside their camp, which turned out to be a burial site; troubled by the bad omen that caused his army to feel despondent, he stayed in camp all day and declined to fight.
But on the morrow, as day came on, after a soft and rainy night, the clouds changing into a mist filled all the plain with thick darkness; and a dense foggy air descending, by the time it was full day, from the adjacent mountains into the ground betwixt the two camps, concealed them from each other’s view. The parties sent out on either side, some for ambuscade, some for discovery, falling in upon one another quickly after they were thus detached, began the fight at what are called the Cynos Cephalae, a number of sharp tops of hills that stand close to one another, and have the name from some resemblance in their shape. Now many vicissitudes and changes happening, as may well be expected, in such an uneven field of battle, sometimes hot pursuit, and sometimes as rapid a flight, the generals on both sides kept sending in succors from the main bodies, as they saw their men pressed or giving ground, till at length the heavens clearing up, let them see what was going on, upon which the whole armies engaged. Philip, who was in the right wing, from the advantage of the higher ground which he had, threw on the Romans the whole weight of his phalanx, with a force which they were unable to sustain; the dense array of spears, and the pressure of the compact mass overpowering them. But the king’s left wing being broken up by the hilliness of the place, Titus observing it, and cherishing little or no hopes on that side where his own gave ground, makes in all haste to the other, and there charges in upon the Macedonians; who, in consequence of the inequality and roughness of the ground, could not keep their phalanx entire, nor line their ranks to any great depth, (which is the great point of their strength,) but were forced to fight man for man under heavy and unwieldy armor. For the Macedonian phalanx is like some single powerful animal, irresistible so long as it is embodied into one, and keeps its order, shield touching shield, all as in a piece; but if it be once broken, not only is the joint-force lost, but the individual soldiers also who composed it; lose each one his own single strength, because of the nature of their armor; and because each of them is strong, rather, as he makes a part of the whole, than in himself. When these were routed, some gave chase to the flyers, others charged the flanks of those Macedonians who were still fighting, so that the conquering wing, also, was quickly disordered, took to flight, and threw down its arms. There were then slain no less than eight thousand, and about five thousand were taken prisoners; and the Aetolians were blamed as having been the main occasion that Philip himself got safe off. For whilst the Romans were in pursuit, they fell to ravaging and plundering the camp, and did it so completely, that when the others returned, they found no booty in it.
But the next day, as morning arrived after a gentle, rainy night, the clouds turned into a mist, filling the entire plain with thick darkness; and a dense fog rolling down from the nearby mountains concealed the two camps from each other's view by the time it was full daylight. The groups sent out on either side, some for ambush and some for scouting, quickly stumbled upon each other after being separated, leading to the fight at what are called the Cynos Cephalae, a series of sharp hills that are close together and named for their similar shape. As expected, many twists and turns occurred in such an uneven battlefield, with sometimes fierce pursuits and sometimes quick retreats. The generals on both sides continually dispatched reinforcements from their main forces, depending on whether their troops were under pressure or giving ground, until the skies finally cleared, allowing them to see what was happening, at which point both armies fully engaged. Philip, positioned on the right wing, took advantage of the higher ground and unleashed the full force of his phalanx on the Romans, overwhelming them with a barrage of spears and the weight of the tightly packed formation. However, the king’s left wing was disrupted by the hilly terrain, and observing this, Titus, with little hope for his own side where he was losing ground, quickly moved to the other side and launched an attack on the Macedonians. Due to the uneven and rough ground, the Macedonian phalanx could not maintain its formation or line up in great depth, crucial aspects of their strength, and they were forced to fight one-on-one in heavy, unwieldy armor. The Macedonian phalanx resembles a single powerful creature, unstoppable as long as it remains unified and orderly, with shields touching and all functioning as one; but once it breaks apart, not only is the combined force lost, but the individual soldiers also lose their strength because of their armor’s nature, gaining power primarily as part of the whole rather than on their own. When the Macedonians were routed, some pursued the fleeing troops, while others attacked the flanks of those still engaged, causing the victorious wing to quickly become disordered, take flight, and drop their weapons. In the end, around eight thousand were killed, and about five thousand were captured; the Aetolians were blamed for being the main reason Philip managed to escape safely. While the Romans were chasing, the Aetolians began looting and pillaging the camp so thoroughly that when the others returned, they found no spoils left.
This bred at first hard words, quarrels, and misunderstandings betwixt them. But, afterwards, they galled Titus more, by ascribing the victory to themselves, and prepossessing the Greeks with reports to that effect; insomuch that poets, and people in general in the songs that were sung or written in honor of the action, still ranked the Aetolians foremost. One of the pieces most current was the following epigram: —
This initially led to harsh words, arguments, and misunderstandings between them. However, later on, they annoyed Titus even more by claiming the victory for themselves and convincing the Greeks of that narrative; so much that poets and the general public in the songs that were sung or written in honor of the event still placed the Aetolians at the forefront. One of the most popular pieces was the following epigram: —
Naked and tombless see, O passer-by,
The thirty thousand men of Thessaly,
Slain by the Aetolians and the Latin band,
That came with Titus from Italia’s land:
Alas for mighty Macedon! that day,
Swift as a roe, king Philip fled away.
Naked and without tombs, look, O passerby,
The thirty thousand men from Thessaly,
Killed by the Aetolians and the Latin group,
Who came with Titus from Italy:
Oh, what a loss for mighty Macedon! that day,
Fast as a deer, King Philip ran away.
This was composed by Alcaeus in mockery of Philip, exaggerating the number of the slain. However, being everywhere repeated, and by almost everybody, Titus was more nettled at it than Philip. The latter merely retorted upon Alcaeus with some elegiac verses of his own: —
This was written by Alcaeus as a joke about Philip, blowing up the number of those killed. However, since it was repeated everywhere and by almost everyone, Titus was more annoyed by it than Philip was. The latter simply responded to Alcaeus with some of his own elegiac verses: —
Naked and leafless see, O passer-by,
The cross that shall Alcaeus crucify.
Naked and without leaves, look, O passerby,
The cross that Alcaeus will be nailed to.
But such little matters extremely fretted Titus, who was ambitious of a reputation among the Greeks; and he, therefore, acted in all after-occurrences by himself, paying but very slight regard to the Aetolians. This offended them in their turn; and when Titus listened to terms of accommodation, and admitted an embassy upon the proffers of the Macedonian king, the Aetolians made it their business to publish through all the cities of Greece, that this was the conclusion of all; that he was selling Philip a peace, at a time when it was in his hand to destroy the very roots of the war, and to overthrow the power which had first inflicted servitude upon Greece. But whilst with these and the like rumors, the Aetolians labored to shake the Roman confederates, Philip, making overtures of submission of himself and his kingdom to the discretion of Titus and the Romans, puts an end to those jealousies, as Titus by accepting them, did to the war. For he reinstated Philip in his kingdom of Macedon, but made it a condition that he should quit Greece, and that he should pay one thousand talents; he took from him also, all his shipping, save ten vessels; and sent away Demetrius, one of his sons, hostage to Rome; improving his opportunity to the best advantage, and taking wise precautions for the future. For Hannibal the African, a professed enemy to the Roman name, an exile from his own country, and not long since arrived at king Antiochus’s court, was already stimulating that prince, not to be wanting to the good fortune that had been hitherto so propitious to his affairs; the magnitude of his successes having gained him the surname of the Great. He had begun to level his aim at universal monarchy, but above all he was eager to measure himself with the Romans. Had not, therefore, Titus upon a principle of prudence and foresight, lent all ear to peace, and had Antiochus found the Romans still at war in Greece with Philip, and had these two, the most powerful and warlike princes of that age, confederated for their common interests against the Roman state, Rome might once more have run no less a risk, and been reduced to no less extremities than she had experienced under Hannibal. But now, Titus opportunely introducing this peace between the wars, dispatching the present danger before the new one had arrived, at once disappointed Antiochus of his first hopes, and Philip of his last.
But such small issues really bothered Titus, who wanted to be recognized among the Greeks. So, he decided to handle everything that came up on his own, paying very little attention to the Aetolians. This upset them in return, and when Titus considered peace terms and welcomed an embassy from the Macedonian king, the Aetolians took it upon themselves to spread the word in all the cities of Greece that this was the final outcome: that he was selling peace to Philip at a time when he could have ended the war completely and toppled the power that had originally subjugated Greece. While the Aetolians were trying to undermine the Roman allies with these rumors, Philip made overtures of surrender, offering himself and his kingdom for Titus’s and the Romans' judgment, which resolved those tensions, and Titus accepted them, thus ending the war. He restored Philip to the throne of Macedon but made it a condition that he must leave Greece and pay one thousand talents. He also stripped him of all his ships except for ten vessels and sent one of his sons, Demetrius, as a hostage to Rome, taking advantage of the situation and taking precautions for the future. Hannibal the African, a declared enemy of Rome, had recently arrived at King Antiochus’s court and was encouraging that king to seize the fortune that had so far favored his campaigns, as his success had earned him the title of the Great. He had begun to set his sights on universal rule but was especially eager to challenge the Romans. If Titus hadn’t acted wisely and listened to peace and if Antiochus found the Romans still at war in Greece with Philip, and if these two powerful and warlike kings had joined forces against Rome, then Rome might have faced serious risks and been pushed to the brink again, just as she had been under Hannibal. However, by promptly bringing about this peace during the wars, addressing the immediate threat before the new one appeared, Titus thwarted Antiochus’s initial hopes and Philip’s last chances.
When the ten commissioners, delegated to Titus from the senate; advised him to restore the rest of Greece to their liberty, but that Corinth, Chalcis, and Demetrias should be kept garrisoned for security against Antiochus; the Aetolians, on this, breaking out into loud accusations, agitated all the cities, calling upon Titus to strike off the shackles of Greece, (so Philip used to term those three cities,) and asking the Greeks, whether it were not matter of much consolation to them, that, though their chains weighed heavier, yet they were now smoother and better polished than formerly, and whether Titus were not deservedly admired by them as their benefactor, who had unshackled the feet of Greece, and tied her up by the neck? Titus, vexed and angry at this, made it his request to the senate, and at last prevailed in it, that the garrisons in these cities should be dismissed, that so the Greeks might be no longer debtors to him for a partial, but for an entire, favor. It was now the time of the celebration of the Isthmian games; and the seats around the racecourse were crowded with an unusual multitude of spectators; Greece, after long wars, having regained not only peace, but hopes of liberty, and being able once more to keep holiday in safety. A trumpet sounded to command silence; and the crier, stepping forth amidst the spectators, made proclamation, that the Roman senate, and Titus Quintius, the proconsular general, having vanquished king Philip and the Macedonians, restored the Corinthians, Locrians, Phocians, Euboeans, Achaeans of Phthiotis, Magnetians, Thessalians, and Perrhaebians to their own lands, laws, and liberties; remitting all impositions upon them, and withdrawing all garrisons from their cities. At first, many heard not at all, and others not distinctly, what was said; but there was a confused and uncertain stir among the assembled people, some wondering, some asking, some calling out to have it proclaimed again. When, therefore, fresh silence was made, the crier raising his voice, succeeded in making himself generally heard; and recited the decree again. A shout of joy followed it, so loud that it was heard as far as the sea. The whole assembly rose and stood up; there was no further thought of the entertainment; all were only eager to leap up and salute and address their thanks to the deliverer and champion of Greece. What we often hear alleged, in proof of the force of human voices, was actually verified upon this occasion. Crows that were accidentally flying over the course, fell down dead into it. The disruption of the air must be the cause of it; for the voices being numerous, and the acclamation violent, the air breaks with it, and can no longer give support to the birds; but lets them tumble, like one that should attempt to walk upon a vacuum; unless we should rather imagine them to fall and die, shot with the noise as with a dart. It is possible, too, that there may be a circular agitation of the air, which, like marine whirlpools, may have a violent direction of this sort given to it from the excess of its fluctuation.
When the ten commissioners sent by the senate to Titus advised him to grant the rest of Greece their freedom, but keep Corinth, Chalcis, and Demetrias garrisoned for protection against Antiochus, the Aetolians erupted with loud accusations. They stirred up all the cities, urging Titus to remove the shackles of Greece—what Philip used to call those three cities—and asking the Greeks if it brought them any comfort that, although their chains felt heavier, they were now smoother and more polished than before. They questioned whether Titus deserved their admiration as their benefactor, who had freed Greece’s feet but bound her by the neck. Irritated and angry about this, Titus requested the senate to dismiss the garrisons in those cities so that the Greeks would owe him not a partial, but a complete favor. It was the time of the Isthmian games, and the seats around the racecourse were packed with an unusually large crowd of spectators. Greece, after long wars, had regained not only peace but also hope for liberty, allowing her people to safely celebrate once again. A trumpet sounded for silence, and the crier stepped forward among the spectators to announce that the Roman senate and Titus Quintius, the proconsular general, had defeated King Philip and the Macedonians, restoring the Corinthians, Locrians, Phocians, Euboeans, Achaeans of Phthiotis, Magnetians, Thessalians, and Perrhaebians to their lands, laws, and liberties; wiping out all taxes and withdrawing all garrisons from their cities. Initially, many people didn’t hear at all, and others heard only faintly; there was a confused stir among the crowd, with some wondering, others asking for a repeat, and some shouting for it to be proclaimed again. When silence fell once more, the crier raised his voice and managed to get himself heard, announcing the decree again. This was followed by such a loud cheer that it could be heard as far as the sea. The entire assembly stood up; no one cared about the entertainment anymore; everyone was eager to jump up and express their gratitude to the liberator and champion of Greece. The power of human voices, often claimed, was proven true at this moment. Crows flying over the course dropped dead onto it. The disruption of the air must have caused this; the overwhelming voices and thunderous applause broke the air, failing to support the birds, causing them to fall, like someone trying to walk in a vacuum—unless we think they fell and died, struck by the noise like a dart. It's also possible that there was a circular agitation of the air, similar to ocean whirlpools, which may have been violently stirred by its own fluctuations.
But for Titus, the sports being now quite at an end, so beset was he on every side, and by such multitudes, that had he not, foreseeing the probable throng and concourse of the people, timely withdrawn, he would scarce, it is thought, have ever got clear of them. When they had tired themselves with acclamations all about his pavilion, and night was now come, wherever friends or fellow-citizens met, they joyfully saluted and embraced each other, and went home to feast and carouse together. And there, no doubt, redoubling their joy, they began to recollect and talk of the state of Greece, what wars she had incurred in defense of her liberty, and yet was never perhaps mistress of a more settled or grateful one that this which other men’s labors had won for her: almost without one drop of blood, or one citizen’s loss to be mourned for, she had this day had put into her hands the most glorious of rewards, and best worth the contending for. Courage and wisdom are, indeed, rarities amongst men, but of all that is good, a just man it would seem is the most scarce. Such as Agesilaus, Lysander, Nicias, and Alcibiades, knew how to play the general’s part, how to manage a war, how to bring off their men victorious by land and sea; but how to employ that success to generous and honest purposes, they had not known. For should a man except the achievement at Marathon, the sea-fight at Salamis, the engagements at Plataea and Thermopylae, Cimon’s exploits at Eurymedon, and on the coasts of Cyprus, Greece fought all her battles against, and to enslave, herself; she erected all her trophies to her own shame and misery, and was brought to ruin and desolation almost wholly by the guilt and ambition of her great men. A foreign people, appearing just to retain some embers, as it were, some faint remainders of a common character derived to them from their ancient sires, a nation from whom it was a mere wonder that Greece should reap any benefit by word or thought, these are they who have retrieved Greece from her severest dangers and distresses, have rescued her out of the hands of insulting lords and tyrants, and reinstated her in her former liberties.
But for Titus, since the games were now completely over, he was so surrounded by crowds on every side that if he hadn’t anticipated the likely surge of people and left in time, it’s believed he would have had a hard time escaping them. Once they had worn themselves out with cheers around his tent, and night had fallen, wherever friends or fellow citizens met, they happily greeted and embraced each other, heading home to feast and celebrate together. There, without a doubt, they amplified their joy by recalling and discussing the situation of Greece, the wars she had faced in defense of her freedom, and how she may never have had a more stable or deserving peace than this, achieved through the efforts of others: almost without shedding a single drop of blood or mourning the loss of a citizen, she had received today the most glorious reward, one truly worth fighting for. Courage and wisdom are indeed rare among men, but of all virtues, a just man seems to be the rarest. Figures like Agesilaus, Lysander, Nicias, and Alcibiades knew how to play the role of general, manage warfare, and lead their men to victory on land and sea; yet they didn’t know how to use that success for noble and honest purposes. If one were to exclude the victory at Marathon, the naval battle at Salamis, the confrontations at Plataea and Thermopylae, and Cimon’s feats at Eurymedon and on the coasts of Cyprus, Greece fought all her battles to enslave herself; every trophy she erected turned into symbols of her shame and suffering, leading her to ruin and desolation largely due to the guilt and ambition of her leaders. A foreign people, keeping alive some remnants, as it were, of a shared identity passed down from their ancient ancestors—a nation from which it seemed unbelievable that Greece could gain any benefit in thought or action—these are the ones who have saved Greece from her greatest dangers and struggles, rescued her from the hands of tyrannical lords, and restored her former freedoms.
Thus they entertained their tongues and thoughts; whilst Titus by his actions made good what had been proclaimed. For he immediately dispatched away Lentulus to Asia, to set the Bargylians free, Titillius to Thrace, to see the garrisons of Philip removed out of the towns and islands there, while Publius Villius set sail, in order to treat with Antiochus about the freedom of the Greeks under him. Titus himself passed on to Chalcis, and sailing thence to Magnesia, dismantled the garrisons there, and surrendered the government into the people’s hands. Shortly after, he was appointed at Argos to preside in the Nemean games, and did his part in the management of that solemnity singularly well; and made a second publication there by the crier, of liberty to the Greeks; and, visiting all the cities, he exhorted them to the practice of obedience to law, of constant justice, and unity, and friendship one towards another. He suppressed their factions, brought home their political exiles; and, in short, his conquest over the Macedonians did not seem to give him a more lively pleasure, than to find himself prevalent in reconciling Greeks with Greeks; so that their liberty seemed now the least part of the kindness he conferred upon them.
They engaged their minds and conversations while Titus followed through on what had been announced. He quickly sent Lentulus to Asia to free the Bargylians and Titillius to Thrace to remove Philip's garrisons from the cities and islands there. Meanwhile, Publius Villius set sail to negotiate with Antiochus about Greek freedom under his rule. Titus himself went to Chalcis and then sailed to Magnesia, where he dismantled the garrisons and handed governance over to the people. Soon after, he was appointed in Argos to oversee the Nemean games, where he managed the event exceptionally well and made a second announcement about Greek freedom. He traveled to all the cities, encouraging them to uphold the law, practice justice, and foster unity and friendship among themselves. He put an end to their factions, brought back their political exiles, and overall, his victory over the Macedonians didn't bring him more joy than successfully reconciling Greeks with each other; their freedom felt like just a small part of the generosity he showed them.
The story goes, that when Lycurgus the orator had rescued Xenocrates the philosopher from the collectors who were hurrying him away to prison for non-payment of the alien tax, and had them punished for the license they had been guilty of, Xenocrates afterwards meeting the children of Lycurgus, “My sons,” said he, “I am nobly repaying your father for his kindness; he has the praises of the whole people in return for it.” But the returns which attended Titus Quintius and the Romans, for their beneficence to the Greeks, terminated not in empty praises only; for these proceedings gained them, deservedly, credit and confidence, and thereby power, among all nations, for many not only admitted the Roman commanders, but even sent and entreated to be under their protection; neither was this done by popular governments alone, or by single cities; but kings oppressed by kings, cast themselves into these protecting hands. Insomuch that in a very short time (though perchance not without divine influence in it) all the world did homage to them. Titus himself thought more highly of his liberation of Greece than of any other of his actions, as appears by the inscription with which he dedicated some silver targets, together with his own shield, to Apollo at Delphi: —
The story goes that when Lycurgus the orator rescued Xenocrates the philosopher from the collectors who were rushing him off to prison for not paying the foreign tax, and had those collectors punished for their wrongdoing, Xenocrates later met Lycurgus’s children and said, “My sons, I am nobly repaying your father for his kindness; he has the praise of the entire people in return for it.” However, the rewards that Titus Quintius and the Romans received for their generosity towards the Greeks weren't just empty praise; they earned genuine credit and trust, which gave them power among all nations. Many not only welcomed the Roman commanders but also sent requests to be under their protection. This wasn’t just done by popular governments or individual cities; even kings who were oppressed by other kings sought refuge in their protection. So, in a very short time (perhaps not without divine influence), the entire world paid them homage. Titus himself valued his liberation of Greece more than any of his other accomplishments, as shown by the inscription he put on some silver shields, along with his own shield, which he dedicated to Apollo at Delphi: —
Ye Spartan Tyndarids, twin sons of Jove,
Who in swift horsemanship have placed your love,
Titus, of great Aeneas’ race, leaves this
In honor of the liberty of Greece.
You Spartan Tyndarids, twin sons of Zeus,
Who excel in quick riding and have put your heart into it,
Titus, from the great lineage of Aeneas, dedicates this
In honor of Greece's freedom.
He offered also to Apollo a golden crown, with this inscription: —
He also offered Apollo a golden crown, with this inscription: —
This golden crown upon thy locks divine,
O blest Latona’s son, was set to shine
By the great captain of the Aenean name.
O Phoebus, grant the noble Titus fame!
This golden crown on your divine hair,
O blessed son of Latona, was placed to shine
By the great leader of the Aeneas name.
O Phoebus, grant the noble Titus fame!
The same event has twice occurred to the Greeks in the city of Corinth. Titus, then, and Nero again in our days, both at Corinth, and both alike at the celebration of the Isthmian games, permitted the Greeks to enjoy their own laws and liberty. The former (as has been said) proclaimed it by the crier; but Nero did it in the public meeting place from the tribunal, in a speech which he himself made to the people. This, however, was long after.
The same event has happened twice to the Greeks in the city of Corinth. Titus and Nero, both during their times, allowed the Greeks to enjoy their own laws and freedoms at the Isthmian games in Corinth. The first time, as mentioned, it was announced by a crier; but Nero did it in the public meeting place from the tribunal, delivering a speech to the people himself. This, however, occurred much later.
Titus now engaged in a most gallant and just war upon Nabis, that most profligate and lawless tyrant of the Lacedaemonians, but in the end disappointed the expectations of the Greeks. For when he had an opportunity of taking him, he purposely let it slip, and struck up a peace with him, leaving Sparta to bewail an unworthy slavery; whether it were that he feared, if the war should be protracted, Rome would send a new general who might rob him of the glory of it; or that emulation and envy of Philopoemen (who had signalized himself among the Greeks upon all other occasions, but in that war especially had done wonders both for matter of courage and counsel, and whom the Achaeans magnified in their theaters, and put into the same balance of glory with Titus,) touched him to the quick; and that he scorned that an ordinary Arcadian, who had but commanded in a few re- encounters upon the confines of his native district, should be spoken of in terms of equality with a Roman consul, waging war as the protector of Greece in general. But, besides, Titus was not without an apology too for what he did, namely, that he put an end to the war only when he foresaw that the tyrant’s destruction must have been attended with the ruin of the other Spartans.
Titus was now engaged in a brave and righteous war against Nabis, the most corrupt and lawless tyrant of the Lacedaemonians, but ultimately disappointed the hopes of the Greeks. When he had the chance to capture him, he intentionally let it slip away and made peace with him, leaving Sparta to mourn an unworthy slavery. Perhaps he feared that if the war dragged on, Rome would send a new general who might steal his glory; or maybe he was stung by jealousy and envy of Philopoemen, who had distinguished himself among the Greeks on various occasions, especially in this war where he had achieved remarkable feats of bravery and strategy. The Achaeans celebrated him in their theaters, placing him on the same level of glory as Titus. He was insulted that an ordinary Arcadian, who had only led a few skirmishes on the borders of his own district, would be mentioned in the same breath as a Roman consul, fighting as the protector of Greece as a whole. However, Titus also had a justification for his actions, as he ended the war only when he realized that destroying the tyrant would also mean the ruin of the other Spartans.
The Achaeans, by various decrees, did much to show Titus honor: none of these returns, however, seemed to come up to the height of the actions that merited them, unless it were one present they made him, which affected and pleased him beyond all the rest; which was this. The Romans, who in the war with Hannibal had the misfortune to be taken captives, were sold about here and there, and dispersed into slavery; twelve hundred in number were at that time in Greece. The reverse of their fortune always rendered them objects of compassion; but more particularly, as well might be, when they now met, some with their sons, some with their brothers, others with their acquaintance; slaves with their free, and captives with their victorious countrymen. Titus, though deeply concerned on their behalf, yet took none of them from their masters by constraint. But the Achaeans, redeeming them at five pounds a man, brought them altogether into one place, and made a present of them to him, as he was just going on shipboard, so that he now sailed away with the fullest satisfaction; his generous actions having procured him as generous returns, worthy a brave man and a lover of his country. This seemed the most glorious part of all his succeeding triumph; for these redeemed Romans (as it is the custom for slaves, upon their manumission, to shave their heads and wear felt-hats) followed in that habit in the procession. To add to the glory of this show, there were the Grecian helmets, the Macedonian targets and long spears, borne with the rest of the spoils in public view, besides vast sums of money; Tuditanus says, 3,713 pounds weight of massy gold, 43,270 of silver, 14,514 pieces of coined gold, called Philippics, which was all over and above the thousand talents which Philip owed, and which the Romans were afterwards prevailed upon, chiefly by the mediation of Titus, to remit to Philip, declaring him their ally and confederate, and sending him home his hostage son.
The Achaeans, through various decrees, did a lot to honor Titus: however, none of these gestures seemed to match the significance of his actions, except for one gift they presented to him, which touched and pleased him more than all the others. During the war with Hannibal, the Romans who had the misfortune of being taken captive were sold off and scattered into slavery; at that time, there were twelve hundred of them in Greece. The reversal of their fortunes always made them subjects of sympathy, especially when they met again—some with their sons, some with their brothers, and others with their friends; slaves reunited with the free and captives with their victorious countrymen. Although Titus was deeply concerned for their plight, he did not forcibly take any of them from their masters. But the Achaeans redeemed them for five pounds each, gathered them together, and presented them to him just as he was about to board a ship, allowing him to sail away with the greatest satisfaction; his noble actions had earned him equally noble returns, fitting for a brave man and a patriot. This moment seemed to be the most glorious part of his following triumph; these redeemed Romans (as is customary for slaves upon gaining their freedom, they shaved their heads and wore felt hats) followed in that attire during the procession. Enhancing the glory of this spectacle were Grecian helmets, Macedonian shields, and long spears displayed alongside the other spoils, along with vast amounts of money; Tuditanus states, 3,713 pounds of solid gold, 43,270 pounds of silver, and 14,514 coins of gold known as Philippics, which was all in addition to the thousand talents that Philip owed, which the Romans later agreed to forgive, largely through Titus’s efforts, declaring him their ally and confederate, and sending back his hostage son.
Shortly after, Antiochus entered Greece with a numerous fleet, and a powerful army, soliciting the cities there to sedition and revolt; abetted in all and seconded by the Aetolians, who for this long time had borne a grudge and secret enmity to the Romans, and now suggested to him, by way of a cause and pretext of war, that he came to bring the Greeks liberty. When, indeed, they never wanted it less, as they were free already, but, in lack of really honorable grounds, he was instructed to employ these lofty professions. The Romans, in the interim, in great apprehension of revolutions and revolt in Greece, and of his great reputation for military strength, dispatched the consul Manius Acilius to take the charge of the war, and Titus, as his lieutenant, out of regard to the Greeks; some of whom he no sooner saw, but he confirmed them in the Roman interests; others, who began to falter, like a timely physician, by the use of the strong remedy of their own affection for himself, he was able to arrest in the first stage of the disease, before they had committed themselves to any great error. Some few there were whom the Aetolians were beforehand with, and had so wholly perverted that he could do no good with them; yet these, however angry and exasperated before, he saved and protected when the engagement was over. For Antiochus, receiving a defeat at Thermopylae, not only fled the field, but hoisted sail instantly for Asia. Manius, the consul, himself invaded and besieged a part of the Aetolians, while king Philip had permission to reduce the rest. Thus while, for instance, the Dolopes and Magnetians on the one hand, the Athamanes and Aperantians on the other, were ransacked by the Macedonians, and while Manius laid Heraclea waste, and besieged Naupactus, then in the Aetolians’ hands, Titus, still with a compassionate care for Greece, sailed across from Peloponnesus to the consul; and began first of all to chide him, that the victory should be owing alone to his arms, and yet he should suffer Philip to bear away the prize and profit of the war, and sit wreaking his anger upon a single town, whilst the Macedonians overran several nations and kingdoms. But as he happened to stand then in view of the besieged, they no sooner spied him out, but they call to him from their wall, they stretch forth their hands, they supplicate and entreat him. At the time, he said not a word more, but turning about with tears in his eyes, went his way. Some little while after, he discussed the matter so effectually with Manius, that he won him over from his passion, and prevailed with him to give a truce and time to the Aetolians, to send deputies to Rome to petition the senate for terms of moderation.
Shortly after, Antiochus entered Greece with a large fleet and a powerful army, encouraging the cities to stir up trouble and revolt. He was supported by the Aetolians, who had long held a grudge and secret hostility toward the Romans. They suggested to him, as a reason for war, that he was there to bring liberty to the Greeks, even though they wanted it less than ever since they were already free. Lacking any truly honorable grounds, he was directed to use these lofty claims. Meanwhile, the Romans, worried about uprisings in Greece and Antiochus's military reputation, sent consul Manius Acilius to lead the war, with Titus as his lieutenant, who was well-regarded by the Greeks. Upon seeing some of the Greeks, he reinforced their loyalty to Rome; for others who were wavering, he acted like a timely doctor and used his personal charm to stop them from making any serious mistakes. There were a few who the Aetolians had already manipulated so thoroughly that he couldn’t help them; yet, even those who were previously angry and upset, he managed to save and protect after the engagement. Antiochus was defeated at Thermopylae, and not only fled the battlefield but also quickly set sail for Asia. Consul Manius then attacked and laid siege to some of the Aetolians while King Philip was allowed to subdue the rest. While, for example, the Dolopes and Magnetians were being ravaged by the Macedonians, and Manius was destroying Heraclea and besieging Naupactus, which was in Aetolian hands, Titus, always concerned about Greece, sailed from Peloponnesus to meet with the consul. He first scolded him for allowing the victory to be attributed solely to his efforts while letting Philip take the spoils of war and focus his anger on a single town while the Macedonians overran several nations and kingdoms. But as he stood in view of those being besieged, they spotted him and called out from the walls, reaching out their hands and pleading with him. At that moment, he said nothing more, but turned away with tears in his eyes and left. A little while later, he discussed the situation with Manius so effectively that he got him to change his mind and agree to grant the Aetolians a truce and time to send envoys to Rome to request more moderate terms from the senate.
But the hardest task, and that which put Titus to the greatest difficulty was, to entreat with Manius for the Chalcidians, who had incensed him on account of a marriage which Antiochus had made in their city, even whilst the war was on foot; a match noways suitable in point of age, he an elderly man being enamored with a mere girl; and as little proper for the time, in the midst of a war. She was the daughter of one Cleoptolemus, and is said to have been wonderfully beautiful. The Chalcidians, in consequence, embraced the king’s interests with zeal and alacrity, and let him make their city the basis of his operations during the war. Thither, therefore, he made with all speed, when he was routed, and fled; and reaching Chalcis, without making any stay, taking this young lady, and his money and friends with him, away he sails to Asia. And now Manius’s indignation carrying him in all haste against the Chalcidians, Titus hurried after him, endeavoring to pacify and to entreat him; and, at length, succeeded both with him and the chief men among the Romans.
But the toughest task, which caused Titus the most trouble, was to negotiate with Manius about the Chalcidians. They had angered him because of a marriage that Antiochus had arranged in their city, even while war was happening—a match that was totally inappropriate due to their age difference, with him being an older man in love with a young girl. The timing was also bad, considering the ongoing war. She was the daughter of a guy named Cleoptolemus and was said to be incredibly beautiful. Because of this, the Chalcidians eagerly supported the king and allowed him to use their city as a base during the war. So, when he was defeated and had to flee, he quickly went to Chalcis, where he took this young lady, along with his money and friends, and then sailed to Asia. Now, driven by anger, Manius rushed towards the Chalcidians, and Titus hurried after him, trying to calm him down and plead for their side. In the end, he managed to convince both him and the leading Romans.
The Chalcidians, thus owing their lives to Titus, dedicated to him all the best and most magnificent of their sacred buildings, inscriptions upon which may be seen to run thus to this day:THE PEOPLE DEDICATE THIS GYMNASIUM TO TITUS AND TO HERCULES; so again: THE PEOPLE CONSECRATE THE DELPHINIUM TO TITUS AND TO HERCULES; and what is yet more, even in our time, a priest of Titus was formally elected and declared; and after sacrifice and libation, they sing a set song, much of which for the length of it we omit, but shall transcribe the closing verses: —
The Chalcidians, grateful to Titus for their lives, dedicated all their finest and most impressive sacred buildings to him. The inscriptions still read today: THE PEOPLE DEDICATE THIS GYMNASIUM TO TITUS AND TO HERCULES; and again: THE PEOPLE CONSECRATE THE DELPHINIUM TO TITUS AND TO HERCULES. Furthermore, even today, a priest of Titus is officially elected and announced; after making sacrifices and pouring libations, they sing a specific song, of which we will omit much due to its length, but we will transcribe the final verses: —
The Roman Faith, whose aid of yore,
Our vows were offered to implore,
We worship now and evermore.
To Rome, to Titus, and to Jove,
O maidens, in the dances move.
Dances and Io-Paeans too
Unto the Roman Faith are due,
O Savior Titus, and to you.
The Roman Faith, which we once sought for help,
We worship now and will always.
To Rome, to Titus, and to Jove,
Hey, maidens, let’s dance.
Dances and praises too
Are for the Roman Faith,
O Savior Titus, we honor you.
Other parts of Greece also heaped honors upon him suitable to his merits, and what made all those honors true and real, was the surprising good-will and affection which his moderation and equity of character had won for him. For if he were at any time at variance with anybody in matters of business, or out of emulation and rivalry, (as with Philopoemen, and again with Diophanes, when in office as General of the Achaeans,) his resentment never went far, nor did it ever break out into acts; but when it had vented itself in some citizen-like freedom of speech, there was an end of it. In fine, nobody charged malice or bitterness upon his nature, though many imputed hastiness and levity to it; in general, he was the most attractive and agreeable of companions, and could speak too, both with grace, and forcibly. For instance, to divert the Achaeans from the conquest of the isle of Zacynthus, “If,” said he, “they put their head too far out of Peloponnesus, they may hazard themselves as much as a tortoise out of its shell.” Again, when he and Philip first met to treat of a cessation and peace, the latter complaining that Titus came with a mighty train, while he himself came alone and unattended, “Yes,” replied Titus, “you have left yourself alone by killing your friends.” At another time, Dinocrates the Messenian, having drunk too much at a merry-meeting in Rome, danced there in woman’s clothes, and the next day addressed himself to Titus for assistance in his design to get Messene out of the hands of the Achaeans. “This,” replied Titus, “will be matter for consideration; my only surprise is that a man with such purposes on his hands should be able to dance and sing at drinking parties.” When, again, the ambassadors of Antiochus were recounting to those of Achaea, the various multitudes composing their royal master’s forces, and ran over a long catalog of hard names, “I supped once,” said Titus, “with a friend, and could not forbear expostulating with him at the number of dishes he had provided, and said I wondered where he had furnished himself with such a variety; ‘Sir,’ replied he, ‘to confess the truth, it is all hog’s flesh differently cooked.’ And so, men of Achaea, when you are told of Antiochus’s lancers, and pikemen, and foot guards, I advise you not to be surprised; since in fact they are all Syrians differently armed.”
Other parts of Greece also honored him appropriately for his achievements, and what made all those honors genuine was the incredible goodwill and affection his moderation and fairness had earned him. If he ever had disagreements with anyone over business or due to competition (like with Philopoemen or Diophanes when he was General of the Achaeans), his anger never lasted long, nor did it ever lead to actions; after voicing his feelings in a straightforward manner, that was usually the end of it. In short, no one accused him of malice or bitterness, although many criticized him for being impulsive and frivolous. Overall, he was the most charming and pleasant companion, able to speak with both elegance and impact. For example, to discourage the Achaeans from trying to conquer the island of Zacynthus, he said, “If they stick their necks too far out of Peloponnesus, they could put themselves at as much risk as a turtle out of its shell.” Additionally, when he first met Philip to discuss a truce, Philip complained that Titus arrived with a large entourage while he himself came alone. Titus replied, “Yes, you’re alone because you’ve driven away your friends.” On another occasion, Dinocrates the Messenian, after drinking too much at a party in Rome, danced in women’s clothes, and the next day asked Titus for help in his plan to take Messene from the Achaeans. Titus replied, “This will require consideration; my only surprise is that someone with such serious intentions can find time to dance and sing at parties.” Furthermore, when the ambassadors from Antiochus were telling the Achaeans about the large numbers in their king's army, listing a long series of difficult names, Titus said, “I once had dinner with a friend and couldn’t help but comment on the number of dishes he served, wondering where he had gotten such variety. ‘To be honest,’ he replied, ‘it’s all just pork cooked in different ways.’ So, Achaeans, when you hear about Antiochus’s cavalry, pikemen, and foot soldiers, don’t be surprised; they are all just Syrians dressed up in different ways.”
After his achievements in Greece, and when the war with Antiochus was at an end, Titus was created censor; the most eminent office, and, in a manner, the highest preferment in the commonwealth. The son of Marcellus, who had been five times consul, was his colleague. These, by virtue of their office, cashiered four senators of no great distinction, and admitted to the roll of citizens all freeborn residents. But this was more by constraint than their own choice; for Terentius Culeo, then tribune of the people, to spite the nobility, spurred on the populace to order it to be done. At this time, the two greatest and most eminent persons in the city, Africanus Scipio and Marcus Cato, were at variance. Titus named Scipio first member of the senate; and involved himself in a quarrel with Cato, on the following unhappy occasion. Titus had a brother, Lucius Flamininus, very unlike him in all points of character, and, in particular, low and dissolute in his pleasures, and flagrantly regardless of all decency. He kept as a companion a boy whom he used to carry about with him, not only when he had troops under his charge, but even when the care of a province was committed to him. One day at a drinking-bout, when the youngster was wantoning with Lucius, “I love you, Sir, so dearly,” said he, “that, preferring your satisfaction to my own, I came away without seeing the gladiators, though I have never seen a man killed in my life.” Lucius, delighted with what the boy said, answered, “Let not that trouble you; I can satisfy that longing,” and with that, orders a condemned man to be fetched out of the prison, and the executioner to be sent for, and commands him to strike off the man’s head, before they rose from table. Valerius Antias only so far varies the story as to make it woman for whom he did it. But Livy says that in Cato’s own speech the statement is, that a Gaulish deserter coming with his wife and children to the door, Lucius took him into the banqueting-room, and killed him with his own hand, to gratify his paramour. Cato, it is probable, might say this by way of aggravation of the crime; but that the slain was no such fugitive, but a prisoner, and one condemned to die, not to mention other authorities, Cicero tells us in his treatise On Old Age, where he brings in Cato, himself, giving that account of the matter.
After his accomplishments in Greece and the end of the war with Antiochus, Titus was appointed censor, the most prestigious office, and essentially the highest position in the government. His colleague was the son of Marcellus, who had served as consul five times. They used their authority to remove four senators of little significance and granted citizenship to all freeborn residents. However, this was more due to pressure than their choice; Terentius Culeo, the tribune of the people at that time, incited the public against the nobility to make it happen. During this period, the two most prominent individuals in the city, Africanus Scipio and Marcus Cato, were in conflict. Titus appointed Scipio as the first member of the senate and got into a disagreement with Cato over a distressing event. Titus had a brother, Lucius Flamininus, who was very different from him in character—specifically low-minded and reckless in his indulgences, completely disregarding all standards of decency. He kept a boy as a companion, whom he carried around with him, not only when he commanded troops but even when he oversaw a province. One day, during a drinking party, when the boy was being playful with Lucius, he said, “I love you, Sir, so much that I came here instead of watching the gladiators, even though I've never seen anyone killed.” Pleased by this, Lucius replied, “Don’t worry about that; I can take care of that craving,” and then ordered a condemned man to be brought from prison and the executioner to be called in, commanding him to execute the man before they finished their meal. Valerius Antias slightly changes the story by claiming it was for a woman that Lucius did this. But Livy states that according to Cato’s own speech, a Gallic deserter came to the door with his wife and children, and Lucius took him into the dining room and killed him himself to please his lover. Cato may have mentioned this to emphasize the severity of the crime, but according to other sources, including Cicero in his work On Old Age, that the victim was not a fugitive, but rather a prisoner condemned to death.
However, this is certain; Cato during his censorship, made a severe scrutiny into the senators’ lives in order to the purging and reforming the house, and expelled Lucius, though he had been once consul before, and though the punishment seemed to reflect dishonor on his brother also. Both of them presented themselves to the assembly of the people in a suppliant manner, not without tears in their eyes, requesting that Cato might show the reason and cause of his fixing such a stain upon so honorable a family. The citizens thought it a modest and moderate request. Cato, however, without any retraction or reserve, at once came forward, and standing up with his colleague interrogated Titus, as to whether he knew the story of the supper. Titus answering in the negative, Cato related it, and challenged Lucius to a formal denial of it. Lucius made no reply, whereupon the people adjudged the disgrace just and suitable, and waited upon Cato home from the tribunal in great state. But Titus still so deeply resented his brother’s degradation, that he allied himself with those who had long borne a grudge against Cato; and winning over a major part of the senate, he revoked and made void all the contracts, leases, and bargains made by Cato, relating to the public revenues, and also got numerous actions and accusations brought against him; carrying on against a lawful magistrate and excellent citizen, for the sake of one who was indeed his relation, but was unworthy to be so, and had but gotten his deserts, a course of bitter and violent attacks, which it would be hard to say were either right or patriotic. Afterwards, however, at a public spectacle in the theater, at which the senators appeared as usual, sitting, as became their rank, in the first seats, when Lucius was spied at the lower end, seated in a mean, dishonorable place, it made a great impression upon the people, nor could they endure the sight, but kept calling out to him to move, until he did move, and went in among those of consular dignity, who received him into their seats.
However, this is certain: during his time as censor, Cato conducted a thorough examination of the senators’ lives to clean up and reform the Senate. He expelled Lucius, even though he had once been a consul, and despite the fact that this punishment seemed to bring dishonor to his brother as well. Both men approached the assembly of the people in a pleading manner, tears in their eyes, asking Cato to explain why he placed such a stain on such an honorable family. The citizens found this to be a reasonable request. However, Cato, without hesitation or holding back, stood up alongside his colleague and asked Titus if he was familiar with the story of the dinner. When Titus said he didn’t know it, Cato recounted the tale and challenged Lucius to deny it outright. Lucius did not respond, so the people deemed the disgrace appropriate and accompanied Cato home from the tribunal with great respect. Yet, Titus was so upset about his brother’s downfall that he joined forces with those who had long resented Cato. Winning over a majority of the Senate, he nullified all of Cato's contracts, leases, and agreements related to public funds, and instigated numerous charges against him, targeting a lawful magistrate and excellent citizen for the sake of someone who was indeed his family, but unworthy of it, and who had only received what he deserved. This led to a series of harsh and aggressive attacks that were difficult to categorize as right or patriotic. Later, at a public event in the theater, where senators were seated as expected in the front rows, the people noticed Lucius sitting in a lowly, dishonorable place at the back. This struck a chord with the crowd, who could not tolerate the sight and repeatedly called for him to move until he did, joining those of consular rank, who welcomed him to their seats.
This natural ambition of Titus was well enough looked upon by the world, whilst the wars we have given a relation of afforded competent fuel to feed it; as, for instance, when after the expiration of his consulship, he had a command as military tribune, which nobody pressed upon him. But being now out of all employ in the government, and advanced in years, he showed his defects more plainly; allowing himself, in this inactive remainder of life, to be carried away with the passion for reputation, as uncontrollably as any youth. Some such transport, it is thought, betrayed him into a proceeding against Hannibal, which lost him the regard of many. For Hannibal, having fled his country, first took sanctuary with Antiochus; but he having been glad to obtain a peace, after the battle in Phrygia, Hannibal was put to shift for himself, by a second flight, and, after wandering through many countries, fixed at length in Bithynia, proffering his service to king Prusias. Every one at Rome knew where he was, but looked upon him, now in his weakness and old age, with no sort of apprehension, as one whom fortune had quite cast off. Titus, however, coming thither as ambassador, though he was sent from the senate to Prusias upon another errand, yet, seeing Hannibal resident there, it stirred up resentment in him to find that he was yet alive. And though Prusias used much intercession and entreaties in favor of him, as his suppliant and familiar friend, Titus was not to be entreated. There was an ancient oracle, it seems, which prophesied thus of Hannibal’s end: —
This natural ambition of Titus was viewed favorably by the world, especially since the wars we mentioned provided enough fuel to feed it. For example, after his consulship, he took on a role as military tribune, which no one pressured him to accept. However, now that he was out of government roles and aging, his flaws became more obvious. He allowed himself, during this inactive period of his life, to be swept away by a desire for reputation just as uncontrollably as any young person. Some believe this impulsiveness led him to take action against Hannibal, which caused him to lose the respect of many. Hannibal had fled his homeland and initially sought refuge with Antiochus. But after Antiochus secured a peace deal following the battle in Phrygia, Hannibal had to find a new place to go and eventually ended up in Bithynia, offering his services to King Prusias. Everyone in Rome was aware of his whereabouts but regarded him as someone whom fortune had completely abandoned, due to his weakness and old age. When Titus arrived there as an ambassador, even though he was sent by the senate to Prusias for a different reason, he felt resentment upon realizing that Hannibal was still alive. Despite Prusias's numerous pleas and efforts on Hannibal's behalf as his supplicant and close friend, Titus was unyielding. There seems to have been an ancient oracle that prophesied Hannibal's end: —
Libyssan shall Hannibal enclose.
Hannibal will enclose Libyssan.
He interpreted this to be meant of the African Libya, and that he should be buried in Carthage; as if he might yet expect to return and end his life there. But there is a sandy place in Bithynia, bordering on the sea, and near it a little village called Libyssa. It was Hannibal’s chance to be staying here, and having ever from the beginning had a distrust of the easiness and cowardice of Prusias, and a fear of the Romans, he had, long before, ordered seven underground passages to be dug from his house, leading from his lodging, and running a considerable distance in various opposite directions, all undiscernible from without. As soon, therefore, as he heard what Titus had ordered, he attempted to make his escape through these mines; but finding them beset with the king’s guards, he resolved upon making away with himself. Some say that wrapping his upper garment about his neck, he commanded his servant to set his knee against his back, and not to cease twisting and pulling it, till he had completely strangled him. Others say, he drank bull’s blood, after the example of Themistocles and Midas. Livy writes that he had poison in readiness, which he mixed for the purpose, and that taking the cup into his hand, “Let us ease,” said he, “the Romans of their continual dread and care, who think it long and tedious to await the death of a hated old man. Yet Titus will not bear away a glorious victory, nor one worthy of those ancestors who sent to caution Pyrrhus, an enemy, and a conqueror too, against the poison prepared for him by traitors.”
He interpreted this as referring to Africa, specifically Libya, and that he would be buried in Carthage, almost as if he still hoped to return and die there. However, there is a sandy area in Bithynia, by the sea, and nearby is a small village called Libyssa. Hannibal happened to be staying there, and having always distrusted Prusias's ease and cowardice, along with a fear of the Romans, he had previously ordered seven secret underground passages to be dug from his house, extending in various unnoticeable directions. So, as soon as he heard what Titus had commanded, he tried to escape through these tunnels, but finding them guarded by the king’s men, he decided to take his own life. Some say he wrapped his cloak around his neck and instructed his servant to press against his back and keep twisting and pulling it until he was fully strangled. Others claim he drank bull’s blood, following the examples of Themistocles and Midas. Livy writes that he had poison ready, which he mixed, and as he took the cup in hand, he said, “Let us relieve the Romans of their ongoing fear and worry, who find it long and tedious to wait for the death of a despised old man. However, Titus will not win a glorious victory, nor one worthy of those ancestors who once warned Pyrrhus, an enemy and conqueror, about the poison laid for him by traitors.”
Thus venous are the reports of Hannibal’s death; but when the news of it came to the senators’ ears, some felt indignation against Titus for it, blaming as well his officiousness as his cruelty; who, when there was nothing to urge it, out of mere appetite for distinction, to have it said that he had caused Hannibal’s death, sent him to his grave when he was now like a bird that in its old age has lost its feathers, and incapable of flying is let alone to live tamely without molestation.
The reports of Hannibal’s death were greatly exaggerated; however, when the news reached the senators, some felt anger toward Titus for it, criticizing both his eagerness to take credit and his cruelty. Driven by a desire for recognition and wanting it to be known that he had caused Hannibal’s death, he sent him to his grave when Hannibal was like an old bird that had lost its feathers and, unable to fly, was left to live out his days in peace without disturbance.
They began also now to regard with increased admiration the clemency and magnanimity of Scipio Africanus, and called to mind how he, when he had vanquished in Africa the till then invincible and terrible Hannibal, neither banished him his country, nor exacted of his countrymen that they should give him up. At a parley just before they joined battle, Scipio gave him his hand, and in the peace made after it, he put no hard article upon him, nor insulted over his fallen fortune. It is told, too, that they had another meeting afterwards, at Ephesus, and that when Hannibal, as they were walking together, took the upper hand, Africanus let it pass, and walked on without the least notice of it; and that then they began to talk of generals, and Hannibal affirmed that Alexander was the greatest commander the world had seen, next to him Pyrrhus, and the third was himself; Africanus, with a smile, asked, “What would you have said, if I had not defeated you?” “I would not then, Scipio,” he replied, “have made myself the third, but the first commander.” Such conduct was much admired in Scipio, and that of Titus, who had as it were insulted the dead whom another had slain, was no less generally found fault with. Not but that there were some who applauded the action, looking upon a living Hannibal as a fire, which only wanted blowing to become a flame. For when he was in the prime and flower of his age, it was not his body, nor his hand, that had been so formidable, but his consummate skill and experience, together with his innate malice and rancor against the Roman name, things which do not impair with age. For the temper and bent of the soul remains constant, while fortune continually varies; and some new hope might easily rouse to a fresh attempt those whose hatred made them enemies to the last. And what really happened afterwards does to a certain extent tend yet further to the exculpation of Titus. Aristonicus, of the family of a common musician, upon the reputation of being the son of Eumenes, filled all Asia with tumults and rebellion. Then again, Mithridates, after his defeats by Sylla and Fimbria, and vast slaughter, as well among his prime officers as common soldiers, made head again, and proved a most dangerous enemy, against Lucullus, both by sea and land. Hannibal was never reduced to so contemptible a state as Caius Marius; he had the friendship of a king, and the free exercise of his faculties, employment and charge in the navy, and over the horse and foot, of Prusias; whereas those who but now were laughing to hear of Marius wandering about Africa, destitute and begging, in no long time after were seen entreating his mercy in Rome, with his rods at their backs, and his axes at their necks. So true it is, that looking to the possible future, we can call nothing that we see either great or small; as nothing puts an end to the mutability and vicissitude of things, but what puts an end to their very being. Some authors accordingly tell us, that Titus did not do this of his own head, but that he was joined in commission with Lucius Scipio, and that the whole object of the embassy was, to effect Hannibal’s death. And now, as we find no further mention in history of anything done by Titus, either in war or in the administration of the government, but simply that he died in peace; it is time to look upon him as he stands in comparison with Philopoemen.
They also began to admire the mercy and nobility of Scipio Africanus even more, recalling how he, after defeating the previously unbeatable and fearsome Hannibal in Africa, neither exiled him nor demanded that his countrymen hand him over. During a meeting just before their battle, Scipio shook his hand, and in the peace agreement that followed, he imposed no harsh conditions on him and did not gloat over Hannibal’s misfortunes. It's even said they met again later in Ephesus, and when Hannibal, as they walked together, took the lead, Africanus didn’t react and simply continued walking without acknowledging it. They then began discussing generals, and Hannibal stated that Alexander was the greatest commander the world had ever seen, followed by Pyrrhus, and then himself; Africanus smiled and asked, “What would you have said if I hadn’t defeated you?” Hannibal replied, “If that had been the case, Scipio, I wouldn’t have placed myself third, but as the first commander.” Many admired Scipio’s behavior while criticizing Titus, who had insulted the dead that someone else had killed. However, some praised that action, viewing a living Hannibal as a fire that just needed stoking to burst into flames. When he was at the height of his power, it wasn't his physical strength that made him formidable, but his exceptional skill and experience, along with his deep-seated hatred for the Roman name, qualities that don’t fade with age. The character of the soul remains constant, whereas fortunes change continuously; anything could spark renewed attempts by those whose animosity kept them as enemies until the end. What happened later does somewhat vindicate Titus further. Aristonicus, from a family of common musicians, claimed to be Eumenes's son and caused chaos and rebellions throughout Asia. Moreover, Mithridates, after suffering defeats by Sylla and Fimbria, and significant losses among both his top officers and regular troops, rose up again and became a serious threat to Lucullus, both at sea and on land. Hannibal was never brought to such a lowly state as Caius Marius; he had a king’s friendship and the freedom to use his abilities and command the navy, cavalry, and infantry under Prusias. In contrast, those who had laughed at Marius wandering through Africa in poverty and begging soon found themselves pleading for his mercy in Rome, with rods on their backs and axes at their necks. It's truly the case that when considering future possibilities, we can’t categorize what we see as great or small; nothing can end the changeability of circumstances except what brings about their total cessation. Some authors suggest that Titus didn't act on his own but was part of a commission with Lucius Scipio, and the entire goal of their mission was to secure Hannibal’s death. Now, since there’s no further historical record of anything done by Titus, whether in warfare or governance, except that he died peacefully, it's time to assess him in comparison with Philopoemen.
COMPARISON OF PHILOPOEMEN WITH FLAMININUS
First, then, as for the greatness of the benefits which Titus conferred on Greece, neither Philopoemen, nor many braver men than he, can make good the parallel. They were Greeks fighting against Greeks, but Titus, a stranger to Greece, fought for her. And at the very time when Philopoemen went over into Crete, destitute of means to succor his besieged countrymen, Titus, by a defeat given to Philip in the heart of Greece, set them and their cities free. Again, if we examine the battles they fought, Philopoemen, whilst he was the Achaeans’ general, slew more Greeks than Titus, in aiding the Greeks, slew Macedonians. As to their failings, ambition was Titus’s weak side, and obstinacy Philopoemen’s; in the former, anger was easily kindled, in the latter, it was as hardly quenched. Titus reserved to Philip the royal dignity; he pardoned the Aetolians, and stood their friend; but Philopoemen, exasperated against his country, deprived it of its supremacy over the adjacent villages. Titus was ever constant to those he had once befriended, the other, upon any offense, as prone to cancel kindnesses. He who had once been a benefactor to the Lacedaemonians, afterwards laid their walls level with the ground, wasted their country, and in the end changed and destroyed the whole frame of their government. He seems, in truth, to have prodigalled away his own life, through passion and perverseness; for he fell upon the Messenians, not with that conduct and caution that characterized the movements of Titus, but with unnecessary and unreasonable haste.
First, regarding the significant benefits that Titus gave to Greece, neither Philopoemen nor many who were braver than he can really compare. They were Greeks fighting against other Greeks, but Titus, a foreigner to Greece, fought for her. And at the very moment when Philopoemen headed to Crete, unable to help his besieged countrymen, Titus defeated Philip right in the heart of Greece, freeing them and their cities. If we look at the battles they fought, while Philopoemen, as the general of the Achaeans, killed more Greeks, Titus, in supporting the Greeks, killed Macedonians. As for their weaknesses, Titus struggled with ambition while Philopoemen wrestled with stubbornness; anger flared up quickly in the former, while it was hard to calm in the latter. Titus allowed Philip to keep his royal title; he forgave the Aetolians and remained their ally, but Philopoemen, frustrated with his country, stripped it of its power over the nearby villages. Titus remained loyal to those he helped, while the other was quick to take back his kindness after any offense. Once a benefactor to the Lacedaemonians, he later demolished their walls, ravaged their land, and ultimately changed and destroyed their entire system of government. He truly seemed to have squandered his own life through his passions and stubbornness, attacking the Messenians not with the strategy and caution that characterized Titus’s actions, but with reckless and unreasonable haste.
The many battles he fought, and the many trophies he won, may make us ascribe to Philopoemen the more thorough knowledge of war. Titus decided the matter betwixt Philip and himself in two engagements; but Philopoemen came off victorious in ten thousand encounters, to all which fortune had scarcely any presence, so much were they owing to his skill. Besides, Titus got his renown, assisted by the power of a flourishing Rome; the other flourished under a declined Greece, so that his successes may be accounted his own; in Titus’s glory Rome claims a share. The one had brave men under him, the other made his brave, by being over them. And though Philopoemen was unfortunate certainly, in always being opposed to his countrymen, yet this misfortune is at the same time a proof of his merit. Where the circumstances are the same, superior success can only be ascribed to superior merit. And he had, indeed, to do with the two most warlike nations of all Greece, the Cretans on the one hand, and the Lacedaemonians on the other, and he mastered the craftiest of them by art and the bravest of them by valor. It may also be said that Titus, having his men armed and disciplined to his hand, had in a manner his victories made for him; whereas Philopoemen was forced to introduce a discipline and tactics of his own, and to new-mold and model his soldiers; so that what is of greatest import towards insuring a victory was in his case his own creation, while the other had it ready provided for his benefit. Philopoemen effected many gallant things with his own hand, but Titus none; so much so that one Archedemus, an Aetolian, made it a jest against him that while he, the Aetolian, was running with his drawn sword, where he saw the Macedonians drawn up closest and fighting hardest, Titus was standing still, and with hands stretched out to heaven, praying to the gods for aid.
The many battles he fought and the many trophies he won might lead us to believe that Philopoemen had a deeper understanding of war. Titus settled his conflicts with Philip in two battles, but Philopoemen achieved victory in tens of thousands of encounters, where luck played almost no role, as they were mainly due to his skill. Furthermore, Titus gained his fame backed by the power of a thriving Rome, while Philopoemen thrived despite a declining Greece, so his victories can truly be credited to him; in Titus's glory, Rome takes some credit. One led brave soldiers, while the other developed bravery in his troops by leading them. Although Philopoemen was certainly unfortunate in always facing his fellow countrymen, this misfortune also proves his merit. When the circumstances are similar, greater success can only be attributed to greater merit. He fought against the two most warlike nations in Greece, the Cretans and the Lacedaemonians, and he outsmarted the craftiest of them with strategy and outperformed the bravest with courage. It could also be said that Titus had his soldiers well-equipped and trained, which made his victories somewhat handed to him; whereas Philopoemen had to establish his own discipline and tactics, reshaping and training his men. Thus, the key factors for securing victory were of his own making, while Titus had them readily available for his advantage. Philopoemen accomplished many brave feats on his own, but Titus did none; so much so that an Aetolian named Archedemus joked that while he, the Aetolian, was charging with his sword drawn at the tightest and most intense fighting with the Macedonians, Titus was standing still, with his hands raised to the sky praying for divine help.
It is true, Titus acquitted himself admirably, both as a governor, and as an ambassador; but Philopoemen was no less serviceable and useful to the Achaeans in the capacity of a private man, than in that of a commander. He was a private citizen when he restored the Messenians to their liberty, and delivered their city from Nabis; he was also a private citizen when he rescued the Lacedaemonians, and shut the gates of Sparta against the General Diophanes, and Titus. He had a nature so truly formed for command that he could govern even the laws themselves for the public good; he did not need to wait for the formality of being elected into command by the governed, but employed their service, if occasion required, at his own discretion; judging that he who understood their real interests, was more truly their supreme magistrate, than he whom they had elected to the office. The equity, clemency, and humanity of Titus towards the Greeks, display a great and generous nature; but the actions of Philopoemen, full of courage, and forward to assert his country’s liberty against the Romans, have something yet greater and nobler in them. For it is not as hard a task to gratify the indigent and distressed, as to bear up against, and to dare to incur the anger of the powerful. To conclude, since it does not appear to be easy, by any review or discussion, to establish the true difference of their merits, and decide to which a preference is due, will it be an unfair award in the case, if we let the Greek bear away the crown for military conduct and warlike skill, and the Roman for justice and clemency?
It's true, Titus did an excellent job as both a governor and an ambassador, but Philopoemen was just as valuable and effective for the Achaeans as an ordinary citizen as he was as a leader. He was a private citizen when he helped the Messenians gain their freedom and liberated their city from Nabis; he was also just a citizen when he rescued the Lacedaemonians and closed the gates of Sparta against General Diophanes and Titus. He had a natural ability to lead, so much so that he could even uphold the laws for the public good; he didn’t need to wait for a formal election to take charge. He believed that someone who truly understood the people’s real interests was a more genuine leader than the one they had voted into office. Titus's fairness, kindness, and compassion towards the Greeks show a great and generous character, but Philopoemen's courageous actions in standing up for his country's freedom against the Romans are even greater and more noble. It's less challenging to help those in need than it is to confront and risk the wrath of the powerful. In conclusion, since it's difficult to definitively compare their merits and decide who deserves preference, would it be unreasonable to give the Greek the crown for military leadership and skill while acknowledging the Roman for his justice and compassion?
PYRRHUS
Of the Thesprotians and Molossians after the great inundation, the first king, according to some historians, was Phaethon, one of those who came into Epirus with Pelasgus. Others tell us that Deucalion and Pyrrha, having set up the worship of Jupiter at Dodona, settled there among the Molossians. In after time, Neoptolemus, Achilles’s son, planting a colony, possessed these parts himself, and left a succession of kings, who, after him, were named Pyrrhidae; as he in his youth was called Pyrrhus, and of his legitimate children, one born of Lanassa, daughter of Cleodaeus, Hyllus’s son, had also that name. From him, Achilles came to have divine honors in Epirus, under the name of Aspetus, in the language of the country. After these first kings, those of the following intervening times becoming barbarous, and insignificant both in their power and their lives, Tharrhypas is said to have been the first, who by introducing Greek manners and learning, and humane laws into his cities, left any fame of himself. Alcetas was the son of Tharrhypas, Arybas of Alcetas, and of Arybas and Troas his queen, Aeacides: he married Phthia, the daughter of Menon, the Thessalian, a man of note at the time off the Lamiac war, and of highest command in the confederate army next to Leosthenes. To Aeacides were born of Phthia, Deidamia and Troas daughters, and Pyrrhus a son.
After the big flood, the first king of the Thesprotians and Molossians, according to some historians, was Phaethon, one of those who came to Epirus with Pelasgus. Others say that Deucalion and Pyrrha, after establishing the worship of Jupiter at Dodona, settled among the Molossians. Later on, Neoptolemus, the son of Achilles, established a colony and claimed this area for himself, leaving behind a line of kings who were called Pyrrhidae after him, as he was known as Pyrrhus in his youth. Among his legitimate children, one born to Lanassa, the daughter of Cleodaeus, who was the son of Hyllus, also had the same name. From this line, Achilles was honored as a god in Epirus, under the name of Aspetus in the local language. Following these first kings, those during the subsequent periods became uncivilized and unremarkable in both power and life. Tharrhypas is said to be the first who introduced Greek customs, education, and humane laws into his cities, leaving behind a legacy. Alcetas was the son of Tharrhypas, Arybas was the son of Alcetas, and Aeacides was the son of Arybas and his queen Troas. He married Phthia, the daughter of Menon, a notable figure during the Lamiac war and a high commander in the allied army, second only to Leosthenes. Aeacides and Phthia had two daughters, Deidamia and Troas, and a son named Pyrrhus.
The Molossians, afterwards falling into factions, and expelling Aeacides, brought in the sons of Neoptolemus, and such friends of Aeacides as they could take were all cut off; Pyrrhus, yet an infant, and searched for by the enemy, had been stolen away and carried off by Androclides end Angelus; who, however, being obliged to take with them a few servants, and women to nurse the child, were much impeded and retarded in their flight, and when they were now overtaken, they delivered the infant to Androcleon, Hippias, and Neander, faithful and able young fellows, giving them in charge to make for Megara, a town of Macedon, with all their might, while they themselves, partly by entreaty, and partly by force, stopped the course of the pursuers till late in the evening. At last, having hardly forced them back, they joined those who had the care of Pyrrhus; but the sun being already set, at the point of attaining their object they suddenly found themselves cut off from it. For on reaching the river that runs by the city they found it looking formidable and rough, and endeavoring to pass over, they discovered it was not fordable; late rains having heightened the water, and made the current violent. The darkness of the night added to the horror of all, so that they durst not venture of themselves to carry over the child and the women that attended it; but, perceiving some of the country people on the other side, they desired them to assist their passage, and showed them Pyrrhus, calling out aloud, and importuning them. They, however, could not hear for the noise and roaring of the water. Thus time was spent while those called out, and the others did not understand what was said, till one recollecting himself, stripped off a piece of bark from an oak, and wrote on it with the tongue of a buckle, stating the necessities and the fortunes of the child, and then rolling it about a stone, which was made use of to give force to the motion, threw it over to the other side, or, as some say, fastened it to the end of a javelin, and darted it over. When the men on the other shore read what was on the bark, and saw how time pressed, without delay they cut down some trees, and lashing them together, came over to them. And it so fell out, that he who first got ashore, and took Pyrrhus in his arms, was named Achilles, the rest being helped over by others as they came to hand.
The Molossians, later splitting into factions and driving out Aeacides, brought in the sons of Neoptolemus. Those who were allies of Aeacides were all eliminated; Pyrrhus, still an infant and sought after by the enemy, had been taken away and hidden by Androclides and Angelus. However, they were forced to bring along a few servants and women to care for the child, which slowed them down during their escape. When they were eventually caught up to, they handed over the infant to Androcleon, Hippias, and Neander—trustworthy and capable young men—entrusting them to urgently make their way to Megara, a town in Macedon, while they themselves tried to hold off the pursuers for as long as they could, using a mix of pleading and force, until late in the evening. Eventually, after a tough struggle to push them back, they rejoined those who were looking after Pyrrhus; but by then, the sun had already set, and they found themselves suddenly blocked from their goal. When they reached the river by the city, it looked menacing and rough, and when they attempted to cross, they realized it was impossible due to the high water and powerful current from the recent rains. The darkness of night heightened their fear, making them hesitant to risk crossing with the child and the women attending him. Noticing some local people on the other side, they called out for help to get across, showing them Pyrrhus and urgently pleading. Yet, the noise of the roaring water drowned out their voices. They wasted time shouting, with the others not understanding until one person finally thought to strip a piece of bark from an oak, write on it with the tongue of a buckle detailing their urgent situation, and then rolling it around a stone to throw it over to the other side, or as some say, attaching it to a javelin and launching it. When the men on the opposite bank read the message and realized they were running out of time, they quickly chopped down some trees, tied them together, and crossed over. It happened that the first one to reach the shore and lift Pyrrhus was named Achilles, while the others were helped across by whoever came next.
Thus being safe, and out of the reach of pursuit, they addressed themselves to Glaucias, then king of the Illyrians, and finding him sitting at home with his wife, they laid down the child before them. The king began to weigh the matter, fearing Cassander, who was a mortal enemy of Aeacides, and, being in deep consideration, said nothing for a long time; while Pyrrhus, crawling about on the ground, gradually got near and laid hold with his hand upon the king’s robe, and so helping himself upon his feet against the knees of Glaucias, first moved laughter, and then pity, as a little humble, crying petitioner. Some say he did not throw himself before Glaucias, but catching hold of an altar of the gods, and spreading his hands about it, raised himself up by that; and that Glaucias took the act as an omen. At present, therefore, he gave Pyrrhus into the charge of his wife, commanding he should be brought up with his own children; and a little after, the enemies sending to demand him, and Cassander himself offering two hundred talents, he would not deliver him up; but when he was twelve years old, bringing him with an army into Epirus, made him king. Pyrrhus in the air of his face had something more of the terrors, than of the augustness of kingly power; he had not a regular set of upper teeth, but in the place of them one continued bone, with small lines marked on it, resembling the divisions of a row of teeth. It was a general belief he could cure the spleen, by sacrificing a white cock, and gently pressing with his right foot on the spleen of the persons as they lay down on their backs, nor was any one so poor or inconsiderable as not to be welcome, if he desired it, to the benefit of his touch. He accepted the cock for the sacrifice as a reward, and was always much pleased with the present. The large toe of that foot was said to have a divine virtue; for after his death, the rest of the body being consumed, this was found unhurt and untouched by the fire. But of these things hereafter.
Being safe and out of reach of pursuit, they approached Glaucias, then king of the Illyrians, and found him at home with his wife. They placed the child before them. The king considered the situation, wary of Cassander, a sworn enemy of Aeacides, and remained silent for a long time. Meanwhile, Pyrrhus, crawling on the ground, slowly moved closer and grabbed onto the king’s robe, using it to pull himself up to the knees of Glaucias. This act first brought laughter and then pity, as he appeared as a small, humble, crying petitioner. Some say he didn’t just throw himself before Glaucias but grabbed hold of an altar to the gods, stretching his hands around it to pull himself up, and that Glaucias interpreted this as an omen. Consequently, he entrusted Pyrrhus to his wife, instructing her to raise him alongside their own children. Shortly after, when enemies sent to demand him and Cassander himself offered two hundred talents, he refused to give him up; instead, when Pyrrhus turned twelve, he brought him with an army into Epirus and made him king. Pyrrhus's face carried more fear than the grandeur of royal power; he didn’t have a regular set of upper teeth but rather a continuous bone in their place, with small lines resembling the divisions of a row of teeth. It was widely believed he could cure spleen issues by sacrificing a white rooster and gently pressing with his right foot on the spleen of the person lying on their back. No one, no matter how poor or insignificant, was turned away if they sought the benefit of his touch. He accepted the rooster for the sacrifice as a reward and was always grateful for the gift. It was said that the large toe of that foot had divine powers; after his death, when the rest of his body was consumed, this toe was found unscathed and untouched by the fire. But more on that later.
Being now about seventeen years old, and the government in appearance well settled, he took a journey out of the kingdom to attend the marriage of one of Glaucias’s sons, with whom he was brought up; upon which opportunity the Molossians again rebelling, turned out all of his party, plundered his property, and gave themselves up to Neoptolemus. Pyrrhus, having thus lost the kingdom, and being in want of all things, applied to Demetrius the son of Antigonus, the husband of his sister Deidamia, who, while she was but a child, had been in name the wife of Alexander, son of Roxana, but their affairs afterwards proving unfortunate, when she came to age, Demetrius married her. At the great battle of Ipsus, where so many kings were engaged, Pyrrhus, taking part with Demetrius, though yet but a youth, routed those that encountered him, and highly signalized himself among all the soldiery; and afterwards, when Demetrius’s fortunes were low, he did not forsake him then, but secured for him the cities of Greece with which he was entrusted; and upon articles of agreement being made between Demetrius and Ptolemy, he went over as an hostage for him into Egypt, where both in hunting and other exercises, he gave Ptolemy an ample proof of his courage and strength. Here observing Berenice in greatest power, and of all Ptolemy’s wives highest in esteem for virtue and understanding, he made his court principally to her. He had a particular art of gaining over the great to his own interest, as on the other hand he readily overlooked such as were below him; and being also well-behaved and temperate in his life, among all the young princes then at court, he was thought most fit to have Antigone for his wife, one of the daughters of Berenice by Philip, before she married Ptolemy.
Now about seventeen years old, and with the government seemingly stable, he took a trip out of the kingdom to attend the wedding of one of Glaucias’s sons, with whom he had grown up. During this time, the Molossians rebelled again, ousted all his supporters, looted his property, and aligned themselves with Neoptolemus. Pyrrhus, having lost his kingdom and lacking everything, reached out to Demetrius, the son of Antigonus, who was married to his sister Deidamia. When Deidamia was just a child, she had been the wife of Alexander, son of Roxana, but their situation turned unfortunate, and when she came of age, Demetrius married her. At the major battle of Ipsus, where many kings fought, Pyrrhus, although still young, fought alongside Demetrius, decisively defeating those who opposed him and gaining a strong reputation among the soldiers. Later, when Demetrius’s situation worsened, Pyrrhus remained loyal, securing the Greek cities that had been entrusted to him. After Demetrius and Ptolemy reached an agreement, Pyrrhus went to Egypt as a hostage. There, he showcased his bravery and strength, excelling in hunting and other activities. While in Egypt, he noticed Berenice, who held great power and was esteemed among Ptolemy’s wives for her virtue and intelligence, and he primarily sought her favor. He had a knack for winning over influential people to his side while easily dismissing those beneath him. Additionally, being well-mannered and self-disciplined, he was considered the most suitable among the young princes at court to marry Antigone, one of Berenice's daughters by Philip, before she wed Ptolemy.
After this match, advancing in honor, and Antigone being a very good wife to him, having procured a sum of money, and raised an army, he so ordered matters as to be sent into his kingdom of Epirus, and arrived there to the great satisfaction of many, from their hate to Neoptolemus, who was governing in a violent and arbitrary way. But fearing lest Neoptolemus should enter into alliance with some neighboring princes, he came to terms and friendship with him, agreeing that they should share the government between them. There were people, however, who, as time went on, secretly exasperated them, and fomented jealousies between them. The cause chiefly moving Pyrrhus is said to have had this beginning. It was customary for the kings to offer sacrifice to Mars, at Passaro, a place in the Molossian country, and that done to enter into a solemn covenant with the Epirots; they to govern according to law, these to preserve the government as by law established. This was performed in the presence of both kings, who were there with their immediate friends, giving and receiving many presents; here Gelo, one of the friends of Neoptolemus, taking Pyrrhus by the hand, presented him with two pair of draught oxen. Myrtilus, his cup-bearer, being then by, begged these of Pyrrhus, who not giving them to him, but to another, Myrtilus extremely resented it, which Gelo took notice of, and, inviting him to a banquet, (amidst drinking and other excesses, as some relate, Myrtilus being then in the flower of his youth,) he entered into discourse, persuading him to adhere to Neoptolemus, and destroy Pyrrhus by poison. Myrtilus received the design, appearing to approve and consent to it, but privately discovered it to Pyrrhus, by whose command he recommended Alexicrates, his chief cup-bearer, to Gelo, as a fit instrument for their design, Pyrrhus being very desirous to have proof of the plot by several evidences. So Gelo being deceived, Neoptolemus, who was no less deceived, imagining the design went prosperously on, could not forbear, but in his joy spoke of it among his friends, and once at an entertainment at his sister Cadmea’s, talked openly of it, thinking none heard but themselves. Nor was anyone there but Phaenarete the wife of Samon, who had the care of Neoptolemus’s flocks and herds. She, turning her face towards the wall upon a couch, seemed fast asleep, and having heard all that passed, unsuspected, next day came to Antigone, Pyrrhus’s wife, and told her what she had heard Neoptolemus say to his sister. On understanding which Pyrrhus for the present said little, but on a sacrifice day, making an invitation for Neoptolemus, killed him; being satisfied before that the great men of the Epirots were his friends, and that they were eager for him to rid himself of Neoptolemus, and not to content himself with a mere petty share of the government, but to follow his own natural vocation to great designs, and now when just ground of suspicion appeared, to anticipate Neoptolemus by taking him off first.
After this match, moving forward with honor, and with Antigone being a great wife to him, having gathered some money and raised an army, he arranged to return to his kingdom of Epirus. He arrived there to the delight of many, who were unhappy with Neoptolemus, who was ruling in a brutal and oppressive manner. However, fearing that Neoptolemus might ally with nearby rulers, he made peace and an agreement to share power with him. Yet, over time, some people secretly aggravated tensions between them and stirred up jealousy. The situation that mainly drove Pyrrhus is said to have started like this: it was common for kings to offer sacrifices to Mars at Passaro, a location in the Molossian territory, and upon completion of the sacrifices to enter a formal agreement with the Epirots; they would govern according to law, while the Epirots would maintain the government as established by law. This took place in the presence of both kings, who were there with their close friends, exchanging many gifts. During this event, Gelo, a friend of Neoptolemus, took Pyrrhus by the hand and gave him two pairs of draft oxen. Myrtilus, his cup-bearer, was present and asked Pyrrhus for these oxen, but Pyrrhus gave them to someone else instead, which Myrtilus felt very resentful about. Gelo noticed this and, inviting Myrtilus to a feast, while indulging in drinking and other excesses, persuaded him to stick with Neoptolemus and eliminate Pyrrhus with poison. Myrtilus appeared to approve of the plan and agreed to it but secretly told Pyrrhus, who then asked Alexicrates, his chief cup-bearer, to handle the situation with Gelo, wanting to confirm the plot through various sources. So Gelo was misled, and Neoptolemus, equally fooled, believing the plan was going well, couldn’t help but talk about it among his friends. Once, during a gathering at his sister Cadmea’s place, he discussed it openly, thinking no one would overhear except for those present. However, the only person there was Phaenarete, the wife of Samon, who managed Neoptolemus’s livestock. She turned her face to the wall and pretended to be asleep, listening to everything that was said without being noticed. The next day, she went to Antigone, Pyrrhus's wife, and told her what Neoptolemus had said to his sister. Upon hearing this, Pyrrhus didn’t say much at the time, but on a day of sacrifice, he invited Neoptolemus and killed him, having already confirmed that the key leaders of the Epirots supported him and wanted him to rid himself of Neoptolemus. They encouraged him not to settle for just a small share of power, but to pursue his true calling for greater ambitions, especially now that there was legitimate reason to suspect Neoptolemus, prompting him to act first before Neoptolemus could.
In memory of Berenice and Ptolemy, he named his son by Antigone, Ptolemy, and having built a city in the peninsula of Epirus, called it Berenicis. From this time he began to revolve many and vast projects in his thoughts; but his first special hope and design lay near home, and he found means to engage himself in the Macedonian affairs under the following pretext. Of Cassander’s sons, Antipater, the eldest, killed Thessalonica his mother, and expelled his brother Alexander, who sent to Demetrius entreating his assistance, and also called in Pyrrhus; but Demetrius being retarded by multitude of business, Pyrrhus, coming first, demanded in reward of his service the districts called Tymphaea and Parauaea in Macedon itself, and, of their new conquests, Ambracia, Acarnania, and Amphilochia. The young prince giving way, he took possession of these countries, and secured them with good garrisons, and proceeded to reduce for Alexander himself other parts of the kingdom which he gained from Antipater. Lysimachus, designing to send aid to Antipater, was involved in much other business, but knowing Pyrrhus would not disoblige Ptolemy, or deny him anything, sent pretended letters to him as from Ptolemy, desiring him to give up his expedition, upon the payment of three hundred talents to him by Antipater. Pyrrhus, opening the letter, quickly discovered the fraud of Lysimachus; for it had not the accustomed style of salutation, “The father to the son, health,” but “King Ptolemy to Pyrrhus, the king, health;” and reproaching Lysimachus, he notwithstanding made a peace, and they all met to confirm it by a solemn oath upon sacrifice. A goat, a bull, and a ram being brought out, the ram on a sudden fell dead. The others laughed, but Theodotus the prophet forbade Pyrrhus to swear, declaring that Heaven by that portended the death of one of the three kings, upon which he refused to ratify the peace.
In memory of Berenice and Ptolemy, he named his son with Antigone Ptolemy, and after building a city in the Epirus peninsula, he called it Berenicis. From this point on, he started to consider many large projects, but his initial main focus was closer to home, and he found a way to get involved in Macedonian affairs using the following excuse. Of Cassander’s sons, Antipater, the eldest, killed his mother Thessalonica and expelled his brother Alexander, who then reached out to Demetrius for help and also called in Pyrrhus. However, Demetrius was delayed by various responsibilities, and since Pyrrhus arrived first, he demanded the regions known as Tymphaea and Parauaea in Macedonia as a reward for his assistance, along with the newly acquired territories of Ambracia, Acarnania, and Amphilochia. The young prince agreed, and Pyrrhus took control of these areas, fortified them with strong garrisons, and worked to reclaim other parts of the kingdom for Alexander from Antipater. Lysimachus, planning to send help to Antipater, was caught up in many other matters, but knowing that Pyrrhus wouldn’t upset Ptolemy or deny him anything, he sent fake letters to Pyrrhus, pretending they were from Ptolemy, asking him to abandon his campaign in exchange for a payment of three hundred talents from Antipater. When Pyrrhus opened the letter, he quickly realized it was a trick by Lysimachus; it lacked the usual greeting of “The father to the son, greetings,” and instead said, “King Ptolemy to Pyrrhus, the king, greetings.” After criticizing Lysimachus for his deceit, Pyrrhus nonetheless agreed to make peace, and they all gathered to confirm it with a solemn oath upon a sacrifice. When a goat, a bull, and a ram were brought out, the ram suddenly dropped dead. The others laughed, but Theodotus the prophet warned Pyrrhus not to swear, claiming that this was an omen from Heaven signaling the death of one of the three kings, which led him to refuse to finalize the peace.
The affairs of Alexander being now in some kind of settlement, Demetrius arrived, contrary, as soon appeared, to the desire and indeed not without the alarm of Alexander. After they had been a few days together, their mutual jealousy led them to conspire against each other; and Demetrius taking advantage of the first occasion, was beforehand with the young king, and slew him, and proclaimed himself king of Macedon. There had been formerly no very good understanding between him and Pyrrhus; for besides the inroads he made into Thessaly, the innate disease of princes, ambition of greater empire, had rendered them formidable and suspected neighbors to each other, especially since Deidamia’s death; and both having seized Macedon, they came into conflict for the same object, and the difference between them had the stronger motives. Demetrius having first attacked the Aetolians and subdued them, left Pantauchus there with a considerable army, and marched direct against Pyrrhus, and Pyrrhus, as he thought, against him; but by mistake of the ways they passed by one another, and Demetrius falling into Epirus wasted the country, and Pyrrhus, meeting with Pantauchus, prepared for an engagement. The soldiers fell to, and there was a sharp and terrible conflict, especially where the generals were. Pantauchus, in courage, dexterity, and strength of body, being confessedly the best of all Demetrius’s captains, and having both resolution and high spirit, challenged Pyrrhus to fight hand to hand; on the other side Pyrrhus, professing not to yield to any king in valor and glory, and esteeming the fame of Achilles more truly to belong to him for his courage than for his blood, advanced against Pantauchus through the front of the army. First they used their lances, then came to a close fight, and managed their swords both with art and force; Pyrrhus receiving one wound, but returning two for it, one in the thigh, the other near the neck, repulsed and overthrew Pantauchus, but did not kill him outright, as he was rescued by his friends. But the Epirots exulting in the victory of their king, and admiring his courage, forced through and cut in pieces the phalanx of the Macedonians, and pursuing those that fled, killed many, and took five thousand prisoners.
With Alexander's affairs now somewhat settled, Demetrius arrived, much to Alexander's dislike and alarm. After spending a few days together, their mutual jealousy led them to plot against one another. Seizing the first opportunity, Demetrius got the jump on the young king, killed him, and declared himself king of Macedon. There had never been a good relationship between him and Pyrrhus; besides Demetrius's invasions into Thessaly, the inherent issue of ambition for a larger empire made them fierce and suspicious neighbors, especially after Deidamia's death. Both having taken control of Macedon, they clashed over the same goal, with strong reasons fueling their conflict. Demetrius first attacked the Aetolians, defeating them, and left Pantauchus there with a large army, before heading straight for Pyrrhus, who believed he was moving to confront Demetrius. However, due to a mistake with their routes, they missed each other, and Demetrius entered Epirus, ravaging the land, while Pyrrhus, encountering Pantauchus, readied for battle. The soldiers engaged in a fierce and brutal fight, particularly where the generals were involved. Pantauchus, known to be the best of all Demetrius’s commanders, with courage, skill, and physical strength, challenged Pyrrhus to a one-on-one fight. In response, Pyrrhus, claiming he would not back down from any king in bravery and reputation, and believing that the legacy of Achilles more rightfully belonged to him due to his courage rather than his lineage, advanced against Pantauchus from the front of the army. They began with their lances, then closed in for hand-to-hand combat, skillfully wielding their swords; Pyrrhus sustained a wound but dealt two in return, one to Pantauchus's thigh and the other near his neck, pushing him back and toppling him, though he did not kill him outright, as his friends rescued him. Meanwhile, the Epirots, celebrating their king's victory and admiring his bravery, broke through and decimated the Macedonian phalanx, pursuing the fleeing soldiers, killing many, and taking five thousand prisoners.
This fight did not so much exasperate the Macedonians with anger for their loss, or with hatred to Pyrrhus, as it caused esteem, and admiration of his valor, and great discourse of him among those that saw what he did, and were engaged against him in the action. They thought his countenance, his swiftness, and his motions expressed those of the great Alexander, and that they beheld here an image and resemblance of his rapidity and strength in fight; other kings merely by their purple and their guards, by the formal bending of their necks, and lofty tone of speech, Pyrrhus only by arms, and in action, represented Alexander. Of his knowledge of military tactics and the art of a general, and his great ability that way, we have the best information from the commentaries he left behind him. Antigonus, also, we are told, being asked who was the greatest soldier, said, “Pyrrhus, if he lives to be old,” referring only to those of his own time; but Hannibal of all great commanders esteemed Pyrrhus for skill and conduct the first, Scipio the second, and himself the third, as is related in the life of Scipio. In a word, he seemed ever to make this all his thought and philosophy, as the most kingly part of learning; other curiosities he held in no account. He is reported, when asked at a feast whether he thought Python or Caphisias the best musician, to have said, Polysperchon was the best soldier, as though it became a king to examine and understand only such things. Towards his familiars he was mild, and not easily incensed; zealous, and even vehement in returning kindnesses. Thus when Aeropus was dead, he could not bear it with moderation, saying, he indeed had suffered what was common to human nature, but condemning and blaming himself, that by puttings off and delays he had not returned his kindness in time. For our debts may be satisfied to the creditor’s heirs, but not to have made the acknowledgment of received favors, while they to whom it is due can be sensible of it, afflicts a good and a worthy nature. Some thinking it fit that Pyrrhus should banish a certain ill-tongued fellow in Ambracia, who had spoken very indecently of him, “Let him rather,” said he, “speak against us here to a few, than rambling about to a great many.” And others who in their wine had made redactions upon him, being afterward questioned for it, and asked by him whether they had said such words, on one of the young fellows answering, “Yes, all that, king; and should have said more if we had had more wine;” he laughed and discharged them. After Antigone’s death, he married several wives to enlarge his interest and power. He had the daughter of Autoleon, king of the Paeonians, Bircenna, Bardyllis the Illyrian’s daughter, Lanassa, daughter of Agathocles the Syracusan, who brought with her in dower the city of Corcyra which had been taken by Agathocles. By Antigone he had Ptolemy, Alexander by Lanassa, and Helenus, his youngest son, by Bircenna; he brought them up all in arms, hot and eager youths, and by him sharpened and whetted to war from their very infancy. It is said, when one of them, while yet a child, asked him to which he would leave the kingdom, he replied, to him that had the sharpest sword, which indeed was much like that tragical curse of Oedipus to his sons:
This fight didn't so much anger the Macedonians over their loss or instill hatred for Pyrrhus, but instead earned him their respect and admiration for his bravery, leading to great discussions among those who witnessed his actions and fought against him. They believed his demeanor, agility, and movements were reminiscent of the great Alexander, viewing him as a reflection of Alexander’s speed and strength in battle; while other kings relied on their royal attire and guards, along with their stately mannerisms and grand speeches, Pyrrhus embodied Alexander through his military prowess and actions. We have the best insight into his military knowledge and generalship from the writings he left behind. Antigonus, when asked who was the greatest soldier, replied, “Pyrrhus, if he lives to be old,” referring to those of his own era; but Hannibal regarded Pyrrhus as the top commander for his skill and strategy, placing Scipio second and himself third, as noted in Scipio's biography. In short, he seemed to view military strategy as the most royal aspect of learning, dismissing other academic pursuits. It’s said that when asked at a feast whether he thought Python or Caphisias was the best musician, he remarked that Polysperchon was the best soldier, suggesting it was more fitting for a king to focus on such matters. He was gentle and not easily angered towards his close friends, being passionate and even intense in showing gratitude. When Aeropus died, he couldn’t handle it calmly, acknowledging that he had experienced a common human loss, but criticizing himself for not having repaid his kindness in a timely manner. While we can settle our debts with a creditor’s heirs, failing to acknowledge received favors while the givers are still aware of them weighs heavily on a good and honorable heart. Some believed Pyrrhus should banish a certain nasty individual in Ambracia who had insulted him. He replied, “Let him rather speak against us here to a few, than prattle on to many.” When others, enjoying wine, had made rude comments about him, and were later questioned about it, one young man boldly answered, “Yes, all that, king; and we would have said more if we had had more wine;” he laughed it off and let them go. After Antigone’s death, he married several women to strengthen his power and influence. He took the daughter of Autoleon, king of the Paeonians, Bircenna, the daughter of Bardyllis the Illyrian, and Lanassa, the daughter of Agathocles the Syracusan, who brought with her as a dowry the city of Corcyra that had been captured by Agathocles. He had Ptolemy with Antigone, Alexander with Lanassa, and his youngest son Helenus with Bircenna; he raised them all to be ambitious, eager youths, training them for war from a young age. It’s said that when one of them, still a child, asked him to whom he would leave the kingdom, he answered, to the one with the sharpest sword, echoing the tragic curse of Oedipus to his sons.
Not by the lot decide.
But with the sword the heritage divide.
Not by chance decide.
But with the sword the legacy divide.
So unsocial and wild-beast-like is the nature of ambition and cupidity.
Ambition and greed are so untamed and animalistic in nature.
After this battle Pyrrhus, returning gloriously home, enjoyed his fame and reputation, and being called “Eagle” by the Epirots, “By you,” said he, “I am an eagle; for how should I not be such, while I have your arms as wings to sustain me?” A little after, having intelligence that Demetrius was dangerously sick, he entered on a sudden into Macedonia, intending only an incursion, and to harass the country; but was very near seizing upon all, and taking the kingdom without a blow. He marched as far as Edessa unresisted, great numbers deserting, and coming in to him. This danger excited Demetrius beyond his strength, and his friends and commanders in a short time got a considerable army together, and with all their forces briskly attacked Pyrrhus, who, coming only to pillage, would not stand a fight but retreating lost part of his army, as he went off, by the close pursuit of the Macedonians. Demetrius, however, although he had easily and quickly forced Pyrrhus out of the country, yet did not slight him, but having resolved upon great designs, and to recover his father’s kingdom with an army of one hundred thousand men, and a fleet of five hundred ships, would neither embroil himself with Pyrrhus, nor leave the Macedonians so active and troublesome a neighbor; and since he had no leisure to continue the war with him, he was willing to treat and conclude a peace, and to turn his forces upon the other kings. Articles being agreed upon, the designs of Demetrius quickly discovered themselves by the greatness of his preparation. And the other kings, being alarmed, sent to Pyrrhus ambassadors and letters, expressing their wonder that he should choose to let his own opportunity pass by, and wait till Demetrius could use his; and whereas he was now able to chase him out of Macedon, involved in designs and disturbed, he should expect till Demetrius at leisure, and grown great, should bring the war home to his own door, and make him fight for his temples and sepulchers in Molossia; especially having so lately, by his means, lost Corcyra and his wife together. For Lanassa had taken offense at Pyrrhus for too great an inclination to those wives of his that were barbarians, and so withdrew to Corcyra, and desiring to marry some king, invited Demetrius, knowing of all the kings he was most ready to entertain offers of marriage; so he sailed thither, married Lanassa, and placed a garrison in the city. The kings having written thus to Pyrrhus, themselves likewise contrived to find Demetrius work, while he was delaying and making his preparations. Ptolemy, setting out with a great fleet, drew off many of the Greek cities. Lysimachus out of Thrace wasted the upper Macedon; and Pyrrhus, also, taking arms at the same time, marched to Beroea, expecting, as it fell out, that Demetrius, collecting his forces against Lysimachus, would leave the lower country undefended. That very night he seemed in his sleep to be called by Alexander the Great, and approaching saw him sick abed, but was received with very kind words and much respect, and promised zealous assistance. He making bold to reply: “How, Sir, can you, being sick, assist me?” “With my name,” said he, and mounting a Nisaean horse, seemed to lead the way. At the sight of this vision he was much assured, and with swift marches overrunning all the interjacent places, takes Beroea, and making his head-quarters there, reduced the rest of the country by his commanders. When Demetrius received intelligence of this, and perceived likewise the Macedonians ready to mutiny in the army, he was afraid to advance further, lest coming near Lysimachus, a Macedonian king, and of great fame, they should revolt to him. So returning, he marched directly against Pyrrhus, as a stranger, and hated by the Macedonians. But while he lay encamped there near him, many who came out of Beroea infinitely praised Pyrrhus as invincible in arms, a glorious warrior, who treated those he had taken kindly and humanely. Several of these Pyrrhus himself sent privately, pretending to be Macedonians, and saying, now was the time to be delivered from the severe government of Demetrius, by coming over to Pyrrhus, a gracious prince, and a lover of soldiers. By this artifice a great part of the army was in a state of excitement, and the soldiers began to look every way about, inquiring for Pyrrhus. It happened he was without his helmet, till understanding they did not know him, he put it on again, and so was quickly recognized by his lofty crest, and the goat’s horns he wore upon it. Then the Macedonians, running to him, desired to be told his password, and some put oaken boughs upon their heads, because they saw them worn by the soldiers about him. Some persons even took the confidence to say to Demetrius himself, that he would be well advised to withdraw, and lay down the government. And he, indeed, seeing the mutinous movements of the army to be only too consistent with what they said, privately got away, disguised in a broad hat, and a common soldier’s coat. So Pyrrhus became master of the army without fighting, and was declared king of the Macedonians.
After this battle, Pyrrhus returned home triumphantly, enjoying his fame and reputation. The Epirots called him “Eagle,” to which he replied, “I am an eagle because of you; how could I not be when I have your arms as wings to support me?” Soon after, hearing that Demetrius was seriously ill, he suddenly invaded Macedonia with the intention of just causing trouble and raiding the area. However, he nearly seized everything and could have taken the kingdom without a fight. He marched as far as Edessa without resistance, with many people deserting Demetrius and joining him. This threat put Demetrius in a panic, and his friends and commanders quickly gathered a significant army. With their combined forces, they launched an attack on Pyrrhus, who, only there to plunder, refused to engage in battle and retreated, losing part of his army to the Macedonian pursuit. Despite easily pushing Pyrrhus out of the country, Demetrius did not underestimate him. He aimed to reclaim his father’s kingdom with an army of 100,000 men and a fleet of 500 ships. He neither wanted to get entangled with Pyrrhus nor leave the Macedonians as an active threat. Since he didn’t have time to carry on a war with him, he decided to negotiate peace and focus his efforts on the other kings. Once the terms were agreed upon, Demetrius’ plans quickly became apparent through the scale of his preparations. Alarmed, the other kings sent ambassadors and letters to Pyrrhus, expressing their disbelief that he would let such an opportunity slip away and wait for Demetrius to act. They noted that he was currently capable of chasing Demetrius from Macedonia, who was distracted and troubled, and instead, he seemed to be waiting for Demetrius to recover and strengthen, which could bring the war right to his doorstep and force him to fight for his temples and burial sites in Molossia—especially after losing Corcyra and his wife just recently due to Demetrius’ involvement. Lanassa had taken offense at Pyrrhus for being too fond of his barbarian wives and withdrew to Corcyra. Wanting to marry a king, she invited Demetrius, knowing he was the most likely to accept such offers. So, he went there, married Lanassa, and stationed a garrison in the city. While the kings wrote to Pyrrhus, they also schemed to keep Demetrius busy while he delayed his preparations. Ptolemy set out with a large fleet, taking many Greek cities. Lysimachus invaded upper Macedonia from Thrace, and at the same time, Pyrrhus gathered his forces and marched to Beroea, expecting that Demetrius, collecting his troops against Lysimachus, would leave the lower regions unguarded. That very night, he dreamt he was called by Alexander the Great. Approaching, he found him sick in bed but greeted with kindness and respect, promising to offer strong support. When Pyrrhus boldly replied, “How, Sir, can you help me when you’re sick?” Alexander answered, “With my name,” and, mounting a Nisaean horse, appeared to lead the way. This vision reassured him, and with rapid marches, he crossed all the areas in between, captured Beroea, and established his base there, bringing the rest of the region under control through his commanders. When Demetrius learned about this and saw that the Macedonians were on the verge of mutiny in his army, he was hesitant to move forward, fearing that by getting closer to Lysimachus, who was a renowned Macedonian king, they might defect to him. So, he turned back and marched straight toward Pyrrhus as a stranger, despised by the Macedonians. While encamped nearby, many soldiers from Beroea praised Pyrrhus as an unbeatable warrior, a glorious fighter who treated captives kindly. Pyrrhus secretly sent some of his men, masquerading as Macedonians, telling them that now was the time to free themselves from Demetrius' harsh rule by joining Pyrrhus, a gracious prince who cared for his soldiers. This tactic stirred up significant excitement among the troops, and they began looking around for Pyrrhus. It happened that he was without his helmet until he realized they didn’t recognize him, so he put it back on and was quickly recognized by his tall crest and the goat’s horns atop it. The Macedonians rushed to him, asking for his password, and some even placed oak branches on their heads after seeing them worn by his soldiers. Some even had the audacity to advise Demetrius to back off and give up his rule. Seeing the stormy mood of the army align with their words, he slipped away disguised in a wide-brimmed hat and a common soldier’s cloak. Thus, Pyrrhus took control of the army without fighting and was declared king of the Macedonians.
But Lysimachus now arriving, and claiming the defeat of Demetrius as the joint exploit of them both, and that therefore the kingdom should be shared between them, Pyrrhus, not as yet quite assured of the Macedonians, and in doubt of their faith, consented to the proposition of Lysimachus, and divided the country and cities between them accordingly. This was for the present useful, and prevented a war; but shortly after they found the partition not so much a peaceful settlement, as an occasion of further complaint and difference. For men whose ambition neither seas nor mountains, nor unpeopled deserts can limit, nor the bounds dividing Europe from Asia confine their vast desires, it would be hard to expect to forbear from injuring one another when they touch, and are close together. These are ever naturally at war, envying and seeking advantages of one another, and merely make use of those two words, peace and war, like current coin, to serve their occasions, not as justice but as expediency suggests, and are really better men when they openly enter on a war, than when they give to the mere forbearance from doing wrong, for want of opportunity, the sacred names of justice and friendship. Pyrrhus was an instance of this; for setting himself against the rise of Demetrius again, and endeavoring to hinder the recovery of his power, as it were from a kind of sickness, he assisted the Greeks, and came to Athens, where, having ascended the Acropolis, he offered sacrifice to the goddess, and the same day came down again, and told the Athenians he was much gratified by the good-will and the confidence they had shown to him; but if they were wise, he advised them never to let any king come thither again, or open their city gates to him. He concluded also a peace with Demetrius, but shortly after he was gone into Asia, at the persuasion of Lysimachus, he tampered with the Thessalians to revolt, and besieged his cities in Greece; finding he could better preserve the attachment of the Macedonians in war than in peace, and being of his own inclination not much given to rest. At last, after Demetrius had been overthrown in Syria, Lysimachus, who had secured his affairs, and had nothing to do, immediately turned his whole forces upon Pyrrhus, who was in quarters at Edessa, and falling upon and seizing his convoy of provisions, brought first a great scarcity into the army; then partly by letters, partly by spreading rumors abroad, he corrupted the principal officers of the Macedonians, reproaching them that they had made one their master who was both a stranger and descended from those who had ever been servants to the Macedonians, and that they had thrust the old friends and familiars of Alexander out of the country. The Macedonian soldiers being much prevailed upon, Pyrrhus withdrew himself with his Epirots and auxiliary forces, relinquishing Macedon just after the same manner he took it. So little reason have kings to condemn popular governments for changing sides as suits their interests, as in this they do but imitate them who are the great instructors of unfaithfulness and treachery; holding him the wisest that makes the least account of being an honest man.
But when Lysimachus arrived and claimed that the defeat of Demetrius was a joint effort, insisting that they should share the kingdom, Pyrrhus, still uncertain about the support of the Macedonians and doubtful of their loyalty, agreed to Lysimachus’s proposal and split the region and cities between them. This arrangement was useful for the moment and avoided war, but soon they discovered that the division was less of a peaceful settlement and more of a source of complaints and conflicts. For those whose ambitions are not limited by seas, mountains, or uninhabited deserts, nor confined by the borders separating Europe from Asia, it’s hard to expect them to refrain from harming each other when they are in close proximity. Such individuals are naturally at war, constantly envious and looking for advantages over one another, using the terms "peace" and "war" like currency to serve their interests, not out of justice but for convenience, often appearing more honorable when engaged in open conflict than when they simply avoid wrongdoing due to lack of opportunity while claiming the sacred titles of justice and friendship. Pyrrhus was a prime example; he opposed Demetrius's resurgence, aiming to block his return to power as if recovering from an illness. He aided the Greeks and went to Athens, where he ascended the Acropolis, made sacrifices to the goddess, and then came down the same day to express his gratitude for the goodwill and trust the Athenians had shown him. He warned them that if they were smart, they should never allow another king to enter or open their gates to him again. He also made peace with Demetrius, but shortly after he went to Asia at Lysimachus's urging, he stirred up the Thessalians to revolt and besieged his cities in Greece, finding it easier to maintain the loyalty of the Macedonians in war than in peace, and he was naturally not inclined to rest. Eventually, after Demetrius had been defeated in Syria, Lysimachus, having secured his own situation and with nothing else to do, turned all his forces against Pyrrhus, who was stationed at Edessa. He cut off Pyrrhus’s supply lines, initially causing great scarcity for the army. Then, partly through letters and partly by spreading rumors, he undermined the leading officers of the Macedonians, accusing them of making a foreigner their master—a descendant of those who had always been servants to the Macedonians—and of excluding the old allies and friends of Alexander from the kingdom. The Macedonian soldiers were swayed by these arguments, prompting Pyrrhus to withdraw with his Epirot and auxiliary forces, leaving Macedon just as he had taken it. Kings have little reason to criticize popular governments for switching sides when it suits their interests, as they merely imitate those who are the prime examples of disloyalty and treachery, regarding the one who cares least about being honest as the wisest.
Pyrrhus having thus retired into Epirus, and left Macedon, fortune gave him a fair occasion of enjoying himself in quiet, and peaceably governing his own subjects; but he who thought it a nauseous course of life not to be doing mischief to others, or receiving some from them, like Achilles, could not endure repose,
Pyrrhus, having withdrawn to Epirus and left Macedon, found himself in a great position to relax and peacefully lead his own people. However, he, like Achilles, believed that living without causing trouble for others or facing trouble himself was an unbearable way to live, so he couldn’t stand the idea of rest.
— But sat and languished far,
Desiring battle and the shout of war,
— But sat and wasted away,
Longing for battle and the roar of war,
and gratified his inclination by the following pretext for new troubles. The Romans were at war with the Tarentines, who, not being able to go on with the war, nor yet, through the foolhardiness and the viciousness of their popular speakers, to come to terms and give it up, proposed now to make Pyrrhus their general, and engage him in it, as of all the neighboring kings the most at leisure, and the most skillful as a commander. The more grave and discreet citizens opposing these counsels, were partly overborne by the noise and violence of the multitude; while others, seeing this, absented themselves from the assemblies; only one Meton, a very sober man, on the day this public decree was to be ratified, when the people were now seating themselves, came dancing into the assembly like one quite drunk, with a withered garland and a small lamp in his hand, and a woman playing on a flute before him. And as in great multitudes met at such popular assemblies, no decorum can be well observed, some clapped him, others laughed, none forbade him, but called to the woman to play, and to him to sing to the company, and when they thought he was going to do so, “’Tis only right of you, O men of Tarentum,” he said, “not to hinder any from making themselves merry, that have a mind to it, while it is yet in their power; and if you are wise, you will take out your pleasure of your freedom while you can, for you must change your course of life, and follow other diet when Pyrrhus comes to town.” These words made a great impression upon many of the Tarentines, and a confused murmur went about, that he had spoken much to the purpose; but some who feared they should be sacrificed if a peace were made with the Romans, reviled the whole assembly for so tamely suffering themselves to be abused by a drunken sot, and crowding together upon Meton, thrust him out. So the public order was passed, and ambassadors sent into Epirus, not only in their own names, but in those of all the Italian Greeks, carrying presents to Pyrrhus, and letting him know they wanted a general of reputation and experience; and that they could furnish him with large forces of Lucanians, Messapians, Samnites, and Tarentines, amounting to twenty thousand horse, and three hundred and fifty thousand foot. This did not only quicken Pyrrhus, but raised an eager desire for the expedition in the Epirots.
and satisfied his desire by using the following excuse for new troubles. The Romans were at war with the Tarentines, who, unable to continue the fight, and too reckless and manipulative due to their popular speakers to settle things or give it up, decided to make Pyrrhus their general. They engaged him because he was the most available and skilled commander among all the neighboring kings. The more serious and sensible citizens who opposed this idea were partly overpowered by the uproar and aggression of the crowd; others, seeing this, stayed away from the assemblies. Only one man, Meton, a very sensible individual, on the day this public decree was set to be approved, entered the assembly dancing as if he were quite drunk, holding a wilted garland and a small lamp, with a woman playing a flute ahead of him. Since large crowds gathered at such public assemblies, decorum was hard to maintain. Some applauded him, others laughed, and no one stopped him, but they called for the woman to play and for him to entertain the crowd. When they thought he would do so, he said, “It’s only fair, O men of Tarentum, not to stop anyone from enjoying themselves while they still can; and if you’re wise, you’ll enjoy your freedom while it lasts because you'll have to change how you live and your diet when Pyrrhus comes to town.” His words made a significant impact on many of the Tarentines, leading to a murmur that he had spoken very well; however, some, fearing they would be sacrificed if peace was made with the Romans, criticized the whole assembly for passively allowing themselves to be insulted by a drunken fool, and they pushed Meton out. Thus, the public order was passed, and ambassadors were sent to Epirus, not only in their own names but also on behalf of all the Italian Greeks, bringing gifts to Pyrrhus and informing him that they were looking for a commander with a good reputation and experience. They also mentioned that they could provide him with a large army from the Lucanians, Messapians, Samnites, and Tarentines, totaling twenty thousand cavalry and three hundred fifty thousand infantry. This not only motivated Pyrrhus but also stirred up a strong desire for the campaign among the Epirotes.
There was one Cineas, a Thessalian, considered to be a man of very good sense, a disciple of the great orator Demosthenes, who of all that were famous at that time for speaking well, most seemed, as in a picture, to revive in the minds of the audience the memory of his force and vigor of eloquence; and being always about Pyrrhus, and sent about in his service to several cities, verified the saying of Euripides, that
There was a guy named Cineas from Thessaly, who was known for being very sensible. He was a student of the great speaker Demosthenes, who, out of all the famous orators of his time, seemed to really bring back vivid memories of his powerful and dynamic speaking style in the minds of the audience. Cineas was always around Pyrrhus and was sent to various cities for his service, confirming the saying of Euripides, that
— the force of words
Can do whate’er is done by conquering swords.
— the power of words
Can achieve whatever is accomplished by winning battles.
And Pyrrhus was used to say, that Cineas had taken more towns with his words, than he with his arms, and always did him the honor to employ him in his most important occasions. This person, seeing Pyrrhus eagerly preparing for Italy, led him one day when he was at leisure into the following reasonings: “The Romans, sir, are reported to be great warriors and conquerors of many warlike nations; if God permit us to overcome them, how should we use our victory?” “You ask,” said Pyrrhus, “a thing evident of itself. The Romans once conquered, there is neither Greek nor barbarian city that will resist us, but we shall presently be masters of all Italy, the extent and resources and strength of which anyone should rather profess to be ignorant of, than yourself.” Cineas, after a little pause, “And having subdued Italy, what shall we do next?” Pyrrhus not yet discovering his intention, “Sicily,” he replied, “next holds out her arms to receive us, a wealthy and populous island, and easy to be gained; for since Agathocles left it, only faction and anarchy, and the licentious violence of the demagogues prevail.” “You speak,” said Cineas, “what is perfectly probable, but will the possession of Sicily put an end to the war?” “God grant us,” answered Pyrrhus, “victory and success in that, and we will use these as forerunners of greater things; who could forbear from Libya and Carthage then within reach, which Agathocles, even when forced to fly from Syracuse, and passing the sea only with a few ships, had all but surprised? These conquests once perfected, will any assert that of the enemies who now pretend to despise us, anyone will dare to make further resistance?” “None,” replied Cineas, “for then it is manifest we may with such mighty forces regain Macedon, and make all absolute conquest of Greece; and when all these are in our power, what shall we do then?” Said Pyrrhus, smiling, “we will live at our ease, my dear friend, and drink all day, and divert ourselves with pleasant conversation.” When Cineas had led Pyrrhus with his argument to this point: “And what hinders us now, sir, if we have a mind to be merry, and entertain one another, since we have at hand without trouble all those necessary things, to which through much blood and great labor, and infinite hazards and mischief done to ourselves and to others, we design at last to arrive?” Such reasonings rather troubled Pyrrhus with the thought of the happiness he was quitting, than any way altered his purpose, being unable to abandon the hopes of what he so much desired.
And Pyrrhus used to say that Cineas had won more cities with his words than he had with his weapons, and he always honored him by involving him in his most important matters. One day, as Pyrrhus was eagerly preparing for Italy, Cineas took the opportunity to discuss with him: “Sir, the Romans are said to be great warriors who have conquered many fierce nations; if God allows us to defeat them, how should we handle our victory?” Pyrrhus replied, “You're asking something that's obvious. Once we conquer the Romans, there won't be a Greek or barbarian city that will resist us. We'll soon control all of Italy, the size, resources, and strength of which you, of all people, should recognize.” After a moment of thought, Cineas asked, “And once we’ve taken over Italy, what’s next?” Not fully understanding Cineas's point yet, Pyrrhus said, “Next, Sicily will welcome us with open arms. It's a wealthy and populated island that's easy to conquer; since Agathocles left, it’s only been chaos and faction fighting, with demagogues wreaking havoc.” Cineas responded, “What you’re saying is certainly plausible, but will taking Sicily end the war?” Pyrrhus answered, “God willing, we'll achieve victory there, and we’ll use it as a stepping stone to even greater things. Who could possibly resist us then, with Libya and Carthage within our reach? Agathocles almost surprised them when he had to flee from Syracuse with only a few ships. Once we complete these conquests, can anyone who currently looks down on us really say they’ll dare to oppose us again?” “No one,” said Cineas, “because it’s clear we could use our strong forces to reclaim Macedon and totally conquer Greece. And when we have all this power, what will we do then?” Pyrrhus smiled and replied, “We’ll live comfortably, my dear friend, drink all day, and enjoy great conversations.” When Cineas brought the argument to this point, he asked, “What’s stopping us now, sir, if we want to be happy and entertain each other, given that we have all the necessary things at hand without trouble, which we’ve aimed for through much bloodshed, hard work, and countless dangers and troubles caused to ourselves and others?” Such thoughts troubled Pyrrhus, making him consider the happiness he was leaving behind, but they didn’t change his determination, as he couldn’t give up on the hopes of what he so deeply desired.
And first, he sent away Cineas to the Tarentines with three thousand men; presently after, many vessels for transport of horse, and galleys, and flat-bottomed boats of all sorts arriving from Tarentum, he shipped upon them twenty elephants, three thousand horse, twenty thousand foot, two thousand archers, and five hundred slingers. All being thus in readiness, he set sail, and being half way over, was driven by the wind, blowing, contrary to the season of the year, violently from the north, and carried from his course, but by the great skill and resolution of his pilots and seamen, he made the land with infinite labor, and beyond expectation. The rest of the fleet could not get up, and some of the dispersed ships, losing the coast of Italy, were driven into the Libyan and Sicilian Sea; others not able to double the Cape of Japygium, were overtaken by the night; and with a boisterous and heavy sea, throwing them upon a dangerous and rocky shore, they were all very much disabled except the royal galley. She, while the sea bore upon her sides, resisted with her bulk and strength, and avoided the force of it, till the wind coming about, blew directly in their teeth from the shore, and the vessel keeping up with her head against it, was in danger of going to pieces; yet on the other hand, to suffer themselves to be driven off to sea again, which was thus raging and tempestuous, with the wind shifting about every way, seemed to them the most dreadful of all their present evils. Pyrrhus, rising up, threw himself overboard. His friends and guards strove eagerly who should be most ready to help him, but night and the sea with its noise and violent surge, made it extremely difficult to do this; so that hardly, when with the morning the wind began to subside, he got ashore, breathless, and weakened in body, but with high courage and strength of mind resisting his hard fortune. The Messapians, upon whose shore they were thrown by the tempest, came up eagerly to help them in the best manner they could; and some of the straggling vessels that had escaped the storm arrived; in which were a very few horse, and not quite two thousand foot, and two elephants.
And first, he sent Cineas to the Tarentines with three thousand men. Soon after, many ships for transporting horses, galleys, and all kinds of flat-bottomed boats arrived from Tarentum. He loaded twenty elephants, three thousand horses, twenty thousand foot soldiers, two thousand archers, and five hundred slingers onto them. Once everything was ready, he set sail. Halfway across, he was hit by a strong wind from the north, which was unusual for the season, and this pushed him off course. However, thanks to the great skill and determination of his pilots and crew, he managed to reach land with immense effort, beyond what anyone expected. The rest of the fleet couldn't catch up, and some scattered ships, losing sight of the Italian coast, were pushed into the Libyan and Sicilian Sea. Others, unable to get around Cape Japygium, were caught by night. With the sea being rough and stormy, they were thrown onto a dangerous, rocky shore and were mostly incapacitated except for the royal galley. That ship stood strong against the waves and managed to withstand the force of the sea until the wind shifted and blew directly at them from the shore. The vessel struggled to maintain its position against the wind, putting it at risk of breaking apart. Yet, on the other hand, being pushed back out to sea, where the water was raging and fierce with shifting winds, seemed to be the worst possible outcome they could face. Pyrrhus, seeing the situation, jumped overboard. His friends and guards rushed to help him, but the night and the roar of the waves made it extremely challenging. Finally, when morning came and the wind started to die down, he managed to reach shore, breathless and physically exhausted, but with his spirit high, defying his tough luck. The Messapians, on whose shore they had been thrown by the storm, eagerly came to assist them as best they could. A few of the straggling vessels that had escaped the storm also arrived, carrying a small number of horses, fewer than two thousand foot soldiers, and two elephants.
With these Pyrrhus marched straight to Tarentum, where Cineas, being informed of his arrival, led out the troops to meet him. Entering the town, he did nothing unpleasing to the Tarentines, nor put any force upon them, till his ships were all in harbor, and the greatest part of the army got together; but then perceiving that the people, unless some strong compulsion was used to them, were not capable either of saving others or being saved themselves, and were rather intending, while he engaged for them in the field, to remain at home bathing and feasting themselves, he first shut up the places of public exercise, and the walks where, in their idle way, they fought their country’s battles and conducted her campaigns in their talk; he prohibited likewise all festivals, revels, and drinking-parties, as unseasonable, and summoning them to arms, showed himself rigorous and inflexible in carrying out the conscription for service in the war. So that many, not understanding what it was to be commanded, left the town, calling it mere slavery not to do as they pleased. He now received intelligence that Laevinus, the Roman consul, was upon his march with a great army, and plundering Lucania as he went. The confederate forces were not come up to him, yet he thought it impossible to suffer so near an approach of an enemy, and drew out with his army, but first sent an herald to the Romans to know if before the war they would decide the differences between them and the Italian Greeks by his arbitrament and mediation. But Laevinus returning answer, that the Romans neither accepted him as arbitrator. nor feared him as an enemy, Pyrrhus advanced, and encamped in the plain between the cities of Pandosia and Heraclea, and having notice the Romans were near, and lay on the other side of the river Siris, he rode up to take a view of them, and seeing their order, the appointment of the watches, their method and the general form of their encampment, he was amazed, and addressing one of his friends next to him: “This order,” said he, “Megacles, of the barbarians, is not at all barbarian in character; we shall see presently what they can do;” and, growing a little more thoughtful of the event, resolved to expect the arriving of the confederate troops. And to hinder the Romans, if in the meantime they should endeavor to pass the river, he planted men all along the bank to oppose them. But they, hastening to anticipate the coming up of the same forces which he had determined to wait for, attempted the passage with their infantry, where it was fordable, and with the horse in several places, so that the Greeks, fearing to be surrounded, were obliged to retreat, and Pyrrhus, perceiving this and being much surprised, bade his foot officers draw their men up in line of battle, and continue in arms, while he himself, with three thousand horse, advanced, hoping to attack the Romans as they were coming over, scattered and disordered. But when he saw a vast number of shields appearing above the water, and the horse following them in good order, gathering his men in a closer body, himself at the head of them, he began the charge, conspicuous by his rich and beautiful armor, and letting it be seen that his reputation had not outgone what he was able effectually to perform. While exposing his hands and body in the fight, and bravely repelling all that engaged him, he still guided the battle with a steady and undisturbed reason, and such presence of mind, as if he had been out of the action and watching it from a distance, passing still from point to point, and assisting those whom he thought most pressed by the enemy. Here Leonnatus the Macedonian, observing one of the Italians very intent upon Pyrrhus, riding up towards him, and changing places as he did, and moving as he moved: “Do you see, sir,” said he, “that barbarian on the black horse with white feet? he seems to me one that designs some great and dangerous thing, for he looks constantly at you, and fixes his whole attention, full of vehement purpose, on you alone, taking no notice of others. Be on your guard, sir, against him.” “Leonnatus,” said Pyrrhus, “it is impossible for any man to avoid his fate; but neither he nor any other Italian shall have much satisfaction in engaging with me.” While they were in this discourse, the Italian, lowering his spear and quickening his horse, rode furiously at Pyrrhus, and run his horse through with his lance; at the same instant Leonnatus ran his through. Both horses falling, Pyrrhus’s friends surrounded him and brought him off safe, and killed the Italian, bravely defending himself. He was by birth a Frentanian, captain of a troop, and named Oplacus.
With this, Pyrrhus marched straight to Tarentum, where Cineas, hearing of his arrival, led the troops to meet him. Upon entering the town, he didn't do anything displeasing to the Tarentines or force them into anything until all his ships had arrived, and most of the army had gathered. However, noticing that the people, unless strongly compelled, weren't capable of saving others or themselves and were more interested in staying home to bathe and feast while he fought for them, he first shut down the public exercise areas and the parks where they idly discussed their country’s battles and campaigns. He also banned all festivals, parties, and drinking events, deeming them inappropriate, and summoned them to arms, showing firmness and determination in the conscription for military service. As a result, many who didn’t understand what it meant to be commanded left the town, calling it outright slavery not to do as they wished. He then received word that Laevinus, the Roman consul, was on his way with a large army, looting Lucania as he advanced. The allied forces had not yet joined him, but he felt it was unacceptable to allow an enemy to come so close and set out with his army. He first sent a herald to the Romans to ask if they would resolve their disputes with the Italian Greeks through his arbitration before the war began. Laevinus replied that the Romans neither accepted him as an arbitrator nor feared him as an enemy. Pyrrhus moved forward and camped in the plain between the cities of Pandosia and Heraclea. When he learned that the Romans were near, on the other side of the Siris river, he rode out to observe them. Seeing their formation, their watch arrangements, their tactics, and the overall setup of their camp astonished him, and he said to one of his friends next to him, "Megacles, this formation of the barbarians doesn’t appear barbaric at all; we’ll soon see what they can do." Reflecting more seriously on the situation, he decided to wait for the arrival of his allied troops. To prevent the Romans from trying to cross the river in the meantime, he stationed men all along the bank to oppose them. However, the Romans, eager to get to the reinforcements that he intended to wait for, attempted to cross with their infantry where it was shallow and with cavalry in various spots, forcing the Greeks, who feared being surrounded, to retreat. Pyrrhus, noticing this and feeling quite surprised, ordered his foot soldiers to form a battle line and stay armed, while he himself, with three thousand cavalry, advanced, hoping to attack the Romans as they crossed in a scattered and disorganized manner. But when he saw a huge number of shields appearing above the water, followed by the horsemen in good formation, he gathered his men closer together, placing himself at their front, and initiated the charge, notable for his rich and beautiful armor, proving that his reputation didn’t exceed his capability. While exposing himself in the fight and bravely fending off all challengers, he still directed the battle with a calm and collected demeanor, as if he were watching from a distance, moving from point to point and assisting those he thought were under the most pressure from the enemy. At this moment, Leonnatus the Macedonian, noticing one of the Italians focused on Pyrrhus, rode closer to him and matched his movements: “Do you see that barbarian on the black horse with white feet? He seems intent on something significant and dangerous, as he is completely focused on you and ignoring everyone else. Be cautious of him.” “Leonnatus,” replied Pyrrhus, “it’s impossible for any man to escape his fate, but neither he nor any other Italian will find much satisfaction in fighting me.” While they were talking, the Italian lowered his spear and charged fiercely at Pyrrhus, stabbing his horse with his lance at the same time Leonnatus did to his. Both horses collapsed, and Pyrrhus's friends surrounded him, ensuring his safety while they killed the Italian, who fought bravely. He was a Frentanian by birth, a captain of a troop, named Oplacus.
This made Pyrrhus use greater caution, and now seeing his horse give ground, he brought up the infantry against the enemy, and changing his scarf and his arms with Megacles, one of his friends, and, obscuring himself, as it were, in his, charged upon the Romans, who received and engaged him, and a great while the success of the battle remained undetermined; and it is said there were seven turns of fortune both of pursuing and being pursued. And the change of his arms was very opportune for the safety of his person, but had like to have overthrown his cause and lost him the victory; for several falling upon Megacles, the first that gave him his mortal wound was one Dexous, who, snatching away his helmet and his robe, rode at once to Laevinus, holding them up, and saying aloud he had killed Pyrrhus. These spoils being carried about and shown among the ranks, the Romans were transported with joy, and shouted aloud; while equal discouragement and terror prevailed among the Greeks, until Pyrrhus, understanding what had happened, rode about the army with his face bare, stretching out his hand to his soldiers, and telling them aloud it was he. At last, the elephants more particularly began to distress the Romans, whose horses, before they came near, not enduring them, went back with their riders; and upon this, he commanded the Thessalian cavalry to charge them in their disorder, and routed them with great loss. Dionysius affirms near fifteen thousand of the Romans fell; Hieronymus, no more than seven thousand. On Pyrrhus’s side, the same Dionysius makes thirteen thousand slain, the other under four thousand; but they were the flower of his men, and amongst them his particular friends as well as officers whom he most trusted and made use of. However, be possessed himself of the Romans’ camp which they deserted, and gained over several confederate cities, and wasted the country round about, and advanced so far that he was within about thirty-seven miles of Rome itself. After the fight many of the Lucanians and Samnites came in and joined him, whom he chid for their delay, but yet he was evidently well pleased and raised in his thoughts, that he had defeated so great an army of the Romans with the assistance of the Tarentines alone.
This made Pyrrhus more cautious, and now seeing his horse retreat, he brought in the infantry against the enemy. He swapped his scarf and armor with his friend Megacles, disguising himself, and charged at the Romans, who engaged him. For a long time, the outcome of the battle was uncertain; it's said there were seven shifts in fortune, with both sides pursuing and being pursued. The change of his armor was fortunate for his safety, but nearly cost him the battle. Several soldiers attacked Megacles, and the first to mortally wound him was a man named Dexous. He seized Megacles's helmet and robe, rode straight to Laevinus, holding them up and loudly claiming he had killed Pyrrhus. With these trophies being paraded around, the Romans were overjoyed and cheered loudly, while equal discouragement and fear spread among the Greeks, until Pyrrhus, understanding what had happened, rode through the army with his face uncovered, reaching out to his soldiers and proclaiming that it was him. Eventually, the elephants started to put pressure on the Romans, whose horses, unable to handle them before they got close, turned back with their riders. Seeing this, he ordered the Thessalian cavalry to charge at them in their confusion, which led to a significant defeat for the Romans. Dionysius claims about fifteen thousand Romans fell; Hieronymus states it was no more than seven thousand. On Pyrrhus's side, Dionysius records thirteen thousand dead, while the other says less than four thousand; however, these were his best troops, including his close friends and most trusted officers. Nonetheless, he took control of the Roman camp, which they abandoned, won over several allied cities, devastated the surrounding area, and advanced to within about thirty-seven miles of Rome itself. After the battle, many from Lucania and Samnium came to join him, whom he scolded for their delay, but he was clearly pleased and uplifted, having defeated such a large Roman army with only the help of the Tarentines.
The Romans did not remove Laevinus from the consulship; though it is told that Caius Fabricius said, that the Epirots had not beaten the Romans, but only Pyrrhus, Laevinus; insinuating that their loss was not through want of valor but of conduct; but filled up their legions, and enlisted fresh men with all speed, talking high and boldly of war, which struck Pyrrhus with amazement. He thought it advisable by sending first to make an experiment whether they had any inclination to treat, thinking that to take the city and make an absolute conquest was no work for such an army as his was at that time, but to settle a friendship, and bring them to terms, would be highly honorable after his victory. Cineas was dispatched away, and applied himself to several of the great ones, with presents for themselves and their ladies from the king; but not a person would receive any, and answered, as well men as women, that if an agreement were publicly concluded, they also should be ready, for their parts, to express their regard to the king. And Cineas, discoursing; with the senate in the most persuasive and obliging manner in the world, yet was not heard with kindness or inclination, although Pyrrhus offered also to return all the prisoners he had taken in the fight without ransom, and promised his assistance for the entire conquest of all Italy, asking only their friendship for himself, and security for the Tarentines, and nothing further. Nevertheless, most were well-inclined to a peace, having already received one great defeat, and fearing another from an additional force of the native Italians, now joining with Pyrrhus. At this point Appius Claudius, a man of great distinction, but who, because of his great age and loss of sight, had declined the fatigue of public business, after these propositions had been made by the king, hearing a report that the senate was ready to vote the conditions of peace, could not forbear, but commanding his servants to take him up, was carried in his chair through the forum to the senate house. When he was set down at the door, his sons and sons-in-law took him up in their arms, and, walking close round about him, brought him into the senate. Out of reverence for so worthy a man, the whole assembly was respectfully silent.
The Romans didn't remove Laevinus from the consulship; it's said that Caius Fabricius remarked that the Epirots hadn't defeated the Romans, only Pyrrhus, implying that their defeat was due to poor strategy rather than a lack of bravery. They quickly replenished their legions and recruited new soldiers, confidently talking about war, which astonished Pyrrhus. He decided it would be wise to first send a message to see if they were open to negotiations, believing that taking the city and achieving total conquest wouldn’t be feasible with his current army. Instead, forming an alliance and securing an agreement would be a significant honor after his victory. Cineas was sent out and approached several prominent people, offering gifts from the king for them and their ladies; however, no one accepted anything. Both men and women replied that if an agreement was publicly made, they would also show their respect for the king. Despite Cineas presenting his case to the senate in the most persuasive and accommodating way possible, he received no favorable response, even though Pyrrhus offered to return all the prisoners he had taken in battle without ransom and promised his help for the complete conquest of Italy, asking only for their friendship and security for the Tarentines. Still, many were inclined toward peace, having already faced one significant defeat and fearing another against the additional forces of the native Italians now allied with Pyrrhus. At this moment, Appius Claudius, a highly respected figure who had withdrawn from public duties due to his old age and blindness, upon hearing that the senate was ready to vote on the peace terms, couldn’t hold back. He ordered his servants to lift him, and he was carried in his chair through the forum to the senate house. Once at the door, his sons and sons-in-law supported him in their arms and brought him into the senate, forming a protective circle around him. Out of respect for such a notable man, the entire assembly fell silent.
And a little after raising up himself: “I bore,” said he, “until this time, the misfortune of my eyes with some impatience, but now while I hear of these dishonorable motions and resolves of yours, destructive to the glory of Rome, it is my affliction, that being already blind, I am not deaf too. Where is now that discourse of yours that became famous in all the world, that if he, the great Alexander, had come into Italy, and dared to attack us when we were young men, and our fathers, who were then in their prime, he had not now been celebrated as invincible, but either flying hence, or falling here, had left Rome more glorious? You demonstrate now that all that was but foolish arrogance and vanity, by fearing Molossians and Chaonians, ever the Macedonian’s prey, and by trembling at Pyrrhus who was himself but a humble servant to one of Alexander’s life-guard, and comes here, not so much to assist the Greeks that inhabit among us, as to escape from his enemies at home, a wanderer about Italy, and yet dares to promise you the conquest of it all by that army which has not been able to preserve for him a little part of Macedon. Do not persuade yourselves that making him your friend is the way to send him back, it is the way rather to bring over other invaders from thence, contemning you as easy to be reduced, if Pyrrhus goes off without punishment for his outrages on you, but, on the contrary, with the reward of having enabled the Tarentines and Samnites to laugh at the Romans.” When Appius had done, eagerness for the war seized on every man, and Cineas was dismissed with this answer, that when Pyrrhus had withdrawn his forces out of Italy, then, if he pleased, they would treat with him about friendship and alliance, but while he stayed there in arms, they were resolved to prosecute the war against him with all their force, though he should have defeated a thousand Laevinuses. It is said that Cineas, while he was managing this affair, made it his business carefully to inspect the manners of the Romans, and to understand their methods of government, and having conversed with their noblest citizens, he afterwards told Pyrrhus, among other things, that the senate seemed to him an assembly of kings, and as for the people, he feared lest it might prove that they were fighting with a Lernaean hydra, for the consul had already raised twice as large an army as the former, and there were many times over the same number of Romans able to bear arms.
And a little after raising himself up, he said, “I’ve tolerated the misfortune of my eyes for quite a while, but now that I hear about your dishonorable actions and plans that threaten the glory of Rome, I regret that, being already blind, I’m not also deaf. Where is that famous talk of yours—that if the great Alexander had come to Italy and dared to attack us when we were young men, and our fathers were in their prime, he wouldn’t be celebrating as invincible today? Instead, he would have either fled or fallen here, leaving Rome even more glorious. You now show that all that was just foolish pride and vanity by being afraid of the Molossians and Chaonians, who were always the Macedonian’s prey, and by trembling at Pyrrhus, who is just a lowly servant to one of Alexander’s bodyguards and comes here, not so much to help the Greeks living among us, but to escape his enemies back home—a wanderer in Italy—yet he dares to promise you the conquest of it all with an army that couldn't even hold onto a small part of Macedon. Don’t fool yourselves into thinking that making him your ally will send him away; instead, it will invite other invaders who will see you as easy to conquer if Pyrrhus leaves without facing consequences for his actions against you and is instead rewarded by empowering the Tarentines and Samnites to mock the Romans.” Once Appius finished speaking, a desire for war took hold of everyone, and Cineas was told that when Pyrrhus withdrew his forces from Italy, then they would consider talking to him about friendship and alliance, but as long as he remained armed there, they were determined to wage war against him with all their might, even if he defeated a thousand Laevinuses. It’s said that while dealing with this situation, Cineas made it a point to carefully observe the customs of the Romans and to understand their government. After speaking with their most esteemed citizens, he told Pyrrhus, among other things, that the senate seemed to him like a gathering of kings, and concerning the people, he feared they might be fighting against a Lernaean hydra, for the consul had already raised an army twice the size of the previous one, and there were many times more Romans capable of bearing arms.
Then Caius Fabricius came in embassy from the Romans to treat about the prisoners that were taken, one whom Cineas had reported to be a man of highest consideration among them as an honest man and a good soldier, but extremely poor. Pyrrhus received him with much kindness, and privately would have persuaded him to accept of his gold, not for any evil purpose, but calling it a mark of respect and hospitable kindness. Upon Fabricius’s refusal, he pressed him no further, but the next day, having a mind to discompose him, as he had never seen an elephant before, he commanded one of the largest, completely armed, to be placed behind the hangings, as they were talking together. Which being done, upon a sign given the hanging was drawn aside, and the elephant, raising his trunk over the head of Fabricius, made an horrid and ugly noise. He, gently turning about and smiling, said to Pyrrhus, “neither your money yesterday, nor this beast today make any impression upon me.” At supper, amongst all sorts of things that were discoursed of, but more particularly Greece and the philosophers there, Cineas, by accident, had occasion to speak of Epicurus, and explained the opinions his followers hold about the gods and the commonwealth, and the object of life, placing the chief happiness of man in pleasure, and declining public affairs as an injury and disturbance of a happy life, removing the gods afar off both from kindness or anger, or any concern for us at all, to a life wholly without business and flowing in pleasures. Before he had done speaking, “O Hercules!” Fabricius cried out to Pyrrhus, “may Pyrrhus and the Samnites entertain themselves with this sort of opinions as long as they are in war with us.” Pyrrhus, admiring the wisdom and gravity of the man, was the more transported with desire of making friendship instead of war with the city, and entreated him, personally, after the peace should be concluded, to accept of living with him as the chief of his ministers and generals. Fabricius answered quietly, “Sir, this will not be for your advantage, for they who now honor and admire you, when they have had experience of me, will rather choose to be governed by me, than by you.” Such was Fabricius. And Pyrrhus received his answer without any resentment or tyrannic passion; nay, among his friends he highly commended the great mind of Fabricius, and entrusted the prisoners to him alone, on condition that if the senate should not vote a peace, after they had conversed with their friends and celebrated the festival of Saturn, they should be remanded. And, accordingly, they were sent back after the holidays; it being decreed pain of death for any that stayed behind.
Then Caius Fabricius arrived as an envoy from the Romans to discuss the prisoners that had been captured. One of these prisoners had been reported by Cineas to be a highly regarded person among them, known for being honest and a good soldier, though he was very poor. Pyrrhus welcomed him warmly and privately tried to persuade him to accept his gold, not for any malicious reason, but as a gesture of respect and hospitality. When Fabricius refused, Pyrrhus didn't press the matter further. The next day, wanting to unsettle Fabricius because he had never seen an elephant before, Pyrrhus ordered one of the largest elephants, fully armed, to be placed behind the curtains while they were talking. Once this was done, at a given signal, the curtains were drawn aside, and the elephant raised its trunk over Fabricius's head, making a terrifying and loud noise. Fabricius calmly turned around and smiled at Pyrrhus, saying, “Neither your money yesterday nor this beast today affect me.” At dinner, amidst various discussions, particularly about Greece and its philosophers, Cineas happened to mention Epicurus and explained what his followers believed about the gods, government, and the purpose of life, suggesting that true happiness for a person lies in pleasure and that public affairs are a hindrance to a happy life. He argued that the gods should be seen as distant, indifferent to kindness or anger, and unconcerned with human affairs, promoting a life purely of pleasure and devoid of responsibilities. Before he finished speaking, Fabricius exclaimed to Pyrrhus, “Oh Hercules! May Pyrrhus and the Samnites entertain such ideas for as long as they are at war with us.” Pyrrhus, impressed by the wisdom and seriousness of Fabricius, felt even more inclined to pursue friendship rather than war with Rome and asked him, personally, to accept a position among his top ministers and generals once peace was established. Fabricius replied calmly, “Sir, this would not be in your best interest, for those who currently honor and admire you will choose to be governed by me rather than you once they have experienced my leadership.” Such was the character of Fabricius. Pyrrhus received this response without any anger or tyrannical reaction; in fact, he praised the great mind of Fabricius among his friends and entrusted the prisoners to him alone, on the condition that if the senate chose not to vote for peace after discussing the matter with their allies and celebrating the festival of Saturn, the prisoners would be returned. Accordingly, they were sent back after the holidays, with a decree stating that anyone who remained behind would face the death penalty.
After this, Fabricius taking the consulate, a person came with a letter to the camp written by the king’s principal physician, offering to take off Pyrrhus by poison, and so end the war without further hazard to the Romans, if he might have a reward proportionable to his service. Fabricius, hating the villainy of the man, and disposing the other consul to the same opinion, sent dispatches immediately to Pyrrhus to caution him against the treason. His letter was to this effect: “Caius Fabricius and Quintus Aemilius, consuls of the Romans, to Pyrrhus the king, health. You seem to have made an ill judgment both of your friends and enemies; you will understand by reading this letter sent to us, that you are at war with honest men, and trust villains and knaves. Nor do we disclose this to you out of any favor to you, but lest your ruin might bring a reproach upon us, as if we had ended the war by treachery, as not able to do it by force.” When Pyrrhus had read the letter, and made inquiry into the treason, he punished the physician, and as an acknowledgment to the Romans sent to Rome the prisoners without ransom, and again employed Cineas to negotiate a peace for him. But they, regarding it as at once too great a kindness from an enemy, and too great a reward of not doing an ill thing to accept their prisoners so, released in return an equal number of the Tarentines and Samnites, but would admit of no debate of alliance or peace until he had removed his arms and forces out of Italy, and sailed back to Epirus with the same ships that brought him over. Afterwards, his affairs demanding a second fight, when he had refreshed his men, he decamped, and met the Romans about the city Asculum, where, however, he was much incommoded by a woody country unfit for his horse, and a swift river, so that the elephants, for want of sure treading, could not get up with the infantry. After many wounded and many killed, night put an end to the engagement. Next day, designing to make the fight on even ground, and have the elephants among the thickest of the enemy, he caused a detachment to possess themselves of those incommodious grounds, and, mixing slingers and archers among the elephants, with full strength and courage, he advanced in a close and well-ordered body. The Romans, not having those advantages of retreating and falling on as they pleased, which they had before, were obliged to fight man to man upon plain ground, and, being anxious to drive back the infantry before the elephants could get up, they fought fiercely with their swords among the Macedonian spears, not sparing themselves, thinking only to wound and kill, without regard of what they suffered. After a long and obstinate fight, the first giving ground is reported to have been where Pyrrhus himself engaged with extraordinary courage; but they were most carried away by the overwhelming force of the elephants, not being able to make use of their valor, but overthrown as it were by the irruption of a sea or an earthquake, before which it seemed better to give way than to die without doing anything, and not gain the least advantage by suffering the utmost extremity, the retreat to their camp not being far. Hieronymus says, there fell six thousand of the Romans, and of Pyrrhus’s men, the king’s own commentaries reported three thousand five hundred and fifty lost in this action. Dionysius, however, neither gives any account of two engagements at Asculum, nor allows the Romans to have been certainly beaten, stating that once only, after they had fought till sunset, both armies were unwillingly separated by the night, Pyrrhus being wounded by a javelin in the arm, and his baggage plundered by the Samnites, that in all there died of Pyrrhus’s men and the Romans above fifteen thousand. The armies separated; and, it is said, Pyrrhus replied to one that gave him joy of his victory, that one other such would utterly undo him. For he had lost a great part of the forces he brought with him, and almost all his particular friends and principal commanders; there were no others there to make recruits, and he found the confederates in Italy backward. On the other hand, as from a fountain continually flowing out of the city, the Roman camp was quickly and plentifully filled up with fresh men, not at all abating in courage for the losses they sustained, but even from their very anger gaining new force and resolution to go on with the war.
After this, Fabricius took office as consul, and a person arrived at the camp with a letter written by the king’s chief physician. The letter offered to assassinate Pyrrhus with poison, suggesting that this would end the war without further risk to the Romans, provided the physician received a reward appropriate to his service. Fabricius, disgusted by this treachery, persuaded the other consul to share his view and immediately sent a warning to Pyrrhus about the betrayal. His letter said: “Caius Fabricius and Quintus Aemilius, consuls of the Romans, to Pyrrhus the king, greetings. You seem to have misjudged both your friends and your enemies; this letter, sent to us, shows that you are at war with honest men while trusting in villains and scoundrels. We are not revealing this to you out of any favor towards you, but to prevent your downfall from bringing shame on us, as if we had ended the war through treachery, unable to do so by force.” After reading the letter and investigating the conspiracy, Pyrrhus punished the physician. As a gesture of goodwill towards the Romans, he sent prisoners back to Rome without ransom and appointed Cineas to negotiate peace on his behalf. However, the Romans viewed this as both an overly generous act from an enemy and too great a reward for simply not acting badly, so they released an equal number of Tarentines and Samnites in return but refused to discuss an alliance or peace until he withdrew his troops and returned to Epirus on the same ships that brought him. Later, with his situation requiring another battle, he refreshed his troops, broke camp, and confronted the Romans near the city of Asculum. However, he faced difficulties due to dense woods unsuitable for cavalry and a swift river, which prevented his elephants from advancing alongside the infantry. After many were wounded and killed, night ended the battle. The next day, aiming to fight on more favorable ground and have the elephants among the thick of the enemy, he deployed a detachment to secure those troublesome areas, mixing slingers and archers with the elephants. With full strength and determination, he advanced in a tight and organized formation. The Romans, lacking the ability to retreat and strike as they had before, were forced to fight face-to-face on open ground. Desperate to push back the infantry before the elephants could engage, they fought fiercely with their swords among the Macedonian spears, disregarding their own safety in their efforts to injure and kill. After a long and intense fight, it is reported that the first to give ground was where Pyrrhus himself fought bravely; however, they were mostly overwhelmed by the sheer force of the elephants, unable to use their bravery effectively and overwhelmed as though faced with a flood or an earthquake. It seemed better to retreat than to die without achieving anything, especially as their camp was not far off. Hieronymus states that six thousand Romans fell, while Pyrrhus’s own records reported three thousand five hundred and fifty casualties on his side during this battle. Dionysius does not account for two battles at Asculum and claims the Romans were not definitively defeated, stating that after fighting until sunset, both armies reluctantly parted as night fell, with Pyrrhus wounded in the arm by a javelin and his supplies plundered by the Samnites. He claims that in total, the dead from both sides exceeded fifteen thousand. The armies separated, and it is said that Pyrrhus replied to someone congratulating him on his victory that one more victory like that would completely ruin him, as he had lost a significant part of the forces he brought and nearly all of his close friends and top commanders; there were no reinforcements available, and he found his allies in Italy reluctant to help. Conversely, the Roman camp, like a constantly flowing fountain, quickly replenished with fresh soldiers, who did not lose courage despite their losses, instead drawing strength and determination from their anger to continue the war.
Among these difficulties he fell again into new hopes and projects distracting his purposes. For at the same time some persons arrived from Sicily, offering into his hands the cities of Agrigentum, Syracuse, and Leontini, and begging his assistance to drive out the Carthaginians, and rid the island of tyrants; and others brought him news out of Greece that Ptolemy, called Ceraunus, was slain in a fight, and his army cut in pieces by the Gauls, and that now, above all others, was his time to offer himself to the Macedonians, in great need of a king. Complaining much of fortune for bringing him so many occasions of great things all together at a time, and thinking that to have both offered to him, was to lose one of them, he was doubtful, balancing in his thoughts. But the affairs of Sicily seeming to hold out the greater prospects, Africa lying so near, he turned himself to them, and presently dispatched away Cineas, as he used to do, to make terms beforehand with the cities. Then he placed a garrison in Tarentum, much to the Tarentines’ discontent, who required him either to perform what he came for, and continue with them in a war against the Romans, or leave the city as he found it. He returned no pleasing answer, but commanded them to be quiet and attend his time, and so sailed away. Being arrived in Sicily, what he had designed in his hopes was confirmed effectually, and the cities frankly surrendered to him; and wherever his arms and force were necessary, nothing at first made any considerable resistance. For advancing with thirty thousand foot, and twenty-five hundred horse, and two hundred ships, he totally routed the Phoenicians, and overran their whole province, and Eryx being the strongest town they held, and having a great garrison in it, he resolved to take it by storm. The army being in readiness to give the assault, he put on his arms, and coming to the head of his men, made a vow of plays and sacrifices in honor to Hercules, if he signalized himself in that day’s action before the Greeks that dwelt in Sicily, as became his great descent and his fortunes. The sign being given by sound of trumpet, he first scattered the barbarians with his shot, and then brought his ladders to the wall, and was the first that mounted upon it himself, and, the enemy appearing in great numbers, he beat them back; some he threw down from the walls on each side, others he laid dead in a heap round about him with his sword, nor did he receive the least wound, but by his very aspect inspired terror in the enemy; and gave a clear demonstration that Homer was in the right, and pronounced according to the truth of fact, that fortitude alone, of all the virtues, is wont to display itself in divine transports and frenzies. The city being taken, he offered to Hercules most magnificently, and exhibited all varieties of shows and plays.
Amidst these challenges, he found himself swept up in new hopes and plans that distracted him from his goals. At the same time, some people arrived from Sicily, offering him the cities of Agrigentum, Syracuse, and Leontini, and asking for his help to drive out the Carthaginians and free the island from tyrants. Others brought news from Greece that Ptolemy, known as Ceraunus, had been killed in battle, and his army was defeated by the Gauls. They said now was the perfect time for him to present himself to the Macedonians, who were in desperate need of a king. Frustrated by fortune for presenting him with so many great opportunities all at once, he felt that being offered both options meant he would lose one. He hesitated, weighing his thoughts. However, since the affairs in Sicily seemed more promising and Africa was so close, he decided to focus on them and quickly sent Cineas, as usual, to negotiate terms with the cities in advance. He then stationed a garrison in Tarentum, much to the discontent of the Tarentines, who demanded he either follow through with his intentions and continue the war against the Romans or leave the city as he found it. His response was unsatisfactory; he ordered them to stay calm and wait for his timing, then he set sail. Upon arriving in Sicily, everything he hoped for was confirmed, and the cities willingly surrendered to him; initially, no significant resistance was offered wherever his forces were needed. With an army of thirty thousand infantry, two thousand five hundred cavalry, and two hundred ships, he completely defeated the Phoenicians and overran their entire province. Eryx, the strongest town they held and heavily fortified, was his target for a storming attack. With his army ready for the assault, he donned his armor and, at the front of his men, vowed to perform games and sacrifices in honor of Hercules if he distinguished himself in that day's battle before the Greeks living in Sicily, which matched his noble lineage and fortunes. Once the signal was given with the sound of a trumpet, he first disrupted the enemy with his missiles, then positioned his ladders against the wall, and was the first to climb up. As the enemy appeared in large numbers, he pushed them back; some he hurled off the walls while others he killed with his sword. He suffered no wounds and instead struck fear into the enemy just by his presence. This clearly demonstrated that Homer was right in stating, according to the truth of experience, that courage, more than any other virtue, often shows itself in divine ecstasies and frenzies. After capturing the city, he offered magnificent sacrifices to Hercules and showcased various games and performances.
A sort of barbarous people about Messena, called Mamertines, gave much trouble to the Greeks, and put several of them under contribution. These being numerous and valiant (from whence they had their name, equivalent in the Latin tongue to warlike), he first intercepted the collectors of the contribution money, and cut them off, then beat them in open fight, and destroyed many of their places of strength. The Carthaginians being now inclined to composition, and offering him a round sum of money, and to furnish him with shipping, if a peace were concluded, he told them plainly, aspiring still to greater things, there was but one way for a friendship and right understanding between them, if they, wholly abandoning Sicily, would consent to make the African sea the limit between them and the Greeks. And being elevated with his good fortune, and the strength of his forces, and pursuing those hopes in prospect of which he first sailed thither, his immediate aim was at Africa; and as he had abundance of shipping, but very ill equipped, he collected seamen, not by fair and gentle dealing with the cities, but by force in a haughty and insolent way, and menacing them with punishments. And as at first he had not acted thus, but had been unusually indulgent and kind, ready to believe, and uneasy to none; now of a popular leader becoming a tyrant by these severe proceedings, he got the name of an ungrateful and a faithless man. However, they gave way to these things as necessary, although they took them very ill from him; and especially when he began to show suspicion of Thoenon and Sosistratus, men of the first position in Syracuse, who invited him over into Sicily, and when he was come, put the cities into his power, and were most instrumental in all he had done there since his arrival, whom he now would neither suffer to be about his person, nor leave at home; and when Sosistratus out of fear withdrew himself, and then he charged Thoenon, as in a conspiracy with the other, and put him to death, with this all his prospects changed, not by little and little, nor in a single place only, but a mortal hatred being raised in the cities against him, some fell off to the Carthaginians, others called in the Mamertines. And seeing revolts in all places, and desires of alteration, and a potent faction against him, at the same time he received letters from the Samnites and Tarentines, who were beaten quite out of the field, and scarce able to secure their towns against the war, earnestly begging his help. This served as a color to make his relinquishing Sicily no flight, nor a despair of good success; but in truth not being able to manage Sicily, which was as a ship laboring in a storm, and willing to be out of her, he suddenly threw himself over into Italy. It is reported that at his going off he looked back upon the island, and said to those about him, “How brave a field of war do we leave, my friends, for the Romans and Carthaginians to fight in,” which, as he then conjectured, fell out indeed not long after.
A group of fierce people around Messena, called the Mamertines, caused a lot of trouble for the Greeks and demanded tributes from several of them. These Mamertines were numerous and strong (hence their name, meaning warlike in Latin). He first intercepted the tax collectors and took them out, then defeated them in battle, destroying many of their strongholds. The Carthaginians, now looking to negotiate and offering him a large sum of money along with ships if peace could be made, he frankly told them that there was only one way to establish a friendship and understanding between them: if they completely abandoned Sicily and agreed to make the African Sea the border between them and the Greeks. Feeling confident from his success and the strength of his forces, and driven by his initial ambitions for which he had first sailed there, he aimed directly at Africa. Even though he had plenty of ships, they were poorly equipped. He gathered sailors not through friendly negotiations with the cities, but by forcefully intimidating them and threatening punishments. Initially, he had been indulgent and kind, willing to trust people and not causing trouble for anyone; now, however, by becoming tyrannical through harsh actions, he earned a reputation for being ungrateful and untrustworthy. Nevertheless, people accepted these changes as necessary, though they resented him for it, especially when he began to be suspicious of Thoenon and Sosistratus, prominent men in Syracuse who had invited him to Sicily, helped him gain control over the cities, and had been crucial to all his achievements since arriving. He no longer allowed them to be around him or stay at home. When Sosistratus withdrew out of fear, he accused Thoenon of conspiring with him and executed him. After that, everything took a turn for the worse, not gradually or just in one place, but a deep hatred toward him arose in the cities; some allied with the Carthaginians while others called in the Mamertines. With revolts springing up everywhere, and facing strong opposition, he simultaneously received letters from the Samnites and Tarentines, who had been completely defeated and barely able to defend their towns against the war, urgently requesting his assistance. This provided a cover for him to leave Sicily, not as a retreat or a sign of hopelessness, but in reality, unable to handle the turbulence of Sicily, he wished to escape it and suddenly moved to Italy. It is said that as he left, he looked back at the island and told those around him, “What a great battlefield we leave for the Romans and Carthaginians to fight over,” which, as he had predicted, indeed happened not long after.
When he was sailing off, the barbarians having conspired together, he was forced to a fight with the Carthaginians in the very road, and lost many of his ships; with the rest he fled into Italy. There, about one thousand Mamertines, who had crossed the sea a little before, though afraid to engage him in open field, setting upon him where the passages were difficult, put the whole army in confusion. Two elephants fell, and a great part of his rear was cut off. He, therefore, coming up in person, repulsed the enemy, but ran into great danger among men long trained and bold in war. His being wounded in the head with a sword, and retiring a little out of the fight, much increased their confidence, and one of them advancing a good way before the rest, large of body and in bright armor, with an haughty voice challenged him to come forth if he were alive. Pyrrhus, in great anger, broke away violently from his guards, and, in his fury, besmeared with blood, terrible to look upon, made his way through his own men, and struck the barbarian on the head with his sword such a blow, as with the strength of his arm, and the excellent temper of the weapon, passed downward so far that his body being cut asunder fell in two pieces. This stopped the course of the barbarians, amazed and confounded at Pyrrhus, as one more than man; so that continuing his march all the rest of the way undisturbed, he arrived at Tarentum with twenty thousand foot and three thousand horse, where, reinforcing himself with the choicest troops of the Tarentines, he advanced immediately against the Romans, who then lay encamped in the territories of the Samnites, whose affairs were extremely shattered, and their counsels broken, having been in many fights beaten by the Romans. There was also a discontent amongst them at Pyrrhus for his expedition into Sicily, so that not many came in to join him.
As he was setting sail, the barbarians banded together, and he was forced to fight the Carthaginians right in the harbor, losing many of his ships; with the rest, he fled to Italy. There, about a thousand Mamertines, who had crossed the sea just before, though scared to face him openly, attacked him in difficult terrain, throwing his whole army into chaos. Two elephants were lost, and a significant part of his rear guard was cut off. He then stepped in personally to push back the enemy, but found himself in serious danger against seasoned and bold warriors. When he was wounded in the head by a sword and temporarily pulled back from the fight, it boosted their confidence. One of the enemy fighters, large and in shining armor, arrogantly challenged him to come out if he was alive. In a fit of rage, Pyrrhus broke free from his guards, looking terrifying, covered in blood, and fought his way through his own troops, striking the barbarian on the head with such force that the strength of his arm and the fine quality of his sword split the body in two. This shocked and paralyzed the barbarians, who saw Pyrrhus as something more than human, allowing him to continue his march all the way to Tarentum without further interruption. He arrived with twenty thousand infantry and three thousand cavalry, then quickly reinforced his army with the best troops from the Tarentines before advancing against the Romans, who were encamped in the territories of the Samnites. The Samnites were in disarray after being beaten in several battles by the Romans, and many of them were also unhappy with Pyrrhus for his campaign in Sicily, resulting in only a few joining him.
He divided his army into two parts, and dispatched the first into Lucania to oppose one of the consuls there, so that he should not come in to assist the other; the rest he led against Manius Curius, who had posted himself very advantageously near Beneventum, and expected the other consul’s forces, and partly because the priests had dissuaded him by unfavorable omens, was resolved to remain inactive. Pyrrhus, hastening to attack these before the other could arrive, with his best men, and the most serviceable elephants, marched in the night toward their camp. But being forced to go round about, and through a very woody country, their lights failed them, and the soldiers lost their way. A council of war being called, while they were in debate, the night was spent, and, at the break of day, his approach, as he came down the hills, was discovered by the enemy, and put the whole camp into disorder and tumult. But the sacrifices being auspicious, and the time absolutely obliging them to fight, Manius drew his troops out of the trenches, and attacked the vanguard, and, having routed them all, put the whole army into consternation, so that many were cut off, and some of the elephants taken. This success drew on Manius into the level plain, and here, in open battle, he defeated part of the enemy; but, in other quarters, finding himself overpowered by the elephants and forced back to his trenches, he commanded out those who were left to guard them, a numerous body, standing thick at the ramparts, all in arms and fresh. These coming down from their strong position, and charging the elephants, forced them to retire; and they in the flight turning back upon their own men, caused great disorder and confusion, and gave into the hands of the Romans the victory, and the future supremacy. Having obtained from these efforts and these contests the feeling, as well as the fame of invincible strength, they at once reduced Italy under their power, and not long after Sicily too.
He split his army into two parts and sent the first group to Lucania to confront one of the consuls there, preventing him from helping the other. He led the rest against Manius Curius, who had positioned himself quite advantageously near Beneventum. Manius was hesitant to act, partly because the priests warned him against it due to bad omens. Pyrrhus rushed to attack before the other could arrive, taking his best troops and most effective elephants, marching toward their camp at night. However, as they had to navigate through a dense forest, their lights went out, and the soldiers lost their way. When a council of war was called, their discussion lasted until dawn, and as he descended from the hills, the enemy spotted him, causing chaos in their camp. But with favorable sacrifices and the need to engage in battle, Manius brought his troops out of the trenches and attacked the front line. He routed them completely, causing panic in the entire army, resulting in many losses and some elephants being captured. This success encouraged Manius to advance into the open plains, where he initially defeated part of the enemy. However, he soon found himself overwhelmed by the elephants and was driven back to his trenches. He ordered the remaining soldiers guarding them, a large force standing firmly at the ramparts, to charge down. They descended from their strong position and attacked the elephants, forcing them to retreat. In their flight, the elephants turned back on their own forces, creating widespread disorder and confusion and handing the Romans the victory and future dominance. From these efforts and battles, they gained not only a reputation for invincible strength but also brought all of Italy under their control, and soon after, Sicily as well.
Thus fell Pyrrhus from his Italian and Sicilian hopes, after he had consumed six years in these wars, and though unsuccessful in his affairs, yet preserved his courage unconquerable among all these misfortunes, and was held, for military experience, and personal valor and enterprise much the bravest of all the princes of his time, only what he got by great actions he lost again by vain hopes, and by new desires of what he had not, kept nothing of what he had. So that Antigonus used to compare him to a player with dice, who had excellent throws, but knew not how to use them. He returned into Epirus with eight thousand foot and five hundred horse, and for want of money to pay them, was fain to look out for a new war to maintain the army. Some of the Gauls joining him, he invaded Macedonia, where Antigonus, son of Demetrius, governed, designing merely to plunder and waste the country. But after he had made himself master of several towns, and two thousand men came over to him, he began to hope for something greater, and adventured upon Antigonus himself, and meeting him at a narrow passage, put the whole army in disorder. The Gauls, who brought up Antigonus’s rear, were very numerous and stood firm, but after a sharp encounter, the greatest part of them were cut off, and they who had the charge of the elephants being surrounded every way, delivered up both themselves and the beasts. Pyrrhus, taking this advantage, and advising more with his good fortune than his reason, boldly set upon the main body of the Macedonian foot, already surprised with fear, and troubled at the former loss. They declined any action or engagement with him; and he, holding out his hand and calling aloud both to the superior and under officers by name, brought over the foot from Antigonus, who, flying away secretly, was only able to retain some of the seaport towns. Pyrrhus, among all these kindnesses of fortune, thinking what he had effected against the Gauls the most advantageous for his glory, hung up their richest and goodliest spoils in the temple of Minerva Itonis, with this inscription: —
Thus fell Pyrrhus from his hopes in Italy and Sicily after spending six years in these wars. Although he was unsuccessful in his pursuits, he maintained his courage despite all these misfortunes. He was regarded as the bravest of all the princes of his time for his military experience, personal courage, and initiative. However, what he gained through great deeds he lost through empty hopes and new desires for what he didn't have, leaving him with nothing. Antigonus used to compare him to a dice player who had great rolls but didn’t know how to use them. He returned to Epirus with eight thousand infantry and five hundred cavalry, and lacking money to pay them, he felt compelled to look for a new conflict to support his army. Some of the Gauls joined him, and he invaded Macedonia, where Antigonus, son of Demetrius, was in charge, intending merely to plunder and ravage the land. After taking control of several towns and gaining two thousand troops, he began to hope for something greater and decided to confront Antigonus himself. When he met him at a narrow pass, he caused chaos in the whole army. The Gauls, who were at the back of Antigonus’s forces, were numerous and resolute, but after a fierce battle, most of them were cut down, and those in charge of the elephants, surrounded on all sides, surrendered both themselves and the animals. Taking this chance and relying more on his luck than his judgement, Pyrrhus boldly attacked the main body of the Macedonian infantry, already stricken with fear and troubled by their previous loss. They avoided engagement with him, and he extended his hand, calling out loudly to both the higher and lower officers by name, winning over the infantry from Antigonus, who fled secretly and could only hold on to some of the coastal towns. Thinking that what he had achieved against the Gauls was most beneficial for his glory, Pyrrhus hung their richest and finest spoils in the temple of Minerva Itonis, with this inscription: —
Pyrrhus, descendant of Molossian kings,
These shields to thee, Itonian goddess, brings,
Won from the valiant Gauls when in the fight
Antigonus and all his host took flight;
’Tis not today nor yesterday alone
That for brave deeds the Aeacidae are known.
Pyrrhus, a descendant of Molossian kings,
Brings these shields to you, Itonian goddess,
Won from the brave Gauls when in battle
Antigonus and all his troops retreated;
It’s not just today or yesterday
That the Aeacidae are recognized for their courageous deeds.
After this victory in the field, he proceeded to secure the cities, and having possessed himself of Aegae, beside other hardships put upon the people there, he left in the town a garrison of Gauls, some of those in his own army, who, being insatiably desirous of wealth, instantly dug up the tombs of the kings that lay buried there, and took away the riches, and insolently scattered about their bones. Pyrrhus, in appearance, made no great matter of it, either deferring it on account of the pressure of other business, or wholly passing it by, out of a fear of punishing those barbarians; but this made him very ill spoken of among the Macedonians, and his affairs being yet unsettled and brought to no firm consistence, he began to entertain new hopes and projects, and in raillery called Antigonus a shameless man, for still wearing his purple and not changing it for an ordinary dress; but upon Cleonymus, the Spartan, arriving and inviting him to Lacedaemon, he frankly embraced the overture. Cleonymus was of royal descent, but seeming too arbitrary and absolute, had no great respect nor credit at home; and Areus was king there. This was the occasion of an old and public grudge between him and the citizens; but, beside that, Cleonymus, in his old age, had married a young lady of great beauty and royal blood, Chilonis, daughter of Leotychides, who, falling desperately in love with Acrotatus, Areus’s son, a youth in the flower of manhood, rendered this match both uneasy and dishonorable to Cleonymus, as there was none of the Spartans who did not very well know how much his wife slighted him; so these domestic troubles added to his public discontent. He brought Pyrrhus to Sparta with an army of twenty-five thousand foot, two thousand horse, and twenty-four elephants. So great a preparation made it evident to the whole world, that he came not so much to gain Sparta for Cleonymus, as to take all Peloponnesus for himself, although he expressly denied this to the Lacedaemonian ambassadors that came to him at Megalopolis, affirming he came to deliver the cities from the slavery of Antigonus, and declaring he would send his younger sons to Sparta, if he might, to be brought up in Spartan habits, that so they might be better bred than all other kings. With these pretensions amusing those who came to meet him in his march, as soon as ever he entered Laconia, he began to plunder and waste the country, and on the ambassadors complaining that he began the war upon them before it was proclaimed: “We know,” said he, “very well, that neither do you Spartans, when you design anything, talk of it beforehand.” One Mandroclidas, then present, told him, in the broad Spartan dialect: “If you are a god, you will do us no harm, we are wronging no man; but if you are a man, there may be another stronger than you.”
After this victory in the field, he went on to secure the cities, and after taking Aegae, in addition to the other hardships imposed on the people there, he left a garrison of Gauls in the town, some from his own army, who, insatiably hungry for wealth, quickly dug up the tombs of the kings buried there, took the treasures, and disrespectfully scattered their bones. Pyrrhus, on the surface, didn't make a big deal out of it, either putting it off due to other pressing matters or completely ignoring it out of fear of punishing those barbarians; however, this made him very unpopular among the Macedonians. With his situation still unstable and uncertain, he began to have new hopes and plans, mockingly calling Antigonus shameless for still wearing his royal purple and not changing into regular clothes. But when Cleonymus, the Spartan, arrived and invited him to Lacedaemon, he eagerly accepted the offer. Cleonymus was of royal blood, but seemed too controlling and absolute, lacking respect and influence at home, where Areus was king. This was due to an old and public grudge between him and the citizens; in addition, Cleonymus, in his old age, had married a beautiful young woman of royal descent, Chilonis, the daughter of Leotychides, who had fallen desperately in love with Acrotatus, Areus’s son, a young man in the prime of his life, making this union both difficult and dishonorable for Cleonymus, as all Spartans knew how much his wife looked down on him. Thus, these domestic troubles added to his public discontent. He brought Pyrrhus to Sparta with an army of twenty-five thousand infantry, two thousand cavalry, and twenty-four elephants. Such a large mobilization made it clear to everyone that he was less interested in securing Sparta for Cleonymus than in seizing all of Peloponnesus for himself, although he explicitly denied this to the Lacedaemonian ambassadors who met him in Megalopolis, claiming he came to free the cities from Antigonus’s rule and stating he would send his younger sons to Sparta, if possible, to be raised in Spartan traditions so they could be better bred than any other kings. With these claims entertaining those who came out to greet him, as soon as he entered Laconia, he began to plunder and devastate the land, and when the ambassadors complained that he was declaring war on them before it had been announced, he responded, “We know very well that you Spartans never talk about your plans ahead of time.” One Mandroclidas, present at the time, told him in the broad Spartan dialect: “If you’re a god, you won’t harm us; we haven’t wronged anyone. But if you’re just a man, there may be someone stronger than you.”
He now marched away directly for Lacedaemon, and being advised by Cleonymus to give the assault as soon as he arrived, fearing, as it is said, lest the soldiers, entering by night, should plunder the city, he answered, they might do it as well next morning, because there were but few soldiers in town, and those unprovided against his sudden approach, as Areus was not there in person, but gone to aid the Gortynians in Crete. And it was this alone that saved the town, because he despised it as not tenable, and so imagining no defense would be made, he sat down before it that night. Cleonymus’s friends, and the Helots, his domestic servants, had made great preparation at his house, as expecting Pyrrhus there at supper. In the night the Lacedaemonians held a consultation to ship over all the women into Crete, but they unanimously refused, and Archidamia came into the senate with a sword in her hand, in the name of them all, asking if the men expected the women to survive the ruins of Sparta. It was next resolved to draw a trench in a line directly over against the enemy’s camp, and, here and there in it, to sink wagons in the ground, as deep as the naves of the wheels, that, so being firmly fixed, they might obstruct the passage of the elephants. When they had just begun the work, both maids and women came to them, the married women with their robes tied like girdles round their underfrocks, and the unmarried girls in their single frocks only, to assist the elder men at the work. As for the youth that were next day to engage, they left them to their rest, and undertaking their proportion, they themselves finished a third part of the trench, which was in breadth six cubits, four in depth, and eight hundred feet long, as Phylarchus says; Hieronymus makes it somewhat less. The enemy beginning to move by break of day, they brought their arms to the young men, and giving them also in charge the trench, exhorted them to defend and keep it bravely, as it would be happy for them to conquer in the view of their whole country, and glorious to die in the arms of their mothers and wives, falling as became Spartans. As for Chilonis, she retired with a halter about her neck, resolving to die so rather than fall into the hands of Cleonymus, if the city were taken.
He marched straight to Lacedaemon, and after being advised by Cleonymus to launch an attack as soon as he arrived, he expressed concern, fearing that if the soldiers entered at night, they would loot the city. He responded that they could do the same the next morning since there were only a few soldiers in town, and they weren’t prepared for his sudden arrival, as Areus was not there in person but had gone to help the Gortynians in Crete. This was the only reason that saved the town; he underestimated it as defenseless, thinking no defenses would be made, so he camped in front of it that night. Cleonymus’s friends and the Helots, his domestic servants, had made extensive arrangements at his house, expecting Pyrrhus to join them for supper. That night, the Lacedaemonians held a meeting to discuss sending all the women to Crete, but they unanimously refused. Archidamia entered the senate with a sword in hand, speaking for all the women, asking whether the men expected the women to survive the ruins of Sparta. They then decided to dig a trench straight across from the enemy’s camp and to place wagons sunk into the ground at intervals along it, submerged deep enough to block the elephants’ path. As they began the work, both maids and women came to help, with married women tying their robes as girdles around their underfrocks and the unmarried girls in their simple frocks, assisting the older men. The young men who were to fight the next day were left to rest, while the women and older men took on the work, completing about a third of the trench, which was six cubits wide, four cubits deep, and eight hundred feet long, according to Phylarchus; Hieronymus makes it a bit shorter. As dawn broke and the enemy began to stir, they brought arms to the young men and entrusted them with the responsibility of the trench, urging them to defend it valiantly, as it would be a great honor to win in view of their entire homeland and glorious to die in the arms of their mothers and wives, falling as true Spartans. Chilonis, however, withdrew with a noose around her neck, resolved to take her own life rather than fall into Cleonymus’s hands if the city fell.
Pyrrhus himself, in person, advanced with his foot to force through the shields of the Spartans ranged against him, and to get over the trench, which was scarce passable, because the looseness of the fresh earth afforded no firm footing for the soldiers. Ptolemy, his son, with two thousand Gauls, and some choice men of the Chaonians, went around the trench, and endeavored to get over where the wagons were. But they, being so deep in the ground, and placed close together, not only made his passage, but also the defense of the Lacedaemonians very troublesome. Yet now the Gauls had got the wheels out of the ground, and were drawing off the wagons toward the river, when young Acrotatus, seeing the danger, passing through the town with three hundred men, surrounded Ptolemy undiscerned, taking the advantage of some slopes of the ground, until he fell upon his rear, and forced him to wheel about. And thrusting one another into the ditch, and falling among the wagons, at last with much loss, not without difficulty, they withdrew. The elderly men and all the women saw this brave action of Acrotatus, and when he returned back into the town to his first post, all covered with blood, and fierce and elate with victory, he seemed to the Spartan women to have become taller and more beautiful than before, and they envied Chilonis so worthy a lover. And some of the old men followed him, crying aloud, “Go on, Acrotatus, be happy with Chilonis, and beget brave sons for Sparta.” Where Pyrrhus himself fought was the hottest of the action, and many of the Spartans did gallantly, but in particular one Phyllius signalized himself, made the best resistance, and killed most assailants; and when he found himself ready to sink with the many wounds he had received, retiring a little out of his place behind another, he fell down among his fellow-soldiers, that the enemy might not carry off his body. The fight ended with the day, and Pyrrhus, in his sleep, dreamed that he threw thunderbolts upon Lacedaemon, and set it all on fire, and rejoiced at the sight; and waking, in this transport of joy, he commanded his officers to get all things ready for a second assault, and relating his dream among his friends, supposing it to mean that he should take the town by storm, the rest assented to it with admiration, but Lysimachus was not pleased with the dream, and told him he feared, lest as places struck with lightning are held sacred, and not to be trodden upon, so the gods might by this let him know the city should not be taken. Pyrrhus replied, that all these things were but idle talk, full of uncertainty, and only fit to amuse the vulgar; their thought, with their swords in their hands, should always be
Pyrrhus himself, leading his troops, pushed against the Spartan shields and tried to cross the barely passable trench, which was too loose from fresh earth to give the soldiers solid footing. Ptolemy, his son, along with two thousand Gauls and some elite fighters from the Chaonians, tried to flank around the trench and get over where the wagons were. However, the wagons were so deeply embedded in the ground and positioned so closely together that they not only blocked his passage but also complicated the Lacedaemonians' defense. Just as the Gauls managed to pull the wheels out of the ground and started dragging the wagons toward the river, young Acrotatus noticed the danger. He passed through the town with three hundred men, managing to surround Ptolemy unnoticed by taking advantage of the terrain’s slopes until he attacked from behind, forcing Ptolemy to turn around. In the chaos, soldiers tumbled into the ditch and fell among the wagons, and eventually, with significant losses and after much struggle, they retreated. The elderly and all the women witnessed Acrotatus’s brave act, and when he returned to his original position in the town, covered in blood and exhilarated by victory, he appeared taller and more attractive to the Spartan women, who envied Chilonis for having such a worthy lover. Some of the older men cheered him on, shouting, “Go on, Acrotatus, be happy with Chilonis, and have brave sons for Sparta.” The fiercest fighting took place where Pyrrhus was, and although many Spartans fought bravely, Phyllius particularly stood out, resisting valiantly and killing the most enemies. As he felt himself weakening from the numerous wounds he had sustained, he fell back slightly behind a comrade to prevent the enemy from taking his body. The battle ended with the day, and that night, Pyrrhus dreamed that he hurled thunderbolts at Lacedaemon, setting it ablaze, and felt joy at the sight. Upon waking, filled with excitement, he ordered his officers to prepare for a second assault, sharing his dream with his friends, interpreting it as a sign that he would conquer the town. The others agreed with admiration, but Lysimachus had reservations about the dream, cautioning him that just as places struck by lightning are considered sacred and untouchable, the gods might be indicating that the city should not be taken. Pyrrhus dismissed these thoughts as foolish and uncertain, meant only to entertain the common people; his focus, with swords in hand, should always be
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and so got up, and drew out his army to the walls by break of day. The Lacedaemonians, in resolution and courage, made a defense even beyond their power; the women were all by, helping them to arms, and bringing bread and drink to those that desired it, and taking care of the wounded. The Macedonians attempted to fill up the trench, bringing huge quantities of materials and throwing them upon the arms and dead bodies, that lay there and were covered over. While the Lacedaemonians opposed this with all their force, Pyrrhus, in person, appeared on their side of the trench and the wagons, pressing on horseback toward the city, at which the men who had that post calling out, and the women shrieking and running about, while Pyrrhus violently pushed on, and beat down all that disputed his way, his horse received a shot in the belly from a Cretan arrow, and, in his convulsions as he died, threw off Pyrrhus on slippery and steep ground. And all about him being in confusion at this, the Spartans came boldly up, and making good use of their missiles, forced them off again. After this Pyrrhus, in other quarters also, put an end to the combat, imagining the Lacedaemonians would be inclined to yield, as almost all of them were wounded, and very great numbers killed outright; but the good fortune of the city, either satisfied with the experiment upon the bravery of the citizens, or willing to prove how much even in the last extremities such interposition may effect, brought, when the Lacedaemonians had now but very slender hopes left, Aminias, the Phocian, one of Antigonus’s commanders, from Corinth to their assistance, with a force of mercenaries; and they were no sooner received into the town, but Areus, their king, arrived there himself, too, from Crete, with two thousand men more. The women upon this went all home to their houses, finding it no longer necessary for them to meddle with the business of the war; and they also were sent back, who, though not of military age, were by necessity forced to take arms, while the rest prepared to fight Pyrrhus.
and so got up, and drew out his army to the walls at dawn. The Spartans, with their determination and bravery, defended themselves even beyond their capabilities; the women were present, helping them with weapons, bringing food and drink to those in need, and caring for the wounded. The Macedonians tried to fill the trench, bringing large amounts of materials and throwing them over the arms and bodies that lay there, covered up. While the Spartans resisted this with all their might, Pyrrhus himself appeared on their side of the trench and the wagons, pushing forward on horseback toward the city. The men stationed there shouted out, and the women were screaming and running around, while Pyrrhus aggressively pressed on, pushing down everyone who got in his way. His horse was hit in the belly by a Cretan arrow, and as it convulsed and died, it threw Pyrrhus onto the slippery, steep ground. Amid the chaos around him, the Spartans bravely advanced, effectively using their missiles to drive them back. After this, Pyrrhus, in other areas as well, ended the combat, thinking the Spartans would be inclined to surrender since almost all of them were wounded and many had been killed outright. However, the good fortune of the city, either satisfied with testing the bravery of its citizens or keen to show how much such interventions can affect even in dire situations, brought Aminias, one of Antigonus’s commanders, from Corinth to help, leading a group of mercenaries. They had barely been let into the town when their king, Areus, also arrived from Crete with two thousand more men. Upon this, the women returned to their homes, feeling it was no longer necessary for them to get involved in the war; those who, though not of fighting age, had been forced to take up arms were also sent back, while the rest prepared to fight Pyrrhus.
He, upon the coming of these additional forces, was indeed possessed with a more eager desire and ambition than before, to make himself master of the town; but his designs not succeeding, and receiving fresh losses every day, he gave over the siege, and fell to plundering the country, determining to winter thereabout. But fate is unavoidable, and a great feud happening at Argos between Aristeas and Aristippus, two principal citizens, after Aristippus had resolved to make use of the friendship of Antigonus, Aristeas, to anticipate him, invited Pyrrhus thither. And he always revolving hopes upon hopes, and treating all his successes as occasions of more, and his reverses as defects to be amended by new enterprises, allowed neither losses nor victories to limit him in his receiving or giving trouble, and so presently went for Argos. Areus, by frequent ambushes, and seizing positions where the ways were most unpracticable, harassed the Gauls and Molossians that brought up the rear. It had been told Pyrrhus by one of the priests that found the liver of the sacrificed beast imperfect, that some of his near relations would be lost; in this tumult and disorder of his rear, forgetting the prediction, he commanded out his son Ptolemy with some of his guards to their assistance, while he himself led on the main body rapidly out of the pass. And the fight being very warm where Ptolemy was, (for the most select men of the Lacedaemonians, commanded by Evalcus, were there engaged,) one Oryssus of Aptera in Crete, a stout man and swift of foot, running on one side of the young prince, as he was fighting bravely, gave him a mortal wound and slew him. On his fall those about him turned their backs, and the Lacedaemonian horse, pursuing and cutting off many, got into the open plain, and found themselves engaged with the enemy before they were aware, without their infantry; Pyrrhus, who had received the ill news of his son, and was in great affliction, drew out his Molossian horse against them, and charging at the head of his men, satiated himself with the blood and slaughter of the Lacedaemonians, as indeed he always showed himself a terrible and invincible hero in actual fight, but now he exceeded all he had ever done before in courage and force. On his riding his horse up to Evalcus, he, by declining a little to one side, had almost cut off Pyrrhus’s hand in which he held the reins, but lighting on the reins, only cut them; at the same instant Pyrrhus, running him through with his spear, fell from his horse, and there on foot as he was, proceeded to slaughter all those choice men that fought about the body of Evalcus; a severe additional loss to Sparta, incurred after the war itself was now at an end, by the mere animosity of the commanders. Pyrrhus having thus offered, as it were, a sacrifice to the ghost of his son, and fought a glorious battle in honor of his obsequies, and having vented much of his pain in action against the enemy, marched away to Argos. And having intelligence that Antigonus was already in possession of the high grounds, he encamped about Nauplia, and the next day dispatched a herald to Antigonus, calling him a villain, and challenging him to descend into the plain field and fight with him for the kingdom. He answered, that his conduct should be measured by times as well as by arms, and that if Pyrrhus had no leisure to live, there were ways enough open to death. To both the kings, also, came ambassadors from Argos, desiring each party to retreat, and to allow the city to remain in friendship with both, without falling into the hands of either. Antigonus was persuaded, and sent his son as a hostage to the Argives; but, Pyrrhus, although he consented to retire, yet, as he sent no hostage, was suspected. A remarkable portent happened at this time to Pyrrhus; the heads of the sacrificed oxen, lying apart from the bodies, were seen to thrust out their tongues and lick up their own gore. And in the city of Argos, the priestess of Apollo Lycius rushed out of the temple, crying she saw the city full of carcasses and slaughter, and an eagle coming out to fight, and presently vanishing again.
Upon the arrival of these additional forces, he definitely felt a stronger desire and ambition than before to take control of the town; however, when his plans failed and he faced fresh losses every day, he abandoned the siege and turned to plundering the surrounding area, deciding to spend the winter there. But fate cannot be avoided, and a major feud erupted in Argos between Aristeas and Aristippus, two prominent citizens. After Aristippus decided to rely on the friendship of Antigonus, Aristeas, aiming to get ahead of him, invited Pyrrhus to come. Always hoping for better outcomes and viewing his successes as opportunities for further achievements while treating his setbacks as mistakes to be corrected with new strategies, he didn’t let losses or victories restrict his actions and quickly set off for Argos. Areus, through frequent ambushes and taking positions where the paths were most challenging, harried the Gauls and Molossians who were at the back. One of the priests, who had found that the liver of the sacrificed animal was flawed, warned Pyrrhus that some of his close relatives would be lost; in the chaos and disorder behind him, he overlooked the warning and ordered his son Ptolemy, along with some guards, to assist them while he himself led the main force swiftly out of the pass. The fighting was intense where Ptolemy was (as the most elite men of the Lacedaemonians, led by Evalcus, were engaged there), when a man named Oryssus from Aptera in Crete, known for his bravery and speed, ran alongside the young prince. As Ptolemy was fighting valiantly, Oryssus fatally wounded him and killed him. Upon his fall, those around him fled, and the Lacedaemonian cavalry, pursuing and cutting down many, found themselves unexpectedly facing the enemy in the open fields without their infantry. Pyrrhus, who received the devastating news about his son and was greatly distressed, rallied his Molossian cavalry against them, charging at the front of his men and quenching his thirst for vengeance in the blood of the Lacedaemonians. He was always a fierce and unbeatable warrior in battle, but now he surpassed all he had done before in courage and force. When he rode up to Evalcus, he narrowly avoided losing his hand to a blow aimed at the reins he held; instead, the reins were severed. At that moment, Pyrrhus, stabbing Evalcus with his spear, fell from his horse and, now on foot, proceeded to slaughter all the elite fighters surrounding Evalcus's body. This was a severe additional loss for Sparta, occurring after the war was supposedly over, driven solely by the animosity of the leaders. Pyrrhus, having essentially offered a sacrifice to the spirit of his son and fought a glorious battle in honor of his memory—venting a lot of his grief through action against the enemy—then made his way to Argos. Learning that Antigonus had already seized the higher ground, he camped around Nauplia and the next day sent a herald to Antigonus, calling him a villain and challenging him to come down to the plain and fight for the kingdom. Antigonus replied that his actions would be determined by timing as well as by arms, and that if Pyrrhus had no time to spare for life, there were plenty of ways to meet death. At the same time, ambassadors from Argos approached both kings, asking each side to withdraw and allow the city to maintain friendly relations with both, without falling into the power of either. Antigonus was convinced and sent his son as a hostage to the Argives; however, while Pyrrhus agreed to retreat, his failure to send a hostage made him suspicious. A startling omen occurred for Pyrrhus at this time; the heads of the sacrificed oxen, separated from their bodies, were seen thrusting out their tongues and licking up their own blood. Additionally, in the city of Argos, the priestess of Apollo Lycius rushed out of the temple, exclaiming that she saw the city filled with carcasses and slaughter, with an eagle emerging to fight, only to disappear again.
In the dead of the night, Pyrrhus, approaching the walls, and finding the gate called Diamperes set open for them by Aristeas, was undiscovered long enough to allow all his Gauls to enter and take possession of the marketplace. But the gate being too low to let in the elephants, they were obliged to take down the towers which they carried on their backs, and put them on again in the dark and in disorder, so that time being lost, the city took the alarm, and the people ran, some to Aspis the chief citadel, and others to other places of defense, and sent away to Antigonus to assist them. He, advancing within a short distance, made an halt, but sent in some of his principal commanders, and his son with a considerable force. Areus came thither, too, with one thousand Cretans, and some of the most active men among the Spartans, and all falling on at once upon the Gauls, put them in great disorder. Pyrrhus, entering in with noise and shouting near the Cylarabis, when the Gauls returned the cry, noticed that it did not express courage and assurance, but was the voice of men distressed, and that had their hands full. He, therefore, pushed forward in haste the van of his horse that marched but slowly and dangerously, by reason of the drains and sinks of which the city is full. In this night engagement, there was infinite uncertainty as to what was being done, or what orders were given; there was much mistaking and straggling in the narrow streets; all generalship was useless in that darkness and noise and pressure; so both sides continued without doing anything, expecting daylight. At the first dawn, Pyrrhus, seeing the great citadel Aspis full of enemies, was disturbed, and remarking, among a variety of figures dedicated in the market-place, a wolf and bull of brass, as it were ready to attack one another, he was struck with alarm, recollecting an oracle that formerly predicted fate had determined his death when he should see a wolf fighting with a bull. The Argives say, these figures were set up in record of a thing that long ago had happened there. For Danaus, at his first landing in the country, near the Pyramia in Thyreatis, as he was on his way towards Argos, espied a wolf fighting with a bull, and conceiving the wolf to represent him, (for this stranger fell upon a native, as he designed to do,) stayed to see the issue of the fight, and the wolf prevailing, he offered vows to Apollo Lycius, and thus made his attempt upon the town, and succeeded; Gelanor, who was then king, being displaced by a faction. And this was the cause of dedicating those figures.
In the middle of the night, Pyrrhus approached the walls and found the gate called Diamperes open, thanks to Aristeas. He went unnoticed long enough for all his Gauls to enter and seize the marketplace. However, the gate was too low for the elephants to get through, so they had to remove the towers on their backs, reattach them in the dark and in disarray, causing delays. As a result, the city was alerted, and people fled, some to Aspis, the main citadel, while others sought refuge in different defenses, sending word to Antigonus for help. He moved closer but stopped when he was near, sending in some of his top commanders along with his son and a significant force. Areus also arrived with a thousand Cretans and some of the most skilled Spartans, and they all attacked the Gauls at once, creating chaos. As Pyrrhus entered, making noise and shouting near the Cylarabis, he noticed that the Gauls' response was not one of confidence, but rather the cries of men who were distressed and overwhelmed. He quickly pushed the front line of his cavalry, which was moving slowly and dangerously due to the city's many drains and pits. In this nighttime clash, there was a lot of confusion around what actions were being taken or what orders were being given; the narrow streets led to misunderstandings and scattered movements, rendering the leadership ineffective amid the darkness, noise, and chaos. So, both sides ended up waiting for daylight without engaging further. At first light, Pyrrhus, seeing that the great citadel Aspis was filled with enemies, grew uneasy. Among the various statues in the marketplace, he spotted a bronze wolf and bull, seemingly ready to attack each other, which alarmed him as he recalled an oracle that had once predicted his death would come when he saw a wolf fighting a bull. The people of Argos claim these statues were erected to commemorate a historical event. When Danaus first arrived in the country, near the Pyramia in Thyreatis, on his way to Argos, he saw a wolf battling a bull and believed the wolf represented him, as this outsider was attacking a local—his intended target. He paused to watch, and when the wolf won, he made vows to Apollo Lycius and then attempted to take the town, succeeding because Gelanor, the reigning king, was overthrown by a faction. This was the reason for the dedication of those statues.
Pyrrhus, quite out of heart at this sight, and seeing none of his designs succeed, thought best to retreat, but fearing the narrow passage at the gate, sent to his son Helenus, who was left without the town with a great part of his forces, commanding him to break down part of the wall, and assist the retreat if the enemy pressed hard upon them. But what with haste and confusion, the person that was sent delivered nothing clearly; so that quite mistaking, the young prince with the best of his men and the remaining elephants marched straight through the gates into the town to assist his father. Pyrrhus was now making good his retreat, and while the marketplace afforded them ground enough both to retreat and fight, frequently repulsed the enemy that bore upon him. But when he was forced out of that broad place into the narrow street leading to the gate, and fell in with those who came the other way to his assistance some did not hear him call out to them to give back, and those who did, however eager to obey him, were pushed forward by others behind, who poured in at the gate. Besides, the largest of his elephants falling down on his side in the very gate, and lying roaring on the ground, was in the way of those that would have got out. Another of the elephants already in the town, called Nicon, striving to take up his rider, who, after many wounds received, was fallen off his back, bore forward upon those that were retreating, and, thrusting upon friends as well as enemies, tumbled them all confusedly upon one another, till having found the body, and taken it up with his trunk, he carried it on his tusks, and, returning in a fury, trod down all before him. Being thus pressed and crowded together, not a man could do anything for himself, but being wedged, as it were, together into one mass, the whole multitude rolled and swayed this way and that all together, and did very little execution either upon the enemy in their rear, or on any of them who were intercepted in the mass, but very much harm to one another. For he who had either drawn his sword or directed his lance, could neither restore it again, nor put his sword up; with these weapons they wounded their own men, as they happened to come in the way, and they were dying by mere contact with each other.
Pyrrhus, disheartened by this sight and seeing none of his plans work out, decided it was best to retreat. However, fearing the narrow passage at the gate, he sent a message to his son Helenus, who was left outside the town with a large part of his forces, ordering him to break down part of the wall and help with the retreat if the enemy pressed hard. But due to the hurry and confusion, the messenger didn’t communicate clearly; so the young prince, along with the best of his men and the remaining elephants, marched straight through the gates into the town to support his father. Pyrrhus was making a good retreat, and while the marketplace provided enough space for both retreat and battle, he frequently pushed back the enemy that was closing in on him. But when he was forced from the wide area into the narrow street leading to the gate, and encountered those coming to help him, some didn’t hear his shout to fall back, and those who did were pushed forward by others coming in behind them at the gate. Additionally, the largest of his elephants fell over onto its side right at the gate, roaring on the ground and blocking those trying to escape. Another elephant already in town, named Nicon, was trying to pick up his rider, who had fallen off after taking many wounds, and charged into those retreating, knocking down both friends and foes as they tumbled over each other. Once he found the body and picked it up with his trunk, he carried it on his tusks, and in a rage, trampled everything in front of him. Pressed together like this, no one could do anything for themselves. They became jammed into one mass, swaying this way and that, and did very little damage to the enemy behind them or to those caught in the crowd, but caused a lot of harm to each other. Those who tried to draw their swords or use their lances couldn’t retract them or put them away; with their weapons, they ended up wounding their own men who happened to be in the way, resulting in injuries from mere contact.
Pyrrhus, seeing this storm and confusion of things, took off the crown he wore upon his helmet, by which he was distinguished, and gave it to one nearest his person, and trusting to the goodness of his horse, rode in among the thickest of the enemy, and being wounded with a lance through his breastplate, but not dangerously, nor indeed very much, he turned about upon the man who struck him, who was an Argive, not of any illustrious birth, but the son of a poor old woman; she was looking upon the fight among other women from the top of a house, and perceiving her son engaged with Pyrrhus, and affrighted at the danger he was in, took up a tile with both hands, and threw it at Pyrrhus. This falling on his head below the helmet, and bruising the vertebrae of the lower part of the neck, stunned and blinded him; his hands let go the reins, and sinking down from his horse, he fell just by the tomb of Licymnius. The common soldiers knew not who it was; but one Zopyrus, who served under Antigonus, and two or three others running thither, and knowing it was Pyrrhus, dragged him to a door way hard by, just as he was recovering a little from the blow. But when Zopyrus drew out an Illyrian sword, ready to cut off his head, Pyrrhus gave him so fierce a look, that confounded with terror, and sometimes his hands trembling, and then again endeavoring to do it, full of fear and confusion, he could not strike him right, but cutting over his mouth and chin, it was a long time before he got off the head. By this time what had happened was known to a great many, and Alcyoneus hastening to the place, desired to look upon the head, and see whether he knew it, and taking it in his hand rode away to his father, and threw it at his feet, while he was sitting with some of his particular favorites. Antigonus, looking upon it, and knowing it, thrust his son from him, and struck him with his staff, calling him wicked and barbarous, and covering his eyes with his robe, shed tears, thinking of his own father and grandfather, instances in his own family of the changefulness of fortune, and caused the head and body of Pyrrhus to be burned with all due solemnity. After this, Alcyoneus, discovering Helenus under a mean disguise in a threadbare coat, used him very respectfully, and brought him to his father. When Antigonus saw him, “This, my son,” said he, “is better; and yet even now you have not done wholly well in allowing these clothes to remain, to the disgrace of those who it seems now are the victors.” And treating Helenus with great kindness, and as became a prince, he restored him to his kingdom of Epirus, and gave the same obliging reception to all Pyrrhus’s principal commanders, his camp and whole army having fallen into his hands.
Pyrrhus, seeing the chaos around him, took off the crown on his helmet that marked him as a leader and handed it to the closest soldier. Trusting in his horse’s abilities, he rode into the heart of the enemy. He was hit in the breastplate by a lance, injuring him but not seriously. He turned to confront his attacker, an Argive who came from a humble background, the son of a poor old woman. She was watching the battle from a rooftop along with other women, and when she saw her son in danger, she panicked, picked up a roof tile with both hands, and threw it at Pyrrhus. The tile hit him below his helmet, bruising the vertebrae in his neck, stunning him and making him blind for a moment. His hands slipped from the reins, and he fell from his horse, landing near Licymnius's tomb. The common soldiers didn’t realize who he was, but Zopyrus, a soldier under Antigonus, and two or three others rushed over and recognized Pyrrhus. They dragged him to a nearby doorway as he was starting to recover from the blow. However, when Zopyrus pulled out an Illyrian sword, ready to behead him, Pyrrhus gave him such an intense glare that Zopyrus, trembling with fear and confusion, struggled to strike correctly. Instead of a clean cut, he only grazed Pyrrhus's mouth and chin, taking a long time to finally get the head off. By then, word had spread about what had happened, and Alcyoneus rushed to the scene to see if he recognized the head. He picked it up and rode back to his father, tossing it at his feet while Antigonus was sitting with some close friends. Antigonus looked at the head and recognized it, shoving his son aside and hitting him with his staff, calling him cruel and barbaric. He covered his eyes with his robe, crying as he thought about his own father and grandfather, members of his family who had experienced the fickleness of fortune. He ordered that Pyrrhus’s head and body be burned with full honors. After this, Alcyoneus found Helenus disguised in a shabby coat and treated him with respect, bringing him to his father. When Antigonus saw him, he said, “This, my son, is better; but you should not have allowed these clothes to remain, as it insults those who seem to be the victors now.” He treated Helenus kindly, as befitted a prince, restoring him to his kingdom of Epirus and giving the same warm welcome to all of Pyrrhus’s key commanders, as his camp and entire army had fallen into Antigonus's hands.
CAIUS MARIUS
We are altogether ignorant of any third name of Caius Marius; as also of Quintus Sertorius, that possessed himself of Spain; or of Lucius Mummius that destroyed Corinth, though this last was surnamed Achaicus from his conquests, as Scipio was called Africanus, and Metellus, Macedonicus. Hence Posidonius draws his chief argument to confute those that hold the third to be the Roman proper name, as Camillus, Marcellus, Cato; as in this case, those that had but two names would have no proper name at all. He did not, however, observe that by his own reasoning he must rob the women absolutely of their names; for none of them have the first, which Posidonius imagines the proper name with the Romans. Of the other two, one was common to the whole family, Pompeii, Manlii, Cornelii, (as with us Greeks, the Heraclidae, and Pelopidae,) the other titular, and personal, taken either from their natures, or actions, or bodily characteristics, as Macrinus, Torquatus, Sylla; such as are Mnemon, Grypus, or Callinicus among the Greeks. On the subject of names, however, the irregularity of custom, would we insist upon it, might furnish us with discourse enough.
We don't know a third name for Caius Marius, nor do we know one for Quintus Sertorius, who took over Spain, or Lucius Mummius, who destroyed Corinth. The last one was called Achaicus because of his conquests, just like Scipio was named Africanus and Metellus was called Macedonicus. Posidonius makes a key argument against those who argue that the third name is the Roman proper name, like Camillus, Marcellus, and Cato, because in this case, people with only two names wouldn’t have a proper name at all. However, he doesn’t realize that by his own reasoning, he completely takes away names from women, since none of them have what Posidonius considers the proper name in Roman culture. Of the other two names, one was common to the entire family, like Pompeii, Manlii, and Cornelii (similar to the Heraclidae and Pelopidae among us Greeks), while the other was personal, coming from their character, actions, or physical traits, like Macrinus, Torquatus, and Sylla; or others like Mnemon, Grypus, or Callinicus among the Greeks. When it comes to names, the inconsistency of custom could give us plenty to talk about.
There is a likeness of Marius in stone at Ravenna, in Gaul, which I myself saw, quite corresponding with that roughness and harshness of character that is ascribed to him. Being naturally valiant and warlike, and more acquainted also with the discipline of the camp than of the city, he could not moderate his passion when in authority. He is said never to have either studied Greek, or to have made use of that language in any matter of consequence; thinking it ridiculous to bestow time in that learning, the teachers of which were little better than slaves. So after his second triumph, when at the dedication of a temple he presented some shows after the Greek fashion, coming into the theater, he only sat down and immediately departed. And, accordingly, as Plato often used to say to Xenocrates the philosopher, who was thought to show more than ordinary harshness of disposition, “I pray you, good Xenocrates, sacrifice to the Graces”; so if any could have persuaded Marius to pay his devotions to the Greek Muses and Graces, he had never brought his incomparable actions, both in war and peace, to so unworthy a conclusion, or wrecked himself, so to say, upon an old age of cruelty and vindictiveness, through passion, ill-timed ambition, and insatiable cupidity. But this will further appear by and by from the facts.
There's a stone likeness of Marius in Ravenna, Gaul, which I saw myself, and it perfectly matches the roughness and harshness of his character that people describe. Naturally brave and warlike, he was more familiar with military life than city life, which made it hard for him to control his emotions when he was in power. It's said that he never studied Greek or used the language for anything important, believing it was silly to waste time on that education since the teachers were hardly better than slaves. So, after his second triumph, when he hosted some shows in the Greek style for the dedication of a temple, he just sat down in the theater and then left immediately. And just as Plato often told Xenocrates, who was known for his harsh demeanor, “I urge you, good Xenocrates, to make sacrifices to the Graces,” if anyone could have convinced Marius to show some respect to the Greek Muses and Graces, he might never have ended his remarkable achievements in war and peace so poorly, or ended up, in a sense, in an old age filled with cruelty and vengeance, driven by passion, misplaced ambition, and insatiable greed. But this will become clearer later based on the facts.
He was born of parents altogether obscure and indigent, who supported themselves by their daily labor; his father of the same name with himself, his mother called Fulcinia. He had spent a considerable part of his life before he saw and tasted the pleasures of the city; having passed previously in Cirrhaeaton, a village of the territory of Arpinum, a life, compared with city delicacies, rude and unrefined, yet temperate, and conformable to the ancient Roman severity. He first served as a soldier in the war against the Celtiberians, when Scipio Africanus besieged Numantia; where he signalized himself to his general by courage far above his comrades, and, particularly, by his cheerfully complying with Scipio’s reformation of his army, before almost ruined by pleasures and luxury. It is stated, too, that he encountered and vanquished an enemy in single combat, in his general’s sight. In consequence of all this he had several honors conferred upon him; and once when at an entertainment a question arose about commanders, and one of the company (whether really desirous to know, or only in complaisance) asked Scipio where the Romans, after him, should obtain such another general, Scipio, gently clapping Marius on the shoulder as he sat next him, replied, “Here, perhaps.” So promising was his early youth of his future greatness, and so discerning was Scipio to detect the distant future in the present first beginnings. It was this speech of Scipio, we are told, which, like a divine admonition, chiefly emboldened Marius to aspire to a political career. He sought, and by the assistance of Caecilius Metellus, of whose family he as well as his father were dependents, obtained the office of tribune of the people. In which place, when he brought forward a bill for the regulation of voting, which seemed likely to lessen the authority of the great men in the courts of justice, the consul Cotta opposed him, and persuaded the senate to declare against the law, and call Marius to account for it. He, however, when this decree was prepared, coming into the senate, did not behave like a young man newly and undeservedly advanced to authority, but, assuming all the courage that his future actions would have warranted, threatened Cotta unless he recalled the decree, to throw him into prison. And on his turning to Metellus, and asking his vote, and Metellus rising up to concur with the consul, Marius, calling for the officer outside, commanded him to take Metellus into custody. He appealed to the other tribunes, but not one of them assisted him; so that the senate, immediately complying, withdrew the decree. Marius came forth with glory to the people and confirmed his law, and was henceforth esteemed a man of undaunted courage and assurance, as well as a vigorous opposer of the senate in favor of the commons. But he immediately lost their opinion of him by a contrary action; for when a law for the distribution of corn was proposed, he vigorously and successfully resisted it, making himself equally honored by both parties, in gratifying neither, contrary to the public interest.
He was born to completely unknown and poor parents, who earned a living through hard work; his father shared his name, and his mother was named Fulcinia. He spent a significant part of his life before experiencing the pleasures of the city, having lived in Cirrhaeaton, a village in the Arpinum region, which was rough and unrefined compared to the luxuries of urban life, yet simple and aligned with the traditional Roman sternness. He first served as a soldier in the war against the Celtiberians while Scipio Africanus laid siege to Numantia, where he distinguished himself to his general through bravery well above his peers, particularly by enthusiastically supporting Scipio’s reforms of an army that had become nearly ruined by indulgence and excess. It's also said that he faced and defeated an enemy in single combat in front of his general. Because of all this, he received several honors; once, at a banquet, a question arose about future commanders, and one guest (whether genuinely curious or just being polite) asked Scipio where the Romans might find another general like him after he was gone. Scipio, gently patting Marius on the shoulder as he sat next to him, replied, “Here, perhaps.” His early promise hinted at future greatness, and Scipio was perceptive enough to recognize the potential in Marius's beginnings. This remark from Scipio reportedly inspired Marius, like a divine sign, to pursue a political career. With the help of Caecilius Metellus, a family he and his father were connected to, he secured the position of tribune of the people. In that role, when he proposed a bill to regulate voting that seemed likely to reduce the power of the elite in the courts, the consul Cotta opposed him and persuaded the senate to reject the law and hold Marius accountable for it. However, when this decree was drafted, Marius entered the senate not as a young man who had undeservedly risen to power but with all the courage his future actions would justify, threatening Cotta with imprisonment if he didn’t retract the decree. When he turned to Metellus to ask for his support, and Metellus stood up in agreement with the consul, Marius called for the officer outside, commanding him to arrest Metellus. He appealed to the other tribunes, but none supported him, so the senate quickly complied and withdrew the decree. Marius emerged from this with glory in the eyes of the people and confirmed his law, and thereafter was regarded as a man of unwavering courage and confidence, as well as a vigorous opponent of the senate in favor of the common people. However, he soon lost their respect by acting contrary to this; when a law for the distribution of grain was proposed, he strongly and successfully opposed it, managing to satisfy neither side and acting against the public interest.
After his tribuneship, he was candidate for the office of chief aedile; there being two orders of them, one the curules, from the stool with crooked feet on which they sat when they performed their duty; the other and inferior, called aediles of the people. As soon as they have chosen the former, they give their voices again for the latter. Marius, finding he was likely to be put by for the greater, immediately changed and stood for the less; but because he seemed too forward and hot, he was disappointed of that also. And yet though he was in one day twice frustrated of his desired preferment, (which never happened to any before,) yet he was not at all discouraged, but a little while after sought for the praetorship, and was nearly suffering a repulse, and then, too, though he was returned last of all, was nevertheless accused of bribery.
After his term as tribune, he ran for the position of chief aedile; there were two categories of aediles, the curule ones, named after the curved stools they sat on while doing their duties, and the lower-ranked aediles of the people. Once the curule aediles were chosen, the voting for the others would take place. Marius, realizing he was likely to be overlooked for the higher position, quickly switched and ran for the lower one; however, he came across as too eager and ambitious, and he was rejected for that too. Even though he faced two disappointments in one day regarding his desired promotion (a first for anyone), he didn’t lose heart. A short time later, he went for the praetorship, almost faced another rejection, and even though he ended up being the last to be returned, he was still accused of bribery.
Cassius Sabaco’s servant, who was observed within the rails among those that voted, chiefly occasioned the suspicion, as Sabaco was an intimate friend of Marius; but on being called to appear before the judges, he alleged, that being thirsty by reason of the heat, he called for cold water, and that his servant brought him a cup, and as soon as he had drunk, departed; he was, however, excluded from the senate by the succeeding censors, and not undeservedly either, as was thought, whether it might be for his false evidence, or his want of temperance. Caius Herennius was also cited to appear as evidence, but pleaded that it was not customary for a patron, (the Roman word for protector,) to witness against his clients, and that the law excused them from that harsh duty; and both Marius and his parents had always been clients to the family of the Herennii. And when the judges would have accepted of this plea, Marius himself opposed it, and told Herennius, that when he was first created magistrate he ceased to be his client; which was not altogether true. For it is not every office that frees clients and their posterity from the observance due to their patrons, but only those to which the law has assigned a curule chair. Notwithstanding, though at the beginning of the suit it went somewhat hard with Marius, and he found the judges no way favorable to him; yet, at last, their voices being equal, contrary to all expectation, he was acquitted.
Cassius Sabaco’s servant, who was seen among the voters, mainly raised suspicion since Sabaco was a close friend of Marius. When called to testify before the judges, he claimed that he was thirsty from the heat and asked for cold water. His servant brought him a cup, and as soon as he drank, he left. However, he was later excluded from the senate by the next censors, which many thought was deserved, either for his false testimony or his lack of self-control. Caius Herennius was also called to testify but argued that it wasn’t customary for a patron to testify against his clients, and the law exempted them from that unpleasant obligation; Marius and his family had always been clients of the Herennii. When the judges seemed willing to accept this argument, Marius himself opposed it, telling Herennius that once he became magistrate, he was no longer his client, which wasn’t entirely accurate. Not every position frees clients and their descendants from the obligations owed to their patrons, only those designated by law for curule chairs. Nevertheless, even though Marius initially struggled and found the judges unsympathetic, in the end, the votes were tied, and against all expectations, he was acquitted.
In his praetorship he did not get much honor, yet after it he obtained the further Spain; which province he is said to have cleared of robbers, with which it was much infested, the old barbarous habits still prevailing, and the Spaniards, in those days, still regarding robbery as a piece of valor. In the city he had neither riches nor eloquence to trust to, with which the leading men of the time obtained power with the people, but his vehement disposition, his indefatigable labors, and his plain way of living, of themselves gained him esteem and influence; so that he made an honorable match with Julia, of the distinguished family of the Caesars, to whom that Caesar was nephew who was afterwards so great among the Romans, and, in some degree, from his relationship, made Marius his example, as in his life we have observed.
During his time as praetor, he didn't gain much recognition, but afterwards, he was assigned to further Spain. It's said that he rid the province of bandits, which had been a major problem due to the lingering brutal customs, with locals still viewing theft as an act of bravery. In the city, he lacked wealth and oratory skills, which were how the prominent figures of the day gained favor with the people. However, his passionate nature, tireless efforts, and simple lifestyle earned him respect and influence. As a result, he secured a respectable marriage with Julia, who came from the distinguished Caesar family, and that Caesar was the nephew of the powerful figure who later rose to prominence among the Romans. In some way, because of this connection, he looked up to Marius as his role model, as we've seen in his life.
Marius is praised for both temperance and endurance, of which latter he gave a decided instance in an operation of surgery. For having, as it seems, both his legs full of great tumors, and disliking the deformity, he determined to put himself into the hands of an operator; when, without being tied, he stretched out one of his legs, and silently, without changing countenance, endured most excessive torments in the cutting, never either flinching or complaining; but when the surgeon went to the other, he declined to have it done, saying, “I see the cure is not worth the pain.”
Marius is admired for his self-control and resilience, the latter of which he clearly demonstrated during a surgical procedure. Having large tumors on both legs and being unhappy with the way they looked, he decided to put himself in the hands of a surgeon. Without being restrained, he extended one leg and quietly endured extreme pain during the operation, not flinching or complaining at all. However, when the surgeon moved to the other leg, he chose to stop, saying, “I see the cure is not worth the pain.”
The consul Caecilius Metellus. being declared general in the war against Jugurtha in Africa, took with him Marius for lieutenant; where, eager himself to do great deeds and services that would get him distinction, he did not, like others, consult Metellus’s glory and the serving his interest, and attributing his honor of lieutenancy not to Metellus, but to fortune, which had presented him with a proper opportunity and theater of great actions, he exerted his utmost courage. That war, too, affording several difficulties, he neither declined the greatest, nor disdained undertaking the least of them; but surpassing his equals in counsel and conduct, and matching the very common soldiers in labor and abstemiousness, he gained great popularity with them; as indeed any voluntary partaking with people in their labor is felt as an easing of that labor, as it seems to take away the constraint and necessity of it. It is the most obliging sight in the world to the Roman soldier to see a commander eat the same bread as himself, or lie upon an ordinary bed, or assist the work in the drawing a trench and raising a bulwark. For they do not so much admire those that confer honors and riches upon them, as those that partake of the same labor and danger with themselves; but love them better that will vouchsafe to join in their work, than those that encourage their idleness.
The consul Caecilius Metellus, appointed as general in the war against Jugurtha in Africa, brought Marius along as his lieutenant. Eager to achieve great deeds and gain recognition, Marius didn’t think about Metellus's glory or how to serve his interests. Instead, he attributed his honor of being a lieutenant to luck, which had given him a great chance and setting for big accomplishments, and he pushed himself to the limit. The war presented several challenges, and he didn’t shy away from the toughest ones nor look down on the easier tasks; by outdoing his peers in strategy and leadership, and matching the common soldiers in hard work and discipline, he won their admiration. Sharing in their labor made their burdens feel lighter, as though he alleviated the pressures of it. It’s truly a sight that pleases a Roman soldier to see a commander eating the same bread, sleeping on a regular bed, or helping with the work of digging trenches and building forts. They respect those who provide them with honors and wealth, but they love those who share in their hard work and risks more than those who simply encourage them to be lazy.
Marius thus employed, and thus winning the affections of the soldiers, before long filled both Africa and Rome with his fame, and some, too, wrote home from the army that the war with Africa would never be brought to a conclusion, unless they chose Caius Marius consul. All which was evidently unpleasing to Metellus; but what more especially grieved him was the calamity of Turpillius. This Turpillius had, from his ancestors, been a friend of Metellus, and kept up constant hospitality with him; and was now serving in the war, in command of the smiths and carpenters of the army. Having the charge of a garrison in Vaga, a considerable city, and trusting too much to the inhabitants, because he treated them civilly and kindly, he unawares fell into the enemy’s hands. They received Jugurtha into the city; yet, nevertheless, at their request, Turpillius was dismissed safe and without receiving any injury; whereupon he was accused of betraying it to the enemy. Marius, being one of the council of war, was not only violent against him himself, but also incensed most of the others, so that Metellus was forced, much against his will, to put him to death. Not long after the accusation proved false, and when others were comforting Metellus, who took heavily the loss of his friend, Marius, rather insulting and arrogating it to himself, boasted in all companies that he had involved Metellus in the guilt of putting his friend to death.
Marius, gaining the trust and affection of the soldiers, quickly became famous in both Africa and Rome. Some soldiers even wrote home, saying that the war in Africa wouldn't end unless they elected Caius Marius as consul. This naturally annoyed Metellus, but what troubled him even more was the misfortune of Turpillius. Turpillius had been a friend of Metellus through their families and frequently hosted him. He was currently serving in the war, overseeing the army's blacksmiths and carpenters. In charge of a fort in Vaga, a significant city, he trusted the locals too much because he treated them with kindness and respect, which ultimately led to him falling into enemy hands. They allowed Jugurtha into the city; however, at their request, Turpillius was released safely and unharmed. As a result, he was accused of betraying the city to the enemy. Marius, being part of the war council, was not only aggressive toward him but also incited most others against him, leading Metellus, against his better judgment, to execute him. Shortly after, it became clear that the accusation was false, and while others were trying to console Metellus, who mourned his friend's loss, Marius, instead of showing sympathy, arrogantly boasted in various gatherings that he had caused Metellus to bear the guilt of executing his friend.
Henceforward they were at open variance; and it is reported that Metellus once, when Marius was present, said, insultingly, “You, sir, design to leave us to go home and stand for the consulship, and will not be content to wait and be consul with this boy of mine?” Metellus’s son being a mere boy at the time. Yet for all this Marius being very importunate to be gone, after several delays, he was dismissed about twelve days before the election of consuls; and performed that long journey from the camp to the seaport of Utica, in two days and a night, and there doing sacrifice before he went on shipboard, it is said the augur told him, that heaven promised him some incredible good fortune, and such as was beyond all expectation. Marius, not a little elated with this good omen, began his voyage, and in four days, with a favorable wind, passed the sea; he was welcomed with great joy by the people, and being brought into the assembly by one of the tribunes, sued for the consulship, inveighing in all ways against Metellus, and promising either to slay Jugurtha or take him alive.
From then on, they were openly at odds with each other. It’s said that Metellus once, in front of Marius, mockingly said, “You’re planning to leave us to go home and run for consul, and you won’t just wait to be consul alongside my son?” Metellus’s son was just a kid at the time. Still, Marius was eager to leave, and after several delays, he was sent off about twelve days before the consul elections. He made the long journey from the camp to the port of Utica in just two days and a night. Once there, he performed a sacrifice before boarding the ship, and it’s said the augur told him that the heavens promised him incredible good fortune beyond all expectations. Marius, feeling quite pleased with this omen, set sail and, with favorable winds, crossed the sea in four days. He was greeted with great joy by the people and was brought into the assembly by one of the tribunes, where he campaigned for the consulship, fiercely attacking Metellus and promising to either kill Jugurtha or capture him alive.
He was elected triumphantly, and at once proceeded to levy soldiers, contrary both to law and custom, enlisting slaves and poor people; whereas former commanders never accepted of such, but bestowed arms, like other favors, as a matter of distinction, on persons who had the proper qualification, a man’s property being thus a sort of security for his good behavior. These were not the only occasions of ill-will against Marius; some haughty speeches, uttered with great arrogance and contempt, gave great offense to the nobility; as, for example, his saying that he had carried off the consulship as a spoil from the effeminacy of the wealthy and high-born citizens, and telling the people that he gloried in wounds he had himself received for them, as much as others did in the monuments of dead men and images of their ancestors. Often speaking of the commanders that had been unfortunate in Africa, naming Bestia, for example, and Albinus, men of very good families, but unfit for war, and who had miscarried through want of experience, he asked the people about him, if they did not think that the ancestors of these nobles had much rather have left a descendant like him, since they themselves grew famous not by nobility, but by their valor and great actions? This he did not say merely out of vanity and arrogance, or that he were willing, without any advantage, to offend the nobility; but the people always delighting in affronts and scurrilous contumelies against the senate, making boldness of speech their measure of greatness of spirit, continually encouraged him in it, and strengthened his inclination not to spare persons of repute, so he might gratify the multitude.
He was elected victoriously and immediately started recruiting soldiers, going against both the law and tradition, enlisting slaves and the poor; previous commanders never recruited from such groups, instead distributing weapons as a sign of distinction to those with the right qualifications, with a person’s property serving as a guarantee of their good behavior. These weren’t the only reasons the nobility resented Marius; some arrogant speeches he made offended them greatly. For example, he claimed he had taken the consulship as a prize from the weakness of wealthy and high-born citizens and told the people that he was proud of the wounds he had received for them, just as others took pride in monuments of the dead and images of their ancestors. He often mentioned commanders who had failed in Africa, naming figures like Bestia and Albinus, who came from respected families but were unfit for war and failed due to their lack of experience. He asked the crowd if they didn’t think the ancestors of these nobles would have preferred to have a descendant like him, arguing that their fame came not from nobility, but from their courage and great deeds. He didn’t make these statements just out of vanity or a desire to offend the nobility without cause; the people always enjoyed insults and mockery against the senate, equating bold speech with greatness of spirit, and they continually encouraged him, fueling his tendency to criticize prominent individuals to please the masses.
As soon as he arrived again in Africa, Metellus, no longer able to control his feelings of jealousy, and his indignation that now when he had really finished the war, and nothing was left but to secure the person of Jugurtha, Marius, grown great merely through his ingratitude to him, should come to bereave him both of his victory and triumph, could not bear to have any interview with him; but retired himself, whilst Rutilius, his lieutenant, surrendered up the army to Marius, whose conduct, however, in the end of the war, met with some sort of retribution, as Sylla deprived him of the glory of the action, as he had done Metellus. I shall state the circumstances briefly here, as they are given at large in the life of Sylla. Bocchus was king of the more distant barbarians, and was father-in-law to Jugurtha, yet sent him little or no assistance in his war, professing fears of his unfaithfulness, and really jealous of his growing power; but after Jugurtha fled, and in his distress came to him as his last hope, he received him as a suppliant, rather because ashamed to do otherwise, than out of real kindness; and when he had him in his power, he openly entreated Marius on his behalf, and interceded for him with bold words, giving out that he would by no means deliver him. Yet privately designing to betray him, he sent for Lucius Sylla, quaestor to Marius, and who had on a previous occasion befriended Bocchus in the war. When Sylla, relying on his word, came to him, the African began to doubt and repent of his purpose, and for several days was unresolved with himself, whether he should deliver Jugurtha or retain Sylla; at length he fixed upon his former treachery, and put Jugurtha alive into Sylla’s possession. Thus was the first occasion given of that fierce and implacable hostility which so nearly ruined the whole Roman empire. For many that envied Marius, attributed the success wholly to Sylla; and Sylla himself got a seal made on which was engraved Bocchus betraying Jugurtha to him, and constantly used it, irritating the hot and jealous temper of Marius, who was naturally greedy of distinction, and quick to resent any claim to share in his glory, and whose enemies took care to promote the quarrel, ascribing the beginning and chief business of the war to Metellus, and its conclusion to Sylla; that so the people might give over admiring and esteeming Marius as the worthiest person.
As soon as he arrived back in Africa, Metellus, unable to control his jealousy and anger that Marius, who had only succeeded because of his betrayal, would take away both his victory and triumph now that the war was truly over and all that was left was to capture Jugurtha, couldn't stand the thought of meeting him. Instead, he withdrew while Rutilius, his lieutenant, handed over the army to Marius. However, Marius faced some sort of consequences at the end of the war, as Sylla stripped him of the glory of the achievement, just as he had done to Metellus. I'll summarize the details here, as they are explained in more depth in Sylla's biography. Bocchus was the king of the more distant tribes and was Jugurtha's father-in-law, yet he provided little to no support in the war, feigning fear of disloyalty and being genuinely jealous of Jugurtha's rising power. But after Jugurtha fled and sought him as a last hope, he took him in as a supplicant, more out of embarrassment than real compassion, and once he had Jugurtha at his mercy, he openly pleaded with Marius for him, boldly claiming he would never betray him. However, secretly plotting to betray Jugurtha, he summoned Lucius Sylla, Marius's quaestor who had previously helped Bocchus in the war. When Sylla, trusting him, came to see him, Bocchus began to doubt his decision and wavered for several days, torn between delivering Jugurtha or keeping Sylla. Ultimately, he chose his treacherous path and handed Jugurtha alive over to Sylla. This was the spark that ignited fierce and relentless hostility that nearly destroyed the entire Roman empire. Many who envied Marius attributed the success entirely to Sylla; Sylla himself even had a seal made depicting Bocchus betraying Jugurtha to him, which he used often, further inflaming Marius’s naturally ambitious and resentful temper towards anyone trying to share in his glory. His enemies took advantage of this tension, claiming that Metellus started and was mainly responsible for the war, while its conclusion belonged to Sylla, aiming to diminish the people's admiration and respect for Marius as the most worthy leader.
But these envyings and calumnies were soon dispersed and cleared away from Marius, by the danger that threatened Italy from the west; when the city, in great need of a good commander, sought about whom she might set at the helm, to meet the tempest of so great a war, no one would have anything to say to any members of noble or potent families who offered themselves for the consulship, and Marius, though then absent, was elected.
But soon these jealousies and slanders against Marius were cleared up because of the danger threatening Italy from the west; when the city, in desperate need of a strong leader, looked for someone to take charge and navigate the storm of such a huge war, no one wanted to listen to any of the noble or powerful families who offered themselves for the consulship, and Marius, although he was absent, was elected.
Jugurtha’s apprehension was only just known, when the news of the invasion of the Teutones and Cimbri began. The accounts at first exceeded all credit, as to the number and strength of the approaching army; but in the end, report proved much inferior to the truth, as they were three hundred thousand effective fighting men, besides a far greater number of women and children. They professed to be seeking new countries to sustain these great multitudes, and cities where they might settle and inhabit, in the same way as they had heard the Celti before them had driven out the Tyrrhenians, and possessed themselves of the best part of Italy. Having had no commerce with the southern nations, and traveling over a wide extent of country, no man knew what people they were, or whence they came, that thus like a cloud burst over Gaul and Italy; yet by their gray eyes and the largeness of their stature, they were conjectured to be some of the German races dwelling by the northern sea; besides that, the Germans call plunderers Cimbri.
Jugurtha was just beginning to feel anxious when news of the invasion by the Teutones and Cimbri came in. At first, the reports about the size and strength of the invading army seemed unbelievable, but eventually, it turned out to be even greater than anticipated, with three hundred thousand effective fighting men, along with a much larger number of women and children. They claimed they were looking for new lands to support their vast numbers and cities where they could settle, just like they had heard the Celts did before them when they drove out the Tyrrhenians and took control of the best parts of Italy. Having had no contact with the southern nations and traveling through a large area, no one knew who they were or where they came from, as they swept over Gaul and Italy like a storm. However, based on their gray eyes and large stature, they were thought to belong to some of the German tribes living by the northern sea; in addition, the Germans referred to plunderers as Cimbri.
There are some that say, that the country of the Celti, in its vast size and extent, reaches from the furthest sea and the arctic regions to the lake Maeotis eastward, and to that part of Scythia which is near Pontus, and that there the nations mingle together; that they did not swarm out of their country all at once, or on a sudden, but advancing by force of arms, in the summer season, every year, in the course of time they crossed the whole continent. And thus, though each party had several appellations, yet the whole army was called by the common name of Celto-Scythians. Others say that the Cimmerii, anciently known to the Greeks, were only a small part of the nation, who were driven out upon some quarrel among the Scythians, and passed all along from the lake Maeotis to Asia, under the conduct of one Lygdamis; and that the greater and more warlike part of them still inhabit the remotest regions lying upon the outer ocean. These, they say, live in a dark and woody country hardly penetrable by the sunbeams, the trees are so close and thick, extending into the interior as far as the Hercynian forest; and their position on the earth is under that part of heaven, where the pole is so elevated, that by the declination of the parallels, the zenith of the inhabitants seems to be but little distant from it; and that their days and nights being almost of an equal length, they divide their year into one of each. This was Homer’s occasion for the story of Ulysses calling up the dead, and from this region the people, anciently called Cimmerii, and afterwards, by an easy change, Cimbri, came into Italy. All this, however, is rather conjecture than an authentic history.
Some people say that the land of the Celts, with its vast size and expanse, stretches from the farthest sea and the Arctic regions to Lake Maeotis in the east, and down to that part of Scythia close to Pontus, where nations mix together. They claim that these groups didn’t leave their homeland all at once or suddenly but advanced with force year after year during the summer, eventually crossing the entire continent over time. And so, although each group had different names, the entire army was referred to as the Celto-Scythians. Others argue that the Cimmerii, known to the Greeks long ago, were just a small part of the nation who were driven out due to a conflict among the Scythians and traveled from Lake Maeotis to Asia under a leader named Lygdamis; they say that the larger and more warlike part still lives in the farthest regions by the outer ocean. According to them, these people inhabit a dark and dense forest that sunlight has trouble penetrating, with trees so close and thick that they extend into the interior, reaching as far as the Hercynian forest. Their location on Earth is under the part of the sky where the pole is so high that the zenith for the inhabitants seems to be not far from it; and with their days and nights almost equal in length, they divide their year into one of each. This inspired Homer’s story of Ulysses summoning the dead, and from this region, the people known as the Cimmerii, later called the Cimbri, made their way into Italy. Overall, however, this is more speculation than verified history.
Their numbers, most writers agree, were not less, but rather greater than was reported. They were of invincible strength and fierceness in their wars, and hurried into battle with the violence of a devouring flame; none could withstand them; all they assaulted became their prey. Several of the greatest Roman commanders with their whole armies, that advanced for the defense of Transalpine Gaul, were ingloriously overthrown, and, indeed, by their faint resistance, chiefly gave them the impulse of marching towards Rome. Having vanquished all they had met, and found abundance of plunder, they resolved to settle themselves nowhere till they should have razed the city, and wasted all Italy. The Romans, being from all parts alarmed with this news, sent for Marius to undertake the war, and nominated him the second time consul, though the law did not permit any one that was absent, or that had not waited a certain time after his first consulship, to be again created. But the people rejected all opposers; for they considered this was not the first time that the law gave place to the common interest; nor the present occasion less urgent than that when, contrary to law, they made Scipio consul, not in fear for the destruction of their own city, but desiring the ruin of that of the Carthaginians.
Most writers agree that their numbers were not smaller, but actually greater than reported. They were incredibly strong and fierce in battle, rushing into fights like a raging fire; no one could stand against them, and everyone they attacked became their prey. Several of the top Roman commanders, with their entire armies, who came to defend Transalpine Gaul, were shamefully defeated and, in fact, their weak resistance mainly encouraged the enemy to march towards Rome. After overpowering everyone they encountered and finding plenty of loot, they decided not to settle anywhere until they had destroyed the city and ravaged all of Italy. Alarmed by this news, the Romans called for Marius to lead the war and named him consul for the second time, even though the law prohibited anyone who was absent or hadn't waited a certain time after their first consulship from being re-elected. However, the people rejected all objections; they believed it wasn’t the first time the law was set aside for the common good, nor was the urgency of the current situation any less than when they made Scipio consul, not out of fear for their own city’s destruction, but with the intent of ruining Carthage instead.
Thus it was decided; and Marius, bringing over his legions out of Africa on the very first day of January, which the Romans count the beginning of the year, received the consulship, and then, also, entered in triumph, showing Jugurtha a prisoner to the people, a sight they had despaired of ever beholding, nor could any, so long as he lived, hope to reduce the enemy in Africa; so fertile in expedients was he to adapt himself to every turn of fortune, and so bold as well as subtle. When, however, he was led in triumph, it is said that he fell distracted, and when he was afterwards thrown into prison, where some tore off his clothes by force, and others, whilst they struggled for his golden ear-ring, with it pulled off the tip of his ear, and when he was, after this, cast naked into the dungeon, in his amazement and confusion, with a ghastly laugh, he cried out, “O Hercules! how cold your bath is!” Here for six days struggling with hunger, and to the very last minute desirous of life, he was overtaken by the just reward of his villainies. In this triumph was brought, as is stated, of gold three thousand and seven pounds weight, of silver bullion five thousand seven hundred and seventy-five, of money in gold and silver coin two hundred and eighty-seven thousand drachmas. After the solemnity, Marius called together the senate in the capitol, and entered, whether through inadvertency or unbecoming exultation with his good fortune, in his triumphal habit; but presently observing the senate offended at it, went out, and returned in his ordinary purple-bordered robe.
So it was decided, and Marius, bringing his legions from Africa on the very first day of January, which the Romans mark as the start of the year, received the consulship and then entered in triumph, showing Jugurtha as a prisoner to the people, a sight they thought they would never see. No one could have hoped to defeat the enemy in Africa while Jugurtha lived, as he was so resourceful in adapting to every situation and was both bold and cunning. However, when he was led in triumph, it is said that he became distraught; and when he was later thrown into prison, some tore his clothes off him by force, while others, struggling for his gold earring, accidentally pulled off the tip of his ear. After that, he was cast naked into a dungeon, and in his amazement and confusion, with a ghastly laugh, he exclaimed, “O Hercules! how cold your bath is!” For six days, he fought against hunger, desperately clinging to life, until he finally faced the just consequences of his crimes. In this triumph, it was reported that there were three thousand and seven pounds of gold, five thousand seven hundred and seventy-five pounds of silver bullion, and two hundred and eighty-seven thousand drachmas in gold and silver coins. After the ceremony, Marius called the senate together in the Capitol and came in, whether by accident or due to inappropriate celebration of his fortune, still in his triumphal attire. But upon noticing that the senate was offended, he went back out and returned in his regular purple-bordered robe.
On the expedition he carefully disciplined and trained his army whilst on their way, giving them practice in long marches, and running of every sort, and compelling every man to carry his own baggage and prepare his own victuals; insomuch that thenceforward laborious soldiers, who did their work silently without grumbling, had the name of “Marius’s mules.” Some, however, think the proverb had a different occasion; that when Scipio besieged Numantia, and was careful to inspect not only their horses and arms, but their mules and carriages too, and see how well equipped and in what readiness each one’s was, Marius brought forth his horse which he had fed extremely well, and a mule in better case, stronger and gentler than those of others; that the general was very well pleased, and often afterwards mentioned Marius’s beasts; and that hence the soldiers, when speaking jestingly in the praise of a drudging, laborious fellow, called him Marius’s mule.
On the expedition, he carefully trained and disciplined his army along the way, giving them practice in long marches and various types of running. He made every soldier carry their own gear and prepare their own food, so that from then on, hardworking soldiers who completed their tasks quietly and without complaints were known as “Marius’s mules.” Some, however, believe the saying has a different origin: when Scipio was besieging Numantia, he made sure to check not just their horses and weapons, but also their mules and wagons, inspecting how well-prepared each one was. Marius brought out his horse, which he had fed very well, and a mule that was in better condition, stronger, and gentler than the others. The general was very impressed and often mentioned Marius’s animals afterwards, leading soldiers to jokingly refer to a diligent, hard-working person as Marius’s mule.
But to proceed; very great good fortune seemed to attend Marius, for by the enemy in a manner changing their course, and falling first upon Spain, he had time to exercise his soldiers, and confirm their courage, and, which was most important, to show them what he himself was. For that fierce manner of his in command, and inexorableness in punishing, when his men became used not to do amiss or disobey, was felt to be wholesome and advantageous, as well as just, and his violent spirit, stern voice, and harsh aspect, which in a little while grew familiar to them, they esteemed terrible not to themselves, but only to their enemies. But his uprightness in judging, more especially pleased the soldiers, one remarkable instance of which is as follows. One Caius Lusius, his own nephew, had a command under him in the army, a man not in other respects of bad character, but shamefully licentious with young men. He had one young man under his command called Trebonius, with whom notwithstanding many solicitations he could never prevail. At length one night, he sent a messenger for him, and Trebonius came, as it was not lawful for him to refuse when he was sent for, and being brought into his tent, when Lusius began to use violence with him, he drew his sword and ran him through. This was done whilst Marius was absent. When he returned, he appointed Trebonius a time for his trial, where, whilst many accused him, and not any one appeared in his defense, he himself boldly related the whole matter, and brought witness of his previous conduct to Lusius, who had frequently offered him considerable presents. Marius, admiring his conduct and much pleased, commanded the garland, the usual Roman reward of valor, to be brought, and himself crowned Trebonius with it, as having performed an excellent action, at a time that very much wanted such good examples.
But to continue, Marius seemed to have incredible luck, as the enemy unexpectedly changed their approach and attacked Spain first. This gave him the time to train his soldiers, boost their morale, and, most importantly, to demonstrate his own strength as a leader. His strict approach to command and relentless punishment meant that his troops learned not to make mistakes or disobey him, which they viewed as both beneficial and fair. His fierce nature, loud voice, and stern demeanor soon became familiar to them; they regarded him as fearsome, but only towards their enemies. However, it was his fairness in judgment that particularly impressed the soldiers. A notable example of this involved Caius Lusius, his own nephew, who had a position in the army. Lusius wasn’t a bad person in general, but he was disgracefully inappropriate with younger men. He had one young man under his command named Trebonius, but despite numerous advances, he could never persuade him. Finally, one night, he sent for Trebonius, who had no choice but to respond. Once Trebonius entered his tent, Lusius attempted to force himself on him, and in response, Trebonius drew his sword and killed him. This took place while Marius was away. Upon his return, Marius scheduled a trial for Trebonius. Many people accused him, and no one came to his defense. However, Trebonius boldly explained the entire situation and presented evidence of Lusius’s previous inappropriate offers to him. Marius, impressed by Trebonius’s actions and pleased with his honesty, ordered the garland—an honor typically given for bravery—to be brought and personally crowned Trebonius with it for his courageous deed, especially at a time when such admirable examples were greatly needed.
This being told at Rome, proved no small help to Marius towards his third consulship; to which also conduced the expectation of the barbarians at the summer season, the people being unwilling to trust their fortunes with any other general but him. However, their arrival was not so early as was imagined, and the time of Marius’s consulship was again expired. The election coming on, and his colleague being dead, he left the command of the army to Manius Aquilius, and hastened to Rome, where, several eminent persons being candidates for the consulship, Lucius Saturninus, who more than any of the other tribunes swayed the populace, and of whom Marius himself was very observant, exerted his eloquence with the people, advising them to choose Marius consul. He playing the modest part, and professing to decline the office, Saturninus called him traitor to his country, if, in such apparent danger, he would avoid command. And though it was not difficult to discover that he was merely helping Marius in putting this presence upon the people, yet, considering that the present juncture much required his skill, and his good fortune too, they voted him the fourth time consul, and made Catulus Lutatius his colleague, a man very much esteemed by the nobility, and not unagreeable to the commons.
Hearing this in Rome really helped Marius secure his third term as consul. The people's expectation of an invasion by the barbarians during the summer made them reluctant to trust anyone else as their general. However, the barbarians didn’t arrive as soon as expected, and Marius's time as consul came to an end once again. When election season approached, and his colleague had passed away, Marius handed over command of the army to Manius Aquilius and rushed back to Rome. There were several prominent candidates for consul, but Lucius Saturninus, who had more influence over the public than any other tribune and whom Marius closely followed, passionately urged the people to vote for Marius. Marius acted modestly, claiming he didn't want the position, but Saturninus called him a traitor to his country if he avoided leadership in such a clear crisis. Even though it was easy to see that Saturninus was just trying to help Marius gain popularity, the current situation needed his expertise and luck, so they elected him as consul for the fourth time, making Catulus Lutatius his colleague—a man respected by the elite and somewhat agreeable to the common people.
Marius, having notice of the enemy’s approach, with all expedition passed the Alps, and pitching his camp by the river Rhone, took care first for plentiful supplies of victuals; lest at any time he should be forced to fight at a disadvantage for want of necessaries. The carriage of provision for the army from the sea, which was formerly long and expensive, he made speedy and easy. For the mouth of the Rhone, by the influx of the sea, being barred and almost filled up with sand and mud mixed with clay, the passage there became narrow, difficult, and dangerous for the ships that brought their provisions. Hither, therefore, bringing his army, then at leisure, he drew a great trench; and by turning the course of great part of the river, brought it to a convenient point on the shore where the water was deep enough to receive ships of considerable burden, and where there was a calm and easy opening to the sea. And this still retains the name it took from him.
Marius, aware of the enemy’s approach, quickly crossed the Alps and set up his camp by the river Rhône. He made sure to secure plenty of food supplies so that he wouldn’t have to fight at a disadvantage due to lack of necessities. He streamlined the transport of supplies for the army from the sea, which had previously been long and costly. The mouth of the Rhône was blocked and almost filled with sand and mud mixed with clay, making it narrow, difficult, and dangerous for the ships carrying provisions. So, bringing his army to this spot, he dug a large trench and rerouted a significant part of the river to a suitable point on the shore where the water was deep enough for large ships, and where there was a calm, easy passage to the sea. This place has retained the name it was given by him.
The enemy dividing themselves into two parts, the Cimbri arranged to go against Catulus higher up through the country of the Norici, and to force that passage; the Teutones and Ambrones to march against Marius by the sea-side through Liguria. The Cimbri were a considerable time in doing their part. But the Teutones and Ambrones with all expedition passing over the interjacent country, soon came in sight, in numbers beyond belief, of a terrible aspect, and uttering strange cries and shouts. Taking up a great part of the plain with their camp, they challenged Marius to battle; he seemed to take no notice of them, but kept his soldiers within their fortifications, and sharply reprehended those that were too forward and eager to show their courage, and who, out of passion, would needs be fighting, calling them traitors to their country, and telling them they were not now to think of the glory of triumphs and trophies, but rather how they might repel such an impetuous tempest of war, and save Italy.
The enemy split into two groups: the Cimbri planned to advance against Catulus through the Norici region and force that passage, while the Teutones and Ambrones were set to march against Marius along the coastline through Liguria. The Cimbri took a considerable amount of time to execute their plan. However, the Teutones and Ambrones quickly crossed the intervening land and soon appeared, their numbers unimaginable, with a terrifying presence, letting out strange cries and shouts. They established a large camp in the plain and challenged Marius to battle. He seemed to ignore them, keeping his soldiers within their fortifications, and sternly reprimanded those who were too eager to fight, calling them traitors to their country. He reminded them that they shouldn't be thinking about glory or trophies, but rather how to fend off such a fierce storm of war and protect Italy.
Thus he discoursed privately with his officers and equals, but placed the soldiers by turns upon the bulwarks to survey the enemy, and so made them familiar with their shape and voice, which were indeed altogether extravagant and barbarous, and he caused them to observe their arms, and way of using them, so that in a little time what at first appeared terrible to their apprehensions, by often viewing, became familiar. For he very rationally supposed, that the strangeness of things often makes them seem formidable when they are not so; and that by our better acquaintance, even things which are really terrible, lose much of their frightfulness. This daily converse not only diminished some of the soldiers’ fear, but their indignation warmed and inflamed their courage, when they heard the threats and insupportable insolence of their enemies; who not only plundered and depopulated all the country round, but would even contemptuously and confidently attack the ramparts.
He talked privately with his officers and peers but rotated the soldiers onto the walls to observe the enemy, helping them get used to their appearance and sounds, which were quite outlandish and savage. He made them pay attention to their weapons and how they used them, so that over time what initially seemed frightening became familiar. He wisely believed that the unfamiliarity of things often makes them seem more intimidating than they are; and by getting to know them better, even genuinely terrifying things lose much of their fear factor. This regular interaction not only reduced some of the soldiers’ fear, but also fueled their anger and ignited their courage when they heard the threats and unbearable arrogance of their enemies, who not only looted and devastated the surrounding area but also arrogantly and confidently attacked the fortifications.
Complaints of the soldiers now began to come to Marius’s ears. “What effeminacy does Marius see in us, that he should thus like women lock us up from encountering our enemies? Come on, let us show ourselves men, and ask him if he expects others to fight for Italy; and means merely to employ us in servile offices, when he would dig trenches, cleanse places of mud and dirt, and turn the course of rivers? It was to do such works as these, it seems, that he gave us all our long training; he will return home, and boast of these great performances of his consulships to the people. Does the defeat of Carbo and Caepio, who were vanquished by the enemy, affright him? Surely they were much inferior to Marius both in glory and valor, and commanded a much weaker army; at the worst, it is better to be in action, though we suffer for it like them, than to sit idle spectators of the destruction of our allies and companions.” Marius, not a little pleased to hear this, gently appeased them, pretending that he did not distrust their valor, but that he took his measures as to the time and place of victory from some certain oracles.
Complaints from the soldiers started reaching Marius. “What weakness does Marius see in us that he keeps us locked away like women from fighting our enemies? Come on, let's show we're men and ask him if he expects others to fight for Italy while he uses us for menial tasks, like digging trenches, cleaning up mud, and changing the course of rivers. It seems that this is what all our long training was for; he will go home and brag about these great achievements during his consulships to the people. Is he afraid of the defeat of Carbo and Caepio, who were beaten by the enemy? They were far less notable than Marius in both fame and bravery and commanded a much weaker army; at least it's better to be in action, even if we face the same fate as them, than to just sit back and watch the destruction of our allies and comrades.” Marius, somewhat pleased to hear this, calmly reassured them, pretending he didn’t doubt their courage but that he was following some specific oracles about the timing and place of victory.
And, in fact, he used solemnly to carry about in a litter, a Syrian woman, called Martha, a supposed prophetess, and to do sacrifice by her directions. She had formerly been driven away by the senate, to whom she addressed herself, offering to inform them about these affairs, and to foretell future events; and after this betook herself to the women, and gave them proofs of her skill, especially Marius’s wife, at whose feet she sat when she was viewing a contest of gladiators, and correctly foretold which of them should overcome. She was for this and the like predictings sent by her to Marius and the army, where she was very much looked up to, and, for the most part, carried about in a litter. When she went to sacrifice, she wore a purple robe lined and buckled up, and had in her hand a little spear trimmed with ribbons and garlands. This theatrical show made many question, whether Marius really gave any credit to her himself, or only played the counterfeit, when he showed her publicly, to impose upon the soldiers.
And, in fact, he used to solemnly carry around a Syrian woman named Martha, who was a supposed prophetess, in a litter, and perform sacrifices according to her guidance. She had previously been expelled by the senate, to whom she had approached, offering to share her insights about these matters and predict future events; after this, she turned to women and provided them proof of her abilities, especially to Marius’s wife, at whose feet she sat while watching a gladiatorial fight, accurately predicting which fighter would win. For this and similar predictions, she was sent to Marius and the army, where she was highly respected, and she was mostly carried around in a litter. When she went to perform sacrifices, she wore a purple robe that was lined and fastened, holding a small spear decorated with ribbons and garlands. This theatrical display led many to question whether Marius genuinely believed in her or was just pretending when he showcased her publicly to impress the soldiers.
What, however, Alexander the Myndian relates about the vultures, does really deserve admiration; that always before Marius’s victories there appeared two of them, and accompanied the army, which were known by their brazen collars, (the soldiers having caught them and put these about their necks, and so let them go, from which time they in a manner knew and saluted the soldiers,) and whenever these appeared in their marches, they used to rejoice at it, and thought themselves sure of some success. Of the many other prodigies that then were taken notice of, the greater part were but of the ordinary stamp; it was, however, reported that at Ameria and Tuder, two cities in Italy, there were seen at nights in the sky, flaming darts and shields, now waved about, and then again clashing against one another, all in accordance with the postures and motions soldiers use in fighting; that at length one party retreating, and the other pursuing, they all disappeared westward. Much about the same time came Bataces, one of Cybele’s priests, from Pesinus, and reported how the goddess had declared to him out of her oracle, that the Romans should obtain the victory. The senate giving credit to him, and voting the goddess a temple to be built in hopes of the victory, Aulus Pompeius, a tribune, prevented Bataces, when he would have gone and told the people this same story, calling him impostor, and ignominiously pulling him off the hustings; which action in the end was the main thing that gained credit for the man’s story, for Aulus had scarce dissolved the assembly, and returned home, when a violent fever seized him, and it was matter of universal remark, and in everybody’s mouth, that he died within a week after.
What Alexander the Myndian says about the vultures is truly impressive; before Marius’s victories, two of them always appeared and followed the army. They were identifiable by their bronze collars, which the soldiers had caught them with and put around their necks before letting them go. From that point on, the vultures seemed to recognize and greet the soldiers. Whenever these birds showed up during their marches, the troops felt joyful and believed they were destined for success. Among the many other signs noted at that time, most were pretty ordinary, but it was reported that in Ameria and Tuder, two cities in Italy, flaming darts and shields were seen in the sky at night, moving like soldiers do in battle, clashing and waving around. Eventually, one group seemed to retreat while the other pursued, and they all vanished to the west. Around the same time, a priest of Cybele named Bataces came from Pesinus and claimed that the goddess had told him through her oracle that the Romans would win. The senate believed him and decided to build a temple for the goddess in anticipation of victory. However, Aulus Pompeius, a tribune, interrupted Bataces when he tried to share this story with the people, calling him a fraud and disgracefully dragging him off the stage. This action ended up making Bataces’s story more credible because shortly after Aulus dissolved the assembly and went home, he was struck by a severe fever, and it became widely noted that he died within a week.
Now the Teutones, whilst Marius lay quiet, ventured to attack his camp; from whence, however, being encountered with showers of darts, and losing several of their men, they determined to march forward, hoping to reach the other side of the Alps without opposition, and, packing up their baggage, passed securely by the Roman camp, where the greatness of their number was especially made evident by the long time they took in their march, for they were said to be six days continually going on in passing Marius’s fortifications; they marched pretty near, and revilingly asked the Romans if they would send any commands by them to their wives, for they would shortly be with them. As soon as they were passed and had gone on a little distance ahead, Marius began to move, and follow them at his leisure, always encamping at some small distance from them; choosing also strong positions, and carefully fortifying them, that he might quarter with safety. Thus they marched till they came to the place called Sextilius’s Waters, from whence it was but a short way before being amidst the Alps, and here Marius put himself in readiness for the encounter.
Now the Teutones, while Marius was lying low, decided to attack his camp. However, when they were met with a barrage of darts and lost several of their men, they chose to keep moving forward, hoping to cross the Alps without any trouble. They packed up their supplies and passed by the Roman camp, where their large numbers were particularly apparent due to how long it took them to march by—reports said they spent six days continuously passing Marius's fortifications. They marched quite close, mockingly asking the Romans if they wanted to send any messages to their wives, as they would be with them soon. Once they had passed and moved a little further ahead, Marius started to follow, trailing them at a comfortable distance, always setting up camp a bit away from them. He selected strong positions and fortified them carefully to ensure his safety. They continued marching until they reached a place called Sextilius’s Waters, from where it was only a short distance to the Alps, and here Marius prepared himself for battle.
He chose a place for his camp of considerable strength, but where there was a scarcity of water; designing, it is said, by this means, also, to put an edge on his soldiers’ courage; and when several were not a little distressed, and complained of thirst, pointing to a river that ran near the enemy’s camp: “There,” said he, “you may have drink, if you will buy it with your blood.” “Why, then,” replied they, “do you not lead us to them, before our blood is dried up in us?” He answered, in a softer tone, “let us first fortify our camp,” and the soldiers, though not without repining, proceeded to obey. Now a great company of their boys and camp-followers, having neither drink for themselves nor for their horses, went down to that river; some taking axes and hatchets, and some, too, swords and darts with their pitchers, resolving to have water though they fought for it. These were first encountered by a small party of the enemies; for most of them had just finished bathing, and were eating and drinking, and several were still bathing, the country thereabouts abounding in hot springs; so that the Romans partly fell upon them whilst they were enjoying themselves, and occupied with the novel sights and pleasantness of the place. Upon hearing the shouts, greater numbers still joining in the fight, it was not a little difficult for Marius to contain his soldiers, who were afraid of losing the camp-servants; and the more warlike part of the enemies, who had overthrown Manlius and Caepio, (they were called Ambrones, and were in number, one with another, above thirty thousand,) taking the alarm, leaped up and hurried to arms.
He picked a spot for his camp that was quite strong, but water was hard to come by. It’s said he did this to sharpen his soldiers’ courage. When several of them were very thirsty and complained about it, pointing to a river near the enemy’s camp, he said, “There, you can get a drink, but it will cost you your blood.” They replied, “Then why don’t you take us to them before we’re all dried up?” He responded calmly, “Let’s first secure our camp,” and although they complained, the soldiers followed his orders. Meanwhile, many of their boys and camp followers, who had no water for themselves or their horses, went down to the river. Some took axes and hatchets, while others armed themselves with swords and darts, determined to get water even if it meant fighting for it. They were first met by a small group of enemies, as most had just finished bathing and were eating and drinking, while others were still in the water. The region was full of hot springs, so the Romans caught them off guard while they were relaxing and distracted by the scenery. When the shouts were heard, more soldiers joined the fight, making it hard for Marius to keep his men from rushing out to protect the camp followers. The more aggressive part of the enemy, who had previously defeated Manlius and Caepio, known as the Ambrones and numbering over thirty thousand, sprang into action and grabbed their weapons.
These, though they had just been gorging themselves with food, and were excited and disordered with drink, nevertheless did not advance with an unruly step, or in mere senseless fury, nor were their shouts mere inarticulate cries; but clashing their arms in concert, and keeping time as they leapt and bounded onward, they continually repeated their own name, “Ambrones!” either to encourage one another, or to strike the greater terror into their enemies. Of all the Italians in Marius’s army, the Ligurians were the first that charged; and when they caught the word of the enemy’s confused shout, they, too, returned the same, as it was an ancient name also in their country, the Ligurians always using it when speaking of their descent. This acclamation, bandied from one army to the other before they joined, served to rouse and heighten their fury, while the men on either side strove, with all possible vehemence, the one to overshout the other.
They had just been stuffing themselves with food and were hyped up and disordered from drinking, yet they didn’t charge in a chaotic way or in a mindless frenzy. Their shouts weren’t just random noises; instead, they clashed their weapons together in unison and kept rhythm as they jumped forward, repeatedly shouting their own name, “Ambrones!” either to motivate each other or to instill even more fear in their enemies. Among all the Italians in Marius’s army, the Ligurians were the first to attack; when they heard the enemies’ confused shouts, they echoed it back, as it was an ancient name in their region that the Ligurians always used when talking about their heritage. This cheer, passed back and forth between the two armies before they clashed, served to intensify their anger, with each side trying its hardest to out-shout the other.
The river disordered the Ambrones; before they could draw up all their army on the other side of it, the Ligurians presently fell upon the van, and began to charge them hand to hand. The Romans, too, coming to their assistance, and from the higher ground pouring upon the enemy, forcibly repelled them, and the most of them (one thrusting another into the river) were there slain, and filled it with their blood and dead bodies. Those that got safe over, not daring to make head, were slain by the Romans, as they fled to their camp and wagons; where the women meeting them with swords and hatchets, and making a hideous outcry, set upon those that fled as well as those that pursued, the one as traitors, the other as enemies; and, mixing themselves with the combatants, with their bare arms pulling away the Romans’ shields, and laying hold on their swords, endured the wounds and slashing of their bodies to the very last, with undaunted resolution. Thus the battle seems to have happened at that river rather by accident than by the design of the general.
The river threw the Ambrones into chaos; before they could get their entire army across, the Ligurians attacked the front lines and charged in hand-to-hand combat. The Romans, coming to help, pushed down from the higher ground and drove the enemy back forcefully, causing many of them to fall into the river, where they died and filled it with blood and bodies. Those who managed to cross safely, too scared to fight back, were killed by the Romans as they tried to escape to their camp and wagons. There, the women confronted them with swords and hatchets, screaming loudly and attacking both the fleeing men and the pursuing Romans, viewing the former as traitors and the latter as enemies. They mixed into the fray, using their bare hands to pry away the Romans' shields and grab their swords, enduring wounds and cuts without flinching until the very end. Thus, it seems that the battle at that river happened more by chance than by the general's plan.
After the Romans were retired from the great slaughter of the Ambrones, night came on; but the army was not indulged, as was the usual custom, with songs of victory, drinking in their tents, and mutual entertainments, and (what is most welcome to soldiers after successful fighting) quiet sleep, but they passed that night, above all others, in fears and alarm. For their camp was without either rampart or palisade, and there remained thousands upon thousands of their enemies yet unconquered; to whom were joined as many of the Ambrones as escaped. There were heard from these, all through the night, wild bewailings, nothing like the sighs and groans of men, but a sort of wild-beastlike howling and roaring, joined with threats and lamentations rising from the vast multitude, and echoed among the neighboring hills and hollow banks of the river. The whole plain was filled with hideous noise, insomuch that the Romans were not a little afraid, and Marius himself was apprehensive of a confused tumultuous night engagement. But the enemy did not stir either this night or the next day, but were employed in disposing and drawing themselves up to the greatest advantage.
After the Romans were finished with the massive slaughter of the Ambrones, night fell; however, the army didn't enjoy the usual celebrations of victory, drinking in their tents, or camaraderie, and (what soldiers most appreciate after a successful fight) peaceful sleep. Instead, they spent that night filled with fear and anxiety. Their camp was unprotected, without walls or fences, and thousands upon thousands of their enemies remained unconquered, joined by as many Ambrones who had escaped. Throughout the night, the Romans heard wild cries, nothing like the sighs and groans of men, but more like the howling and roaring of wild beasts, mixed with threats and laments from the vast crowd, echoing among the nearby hills and the riverbanks. The entire plain was filled with horrifying noise, making the Romans quite fearful, and Marius himself worried about a chaotic night attack. But the enemy did not move either that night or the following day; instead, they focused on positioning themselves optimally.
Of this occasion Marius made good use; for there were beyond the enemies some wooded ascents and deep valleys thickly set with trees, whither he sent Claudius Marcellus, secretly, with three thousand regular soldiers, giving him orders to post them in ambush there, and show themselves at the rear of the enemies, when the fight was begun. The others, refreshed with victuals and sleep, as soon as it was day he drew up before the camp, and commanded the horse to sally out into the plain, at the sight of which the Teutones could not contain themselves till the Romans should come down and fight them on equal terms, but hastily arming themselves, charged in their fury up the hill-side. Marius, sending officers to all parts, commanded his men to stand still and keep their ground; when they came within reach, to throw their javelins, then use their swords, and, joining their shields, force them back; pointing out to them that the steepness of the ground would render the enemy’s blows inefficient, nor could their shields be kept close together, the inequality of the ground hindering the stability of their footing.
Marius made good use of this opportunity because there were wooded hills and deep valleys full of trees behind the enemy. He secretly sent Claudius Marcellus with three thousand regular soldiers to set up an ambush there, instructing him to reveal their presence at the enemy's rear once the battle started. The others, well-rested and fed, were lined up before the camp as soon as day broke, and he ordered the cavalry to charge out into the open. At this sight, the Teutones couldn’t hold back and hastily armed themselves, rushing up the hillside in their fury to confront the Romans. Marius sent officers to every part of the line, instructing his men to remain firm and hold their positions; when the enemy came within range, they should throw their javelins, then draw their swords and, holding their shields together, push the Teutones back. He pointed out that the steepness of the hill would make the enemy’s blows ineffective and that they couldn't keep their shields close together due to the uneven ground, which would disrupt their footing.
This counsel he gave them, and was the first that followed it; for he was inferior to none in the use of his body, and far excelled all in resolution. The Romans accordingly stood for their approach, and, checking them in their advance upwards, forced them little by little to give way and yield down the hill, and here, on the level ground no sooner had the Ambrones begun to restore their van into a posture of resistance, but they found their rear disordered. For Marcellus had not let slip the opportunity; but as soon as the shout was raised among the Romans on the hills, he, setting his men in motion, fell in upon the enemy behind, at full speed, and with loud cries, and routed those nearest him, and they, breaking the ranks of those that were before them, filled the whole army with confusion. They made no long resistance after they were thus broke in upon, but having lost all order, fled.
This advice he gave them, and he was the first to act on it; for he was second to none in physical ability, and he far outshone everyone in determination. The Romans consequently prepared for their approach, and, blocking their advance upward, gradually forced them to retreat down the hill. Once they reached the flat ground, the Ambrones had barely begun to regroup for a defense when they realized their rear was in disarray. Marcellus didn’t miss the chance; as soon as the Romans on the hills shouted, he mobilized his troops, charged at the enemy from behind, and with loud cries, routed those closest to him. They broke through the ranks of those in front, spreading chaos throughout the entire army. They didn’t resist for long after being attacked like this; having lost all organization, they fled.
The Romans, pursuing them, slew and took prisoners above one hundred thousand, and possessing themselves of their spoil, tents, and carriages, voted all that was not purloined to Marius’s share, which, though so magnificent a present, yet was generally thought less than his conduct deserved in so great a danger. Other authors give a different account, both about the division of the plunder and the number of the slain. They say, however, that the inhabitants of Massilia made fences round their vineyards with the bones, and that the ground, enriched by the moisture of the putrefied bodies, (which soaked in with the rain of the following winter,) yielded at the season a prodigious crop, and fully justified Archilochus, who said, that the fallows thus are fattened. It is an observation, also, that extraordinary rains pretty generally fall after great battles; whether it be that some divine power thus washes and cleanses the polluted earth with showers from above, or that moist and heavy evaporations, steaming forth from the blood and corruption, thicken the air, which naturally is subject to alteration from the smallest causes.
The Romans, chasing them, killed and captured over one hundred thousand people. They took their spoils, tents, and wagons and decided that everything not stolen would go to Marius, which, although an impressive gift, was still considered less than what his bravery deserved given the significant danger. Other writers tell a different story about how the loot was divided and the number of those killed. However, they mention that the people of Massilia used the bones to make fences around their vineyards, and that the ground was enriched by the moisture from the decaying bodies, which soaked in with the rain during the following winter. This resulted in an incredible harvest, confirming Archilochus’s claim that such land becomes fertile. There's also a notable observation that heavy rains tend to follow major battles; whether it's because a divine force cleanses the tainted land with rain from above, or because moist and heavy vapors rise from the blood and decay, thickening the air, which is naturally sensitive to even the smallest changes.
After the battle, Marius chose out from amongst the barbarians’ spoils and arms, those that were whole and handsome, and that would make the greatest show in his triumph; the rest he heaped upon a large pile, and offered a very splendid sacrifice. Whilst the army stood round about with their arms and garlands, himself attired (as the fashion is on such occasions) in the purple-bordered robe, taking a lighted torch, and with both hands lifting it up towards heaven, he was then going to put it to the pile, when some friends were espied with all haste coming towards him on horseback. Upon which every one remained in silence and expectation. They, upon their coming up, leapt off and saluted Marius, bringing him the news of his fifth consulship, and delivered him letters to that effect. This gave the addition of no small joy to the solemnity; and while the soldiers clashed their arms and shouted, the officers again crowned Marius with a laurel-wreath, and he thus set fire to the pile, and finished his sacrifice.
After the battle, Marius picked out the best and most impressive items from the barbarians’ spoils and weapons to display in his triumph. He piled up the rest and offered a grand sacrifice. While the army stood around with their weapons and garlands, Marius wore the traditional purple-bordered robe, took a lit torch, and raised it towards the sky, about to set it to the pile, when he saw some friends rushing toward him on horseback. Everyone fell silent in anticipation. When they arrived, they dismounted and greeted Marius, bringing him the news of his fifth consulship, along with letters confirming it. This added significant joy to the celebration; as the soldiers clashed their arms and shouted, the officers crowned Marius with a laurel wreath, and he lit the pile, completing his sacrifice.
But whatever it be, which interferes to prevent the enjoyment of prosperity ever being pure and sincere, and still diversifies human affairs with the mixture of good and bad, whether fortune or divine displeasure, or the necessity of the nature of things, within a few days Marius received an account of his colleague, Catulus, which as a cloud in serenity and calm, terrified Rome with the apprehension of another imminent storm. Catulus, who marched against the Cimbri, despairing of being able to defend the passes of the Alps, lest, being compelled to divide his forces into several parties, he should weaken himself, descended again into Italy, and posted his army behind the river Adige; where he occupied the passages with strong fortifications on both sides the river, and made a bridge, that so he might cross to the assistance of his men on the other side, if so be the enemy, having forced their way through the mountain passes, should storm the fortresses. The barbarians, however, came on with such insolence and contempt of their enemies, that to show their strength and courage, rather than out of any necessity, they went naked in the showers of snow, and through the ice and deep snow climbed up to the tops of the hills, and from thence, placing their broad shields under their bodies, let themselves slide from the precipices along their vast slippery descents.
But whatever it is that blocks the enjoyment of true prosperity and mixes good and bad in human affairs, whether it's fortune, divine wrath, or just the nature of things, within a few days, Marius got word about his colleague, Catulus, which, like a dark cloud in calm weather, struck fear into Rome about another impending disaster. Catulus, who was marching against the Cimbri, realizing he couldn’t defend the Alpine passes without splitting his forces and weakening himself, retreated back into Italy and stationed his army behind the Adige River. There, he fortified the crossings on both sides of the river and built a bridge so he could rush to help his men on the other side if the enemy forced their way through the mountain passes and attacked the fortresses. The barbarians, however, came charging in with such boldness and disregard for their foes that, to demonstrate their strength and bravery rather than out of necessity, they took off their clothes in the snow, climbed through the ice and deep snow up the hills, and then, using their broad shields for support, slid down the steep slopes.
When they had pitched their camp at a little distance from the river, and surveyed the passage, they began to pile it up, giant-like, tearing down the neighboring hills; and brought trees pulled up by the roots, and heaps of earth to the river, damming up its course; and with great heavy materials which they rolled down the stream and dashed against the bridge, they forced away the beams which supported it; in consequence of which the greatest part of the Roman soldiers, much affrighted, left the large camp and fled. Here Catulus showed himself a generous and noble general, in preferring the glory of his people before his own; for when he could not prevail with his soldiers to stand to their colors, but saw how they all deserted them, he commanded his own standard to be taken up, and running to the foremost of those that fled, he led them forward, choosing rather that the disgrace should fall upon himself than upon his country, and that they should not seem to fly, but, following their captain, to make a retreat. The barbarians assaulted and took the fortress on the other side the Adige; where much admiring the few Romans there left, who had shown extreme courage, and had fought worthily of their country, they dismissed them upon terms, swearing them upon their brazen bull, which was afterwards taken in the battle, and carried, they say, to Catulus’s house, as the chief trophy of victory.
When they set up camp a little away from the river and looked over the crossing, they started to build it up like giants, tearing down the nearby hills. They dragged uprooted trees and mounds of dirt to the river, blocking its flow. Using heavy materials that they rolled down the stream and hurled against the bridge, they pushed away the beams supporting it. As a result, many Roman soldiers, quite frightened, abandoned the large camp and fled. Here, Catulus proved to be a generous and noble leader, prioritizing the honor of his people over his own. When he couldn’t get his soldiers to stay at their posts and saw them all deserting, he ordered his own standard to be raised and ran to the front of those fleeing, leading them forward. He chose to have the shame fall on himself rather than on his country, preferring that they didn’t appear to be running away but rather following their captain in a withdrawal. The barbarians attacked and captured the fortress on the other side of the Adige. They were greatly impressed by the few Romans left, who had shown remarkable bravery and had fought valiantly for their country. They allowed them to leave under terms, swearing them on their bronze bull, which was later captured in battle and, as the story goes, taken to Catulus’s house as the main trophy of victory.
Thus falling in upon the country destitute of defense, they wasted it on all sides. Marius was presently sent for to the city; where, when he arrived, every one supposing he would triumph, the senate, too, unanimously voting it, he himself did not think it convenient; whether that he were not willing to deprive his soldiers and officers of their share of the glory, or that to encourage the people in this juncture, he would leave the honor due to his past victory on trust, as it were, in the hands of the city and its future fortune; deferring it now, to receive it afterwards with the greater splendor. Having left such orders as the occasion required, he hastened to Catulus, whose drooping spirits he much raised, and sent for his own army from Gaul: and as soon as it came, passing the river Po, he endeavored to keep the barbarians out of that part of Italy which lies south of it.
So they invaded the country, which had no defenses, and devastated it everywhere. Marius was soon called to the city; when he arrived, everyone expected him to celebrate a triumph, and the senate unanimously voted for it. However, he didn’t think it was a good idea; perhaps he didn’t want to deny his soldiers and officers their share of the glory, or he wanted to bolster the people's spirits at this critical time by leaving the honor of his past victory in the city's future hands, deferring it now to accept it later with greater splendor. After giving the necessary orders, he quickly went to Catulus, lifting his spirits significantly, and called for his army from Gaul. As soon as they arrived, he crossed the river Po and tried to prevent the barbarians from entering the part of Italy south of it.
They professed they were in expectation of the Teutones, and, saying they wondered they were so long in coming, deferred the battle; either that they were really ignorant of their defeat, or were willing to seem so. For they certainly much maltreated those that brought them such news, and, sending to Marius, required some part of the country for themselves and their brethren, and cities fit for them to inhabit. When Marius inquired of the ambassadors who their brethren were, upon their saying, the Teutones, all that were present began to laugh; and Marius scoffingly answered them, “Do not trouble yourselves for your brethren, for we have already provided lands for them, which they shall possess forever.” The ambassadors, understanding the mockery, broke into insults, and threatened that the Cimbri would make him pay for this, and the Teutones, too, when they came. “They are not far off,” replied Marius, “and it will be unkindly done of you to go away before greeting your brethren.” Saying so, he commanded the kings of the Teutones to be brought out. as they were, in chains; for they were taken by the Sequani among the Alps, before they could make their escape. This was no sooner made known to the Cimbri, but they with all expedition came against Marius, who then lay still and guarded his camp.
They claimed they were waiting for the Teutones and, expressing their surprise at their delay, postponed the battle; either because they were genuinely unaware of their defeat or wanted to appear that way. They definitely treated badly those who brought them this news and, sending a message to Marius, demanded some territories for themselves and their allies, along with cities suitable for them to live in. When Marius asked the ambassadors who their allies were, and they replied "the Teutones," everyone present started laughing. Marius mockingly told them, “Don’t worry about your allies; we’ve already secured land for them that they’ll own forever.” The ambassadors, realizing the mockery, started insulting him and threatened that the Cimbri would make him pay for this, and so would the Teutones when they arrived. “They’re not far off,” Marius replied, “and it would be rude of you to leave without saying hello to your allies.” With that, he ordered the kings of the Teutones to be brought out, as they were, in chains; they had been captured by the Sequani in the Alps before they could escape. As soon as this became known to the Cimbri, they quickly marched against Marius, who was then staying put and guarding his camp.
It is said, that against this battle, Marius first altered the construction of the Roman javelins. For before, at the place where the wood was joined to the iron, it was made fast with two iron pins; but now Marius let one of them alone as it was, and pulling out the other, put a weak wooden peg in its place, thus contriving, that when it was driven into the enemy’s shield, it should not stand right out, but the wooden peg breaking, the iron should bend, and so the javelin should hold fast by its crooked point, and drag. Boeorix, king of the Cimbri, came with a small party of horse to the Roman camp, and challenged Marius to appoint the time and place, where they might meet and fight for the country. Marius answered, that the Romans never consulted their enemies when to fight; however, he would gratify the Cimbri so far; and so they fixed upon the third day after, and for the place, the plain near Vercellae, which was convenient enough for the Roman horse, and afforded room for the enemy to display their numbers.
It’s said that before this battle, Marius changed how the Roman javelins were made. Previously, the part where the wood connected to the iron was secured with two iron pins; now, Marius kept one pin as is and removed the other, replacing it with a weak wooden peg. This design meant that when the javelin hit the enemy's shield, rather than sticking straight out, the wooden peg would break, causing the iron to bend. This way, the javelin would stay lodged due to its crooked point and drag. Boeorix, the king of the Cimbri, came with a small group of cavalry to the Roman camp and challenged Marius to set a time and place for a battle over the land. Marius replied that the Romans never asked their enemies when to fight; however, he agreed to accommodate the Cimbri to some extent. They decided on a meeting three days later, at a location on the plain near Vercellae, which was suitable for the Roman cavalry and provided enough space for the enemy to show their numbers.
They observed the time appointed, and drew out their forces against each other. Catulus commanded twenty thousand three hundred, and Marius thirty-two thousand, who were placed in the two wings, leaving Catulus the center. Sylla, who was present at the fight, gives this account; saying, also, that Marius drew up his army in this order, because he expected that the armies would meet on the wings, since it generally happens that in such extensive fronts the center falls back, and thus he would have the whole victory to himself and his soldiers, and Catulus would not be even engaged. They tell us, also, that Catulus himself alleged this in vindication of his honor, accusing, in various ways, the enviousness of Marius. The infantry of the Cimbri marched quietly out of their fortifications, having their flanks equal to their front; every side of the army taking up thirty furlongs. Their horse, that were in number fifteen thousand, made a very splendid appearance. They wore helmets, made to resemble the heads and jaws of wild beasts, and other strange shapes, and heightening these with plumes of feathers, they made themselves appear taller than they were. They had breastplates of iron, and white glittering shields; and for their offensive arms, every one had two darts, and when they came hand to hand, they used large and heavy swords.
They respected the agreed-upon time and lined up their forces against each other. Catulus led 23,300 men, while Marius commanded 32,000, who were positioned on the two wings, leaving Catulus in the center. Sylla, who was present during the battle, describes it this way, noting that Marius arranged his army in this formation because he anticipated that the armies would clash on the wings. This typically happens with such wide fronts, as the center usually retreats, allowing him to claim the whole victory for himself and his soldiers, while Catulus would remain uninvolved. They say that Catulus himself claimed this as a defense of his honor, accusing Marius of being envious in various ways. The infantry of the Cimbri marched out of their fortifications quietly, with their flanks equal to their front; each side of the army extended for thirty furlongs. Their cavalry, numbering 15,000, looked impressive. They wore helmets designed to look like the heads and jaws of wild animals and other bizarre shapes, enhancing their appearance with plumes of feathers to make themselves look taller. They had iron breastplates and shiny white shields; for offensive weapons, each man had two darts, and in close combat, they used large, heavy swords.
The cavalry did not fall directly upon the front of the Romans, but, turning to the right, they endeavored to draw them on in that direction by little and little, so as to get them between themselves and their infantry, who were placed in the left wing. The Roman commanders soon perceived the design, but could not contain the soldiers; for one happening to shout out that the enemy fled, they all rushed to pursue them, while the whole barbarian foot came on, moving like a great ocean. Here Marius, having washed his hands, and lifting them up towards heaven, vowed an hecatomb to the gods; and Catulus, too, in the same posture, solemnly promised to consecrate a temple to the “Fortune of that day.” They say, too, that Marius, having the victim showed to him as he was sacrificing, cried out with a loud voice, “the victory is mine.”
The cavalry didn't attack the Romans head-on; instead, they turned to the right, trying to lure the Romans in that direction little by little, aiming to place them between themselves and their infantry stationed on the left wing. The Roman leaders soon realized the plan, but they couldn't control the soldiers; when one shouted that the enemy was fleeing, everyone charged after them, while the entire barbarian infantry advanced like a massive wave. At that point, Marius, having washed his hands, raised them toward heaven and vowed to offer a large sacrifice to the gods; Catulus, in the same position, promised to build a temple to the "Fortune of that day." It's also said that as Marius was sacrificing the victim, he shouted loudly, "The victory is mine."
However, in the engagement, according to the accounts of Sylla and his friends, Marius met with what might be called a mark of divine displeasure. For a great dust being raised, which (as it might very probably happen) almost covered both the armies, he, leading on his forces to the pursuit, missed the enemy, and having passed by their array, moved, for a good space, up and down the field; meanwhile the enemy, by chance, engaged with Catulus, and the heat of the battle was chiefly with him and his men, among whom Sylla says he was; adding, that the Romans had great advantage of the heat and sun that shone in the faces of the Cimbri. For they, well able to endure cold, and having been bred up, (as we observed before,) in cold and shady countries, were overcome with the excessive heat; they sweated extremely, and were much out of breath, being forced to hold their shields before their faces; for the battle was fought not long after the summer solstice, or, as the Romans reckon, upon the third day before the new moon of the month now called August, and then Sextilis. The dust, too, gave the Romans no small addition to their courage, inasmuch as it hid the enemy. For afar off they could not discover their number; but every one advancing to encounter those that were nearest to them, they came to fight hand to hand, before the sight of so vast a multitude had struck terror into them. They were so much used to labor, and so well exercised, that in all the heat and toil of the encounter, not one of them was observed either to sweat, or to be out of breath; so much so, that Catulus himself, they say, recorded it in commendation of his soldiers.
However, during the battle, according to the accounts of Sylla and his friends, Marius encountered what could be seen as a sign of divine disapproval. A huge cloud of dust was kicked up, which nearly blinded both armies. As he led his forces into pursuit, he lost sight of the enemy and wandered around the field for quite a while. Meanwhile, the enemy happened to engage with Catulus, and the intensity of the battle was primarily focused on him and his men, among whom Sylla claims he was present. He added that the Romans had a significant advantage due to the heat and the sun glaring in the faces of the Cimbri. The Cimbri, who were accustomed to cold weather and had grown up in chilly, shaded regions, were overwhelmed by the extreme heat; they were sweating heavily and short of breath, forced to hold their shields up to shield their faces. The battle took place shortly after the summer solstice, or, as the Romans counted, three days before the new moon in what is now called August. The dust also boosted the Romans' morale since it obscured their enemies. From a distance, they couldn’t make out how many there were, but as each soldier moved in to confront the closest enemy, they engaged in hand-to-hand combat before the sight of such a vast crowd could frighten them. They were so accustomed to hard work and so well trained that, despite the heat and effort of the battle, not a single one of them was seen sweating or panting; in fact, Catulus himself reportedly noted this to commend his troops.
Here the greatest part and most valiant of the enemies were cut in pieces; for those that fought in the front, that they might not break their ranks, were fast tied to one another, with long chains put through their belts. But as they pursued those that fled to their camp, they witnessed a most fearful tragedy; the women, standing in black clothes on their wagons, slew all that fled, some their husbands, some their brethren, others their fathers; and strangling their little children with their own hands, threw them under the wheels, and the feet of the cattle, and then killed themselves. They tell of one who hung herself from the end of the pole of a wagon, with her children tied dangling at her heels. The men, for want of trees, tied themselves, some to the horns of the oxen, others by the neck to their legs, that so pricking them on, by the starting and springing of the beasts, they might be torn and trodden to pieces. Yet for all they thus massacred themselves, above sixty thousand were taken prisoners, and those that were slain were said to be twice as many.
Here, the majority of the bravest enemies were killed; the fighters at the front, to keep their ranks intact, were tightly bound to each other with long chains through their belts. But as they chased those fleeing to their camp, they witnessed a horrific scene: the women, dressed in black on their wagons, killed everyone trying to escape—some their husbands, some their brothers, and others their fathers; and in a desperate act, they strangled their little children with their own hands, throwing them under the wheels and feet of the cattle, and then took their own lives. They say one woman hanged herself from the end of a wagon pole, with her children tied and dangling at her feet. The men, lacking trees, tied themselves—some to the horns of the oxen, others by the neck to their legs—hoping that by prodding the animals, they would be torn apart and trampled. Still, despite their self-massacres, over sixty thousand were captured, with reports suggesting that the number of those killed was twice as many.
The ordinary plunder was taken by Marius’s soldiers, but the other spoils, as ensigns, trumpets, and the like, they say, were brought to Catulus’s camp; which he used for the best argument that the victory was obtained by himself and his army. Some dissensions arising, as was natural, among the soldiers, the deputies from Parma being then present, were made judges of the controversy; whom Catulus’s men carried about among their slain enemies, and manifestly showed them that they were slain by their javelins, which were known by the inscriptions, having Catulus’s name cut in the wood. Nevertheless, the whole glory of the action was ascribed to Marius, on account of his former victory, and under color of his present authority; the populace more especially styling him the third founder of their city, as having diverted a danger no less threatening than was that when the Gauls sacked Rome; and every one, in their feasts and rejoicings at home with their wives and children, made offerings and libations in honor of “The Gods and Marius;” and would have had him solely have the honor of both the triumphs. However, he did not do so, but triumphed together with Catulus, being desirous to show his moderation even in such great circumstances of good fortune, besides, he was not a little afraid of the soldiers in Catulus’s army, lest, if he should wholly bereave their general of the honor, they should endeavor to hinder him of his triumph.
Marius’s soldiers took the common loot, but they say that other trophies like banners and trumpets were brought to Catulus’s camp. He used these as proof that the victory was really his and his army's. Natural disagreements arose among the soldiers, and with delegates from Parma present, they were asked to settle the dispute. Catulus’s men showed the delegates the bodies of their enemies, demonstrating that they had been killed by their javelins, which had his name engraved on the wood. Still, the overall credit for the victory went to Marius, thanks to his earlier triumphs and the authority he held at that time. The public especially called him the third founder of their city for having averted a threat as serious as that when the Gauls invaded Rome. During their celebrations at home with their families, everyone made offerings and poured libations in honor of “The Gods and Marius,” insisting that he should get all the glory for both triumphs. However, he decided not to, choosing to celebrate alongside Catulus to demonstrate his humility even in such fortunate circumstances. Plus, he was somewhat worried about Catulus’s soldiers; if he took all the credit away from their leader, they might try to stop him from having his triumph.
Marius was now in his fifth consulship, and he sued for his sixth in such a manner as never any man before him, had done, even for his first; he courted the people’s favor and ingratiated himself with the multitude by every sort of complaisance; not only derogating from the state and dignity of his office, but also belying his own character, by attempting to seem popular and obliging, for which nature had never designed him. His passion for distinction did, indeed, they say, make him exceedingly timorous in any political matters, or in confronting public assemblies; and that undaunted presence of mind he always showed in battle against the enemy, forsook him when he was to address the people; he was easily upset by the most ordinary commendation or dispraise. It is told of him, that having at one time given the freedom of the city to one thousand men of Camerinum who had behaved valiantly in this war, and this seeming to be illegally done, upon some one or other calling him to an account for it, he answered, that the law spoke too softly to be heard in such a noise of war; yet he himself appeared to be more disconcerted and overcome by the clamor made in the assemblies. The need they had of him in time of war procured him power and dignity; but in civil affairs, when he despaired of getting the first place, he was forced to betake himself to the favor of the people, never caring to be a good man, so that he were but a great one.
Marius was now in his fifth term as consul, and he campaigned for his sixth in a way that no one had ever done before, even for their first. He sought to win the people's support and ingratiated himself with the masses through every kind of flattery; he not only diminished the authority and dignity of his position but also betrayed his own character by trying to appear likable and accommodating, which wasn't who he truly was. His desire for recognition reportedly made him extremely anxious about political matters and facing public gatherings; the confidence he consistently displayed in battle against enemies left him when he had to speak to the people. He was easily rattled by the most casual praise or criticism. It is said that after granting citizenship to one thousand men from Camerinum who had successfully fought in this war, which seemed to be an illegal act, he responded to someone questioning him by saying that the law was too quiet to be heard amidst the noise of war; however, he himself appeared more unsettled and overwhelmed by the uproar in the assemblies. His importance in times of war earned him power and respect, but in civilian matters, when he lost hope of holding the top position, he had to rely on the people's favor, showing little concern for being a good person as long as he could maintain his status.
He thus became very odious to all the nobility; and, above all, he feared Metellus, who had been so ungratefully used by him, and whose true virtue made him naturally an enemy to those that sought influence with the people, not by the honorable course, but by subservience and complaisance. Marius, therefore, endeavored to banish him from the city, and for this purpose he contracted a close alliance with Glaucia and Saturninus, a couple of daring fellows, who had the great mass of the indigent and seditious multitude at their control; and by their assistance he enacted various laws, and bringing the soldiers, also, to attend the assembly, he was enabled to overpower Metellus. And as Rutilius relates, (in all other respects a fair and faithful authority, but, indeed, privately an enemy to Marius,) he obtained his sixth consulship by distributing vast sums of money among the tribes, and by this bribery kept out Metellus, and had Valerius Flaccus given him as his instrument, rather than his colleague, in the consulship. The people had never before bestowed so many consulships on any one man, except on Valerius Corvinus only, and he, too, they say, was forty-five years between his first and last; but Marius, from his first, ran through five more, with one current of good fortune.
He became really disliked by all the nobility, and most of all, he feared Metellus, who had been treated very unfairly by him, and whose true character made him naturally opposed to those who sought power with the people through dishonorable means like subservience and flattery. Marius then tried to get Metellus banished from the city, and to do this, he formed a close alliance with Glaucia and Saturninus, a couple of bold characters who had the support of a large number of the poor and rebellious masses. With their help, he passed various laws, and by bringing soldiers to the assembly, he was able to overpower Metellus. As Rutilius reports (in all other respects a reliable source, but indeed a private enemy of Marius), he secured his sixth consulship by distributing large sums of money among the tribes, using this bribery to keep Metellus out, and he had Valerius Flaccus as his ally in the consulship rather than a colleague. The people had never given so many consulships to one person before, except for Valerius Corvinus, who, they say, waited forty-five years between his first and last consulships; but Marius, since his first, went through five more all in one streak of good luck.
In the last, especially, he contracted a great deal of hatred, by committing several gross misdemeanors in compliance with the desires of Saturninus; among which was the murder of Nonius, whom Saturninus slew, because he stood in competition with him for the tribuneship. And when, afterwards, Saturninus, on becoming tribune, brought forward his law for the division of lands, with a clause enacting that the senate should publicly swear to confirm whatever the people should vote, and not to oppose them in anything, Marius, in the senate, cunningly feigned to be against this provision, and said that he would not take any such oath, nor would any man, he thought, who was wise; for if there were no ill design in the law, still it would be an affront to the senate, to be compelled to give their approbation, and not to do it willingly and upon persuasion. This he said, not that it was agreeable to his own sentiments, but that he might entrap Metellus beyond any possibility of escape. For Marius, in whose ideas virtue and capacity consisted largely in deceit, made very little account of what he had openly professed to the senate; and knowing that Metellus was one of a fixed resolution, and, as Pindar has it, esteemed Truth the first principle of heroic virtue; he hoped to ensnare him into a declaration before the senate, and on his refusing, as he was sure to do, afterwards to take the oath, he expected to bring him into such odium with the people, as should never be wiped off. The design succeeded to his wish. As soon as Metellus had declared that he would not swear to it, the senate adjourned. A few days after, on Saturninus citing the senators to make their appearance, and take the oath before the people, Marius stepped forth, amidst a profound silence, every one being intent to hear him, and bidding farewell to those fine speeches he had before made in the senate, said, that his back was not so broad that he should think himself bound, once for all, by any opinion once given on so important a matter; he would willingly swear and submit to the law, if so be it were one, a proviso which he added as a mere cover for his effrontery. The people, in great joy at his taking the oath, loudly clapped and applauded him, while the nobility stood by ashamed and vexed at his inconstancy; but they submitted out of fear of the people, and all in order took the oath, till it came to Metellus’s turn. But he, though his friends begged and entreated him to take it, and not to plunge himself irrecoverably into the penalties which Saturninus had provided for those that should refuse it, would not flinch from his resolution, nor swear; but, according to his fixed custom, being ready to suffer anything rather than do a base, unworthy action, he left the forum, telling those that were with him, that to do a wrong thing is base, and to do well where there is no danger, common; the good man’s characteristic is to do so, where there is danger.
In the end, he built up a lot of hatred by committing several serious offenses to please Saturninus. One of these was the murder of Nonius, whom Saturninus killed because he was a rival for the tribuneship. Later, when Saturninus became tribune, he proposed a law for land distribution, which included a clause requiring the senate to publicly swear to approve whatever the people voted for and not to oppose them in anything. In the senate, Marius pretended to be against this provision and claimed he wouldn't take such an oath, nor would any wise person he thought; he argued that even if there was no bad intent behind the law, it would still be an insult to the senate to be forced to give their approval instead of doing it willingly and through persuasion. He made this statement not because it aligned with his beliefs, but to trap Metellus with no way out. Marius, who believed that virtue and skill often relied on deceit, didn’t care much for what he had publicly claimed in the senate. Knowing that Metellus was resolute and, as Pindar put it, valued Truth as the highest principle of heroic virtue, he hoped to lure Metellus into making a declaration before the senate. When Metellus inevitably refused to take the oath, Marius expected it would lead to great public disdain for him, which would never be erased. His plan worked perfectly. As soon as Metellus declared he wouldn’t swear to it, the senate adjourned. A few days later, when Saturninus summoned the senators to take their oath before the people, Marius stepped forward amid complete silence, with everyone eager to hear him. He abandoned the eloquent speeches he had previously made in the senate and said that he wasn't bound by any previous opinions on such an important issue; he would gladly swear and comply with the law, but only if it really was law, a condition he added as a mere facade for his boldness. The people cheered joyfully at his taking the oath, applauding loudly, while the nobility stood by, embarrassed and annoyed at his flip-flopping. However, they complied for fear of the crowd, and one by one, they took the oath until it was Metellus’s turn. Even though his friends pleaded with him to take the oath and avoid the severe penalties Saturninus had set for those who refused, he remained firm in his resolution and refused to swear. True to his usual stance, he was prepared to endure anything rather than commit an unworthy act. He left the forum, telling those with him that doing something wrong is disgraceful, and doing good where there’s no risk is common; the true mark of a good person is to act well when there is danger.
Hereupon Saturninus put it to the vote, that the consuls should place Metellus under their interdict, and forbid him fire, water, and lodging. There were enough, too, of the basest of people ready to kill him. Nevertheless, when many of the better sort were extremely concerned, and gathered about Metellus, he would not suffer them to raise a sedition upon his account, but with this calm reflection left the city, “Either when the posture of affairs is mended and the people repent, I shall be recalled, or if things remain in their present condition, it will be best to be absent.” But what great favor and honor Metellus received in his banishment, and in what manner he spent his time at Rhodes, in philosophy, will be more fitly our subject, when we write his life.
Saturninus then put it to a vote that the consuls should place Metellus under an interdict, prohibiting him from fire, water, and shelter. There were also plenty of the lowest individuals ready to kill him. However, when many respectable people were very concerned and gathered around Metellus, he wouldn’t let them incite a riot on his behalf. Instead, with a calm reflection, he left the city, saying, “Either when the situation improves and the people regret their actions, I will be recalled, or if things stay the same, it’s better for me to be away.” But the great favor and respect Metellus received during his exile, along with how he spent his time in Rhodes studying philosophy, will be better covered when we tell his story.
Marius, in return for this piece of service, was forced to connive at Saturninus, now proceeding to the very height of insolence and violence, and was, without knowing it, the instrument of mischief beyond endurance, the only course of which was through outrages and massacres to tyranny and the subversion of the government. Standing in some awe of the nobility, and, at the same time, eager to court the commonalty, he was guilty of a most mean and dishonest action. When some of the great men came to him at night to stir him up against Saturninus, at the other door, unknown to them, he let him in; then making the same presence of some disorder of body to both, he ran from one party to the other, and staying at one time with them and another with him, he instigated and exasperated them one against another. At length when the senate and equestrian order concerted measures together, and openly manifested their resentment, he did bring his soldiers into the forum, and driving the insurgents into the capitol, and then cutting off the conduits, forced them to surrender by want of water. They, in this distress, addressing themselves to him, surrendered, as it is termed, on the public faith. He did his utmost to save their lives, but so wholly in vain, that when they came down into the forum, they were all basely murdered. Thus he had made himself equally odious both to the nobility and commons, and when the time was come to create censors, though he was the most obvious man, yet he did not petition for it; but fearing the disgrace of being repulsed, permitted others, his inferiors, to be elected, though he pleased himself by giving out, that he was not willing to disoblige too many by undertaking a severe inspection into their lives and conduct.
Marius, in exchange for this service, had to turn a blind eye to Saturninus, who was now at the peak of arrogance and violence, and unknowingly became a source of trouble that was unbearable, leading only to outrageous acts and massacres, ultimately resulting in tyranny and the overthrow of the government. He felt a measure of fear towards the nobility, while being eager to win over the common people, which led him to act in a very petty and dishonest way. When some prominent figures came to him at night to encourage him to act against Saturninus, he secretly allowed Saturninus in through another door. Then he pretended to be unwell in front of both groups, moving back and forth between them, stirring up tension and animosity. Eventually, when the Senate and the equestrian order worked together and openly showed their anger, he brought his soldiers into the forum, forcing the rebels into the Capitol and cutting off their water supply, which compelled them to surrender due to thirst. In their desperation, they turned to him and surrendered, as it's called, on public faith. He tried his best to save their lives, but it was all in vain; when they came down into the forum, they were all brutally murdered. Thus, he made himself equally hated by both the nobility and the common people. When it was time to appoint censors, even though he was the most obvious choice, he didn’t put himself forward, fearing the embarrassment of being rejected. Instead, he allowed others, who were beneath him, to be elected, all while convincing himself that he didn't want to offend too many people by subjecting them to a harsh examination of their lives and conduct.
There was now an edict preferred to recall Metellus from banishment; this he vigorously, but in vain, opposed both by word and deed, and was at length obliged to desist. The people unanimously voted for it; and he, not able to endure the sight of Metellus’s return, made a voyage to Cappadocia and Galatia; giving out that he had to perform the sacrifices, which he had vowed to Cybele; but actuated really by other less apparent reasons. For, in fact, being a man altogether ignorant of civil life and ordinary politics, he received all his advancement from war; and supposing his power and glory would by little and little decrease by his lying quietly out of action, he was eager by every means to excite some new commotions, and hoped that by setting at variance some of the kings, and by exasperating Mithridates, especially, who was then apparently making preparations for war, he himself should be chosen general against him, and so furnish the city with new matter of triumph, and his own house with the plunder of Pontus, and the riches of its king. Therefore, though Mithridates entertained him with all imaginable attention and respect, yet he was not at all wrought upon or softened by it, but said, “O king, either endeavor to be stronger than the Romans, or else quietly submit to their commands.” With which he left Mithridates astonished, as he indeed had often heard the fame of the bold speaking of the Romans, but now for the first time experienced it.
There was now a decree to bring Metellus back from exile; he strongly opposed it, both verbally and actively, but eventually had to give up. The people voted for it unanimously; unable to stand the thought of Metellus’s return, he decided to travel to Cappadocia and Galatia, claiming he had to perform the sacrifices he promised to Cybele, but really motivated by other less obvious reasons. In truth, being completely uninformed about civil affairs and regular politics, he gained all his status through military achievements. Thinking his power and fame would slowly fade if he remained inactive, he was eager to stir up new conflicts. He hoped that by creating discord among some of the kings and aggravating Mithridates—who was openly preparing for war—he would be appointed as the general against him. This way, he could provide the city with new victories and his own household with the spoils of Pontus and its king’s wealth. So, although Mithridates treated him with utmost respect and hospitality, he wasn’t swayed at all and said, “O king, either try to be stronger than the Romans, or submit to their authority.” This left Mithridates stunned; while he had often heard about the boldness of the Romans, this was the first time he experienced it firsthand.
When Marius returned again to Rome, he built a house close by the forum, either, as he himself gave out, that he was not willing his clients should be tired with going far, or that he imagined distance was the reason why more did not come. This, however, was not so; the real reason was, that being inferior to others in agreeableness of conversation and the arts of political life, like a mere tool and implement of war, he was thrown aside in time of peace. Amongst all those whose brightness eclipsed his glory, he was most incensed against Sylla, who had owed his rise to the hatred which the nobility bore Marius; and had made his disagreement with him the one principle of his political life. When Bocchus, king of Numidia, who was styled the associate of the Romans, dedicated some figures of Victory in the capitol, and with them a representation in gold, of himself delivering Jugurtha to Sylla, Marius upon this was almost distracted with rage and ambition, as though Sylla had arrogated this honor to himself, and endeavored forcibly to pull down these presents; Sylla, on the other side, as vigorously resisted him; but the Social War then on a sudden threatening the city, put a stop to this sedition, when just ready to break out. For the most warlike and best-peopled countries of all Italy formed a confederacy together against Rome, and were within a little of subverting the empire; as they were indeed strong, not only in their weapons and the valor of their soldiers, but stood nearly upon equal terms with the Romans, as to the skill and daring of their commanders.
When Marius returned to Rome again, he built a house near the forum, either because he claimed he didn’t want his clients to have to travel far or because he thought that the distance was why more people didn’t come. However, that wasn’t the real reason; the truth was that, compared to others, he was lacking in charm and political skills, and as a result, he was sidelined during peacetime. Among all those whose achievements overshadowed his, he was especially bitter toward Sylla, who had risen to power partly because of the resentment the elite had toward Marius, and had made his rivalry with Marius the cornerstone of his political career. When Bocchus, the King of Numidia, known as a friend of the Romans, dedicated some statues of Victory in the Capitol, along with a gold representation of himself handing Jugurtha over to Sylla, Marius was nearly driven mad with rage and ambition, as if Sylla had stolen this honor for himself. He tried to forcibly remove these gifts, while Sylla, in turn, fiercely opposed him. However, the Social War suddenly threatening the city prevented this uprising just as it was about to erupt. The most warlike and populous regions of Italy had formed a coalition against Rome and were close to overthrowing the empire; they were strong not only in arms and the courage of their soldiers but also stood nearly on equal footing with the Romans in terms of the skill and boldness of their leaders.
As much glory and power as this war, so various in its events and so uncertain as to its success, conferred upon Sylla, so much it took away from Marius, who was thought tardy, unenterprising, and timid, whether it were that his age was now quenching his former heat and vigor, (for he was above sixty-five years old,) or that having, as he himself said, some distemper that affected his muscles, and his body being unfit for action, he did service above his strength. Yet, for all this, he came off victor in a considerable battle, wherein he slew six thousand of the enemies, and never once gave them any advantage over him; and when he was surrounded by the works of the enemy, he contained himself, and though insulted over, and challenged, did not yield to the provocation. The story is told that when Publius Silo, a man of the greatest repute and authority among the enemies, said to him, “If you are indeed a great general, Marius, leave your camp and fight a battle,” he replied, “If you are one, make me do so.” And another time, when the enemy gave them a good opportunity of a battle, and the Romans through fear durst not charge, so that both parties retreated, he called an assembly of his soldiers and said, “It is no small question whether I should call the enemies, or you, the greater cowards, for neither did they dare to face your backs, nor you to confront theirs.” At length, professing to be worn out with the infirmity of his body, he laid down his command.
As much glory and power as this war, with its varied events and uncertain outcomes, brought to Sylla, it took away from Marius, who was seen as slow, unambitious, and timid. This might have been due to his age, as he was over sixty-five, which diminished his former energy and vigor, or perhaps he was struggling with some illness that affected his muscles, making him physically unfit for action. Despite all this, he emerged victorious in a significant battle, where he defeated six thousand enemies without giving them any advantage. Even when surrounded by enemy fortifications, he remained composed, and although he faced insults and challenges, he refused to rise to the bait. There's a story about how when Publius Silo, a highly respected and authoritative figure among the enemies, said to him, “If you really are a great general, Marius, leave your camp and fight,” Marius replied, “If you are one, make me do so.” On another occasion, when the enemy presented a good chance for battle but the Romans were too afraid to attack, causing both sides to retreat, he gathered his soldiers and said, “It's debatable whether I should call the enemies or you the greater cowards, as neither did they dare to face your backs nor you to confront theirs.” Eventually, citing his physical limitations, he stepped down from his command.
Afterwards, when the Italians were worsted, there were several candidates suing, with the aid of the popular leaders, for the chief command in the war with Mithridates. Sulpicius, tribune of the people, a bold and confident man, contrary to everybody’s expectation, brought forward Marius, and proposed him as proconsul and general in that war. The people were divided; some were on Marius’s side, others voted for Sylla, and jeeringly bade Marius go to his baths at Baiae, to cure his body, worn out, as himself confessed, with age and catarrhs. Marius had, indeed, there, about Misenum, a villa more effeminately and luxuriously furnished than seemed to become one that had seen service in so many and great wars and expeditions. This same house Cornelia bought for seventy-five thousand drachmas, and not long after Lucius Lucullus, for two million five hundred thousand; so rapid and so great was the growth of Roman sumptuosity. Yet, in spite of all this, out of a mere boyish passion for distinction, affecting to shake off his age and weakness, he went down daily to the Campus Martius, and exercising himself with the youth, showed himself still nimble in his armor, and expert in riding; though he was undoubtedly grown bulky in his old age, and inclining to excessive fatness and corpulency.
After the Italians were defeated, several candidates, supported by popular leaders, were competing for the top command in the war against Mithridates. Sulpicius, a bold and confident tribune of the people, unexpectedly nominated Marius as proconsul and general for that war. The public was divided; some backed Marius, while others voted for Sylla, mocking Marius to go to his baths at Baiae to heal his body, which he admitted was worn out from age and ailments. Marius did indeed have a villa around Misenum that was more luxuriously furnished than one would expect from someone with his military background. Cornelia bought that same house for seventy-five thousand drachmas, and not long after, Lucius Lucullus purchased it for two million five hundred thousand drachmas; such was the rapid rise of Roman extravagance. Yet, despite all this, driven by a youthful desire for distinction and trying to shake off his age and frailty, he went to the Campus Martius every day. There, he exercised with the young men, demonstrating he was still quick in his armor and skilled at riding, even though he had undoubtedly become bulky and somewhat overweight in his old age.
Some people were pleased with this, and went continually to see him competing and displaying himself in these exercises; but the better sort that saw him, pitied the cupidity and ambition that made one who had risen from utter poverty to extreme wealth, and out of nothing into greatness, unwilling to admit any limit to his high fortune, or to be content with being admired, and quietly enjoying what he had already got: why, as if he still were indigent, should he at so great an age leave his glory and his triumphs to go into Cappadocia and the Euxine Sea, to fight Archelaus and Neoptolemus, Mithridates’s generals? Marius’s pretenses for this action of his seemed very ridiculous; for he said he wanted to go and teach his son to be a general.
Some people were happy about this and kept going to watch him compete and show off in these events; but the more respectable folks who saw him felt sorry for the greed and ambition that drove someone who had risen from complete poverty to extreme wealth, and from nothing to greatness, unwilling to accept any limits to his success or to be satisfied with being admired and quietly enjoying what he had already achieved. Why, at such an old age, should he leave his glory and victories to head to Cappadocia and the Euxine Sea to fight Archelaus and Neoptolemus, generals of Mithridates? Marius’s reasons for his actions seemed quite ridiculous; he claimed he wanted to go teach his son to be a general.
The condition of the city, which had long been unsound and diseased, became hopeless now that Marius found so opportune an instrument for the public destruction as Sulpicius’s insolence. This man professed, in all other respects, to admire and imitate Saturninus; only he found fault with him for backwardness and want of spirit in his designs. He, therefore, to avoid this fault, got six hundred of the equestrian order about him as his guard, whom he named anti-senators; and with these confederates he set upon the consuls, whilst they were at the assembly, and took the son of one of them, who fled from the forum, and slew him. Sylla, being hotly pursued, took refuge in Marius’s house, which none could suspect, by that means escaping those that sought him, who hastily passed by there, and, it is said, was safely conveyed by Marius himself out at the other door, and came to the camp. Yet Sylla, in his memoirs, positively denies that he fled to Marius, saying he was carried thither to consult upon the matters to which Sulpicius would have forced him, against his will, to consent; that he, surrounding him with drawn swords, hurried him to Marius, and constrained him thus, till he went thence to the forum and removed, as they required him to do, the interdict on business.
The state of the city, which had long been unhealthy and suffering, became desperate when Marius found such a convenient tool for public chaos in Sulpicius’s arrogance. This man claimed to admire and emulate Saturninus in every way, but he criticized him for being slow and lacking ambition in his plans. To avoid this shortcoming, he gathered six hundred members of the equestrian order to serve as his guards, whom he called anti-senators. With these allies, he attacked the consuls while they were at the assembly and captured the son of one of them as he fled the forum, killing him. Sylla, being chased aggressively, sought refuge in Marius’s house, which no one suspected, thus escaping his pursuers, who quickly passed by. It is said that Marius himself safely led Sylla out the back door and he made his way to the camp. However, Sylla, in his memoirs, firmly denies that he fled to Marius, stating that he was taken there to discuss matters that Sulpicius was trying to force him to agree to against his will; that Sulpicius surrounded him with drawn swords, rushed him to Marius, and pressured him to go to the forum and lift the ban on business as they demanded.
Sulpicius, having thus obtained the mastery, decreed the command of the army to Marius, who proceeded to make preparations for his march, and sent two tribunes to receive the charge of the army from Sylla. Sylla hereupon exasperating his soldiers, who were about thirty-five thousand full-armed men, led them towards Rome. First falling upon the tribunes Marius had sent, they slew them; Marius having done as much for several of Sylla’s friends in Rome, and now offering their freedom to the slaves on condition of their assistance in the war; of whom, however, they say, there were but three who accepted his proposal. For some small time he made head against Sylla’s assault, but was soon overpowered and fled; those that were with him, as soon as he had escaped out of the city, were dispersed, and night coming on, he hastened to a country-house of his, called Solonium. Hence he sent his son to some neighboring farms of his father-in-law, Mucius, to provide necessaries; he went himself to Ostia, where his friend Numerius had prepared him a ship, and hence, not staying for his son, he took with him his son-in-law Granius, and weighed anchor.
Sulpicius, having gained control, gave command of the army to Marius, who started making preparations for his march and sent two tribunes to take charge of the army from Sylla. Sylla, in turn, stirred up his soldiers, around thirty-five thousand fully armed men, and marched them towards Rome. First, they attacked the tribunes Marius had sent and killed them; Marius had also taken out several of Sylla’s allies in Rome and was now offering freedom to slaves in exchange for their help in the war; however, only three slaves reportedly accepted his offer. He held his ground against Sylla’s attack for a short time but was soon overwhelmed and fled; those with him scattered as soon as he got out of the city, and with night falling, he hurried to his villa, called Solonium. From there, he sent his son to some nearby farms owned by his father-in-law, Mucius, to gather supplies; he himself went to Ostia, where his friend Numerius had arranged a ship for him, and without waiting for his son, he took his son-in-law Granius and set sail.
Young Marius, coming to Mucius’s farms, made his preparations; and the day breaking, was almost discovered by the enemy. For there came thither a party of horse that suspected some such matter; but the farm steward, foreseeing their approach, hid Marius in a cart full of beans, then yoking in his team and driving toward the city, met those that were in search of him. Marius, thus conveyed home to his wife, took with him some necessaries, and came at night to the sea-side; where, going on board a ship that was bound for Africa, he went away thither. Marius, the father, when he had put to sea, with a strong gale passing along the coast of Italy, was in no small apprehension of one Geminius, a great man at Terracina, and his enemy; and therefore bade the seamen hold off from that place. They were, indeed, willing to gratify him, but the wind now blowing in from the sea, and making the waves swell to a great height, they were afraid the ship would not be able to weather out the storm, and Marius, too, being indisposed and seasick, they made for land, and not without some difficulty reached the shore near Circeium.
Young Marius arrived at Mucius’s farms and got ready; just as day broke, he was nearly discovered by the enemy. A group of horsemen suspected something was up and came looking for him, but the farm steward, anticipating their arrival, hid Marius in a cart full of beans. Then, after yoking his team, he drove towards the city and encountered those searching for Marius. After being safely brought home to his wife, Marius took some essentials and traveled to the seaside that night. He boarded a ship headed for Africa and set off. Marius, the father, while at sea with a strong wind along the coast of Italy, was quite anxious about Geminius, a powerful enemy from Terracina. He instructed the sailors to steer clear of that area. They were willing to comply, but with the wind blowing in from the sea and causing high waves, they worried that the ship wouldn’t withstand the storm. Additionally, Marius was feeling unwell and seasick, so they made their way to land, ultimately managing to reach the shore near Circeium with some difficulty.
The storm now increasing and their victuals failing, they left their ship and wandered up and down without any certain purpose, simply as in great distresses people shun the present as the greatest evil, and rely upon the hopes of uncertainties. For the land and sea were both equally unsafe for them; it was dangerous to meet with people, and it was no less so to meet with none, on account of their want of necessaries. At length, though late, they lighted upon a few poor shepherds, that had not anything to relieve them; but knowing Marius, advised him to depart as soon as might be, for they had seen a little beyond that place a party of horse that were gone in search of him. Finding himself in a great straight, especially because those that attended him were not able to go further, being spent with their long fasting, for the present he turned aside out of the road, and hid himself in a thick wood, where he passed the night in great wretchedness. The next day, pinched with hunger, and willing to make use of the little strength he had, before it were all exhausted, he traveled by the seaside, encouraging his companions not to fall away from him before the fulfillment of his final hopes, for which, in reliance on some old predictions, he professed to be sustaining himself. For when he was yet but very young, and lived in the country, he caught in the skirt of his garment an eagle’s nest, as it was falling, in which were seven young ones, which his parents seeing and much admiring, consulted the augurs about it, who told them that he should become the greatest man in the world, and that the fates had decreed he should seven times be possessed of the supreme power and authority. Some are of opinion that this really happened to Marius, as we have related it; others say, that those who then and through the rest of his exile heard him tell these stories, and believed him, have merely repeated a story that is altogether fabulous; for an eagle never hatches more than two; and even Musaeus was deceived, who, speaking of the eagle, says that, —
The storm was getting worse and their food supplies were running low, so they left their ship and wandered aimlessly, just like people in great distress tend to avoid the present moment, which feels like the greatest evil, and instead cling to uncertain hopes. Both the land and the sea were equally unsafe for them; it was dangerous to encounter others, but it was just as risky to meet no one, given their lack of basic necessities. Eventually, though it was late, they came across a few poor shepherds who had nothing to offer them. However, recognizing Marius, they warned him to leave as soon as possible, as they'd seen a group of horsemen looking for him just a little further down the road. Realizing he was in a tight spot, especially since his companions were too weak to go any further after fasting for so long, he decided to stray from the path and hide in a thick forest, where he spent the night in great misery. The next day, driven by hunger and eager to make the most of his dwindling strength, he traveled along the coastline, urging his companions not to abandon him before his ultimate goals were achieved, which he claimed to be sustained by some old prophecies. When he was just a young boy living in the countryside, he once caught an eagle’s nest in the hem of his garment as it fell, containing seven eaglets. His parents, amazed, consulted the augurs, who told them he would become the greatest man in the world and that fate had decreed he would hold supreme power and authority seven times. Some believe this really happened to Marius, just as we've recounted; others argue that those who heard him tell these tales during his exile and believed him were simply repeating a completely made-up story, since an eagle never hatches more than two chicks; even Musaeus was mistaken, who, speaking of the eagle, said that—
“She lays three eggs, hatches two, and rears one.”
“She lays three eggs, hatches two, and raises one.”
However this be, it is certain Marius, in his exile and greatest extremities, would often say, that he should attain a seventh consulship.
However this may be, it’s certain that Marius, in his exile and during his toughest times, would often say that he would achieve a seventh consulship.
When Marius and his company were now about twenty furlongs distant from Minturnae, a city in Italy, they espied a troop, of horse making up toward them with all speed, and by chance, also, at the same time, two ships under sail. Accordingly, they ran every one with what speed and strength they could to the sea, and plunging into it, swam to the ships. Those that were with Granius, reaching one of them, passed over to an island opposite, called Aenaria; Marius himself whose body was heavy and unwieldy, was with great pains and difficulty kept above the water by two servants, and put into the other ship. The soldiers were by this time come to the seaside, and from thence called out to the seamen to put to shore, or else to throw out Marius, and then they might go whither they would. Marius besought them with tears to the contrary, and the masters of the ship, after frequent changes, in a short space of time, of their purpose, inclining, first to one, then to the other side, resolved at length to answer the soldiers, that they would not give up Marius. As soon as they had ridden off in a rage, the seamen, again changing their resolution, came to land, and casting anchor at the mouth of the river Liris, where it overflows and makes a great marsh, they advised him to land, refresh himself on shore, and take some care of his discomposed body, till the wind came fairer; which, said they, will happen at such an hour, when the wind from the sea will calm, and that from the marshes rise. Marius, following their advice, did so, and when the sea-men had set him on shore, he laid him down in an adjacent field, suspecting nothing less than what was to befall him. They, as soon as they had got into the ship, weighed anchor and departed, as thinking it neither honorable to deliver Marius into the hands of those that sought him, nor safe to protect him.
When Marius and his group were about twenty miles away from Minturnae, a city in Italy, they spotted a group of horsemen approaching them quickly, and at the same time, two ships setting sail. So, they all ran as fast and as hard as they could to the sea, jumped in, and swam to the ships. Those with Granius reached one of the ships and crossed over to an island nearby called Aenaria; Marius himself, whose body was heavy and unwieldy, struggled to stay afloat with the help of two servants, who managed to get him into another ship. By that time, the soldiers had arrived at the shore, calling out to the sailors to either come ashore or throw Marius overboard, after which they could go wherever they wanted. Marius pleaded with them in tears not to do so, and the ship’s captains, after wavering several times in their decision, first leaning one way, then the other, finally decided to tell the soldiers that they wouldn’t hand over Marius. As soon as the soldiers left in anger, the sailors, changing their minds again, came to shore and anchored at the mouth of the river Liris, where it floods and creates a large marsh. They advised Marius to come ashore, rest a little, and take care of his exhausted body until the wind shifted to a better direction; they said this would happen when the sea breeze calmed down and the winds from the marshes picked up. Marius took their advice and, when the sailors put him ashore, he lay down in a nearby field, completely unaware of what was about to happen. As soon as they got into the ship, they weighed anchor and left, believing it neither honorable to hand Marius over to those seeking him nor safe to protect him.
He thus, deserted by all, lay a good while silently on the shore; at length collecting himself, he advanced with pain and difficulty, without any path, till, wading through deep bogs and ditches full of water and mud, he came upon the hut of an old man that worked in the fens, and falling at his feet besought him to assist and preserve one who, if he escaped the present danger, would make him returns beyond his expectation. The poor man, whether he had formerly known him, or were then moved with his superior aspect, told him that if he wanted only rest, his cottage would be convenient; but if he were flying from anybody’s search, he would hide him in a more retired place. Marius desiring him to do so, he carried him into the fens and bade him hide himself in an hollow place by the river side, where he laid upon him a great many reeds, and other things that were light, and would cover, but not oppress him. But within a very short time he was disturbed with a noise and tumult from the cottage, for Geminius had sent several from Terracina in pursuit of him; some of whom, happening to come that way, frightened and threatened the old man for having entertained and hid an enemy of the Romans. Wherefore Marius, arising and stripping himself, plunged into a puddle full of thick muddy water; and even there he could not escape their search, but was pulled out covered with mire, and carried away naked to Minturnae, and delivered to the magistrates. For there had been orders sent through all the towns, to make public search for Marius, and if they found him to kill him; however, the magistrates thought convenient to consider a little better of it first, and sent him prisoner to the house of one Fannia.
He was abandoned by everyone and lay quietly on the shore for a while. Finally, gathering his strength, he struggled forward without a clear path. After wading through deep mud and water-filled ditches, he found the hut of an old man who worked in the marshes. Falling at his feet, he begged for help to save someone who, if he escaped this danger, would repay him beyond what he expected. The old man, whether he recognized him or was moved by his commanding presence, offered rest in his cottage but mentioned he could hide him more securely if he was fleeing from someone. Marius asked him to do so, and the old man took him into the marshes, showing him a hollow spot by the river. He covered Marius with many reeds and other lightweight materials that would conceal him without pressing down too heavily. However, it wasn’t long before noise and commotion erupted from the cottage, as Geminius had sent several people from Terracina to find him. Some of them, passing by, threatened the old man for harboring an enemy of the Romans. Because of this, Marius quickly got up, took off his clothes, and jumped into a puddle full of thick mud. Even there, he couldn’t escape their search, and they pulled him out, covered in filth, and took him away naked to Minturnae, where he was handed over to the authorities. Orders had been sent out to search all the towns for Marius, with commands to kill him if he was found. However, the magistrates decided to think it over a bit more and sent him as a prisoner to the home of a man named Fannia.
This woman was supposed not very well affected towards him upon an old account. One Tinnius had formerly married this Fannia; from whom she afterwards being divorced, demanded her portion, which was considerable, but her husband accused her of adultery; so the controversy was brought before Marius in his sixth consulship. When the cause was examined thoroughly, it appeared both that Fannia had been incontinent, and that her husband knowing her to be so, had married and lived a considerable time with her. So that Marius was severe enough with both, commanding him to restore her portion, and laying a fine of four copper coins upon her by way of disgrace. But Fannia did not then behave like a woman that had been injured, but as soon as she saw Marius, remembered nothing less than old affronts; took care of him according to her ability, and comforted him. He made her his returns and told her he did not despair, for he had met with a lucky omen, which was thus. When he was brought to Fannia’s house, as soon as the gate was opened, an ass came running out to drink at a spring hard by, and giving a bold and encouraging look, first stood still before him, then brayed aloud and pranced by him. From which Marius drew his conclusion, and said, that the fates designed him safety, rather by sea than land, because the ass neglected his dry fodder, and turned from it to the water. Having told Fannia this story, he bade the chamber door to be shut and went to rest.
This woman was not very fond of him for an old reason. Tinnius had previously married Fannia, but after their divorce, she demanded her significant portion. Her husband accused her of cheating, so the dispute went to Marius during his sixth consulship. Upon a thorough examination of the case, it became clear that Fannia had indeed been unfaithful, and that her husband, aware of her infidelity, had married and lived with her for a considerable time. Marius was quite strict with both of them, ordering her husband to return her portion and imposing a fine of four copper coins on Fannia as a form of disgrace. However, instead of acting like a wronged woman, Fannia, upon seeing Marius, put aside old grievances, took care of him as best she could, and offered him comfort. He responded by telling her he hadn’t lost hope, as he had encountered a good omen. When he arrived at Fannia’s house, as soon as the gate opened, a donkey ran out to drink from a nearby spring. The donkey gave him an encouraging look, paused in front of him, then brayed loudly and pranced by. From this, Marius surmised that fate favored his safety more by sea than by land, as the donkey ignored its dry food and went for the water instead. After sharing this story with Fannia, he asked to have the chamber door closed and went to rest.
Meanwhile the magistrates and councilors of Minturnae consulted together, and determined not to delay any longer, but immediately to kill Marius; and when none of their citizens durst undertake the business, a certain soldier, a Gaulish or Cimbrian horseman, (the story is told both ways,) went in with his sword drawn to him. The room itself was not very light, that part of it especially where he then lay was dark, from whence Marius’s eyes, they say, seemed to the fellow to dart out flames at him, and a loud voice to say, out of the dark, “Fellow, darest thou kill Caius Marius?” The barbarian hereupon immediately fled, and leaving his sword in the place rushed out of doors, crying only this, “I cannot kill Caius Marius.” At which they were all at first astonished, and presently began to feel pity, and remorse, and anger at themselves for making so unjust and ungrateful a decree against one who had preserved Italy, and whom it was bad enough not to assist. “Let him go,” said they, “where he please to banishment, and find his fate somewhere else; we only entreat pardon of the gods for thrusting Marius distressed and deserted out of our city.”
Meanwhile, the magistrates and councilors of Minturnae got together and decided not to wait any longer but to kill Marius immediately. When none of their citizens dared to take on the task, a soldier, either a Gaulish or Cimbrian horseman (the story varies), entered with his sword drawn. The room wasn't very bright, and the part where Marius lay was especially dark. It’s said that Marius's eyes looked like they were shooting flames at him, and a loud voice came out of the darkness, asking, “Are you brave enough to kill Caius Marius?” The soldier immediately turned and fled, leaving his sword behind, shouting, “I cannot kill Caius Marius.” At first, they were all shocked, but soon they began to feel pity, remorse, and anger at themselves for making such an unjust and ungrateful decision against someone who had saved Italy and whom it was already bad enough not to help. “Let him go,” they said, “wherever he chooses into exile, and find his fate somewhere else; we only ask the gods for forgiveness for forcing Marius, who is in distress and alone, out of our city.”
Impelled by thoughts of this kind, they went in a body into the room, and taking him amongst them, conducted him towards the sea-side; on his way to which, though everyone was very officious to him, and all made what haste they could, yet a considerable time was likely to be lost. For the grove of Marica, (as she is called,) which the people hold sacred, and make it a point of religion not to let anything that is once carried into it be taken out, lay just in their road to the sea, and if they should go round about, they must needs come very late thither. At length one of the old men cried out and said, there was no place so sacred, but they might pass through it for Marius’s preservation; and thereupon, first of all, he himself, taking up some of the baggage that was carried for his accommodation to the ship, passed through the grove, all the rest immediately, with the same readiness, accompanying him. And one Belaeus, (who afterwards had a picture of these things drawn, and put it in a temple at the place of embarkation,) having by this time provided him a ship, Marius went on board, and, hoisting sail, was by fortune thrown upon the island Aenaria, where meeting with Granius, and his other friends, he sailed with them for Africa. But their water failing them in the way, they were forced to put in near Eryx, in Sicily, where was a Roman quaestor on the watch, who all but captured Marius himself on his landing, and did kill sixteen of his retinue that went to fetch water. Marius, with all expedition loosing thence, crossed the sea to the isle of Meninx, where he first heard the news of his son’s escape with Cethegus, and of his going to implore the assistance of Hiempsal, king of Numidia.
Driven by these thoughts, they all entered the room and took him with them, guiding him toward the seaside. Even though everyone was eager to help him and hurried as much as they could, quite a bit of time was going to be wasted. The grove of Marica, which the locals consider sacred, and where it’s a matter of faith that nothing taken inside can be brought out, was right in their path to the sea. If they went around it, they would arrive very late. Finally, one of the old men shouted that no place was so sacred that they couldn’t pass through for Marius’s safety. He then picked up some of the luggage meant for his comfort on the ship and went through the grove, with everyone else quickly following him. A man named Belaeus, who later had a painting of this event made and displayed it in a temple at the departure point, had arranged a ship for Marius. Marius boarded, and as they set sail, they ended up at the island of Aenaria, where he met Granius and other friends, and they sailed together to Africa. However, they ran out of water on the journey and had to stop near Eryx in Sicily, where a Roman quaestor was waiting and nearly captured Marius upon landing, killing sixteen of his followers who had gone to fetch water. Marius quickly left that place and crossed over to the island of Meninx, where he first heard the news of his son’s escape with Cethegus and his journey to seek help from Hiempsal, the king of Numidia.
With this news, being somewhat comforted, he ventured to pass from that isle towards Carthage. Sextilius, a Roman, was then governor in Africa; one that had never received either any injury or any kindness from Marius; but who from compassion, it was hoped, might lend him some help. But he was scarce got ashore with a small retinue, when an officer met him, and said, “Sextilius, the governor, forbids you, Marius, to set foot in Africa; if you do, he says, he will put the decree of the senate in execution, and treat you as an enemy to the Romans.” When Marius heard this, he wanted words to express his grief and resentment, and for a good while held his peace, looking sternly upon the messenger, who asked him what he should say, or what answer he should return to the governor? Marius answered him with a deep sigh: “Go tell him that you have seen Caius Marius sitting in exile among the ruins of Carthage;” appositely applying the example of the fortune of that city to the change of his own condition.
With this news, feeling somewhat comforted, he decided to leave that island and head towards Carthage. Sextilius, a Roman, was the governor in Africa at that time. He had never either harmed or helped Marius, but it was hoped that he might offer some assistance out of compassion. However, he had barely set foot on land with a small group when an officer approached him and said, “Sextilius, the governor, forbids you, Marius, from entering Africa; if you do, he says he will enforce the senate's decree and treat you as an enemy of the Romans.” When Marius heard this, he struggled to find words to express his sorrow and anger, and for a while, he remained silent, glaring at the messenger, who asked what he should say or what response he should bring back to the governor. Marius sighed deeply and replied, “Go tell him that you have seen Caius Marius sitting in exile among the ruins of Carthage,” effectively using the fate of that city as a reflection of his own situation.
In the interim, Hiempsal, king of Numidia, dubious of what he should determine to do, treated young Marius and those that were with him very honorably; but when they had a mind to depart, he still had some presence or other to detain them, and it was manifest he made these delays upon no good design. However, there happened an accident that made well for their preservation. The hard fortune which attended young Marius, who was of a comely aspect, touched one of the king’s concubines, and this pity of hers, was the beginning and occasion of love for him. At first he declined the woman’s solicitations, but when he perceived that there was no other way of escaping, and that her offers were more serious than for the gratification of intemperate passion, he accepted her kindness, and she finding means to convey them away, he escaped with his friends and fled to his father. As soon as they had saluted each other, and were going by the sea-side, they saw some scorpions fighting, which Marius took for an ill omen, whereupon they immediately went on board a little fisher-boat, and made toward Cercina, an island not far distant from the continent. They had scarce put off from shore when they espied some horse, sent after them by the king, with all speed making toward that very place from which they were just retired. And Marius thus escaped a danger, it might be said, as great as any he ever incurred.
In the meantime, Hiempsal, the king of Numidia, unsure of what to do, treated young Marius and his companions with great respect. However, whenever they tried to leave, he always found some reason to keep them there, clearly delaying them with bad intentions. Fortunately, an event occurred that helped save them. The unfortunate situation of young Marius, who was attractive, caught the eye of one of the king’s concubines, and her pity for him turned into love. At first, he resisted her advances, but when he realized there was no other way to escape and that her intentions were more serious than mere lust, he accepted her help. She managed to arrange their escape, and he fled with his friends to join his father. As soon as they greeted each other and were walking along the beach, they saw some scorpions fighting, which Marius interpreted as a bad omen. They quickly boarded a small fishing boat and headed towards Cercina, an island not far from the mainland. They had barely left the shore when they spotted some horsemen sent after them by the king, racing towards the very spot they had just vacated. In this way, Marius narrowly escaped what could be said to be one of the greatest dangers he had ever faced.
At Rome news came that Sylla was engaged with Mithridates’s generals in Boeotia; the consuls, from factious opposition, were fallen to downright fighting, wherein Octavius prevailing, drove Cinna out of the city for attempting despotic government, and made Cornelius Merula consul in his stead; while Cinna, raising forces in other parts of Italy, carried the war against them. As soon as Marius heard of this, he resolved, with all expedition, to put to sea again, and taking with him from Africa some Mauritanian horse, and a few of the refugees out of Italy, all together not above one thousand, he, with this handful, began his voyage. Arriving at Telamon, in Etruria, and coming ashore, he proclaimed freedom for the slaves; and many of the countrymen, also, and shepherds thereabouts, who were already freemen, at the hearing his name flocked to him to the sea-side. He persuaded the youngest and strongest to join him, and in a small time got together a competent force with which he filled forty ships. Knowing Octavius to be a good man and willing to execute his office with the greatest justice imaginable, and Cinna to be suspected by Sylla, and in actual warfare against the established government, he determined to join himself and his forces with the latter. He, therefore, sent a message to him, to let him know that he was ready to obey him as consul.
At Rome, news came that Sylla was engaged with Mithridates's generals in Boeotia. The consuls, due to political rivalry, had devolved into outright fighting, in which Octavius prevailed and drove Cinna out of the city for trying to establish a dictatorial government. He then made Cornelius Merula consul in his place, while Cinna, raising forces in other parts of Italy, waged war against them. As soon as Marius heard about this, he quickly decided to set sail again. He took with him some Mauritanian horsemen from Africa and a few refugees from Italy, totaling not more than a thousand. With this small group, he started his journey. Upon arriving at Telamon in Etruria and coming ashore, he proclaimed freedom for the slaves. Many of the local farmers and shepherds, who were already freemen, gathered at the shoreline when they heard his name. He convinced the youngest and strongest among them to join him, and in a short time, he gathered a sufficient force to fill forty ships. Knowing that Octavius was a good man who aimed to carry out his duties with the utmost fairness, and realizing Cinna was suspected by Sylla and actively fighting against the established government, he decided to align himself and his forces with Cinna. Therefore, he sent a message to inform him that he was ready to serve him as consul.
When Cinna had joyfully received his offer, naming him proconsul, and sending him the fasces and other ensigns of authority, he said, that grandeur did not become his present fortune; but wearing an ordinary habit, and still letting his hair grow as it had done, from that very day he first went into banishment, and being now above threescore and ten years old, he came slowly on foot, designing to move people’s compassion; which did not prevent, however, his natural fierceness of expression from still predominating, and his humiliation still let it appear that he was not so much dejected as exasperated, by the change of his condition. Having saluted Cinna and the soldiers, he immediately prepared for action, and soon made a considerable alteration in the posture of affairs. He first cut off the provision ships, and plundering all the merchants, made himself master of the supplies of corn; then bringing his navy to the seaport towns, he took them, and at last, becoming master of Ostia by treachery, he pillaged that town, and slew a multitude of the inhabitants, and, blocking up the river, took from the enemy all hopes of supply by the sea; then marched with his army toward the city, and posted himself upon the hill called Janiculum.
When Cinna happily accepted the offer that named him proconsul and sent him the fasces and other symbols of power, he remarked that such grandeur didn’t suit his current circumstances. Instead, he wore simple clothes and continued to let his hair grow as it had been. From that day, he officially went into exile. At over seventy years old, he walked slowly on foot, hoping to evoke sympathy from people. However, his natural fierceness of expression still stood out, and his humiliation made it seem like he was more frustrated than defeated by his change in fortune. After greeting Cinna and the soldiers, he quickly got ready for action and soon made significant changes to the situation. He first cut off the supply ships and, by plundering all the merchants, took control of the corn supplies. Then, he brought his navy to the seaport towns, captured them, and ultimately took Ostia through treachery, pillaging the city and killing many of its inhabitants. By blocking the river, he cut off the enemy’s hopes of receiving supplies by sea. He then marched with his army toward the city and positioned himself on the hill called Janiculum.
The public interest did not receive so great damage from Octavius’s unskillfulness in his management of affairs, as from his omitting needful measures, through too strict observance of the law. As when several advised him to make the slaves free, he said that he would not give slaves the privilege of the country from which he then, in defense of the laws, was driving away Marius. When Metellus, son to that Metellus who was general in the war in Africa, and afterwards banished through Marius’s means, came to Rome, being thought a much better commander than Octavius, the soldiers, deserting the consul, came to him and desired him to take the command of them and preserve the city; that they, when they had got an experienced valiant commander, should fight courageously, and come off conquerors. But when Metellus, offended at it, commanded them angrily to return to the consul, they revolted to the enemy. Metellus, too, seeing the city in a desperate condition, left it; but a company of Chaldaeans, sacrificers, and interpreters of the Sibyl’s books, persuaded Octavius that things would turn out happily, and kept him at Rome. He was, indeed, of all the Romans the most upright and just, and maintained the honor of the consulate, without cringing or compliance, as strictly in accordance with ancient laws and usages, as though they had been immutable mathematical truths; and yet fell, I know not how, into some weaknesses, giving more observance to fortune-tellers and diviners, than to men skilled in civil and military affairs. He therefore, before Marius entered the city, was pulled down from the rostra, and murdered by those that were sent before by Marius; and it is reported there was a Chaldaean writing found in his gown, when he was slain. And it seemed a thing very unaccountable, that of two famous generals, Marius should be often successful by the observing divinations, and Octavius ruined by the same means.
The public interest suffered more from Octavius’s poor management than from his strict adherence to the law, which led him to overlook necessary actions. For example, when several people suggested he free the slaves, he replied that he would not grant them the rights of the country from which he was driving away Marius in defense of the law. When Metellus, the son of the general who fought in the African war and was later exiled because of Marius, arrived in Rome, he was considered a much better leader than Octavius. The soldiers deserted the consul to ask him to take command and protect the city, believing that with an experienced and brave commander, they would fight boldly and emerge victorious. However, when Metellus, angered, ordered them to return to the consul, they turned to the enemy instead. Metellus, seeing the city in dire straits, chose to leave. However, a group of Chaldaeans, who were priests and interpreters of the Sibyl’s writings, convinced Octavius that things would improve and kept him from leaving Rome. He was, indeed, one of the most honest and just Romans, upholding the dignity of the consulship without bowing or yielding, strictly adhering to ancient laws and customs as if they were unchangeable mathematical facts. Yet, somehow, he fell into weaknesses, paying more attention to fortune-tellers and diviners than to those skilled in civil and military matters. Before Marius entered the city, he was pulled down from the rostra and killed by men sent in advance by Marius. It is said that a Chaldaean writing was found in his robe when he was killed. It seemed incredibly strange that one famous general, Marius, could achieve success through the same divinations that led to the ruin of Octavius.
When affairs were in this posture, the senate assembled, and sent a deputation to Cinna and Marius, desiring them to come into the city peaceably and spare the citizens. Cinna, as consul, received the embassy, sitting in the curule chair, and returned a kind answer to the messengers; Marius stood by him and said nothing, but gave sufficient testimony by the gloominess of his countenance, and the sternness of his looks, that he would in a short time fill the city with blood. As soon as the council arose, they went toward the city, where Cinna entered with his guards, but Marius stayed at the gates, and, dissembling his rage, professed that he was then an exile and banished his country by course of law; that if his presence were necessary, they must, by a new decree, repeal the former act by which he was banished; as though he were, indeed, a religious observer of the laws, and as if he were returning to a city free from fear or oppression. Hereupon the people were assembled, but before three or four tribes had given their votes, throwing up his pretenses and his legal scruples about his banishment, he came into the city with a select guard of the slaves who had joined him, whom he called Bardyaei. These proceeded to murder a number of citizens, as he gave command, partly by word of mouth, partly by the signal of his nod. At length Ancharius, a senator, and one that had been praetor, coming to Marius, and not being resaluted by him, they with their drawn swords slew him before Marius’s face; and henceforth this was their token, immediately to kill all those who met Marius and saluting him were taken no notice of, nor answered with the like courtesy; so that his very friends were not without dreadful apprehensions and horror, whensoever they came to speak with him.
When things were at this point, the senate gathered and sent a delegation to Cinna and Marius, asking them to enter the city peacefully and spare the citizens. Cinna, as consul, welcomed the delegation while sitting in the curule chair and gave a friendly response to the messengers; Marius stood next to him and said nothing, but his dark expression and stern looks clearly showed that he intended to soon fill the city with blood. As soon as the council ended, they headed toward the city, where Cinna entered with his guards, but Marius stayed at the gates and suppressed his anger, claiming that he was an exile, banished from his country by law; he insisted that if his presence was needed, they would have to pass a new decree to repeal his banishment, as if he were truly respectful of the laws and returning to a city free from fear or oppression. The people gathered, but before three or four tribes had voted, Marius abandoned his pretenses and legal arguments about his exile and entered the city with a select group of slaves who had joined him, whom he called Bardyaei. They began murdering several citizens on his orders, partly spoken and partly signaled by his nod. Eventually, Ancharius, a senator and former praetor, approached Marius, and when Marius didn't acknowledge him, his attackers killed him right before Marius’s eyes; from that point on, they immediately killed anyone who met Marius, and if they greeted him without a response, they were swiftly taken out. This made even his friends dread approaching him, filled with fear and horror whenever they needed to speak with him.
When they had now butchered a great number, Cinna grew more remiss and cloyed with murders; but Marius’s rage continued still fresh and unsatisfied, and he daily sought for all that were any way suspected by him. Now was every road and every town filled with those that pursued and hunted them that fled and hid themselves; and it was remarkable that there was no more confidence to be placed, as things stood, either in hospitality or friendship; for there were found but a very few that did not betray those that fled to them for shelter. And thus the servants of Cornutus deserve the greater praise and admiration, who, having concealed their master in the house, took the body of one of the slain, cut off the head, put a gold ring on the finger, and showed it to Marius’s guards, and buried it with the same solemnity as if it had been their own master. This trick was perceived by nobody, and so Cornutus escaped, and was conveyed by his domestics into Gaul.
Once they had killed a large number of people, Cinna became more lax and sick of the slaughter; but Marius's anger remained intense and unsatisfied, and he was on the lookout every day for anyone he suspected. Every road and town was now filled with those chasing and hunting down those who fled and hid. It was striking that, given the situation, there was no trust left in hospitality or friendship; very few would help those seeking refuge. Thus, the servants of Cornutus deserve even greater praise and admiration, as they concealed their master in the house, took the body of one of the killed, cut off its head, placed a gold ring on the finger, and showed it to Marius's guards, burying it with the same solemnity as if it had been their own master. No one noticed this trick, allowing Cornutus to escape and be taken by his servants into Gaul.
Marcus Antonius, the orator, though he, too, found a true friend, had ill-fortune. The man was but poor and a plebeian, and as he was entertaining a man of the greatest rank in Rome, trying to provide for him with the best he could, he sent his servant to get some wine of neighboring vintner. The servant carefully tasting it and bidding him draw better, the fellow asked him what was the matter, that he did not buy new and ordinary wine as he used to do, but richer and of a greater price; he, without any design, told him as his old friend and acquaintance, that his master entertained Marcus Antonius, who was concealed with him. The villainous vintner, as soon as the servant was gone, went himself to Marius, then at supper, and being brought into his presence, told him, he would deliver Antonius into his hands. As soon as he heard it, it is said he gave a great shout, and clapped his hands for joy, and had very nearly risen up and gone to the place himself; but being detained by his friends, he sent Annius, and some soldiers with him, and commanded him to bring Antonius’s head to him with all speed. When they came to the house, Annius stayed at the door, and the soldiers went up stairs into the chamber; where, seeing Antonius, they endeavored to shuffle off the murder from one to another; for so great it seems were the graces and charms of his oratory, that as soon as he began to speak and beg his life, none of them durst touch or so much as look upon him; but hanging down their heads, every one fell a weeping. When their stay seemed something tedious, Annius came up himself and found Antonius discoursing, and the soldiers astonished and quite softened by it, and calling them cowards, went himself and cut off his head.
Marcus Antonius, the speaker, even though he had found a true friend, faced bad luck. His friend was poor and a plebeian, and while trying to host a high-ranking man from Rome, he sent his servant to get some wine from a nearby vintner. The servant, after tasting the wine and suggesting he get something better, asked why he was purchasing richer, more expensive wine instead of the usual cheap stuff. Without any ulterior motive, he mentioned to the vintner, as an old friend, that his master was hosting Marcus Antonius, who was hiding with him. As soon as the servant left, the deceitful vintner went straight to Marius, who was having dinner, and when granted entry, he told him that he could deliver Antonius to him. Upon hearing this, Marius reportedly shouted with joy and almost got up to go himself, but his friends held him back, so he sent Annius with some soldiers, instructing him to bring Antonius’s head back quickly. When they arrived at the house, Annius stayed at the door while the soldiers went upstairs to the room where they found Antonius. As soon as he began to plead for his life with his persuasive speech, they hesitated, unable to carry out the murder because his charisma made them feel compassion; they all hung their heads and began to weep. After what felt like a long wait, Annius went upstairs himself and discovered Antonius speaking while the soldiers, completely taken in by his words, were softened. He called them cowards and went ahead to cut off his head himself.
Catulus Lutatius, who was colleague with Marius, and his partner in the triumph over the Cimbri, when Marius replied to those that interceded for him and begged his life, merely with the words, “he must die,” shut himself up in a room, and making a great fire, smothered himself. When maimed and headless carcasses were now frequently thrown about and trampled upon in the streets, people were not so much moved with compassion at the sight, as struck into a kind of horror and consternation. The outrages of those that were called Bardyaei, was the greatest grievance. These murdered the masters of families in their own houses, abused their children, and ravished their wives, and were uncontrollable in their rapine and murders, till those of Cinna’s and Sertorius’s party, taking counsel together, fell upon them in the camp and killed them every man.
Catulus Lutatius, a colleague of Marius and his partner in the victory over the Cimbri, when Marius responded to those who pleaded for his life with simply, “he must die,” locked himself in a room and made a large fire to suffocate himself. As dismembered and headless bodies were often thrown around and trampled in the streets, people felt less compassion and more a sense of horror and shock. The brutal actions of those known as the Bardyaei were the biggest issue. They murdered heads of families in their own homes, abused their children, and raped their wives, all while being uncontrollable in their pillaging and killings, until members of Cinna’s and Sertorius’s factions came together, attacked them in their camp, and killed every last one of them.
In the interim, as if a change of wind was coming on, there came news from all parts that Sylla, having put an end to the war with Mithridates, and taken possession of the provinces, was returning into Italy with a great army. This gave some small respite and intermission to these unspeakable calamities. Marius and his friends believing war to be close at hand, Marius was chosen consul the seventh time, and appearing on the very calends of January, the beginning of the year, threw one Sextus Lucinus, from the Tarpeian precipice; an omen, as it seemed, portending the renewed misfortunes both of their party and of the city. Marius, himself now worn out with labor and sinking under the burden of anxieties, could not sustain his spirits, which shook within him with the apprehension of a new war and fresh encounters and dangers, the formidable character of which he knew by his own experience. He was not now to hazard the war with Octavius or Merula, commanding an inexperienced multitude or seditious rabble; but Sylla himself was approaching, the same who had formerly banished him, and since that, had driven Mithridates as far as the Euxine Sea.
In the meantime, as if a change in the air was coming, news spread from everywhere that Sylla, having ended the war with Mithridates and taken control of the provinces, was returning to Italy with a large army. This provided a brief pause from the unbearable disasters. Marius and his allies, believing war was imminent, elected Marius consul for the seventh time. On the very first day of January, the start of the year, he threw one Sextus Lucinus from the Tarpeian rock; it seemed an omen predicting new misfortunes for both their faction and the city. Marius, now exhausted from his efforts and weighed down by anxiety, could barely keep himself together, shaken by the fear of a new war and fresh threats, the daunting nature of which he knew all too well. He was no longer facing war with Octavius or Merula, leading an inexperienced crowd or a rebellious mob; instead, Sylla himself was on the way, the very man who had previously exiled him and had since driven Mithridates all the way to the Euxine Sea.
Perplexed with such thoughts as these, and calling to mind his banishment, and the tedious wanderings and dangers he underwent, both by sea and land, he fell into despondency, nocturnal frights, and unquiet sleep, still fancying that he heard some one telling him, that
Perplexed by thoughts like these, and remembering his exile, along with the exhausting journeys and dangers he faced, both at sea and on land, he sank into despair, nighttime terrors, and restless sleep, still imagining that he heard someone telling him that
— the lion’s lair
Is dangerous, though the lion be not there.
— the lion’s den
Is dangerous, even if the lion isn’t home.
Above all things fearing to lie awake, he gave himself up to drinking deep and besotting himself at night in a way most unsuitable to his age; by all means provoking sleep, as a diversion to his thoughts. At length, on the arrival of a messenger from the sea, he was seized with new alarms, and so what with his fear for the future, and what with the burden and satiety of the present, on some slight predisposing cause, he fell into a pleurisy, as Posidonius the philosopher relates, who says he visited and conversed with him when he was sick, about some business relating to his embassy. Caius Piso, an historian, tells us, that Marius, walking after supper with his friends, fell into a conversation with them about his past life, and after reckoning up the several changes of his condition, that from the beginning had happened to him, said, that it did not become a prudent man to trust himself any longer with fortune; and, thereupon, taking leave of those that were with him, he kept his bed seven days, and then died.
Above all, fearing to lie awake, he turned to drinking heavily and numbing himself at night in a way that was completely unfit for his age; trying to provoke sleep as a distraction from his thoughts. Eventually, when a messenger arrived from the sea, he was hit with new fears, and between his anxiety for the future and the exhaustion of the present, on some minor trigger, he developed pleurisy, as Posidonius the philosopher recounts, who says he visited and talked with him while he was ill about matters related to his embassy. Caius Piso, a historian, tells us that Marius, after having dinner with his friends, began discussing his past life. After going through the various changes he had experienced since the beginning, he stated that it was unwise for a sensible person to rely on fortune any longer; and then, saying goodbye to those with him, he stayed in bed for seven days before he died.
Some say his ambition betrayed itself openly in his sickness. and that he ran into an extravagant frenzy, fancying himself to be general in the war against Mithridates, throwing himself into such postures and motions of his body as he had formerly used when he was in battle, with frequent shouts and loud cries. With so strong and invincible a desire of being employed in that business had he been possessed through his pride and emulation. Though he had now lived seventy years, and was the first man that ever was chosen seven times consul, and had an establishment and riches sufficient for many kings, he yet complained of his ill fortune, that he must now die before he had attained what he desired. Plato, when he saw his death approaching, thanked the guiding providence and fortune of his life, first, that he was born a man and a Grecian, not a barbarian or a brute, and next, that he happened to live in Socrates’s age. And so, indeed, they say Antipater of Tarsus, in like manner, at his death, calling to mind the happiness that he had enjoyed, did not so much as omit his prosperous voyage to Athens; thus recognizing every favor of his indulgent fortune with the greatest acknowledgments, and carefully saving all to the last in that safest of human treasure chambers, the memory. Unmindful and thoughtless persons, on the contrary, let all that occurs to them slip away from them as time passes on. Retaining and preserving nothing, they lose the enjoyment of their present prosperity by fancying something better to come; whereas by fortune we may be prevented of this, but that cannot be taken from us. Yet they reject their present success, as though it did not concern them, and do nothing but dream of future uncertainties; not indeed unnaturally; as till men have by reason and education laid good foundation for external superstructures, in the seeking after and gathering them they can never satisfy the unlimited desires of their mind.
Some people say his ambition revealed itself through his illness, and that he fell into an extravagant frenzy, imagining himself a general in the war against Mithridates, striking poses and making movements as he did in battle, with frequent shouts and loud cries. His pride and envy drove him to have such a strong and unstoppable desire to be involved in that endeavor. Even though he was now seventy years old, the first person ever elected consul seven times, with enough wealth and stability for many kings, he still complained about his bad luck, feeling he would die before achieving what he wanted. When Plato sensed his death approaching, he thanked the guiding providence and fortune of his life, first for being born a man and a Greek, not a barbarian or beast, and secondly, for living in Socrates’s era. Similarly, it’s said that Antipater of Tarsus, before he died, remembered the happiness he had experienced and didn't even forget his successful journey to Athens, acknowledging every favor from his generous fortune and carefully retaining all of it in his memory. In contrast, careless and thoughtless individuals let everything slip away from them as time goes on. By retaining nothing, they miss out on enjoying their current success while dreaming of something better in the future; however, while we might be prevented by fortune from achieving certain things, what we currently have cannot be taken away. Yet they dismiss their present successes as if they don't matter, only dreaming of uncertain futures; this isn't completely unnatural, as until people have built a solid foundation through reason and education, they can never satisfy their endless desires while pursuing and gathering external rewards.
Thus died Marius on the seventeenth day of his seventh consulship, to the great joy and content of Rome, which thereby was in good hopes to be delivered from the calamity of a cruel tyranny; but in a small time they found, that they had only changed their old and worn-out master for another young and vigorous; so much cruelty and savageness did his son Marius show in murdering the noblest and most approved citizens. At first, being esteemed resolute and daring against his enemies, he was named the son of Mars, but afterwards, his actions betraying his contrary disposition, he was called the son of Venus. At last, besieged by Sylla in Praeneste, where he endeavored in many ways, but in vain, to save his life, when on the capture of the city there was no hope of escape, he killed himself with his own hand.
Thus died Marius on the seventeenth day of his seventh consulship, to the great joy and satisfaction of Rome, which was hopeful to be free from the disaster of a cruel tyranny; but soon they discovered that they had only replaced their old, worn-out master with another young and vigorous one; such was the cruelty and savagery his son Marius displayed in murdering the noblest and most respected citizens. At first, he was seen as brave and daring against his enemies, earning the nickname the son of Mars, but later, his actions revealed the opposite nature, and he was called the son of Venus. Eventually, besieged by Sylla in Praeneste, where he tried in many ways, but in vain, to save his life, he took his own life when the city was captured and escape was no longer possible.
LYSANDER
The treasure-chamber of the Acanthians at Delphi has this inscription: “The spoils which Brasidas and the Acanthians took from the Athenians.” And, accordingly, many take the marble statue, which stands within the building by the gates, to be Brasidas’s; but, indeed, it is Lysander’s, representing him with his hair at full length, after the old fashion, and with an ample beard. Neither is it true, as some give out, that because the Argives, after their great defeat, shaved themselves for sorrow, that the Spartans contrariwise triumphing in their achievements, suffered their hair to grow; neither did the Spartans come to be ambitious of wearing long hair, because the Bacchiadae, who fled from Corinth to Lacedaemon, looked mean and unsightly, having their heads all close cut. But this, also, is indeed one of the ordinances of Lycurgus, who, as it is reported, was used to say, that long hair made good-looking men more beautiful, and ill-looking men more terrible.
The treasure chamber of the Acanthians at Delphi has this inscription: “The spoils that Brasidas and the Acanthians took from the Athenians.” Many people think the marble statue inside the building by the gates is of Brasidas; however, it's actually of Lysander, depicted with long hair in the traditional style and a full beard. It's also not true, as some claim, that the Argives, after their major defeat, shaved their heads out of sorrow while the Spartans, celebrating their victories, let their hair grow. The Spartans were not motivated to wear long hair simply because the Bacchiadae, who fled from Corinth to Lacedaemon, looked shabby with their closely shaved heads. This is actually one of the rules set by Lycurgus, who reportedly said that long hair made good-looking men even more attractive and less attractive men seem more intimidating.
Lysander’s father is said to have been Aristoclitus, who was not indeed of the royal family, but yet of the stock of the Heraclidae. He was brought up in poverty, and showed himself obedient and conformable, as ever anyone did, to the customs of his country; of a manly spirit, also, and superior to all pleasures, excepting only that which their good actions bring to those who are honored and successful; and it is accounted no base thing in Sparta for their young men to be overcome with this kind of pleasure. For they are desirous, from the very first, to have their youth susceptible to good and bad repute, to feel pain at disgrace, and exultation at being commended; and anyone who is insensible and unaffected in these respects is thought poor spirited and of no capacity for virtue. Ambition and the passion for distinction were thus implanted in his character by his Laconian education, nor, if they continued there, must we blame his natural disposition much for this. But he was submissive to great men, beyond what seems agreeable to the Spartan temper, and could easily bear the haughtiness of those who were in power, when it was any way for his advantage, which some are of opinion is no small part of political discretion. Aristotle, who says all great characters are more or less atrabilious, as Socrates and Plato and Hercules were, writes, that Lysander, not indeed early in life, but when he was old, became thus affected. What is singular in his character is that he endured poverty very well, and that he was not at all enslaved or corrupted by wealth, and yet he filled his country with riches and the love of them, and took away from them the glory of not admiring money; importing amongst them an abundance of gold and silver after the Athenian war, though keeping not one drachma for himself. When Dionysius, the tyrant, sent his daughters some costly gowns of Sicilian manufacture, he would not receive them, saying he was afraid they would make them look more unhandsome. But a while after, being sent ambassador from the same city to the same tyrant, when he had sent him a couple of robes, and bade him choose which of them he would, and carry to his daughter: “She,” said he, “will be able to choose best for herself,” and taking both of them, went his way.
Lysander’s father was reportedly Aristoclitus, who, while not part of the royal family, was from the lineage of the Heraclidae. He grew up in poverty and was extremely obedient to the customs of his country. He had a strong spirit and was above all pleasures, except for the joy that comes from honorable and successful actions, which is considered a valued pleasure in Sparta. Young men in Sparta are encouraged from the beginning to care about their reputation—feeling pain at disgrace and joy at praise. Those who are indifferent to these feelings are seen as lacking spirit and virtue. His schooling in Laconia instilled ambition and a desire for distinction in him, and if those traits persisted, we shouldn’t blame his nature too much for that. However, he was more submissive to powerful people than what seems typical for a Spartan, enduring their arrogance when it benefited him, which some consider a key aspect of political savvy. Aristotle mentions that all great characters tend to be somewhat melancholic, as seen in figures like Socrates, Plato, and Hercules, noting that Lysander, though not in his youth, developed this trait later in life. What’s noteworthy about him is that he handled poverty well and wasn't corrupted by riches, yet he filled his city with wealth and a desire for it, taking away their honor of not valuing money; he brought in a large amount of gold and silver after the Athenian war without keeping a single drachma for himself. When Dionysius, the tyrant, sent expensive Sicilian dresses for his daughters, he refused them, saying he feared they would make them look worse. Later, when he was sent as an ambassador to the same tyrant and received a couple of robes to choose from for his daughter, he said, “She will be able to choose best for herself,” took both robes, and went on his way.
The Peloponnesian war having now been carried on a long time, and it being expected, after the disaster of the Athenians in Sicily, that they would at once lose the mastery of the sea, and erelong be routed everywhere, Alcibiades, returning from banishment, and taking the command, produced a great change, and made the Athenians again a match for their opponents by sea; and the Lacedaemonians, in great alarm at this, and calling up fresh courage and zeal for the conflict, feeling the want of an able commander and of a powerful armament, sent out Lysander to be admiral of the seas. Being at Ephesus, and finding the city well affected towards him, and favorable to the Lacedaemonian party, but in ill condition, and in danger to become barbarized by adopting the manners of the Persians, who were much mingled among them, the country of Lydia bordering upon them, and the king’s generals being quartered there a long time, he pitched his camp there, and commanded the merchant ships all about to put in thither, and proceeded to build ships of war there; and thus restored their ports by the traffic he created, and their market by the employment he gave, and filled their private houses and their workshops with wealth, so that from that time, the city began, first of all, by Lysander’s means, to have some hopes of growing to that stateliness and grandeur which now it is at.
The Peloponnesian War had been going on for a long time, and after the Athenians' defeat in Sicily, it was expected that they would soon lose control of the sea and be defeated everywhere. Alcibiades returned from exile, took command, and created a significant change, putting the Athenians back in a position to compete with their enemies at sea. The Spartans, alarmed by this turn of events and motivated to fight with renewed courage, recognized they needed a capable leader and a strong fleet, so they sent Lysander to be their naval commander. Once in Ephesus, he found the city supportive of him and favorable to the Spartan cause, but in poor condition and at risk of adopting Persian customs due to the cultural mix, as the neighboring Lydian territory had been secured by the king’s generals for some time. He established his camp there, ordered merchant ships to dock, and began constructing warships. This revitalized their ports through the trading he promoted, boosted the market by creating jobs, and filled private homes and workshops with wealth. Consequently, the city began to have hope of achieving the prosperity and grandeur it enjoys today, thanks to Lysander's efforts.
Understanding that Cyrus, the king’s son, was come to Sardis, he went up to talk with him, and to accuse Tisaphernes, who, receiving a command to help the Lacedaemonians, and to drive the Athenians from the sea, was thought, on account of Alcibiades, to have become remiss and unwilling, and by paying the seamen slenderly to be ruining the fleet. Now Cyrus was willing that Tisaphernes might be found in blame, and be ill reported of, as being, indeed, a dishonest man, and privately at feud with himself. By these means, and by their daily intercourse together, Lysander, especially by the submissiveness of his conversation, won the affections of the young prince, and greatly roused him to carry on the war; and when he would depart, Cyrus gave him a banquet, and desired him not to refuse his good-will, but to speak and ask whatever he had a mind to, and that he should not be refused anything whatsoever: “Since you are so very kind,” replied Lysander, “I earnestly request you to add one penny to the seamen’s pay, that instead of three pence, they may now receive four pence.” Cyrus, delighted with his public spirit, gave him ten thousand darics, out of which he added the penny to the seamen’s pay, and by the renown of this in a short time emptied the ships of the enemies, as many would come over to that side which gave the most pay, and those who remained, being disheartened and mutinous, daily created trouble to the captains. Yet for all Lysander had so distracted and weakened his enemies, he was afraid to engage by sea, Alcibiades being an energetic commander, and having the superior number of ships, and having been hitherto, in all battles, unconquered both by sea and land.
Realizing that Cyrus, the king's son, had come to Sardis, he went to talk with him and to accuse Tisaphernes. Tisaphernes had received orders to assist the Lacedaemonians and drive the Athenians from the sea but was believed to have become lazy and unwilling because of Alcibiades, and was paying the sailors poorly, thereby jeopardizing the fleet. Cyrus wanted Tisaphernes to be seen as to blame and have a bad reputation, as he was indeed an untrustworthy man and had a private feud with Cyrus himself. Through these means and their daily conversations, Lysander, especially with his respectful manner, won the young prince's favor and motivated him to continue the war. When it was time for him to leave, Cyrus hosted a banquet, urging him not to hesitate to express any requests he had, assuring him that he wouldn’t be denied anything. “Since you’re being so generous,” Lysander replied, “I kindly ask you to increase the sailors’ pay by one penny, so they can earn four pence instead of three.” Cyrus, pleased with his civic-mindedness, gave him ten thousand darics, from which he added the penny to the sailors’ pay. This quickly led to the enemy ships being depleted, as many sailors switched sides for better pay, while those who stayed became disheartened and began to cause trouble for their captains. Despite successfully weakening his enemies, Lysander was still afraid to engage at sea, knowing that Alcibiades was a capable commander with a superior number of ships and had remained undefeated in every battle, both at sea and on land.
But afterwards, when Alcibiades sailed from Samos to Phocaea, leaving Antiochus, the pilot, in command of all his forces, this Antiochus, to insult Lysander, sailed with two galleys into the port of the Ephesians, and with mocking and laughter proudly rowed along before the place where the ships lay drawn up. Lysander, in indignation, launched at first a few ships only and pursued him, but as soon as he saw the Athenians come to his help, he added some other ships, and, at last, they fell to a set battle together; and Lysander won the victory, and taking fifteen of their ships, erected a trophy. For this, the people in the city being angry, put Alcibiades out of command, and finding himself despised by the soldiers in Samos, and ill spoken of, he sailed from the army into the Chersonese. And this battle, although not important in itself, was made remarkable by its consequences to Alcibiades.
But later, when Alcibiades sailed from Samos to Phocaea, leaving Antiochus, the pilot, in charge of all his forces, Antiochus, to insult Lysander, sailed with two galleys into the port of Ephesus, mocking and laughing as he rowed proudly past where the ships were docked. In anger, Lysander initially launched just a few ships to pursue him, but when he saw the Athenians coming to help, he added more ships, and eventually, they engaged in a full battle. Lysander emerged victorious, capturing fifteen of their ships and setting up a trophy. As a result, the people in the city were furious and took Alcibiades out of command. Feeling disrespected by the soldiers in Samos and spoken ill of, he left the army and sailed to the Chersonese. This battle, though not significant on its own, became noteworthy because of its impact on Alcibiades.
Lysander, meanwhile, inviting to Ephesus such persons in the various cities as he saw to be bolder and haughtier-spirited than the rest, proceeded to lay the foundations of that government by bodies of ten, and those revolutions which afterwards came to pass, stirring up and urging them to unite in clubs, and apply themselves to public affairs, since as soon as ever the Athenians should be put down, the popular governments, he said, should be suppressed, and they should become supreme in their several countries. And he made them believe these things by present deeds, promoting those who were his friends already to great employments, honors, and offices, and, to gratify their covetousness, making himself a partner in injustice and wickedness. So much so, that all flocked to him, and courted and desired him, hoping, if he remained in power, that the highest wishes they could form would all be gratified. And therefore, from the very beginning, they could not look pleasantly upon Callicratidas, when he came to succeed Lysander as admiral; nor, afterwards, when he had given them experience that he was a most noble and just person, were they pleased with the manner of his government, and its straightforward, Dorian, honest character. They did, indeed, admire his virtue, as they might the beauty of some hero’s image; but their wishes were for Lysander’s zealous and profitable support of the interests of his friends and partisans, and they shed tears, and were much disheartened when he sailed from them. He himself made them yet more disaffected to Callicratidas; for what remained of the money which had been given him to pay the navy, he sent back again to Sardis, bidding them, if they would, apply to Callicratidas himself, and see how he was able to maintain the soldiers. And, at the last, sailing away, he declared to him that he delivered up the fleet in possession and command of the sea. But Callicratidas, to expose the emptiness of these high pretensions, said, “In that case, leave Samos on the left hand, and, sailing to Miletus, there deliver up the ships to me; for if we are masters of the sea, we need not fear sailing by our enemies in Samos.” To which Lysander answering, that not himself, but he, commanded the ships, sailed to Peloponnesus, leaving Callicratidas in great perplexity. For neither had he brought any money from home with him, nor could he endure to tax the towns or force them, being in hardship enough. Therefore, the only course that was to be taken was to go and beg at the doors of the king’s commanders, as Lysander had done; for which he was most unfit of any man, being of a generous and great spirit, and one who thought it more becoming for the Greeks to suffer any damage from one another, than to flatter and wait at the gates of barbarians, who, indeed, had gold enough, but nothing else that was commendable. But being compelled by necessity, he proceeded to Lydia, and went at once to Cyrus’s house, and sent in word, that Callicratidas, the admiral, was there to speak with him; one of those who kept the gates replied, “Cyrus, O stranger, is not now at leisure, for he is drinking.” To which Callicratidas answered, most innocently, “Very well, I will wait till he has done his draught.” This time, therefore, they took him for some clownish fellow, and he withdrew, merely laughed at by the barbarians; but when, afterwards, he came a second time to the gate, and was not admitted, he took it hardly and set off for Ephesus, wishing a great many evils to those who first let themselves be insulted over by these barbarians, and taught them to be insolent because of their riches; and added vows to those who were present, that as soon as ever he came back to Sparta, he would do all he could to reconcile the Greeks, that they might be formidable to barbarians, and that they should cease henceforth to need their aid against one another. But Callicratidas, who entertained purposes worthy a Lacedaemonian, and showed himself worthy to compete with the very best of Greece, for his justice, his greatness of mind and courage, not long after, having been beaten in a sea-fight at Arginusae, died.
Lysander, on the other hand, invited to Ephesus those people from various cities whom he found to be bolder and more arrogant than others. He started establishing a government made up of groups of ten and encouraged revolutions, urging them to form clubs and engage in public affairs. He claimed that once the Athenians were defeated, the popular governments would be shut down, and they would dominate their respective regions. He persuaded them of this through immediate actions, promoting his friends to high positions, honors, and roles, and indulging their greed by getting involved in wrongful acts. As a result, everyone flocked to him, flattering and seeking his favor, hoping that if he remained in power, all their greatest desires would be fulfilled. From the very start, they looked unfavorably upon Callicratidas when he succeeded Lysander as admiral. Even after he demonstrated that he was noble and just, they were still not pleased with his straightforward Dorian style of governance. They admired his virtue, much like one would admire a beautiful statue of a hero, but they longed for Lysander’s enthusiastic and beneficial support for their interests. They were deeply saddened when he left them. He further turned them against Callicratidas by returning the remaining funds meant for paying the navy back to Sardis, telling them to ask Callicratidas how he would support the soldiers. Eventually, when he set sail, he claimed to have handed over control of the fleet. But Callicratidas, to reveal the hollowness of this claim, said, “In that case, leave Samos on your left and sail to Miletus to hand over the ships to me; if we are masters of the sea, we shouldn’t be afraid to pass by our enemies at Samos.” To which Lysander replied, asserting that it was Callicratidas who commanded the ships, then he sailed off to Peloponnesus, leaving Callicratidas in a difficult position. He hadn't brought any money with him and couldn't afford to impose taxes on the towns, which were already struggling. So, the only thing he could do was to go and beg at the gates of the king’s commanders, just as Lysander had done; however, he was the least suited for this, having a noble spirit that believed it was better for the Greeks to suffer harm from each other than to flatter and wait on the gates of wealthy barbarians who had plenty of gold but nothing admirable. Nevertheless, forced by necessity, he headed to Lydia and immediately went to Cyrus’s residence, sending word that Callicratidas, the admiral, was there to see him. One of the gatekeepers replied, “Cyrus is busy drinking right now.” Callicratidas innocently responded, “That’s fine, I’ll wait until he’s done.” This time, they dismissed him as a foolish man, and he left, simply laughed at by the barbarians. When he returned to the gate a second time and was denied entry again, he took it hard and left for Ephesus, wishing many misfortunes upon those who first allowed themselves to be insulted by these barbarians and taught them to be arrogant because of their wealth. He vowed to those present that as soon as he returned to Sparta, he would do everything he could to unite the Greeks so they could stand strong against the barbarians and no longer need their assistance against one another. But Callicratidas, who had noble ambitions and proved himself worthy to rival the best of Greece with his justice, strength of character, and bravery, was defeated in a naval battle at Arginusae not long after and died.
And now affairs going backwards, the associates in the war sent an embassy to Sparta, requiring Lysander to be their admiral, professing themselves ready to undertake the business much more zealously, if he was commander; and Cyrus, also, sent to request the same thing. But because they had a law which would not suffer any one to be admiral twice, and wished, nevertheless, to gratify their allies, they gave the title of admiral to one Aracus, and sent Lysander nominally as vice-admiral, but, indeed, with full powers. So he came out, long wished for by the greatest part of the chief persons and leaders in the towns, who hoped to grow to greater power still by his means, when the popular governments should be everywhere destroyed.
And now, going back to earlier events, the allies in the war sent a delegation to Sparta, asking for Lysander to be their admiral. They claimed they would be much more committed to the cause if he was in charge, and Cyrus also sent a request for the same thing. However, because they had a law that prevented anyone from being admiral twice and still wanted to please their allies, they gave the title of admiral to a man named Aracus and sent Lysander as vice-admiral, but with full authority. So he arrived, long awaited by most of the key figures and leaders in the towns, who hoped to gain even more power through him once the democratic governments were eliminated everywhere.
But to those who loved honest and noble behavior in their commanders, Lysander, compared with Callicratidas, seemed cunning and subtle, managing most things in the war by deceit, extolling what was just when it was profitable, and when it was not, using that which was convenient, instead of that which was good; and not judging truth to be in nature better than falsehood, but setting a value upon both according to interest. He would laugh at those who thought that Hercules’s posterity ought not to use deceit in war: “For where the lion’s skin will not reach, you must patch it out with the fox’s.” Such is the conduct recorded of him in the business about Miletus; for when his friends and connections, whom he had promised to assist in suppressing popular government and expelling their political opponents, had altered their minds, and were reconciled to their enemies, he pretended openly as if he was pleased with it, and was desirous to further the reconciliation, but privately he railed at and abused them, and provoked them to set upon the multitude. And as soon as ever he perceived a new attempt to be commencing, he at once came up and entered into the city, and the first of the conspirators he lit upon, he pretended to rebuke, and spoke roughly, as if he would punish them; but the others, meantime, he bade be courageous, and to fear nothing now he was with them. And all this acting and dissembling was with the object that the most considerable men of the popular party might not fly away, but might stay in the city and be killed; which so fell out, for all who believed him were put to death.
But to those who appreciated honest and honorable behavior in their leaders, Lysander seemed to be cunning and sly compared to Callicratidas. He managed most aspects of the war through deceit, praising what was right when it benefited him, and when it didn’t, he opted for what was convenient over what was good. He didn’t see truth as inherently better than falsehood, but instead valued both based on his interests. He would laugh at those who thought that Hercules’s descendants shouldn’t use deceit in war: “Where the lion’s skin doesn’t reach, you have to patch it with the fox’s.” This was evident in his actions regarding Miletus; when his friends and allies, whom he had promised to help suppress the popular government and eliminate their political foes, changed their minds and reconciled with their enemies, he pretended to be pleased and eager to support their reconciliation. But privately, he insulted them and urged them to attack the masses. As soon as he sensed a new attempt was starting, he quickly entered the city. He found the first of the conspirators and pretended to chastise them, speaking harshly as if he wanted to punish them. Meanwhile, he encouraged the others to be brave and not fear now that he was with them. All this acting and deception aimed to ensure that the prominent members of the popular party wouldn’t escape but would instead remain in the city and be killed; which indeed happened, as all who trusted him were executed.
There is a saying, also, recorded by Androclides, which makes him guilty of great indifference to the obligations of an oath. His recommendation, according to this account, was to “cheat boys with dice, and men with oaths,” an imitation of Polycrates of Samos, not very honorable to a lawful commander, to take example, namely, from a tyrant; nor in character with Laconian usages, to treat gods as ill as enemies, or, indeed, even more injuriously; since he who overreaches by an oath admits that he fears his enemy, while he despises his God.
There’s a saying, recorded by Androclides, that shows great indifference to the obligations of an oath. According to this account, his advice was to “cheat boys with dice and men with oaths,” mimicking Polycrates of Samos, which is not very honorable for a lawful leader to emulate, especially coming from a tyrant. It also doesn’t align with Laconian customs to treat gods worse than enemies—or even more harmfully; because someone who deceives with an oath acknowledges a fear of their enemy while showing contempt for their God.
Cyrus now sent for Lysander to Sardis, and gave him some money, and promised him some more, youthfully protesting in favor to him, that if his father gave him nothing, he would supply him of his own; and if he himself should be destitute of all, he would cut up, he said, to make money, the very throne upon which he sat to do justice, it being made of gold and silver; and, at last, on going up into Media to his father, he ordered that he should receive the tribute of the towns, and committed his government to him, and so taking his leave, and desiring him not to fight by sea before he returned, for he would come back with a great many ships out of Phoenicia and Cilicia, departed to visit the king.
Cyrus sent for Lysander to come to Sardis, gave him some money, and promised more, enthusiastically assuring him that if his father didn't help him, he would support him himself. He even said that if he ran out of resources, he would sell the very throne he sat on to raise money, since it was made of gold and silver. Finally, before heading up to Media to see his father, he instructed that the tribute from the towns should be collected and assigned the governance to Lysander. As he took his leave, he asked him not to engage in naval battles until he returned, promising he would come back with many ships from Phoenicia and Cilicia, and then departed to meet the king.
Lysander’s ships were too few for him to venture to fight, and yet too many to allow of his remaining idle; he set out, therefore, and reduced some of the islands, and wasted Aegina and Salamis; and from thence landing in Attica, and saluting Agis, who came from Decelea to meet him, he made a display to the land-forces of the strength of the fleet, as though he could sail where he pleased, and were absolute master by sea. But hearing the Athenians pursued him, he fled another way through the islands into Asia. And finding the Hellespont without any defense, he attacked Lampsacus with his ships by sea; while Thorax, acting in concert with him with the land army, made an assault on the walls; and so, having taken the city by storm, he gave it up to his soldiers to plunder. The fleet of the Athenians, a hundred and eighty ships, had just arrived at Elaeus in the Chersonese; and hearing the news, that Lampsacus was destroyed, they presently sailed to Sestos; where, taking in victuals, they advanced to Aegos Potami, over against their enemies, who were still stationed about Lampsacus. Amongst other Athenian captains who were now in command was Philocles, he who persuaded the people to pass a decree to cut off the right thumb of the captives in the war, that they should not be able to hold the spear, though they might the oar.
Lysander had too few ships to risk a fight but too many to just sit around, so he set out and took some of the islands, causing destruction in Aegina and Salamis. From there, he landed in Attica, where he met Agis, who had come from Decelea to greet him. He showcased the power of his fleet to the land troops, as if he could sail anywhere and was in total control of the sea. However, upon learning that the Athenians were pursuing him, he took another route through the islands to Asia. Discovering that the Hellespont was defenseless, he attacked Lampsacus with his ships. Meanwhile, Thorax coordinated with him using the land army, launching an assault on the city walls. They captured the city by force and allowed his soldiers to loot it. The Athenian fleet, consisting of one hundred eighty ships, had just arrived at Elaeus in the Chersonese. Upon hearing that Lampsacus had been taken, they quickly sailed to Sestos, gathered supplies, and moved to Aegos Potami, facing their enemies who were still around Lampsacus. Among the Athenian commanders was Philocles, the one who convinced the people to pass a decree to amputate the right thumbs of captives in the war so they could not wield a spear, even though they could still use an oar.
Then they all rested themselves, hoping they should have battle the next morning. But Lysander had other things in his head; he commanded the mariners and pilots to go on board at dawn, as if there should be a battle as soon as it was day, and to sit there in order, and without any noise, expecting what should be commanded, and in like manner that the land army should remain quietly in their ranks by the sea. But the sun rising, and the Athenians sailing up with their whole fleet in line, and challenging them to battle, he, though he had had his ships all drawn up and manned before daybreak, nevertheless did not stir. He merely sent some small boats to those who lay foremost, and bade them keep still and stay in their order; not to be disturbed, and none of them to sail out and offer battle. So about evening, the Athenians sailing back, he would not let the seamen go out of the ships before two or three, which he had sent to espy, were returned, after seeing the enemies disembark. And thus they did the next day, and the third, and so to the fourth. So that the Athenians grew extremely confident, and disdained their enemies, as if they had been afraid and daunted. At this time, Alcibiades, who was in his castle in the Chersonese, came on horseback to the Athenian army, and found fault with their captains, first of all that they had pitched their camp neither well nor safely, on an exposed and open beach, a very bad landing for the ships, and, secondly, that where they were, they had to fetch all they wanted from Sestos, some considerable way off; whereas if they sailed round a little way to the town and harbor of Sestos, they would be at a safer distance from an enemy, who lay watching their movements, at the command of a single general, terror of whom made every order rapidly executed. This advice, however, they would not listen to; and Tydeus angered disdainfully, that not he, but others, were in office now. So Alcibiades, who even suspected there must be treachery, departed.
Then they all took a break, hoping for a battle the next morning. But Lysander had other plans; he ordered the sailors and pilots to board the ships at dawn, as if a battle would start at daybreak, and to stay there quietly and without noise, waiting for instructions, while the land army should also remain still in formation by the sea. As the sun rose and the Athenians approached with their entire fleet, challenging them to fight, Lysander, though his ships were already lined up and crewed since before dawn, didn't move. He simply sent some small boats to those stationed at the front and instructed them to stay still and maintain their formation; they were not to be disturbed, and none were to sail out and engage in battle. When evening came and the Athenians returned to their ships, he wouldn't let the sailors disembark until two or three of his scouts, who had been sent to observe, returned after seeing the enemy land. This routine continued the next day, the day after, and even the fourth day. As a result, the Athenians grew extremely confident and looked down on their enemies, thinking they were scared and intimidated. At this point, Alcibiades, who was at his stronghold in the Chersonese, rode over to the Athenian army and criticized their leaders, first for setting up camp poorly and unsafely on an exposed beach that was a terrible place for the ships to land. Secondly, he pointed out that they had to get all their supplies from Sestos, which was quite far away; however, if they took a brief detour to the town and harbor of Sestos, they would be further away from an enemy who was observing their movements under the command of a single general, whose presence made every order carried out quickly. Despite this advice, they ignored him, and Tydeus, feeling insulted that others were in charge now, grew angry. So Alcibiades, suspecting that there might be treachery, left.
But on the fifth day, the Athenians having sailed towards them, and gone back again as they were used to do, very proudly and full of contempt, Lysander sending some ships, as usual, to look out, commanded the masters of them that when they saw the Athenians go to land, they should row back again with all their speed, and that when they were about half-way across, they should lift up a brazen shield from the foredeck, as the sign of battle. And he himself sailing round, encouraged the pilots and masters of the ships, and exhorted them to keep all their men to their places, seamen and soldiers alike, and as soon as ever the sign should be given, to row up boldly to their enemies. Accordingly when the shield had been lifted up from the ships, and the trumpet from the admiral’s vessel had sounded for battle, the ships rowed up, and the foot soldiers strove to get along by the shore to the promontory. The distance there between the two continents is fifteen furlongs, which, by the zeal and eagerness of the rowers, was quickly traversed. Conon, one of the Athenian commanders, was the first who saw from the land the fleet advancing, and shouted out to embark, and in the greatest distress bade some and entreated others, and some he forced to man the ships. But all his diligence signified nothing, because the men were scattered about; for as soon as they came out of the ships, expecting no such matter, some went to market, others walked about the country, or went to sleep in their tents, or got their dinners ready, being, through their commanders’ want of skill, as far as possible from any thought of what was to happen; and the enemy now coming up with shouts and noise, Conon, with eight ships, sailed out, and making his escape, passed from thence to Cyprus, to Evagores. The Peloponnesians falling upon the rest, some they took quite empty, and some they destroyed while they were filling; the men, meantime, coming unarmed and scattered to help, died at their ships, or, flying by land, were slain, their enemies disembarking and pursuing them. Lysander took three thousand prisoners, with the generals, and the whole fleet, excepting the sacred ship Paralus, and those which fled with Conon. So taking their ships in tow, and having plundered their tents, with pipe and songs of victory, he sailed back to Lampsacus, having accomplished a great work with small pains, and having finished in one hour, a war which had been protracted in its continuance, and diversified in its incidents and its fortunes to a degree exceeding belief, compared with all before it. After altering its shape and character a thousand times, and after having been the destruction of more commanders than all the previous wars of Greece put together, it was now put an end to by the good counsel and ready conduct of one man.
But on the fifth day, the Athenians sailed over and then returned as they usually did, very proudly and full of disdain. Lysander, sending out some ships as usual to scout, instructed the captains that when they saw the Athenians landing, they should row back as fast as they could. Once they were about halfway across, they were to raise a bronze shield from the front of the ship as a signal for battle. He himself sailed around, encouraging the pilots and ship captains, urging them to keep all their crews in position, both sailors and soldiers, and as soon as the signal was given, to row boldly toward their enemies. As soon as the shield was lifted from the ships and the trumpet from the admiral’s ship sounded for battle, the ships moved forward, and the foot soldiers rushed along the shore toward the promontory. The distance between the two lands was about fifteen furlongs, which the eager rowers quickly covered. Conon, one of the Athenian commanders, was the first to spot the fleet advancing from the shore, and he shouted for everyone to get on board. In great distress, he urged some and pleaded with others, while he forced some to man the ships. But all his efforts were in vain, as the men were scattered; when they came out of the ships and didn’t expect any trouble, some went to the market, others strolled around the countryside, some slept in their tents, or prepared their dinners, being far from any consideration of what was about to happen due to their commanders’ lack of skill. As the enemy approached with shouts and noise, Conon, with eight ships, managed to sail out and escape, heading to Cyprus to join Evagoras. The Peloponnesians attacked the others, capturing some ships completely empty and destroying others while the crews were trying to load them. Meanwhile, men who came unarmed and scattered to help ended up dying at their ships or were killed while fleeing on land, as the enemy landed and pursued them. Lysander captured three thousand prisoners, including the generals, and the entire fleet except for the sacred ship Paralus and those that fled with Conon. After towing their ships, plundering their tents, and celebrating with music and songs of victory, he returned to Lampsacus, having achieved a significant victory with little effort, and completing in just one hour a war that had dragged on for an unbelievable amount of time and had seen more commanders destroyed than all previous wars in Greece combined. After changing its shape and nature countless times, and after being the ruin of more leaders than all of Greece’s prior conflicts put together, it was now ended by the wise decisions and prompt actions of one man.
Some, therefore, looked upon the result as a divine intervention, and there were certain who affirmed that the stars of Castor and Pollux were seen on each side of Lysander’s ship, when he first set sail from the haven toward his enemies, shining about the helm; and some say the stone which fell down was a sign of this slaughter. For a stone of a great size did fall, according to the common belief, from heaven, at Aegos Potami, which is shown to this day, and had in great esteem by the Chersonites. And it is said that Anaxagoras foretold, that the occurrence of a slip or shake among the bodies fixed in the heavens, dislodging any one of them, would be followed by the fall of the whole of them. For no one of the stars is now in the same place in which it was at first; for they, being, according to him, like stones and heavy, shine by the refraction of the upper air round about them, and are carried along forcibly by the violence of the circular motion by which they were originally withheld from falling, when cold and heavy bodies were first separated from the general universe. But there is a more probable opinion than this maintained by some, who say that falling stars are no effluxes, nor discharges of ethereal fire, extinguished almost at the instant of its igniting by the lower air; neither are they the sudden combustion and blazing up of a quantity of the lower air let loose in great abundance into the upper region; but the heavenly bodies, by a relaxation of the force of their circular movement, are carried by an irregular course, not in general into the inhabited part of the earth, but for the most part into the wide sea; which is the cause of their not being observed. Daimachus, in his treatise on Religion. supports the view of Anaxagoras. He says, that before this stone fell, for seventy-five days continually, there was seen in the heavens a vast fiery body, as if it had been a flaming cloud, not resting, but carried about with several intricate and broken movements, so that the flaming pieces, which were broken off by this commotion and running about, were carried in all directions, shining as falling stars do. But when it afterwards came down to the ground in this district, and the people of the place recovering from their fear and astonishment came together, there was no fire to be seen, neither any sign of it; there was only a stone lying, big indeed, but which bore no proportion, to speak of, to that fiery compass. It is manifest that Daimachus needs to have indulgent hearers; but if what he says be true, he altogether proves those to be wrong who say that a rock broken off from the top of some mountain, by winds and tempests, and caught and whirled about like a top, as soon as this impetus began to slacken and cease, was precipitated and fell to the ground. Unless, indeed, we choose to say that the phenomenon which was observed for so many days was really fire, and that the change in the atmosphere ensuing on its extinction was attended with violent winds and agitations, which might be the cause of this stone being carried off. The exacter treatment of this subject belongs, however, to a different kind of writing.
Some people viewed the outcome as a sign from the divine, and there were those who claimed that the stars of Castor and Pollux appeared on either side of Lysander’s ship when he first sailed from the harbor towards his enemies, shining around the helm. Some say the large stone that fell was a sign of the slaughter. According to common belief, a huge stone fell from the sky at Aegos Potami, which is still shown today and is highly regarded by the Chersonites. Anaxagoras is said to have predicted that if there was a slip or shake among the heavenly bodies, dislodging one of them, it would be followed by the fall of them all. No star is in the same position it originally occupied; he suggested they are heavy, like stones, shining due to the refraction of the upper air around them and are forcefully moved by the circular motion that initially kept them from falling, when cold and heavy bodies were separated from the universe. However, some hold a more plausible opinion, arguing that falling stars aren’t emissions or discharges of ethereal fire that are extinguished almost instantly in the lower air; they are not simply the sudden combustion of a large volume of lower air released into the upper region. Instead, celestial bodies, due to a relaxation in the circular movement, follow an irregular path, typically falling into the vast sea rather than onto land, explaining why they aren't often noticed. Daimachus, in his work on Religion, supports Anaxagoras' view. He claims that before this stone fell, for seventy-five continuous days, a large fiery body appeared in the sky, resembling a flaming cloud, never resting and moving in complex, broken patterns, so that the fiery pieces that broke off during this tumult were scattered in all directions, shining like falling stars. But when it eventually landed in this area, and the locals recovered from their fear and astonishment to gather together, there was no fire to be seen, nor any sign of it; only a stone lay there, indeed large, but not in any way comparable to that fiery presence. It’s clear that Daimachus needs sympathetic listeners; however, if what he says is accurate, he entirely disproves those who claim that a rock broke loose from a mountain top due to winds and tempests, being tossed around like a top, and that as soon as this force began to weaken, it dropped to the ground. Unless we assume that the phenomenon observed for so many days was indeed fire, and that the change in the atmosphere after its extinguishment was accompanied by strong winds and disturbances, which could explain the stone’s movement. A more precise examination of this subject belongs, however, to a different kind of writing.
Lysander, after the three thousand Athenians whom he had taken prisoners were condemned by the commissioners to die, called Philocles the general, and asked him what punishment he considered himself to deserve, for having advised the citizens as he had done, against the Greeks; but he, being nothing cast down at his calamity, bade him not accuse him of matters of which nobody was a judge, but to do to him, now he was a conqueror, as he would have suffered, had he been overcome. Then washing himself, and putting on a fine cloak, he led the citizens the way to the slaughter, as Theophrastus writes in his history. After this Lysander, sailing about to the various cities, bade all the Athenians he met go into Athens, declaring that he would spare none, but kill every man whom he found out of the city, intending thus to cause immediate famine and scarcity there, that they might not make the siege laborious to him, having provisions sufficient to endure it. And suppressing the popular governments and all other constitutions, he left one Lacedaemonian chief officer in every city, with ten rulers to act with him, selected out of the societies which he had previously formed in the different towns. And doing thus as well in the cities of his enemies, as of his associates, he sailed leisurely on, establishing, in a manner, for himself supremacy over the whole of Greece. Neither did he make choice of rulers by birth or by wealth, but bestowed the offices on his own friends and partisans, doing everything to please them, and putting absolute power of reward and punishment into their hands. And thus, personally appearing on many occasions of bloodshed and massacre, and aiding his friends to expel their opponents, he did not give the Greeks a favorable specimen of the Lacedaemonian government; and the expression of Theopompus, the comic poet, seemed but poor, when he compared the Lacedaemonians to tavern women, because when the Greeks had first tasted the sweet wine of liberty, they then poured vinegar into the cup; for from the very first it had a rough and bitter taste, all government by the people being suppressed by Lysander, and the boldest and least scrupulous of the oligarchical party selected to rule the cities.
Lysander, after the three thousand Athenians he had taken prisoner were sentenced to die by the commissioners, called for General Philocles and asked him what punishment he thought he deserved for advising the citizens against the Greeks. However, Philocles, unfazed by his misfortune, told him not to judge him for actions that no one could properly evaluate and to treat him now, as a conqueror, in the way he would have suffered had he been defeated. He then washed himself, put on a fine cloak, and led the citizens to their execution, as Theophrastus mentions in his history. Following this, Lysander traveled to various cities, ordering all Athenians he encountered to return to Athens, declaring that he would spare no one and would kill every man found outside the city. He aimed to create immediate famine and scarcity in Athens, wanting to make the siege easier for himself since he had enough supplies to last. He dismantled the popular governments and all other forms of governance, placing one Spartan chief officer in each city, along with ten rulers chosen from the groups he had previously established in those areas. In this way, he acted in both enemy and allied cities, sailing leisurely as he established his dominance over all of Greece. He didn’t choose leaders based on their birth or wealth but assigned positions to his own friends and allies, doing everything to please them and giving them total power over rewards and punishments. By personally being involved in many instances of violence and helping his supporters to remove their rivals, he did not present the Greeks with a positive view of Spartan rule. The words of the comic poet Theopompus fell flat when he likened the Spartans to tavern women, as when the Greeks first tasted the sweet wine of freedom, they then added vinegar to the cup; from the beginning, it had a harsh and bitter flavor, with all forms of popular governance suppressed by Lysander, and the most brazen and unscrupulous members of the oligarchic faction chosen to govern the cities.
Having spent some little time about these things, and sent some before to Lacedaemon to tell them he was arriving with two hundred ships, he united his forces in Attica with those of the two kings Agis and Pausanias, hoping to take the city without delay. But when the Athenians defended themselves, he with his fleet passed again to Asia, and in like manner destroyed the forms of government in all the other cities, and placed them under the rule of ten chief persons, many in every one being killed, and many driven into exile; and in Samos, he expelled the whole people, and gave their cities to the exiles whom he brought back. And the Athenians still possessing Sestos, he took it from them, and suffered not the Sestians themselves to dwell in it, but gave the city and country to be divided out among the pilots and masters of the ships under him; which was his first act that was disallowed by the Lacedaemonians, who brought the Sestians back again into their country. All Greece, however, rejoiced to see the Aeginetans, by Lysander’s aid, now again, after a long time, receiving back their cities, and the Melians and Scionaeans restored, while the Athenians were driven out, and delivered up the cities.
After spending some time on these matters and sending ahead word to Lacedaemon that he was arriving with two hundred ships, he combined his forces in Attica with those of the two kings, Agis and Pausanias, hoping to seize the city quickly. However, when the Athenians defended themselves, he moved his fleet back to Asia and similarly dismantled the governments in all the other cities, placing them under the control of ten leaders, with many killed and many others exiled. In Samos, he expelled the entire population and handed their cities over to the exiles he brought back. With the Athenians still holding Sestos, he took it from them and did not allow the Sestians to live there, instead distributing the city and land among the pilots and shipmasters under his command; this was his first action that the Lacedaemonians opposed, who then returned the Sestians to their homeland. Nonetheless, all of Greece celebrated as the Aeginetans, with Lysander’s help, regained their cities after a long time, while the Melians and Scionaeans were restored, and the Athenians were driven out, relinquishing their cities.
But when he now understood they were in a bad case in the city because of the famine, he sailed to Piraeus, and reduced the city, which was compelled to surrender on what conditions he demanded. One hears it said by Lacedaemonians that Lysander wrote to the Ephors thus: “Athens is taken;” and that these magistrates wrote back to Lysander, “Taken is enough.” But this saying was invented for its neatness’ sake; for the true decree of the magistrates was on this manner: “The government of the Lacedaemonians has made these orders; pull down the Piraeus and the long walls; quit all the towns, and keep to your own land; if you do these things, you shall have peace, if you wish it, restoring also your exiles. As concerning the number of the ships, whatsoever there be judged necessary to appoint, that do.” This scroll of conditions the Athenians accepted, Theramenes, son of Hagnon, supporting it. At which time, too, they say that when Cleomenes, one of the young orators, asked him how he durst act and speak contrary to Themistocles, delivering up the walls to the Lacedaemonians, which he had built against the will of the Lacedaemonians, he said, “O young man, I do nothing contrary to Themistocles; for he raised these walls for the safety of the citizens, and we pull them down for their safety; and if walls make a city happy, then Sparta must be the most wretched of all, as it has none.”
But when he realized they were in a tough situation in the city because of the famine, he sailed to Piraeus and took control of the city, which had to surrender under the conditions he set. It's said by the Lacedaemonians that Lysander wrote to the Ephors saying, “Athens is taken,” and that they replied, “Taken is enough.” However, this saying is often quoted for its cleverness; the actual decree from the magistrates was as follows: “The government of the Lacedaemonians has issued these orders: tear down the Piraeus and the long walls; abandon all the towns and return to your own land; if you do these things, you will have peace, should you desire it, and you will also restore your exiles. Regarding the number of ships, appoint whatever you deem necessary.” The Athenians accepted these terms, supported by Theramenes, son of Hagnon. At this time, they say that when Cleomenes, one of the young orators, asked him how he could act and speak against Themistocles by handing over the walls to the Lacedaemonians, which he had built against their wishes, he replied, “O young man, I am not acting contrary to Themistocles; he built these walls for the safety of the citizens, and we are tearing them down for their safety; and if walls make a city prosperous, then Sparta must be the most miserable of all, as it has none.”
Lysander, as soon as he had taken all the ships except twelve, and the walls of the Athenians, on the sixteenth day of the month Munychion, the same on which they had overcome the barbarians at Salamis, then proceeded to take measures for altering the government. But the Athenians taking that very unwillingly, and resisting, he sent to the people and informed them, that he found that the city had broken the terms, for the walls were standing when the days were past within which they should have been pulled down. He should, therefore, consider their case anew, they having broken their first articles. And some state, in fact, the proposal was made in the congress of the allies, that the Athenians should all be sold as slaves; on which occasion, Erianthus, the Theban, gave his vote to pull down the city, and turn the country into sheep-pasture; yet afterwards, when there was a meeting of the captains together, a man of Phocis, singing the first chorus in Euripides’s Electra, which begins,
Lysander, after taking all the ships except twelve and the Athenian walls, on the sixteenth day of the month Munychion—the same day they had defeated the barbarians at Salamis—decided to act on changing the government. However, the Athenians were very resistant to this, so he sent a message to the people, informing them that he noticed the city had violated the terms, as the walls were still standing after the deadline to tear them down had passed. He would, therefore, reconsider their situation since they had broken their original agreements. Some even say that at a meeting of the allies, a proposal was made to sell all Athenians into slavery; during this meeting, Erianthus, the Theban, voted to demolish the city and turn the land into sheep pastures. But later, when the captains met again, a man from Phocis sang the opening chorus from Euripides’s Electra, which begins,
Electra, Agamemnon’s child, I come
Unto thy desert home,
Electra, Agamemnon’s daughter, I come
To your lonely home,
they were all melted with compassion, and it seemed to be a cruel deed to destroy and pull down a city which had been so famous, and produced such men.
They were all filled with compassion, and it felt like a harsh act to destroy and tear down a city that had been so renowned and had given rise to such great people.
Accordingly Lysander, the Athenians yielding up everything, sent for a number of flute-women out of the city, and collected together all that were in the camp, and pulled down the walls, and burnt the ships to the sound of the flute, the allies being crowned with garlands, and making merry together, as counting that day the beginning of their liberty. He proceeded also at once to alter the government, placing thirty rulers in the city, and ten in the Piraeus: he put, also, a garrison into the Acropolis, and made Callibius, a Spartan, the governor of it; who afterwards taking up his staff to strike Autolycus, the athlete, about whom Xenophon wrote his “Banquet,” on his tripping up his heels and throwing him to the ground, Lysander was not vexed at it, but chid Callibius, telling him he did not know how to govern freemen. The thirty rulers, however, to gain Callibius’s favor, a little after killed Autolycus.
So, Lysander, with the Athenians giving up everything, called for a bunch of flute players from the city and gathered all those in the camp. They tore down the walls and burned the ships while the flutes played, with the allies wearing garlands and celebrating together, thinking of that day as the start of their freedom. He also quickly changed the government by placing thirty rulers in the city and ten in the Piraeus. He stationed a garrison in the Acropolis and made Callibius, a Spartan, its governor. Later, when Callibius was about to strike Autolycus, the athlete who Xenophon wrote about in his “Banquet,” and ended up tripping him and throwing him to the ground, Lysander wasn't upset; instead, he scolded Callibius, saying he didn’t know how to lead free people. However, to win Callibius's favor, the thirty rulers soon killed Autolycus.
Lysander, after this, sails out to Thrace, and what remained of the public money, and the gifts and crowns which he had himself received, numbers of people, as might be expected, being anxious to make presents to a man of such great power, who was, in a manner, the lord of Greece, he sends to Lacedaemon by Gylippus, who had commanded formerly in Sicily. But he, it is reported, unsewed the sacks at the bottom, took a considerable amount of silver out of every one of them, and sewed them up again, not knowing there was a writing in every one stating how much there was. And coming into Sparta, what he had thus stolen away he hid under the tiles of his house, and delivered up the sacks to the magistrates, and showed the seals were upon them. But afterwards, on their opening the sacks and counting it, the quantity of the silver differed from what the writing expressed; and the matter causing some perplexity to the magistrates, Gylippus’s servant tells them in a riddle, that under the tiles lay many owls; for, as it seems, the greatest part of the money then current, bore the Athenian stamp of the owl. Gylippus having committed so foul and base a deed, after such great and distinguished exploits before, removed himself from Lacedaemon.
Lysander then sailed to Thrace, and with the remaining public funds, along with the gifts and crowns he had received, many people, eager to present offerings to someone of such immense power—essentially the lord of Greece—sent him to Lacedaemon through Gylippus, who had previously commanded in Sicily. However, it’s reported that he unstitched the sacks from the bottom, took out a significant amount of silver from each one, and stitched them back up, unaware that each sack had a note detailing the amount inside. When he arrived in Sparta, he hid the stolen silver under the tiles of his house and presented the sacks to the magistrates, showing them that the seals were intact. But later, when they opened the sacks and counted the contents, the amount of silver did not match what the notes stated. This discrepancy puzzled the magistrates, and Gylippus's servant cryptically informed them that many owls were hidden under the tiles, since most of the current currency at the time had the Athenian owl engraved on it. After committing such a disgraceful act following his previously esteemed achievements, Gylippus left Lacedaemon.
But the wisest of the Spartans, very much on account of this occurrence, dreading the influence of money, as being what had corrupted the greatest citizens, exclaimed against Lysander’s conduct, and declared to the Ephors, that all the silver and gold should be sent away, as mere “alien mischiefs.” These consulted about it; and Theopompus says, it was Sciraphidas, but Ephorus, that it was Phlogidas, who declared they ought not to receive any gold or silver into the city; but to use their own country coin which was iron, and was first of all dipped in vinegar when it was red hot, that it might not be worked up anew, but because of the dipping might be hard and unpliable. It was also, of course, very heavy and troublesome to carry, and a great deal of it in quantity and weight was but a little in value. And perhaps all the old money was so, coin consisting of iron, or in some countries, copper skewers, whence it comes that we still find a great number of small pieces of money retain the name of obolus, and the drachma is six of these, because so much may be grasped in one’s hand. But Lysander’s friends being against it, and endeavoring to keep the money in the city, it was resolved to bring in this sort of money to be used publicly, enacting, at the same time, that if anyone was found in possession of any privately, he should be put to death, as if Lycurgus had feared the coin, and not the covetousness resulting from it, which they did not repress by letting no private man keep any, so much as they encouraged it, by allowing the state to possess it; attaching thereby a sort of dignity to it, over and above its ordinary utility. Neither was it possible, that what they saw was so much esteemed publicly, they should privately despise as unprofitable; and that everyone should think that thing could be nothing worth for his own personal use, which was so extremely valued and desired for the use of the state. And moral habits, induced by public practices, are far quicker in making their way into men’s private lives, than the failings and faults of individuals are in infecting the city at large. For it is probable that the parts will be rather corrupted by the whole if that grows bad; while the vices which flow from a part into the whole, find many correctives and remedies from that which remains sound. Terror and the law were now to keep guard over the citizens’ houses, to prevent any money entering into them; but their minds could no longer be expected to remain superior to the desire of it, when wealth in general was thus set up to be striven after, as a high and noble object. On this point, however, we have given our censure of the Lacedaemonians in one of our other writings.
But the wisest Spartans, worried about the impact of money since it had corrupted their greatest citizens, criticized Lysander's actions and told the Ephors that all silver and gold should be removed, calling it mere “alien mischiefs.” They discussed it, and Theopompus suggests it was Sciraphidas, while Ephorus says it was Phlogidas, who stated they shouldn’t allow any gold or silver in the city; instead, they should use their own local currency, which was iron. This iron was first dipped in vinegar when it was red hot so it wouldn’t be remade, making it tough and hard to shape. It was also very heavy and awkward to carry, and while large in quantity and weight, it was low in value. Most old money was like this, made of iron or, in some places, copper skewers, which is why we still see many small coins called obolus, with six of these making a drachma, since that’s how much you can hold in your hand. However, because Lysander’s supporters opposed this and tried to keep money in the city, they decided to introduce this type of money for public use, passing a law that anyone found with private money should be executed. It was as if Lycurgus feared the coin itself, rather than the greed that came from it, which they didn’t control by prohibiting individuals from holding it, but rather encouraged by allowing the state to own it, attaching a certain dignity to it beyond its everyday usefulness. It was unlikely that what was highly valued publicly could be seen as worthless privately; no one would think something that was so greatly desired for the state's use was worthless for their own benefit. Moral habits shaped by public practices tend to influence private lives more quickly than the flaws and faults of individuals can affect the entire city. It’s likely that if the community becomes flawed, the parts will be corrupted by the whole, while the vices that seep from one part into the whole can be corrected by what remains healthy. Now, terror and the law were in place to guard the citizens’ homes, preventing any money from entering them; however, they could no longer expect people's minds to resist the desire for wealth, especially since it was glorified as a worthy and noble pursuit. On this issue, we have already criticized the Lacedaemonians in one of our other writings.
Lysander erected out of the spoils brazen statues at Delphi of himself, and of every one of the masters of the ships, as also figures of the golden stars of Castor and Pollux, which vanished before the battle at Leuctra. In the treasury of Brasidas and the Acanthians, there was a trireme made of gold and ivory, of two cubits, which Cyrus sent Lysander in honor of his victory. But Alexandrides of Delphi writes in his history, that there was also a deposit of Lysander’s, a talent of silver, and fifty-two minas, besides eleven staters; a statement not consistent with the generally received account of his poverty. And at that time, Lysander, being in fact of greater power than any Greek before, was yet thought to show a pride, and to affect a superiority greater even than his power warranted. He was the first, as Duris says in his history, among the Greeks, to whom the cities reared altars as to a god, and sacrificed; to him were songs of triumph first sung, the beginning of one of which still remains recorded: —
Lysander built bronze statues of himself and all the ship captains at Delphi, as well as figures of the golden stars of Castor and Pollux, which disappeared before the battle at Leuctra. In the treasury of Brasidas and the Acanthians, there was a trireme made of gold and ivory, two cubits long, which Cyrus sent to Lysander in honor of his victory. But Alexandrides of Delphi writes in his history that there was also a deposit from Lysander, amounting to a talent of silver and fifty-two minas, in addition to eleven staters; this contradicts the widely accepted view of his poverty. At that time, Lysander, who was actually more powerful than any Greek before him, was still seen as arrogant, trying to project a superiority that exceeded what his power justified. According to Duris in his history, he was the first among the Greeks to whom cities built altars and offered sacrifices as to a god, and to him were the first songs of triumph sung, with the beginning of one of those songs still recorded: —
Great Greece’s general from spacious Sparta we
Will celebrate with songs of victory.
Great Greece's general from vast Sparta we
Will celebrate with songs of victory.
And the Samians decreed that their solemnities of Juno should be called the Lysandria; and out of the poets he had Choerilus always with him, to extol his achievements in verse; and to Antilochus, who had made some verses in his commendation, being pleased with them, he gave a hat full of silver; and when Antimachus of Colophon, and one Niceratus of Heraclea, competed with each other in a poem on the deeds of Lysander, he gave the garland to Niceratus; at which Antimachus, in vexation, suppressed his poem; but Plato, being then a young man, and admiring Antimachus for his poetry, consoled him for his defeat by telling him that it is the ignorant who are the sufferers by ignorance, as truly as the blind by want of sight. Afterwards, when Aristonus, the musician, who had been a conqueror six times at the Pythian games, told him as a piece of flattery, that if he were successful again, he would proclaim himself in the name of Lysander, “that is,” he answered, “as his slave?”
And the Samians decided that their festivals honoring Juno should be called the Lysandria. He always had the poet Choerilus with him to celebrate his accomplishments in verse. He rewarded Antilochus, who had written some verses in his praise, with a hat full of silver because he liked them. When Antimachus from Colophon and a guy named Niceratus from Heraclea competed against each other with a poem about Lysander’s deeds, he awarded the victory to Niceratus. Antimachus, frustrated, chose to hide his poem. However, Plato, who was still a young man at the time and admired Antimachus's poetry, comforted him after his loss by saying that it’s the ignorant who suffer from ignorance, just like the blind suffer from lack of sight. Later, when Aristonus, the musician who had won six times at the Pythian games, flattered him by saying that if he won again, he would proclaim himself under Lysander's name, Lysander replied, “That is, as his slave?”
This ambitious temper was indeed only burdensome to the highest personages and to his equals, but through having so many people devoted to serve him, an extreme haughtiness and contemptuousness grew up, together with ambition, in his character. He observed no sort of moderation, such as befitted a private man, either in rewarding or in punishing; the recompense of his friends and guests was absolute power over cities, and irresponsible authority, and the only satisfaction of his wrath was the destruction of his enemy; banishment would not suffice. As for example, at a later period, fearing lest the popular leaders of the Milesians should fly, and desiring also to discover those who lay hid, he swore he would do them no harm, and on their believing him and coming forth, he delivered them up to the oligarchical leaders to be slain, being in all no less than eight hundred. And, indeed, the slaughter in general of those of the popular party in the towns exceeded all computation; as he did not kill only for offenses against himself, but granted these favors without sparing, and joined in the execution of them, to gratify the many hatreds, and the much cupidity of his friends everywhere round about him. From whence the saying of Eteocles, the Lacedaemonian, came to be famous, that “Greece could not have borne two Lysanders.” Theophrastus says, that Archestratus said the same thing concerning Alcibiades. But in his case what had given most offense was a certain licentious and wanton self-will; Lysander’s power was feared and hated because of his unmerciful disposition. The Lacedaemonians did not at all concern themselves for any other accusers; but afterwards, when Pharnabazus, having been injured by him, he having pillaged and wasted his country, sent some to Sparta to inform against him, the Ephors taking it very ill, put one of his friends and fellow-captains, Thorax, to death, taking him with some silver privately in his possession; and they sent him a scroll, commanding him to return home. This scroll is made up thus; when the Ephors send an admiral or general on his way, they take two round pieces of wood, both exactly of a length and thickness, and cut even to one another; they keep one themselves, and the other they give to the person they send forth; and these pieces of wood they call Scytales. When, therefore, they have occasion to communicate any secret or important matter, making a scroll of parchment long and narrow like a leathern thong, they roll it about their own staff of wood, leaving no space void between, but covering the surface of the staff with the scroll all over. When they have done this, they write what they please on the scroll, as it is wrapped about the staff; and when they have written, they take off the scroll, and send it to the general without the wood. He, when he has received it, can read nothing of the writing, because the words and letters are not connected, but all broken up; but taking his own staff, he winds the slip of the scroll about it, so that this folding, restoring all the parts into the same order that they were in before, and putting what comes first into connection with what follows, brings the whole consecutive contents to view round the outside. And this scroll is called a staff, after the name of the wood, as a thing measured is by the name of the measure.
This ambitious temperament was really a burden only for the highest-ranking individuals and his peers, but having so many people devoted to him led to an extreme arrogance and disdain, in addition to his ambition. He showed no moderation, unlike a private citizen, whether in rewarding or punishing; his friends and guests received absolute power over cities and unchecked authority, and the only way he satisfied his anger was through the destruction of his enemies; banishment was not enough. For example, later on, fearing that the popular leaders of the Milesians would flee and wanting to find those who were hiding, he swore he would not harm them. Believing him and coming forward, he handed them over to the oligarchic leaders to be killed, totaling no less than eight hundred. The overall slaughter of the popular party members in the towns was beyond calculation; he didn’t only kill for offenses against himself but also granted these favors without hesitation and took part in executing them, to satisfy the many enmities and greed of his friends around him. This led to the famous saying of Eteocles, the Spartan, that “Greece could not have borne two Lysanders.” Theophrastus mentions that Archestratus said the same about Alcibiades. However, in Alcibiades’ case, what offended most was his certain reckless and wanton self-will; Lysander’s power was feared and hated because of his ruthless nature. The Spartans didn’t care about any other accusers; but later, when Pharnabazus, who had been wronged by him after he plundered and devastated his land, sent some to Sparta to accuse him, the Ephors were very displeased and executed one of his friends and fellow-captains, Thorax, after finding him with some silver secretly in his possession; they sent him a scroll, ordering him to return home. This scroll is created in this way; when the Ephors send an admiral or general on his way, they take two round pieces of wood, both exactly the same length and thickness, and cut evenly. They keep one for themselves and give the other to the person they’re sending out; they call these pieces of wood Scytales. When they need to communicate any secret or important matter, they make a long, narrow parchment scroll like a leather strip, wrapping it around their own staff of wood without leaving any gaps, covering the staff completely with the scroll. After doing this, they write whatever they want on the scroll while it’s wrapped around the staff. Once they have written, they remove the scroll and send it to the general without the wood. When he receives it, he can’t read anything in the writing, as the words and letters are disjointed and all mixed up. But by taking his own staff, he wraps the slip of the scroll around it, so this folding restores everything to the original order, linking what comes first to what follows, revealing the entire consecutive message. This scroll is named after the staff, as something measured is named after its measure.
But Lysander, when the staff came to him to the Hellespont, was troubled, and fearing Pharnabazus’s accusations most, made haste to confer with him, hoping to end the difference by a meeting together. When they met, he desired him to write another letter to the magistrates, stating that he had not been wronged, and had no complaint to prefer. But he was ignorant that Pharnabazus, as it is in the proverb, played Cretan against Cretan; for pretending to do all that was desired, openly he wrote such a letter as Lysander wanted, but kept by him another, written privately; and when they came to put on the seals, changed the tablets, which differed not at all to look upon, and gave him the letter which had been written privately. Lysander, accordingly, coming to Lacedaemon, and going, as the custom is, to the magistrates’ office, gave Pharnabazus’s letter to the Ephors, being persuaded that the greatest accusation against him was now withdrawn; for Pharnabazus was beloved by the Lacedaemonians, having been the most zealous on their side in the war of all the king’s captains. But after the magistrates had read the letter they showed it him, and he understanding now that
But when the staff arrived at the Hellespont, Lysander was worried and, most afraid of Pharnabazus’s accusations, rushed to meet him, hoping to resolve their differences through discussion. When they met, he asked Pharnabazus to write another letter to the magistrates, saying that he had not been wronged and had no complaints. However, he didn't realize that Pharnabazus was playing a clever game; while pretending to do what was asked, he wrote the letter Lysander wanted but secretly kept another one. When it came time to seal the letters, he switched the tablets, which looked identical, and gave Lysander the private letter. When Lysander arrived in Lacedaemon and, as usual, went to the magistrates’ office, he handed over Pharnabazus’s letter to the Ephors, believing that the biggest accusation against him was now resolved. This was because Pharnabazus was favored by the Lacedaemonians, having been the most dedicated of the king’s commanders during the war. But after the magistrates read the letter, they showed it to him, and he realized now that
Others beside Ulysses deep can be,
Not the one wise man of the world is he,
Others besides Ulysses can be deep,
Not the only wise man in the world is he,
in extreme confusion, left them at the time. But a few days after, meeting the Ephors, he said he must go to the temple of Ammon, and offer the god the sacrifices which he had vowed in war. For some state it as a truth, that when he was besieging the city of Aphytae in Thrace, Ammon stood by him in his sleep; whereupon raising the siege, supposing the god had commanded it, he bade the Aphytaeans sacrifice to Ammon, and resolved to make a journey into Libya to propitiate the god. But most were of opinion that the god was but the presence, and that in reality he was afraid of the Ephors, and that impatience of the yoke at home, and dislike of living under authority, made him long for some travel and wandering, like a horse just brought in from open feeding and pasture to the stable, and put again to his ordinary work. For that which Ephorus states to have been the cause of this traveling about, I shall relate by and by.
In a state of intense confusion, he left them at that moment. But a few days later, when he met with the Ephors, he mentioned that he needed to go to the temple of Ammon to offer the sacrifices he had promised during the war. Some people claim it's true that while he was besieging the city of Aphytae in Thrace, Ammon appeared to him in a dream; thinking the god had commanded it, he lifted the siege and instructed the Aphytaeans to sacrifice to Ammon, deciding to journey to Libya to appease the god. However, most believed that the god was just a figment of his imagination, and that in reality, he was fearful of the Ephors. Their oppressive rule at home and his dislike of living under authority made him yearn for travel and adventure, like a horse just taken from open fields and put back in a stable for work. I will explain later what Ephorus says was the reason for this journey.
And having hardly and with difficulty obtained leave of the magistrates to depart, he set sail. But the kings, while he was on his voyage, considering that keeping, as he did, the cities in possession by his own friends and partisans, he was in fact their sovereign and the lord of Greece, took measures for restoring the power to the people, and for throwing his friends out. Disturbances commencing again about these things, and, first of all, the Athenians from Phyle setting upon their thirty rulers and overpowering them, Lysander, coming home in haste, persuaded the Lacedaemonians to support the oligarchies and to put down the popular governments, and to the thirty in Athens, first of all, they sent a hundred talents for the war, and Lysander himself, as general, to assist them. But the kings envying him, and fearing lest he should take Athens again, resolved that one of themselves should take the command. Accordingly Pausanias went, and in words, indeed, professed as if he had been for the tyrants against the people, but in reality exerted himself for peace, that Lysander might not by the means of his friends become lord of Athens again. This he brought easily to pass; for, reconciling the Athenians, and quieting the tumults, he defeated the ambitious hopes of Lysander, though shortly after, on the Athenians rebelling again, he was censured for having thus taken, as it were, the bit out of the mouth of the people, which, being freed from the oligarchy, would now break out again into affronts and insolence; and Lysander regained the reputation of a person who employed his command not in gratification of others, nor for applause, but strictly for the good of Sparta.
After struggling to get permission from the magistrates to leave, he set sail. Meanwhile, the kings, realizing that he was in control of the cities through his own friends and supporters, considered him their ruler and the lord of Greece. They took steps to restore power to the people and to push his allies out. Disturbances resumed over these issues, starting with the Athenians from Phyle attacking their thirty rulers and overpowering them. In a rush, Lysander returned home and convinced the Lacedaemonians to support the oligarchies and suppress the popular governments. They sent a hundred talents to the thirty in Athens for the war, along with Lysander himself as their general to assist them. However, the kings envied him and worried he might reclaim Athens, so they decided that one of them should take command. Pausanias was sent, and while he publicly claimed to support the tyrants against the people, he actually worked for peace to prevent Lysander from regaining control of Athens through his friends. He managed this easily; by reconciling the Athenians and calming the unrest, he dashed Lysander's ambitious hopes. However, not long after, when the Athenians rebelled again, he was criticized for having removed the power from the people, who, having been freed from the oligarchy, would now rise up again with insults and arrogance. Meanwhile, Lysander restored his reputation as someone who used his command not for personal gain or public approval but solely for the benefit of Sparta.
His speech, also, was bold and daunting to such as opposed him. The Argives, for example, contended about the bounds of their land, and thought they brought juster pleas than the Lacedaemonians; holding out his sword, “He,” said Lysander, “that is master of this, brings the best argument about the bounds of territory.” A man of Megara, at some conference, taking freedom with him, “This language, my friend,” said he, “should come from a city.” To the Boeotians, who were acting a doubtful part, he put the question, whether he should pass through their country with spears upright, or leveled. After the revolt of the Corinthians, when, on coming to their walls, he perceived the Lacedaemonians hesitating to make the assault, and a hare was seen to leap through the ditch: “Are you not ashamed,” he said, “to fear an enemy, for whose laziness, the very hares sleep upon their walls?”
His speech was also bold and intimidating to those who opposed him. The Argives, for instance, argued about the boundaries of their land and believed they had better claims than the Lacedaemonians. Holding out his sword, Lysander said, “The one who controls this brings the strongest argument about the borders of territory.” A man from Megara, speaking freely at a meeting, said to him, “This kind of talk, my friend, should come from a city.” To the Boeotians, who were being indecisive, he asked whether he should pass through their territory with his spears raised or lowered. After the Corinthians revolted, when he arrived at their walls and noticed the Lacedaemonians hesitating to attack, a hare was seen jumping through the ditch. “Aren’t you ashamed,” he said, “to be afraid of an enemy that is so lazy that even the hares feel safe on their walls?”
When king Agis died, leaving a brother Agesilaus, and Leotychides, who was supposed his son, Lysander, being attached to Agesilaus, persuaded him to lay claim to the kingdom, as being a true descendant of Hercules; Leotychides lying under the suspicion of being the son of Alcibiades, who lived privately in familiarity with Timaea, the wife of Agis, at the time he was a fugitive in Sparta. Agis, they say, computing the time, satisfied himself that she could not have conceived by him, and had hitherto always neglected and manifestly disowned Leotychides; but now when he was carried sick to Heraea, being ready to die, what by the importunities of the young man himself, and of his friends, in the presence of many he declared Leotychides to be his; and desiring those who were present to bear witness of this to the Lacedaemonians, died. They accordingly did so testify in favor of Leotychides. And Agesilaus, being otherwise highly reputed of, and strong in the support of Lysander, was, on the other hand, prejudiced by Diopithes, a man famous for his knowledge of oracles, who adduced this prophecy in reference to Agesilaus’s lameness:
When King Agis died, he left behind a brother named Agesilaus and a man named Leotychides, who was rumored to be his son. Lysander, who was loyal to Agesilaus, convinced him to claim the throne, arguing that he was a true descendant of Hercules. Leotychides was suspected of being the son of Alcibiades, who had a close relationship with Timaea, Agis’s wife, while he was in hiding in Sparta. People said Agis had calculated the timeline and concluded that Timaea could not have conceived by Alcibiades, as he had always ignored and publicly disowned Leotychides. However, when Agis fell ill and was near death in Heraea, due to the pressure from the young man and his friends, he declared in front of many witnesses that Leotychides was indeed his son. He asked those present to testify to the Lacedaemonians, and then he died. They confirmed this in support of Leotychides. While Agesilaus was well-regarded and had strong backing from Lysander, he was undermined by Diopithes, a man known for his expertise in oracles, who cited a prophecy related to Agesilaus’s lameness:
Beware, great Sparta, lest there come of thee,
Though sound thyself, an halting sovereignty;
Troubles, both long and unexpected too,
And storms of deadly warfare shall ensue.
Watch out, great Sparta, so that there doesn’t come from you,
Though you are strong, a shaky rule;
Problems, both long-lasting and unexpected,
And storms of deadly war will follow.
When many, therefore, yielded to the oracle, and inclined to Leotychides, Lysander said that Diopithes did not take the prophecy rightly; for it was not that the god would be offended if any lame person ruled over the Lacedaemonians, but that the kingdom would be a lame one, if bastards and false-born should govern with the posterity of Hercules. By this argument, and by his great influence among them, he prevailed, and Agesilaus was made king.
When many, therefore, followed the oracle's advice and sided with Leotychides, Lysander argued that Diopithes misunderstood the prophecy. It wasn't that the god would be upset if a lame person ruled over the Spartans, but rather that the kingdom would be weak if illegitimate children and false heirs governed alongside the descendants of Hercules. With this reasoning and his significant sway over them, he succeeded, and Agesilaus became king.
Immediately, therefore, Lysander spurred him on to make an expedition into Asia, putting him in hopes that he might destroy the Persians, and attain the height of greatness. And he wrote to his friends in Asia, bidding them request to have Agesilaus appointed to command them in the war against the barbarians; which they were persuaded to, and sent ambassadors to Lacedaemon to entreat it. And this would seem to be a second favor done Agesilaus by Lysander, not inferior to his first in obtaining him the kingdom. But with ambitious natures, otherwise not ill qualified for command, the feeling of jealousy of those near them in reputation continually stands in the way of the performance of noble actions; they make those their rivals in virtue, whom they ought to use as their helpers to it. Agesilaus took Lysander, among the thirty counselors that accompanied him, with intentions of using him as his especial friend; but when they were come into Asia, the inhabitants there, to whom he was but little known, addressed themselves to him but little and seldom; whereas Lysander, because of their frequent previous intercourse, was visited and attended by large numbers, by his friends out of observance, and by others out of fear; and just as in tragedies it not uncommonly is the case with the actors, the person who represents a messenger or servant is much taken notice of, and plays the chief part, while he who wears the crown and scepter is hardly heard to speak, even so was it about the counselor, he had all the real honors of the government, and to the king was left the empty name of power. This disproportionate ambition ought very likely to have been in some way softened down, and Lysander should have been reduced to his proper second place, but wholly to cast off and to insult and affront for glory’s sake, one who was his benefactor and friend, was not worthy Agesilaus to allow in himself. For, first of all, he gave him no opportunity for any action, and never set him in any place of command; then, for whomsoever he perceived him exerting his interest, these persons he always sent away with a refusal, and with less attention than any ordinary suitors, thus silently undoing and weakening his influence.
Immediately, Lysander encouraged him to launch a campaign into Asia, giving him hope that he could defeat the Persians and achieve great success. He wrote to his friends in Asia, asking them to request that Agesilaus be appointed to lead them in the war against the barbarians; they were convinced to do so and sent ambassadors to Lacedaemon to make the request. This seemed to be a second favor Lysander did for Agesilaus, just as important as the first in getting him the throne. However, ambitious people, who are otherwise capable of leadership, often let jealousy of those around them hinder their ability to take noble actions; they view their peers as rivals rather than allies in virtue. Agesilaus brought Lysander along with the thirty counselors that accompanied him, intending to treat him as a special friend. But once they arrived in Asia, the locals, who hardly knew him, barely acknowledged Agesilaus; meanwhile, Lysander, due to their previous interactions, was approached by many, both friends out of respect and others out of fear. Just like in tragedies where the messenger or servant often steals the spotlight while the one with the crown hardly speaks, this was the case here. Lysander held all the real power in the government, while Agesilaus was left with just the title. This skewed ambition should have been balanced somehow, and Lysander should have been kept in his rightful place as second-in-command; however, it was unworthy of Agesilaus to completely dismiss and insult someone who had been his benefactor and friend for the sake of glory. First of all, he gave Lysander no chance to take any action and never appointed him to any position of command; then, whenever he saw Lysander helping someone, he would send those individuals away with a refusal and less attention than he would give to regular petitioners, thus quietly undermining and weakening his influence.
Lysander, miscarrying in everything, and perceiving that his diligence for his friends was but a hindrance to them, forbore to help them, entreating them that they would not address themselves to, nor observe him, but that they would speak to the king, and to those who could be of more service to friends than at present he could most, on hearing this, forbore to trouble him about their concerns; but continued their observances to him, waiting upon him in the walks and places of exercise; at which Agesilaus was more annoyed than ever, envying him the honor; and, finally, when he gave many of the officers places of command and the governments of cities, he appointed Lysander carver at his table, adding, by way of insult to the Ionians, “Let them go now, and pay their court to my carver.” Upon this, Lysander thought fit to come and speak with him; and a brief laconic dialogue passed between them as follows: “Truly, you know very well, O Agesilaus, how to depress your friends;” “Those friends,” replied he, “who would be greater than myself; but those who increase my power, it is just should share in it.” “Possibly, O Agesilaus,” answered Lysander, “in all this there may be more said on your part than done on mine, but I request you, for the sake of observers from without, to place me in any command under you where you may judge I shall be the least offensive, and most useful.”
Lysander, failing in everything, and realizing that his efforts for his friends were only a burden to them, decided not to help them anymore, urging them not to turn to him or pay attention to him, but to speak to the king and to those who could be more helpful to their friends than he could be at that moment. Upon hearing this, they stopped bothering him about their issues, but continued to show him respect, following him in the walks and places of exercise. This annoyed Agesilaus more than ever, as he envied him the honor. Finally, when Agesilaus gave many of the officers positions of command and control over cities, he appointed Lysander as the carver at his table, adding, in a way that insulted the Ionians, “Let them go now and flatter my carver.” In response, Lysander felt it necessary to come and talk to him, leading to a brief exchange between them: “You really know how to put down your friends, Agesilaus,” he said. “Those friends,” Agesilaus replied, “who would be greater than I; but those who enhance my power should rightly share in it.” “Perhaps, Agesilaus,” said Lysander, “there’s more you can say than I can do, but I ask you, for the sake of onlookers, to assign me to any command under you where you think I’ll be the least troublesome and most useful.”
Upon this he was sent ambassador to the Hellespont; and though angry with Agesilaus, yet did not neglect to perform his duty, and having induced Spithridates the Persian, being offended with Pharnabazus, a gallant man, and in command of some forces, to revolt, he brought him to Agesilaus. He was not, however, employed in any other service, but having completed his time, returned to Sparta, without honor, angry with Agesilaus, and hating more than ever the whole Spartan government, and resolved to delay no longer, but while there was yet time, to put into execution the plans which he appears some time before to have concerted for a revolution and change in the constitution. These were as follows. The Heraclidae who joined with the Dorians, and came into Peloponnesus, became a numerous and glorious race in Sparta, but not every family belonging to it had the right of succession in the kingdom, but the kings were chosen out of two only, called the Eurypontidae and the Agiadae; the rest had no privilege in the government by their nobility of birth, and the honors which followed from merit lay open to all who could obtain them. Lysander, who was born of one of these families, when he had risen into great renown for his exploits, and had gained great friends and power, was vexed to see the city which had increased to what it was by him, ruled by others not at all better descended than himself, and formed a design to remove the government from the two families, and to give it in common to all the Heraclidae; or as some say, not to the Heraclidae only, but to all the Spartans; that the reward might not belong to the posterity of Hercules, but to those who were like Hercules, judging by that personal merit which raised even him to the honor of the Godhead; and he hoped that when the kingdom was thus to be competed for, no Spartan would be chosen before himself.
After this, he was sent as an ambassador to the Hellespont. Although he was angry with Agesilaus, he still fulfilled his responsibilities. He managed to persuade Spithridates, a Persian who was unhappy with Pharnabazus, to rebel and brought him to Agesilaus. However, he wasn’t involved in any other tasks and, after completing his assignment, returned to Sparta without any recognition, resentful of Agesilaus and more frustrated than ever with the Spartan government. He decided to take action without delay while there was still time to execute the plans he had apparently been considering for some time regarding a revolution and change in the constitution. These plans were as follows: The Heraclidae who had allied with the Dorians and settled in Peloponnesus had become a numerous and prestigious group in Sparta. However, not every family within this group had the right to succession in the monarchy; the kings were chosen from only two families known as the Eurypontidae and the Agiadae. The rest did not have any privileges in governance despite their noble lineage, and opportunities for honor were open to anyone who could earn them based on merit. Lysander, born into one of these families, became renowned for his accomplishments and gained significant friends and influence. He was frustrated to see the city, which he had helped elevate, being ruled by others who were no better born than he was. He devised a plan to dissolve the government of the two families and distribute power among all the Heraclidae; or according to some, not just the Heraclidae but to all Spartans. He believed that the rewards should not only go to the descendants of Hercules but to those who embodied qualities similar to Hercules himself, judging by the personal merit that had elevated him to divine status. He hoped that when the kingdom was up for grabs, no Spartan would be chosen ahead of him.
Accordingly he first attempted and prepared to persuade the citizens privately, and studied an oration composed to this purpose by Cleon, the Halicarnassian. Afterwards perceiving so unexpected and great an innovation required bolder means of support, he proceeded as it might be on the stage, to avail himself of machinery, and to try the effects of divine agency upon his countrymen. He collected and arranged for his purpose, answers and oracles from Apollo, not expecting to get any benefit from Cleon’s rhetoric, unless he should first alarm and overpower the minds of his fellow-citizens by religious and superstitious terrors, before bringing them to the consideration of his arguments. Ephorus relates, after he had endeavored to corrupt the oracle of Apollo, and had again failed to persuade the priestesses of Dodona by means of Pherecles, that he went to Ammon, and discoursed with the guardians of the oracle there, proffering them a great deal of gold, and that they, taking this ill, sent some to Sparta to accuse Lysander; and on his acquittal the Libyans, going away, said, “You will find us, O Spartans, better judges, when you come to dwell with us in Libya,” there being a certain ancient oracle, that the Lacedaemonians should dwell in Libya. But as the whole intrigue and the course of the contrivance was no ordinary one, nor lightly- undertaken, but depended as it went on, like some mathematical proposition, on a variety of important admissions, and proceeded through a series of intricate and difficult steps to its conclusion, we will go into it at length, following the account of one who was at once an historian and a philosopher.
So he first tried to quietly persuade the citizens and studied a speech made for this purpose by Cleon from Halicarnassus. After realizing that such a surprising and significant change needed bolder support, he decided to use dramatic tactics, like on stage, and attempted to invoke divine intervention with his fellow citizens. He gathered and organized responses and oracles from Apollo, not expecting to gain anything from Cleon’s rhetoric unless he first instilled fear and awe from religious superstitions in the minds of his fellow citizens before presenting his arguments. Ephorus reports that after trying to manipulate Apollo's oracle and failing to convince the priestesses of Dodona through Pherecles, he went to Ammon and spoke with the guardians of that oracle, offering them a large amount of gold. They took offense at this and sent some to Sparta to accuse Lysander, and when he was acquitted, the Libyans remarked, “You will find us, O Spartans, better judges when you come to live with us in Libya,” referencing an old oracle that the Spartans would eventually settle in Libya. But since the entire scheme and the course of action were quite extraordinary and not undertaken lightly, as it unfolded like a complex mathematical proposition, relying on several crucial assumptions and navigating a series of intricate and challenging steps to its outcome, we will explore it in depth, following the account of someone who was both a historian and a philosopher.
There was a woman in Pontus, who professed to be pregnant by Apollo, which many, as was natural, disbelieved, and many also gave credit to, and when she had brought forth a man-child, several, not unimportant persons, took an interest in its rearing and bringing up. The name given the boy was Silenus, for some reason or other. Lysander, taking this for the groundwork, frames and devises the rest himself, making use of not a few, nor these insignificant champions of his story, who brought the report of the child’s birth into credit without any suspicion. Another report, also, was procured from Delphi and circulated in Sparta, that there were some very old oracles which were kept by the priests in private writings; and they were not to be meddled with neither was it lawful to read them, till one in after times should come, descended from Apollo, and, on giving some known token to the keepers, should take the books in which the oracles were. Things being thus ordered beforehand, Silenus, it was intended, should come and ask for the oracles, as being the child of Apollo and those priests who were privy to the design, were to profess to search narrowly into all particulars, and to question him concerning his birth; and, finally, were to be convinced, and, as to Apollo’s son, to deliver up to him the writings. Then he, in the presence of many witnesses, should read amongst other prophecies, that which was the object of the whole contrivance, relating to the office of the kings, that it would be better and more desirable to the Spartans to choose their kings out of the best citizens. And now, Silenus being grown up to a youth, and being ready for the action, Lysander miscarried in his drama through the timidity of one of his actors, or assistants, who just as he came to the point lost heart and drew back. Yet nothing was found out while Lysander lived, but only after his death.
There was a woman in Pontus who claimed to be pregnant by Apollo. Some people naturally didn't believe her, while others did, and when she gave birth to a son, several notable individuals became interested in raising him. They named the boy Silenus for some reason. Lysander used this as a foundation and created the rest of the story himself, drawing on a number of significant supporters who helped spread the news of the child's birth without raising any suspicions. Another story was also obtained from Delphi and circulated in Sparta, claiming that there were very old oracles kept by the priests in private writings. It was said that these writings should not be disturbed or read until someone from a later time, descended from Apollo, would come and, by giving a known sign to the keepers, would take the books containing the oracles. With everything arranged in advance, Silenus was meant to come and ask for the oracles as Apollo's child, while those priests who were aware of the plan would profess to investigate all the details and inquire about his birth. Eventually, they were supposed to be convinced and, recognizing him as Apollo's son, would hand over the writings. Then, in front of many witnesses, he would read among other prophecies the one that was the goal of the whole scheme, which stated that it would be better and more desirable for the Spartans to choose their kings from the best citizens. As Silenus grew into a young man and was ready to take action, Lysander’s plan fell apart due to the fear of one of his actors or helpers, who lost confidence and backed out just as he was about to make his move. However, nothing was discovered while Lysander was alive, only after his death.
He died before Agesilaus came back from Asia, being involved, or perhaps more truly having himself involved Greece, in the Boeotian war. For it is stated both ways; and the cause of it some make to be himself, others the Thebans, and some both together; the Thebans, on the one hand, being charged with casting away the sacrifices at Aulis, and that being bribed with the king’s money brought by Androclides and Amphitheus, they had with the object of entangling the Lacedaemonians in a Grecian war, set upon the Phocians, and wasted their country; it being said, on the other hand, that Lysander was angry that the Thebans had preferred a claim to the tenth part of the spoils of the war, while the rest of the confederates submitted without complaint; and because they expressed indignation about the money which Lysander sent to Sparta, but most especially, because from them the Athenians had obtained the first opportunity of freeing themselves from the thirty tyrants, whom Lysander had made, and to support whom the Lacedaemonians issued a decree that political refugees from Athens might be arrested in whatever country they were found, and that those who impeded their arrest should be excluded from the confederacy. In reply to this the Thebans issued counter decrees of their own, truly in the spirit and temper of the actions of Hercules and Bacchus, that every house and city in Boeotia should be opened to the Athenians who required it, and that he who did not help a fugitive who was seized, should be fined a talent for damages, and if any one should bear arms through Boeotia to Attica against the tyrants, that none of the Thebans should either see or hear of it. Nor did they pass these humane and truly Greek decrees, without at the same time making their acts conformable to their words. For Thrasybulus and those who with him occupied Phyle, set out upon that enterprise from Thebes, with arms and money, and secrecy and a point to start from, provided for them by the Thebans. Such were the causes of complaint Lysander had against Thebes. And being now grown violent in his temper through the atrabilious tendency which increased upon him in his old age, he urged the Ephors and persuaded them to place a garrison in Thebes, and taking the commander’s place, he marched forth with a body of troops. Pausanias, also, the king, was sent shortly after with an army. Now Pausanias, going round by Cithaeron, was to invade Boeotia; Lysander, meantime, advanced through Phocis to meet him, with a numerous body of soldiers. He took the city of the Orchomenians, who came over to him of their own accord, and plundered Lebadea. He dispatched also letters to Pausanias, ordering him to move from Plataea to meet him at Haliartus, and that himself would be at the walls of Haliartus by break of day. These letters were brought to the Thebans, the carrier of them falling into the hands of some Theban scouts. They, having received aid from Athens, committed their city to the charge of the Athenian troops, and sallying out about the first sleep, succeeded in reaching Haliartus a little before Lysander, and part of them entered into the city. He, upon this, first of all resolved, posting his army upon a hill, to stay for Pausanias; then as the day advanced, not being able to rest, he bade his men take up their arms, and encouraging the allies, led them in a column along the road to the walls. but those Thebans who had remained outside, taking the city on the left hand, advanced against the rear of their enemies, by the fountain which is called Cissusa; here they tell the story that the nurses washed the infant Bacchus after his birth; the water of it is of a bright wine color, clear, and most pleasant to drink; and not far off the Cretan storax grows all about, which the Haliartians adduce in token of Rhadamanthus having dwelt there, and they show his sepulchre, calling it Alea. And the monument also of Alcmena is hard by; for there, as they say, she was buried, having married Rhadamanthus after Amphitryon’s death. But the Thebans inside the city forming in order of battle with the Haliartians stood still for some time, but on seeing Lysander with a party of those who were foremost approaching, on a sudden opening the gates and falling on, they killed him with the soothsayer at his side, and a few others; for the greater part immediately fled back to the main force. But the Thebans not slackening, but closely pursuing them, the whole body turned to fly towards the hills. There were one thousand of them slain; there died, also, of the Thebans three hundred, who were killed with their enemies, while chasing them into craggy and difficult places. These had been under suspicion of favoring the Lacedaemonians, and in their eagerness to clear themselves in the eyes of their fellow-citizens, exposed themselves in the pursuit, and so met their death. News of the disaster reached Pausanias as he was on the way from Plataea to Thespiae, and having set his army in order he came to Haliartus; Thrasybulus, also, came from Thebes, leading the Athenians.
He died before Agesilaus returned from Asia, getting involved, or perhaps more accurately, entangling himself in the Boeotian war. There are different accounts about the cause; some blame him, others the Thebans, and some argue it was both parties. The Thebans are accused of neglecting the sacrifices at Aulis and, having been bribed with the king's money brought by Androclides and Amphitheus, they attacked the Phocians to draw the Lacedaemonians into a Greek war and devastated their land. On the other hand, it’s said that Lysander was annoyed by the Thebans' claim to a tenth of the war spoils, which the other allies accepted without complaint, and because they were upset about the money Lysander sent to Sparta. Most importantly, the Athenians had gained a crucial opportunity to free themselves from the thirty tyrants Lysander had put in place, leading the Lacedaemonians to pass a decree allowing the arrest of political refugees from Athens wherever they were found, and excluding those who obstructed these arrests from the alliance. In response, the Thebans passed their own decrees, truly echoing the spirit of Hercules and Bacchus, stating that every house and city in Boeotia should welcome the Athenians, and that anyone who did not assist a captured fugitive would be fined a talent for damages. Anyone bearing arms through Boeotia to Attica against the tyrants should go unrecognized by the Thebans. They didn’t only issue these humane and genuinely Greek decrees but also took action to back up their words. Thrasybulus and his group who held Phyle set off on their mission from Thebes, equipped with arms and money, and under secrecy organized by the Thebans. These were the issues that Lysander had with Thebes. Growing increasingly irritable in his old age, he pressured the Ephors to place a garrison in Thebes and, assuming command, marched out with a troop of soldiers. Shortly after, King Pausanias was sent with an army. Pausanias was taking the route through Cithaeron to invade Boeotia; Lysander was meanwhile advancing through Phocis to meet him with a large number of soldiers. He captured the city of the Orchomenians, who joined him voluntarily, and plundered Lebadea. He also sent letters to Pausanias, instructing him to move from Plataea to meet him at Haliartus, stating that he would be at the walls of Haliartus by dawn. These letters were intercepted by the Thebans when the messenger fell into the hands of some Theban scouts. After receiving support from Athens, they placed their city under the protection of the Athenian troops and, launching a surprise attack in the early hours, managed to reach Haliartus just ahead of Lysander, with some entering the city. In response, Lysander decided to position his army on a hill and wait for Pausanias; however, as the day wore on, unable to stand idle, he ordered his men to arm themselves, rallied the allies, and led them towards the walls. The Thebans who had stayed outside charged from the left side, attacking their enemies from the rear, near the spring called Cissusa; it's said that nurses washed the infant Bacchus there after his birth, with the water being a bright wine color, clear, and very pleasant to drink. Nearby, the Cretan storax grows all around, which the Haliartians claim as proof of Rhadamanthus having lived there, showing his tomb, referred to as Alea. The grave of Alcmena is nearby as well; they say she was buried there after marrying Rhadamanthus following Amphitryon's death. The Thebans inside the city formed up in battle order with the Haliartians and held their position for a while, but when they spotted Lysander approaching with his leading party, they suddenly opened the gates and attacked, killing him along with the soothsayer at his side and a few others; most of his men quickly fled back to their main forces. The Thebans, not letting up, aggressively pursued them, causing the entire group to flee toward the hills. One thousand of them were slain; the Thebans also lost three hundred killed while chasing their enemies into the rocky and tough terrain. These were suspected of favoring the Lacedaemonians, and in their eagerness to prove themselves to their fellow citizens, they put themselves in harm's way during the pursuit, leading to their deaths. News of the disaster reached Pausanias while he was on his way from Plataea to Thespiae, and after organizing his army, he arrived at Haliartus; Thrasybulus, also, came from Thebes, leading the Athenians.
Pausanias proposing to request the bodies of the dead under truce, the elders of the Spartans took it ill, and were angry among themselves, and coming to the king, declared that Lysander should not be taken away upon any conditions; if they fought it out by arms about his body, and conquered, then they might bury him; if they were overcome, it was glorious to die upon the spot with their commander. When the elders had spoken these things, Pausanias saw it would be a difficult business to vanquish the Thebans, who had but just been conquerors; that Lysander’s body also lay near the walls, so that it would be hard for them, though they overcame, to take it away without a truce; he therefore sent a herald, obtained a truce, and withdrew his forces, and carrying away the body of Lysander, they buried it in the first friendly soil they reached on crossing the Boeotian frontier, in the country of the Panopaeans; where the monument still stands as you go on the road from Delphi to Chaeronea. Now the army quartering there, it is said that a person of Phocis, relating the battle to one who was not in it, said, the enemies fell upon them just after Lysander had passed over the Hoplites; surprised at which a Spartan, a friend of Lysander, asked what Hoplites he meant, for he did not know the name. “It was there,” answered the Phocian, “that the enemy killed the first of us; the rivulet by the city is called Hoplites.” On hearing which the Spartan shed tears and observed, how impossible it is for any man to avoid his appointed lot; Lysander, it appears, having received an oracle, as follows: —
Pausanias wanted to ask for the bodies of the dead under a truce, but the Spartan elders were upset and argued among themselves. They went to the king and declared that Lysander should not be taken away under any circumstances. If they fought over his body and won, then they could bury him; if they lost, it would be honorable to die there along with their commander. After hearing this, Pausanias realized it would be tough to defeat the Thebans, who had just won a battle, and that Lysander’s body was close to the walls, making it difficult to retrieve even if they succeeded, without a truce. So, he sent a herald, secured a truce, and pulled back his forces, then took Lysander’s body and buried it in the first friendly land they reached after crossing the Boeotian border, in the territory of the Panopaeans; where the monument still stands along the road from Delphi to Chaeronea. While the army was camped there, it’s said that a person from Phocis, recounting the battle to someone who wasn't there, mentioned that the enemies attacked just after Lysander had crossed over the Hoplites. Surprised by this, a Spartan friend of Lysander asked what Hoplites he was referring to, as he didn’t know the term. “It was there,” the Phocian replied, “where the enemy killed the first of us; the little stream by the city is called Hoplites.” Upon hearing this, the Spartan wept and remarked on how unavoidable one's fate is; apparently, Lysander had received an oracle that stated: —
Sounding Hoplites see thou bear in mind,
And the earthborn dragon following behind.
Sounding Hoplites, remember this,
And the earthborn dragon that follows behind.
Some, however, say that Hoplites does not run by Haliartus, but is a watercourse near Coronea, falling into the river Philarus, not far from the town in former times called Hoplias, and now Isomantus.
Some, however, say that Hoplites doesn’t flow by Haliartus, but is a watercourse near Coronea, flowing into the river Philarus, not far from the town once known as Hoplias, and now called Isomantus.
The man of Haliartus who killed Lysander, by name Neochorus, bore on his shield the device of a dragon; and this, it was supposed, the oracle signified. It is said, also, that at the time of the Peloponnesian war, the Thebans received an oracle from the sanctuary of Ismenus, referring at once to the battle at Delium, and to this which thirty years after took place at Haliartus. It ran thus: —
The man from Haliartus who killed Lysander, named Neochorus, had a dragon emblem on his shield; it was believed that this was indicated by the oracle. It’s also said that during the Peloponnesian War, the Thebans received an oracle from the sanctuary of Ismenus, which referred to both the battle at Delium and the one that happened thirty years later at Haliartus. It went like this: —
Hunting the wolf, observe the utmost bound,
And the hill Orchalides where foxes most are found.
Hunt for the wolf and pay attention to the farthest point,
And the hill Orchalides where you'll mostly find foxes.
By the words, “the utmost bound,” Delium being intended, where Boeotia touches Attica, and by Orchalides, the hill now called Alopecus, which lies in the parts of Haliartus towards Helicon.
By the phrase “the utmost bound,” it refers to Delium, where Boeotia meets Attica, and by Orchalides, the hill now known as Alopecus, located in the area of Haliartus towards Helicon.
But such a death befalling Lysander, the Spartans took it so grievously at the time, that they put the king to a trial for his life, which he not daring to await, fled to Tegea, and there lived out his life in the sanctuary of Minerva. The poverty also of Lysander being discovered by his death, made his merit more manifest, since from so much wealth and power, from all the homage of the cities, and of the Persian kingdom, he had not in the least degree, so far as money goes, sought any private aggrandizement, as Theopompus in his history relates, whom anyone may rather give credit to when he commends, than when he finds fault, as it is more agreeable to him to blame than to praise. But subsequently, Ephorus says, some controversy arising among the allies at Sparta, which made it necessary to consult the writings which Lysander had kept by him, Agesilaus came to his house, and finding the book in which the oration on the Spartan constitution was written at length, to the effect that the kingdom ought to be taken from the Eurypontidae and Agiadae, and to be offered in common, and a choice made out of the best citizens, at first he was eager to make it public, and to show his countrymen the real character of Lysander. But Lacratidas, a wise man, and at that time chief of the Ephors, hindered Agesilaus, and said, they ought not to dig up Lysander again, but rather to bury with him a discourse, composed so plausibly and subtlety. Other honors, also, were paid him after his death; and amongst these they imposed a fine upon those who had engaged themselves to marry his daughters, and then when Lysander was found to be poor, after his decease, refused them; because when they thought him rich they had been observant of him, but now his poverty had proved him just and good, they forsook him. For there was, it seems, in Sparta, a punishment for not marrying, for a late, and for a bad marriage; and to the last penalty those were most especially liable, who sought alliances with the rich instead of with the good and with their friends. Such is the account we have found given of Lysander.
But when Lysander died, the Spartans were so upset that they put the king on trial for his life. He, not wanting to face it, fled to Tegea and spent the rest of his days in the sanctuary of Minerva. After his death, they discovered Lysander’s poverty, which highlighted his true worth. Despite having so much wealth and power, and receiving praise from the cities and the Persian kingdom, he never sought personal gain, as Theopompus pointed out in his history. People tend to trust him more when he praises than when he criticizes, as he prefers to blame rather than commend. Later, as Ephorus explains, some disputes arose among the allies in Sparta, prompting a need to consult the writings Lysander had kept. Agesilaus visited his house and found a book that detailed a speech about the Spartan constitution, arguing that the kingdom should be taken from the Eurypontidae and Agiadae and handed over to the best citizens. Initially, he was eager to make it public and reveal Lysander's true character. However, Lacratidas, a wise man and then chief of the Ephors, stopped Agesilaus, saying they shouldn’t bring Lysander back into the spotlight but rather let him rest along with his cleverly crafted discourse. Additional honors were also paid to him after his death; among these was a fine imposed on those who had promised to marry his daughters, but when they found out he was poor, they backed out. When they believed he was rich, they had courted him, but once his poverty was revealed, they abandoned him. In Sparta, there were penalties for not marrying, for late marriages, and for bad marriages; those who sought wealthy alliances instead of good and loyal ones were particularly susceptible to this last penalty. This is the account we have found about Lysander.
SYLLA
Lucius Cornelius Sylla was descended of a patrician or noble family. Of his ancestors, Rufinus, it is said, had been consul, and incurred a disgrace more signal than his distinction. For being found possessed of more than ten pounds of silver plate, contrary to the law, he was for this reason put out of the senate. His posterity continued ever after in obscurity, nor had Sylla himself any opulent parentage. In his younger days he lived in hired lodgings, at a low rate, which in after-times was adduced against him as proof that he had been fortunate above his quality. When he was boasting and magnifying himself for his exploits in Libya, a person of noble station made answer, “And how can you be an honest man, who, since the death of a father who left you nothing, have become so rich?” The time in which he lived was no longer an age of pure and upright manners, but had already declined, and yielded to the appetite for riches and luxury; yet still, in the general opinion, they who deserted the hereditary poverty of their family, were as much blamed as those who had run out a fair patrimonial estate. And afterwards, when he had seized the power into his hands, and was putting many to death, a freedman suspected of having concealed one of the proscribed, and for that reason sentenced to be thrown down the Tarpeian rock, in a reproachful way recounted, how they had lived long together under the same roof, himself for the upper rooms paying two thousand sesterces, and Sylla for the lower three thousand; so that the difference between their fortunes then was no more than one thousand sesterces, equivalent in Attic coin to two hundred and fifty drachmas. And thus much of his early fortune.
Lucius Cornelius Sylla came from a noble patrician family. One of his ancestors, Rufinus, had been a consul but fell into disgrace that overshadowed his achievements. He was expelled from the senate for possessing more than ten pounds of silver plate, which was against the law. His descendants lived in obscurity, and Sylla himself did not come from wealth. In his younger years, he rented a low-cost place, which later was used against him as proof that he had risen above his humble beginnings. While boasting about his exploits in Libya, a noble questioned him, asking, “How can you be honest when you became so rich after your father, who left you nothing, passed away?” The times he lived in were marked by declining morals, shifting towards greed and luxury; yet, people still criticized those who broke away from their family's inherited poverty as much as those who squandered a decent estate. Later, after he took power and executed many, a freedman who was suspected of hiding someone on the proscribed list and was sentenced to be thrown off the Tarpeian rock pointed out that they once lived together under the same roof, with him paying two thousand sesterces for the upper rooms and Sylla three thousand for the lower ones. This meant the difference in their fortunes at that time was only one thousand sesterces, or about two hundred and fifty drachmas in Attic coin. And that covers Sylla's early fortunes.
His general personal appearance may be known by his statues; only his blue eyes, of themselves extremely keen and glaring, were rendered all the more forbidding and terrible by the complexion of his face, in which white was mixed with rough blotches of fiery red. Hence, it is said, he was surnamed Sylla, and in allusion to it one of the scurrilous jesters at Athens made the verse upon him,
His overall look can be recognized from his statues; his piercing blue eyes were made even more intimidating by the complexion of his face, which was a mix of pale skin and rough patches of fiery red. Because of this, he was nicknamed Sylla, and in reference to it, one of the crude jesters in Athens came up with a verse about him,
Sylla is a mulberry sprinkled o’er with meal.
Sylla is a mulberry dusted with flour.
Nor is it out of place to make use of marks of character like these, in the case of one who was by nature so addicted to raillery, that in his youthful obscurer years he would converse freely with players and professed jesters, and join them in all their low pleasures. And when supreme master of all, he was often wont to muster together the most impudent players and stage-followers of the town, and to drink and bandy jests with them without regard to his age or the dignity of his place, and to the prejudice of important affairs that required his attention. When he was once at table, it was not in Sylla’s nature to admit of anything that was serious, and whereas at other times he was a man of business, and austere of countenance, he underwent all of a sudden, at his first entrance upon wine and good-fellowship, a total revolution, and was gentle and tractable with common singers and dancers, and ready to oblige anyone that spoke with him. It seems to have been a sort of diseased result of this laxity, that he was so prone to amorous pleasures, and yielded without resistance to any temptations of voluptuousness, from which even ill his old age he could not refrain. He had a long attachment for Metrobius, a player. In his first amours it happened, that he made court to a common but rich lady, Nicopolis by name, and, what by the air of his youth, and what by long intimacy, won so far on her affections, that she rather than he was the lover, and at her death she bequeathed him her whole property. He likewise inherited the estate of a step-mother who loved him as her own son. By these means he had pretty well advanced his fortunes.
It's perfectly reasonable to use character traits like these, especially for someone who naturally loved to joke around. In his younger, less prominent days, he would happily chat with actors and professional jesters, joining them in all their low-key fun. Once he became the top leader, he often gathered the most shameless entertainers and hangers-on from the town, sharing drinks and jokes with them, disregarding his age and position, and neglecting important matters that needed his focus. When he sat down for a meal, it wasn't in Sulla’s nature to engage in anything serious. Even though he was normally a serious person with a stern face, he would completely transform the moment he started drinking and having a good time, becoming friendly and accommodating with regular singers and dancers, eager to please anyone who spoke to him. This laid-back attitude seemed to lead to his eagerness for romantic pleasures, and he gave in easily to temptations of indulgence, which he couldn’t shake even in his old age. He had a long-standing affection for Metrobius, an actor. In his early romantic endeavors, he pursued a common yet wealthy woman named Nicopolis, and due to his youthful charm and their long friendship, she ended up being more in love with him than he was with her. When she died, she left him all her belongings. He also inherited from a stepmother who loved him like her own child. Through these means, he significantly improved his fortunes.
He was chosen quaestor to Marius in his first consulship, and set sail with him for Libya, to war upon Jugurtha. Here, in general, he gained approbation; and more especially, by closing in dexterously with an accidental occasion, made a friend of Bocchus, king of Numidia. He hospitably entertained the king’s ambassadors, on their escape from some Numidian robbers, and after showing them much kindness, sent them on their journey with presents, and an escort to protect them. Bocchus had long hated and dreaded his son-in-law, Jugurtha, who had now been worsted in the field and had fled to him for shelter; and it so happened, he was at this time entertaining a design to betray him. He accordingly invited Sylla to come to him, wishing the seizure and surrender of Jugurtha to be effected rather through him, than directly by himself. Sylla, when he had communicated the business to Marius, and received from him a small detachment, voluntarily put himself into this imminent danger; and confiding in a barbarian, who had been unfaithful to his own relations, to apprehend another man’s person, made surrender of his own. Bocchus, having both of them now in his power, was necessitated to betray one or other, and after long debate with himself, at last resolved on his first design, and gave up Jugurtha into the hands of Sylla.
He was appointed quaestor to Marius during his first term as consul and set off with him to Libya to fight Jugurtha. Overall, he earned praise, especially by skillfully taking advantage of an opportunity to befriend Bocchus, the king of Numidia. He welcomed the king’s ambassadors, who had escaped from some Numidian bandits, and after treating them kindly, sent them on their way with gifts and an escort to keep them safe. Bocchus had long resented and feared his son-in-law, Jugurtha, who had recently suffered defeat and fled to him for refuge; at that moment, he was actually planning to betray Jugurtha. He invited Sylla to come to him, wanting the capture and handover of Jugurtha to happen through him rather than directly. Sylla, after discussing the matter with Marius and getting a small group of soldiers, willingly put himself into this dangerous situation. Trusting a barbarian who had betrayed his own family to capture another man, he gave up his own safety. Now having both of them at his mercy, Bocchus had to betray one of them, and after much internal debate, he ultimately decided to stick to his original plan and handed over Jugurtha to Sylla.
For this Marius triumphed, but the glory of the enterprise, which through people’s envy of Marius was ascribed to Sylla, secretly grieved him. And the truth is, Sylla himself was by nature vainglorious, and this being the first time that from a low and private condition he had risen to esteem amongst the citizens and tasted of honor, his appetite for distinction carried him to such a pitch of ostentation, that he had a representation of this action engraved on a signet ring; which he carried about with him, and made use of ever after. The impress was, Bocchus delivering, and Sylla receiving, Jugurtha. This touched Marius to the quick; however, judging Sylla to be beneath his rivalry, he made use of him as lieutenant, in his second consulship, and in his third, as tribune; and many considerable services were effected by his means. When acting as lieutenant he took Copillus, chief of the Tectosages, prisoner, and compelled the Marsians, a great and populous nation, to become friends and confederates of the Romans.
For this, Marius celebrated his victory, but the recognition of the accomplishment—thanks to people's jealousy of Marius—was attributed to Sylla, which secretly upset him. The truth is, Sylla was naturally vain, and since this was the first time he had risen from a low and private status to gain respect among the citizens and experienced honor, his hunger for recognition drove him to such a level of showiness that he had a depiction of this event engraved on a signet ring, which he carried with him and used from then on. The design featured Bocchus handing over Jugurtha to Sylla. This deeply affected Marius; however, seeing Sylla as not a worthy rival, he appointed him as lieutenant during his second consulship and as tribune in his third, achieving many significant victories with his help. While serving as lieutenant, he captured Copillus, the leader of the Tectosages, and forced the Marsians, a large and populous tribe, to become friends and allies of the Romans.
Henceforward, however, Sylla perceiving that Marius bore a jealous eye over him, and would no longer afford him opportunities of action, but rather opposed his advance, attached himself to Catulus, Marius’s colleague, a worthy man, but not energetic enough as a general. And under this commander, who entrusted him with the highest and most important commissions, he rose at once to reputation and to power. He subdued by arms most part of the Alpine barbarians; and when there was a scarcity in the armies, he took that care upon himself, and brought in such a store of provisions, as not only to furnish the soldiers of Catulus with abundance, but likewise to supply Marius. This, as he writes himself, wounded Marius to the very heart. So slight and childish were the first occasions and motives of that enmity between them, which, passing afterwards through a long course of civil bloodshed and incurable divisions to find its end in tyranny, and the confusion of the whole State proved Euripides to have been truly wise and thoroughly acquainted with the causes of disorders in the body politic, when he forewarned all men to beware of Ambition, as of all the higher Powers, the most destructive and pernicious to her votaries.
From now on, Sylla noticed that Marius was watching him jealously and would no longer give him opportunities to act, but instead blocked his progress. So, he allied himself with Catulus, Marius’s colleague, a decent man but not assertive enough as a general. Under this commander, who gave him the most significant and crucial tasks, Sylla quickly gained both reputation and power. He defeated most of the Alpine barbarians; when the armies faced shortages, he took it upon himself to ensure they had enough supplies, bringing in plenty of provisions that not only fed Catulus's soldiers but also supplied Marius. As he later wrote, this deeply wounded Marius. The reasons and motives behind their early rivalry were so trivial and childish, which eventually evolved into a long period of civil bloodshed and relentless divisions, leading to tyranny and chaos in the entire State. This demonstrated that Euripides was indeed wise and well-aware of the causes of disorder in society when he warned everyone to beware of Ambition, the most destructive and harmful of all higher Powers to those who pursue it.
Sylla, by this time thinking that the reputation of his arms abroad was sufficient to entitle him to a part in the civil administration, he took himself immediately from the camp to the assembly, and offered himself as a candidate for a praetorship, but failed. The fault of this disappointment he wholly ascribes to the populace, who, knowing his intimacy with king Bocchus, and for that reason expecting, that if he was made aedile before his praetorship, he would then show them magnificent hunting-shows and combats between Libyan wild beasts, chose other praetors, on purpose to force him into the aedileship. The vanity of this pretext is sufficiently disproved by matter-of-fact. For the year following, partly by flatteries to the people, and partly by money, he got himself elected praetor. Accordingly, once while he was in office, on his angrily telling Caesar that he should make use of his authority against him, Caesar answered him with a smile, “You do well to call it your own, as you bought it.” At the end of his praetorship he was sent over into Cappadocia, under the presence of reestablishing Ariobarzanes in his kingdom, but in reality to keep in check the restless movements of Mithridates, who was gradually procuring himself as vast a new acquired power and dominion, as was that of his ancient inheritance. He carried over with him no great forces of his own, but making use of the cheerful aid of the confederates, succeeded, with considerable slaughter of the Cappadocians, and yet greater of the Armenian succors, in expelling Gordius and establishing Ariobarzanes as king.
Sylla, believing that his military reputation abroad was enough to qualify him for a role in civil administration, immediately left the camp to go to the assembly and put himself forward as a candidate for a praetorship, but he was unsuccessful. He blamed this disappointment entirely on the people, who, aware of his close ties with King Bocchus, expected that if he became aedile before his praetorship, he would then present them with impressive hunting games and battles featuring Libyan wild beasts. As a result, they chose other praetors intentionally to push him into the aedileship. The foolishness of this excuse is clearly disproven by facts. For the following year, through flattery to the people and also by using money, he managed to get elected praetor. At one point during his term, after he angrily told Caesar that he would use his authority against him, Caesar responded with a smile, “You’re right to call it your own since you bought it.” At the end of his praetorship, he was sent to Cappadocia under the pretense of restoring Ariobarzanes to his kingdom, but in reality, it was to keep an eye on the restless movements of Mithridates, who was gradually building a new power and territory as vast as his old one. He took with him only a small force but, with the enthusiastic support of the allies, succeeded in ousting Gordius and establishing Ariobarzanes as king, despite causing significant casualties among the Cappadocians and even greater losses among the Armenian reinforcements.
During his stay on the banks of the Euphrates, there came to him Orobazus, a Parthian, ambassador from king Arsaces, as yet there having been no correspondence between the two nations. And this also we may lay to the account of Sylla’s felicity, that he should be the first Roman, to whom the Parthians made address for alliance and friendship. At the time of which reception, the story is, that having ordered three chairs of state to be set, one for Ariobarzanes, one for Orobazus, and a third for himself, he placed himself in the middle, and so gave audience. For this the king of Parthia afterwards put Orobazus to death. Some people commended Sylla for his lofty carriage towards the barbarians; others again accused him of arrogance and unseasonable display. It is reported, that a certain Chaldaean, of Orobazus’s retinue, looking Sylla wistfully in the face, and observing carefully the motions of his mind and body, and forming a judgment of his nature, according to the rules of his art, said that it was impossible for him not to become the greatest of men; it was rather a wonder how he could even then abstain from being head of all.
During his time by the Euphrates River, Orobazus, a Parthian and ambassador from King Arsaces, approached him, even though there had been no communication between their two nations before. We can attribute this to Sylla's fortune, as he was the first Roman sought by the Parthians for alliance and friendship. When he received Orobazus, it's said that he arranged three ceremonial chairs—one for Ariobarzanes, one for Orobazus, and one for himself. He sat in the middle and gave an audience. Because of this, the king of Parthia later executed Orobazus. Some praised Sylla for his high-handed attitude toward the barbarians, while others criticized him for arrogance and inappropriate showmanship. A Chaldaean from Orobazus's entourage reportedly looked closely at Sylla, studying his expressions and movements, and, based on his expertise, concluded that it was impossible for him not to become one of the greatest men; in fact, it was remarkable that he had not already assumed leadership over all.
At his return, Censorinus impeached him of extortion, for having exacted a vast sum of money from a well-affected and associate kingdom. However, Censorinus did not appear at the trial, but dropped his accusation. His quarrel, meantime, with Marius began to break out afresh, receiving new material from the ambition of Bocchus, who, to please the people of Rome, and gratify Sylla, set up in the temple of Jupiter Capitolinus images bearing trophies, and a representation in gold of the surrender of Jugurtha to Sylla. When Marius, in great anger, attempted to pull them down, and others aided Sylla, the whole city would have been in tumult and commotion with this dispute, had not the Social War, which had long lain smoldering blazed forth at last, and for the present put an end to the quarrel.
When he returned, Censorinus accused him of extortion for taking a large amount of money from a friendly neighboring kingdom. However, Censorinus didn’t show up for the trial and dropped his charges. Meanwhile, his feud with Marius began to flare up again, fueled by Bocchus's ambition. To win over the people of Rome and please Sylla, Bocchus erected trophies and a golden depiction of Jugurtha's surrender to Sylla in the temple of Jupiter Capitolinus. When Marius, furious, tried to tear them down and others sided with Sylla, the entire city would have erupted in chaos over this conflict if it hadn't been for the Social War, which had been smoldering for a long time, finally igniting and temporarily ending the dispute.
In the course of this war, which had many great changes of fortune, and which, more than any, afflicted the Romans, and, indeed, endangered the very being of the Commonwealth, Marius was not able to signalize his valor in any action, but left behind him a clear proof, that warlike excellence requires a strong and still vigorous body. Sylla, on the other hand, by his many achievements, gained himself, with his fellow-citizens, the name of a great commander, while his friends thought him the greatest of all commanders, and his enemies called him the most fortunate. Nor did this make the same sort of impression on him, as it made on Timotheus the son of Conon, the Athenian; who, when his adversaries ascribed his successes to his good luck, and had a painting made, representing him asleep, and Fortune by his side, casting her nets over the cities, was rough and violent in his indignation at those who did it, as if by attributing all to Fortune, they had robbed him of his just honors; and said to the people on one occasion at his return from war, “In this, ye men of Athens, Fortune had no part.” A piece of boyish petulance, which the deity, we are told, played back upon Timotheus; who from that time was never able to achieve anything that was great, but proving altogether unfortunate in his attempts, and falling into discredit with the people, was at last banished the city. Sylla, on the contrary, not only accepted with pleasure the credit of such divine felicities and favors, but joining himself in extolling and glorifying what was done, gave the honor of all to Fortune, whether it were out of boastfulness, or a real feeling of divine agency. He remarks, in his Memoirs, that of all his well advised actions, none proved so lucky in the execution, as what he had boldly enterprised, not by calculation, but upon the moment. And in the character which he gives of himself, that he was born for fortune rather than war, he seems to give Fortune a higher place than merit, and in short, makes himself entirely the creature of a superior power, accounting even his concord with Metellus, his equal in office, and his connection by marriage, a piece of preternatural felicity. For expecting to have met in him a most troublesome, he found him a most accommodating colleague. Moreover, in the Memoirs which he dedicated to Lucullus, he admonishes him to esteem nothing more trustworthy, than what the divine powers advise him by night. And when he was leaving the city with an army, to fight in the Social War, he relates, that the earth near the Laverna opened, and a quantity of fire came rushing out of it, shooting up with a bright flame into the heavens. The soothsayers upon this foretold, that a person of great qualities, and of a rare and singular aspect, should take the government in hand, and quiet the present troubles of the city. Sylla affirms he was the man, for his golden head of hair made him an extraordinary-looking man, nor had he any shame, after the great actions he had done, in testifying to his own great qualities. And thus much of his opinion as to divine agency.
During this war, which saw many ups and downs and caused significant suffering for the Romans, even threatening the very existence of the Republic, Marius couldn't showcase his bravery in any battles but left behind clear evidence that true martial excellence requires a strong and vigorous body. On the flip side, Sylla earned the title of a great commander through his numerous accomplishments, while his friends regarded him as the greatest of all commanders and his enemies labeled him the most fortunate. This didn’t affect him the same way it had affected Timotheus, the son of Conon from Athens, who, when his opponents credited his victories to luck and commissioned a painting showing him asleep with Fortune beside him, casting nets over cities, reacted with anger and violence towards those who did so, feeling that attributing his success to Fortune robbed him of his deserved honors. He famously told the Athenian people upon returning from war, “In this, you men of Athens, Fortune had no part.” This was seen as childish petulance, which the deity supposedly retaliated against Timotheus for; from that point on, he could not achieve anything significant, ultimately becoming unfortunate in his endeavors and losing favor with the people, which led to his banishment from the city. In contrast, Sylla embraced the credit for such divine fortunes and blessings, often joining in the praise of his accomplishments, attributing all honors to Fortune, whether out of arrogance or genuine belief in divine influence. He noted in his Memoirs that of all his well-considered actions, none turned out to be as fortunate as those he took boldly in the moment. In describing himself, he claimed he was meant for fortune rather than war, implying that he valued Fortune over merit, essentially making himself a puppet of a higher power, even considering his alliance with Metellus, who was equal in rank and related by marriage, as a stroke of supernatural luck. He anticipated a challenging colleague but found him to be quite cooperative. Additionally, in the Memoirs dedicated to Lucullus, he advises valuing nothing more than the guidance of the divine powers given at night. When he was about to leave the city with an army for the Social War, he recounted that the earth near Laverna opened up, releasing fire that shot up into the sky. The soothsayers predicted that a person of great qualities and unique appearance would take charge and resolve the city's issues. Sylla claimed he was that person, noting his golden hair made him stand out, and he took pride in acknowledging his own great qualities after his notable deeds. Thus, he shared his views on divine influence.
In general he would seem to have been of a very irregular character, full of inconsistencies with himself; much given to rapine, to prodigality yet more; in promoting or disgracing whom he pleased, alike unaccountable; cringing to those he stood in need of, and domineering over others who stood in need of him, so that it was hard to tell, whether his nature had more in it of pride or of servility. As to his unequal distribution of punishments, as, for example, that upon slight grounds he would put to the torture, and again would bear patiently with the greatest wrongs; would readily forgive and be reconciled after the most heinous acts of enmity, and yet would visit small and inconsiderable offenses with death, and confiscation of goods; one might judge, that in himself he was really of a violent and revengeful nature, which however he could qualify, upon reflection, for his interest. In this very Social War, when the soldiers with stones and clubs had killed an officer of praetorian rank, his own lieutenant, Albinus by name, he passed by this flagrant crime without any inquiry, giving it out moreover in a boast, that the soldiers would behave all the better now, to make amends, by some special bravery, for their breach of discipline. He took no notice of the clamors of those that cried for justice, but designing already to supplant Marius, now that he saw the Social War near its end, he made much of his army, in hopes to get himself declared general of the forces against Mithridates.
He generally seemed to have a very inconsistent character, full of contradictions; he was prone to plunder and even more to extravagance; promoting or disgracing whoever he wanted, without explanation; fawning on those he relied on, while dominating others who depended on him, making it hard to tell whether he was more proud or submissive. Regarding his uneven punishments, for instance, he would torture someone for minor offenses, yet tolerate the worst wrongs; he would easily forgive and reconcile after the most outrageous acts of hostility, but would punish trivial offenses with death and confiscation of property. One might conclude that he had a violent and vengeful nature, though he could temper it when it suited his interests. During the Social War, after soldiers killed his own lieutenant, Albinus, with stones and clubs, he ignored this blatant crime without any investigation, boasting instead that the soldiers would behave better now to make up for their breach of discipline. He paid no attention to the cries for justice, but already planning to undermine Marius, now that he saw the Social War nearing its end, he made much of his army, hoping to get himself appointed general of the forces against Mithridates.
At his return to Rome, he was chosen Consul with Quintus Pompeius, in the fiftieth year of his age, and made a most distinguished marriage with Caecilia, daughter of Metellus, the chief priest. The common people made a variety of verses in ridicule of the marriage, and many of the nobility also were disgusted at it, esteeming him, as Livy writes, unworthy of this connection, whom before they thought worthy of a consulship. This was not his only wife, for first, in his younger days, he was married to Ilia, by whom he had a daughter; after her to Aelia; and thirdly to Cloelia, whom he dismissed as barren, but honorably, and with professions of respect, adding, moreover, presents. But the match between him and Metella, falling out a few days after, occasioned suspicions that he had complained of Cloelia without due cause. To Metella he always showed great deference, so much so that the people, when anxious for the recall of the exiles of Marius’s party, upon his refusal, entreated the intercession of Metella. And the Athenians, it is thought, had harder measure, at the capture of their town, because they used insulting language to Metella in their jests from the walls during the siege. But of this hereafter.
Upon his return to Rome, he was elected Consul alongside Quintus Pompeius when he was fifty years old and entered into a notable marriage with Caecilia, the daughter of Metellus, the chief priest. The common people composed various mock verses about the marriage, and many nobles were also appalled, considering him, as Livy writes, unworthy of this alliance, even though they had previously deemed him fit for a consulship. This was not his first marriage; in his youth, he had married Ilia, with whom he had a daughter. He then married Aelia and, thirdly, Cloelia, whom he dismissed for being unable to have children, although he did so respectfully and with gifts. However, shortly after his marriage to Metella, suspicions arose that he had unjustly criticized Cloelia. He always treated Metella with great respect, to the extent that when the people desired the recall of the exiles from Marius’s party, they sought Metella's help after his refusal. It's believed the Athenians faced harsher treatment during the capture of their city because they insulted Metella with jokes from the walls during the siege. But more on that later.
At present esteeming the consulship but a small matter in comparison of things to come, he was impatiently carried away in thought to the Mithridatic War. Here he was withstood by Marius; who out of mad affectation of glory and thirst for distinction, those never dying passions, though he were now unwieldy in body, and had given up service, on account of his age, during the late campaigns, still coveted after command in a distant war beyond the seas. And whilst Sylla was departed for the camp, to order the rest of his affairs there, he sat brooding at home, and at last hatched that execrable sedition, which wrought Rome more mischief than all her enemies together had done, as was indeed foreshown by the gods. For a flame broke forth of its own accord, from under the staves of the ensigns, and was with difficulty extinguished. Three ravens brought their young into the open road, and ate them, carrying the relics into the nest again. Mice having gnawed the consecrated gold in one of the temples, the keepers caught one of them, a female, in a trap; and she bringing forth five young ones in the very trap, devoured three of them. But what was greatest of all, in a calm and clear sky there was heard the sound of a trumpet, with such a loud and dismal blast, as struck terror and amazement into the hearts of the people. The Etruscan sages affirmed, that this prodigy betokened the mutation of the age, and a general revolution in the world. For according to them there are in all eight ages, differing one from another in the lives and the characters of men, and to each of these God has allotted a certain measure of time, determined by the circuit of the great year. And when one age is run out, at the approach of another, there appears some wonderful sign from earth or heaven, such as makes it manifest at once to those who have made it their business to study such things, that there has succeeded in the world a new race of men, differing in customs and institutes of life, and more or less regarded by the gods, than the preceding. Amongst other great changes that happen, as they say, at the turn of ages, the art of divination, also, at one time rises in esteem, and is more successful in its predictions, clearer and surer tokens being sent from God, and then again, in another generation declines as low, becoming mere guesswork for the most part, and discerning future events by dim and uncertain intimations. This was the mythology of the wisest of the Tuscan sages, who were thought to possess a knowledge beyond other men. Whilst the Senate sat in consultation with the soothsayers, concerning these prodigies, in the temple of Bellona, a sparrow came flying in, before them all, with a grasshopper in its mouth, and letting fall one part of it, flew away with the remainder. The diviners foreboded commotions and dissension between the great landed proprietors and the common city populace; the latter, like the grasshopper, being loud and talkative; while the sparrow might represent the “dwellers in the field.”
Right now, he thought the consulship was insignificant compared to what was coming, and he was eagerly lost in thoughts about the Mithridatic War. He was opposed by Marius, who, driven by a crazy desire for glory and a hunger for recognition—passions that never die—still aspired to command in a far-off war, despite being heavyset and having retired from service because of his age during recent campaigns. While Sylla had gone to the camp to take care of his other affairs, Marius sat at home, brooding, and eventually cooked up that terrible rebellion, which caused more harm to Rome than all her enemies combined, as the gods had foretold. A fire spontaneously erupted from the banners and was hard to put out. Three ravens brought their chicks onto the road, fed on them, and took the remains back to their nest. Mice chewed on the sacred gold in one of the temples, and when the keepers trapped a female mouse, she gave birth to five babies in the very trap, then ate three of them. But the most shocking event of all was that in a calm, clear sky, a trumpet blast was heard, loud and ominous, sending fear and shock through the crowd. The Etruscan sages claimed that this sign indicated a change in the age and a major upheaval in the world. According to them, there are eight distinct ages, each characterized by different human lives and traits, and God has assigned a specific amount of time to each, marked by the great year. When one age ends and another approaches, some remarkable sign appears from earth or sky, making it clear to those who study such matters that a new breed of people has emerged, with different customs and ways of living, and regarded differently by the gods than the previous one. Among the significant changes that occur at these age transitions, the art of divination rises at times, gaining respect and accuracy in its predictions, with clearer signs sent from God, while in other generations, it falls into disfavor, often becoming guesswork based on vague and unreliable hints. This was the belief of the wisest of the Tuscan sages, who were thought to possess knowledge beyond others. While the Senate discussed these phenomena with the soothsayers in the temple of Bellona, a sparrow flew in front of everyone with a grasshopper in its beak, dropping part of it before flying off with the rest. The diviners predicted turmoil and conflict between the wealthy landowners and the common people; the latter, like the grasshopper, being noisy and gossipy, while the sparrow represented the "dwellers in the field."
Marius had taken into alliance Sulpicius, the tribune, a man second to none in any villanies, so that it was less the question what others he surpassed, but rather in what respects he most surpassed himself in wickedness. He was cruel, bold, rapacious, and in all these points utterly shameless and unscrupulous; not hesitating to offer Roman citizenship by public sale to freed slaves and aliens, and to count out the price on public money-tables in the forum. He maintained three thousand swordsmen, and had always about him a company of young men of the equestrian class ready for all occasions, whom he styled his Anti-Senate. Having had a law enacted, that no senator should contract a debt of above two thousand drachmas, he himself, after death, was found indebted three millions. This was the man whom Marius let in upon the Commonwealth, and who, confounding all things by force and the sword, made several ordinances of dangerous consequence, and amongst the rest, one giving Marius the conduct of the Mithridatic war. Upon this the consuls proclaimed a public cessation of business, but as they were holding an assembly near the temple of Castor and Pollux, he let loose the rabble upon them, and amongst many others slew the consul Pompeius’s young son in the forum, Pompeius himself hardly escaping in the crowd. Sylla being closely pursued into the house of Marius, was forced to come forth and dissolve the cessation; and for his doing this, Sulpicius, having deposed Pompeius, allowed Sylla to continue his consulship, only transferring the Mithridatic expedition to Marius.
Marius had teamed up with Sulpicius, the tribune, a man unmatched in wrongdoing, making it less about how he compared to others and more about how he outdid even himself in wickedness. He was cruel, bold, greedy, and completely shameless and unscrupulous in all of this; he didn't hesitate to offer Roman citizenship for sale to freed slaves and foreigners and counted the cash on public money tables in the forum. He maintained a force of three thousand swordsmen and always had a group of young men from the equestrian class around him, ready for anything, whom he called his Anti-Senate. He passed a law stating that no senator could go into debt for more than two thousand drachmas, yet he himself was found to be three million in debt after his death. This was the man Marius brought into the Commonwealth, who, with force and violence, created several dangerous laws, including one that gave Marius command of the Mithridatic war. In response, the consuls declared a public halt to business, but while they were holding a meeting near the temple of Castor and Pollux, he unleashed the mob against them, killing many, including the consul Pompeius’s young son in the forum, with Pompeius barely escaping in the chaos. Sylla, being chased into Marius's house, had to come out and end the halt; for doing this, Sulpicius removed Pompeius from office but allowed Sylla to keep his consulship, only transferring command of the Mithridatic campaign to Marius.
There were immediately dispatched to Nola tribunes, to receive the army, and bring it to Marius; but Sylla having got first to the camp, and the soldiers, upon hearing of the news, having stoned the tribunes, Marius, in requital, proceeded to put the friends of Sylla in the city to the sword, and rifled their goods. Every kind of removal and flight went on, some hastening from the camp to the city, others from the city to the camp. The senate, no more in its own power, but wholly governed by the dictates of Marius and Sulpicius, alarmed at the report of Sylla’s advancing with his troops towards the city, sent forth two of the praetors, Brutus and Servilius, to forbid his nearer approach. The soldiers would have slain these praetors in a fury, for their bold language to Sylla; contenting themselves, however, with breaking their rods, and tearing off their purple-edged robes, after much contumelious usage they sent them back, to the sad dejection of the citizens, who beheld their magistrates despoiled of their badges of office, and announcing to them, that things were now manifestly come to a rupture past all cure. Marius put himself in readiness, and Sylla with his colleague moved from Nola, at the head of six complete legions, all of them willing to march up directly against the city, though he himself as yet was doubtful in thought, and apprehensive of the danger. As he was sacrificing, Postumius the soothsayer, having inspected the entrails, stretching forth both hands to Sylla, required to be bound and kept in custody till the battle was over, as willing, if they had not speedy and complete success, to suffer the utmost punishment. It is said, also, that there appeared to Sylla himself in a dream, a certain goddess, whom the Romans learnt to worship from the Cappadocians, whether it be the Moon, or Pallas, or Bellona. This same goddess, to his thinking, stood by him, and put into his hand thunder and lightning, then naming his enemies one by one, bade him strike them, who, all of them, fell on the discharge and disappeared. Encouraged by this vision, and relating it to his colleague, next day he led on towards Rome. About Picinae being met by a deputation, beseeching him not to attack at once, in the heat of a march, for that the senate had decreed to do him all the right imaginable, he consented to halt on the spot, and sent his officers to measure out the ground, as is usual, for a camp; so that the deputation, believing it, returned. They were no sooner gone, but he sent a party on under the command of Lucius Basillus and Caius Mummius, to secure the city gate, and the walls on the side of the Esquiline hill, and then close at their heels followed himself with all speed. Basillus made his way successfully into the city, but the unarmed multitude, pelting him with stones and tiles from off the houses, stopped his further progress, and beat him back to the wall. Sylla by this time was come up, and seeing what was going on, called aloud to his men to set fire to the houses, and taking a flaming torch, he himself led the way, and commanded the archers to make use of their fire-darts, letting fly at the tops of houses; all which he did, not upon any plan, but simply in his fury, yielding the conduct of that day’s work to passion, and as if all he saw were enemies, without respect or pity either to friend, relations, or acquaintance, made his entry by fire, which knows no distinction betwixt friend or foe.
They immediately sent tribunes to Nola to receive the army and bring it to Marius; however, Sylla got to the camp first, and when the soldiers heard the news, they stoned the tribunes. In retaliation, Marius went on to execute Sylla’s supporters in the city and looted their possessions. People were fleeing in all directions—some rushed from the camp to the city, while others fled from the city to the camp. The senate, now powerless and completely controlled by Marius and Sulpicius, frightened by reports of Sylla advancing toward the city, sent out two praetors, Brutus and Servilius, to prevent him from getting closer. The soldiers were furious and almost killed the praetors for their bold words to Sylla, but instead, they broke their rods and tore off their purple-edged robes. After subjecting them to humiliation, they sent them back, causing despair among the citizens, who saw their magistrates stripped of their official insignia and realized that things had clearly reached a point of no return. Marius prepared for battle, and Sylla, along with his colleague, left Nola at the head of six full legions, all eager to march directly against the city, although he was still uncertain and fearful of the danger. While performing a sacrifice, Postumius the soothsayer examined the entrails and raised both hands to Sylla, asking to be bound and held until the battle was over, willing to face the worst punishment if they didn’t achieve swift and complete victory. It’s also said that Sylla had a dream in which a goddess, learned from the Cappadocians, appeared to him—whether it was the Moon, Pallas, or Bellona. She seemed to stand beside him, handed him thunder and lightning, named his enemies one by one, and told him to strike them down, which he did, causing them to fall and disappear. Encouraged by this vision, and sharing it with his colleague, he moved toward Rome the next day. Near Picinae, he was met by a delegation asking him not to attack right away in the heat of the march, as the senate had decided to give him all the justice they could. He agreed to pause and sent his officers to measure out the ground for a camp, leading the delegation to believe him and return. No sooner had they left than he sent a group under Lucius Basillus and Caius Mummius to secure the city gate and the walls by the Esquiline hill, and then he quickly followed them. Basillus successfully entered the city, but he was halted by the unarmed crowd, who pelted him with stones and tiles from the houses, forcing him back to the wall. By this time, Sylla had arrived and, seeing what was happening, shouted to his men to set fire to the houses. Taking a flaming torch, he led the way and ordered the archers to use their fire-darts against the rooftops; he did all this not with any plan, but purely out of rage, letting his emotions dictate the day’s actions. It was as if he saw all around him as enemies, showing no respect or pity to friends, relatives, or acquaintances, making his entry through fire, which makes no distinction between ally or foe.
In this conflict, Marius being driven into the temple of Mother-Earth, thence invited the slaves by proclamation of freedom, but the enemy coming on he was overpowered and fled the city.
In this conflict, Marius took refuge in the temple of Mother Earth and then announced freedom to the slaves. However, as the enemy approached, he was overwhelmed and fled the city.
Sylla having called a senate, had sentence of death passed on Marius, and some few others, amongst whom was Sulpicius, tribune of the people. Sulpicius was killed, being betrayed by his servant, whom Sylla first made free, and then threw him headlong down the Tarpeian rock. As for Marius, he set a price on his life, by proclamation, neither gratefully nor politicly, if we consider into whose house, not long before he put himself at mercy, and was safely dismissed. Had Marius at that time not let Sylla go, but suffered him to be slain by the hands of Sulpicius, he might have been lord of all; nevertheless he spared his life, and a few days after, when in a similar position himself, received a different measure.
Sylla called a senate and had Marius and a few others sentenced to death, including Sulpicius, the people's tribune. Sulpicius was killed, betrayed by his servant, whom Sylla first freed and then pushed off the Tarpeian rock. As for Marius, he put a price on his own life through a public proclamation, which was neither grateful nor politically smart, considering he had recently put himself at Sylla's mercy and had been safely dismissed. If Marius had not let Sylla go at that time and had allowed Sulpicius to kill him instead, he could have been in control of everything; however, he spared Sylla's life, and just a few days later, when he found himself in a similar situation, he faced a different fate.
By these proceedings, Sylla excited the secret distaste of the senate; but the displeasure and free indignation of the commonalty showed itself plainly by their actions. For they ignominiously rejected Nonius, his nephew, and Servius, who stood for offices of state by his interest, and elected others as magistrates, by honoring whom they thought they should most annoy him. He made semblance of extreme satisfaction at all this, as if the people by his means had again enjoyed the liberty of doing what seemed best to them. And to pacify the public hostility, he created Lucius Cinna consul, one of the adverse party, having first bound him under oaths and imprecations to be favorable to his interest. For Cinna, ascending the capitol with a stone in his hand, swore solemnly, and prayed with direful curses, that he himself, if he were not true to his friendship with Sylla, might be cast out of the city, as that stone out of his hand; and thereupon cast the stone to the ground, in the presence of many people. Nevertheless Cinna had no sooner entered on his charge, but he took measures to disturb the present settlement, and having prepared an impeachment against Sylla, got Virginius, one of the tribunes of the people, to be his accuser; but Sylla, leaving him and the court of judicature to themselves, set forth against Mithridates.
By these actions, Sylla sparked hidden dislike from the senate, but the anger and open outrage of the common people was evident in their actions. They shamefully rejected Nonius, his nephew, and Servius, who were seeking state offices through his influence, and instead elected others as magistrates, believing this would annoy him the most. He pretended to be extremely pleased with all of this, as if the people, through him, had regained the freedom to do as they wished. To calm the public's anger, he made Lucius Cinna consul, who was part of the opposing party, after first forcing him to take oaths and make curses to ensure he would support Sylla's interests. Cinna, climbing the Capitol with a stone in his hand, swore solemnly and prayed with severe curses that if he was not loyal to Sylla, he would be thrown out of the city like that stone from his hand; immediately after, he dropped the stone to the ground in front of many people. However, as soon as Cinna took on his role, he began to disrupt the current arrangement and, having prepared an impeachment against Sylla, got Virginius, one of the tribunes of the people, to act as his accuser; but Sylla, leaving him and the court to their own devices, set off against Mithridates.
About the time that Sylla was making ready to put oft with his forces from Italy, besides many other omens which befell Mithridates, then staying at Pergamus, there goes a story that a figure of Victory, with a crown in her hand, which the Pergamenians by machinery from above let down on him, when it had almost reached his head, fell to pieces, and the crown tumbling down into the midst of the theater, there broke against the ground, occasioning a general alarm among the populace, and considerably disquieting Mithridates himself, although his affairs at that time were succeeding beyond expectation. For having wrested Asia from the Romans, and Bithynia and Cappadocia from their kings, he made Pergamus his royal seat, distributing among his friends riches, principalities, and kingdoms. Of his sons, one residing in Pontus and Bosporus held his ancient realm as far as the deserts beyond the lake Maeotis, without molestation; while Ariarathes, another, was reducing Thrace and Macedon, with a great army, to obedience. His generals, with forces under them, were establishing his supremacy in other quarters. Archelaus, in particular, with his fleet, held absolute mastery of the sea, and was bringing into subjection the Cyclades, and all the other islands as far as Malea, and had taken Euboea itself. Making Athens his head-quarters, from thence as far as Thessaly he was withdrawing the States of Greece from the Roman allegiance, without the least ill success, except at Chaeronea. For here Bruttius Sura, lieutenant to Sentius, governor of Macedon, a man of singular valor and prudence, met him, and, though he came like a torrent pouring over Boeotia, made stout resistance, and thrice giving him battle near Chaeronea, repulsed and forced him back to the sea. But being commanded by Lucius Lucullus to give place to his successor, Sylla, and resign the war to whom it was decreed, he presently left Boeotia, and retired back to Sentius, although his success had outgone all hopes, and Greece was well disposed to a new revolution, upon account of his gallant behavior. These were the glorious actions of Bruttius.
Around the time Sylla was getting ready to leave Italy with his forces, there were many other signs that affected Mithridates, who was then in Pergamus. There’s a story that a statue of Victory, holding a crown, was lowered by the Pergamenians using machinery. Just as it was about to reach his head, it fell apart, and the crown crashed down into the theater, causing a widespread panic among the crowd and significantly worrying Mithridates himself, even though his situation at that moment was better than expected. After taking Asia from the Romans, along with Bithynia and Cappadocia from their kings, he made Pergamus his royal residence, rewarding his allies with wealth, principalities, and kingdoms. One of his sons stayed in Pontus and Bosporus, maintaining control over his ancient territory as far as the deserts beyond Lake Maeotis without any trouble. Another son, Ariarathes, was bringing Thrace and Macedon under control with a large army. His generals were establishing his dominance in other regions. Archelaus, in particular, commanded the sea with his fleet, subjugating the Cyclades and other islands up to Malea, and even captured Euboea itself. Using Athens as his headquarters, he was pulling the Greek states away from Roman allegiance as far as Thessaly, with fairly decent success, except at Chaeronea. Here, Bruttius Sura, lieutenant to Sentius, the governor of Macedon, a man renowned for his courage and wisdom, confronted him. Even though Bruttius arrived like a flood sweeping through Boeotia, he mounted strong resistance, and three times fought him near Chaeronea, driving him back to the sea. However, ordered by Lucius Lucullus to step aside for his successor, Sylla, and hand over the war as directed, he left Boeotia and returned to Sentius, even though his achievements had exceeded all expectations, and Greece was leaning toward a fresh change due to his brave conduct. These were the notable deeds of Bruttius.
Sylla, on his arrival, received by their deputations the compliments of all the cities of Greece, except Athens, against which, as it was compelled by the tyrant Aristion to hold for the king, he advanced with all his forces, and investing the Piraeus, laid formal siege to it, employing every variety of engines, and trying every manner of assault; whereas, had he forbore but a little while, he might without hazard have taken the Upper City by famine, it being already reduced to the last extremity, through want of necessaries. But eager to return to Rome, and fearing innovation there, at great risk, with continual fighting and vast expense, he pushed on the war. Besides other equipage, the very work about the engines of battery was supplied with no less than ten thousand yoke of mules, employed daily in that service. And when timber grew scarce, for many of the works failed, some crushed to pieces by their own weight, others taking fire by the continual play of the enemy, he had recourse to the sacred groves, and cut down the trees of the Academy, the shadiest of all the suburbs, and the Lyceum. And a vast sum of money being wanted to carry on the war, he broke into the sanctuaries of Greece, that of Epidaurus and that of Olympia, sending for the most beautiful and precious offerings deposited there. He wrote, likewise, to the Amphictyons, at Delphi, that it were better to remit the wealth of the god to him, for that he would keep it more securely, or in case he made use of it, restore as much. He sent Caphis, the Phocian, one of his friends, with this message, commanding him to receive each item by weight. Caphis came to Delphi, but was loath to touch the holy things, and with many tears, in the presence of the Amphyctyons, bewailed the necessity. And on some of them declaring they heard the sound of a harp from the inner shrine, he, whether he himself believed it, or was willing to try the effect of religious fear upon Sylla, sent back an express. To which Sylla replied in a scoffing way, that it was surprising to him that Caphis did not know that music was a sign of joy, not anger; he should, therefore, go on boldly, and accept what a gracious and bountiful god offered.
Sylla, upon his arrival, received greetings from representatives of all the cities of Greece, except Athens. Since the city was forced by the tyrant Aristion to support the king, he moved forward with all his forces and laid siege to Piraeus, using various siege engines and tactics. However, if he had waited just a little longer, he could have taken the Upper City by famine, as it was already on the verge of collapse due to a lack of supplies. But eager to return to Rome and fearing political changes there, he continued the war despite the risks, constant fighting, and high costs. Among other supplies, he had no less than ten thousand mules working daily to operate the siege engines. When timber became scarce and many projects failed—some collapsing under their own weight and others catching fire from the enemy's attacks—he turned to the sacred groves and cut down trees from the Academy, the shadiest area, and the Lyceum. A large amount of money was needed to sustain the war, so he raided the sanctuaries of Greece, including those at Epidaurus and Olympia, taking the most beautiful and valuable offerings stored there. He also wrote to the Amphictyons at Delphi, suggesting that it would be better to entrust the wealth of the god to him, promising to keep it safe or return as much if he used it. He sent his friend Caphis, a Phocian, with this message and instructed him to weigh each item carefully. Caphis arrived at Delphi but was reluctant to touch the sacred items and, with tears, lamented the situation in front of the Amphictyons. When some of them claimed they heard the sound of a harp from the inner shrine, he, whether he believed it or was testing the religious fear on Sylla, sent back a message. Sylla responded mockingly, saying he was surprised Caphis didn’t realize that music is a sign of joy, not anger; he should, therefore, proceed confidently and accept what a generous and kind god was offering.
Other things were sent away without much notice on the part of the Greeks in general, but in the case of the silver tun, that only relic of the regal donations, which its weight and bulk made it impossible for any carriage to receive, the Amphictyons were forced to cut it into pieces, and called to mind in so doing, how Titus Flamininus, and Manius Acilius, and again Paulus Aemilius, one of whom drove Antiochus out of Greece, and the others subdued the Macedonian kings, had not only abstained from violating the Greek temples, but had even given them new gifts and honors, and increased the general veneration for them. They, indeed, the lawful commanders of temperate and obedient soldiers, and themselves great in soul, and simple in expenses, lived within the bounds of the ordinary established charges, accounting it a greater disgrace to seek popularity with their men, than to feel fear of their enemy. Whereas the commanders of these times, attaining to superiority by force, not worth, and having need of arms one against another, rather than against the public enemy, were constrained to temporize in authority, and in order to pay for the gratifications with which they purchased the labor of their soldiers, were driven, before they knew it, to sell the commonwealth itself, and, to gain the mastery over men better than themselves, were content to become slaves to the vilest of wretches. These practices drove Marius into exile, and again brought him in against Sylla. These made Cinna the assassin of Octavius, and Fimbria of Flaccus. To which courses Sylla contributed not the least; for to corrupt and win over those who were under the command of others, he would be munificent and profuse towards those who were under his own; and so, while tempting the soldiers of other generals to treachery, and his own to dissolute living, he was naturally in want of a large treasury, and especially during that siege.
Other things were sent away without much notice from the Greeks in general, but in the case of the silver tun, the only remaining piece of the royal donations, which was too heavy and bulky for any carriage to handle, the Amphictyons had to cut it into pieces. This reminded them that Titus Flamininus, Manius Acilius, and Paulus Aemilius—one of whom drove Antiochus out of Greece, and the others subdued the Macedonian kings—not only refrained from violating Greek temples, but also gave them new gifts and honors, increasing the overall respect for them. They, after all, were the lawful leaders of disciplined and obedient soldiers, noble in spirit and modest in their expenses. They lived within the limits of standard military charges, seeing it as a greater disgrace to seek popularity with their men than to fear their enemies. In contrast, the commanders of their time, who gained power through force rather than merit and needed to arm themselves against one another instead of the public enemy, were forced to compromise their authority. To afford the rewards that would win over the loyalty of their soldiers, they ended up selling out the commonwealth itself and willing to be enslaved by those far beneath them in character. These actions drove Marius into exile, then back against Sylla; they turned Cinna into the assassin of Octavius and Fimbria of Flaccus. Sylla played a significant role in this; to corrupt and win over those under other commanders, he was lavish and generous to those under his own. While he tempted other generals' soldiers into treachery and led his own to a life of excess, he was inevitably in need of a large treasury, especially during that siege.
Sylla had a vehement and an implacable desire to conquer Athens, whether out of emulation, fighting as it were against the shadow of the once famous city, or out of anger, at the foul words and scurrilous jests with which the tyrant Aristion, showing himself daily, with unseemly gesticulations, upon the walls, had provoked him and Metella.
Sylla had a furious and unyielding desire to take over Athens, driven either by a desire to compete, battling against the legacy of the once-great city, or out of anger at the nasty insults and offensive jokes with which the tyrant Aristion, appearing daily with inappropriate gestures on the walls, had provoked him and Metella.
The tyrant Aristion had his very being compounded of wantonness and cruelty, having gathered into himself all the worst of Mithridates’s diseased and vicious qualities, like some fatal malady which the city, after its deliverance from innumerable wars, many tyrannies and seditions, was in its last days destined to endure. At the time when a medimnus of wheat was sold in the city for one thousand drachmas, and men were forced to live on the feverfew growing round the citadel, and to boil down shoes and oil-bags for their food, he, carousing and feasting in the open face of day, then dancing in armor, and making jokes at the enemy, suffered the holy lamp of the goddess to expire for want of oil, and to the chief priestess, who demanded of him the twelfth part of a medimnus of wheat, he sent the like quantity of pepper. The senators and priests, who came as suppliants to beg of him to take compassion on the city, and treat for peace with Sylla, he drove away and dispersed with a flight of arrows. At last, with much ado, he sent forth two or three of his reveling companions to parley, to whom Sylla, perceiving that they made no serious overtures towards an accommodation, but went on haranguing in praise of Theseus, Eumolpus, and the Median trophies, replied, “My good friends, you may put up your speeches and be gone. I was sent by the Romans to Athens, not to take lessons, but to reduce rebels to obedience.”
The tyrant Aristion was made up entirely of excess and cruelty, having absorbed all the worst traits of Mithridates's sick and corrupt nature, like a deadly disease that the city, after enduring countless wars, multiple tyrannies, and internal strife, was destined to face in its final days. At a time when a medimnus of wheat sold for a thousand drachmas, and people had to survive on feverfew growing around the citadel, boiling down shoes and oil bags for food, he was busy partying and feasting in broad daylight, then dancing in armor and joking about the enemy, allowing the sacred lamp of the goddess to run out of oil, and when the chief priestess asked him for the twelfth part of a medimnus of wheat, he sent her the same amount of pepper. The senators and priests, who came as supplicants to plead with him to show mercy on the city and negotiate peace with Sylla, he drove off and scattered with a barrage of arrows. Eventually, after much effort, he sent a couple of his partying friends to negotiate, but Sylla, seeing that they weren’t making any serious proposals for peace and instead were going on about Theseus, Eumolpus, and the Median victories, replied, “My friends, you can save your speeches and leave. I came to Athens on behalf of the Romans, not to take lessons, but to bring rebels back into line.”
In the meantime news came to Sylla that some old men, talking in the Ceramicus, had been overheard to blame the tyrant for not securing the passages and approaches near the Heptachalcum, the one point where the enemy might easily get over. Sylla neglected not the report, but going in the night, and discovering the place to be assailable, set instantly to work. Sylla himself makes mention in his Memoirs, that Marcus Teius, the first man who scaled the wall, meeting with an adversary, and striking him on the headpiece a home stroke, broke his own sword, but, notwithstanding, did not give ground, but stood and held him fast. The city was certainly taken from that quarter, according to the tradition of the oldest of the Athenians.
In the meantime, news reached Sylla that some old men, chatting in the Ceramicus, had been heard criticizing the tyrant for not securing the passages and approaches near the Heptachalcum, the one spot where the enemy could easily cross. Sylla didn’t overlook the report; instead, he went out at night, found the area vulnerable, and immediately got to work. Sylla mentions in his Memoirs that Marcus Teius, the first person to climb the wall, encountered an opponent and, after striking him on the helmet with a solid blow, broke his own sword. Despite this, he didn’t retreat but stood his ground and held his opponent tight. According to the oldest traditions of the Athenians, the city was definitely taken from that side.
When they had thrown down the wall, and made all level betwixt the Piraic and Sacred Gate, about midnight Sylla entered the breach, with all the terrors of trumpets and cornets sounding, with the triumphant shout and cry of an army let loose to spoil and slaughter, and scouring through the streets with swords drawn. There was no numbering the slain; the amount is to this day conjectured only from the space of ground overflowed with blood. For without mentioning the execution done in other quarters of the city, the blood that was shed about the marketplace spread over the whole Ceramicus within the Double-gate, and, according to most writers, passed through the gate and overflowed the suburb. Nor did the multitudes which fell thus exceed the number of those, who, out of pity and love for their country, which they believed was now finally to perish, slew themselves; the best of them, through despair of their country’s surviving, dreading themselves to survive, expecting neither humanity nor moderation in Sylla. At length, partly at the instance of Midias and Calliphon, two exiled men, beseeching and casting themselves at his feet, partly by the intercession of those senators who followed the camp, having had his fill of revenge, and making some honorable mention of the ancient Athenians, “I forgive,” said he, “the many for the sake of the few, the living for the dead.” He took Athens, according to his own Memoirs, on the calends of March, coinciding pretty nearly with the new moon of Anthesterion, on which day it is the Athenian usage to perform various acts in commemoration of the ruins and devastations occasioned by the deluge, that being supposed to be the time of its occurrence.
When they had knocked down the wall and leveled the ground between the Piraic and Sacred Gate, around midnight, Sylla entered through the breach, with the terrifying sounds of trumpets and horns blaring, accompanied by the triumphant cheers of an army unleashed to pillage and slaughter, charging through the streets with swords drawn. The number of those killed was incalculable; the estimate is still based on the area covered in blood. Without considering the killings in other parts of the city, the blood shed in the marketplace spread throughout the entire Ceramicus within the Double-gate and, according to most historians, flowed through the gate and inundated the suburbs. The multitude that fell did not exceed the number of those who, out of pity and love for their country—which they believed was about to be destroyed—took their own lives; the bravest among them, in despair for their country’s survival, feared living on and anticipated neither kindness nor restraint from Sylla. Ultimately, partly through the pleas of Midias and Calliphon, two exiles who begged and fell at his feet, and partly due to the intercession of the senators traveling with him, having satisfied his thirst for revenge and acknowledging the legacy of the ancient Athenians, he said, “I forgive,” addressing the many for the sake of the few, and the living for the dead.” He took Athens, according to his own Memoirs, on the first day of March, which nearly coincided with the new moon of Anthesterion, a day when Athenians traditionally performed various acts to commemorate the destruction caused by the flood, believed to have occurred at that time.
At the taking of the town, the tyrant fled into the citadel, and was there besieged by Curio, who had that charge given him. He held out a considerable time, but at last yielded himself up for want of water, and divine power immediately intimated its agency in the matter. For on the same day and hour that Curio conducted him down, the clouds gathered in a clear sky, and there came down a great quantity of rain and filled the citadel with water.
When the town was captured, the tyrant escaped to the fortress, where Curio was assigned to lay siege to him. The tyrant held out for a significant time, but eventually surrendered due to a lack of water, and a divine force quickly made its presence known. Because on the same day and hour that Curio brought him down, clouds appeared in a clear sky, and a large amount of rain fell, filling the fortress with water.
Not long after, Sylla won the Piraeus, and burnt most of it; amongst the rest, Philo’s arsenal, a work very greatly admired.
Not long after, Sylla took Piraeus and burned most of it, including Philo’s arsenal, a highly praised work.
In the mean time Taxiles, Mithridates’s general, coming down from Thrace and Macedon, with an army of one hundred thousand foot, ten thousand horse, and ninety chariots, armed with scythes at the wheels, would have joined Archelaus, who lay with a navy on the coast near Munychia, reluctant to quit the sea, and yet unwilling to engage the Romans in battle, but desiring to protract the war and cut off the enemy’s supplies. Which Sylla perceiving much better than himself, passed with his forces into Boeotia, quitting a barren district which was inadequate to maintain an army even in time of peace. He was thought by some to have taken false measures in thus leaving Attica, a rugged country, and ill suited for cavalry to move in, and entering the plain and open fields of Boeotia, knowing as he did the barbarian strength to consist most in horses and chariots. But as was said before, to avoid famine and scarcity, he was forced to run the risk of a battle. Moreover he was in anxiety for Hortensius, a bold and active officer, whom on his way to Sylla with forces from Thessaly, the barbarians awaited in the straits. For these reasons Sylla drew off into Boeotia. Hortensius, meantime, was conducted by Caphis, our countryman, another way unknown to the barbarians, by Parnassus, just under Tithora, which was then not so large a town as it is now, but a mere fort, surrounded by steep precipices, whither the Phocians also, in old time, when flying from the invasion of Xerxes, carried themselves and their goods and were saved. Hortensius, encamping here, kept off the enemy by day, and at night descending by difficult passages to Patronis, joined the forces of Sylla, who came to meet him. Thus united they posted themselves on a fertile hill in the middle of the plain of Elatea, shaded with trees and watered at the foot. It is called Philoboeotus, and its situation and natural advantages are spoken of with great admiration by Sylla.
In the meantime, Taxiles, Mithridates’s general, came down from Thrace and Macedonia with an army of 100,000 infantry, 10,000 cavalry, and 90 chariots armed with scythes on the wheels. He was planning to join Archelaus, who was stationed with a navy near Munychia. Archelaus was reluctant to leave the sea and not eager to fight the Romans, but he wanted to prolong the war and cut off the enemy's supplies. Sylla recognized this much better than Archelaus did and moved his forces into Boeotia, leaving behind a barren area that couldn't support an army even in peacetime. Some thought he made a mistake by leaving Attica, a rough terrain that was challenging for cavalry, and entering the open fields of Boeotia, knowing that the enemy’s strength relied heavily on their horses and chariots. However, as mentioned earlier, to avoid famine and shortages, he had to take the risk of battle. He was also worried about Hortensius, a daring and active officer, who the barbarians were waiting for in the straits while on his way to Sylla with reinforcements from Thessaly. For these reasons, Sylla moved into Boeotia. Meanwhile, Hortensius was guided by our fellow countryman Caphis on a different route unknown to the barbarians, through Parnassus, just below Tithora, which was not as large as it is now but more of a fort, surrounded by steep cliffs. The Phocians also fled there with their belongings during Xerxes's invasion and found safety. Hortensius set up camp there, keeping the enemy at bay during the day, and at night he would navigate difficult paths to Patronis to join Sylla's forces. Once united, they positioned themselves on a fertile hill in the heart of the Elatea plain, shaded by trees and with water at the base. This hill is called Philoboeotus, and Sylla spoke highly of its location and natural advantages.
As they lay thus encamped, they seemed to the enemy a contemptible number, for they were not above fifteen hundred horse, and less than fifteen thousand foot. Therefore the rest of the commanders, overpersuading Archelaus, and drawing up the army, covered the plain with horses, chariots, bucklers, targets. The clamor and cries of so many nations forming for battle rent the air, nor was the pomp and ostentation of their costly array altogether idle and unserviceable for terror; for the brightness of their armor, embellished magnificently with gold and silver, and the rich colors of their Median and Scythian coats, intermixed with brass and shining steel, presented a flaming and terrible sight as they swayed about and moved in their ranks, so much so that the Romans shrunk within their trenches, and Sylla, unable by any arguments to remove their fear, and unwilling to force them to fight against their wills, was fain to sit down in quiet, ill-brooking to become the subject of barbarian insolence and laughter. This, however, above all advantaged him, for the enemy, from contemning of him, fell into disorder amongst themselves, being already less thoroughly under command, on account of the number of their leaders. Some few of them remained within the encampment, but others, the major part, lured out with hopes of prey and rapine, strayed about the country many days journey from the camp, and are related to have destroyed the city of Panope, to have plundered Lebadea, and robbed the oracle without any orders from their commanders.
As they lay camped, they seemed like a trivial force to the enemy, with no more than fifteen hundred cavalry and fewer than fifteen thousand infantry. So, the other commanders convinced Archelaus to organize the army, spreading out horses, chariots, shields, and targets across the plain. The noise and shouts of so many nations preparing for battle filled the air, and the extravagant display of their costly gear was not just for show; the shine of their armor, adorned lavishly with gold and silver, along with the vibrant colors of their Median and Scythian outfits, mixed with brass and polished steel, created a stunning and intimidating sight as they moved in formation. This caused the Romans to shrink back into their trenches, and Sylla, unable to convince his men to overcome their fear, and reluctant to force them to fight against their will, had to sit quietly, discontented to be the target of barbarian taunts and mockery. However, this ultimately worked to his advantage, as the enemy, underestimating him, fell into disarray themselves, being less disciplined due to the number of their leaders. A few stayed in the camp, but most, enticed by the lure of loot and plunder, wandered far from the camp for many days, reportedly destroying the city of Panope, raiding Lebadea, and robbing the oracle without any orders from their commanders.
Sylla, all this while, chafing and fretting to see the cities all around destroyed, suffered not the soldiery to remain idle, but leading them out, compelled them to divert the Cephisus from its ancient channel by casting up ditches, and giving respite to none, showed himself rigorous in punishing the remiss, that growing weary of labor, they might be induced by hardship to embrace danger. Which fell out accordingly, for on the third day, being hard at work as Sylla passed by, they begged and clamored to be led against the enemy. Sylla replied, that this demand of war proceeded rather from a backwardness to labor than any forwardness to fight, but if they were in good earnest martially inclined, he bade them take their arms and get up thither, pointing to the ancient citadel of the Parapotamians, of which at present, the city being laid waste, there remained only the rocky hill itself, steep and craggy on all sides, and severed from Mount Hedylium by the breadth of the river Assus, which running between, and at the bottom of the same hill falling into the Cephisus with an impetuous confluence, makes this eminence a strong position for soldiers to occupy. Observing that the enemy’s division, called the Brazen Shields, were making their way up thither, Sylla was willing to take first possession, and by the vigorous efforts of the soldiers, succeeded. Archelaus, driven from hence, bent his forces upon Chaeronea. The Chaeroneans who bore arms in the Roman camp beseeching Sylla not to abandon the city, he dispatched Gabinius, a tribune, with one legion, and sent out also the Chaeroneans, who endeavored, but were not able to get in before Gabinius; so active was he, and more zealous to bring relief than those who had entreated it. Juba writes that Ericius was the man sent, not Gabinius. Thus narrowly did our native city escape.
Sylla, all this time, was frustrated and upset to see the cities around him being destroyed. He didn't let the soldiers sit idle; instead, he took them out and forced them to change the course of the Cephisus River by digging ditches. He didn't let anyone take a break and was strict in punishing those who slacked off, hoping that the hard work would push them to embrace the fight. This worked out as planned, because on the third day, while they were hard at work, they begged Sylla to lead them against the enemy. Sylla replied that their eagerness for battle seemed more about avoiding work than a genuine desire to fight. However, if they were truly ready for battle, he told them to grab their weapons and head to the ancient citadel of the Parapotamians. At that moment, the city lay in ruins, and only the rocky hill remained, steep and rugged all around. This hill was separated from Mount Hedylium by the wide Assus River, which rushed between them and then flowed into the Cephisus, making the hill a strong position for soldiers. Noticing that the enemy division known as the Brazen Shields was trying to take the hill, Sylla wanted to seize it first, and thanks to the soldiers’ efforts, he succeeded. Archelaus, pushed back from there, redirected his forces toward Chaeronea. The Chaeroneans, who were armed in the Roman camp, pleaded with Sylla not to abandon their city, so he sent tribune Gabinius with one legion to help. He also sent the Chaeroneans to support, but they weren't able to reach the city before Gabinius did; he was so quick and eager to provide help, even more so than those who requested it. Juba later reported that it was Ericius who was sent, not Gabinius. Thus, our hometown narrowly avoided disaster.
From Lebadea and the cave of Trophonius there came favorable rumors and prophecies of victory to the Romans, of which the inhabitants of those places give a fuller account, but as Sylla himself affirms in the tenth book of his Memoirs, Quintus Titius, a man of some repute among the Romans who were engaged in mercantile business in Greece, came to him after the battle won at Chaeronea, and declared that Trophonius had foretold another fight and victory on the same place, within a short time. After him a soldier, by name Salvenius, brought an account from the god of the future issue of affairs in Italy. As to the vision, they both agreed in this, that they had seen one who in stature and in majesty was similar to Jupiter Olympius.
From Lebadea and the cave of Trophonius came positive rumors and prophecies of victory for the Romans, which the locals explain in more detail. However, as Sylla himself states in the tenth book of his Memoirs, a man named Quintus Titius, who was known among the Romans involved in trade in Greece, approached him after the victory at Chaeronea. He reported that Trophonius had predicted another battle and win at the same location soon. Following him, a soldier named Salvenius brought news from the god about the future outcomes in Italy. Regarding the vision, both agreed they had seen someone who was similar in stature and majesty to Jupiter Olympius.
Sylla, when he had passed over the Assus, marching under the Mount Hedylium, encamped close to Archelaus, who had entrenched himself strongly between the mountains Acontium and Hedylium, close to what are called the Assia. The place of his entrenchment is to this day named from him, Archelaus. Sylla, after one day’s respite, having left Murena behind him with one legion and two cohorts to amuse the enemy with continual alarms, himself went and sacrificed on the banks of Cephisus, and the holy rites ended, held on towards Chaeronea to receive the forces there and view Mount Thurium, where a party of the enemy had posted themselves. This is a craggy height running up in a conical form to a point, called by us Orthopagus; at the foot of it is the river Morius and the temple of Apollo Thurius. The god had his surname from Thuro, mother of Chaeron, whom ancient record makes founder of Chaeronea. Others assert that the cow which Apollo gave to Cadmus for a guide appeared there, and that the place took its name from the beast, Thor being the Phoenician word for a cow.
Sylla, after crossing over the Assus and marching under Mount Hedylium, set up camp near Archelaus, who had fortified himself between the Acontium and Hedylium mountains, close to what is known as the Assia. The site of his fortification is still called Archelaus to this day. After resting for a day, Sylla left Murena behind with one legion and two cohorts to keep the enemy on alert, while he went to perform a sacrifice by the banks of Cephisus. Once the rituals were completed, he continued on to Chaeronea to gather the forces there and inspect Mount Thurium, where a group of the enemy had positioned themselves. This steep, conical peak is referred to as Orthopagus; at its base lie the river Morius and the temple of Apollo Thurius. The god got his name from Thuro, the mother of Chaeron, who ancient records claim founded Chaeronea. Others say that the cow, which Apollo gave to Cadmus as a guide, appeared there, and that the place got its name from the animal, as "Thor" is the Phoenician word for a cow.
At Sylla’s approach to Chaeronea, the tribune who had been appointed to guard the city led out his men in arms, and met him with a garland of laurel in his hand; which Sylla accepting, and at the same time saluting the soldiers and animating them to the encounter, two men of Chaeronea, Homoloichus and Anaxidamus, presented themselves before him, and offered, with a small party, to dislodge those who were posted on Thurium. For there lay a path out of sight of the barbarians, from what is called Petrochus along by the Museum, leading right down from above upon Thurium. By this way it was easy to fall upon them and either stone them from above, or force them down into the plain. Sylla, assured of their faith and courage by Gabinius, bade them proceed with the enterprise, and meantime drew up the army, and disposing the cavalry on both wings, himself took command of the right; the left being committed to the direction of Murena. In the rear of all, Galba and Hortensius, his lieutenants, planted themselves on the upper grounds with the cohorts of reserve, to watch the motions of the enemy, who with numbers of horse and swift-footed, light-armed infantry, were noticed to have so formed their wing as to allow it readily to change about and alter its position, and thus gave reason for suspecting that they intended to carry it far out and so to enclose the Romans.
As Sylla approached Chaeronea, the tribune in charge of guarding the city gathered his armed men and greeted him with a laurel wreath. Sylla accepted it and encouraged the soldiers for the upcoming battle. Two men from Chaeronea, Homoloichus and Anaxidamus, stepped forward with a small group and offered to dislodge the enemies stationed at Thurium. There was a hidden path, known as Petrochus, that ran by the Museum and led directly down to Thurium, enabling an easy surprise attack from above, where they could either stone the enemies or force them down into the plain. Confident in their loyalty and bravery thanks to Gabinius, Sylla approved their plan and arranged the army, placing the cavalry on both flanks while he took command of the right side; the left side was assigned to Murena. In the back, his lieutenants, Galba and Hortensius, set up on higher ground with reserve troops to monitor the enemy's movements, who had positioned their cavalry and quick, lightly armed infantry in a way that suggested they might be planning to extend their flank and surround the Romans.
In the meanwhile, the Chaeroneans, who had Ericius for commander by appointment of Sylla, covertly making their way around Thurium, and then discovering themselves, occasioned a great confusion and rout amongst the barbarians, and slaughter, for the most part, by their own hands. For they kept not their place, but making down the steep descent, ran themselves on their own spears, and violently sent each other over the cliffs, the enemy from above pressing on and wounding them where they exposed their bodies; insomuch that there fell three thousand about Thurium. Some of those who escaped, being met by Murena as he stood in array, were cut off and destroyed. Others breaking through to their friends and falling pell-mell into the ranks, filled most part of the army with fear and tumult, and caused a hesitation and delay among the generals, which was no small disadvantage. For immediately upon the discomposure, Sylla coming full speed to the charge, and quickly crossing the interval between the armies, lost them the service of their armed chariots, which require a consider able space of ground to gather strength and impetuosity in their career, a short course being weak and ineffectual, like that of missiles without a full swing. Thus it fared with the barbarians at present, whose first chariots came feebly on and made but a faint impression; the Romans repulsing them with shouts and laughter, called out as they do at the races in the circus, for more to come. By this time the mass of both armies met; the barbarians on one side fixed their long pikes, and with their shields locked close together, strove so far as in them lay to preserve their line of battle entire. The Romans, on the other side, having discharged their javelins, rushed on with their drawn swords, and struggled to put by the pikes to get at them the sooner, in the fury that possessed them at seeing in the front of the enemy fifteen thousand slaves, whom the royal commanders had set free by proclamation, and ranged amongst the men of arms. And a Roman centurion is reported to have said at this sight, that he never knew servants allowed to play the masters, unless at the Saturnalia. These men by their deep and solid array, as well as by their daring courage, yielded but slowly to the legions, till at last by slinging engines, and darts, which the Romans poured in upon them behind, they were forced to give way and scatter.
In the meantime, the Chaeroneans, led by Ericius as appointed by Sylla, secretly moved around Thurium and then revealed themselves, causing significant chaos and disorder among the barbarians, who mostly ended up killing each other. They didn’t hold their position; instead, they rushed down the steep slope and impaled themselves on their own spears, while pushing each other off the cliffs as the enemy above attacked them, wounding them wherever they exposed themselves. As a result, around three thousand fell near Thurium. Some of those who escaped encountered Murena, who was in formation, and were cut down and destroyed. Others broke through to their allies and, mixing into their ranks, spread fear and confusion throughout the army, causing hesitation and delays among the generals, which was a significant disadvantage. As soon as this disarray occurred, Sylla charged forward quickly, closing the gap between the two armies, which deprived them of the use of their armored chariots that needed a considerable amount of space to build speed and momentum; a short distance made them ineffective, like missiles without enough launch. The barbarians’ initial chariots arrived weakly and made only a minor impact; the Romans pushed them back with shouts and laughter, calling out as they do at the races in the circus for more to come. At this point, the bulk of both armies clashed; the barbarians on one side fixed their long pikes and, with their shields locked tightly together, tried to maintain their formation. The Romans, on the other side, having thrown their javelins, charged in with drawn swords, struggling to push aside the pikes to reach them faster. This fury was fueled by the sight of fifteen thousand slaves in front of the enemy, whom the royal commanders had freed by proclamation and placed among the armed men. A Roman centurion reportedly remarked that he had never seen servants allowed to act like masters, except during the Saturnalia. These men, with their strong and solid formation, along with their boldness, gradually yielded to the legions until, in the end, they were forced to retreat and scatter by the slinging engines and darts that the Romans showered upon them from behind.
As Archelaus was extending the right wing to encompass the enemy, Hortensius with his cohorts came down in force, with intention to charge him in the flank. But Archelaus wheeling about suddenly with two thousand horse, Hortensius, outnumbered and hard pressed, fell back towards the higher grounds, and found himself gradually getting separated from the main body and likely to be surrounded by the enemy. When Sylla heard this, he came rapidly up to his succor from the right wing, which as yet had not engaged. But Archelaus, guessing the matter by the dust of his troops, turned to the right wing, from whence Sylla came, in hopes to surprise it without a commander. At the same instant, likewise, Taxiles, with his Brazen Shields, assailed Murena, so that a cry coming from both places, and the hills repeating it around, Sylla stood in suspense which way to move. Deciding to resume his own station, he sent in aid to Murena four cohorts under Hortensius, and commanding the fifth to follow him, returned hastily to the right wing, which of itself held its ground on equal terms against Archelaus; and, at his appearance, with one bold effort forced them back, and, obtaining the mastery, followed them, flying in disorder to the river and Mount Acontium. Sylla, however, did not forget the danger Murena was in; but hasting thither and finding him victorious also, then joined in the pursuit. Many barbarians were slain in the field, many more were cut in pieces as they were making into the camp. Of all the vast multitude, ten thousand only got safe into Chalcis. Sylla writes that there were but fourteen of his soldiers missing, and that two of these returned towards evening; he, therefore, inscribed on the trophies the names of Mars, Victory, and Venus, as having won the day no less by good fortune than by management and force of arms. This trophy of the battle in the plain stands on the place where Archelaus first gave way, near the stream of the Molus; another is erected high on the top of Thurium, where the barbarians were environed, with an inscription in Greek, recording that the glory of the day belonged to Homoloichus and Anaxidamus. Sylla celebrated his victory at Thebes with spectacles, for which he erected a stage, near Oedipus’s well. The judges of the performances were Greeks chosen out of other cities; his hostility to the Thebans being implacable, half of whose territory he took away and consecrated to Apollo and Jupiter, ordering that out of the revenue compensation should be made to the gods for the riches himself had taken from them.
As Archelaus was stretching his right flank to surround the enemy, Hortensius and his troops charged him from the side. But Archelaus quickly turned with two thousand cavalry, and Hortensius, outnumbered and under pressure, retreated to higher ground, slowly becoming separated from his main force and at risk of being encircled. When Sylla learned about this, he hurried to support him from the right flank, which had not yet engaged in battle. However, realizing what was happening from the dust kicked up by his troops, Archelaus moved towards the right flank where Sylla was coming, hoping to catch it off guard without a leader. At the same time, Taxiles, with his Brazen Shields, attacked Murena, creating chaos and leading to cries from both areas that echoed around the hills. Sylla was unsure of which way to go. Ultimately, he decided to return to his original position and sent four cohorts, led by Hortensius, to help Murena while instructing a fifth to follow, then rushed back to the right flank, which was holding its ground against Archelaus. Upon his arrival, they made a bold push, driving the enemy back, and gaining the upper hand, forcing them to flee in disorder towards the river and Mount Acontium. Nevertheless, Sylla didn’t forget Murena’s precarious situation; he sped over and found him victorious as well, joining in the chase. Many enemy soldiers were killed in the field, and even more were slaughtered as they tried to reach their camp. Out of the large number, only ten thousand managed to escape to Chalcis. Sylla noted that only fourteen of his soldiers were unaccounted for, two of whom returned by evening. Therefore, he inscribed the names of Mars, Victory, and Venus on the trophies, recognizing that the day was won as much by luck as by strategy and military strength. One battle trophy stands where Archelaus first retreated, near the Molus river; another is set high atop Thurium, where the enemy was surrounded, with an inscription in Greek declaring that the glory of the day belonged to Homoloichus and Anaxidamus. Sylla celebrated his victory at Thebes with performances, building a stage near Oedipus’s well. The judges for the events were Greeks chosen from other cities, as he had a deep-seated hostility toward the Thebans, taking half of their territory and dedicating it to Apollo and Jupiter, ordering that compensation be made from the revenue for the wealth he had seized from them.
After this, hearing that Flaccus, a man of the contrary faction, had been chosen consul, and was crossing the Ionian Sea with an army, professedly to act against Mithridates, but in reality against himself, he hastened towards Thessaly, designing to meet him, but in his march, when near Melitea, received advices from all parts that the countries behind him were overrun and ravaged by no less a royal army than the former. For Dorylaus, arriving at Chalcis with a large fleet, on board of which he brought over with him eighty thousand of the best appointed and best disciplined soldiers of Mithridates’s army, at once invaded Boeotia, and occupied the country in hopes to bring Sylla to a battle, making no account of the dissuasions of Archelaus, but giving it out as to the last fight, that without treachery so many thousand men could never have perished. Sylla, however, facing about expeditiously, made it clear to him that Archelaus was a wise man, and had good skill in the Roman valor; insomuch that he himself, after some small skirmishes with Sylla near Tilphossium, was the first of those who thought it not advisable to put things to the decision of the sword, but rather to wear out the war by expense of time and treasure. The ground, however, near Orchomenus, where they then lay encamped, gave some encouragement to Archelaus, being a battle field admirably suited for an army superior in cavalry. Of all the plains in Boeotia that are renowned for their beauty and extent, this alone, which commences from the city of Orchomenus, spreads out unbroken and clear of trees to the edge of the fens in which the Melas, rising close under Orchomenus, loses itself, the only Greek river which is a deep and navigable water from the very head, increasing also about the summer solstice like the Nile, and producing plants similar to those that grow there, only small and without fruit. It does not run far before the main stream disappears among the blind and woody marsh-grounds; a small branch. however, joins the Cephisus, about the place where the lake is thought to produce the best flute-reeds.
After this, when he heard that Flaccus, a member of the opposing faction, had been elected consul and was crossing the Ionian Sea with an army—ostensibly to fight against Mithridates, but in reality against him—he hurried toward Thessaly, planning to confront him. However, while marching near Melitea, he received reports from all sides that the regions behind him were being invaded and devastated by no less than a royal army similar to the previous one. Dorylaus, arriving at Chalcis with a large fleet and bringing with him eighty thousand of the best-equipped and most disciplined soldiers from Mithridates’s army, immediately invaded Boeotia and took control of the area, hoping to force Sylla into battle. He disregarded the warnings from Archelaus and claimed, as after the last fight, that no so many thousands could have died without treachery. Sylla, however, quickly turned around and made it clear to him that Archelaus was a wise man and had a good understanding of Roman bravery; so much so that after a few minor skirmishes with Sylla near Tilphossium, he was the first to decide it wasn’t wise to settle things by fighting, but rather to prolong the war through the consumption of time and resources. The area near Orchomenus, where they were camped, provided some encouragement to Archelaus, as it was a battlefield ideally suited for an army with superior cavalry. Of all the beautiful and expansive plains in Boeotia, this one, which begins from the city of Orchomenus, stretches wide and clear of trees all the way to the edges of the wetlands, where the Melas, emerging close to Orchomenus, disappears—this river is the only one in Greece that is deep and navigable right from its source, swelling around the summer solstice like the Nile and producing plants similar to those that grow there, though only small and without fruit. It doesn’t flow far before the main current vanishes among the tangled and wooded marshes; however, a small branch does connect with the Cephisus near the spot thought to yield the best flute-reeds.
Now that both armies were posted near each other, Archelaus lay still, but Sylla employed himself in cutting ditches from either side; that if possible, by driving the enemies from the firm and open champain, he might force them into the fens. They, on the other hand, not enduring this, as soon as their leaders allowed them the word of command, issued out furiously in large bodies; when not only the men at work were dispersed, but most part of those who stood in arms to protect the work fled in disorder. Upon this, Sylla leaped from his horse, and snatching hold of an ensign, rushed through the midst of the rout upon the enemy, crying out aloud, “To me, O Romans, it will be glorious to fall here. As for you, when they ask you where you betrayed your general, remember and say, at Orchomenus.” His men rallying again at these words, and two cohorts coming to his succor from the right wing, he led them to the charge and turned the day. Then retiring some short distance and refreshing his men, he proceeded again with his works to block up the enemy’s camp. They again sallied out in better order than before. Here Diogenes, step-son to Archelaus, fighting on the right wing with much gallantry, made an honorable end. And the archers, being hard pressed by the Romans, and wanting space for a retreat, took their arrows by handfuls, and striking with these as with swords, beat them back. In the end, however, they were all driven into the entrenchment and had a sorrowful night of it with their slain and wounded. The next day again, Sylla, leading forth his men up to their quarters, went on finishing the lines of entrenchment, and when they issued out again with larger numbers to give him battle, fell on them and put them to the rout, and in the consternation ensuing, none daring to abide, he took the camp by storm. The marshes were filled with blood, and the lake with dead bodies, insomuch that to this day many bows, helmets, fragments of iron, breastplates, and swords of barbarian make, continue to be found buried deep in mud, two hundred years after the fight. Thus much of the actions of Chaeronea and Orchomenus.
Now that both armies were positioned near each other, Archelaus remained still, while Sylla focused on digging ditches on either side. His goal was to push the enemies away from the firm and open ground and force them into the marshes. They, unable to tolerate this, charged out in large groups as soon as their leaders gave the command, scattering not only the workers but also most of the men standing guard. At this, Sylla jumped off his horse, grabbed a flag, and rushed into the chaos against the enemy, shouting, “Come to me, Romans! It will be glorious to fall here. As for you, when they ask where you betrayed your general, remember to say, at Orchomenus.” His troops, inspired by these words, rallied again, and with two cohorts coming to his aid from the right wing, he led them into battle and turned the tide. After retreating a short distance to regroup his men, he resumed his work to block the enemy’s camp. They charged out again in better order than before. Here, Diogenes, Archelaus’s step-son, fought bravely on the right wing and met a noble end. The archers, pressured by the Romans and lacking space to retreat, grabbed handfuls of arrows and fought back like swords. In the end, however, they were all pushed back into their fortifications and spent a dismal night with their dead and wounded. The next day, Sylla led his men to their positions, continued finishing the lines of entrenchment, and when the enemy emerged again with greater numbers to fight, he attacked them and routed them. In the ensuing panic, no one dared to stay, and he took the camp by storm. The marshes were filled with blood, and the lake with corpses, so much so that even today, many bows, helmets, pieces of iron, breastplates, and swords of barbarian origin are still found buried deep in the mud, two hundred years after the battle. This is the story of the actions at Chaeronea and Orchomenus.
At Rome, Cinna and Carbo were now using injustice and violence towards persons of the greatest eminence, and many of them to avoid this tyranny repaired, as to a safe harbor, to Sylla’s camp, where, in a short space, he had about him the aspect of a senate. Metella, likewise, having with difficulty conveyed herself and children away by stealth, brought him word that his houses, both in town and country, had been burnt by his enemies, and entreated his help at home. Whilst he was in doubt what to do, being impatient to hear of his country being thus outraged, and yet not knowing how to leave so great a work as the Mithridatic war unfinished, there comes to him Archelaus, a merchant of Delos, with hopes of an accommodation, and private instructions from Archelaus, the king’s general. Sylla liked the business so well as to desire a speedy conference with Archelaus in person, and a meeting took place on the sea-coast near Delium, where the temple of Apollo stands. When Archelaus opened the conversation, and began to urge Sylla to abandon his pretensions to Asia and Pontus, and to set sail for the war in Rome, receiving money and shipping, and such forces as he should think fitting from the king, Sylla, interposing, bade Archelaus take no further care for Mithridates, but assume the crown to himself, and become a confederate of Rome, delivering up the navy. Archelaus professing his abhorrence of such treason, Sylla proceeded: “So you, Archelaus, a Cappadocian, and slave, or if it so please you, friend, to a barbarian king, would not, upon such vast considerations, be guilty of what is dishonorable, and yet dare to talk to me, Roman general and Sylla, of treason? as if you were not the selfsame Archelaus who ran away at Chaeronea, with few remaining out of one hundred and twenty thousand men; who lay for two days in the fens of Orchomenus, and left Boeotia impassable for heaps of dead carcasses.” Archelaus, changing his tone at this, humbly besought him to lay aside the thoughts of war, and make peace with Mithridates. Sylla consenting to this request, articles of agreement were concluded on. That Mithridates should quit Asia and Paphlagonia, restore Bithynia to Nicomedes, Cappadocia to Ariobarzanes, and pay the Romans two thousand talents, and give him seventy ships of war with all their furniture. On the other hand, that Sylla should confirm to him his other dominions, and declare him a Roman confederate. On these terms he proceeded by the way of Thessaly and Macedon towards the Hellespont, having Archelaus with him, and treating him with great attention. For Archelaus being taken dangerously ill at Larissa, he stopped the march of the army, and took care of him, as if he had been one of his own captains, or his colleague in command. This gave suspicion of foul play in the battle of Chaeronea; as it was also observed that Sylla had released all the friends of Mithridates taken prisoners in war, except only Aristion the tyrant, who was at enmity with Archelaus, and was put to death by poison; and, above all, ten thousand acres of land in Euboea had been given to the Cappadocian, and he had received from Sylla the style of friend and ally of the Romans. On all which points Sylla defends himself in his Memoirs.
In Rome, Cinna and Carbo were resorting to injustice and violence against prominent individuals, and many of them, to escape this tyranny, sought refuge in Sylla’s camp, which quickly took on the appearance of a senate. Metella, having managed to sneak herself and her children away, informed him that his houses, both in the city and the countryside, had been burned by his enemies and pleaded for his help at home. While he was uncertain about what to do, feeling restless about the mistreatment of his country yet unsure how to abandon the significant task of the Mithridatic war, Archelaus, a merchant from Delos, approached him with hopes for a resolution and private instructions from the king’s general. Sylla was intrigued enough to request a quick in-person meeting with Archelaus, which happened along the coast near Delium, where the temple of Apollo is located. When Archelaus began the conversation by urging Sylla to drop his claims to Asia and Pontus and to set sail for the war in Rome, offering money, ships, and troops from the king as he deemed necessary, Sylla interrupted him. He told Archelaus not to worry about Mithridates any longer, but to take the crown for himself and ally with Rome, handing over the navy. Archelaus, expressing his disgust at such treachery, Sylla continued: “So you, Archelaus, a Cappadocian and a servant, or if you prefer, friend, to a barbarian king, wouldn't consider committing such a dishonorable act over such vast matters, and yet you dare to speak to me, the Roman general and Sylla, about treason? As if you weren't the same Archelaus who fled at Chaeronea, leaving only a handful from an army of one hundred and twenty thousand; who hid for two days in the swamps of Orchomenus, creating a path in Boeotia choked with corpses.” After this, Archelaus changed his approach and humbly requested that Sylla abandon thoughts of war and negotiate peace with Mithridates. Sylla agreed to this request, and they settled on terms. Mithridates would withdraw from Asia and Paphlagonia, restore Bithynia to Nicomedes, Cappadocia to Ariobarzanes, pay the Romans two thousand talents, and supply seventy warships fully equipped. In return, Sylla would affirm his other territories and declare him a Roman ally. With these terms, he made his way through Thessaly and Macedonia towards the Hellespont, with Archelaus accompanying him and treating him with great respect. When Archelaus fell seriously ill in Larissa, Sylla halted the army's march to care for him as if he were one of his own commanders or his co-leader. This raised suspicions about foul play regarding the battle of Chaeronea; it was also noted that Sylla had released all of Mithridates' captured friends from prison, except for Aristion the tyrant, who was at odds with Archelaus and was executed by poison. Above all, ten thousand acres of land in Euboea were given to the Cappadocian, and he had received from Sylla the title of friend and ally of the Romans. Sylla defends himself on all these points in his Memoirs.
The ambassadors of Mithridates arriving and declaring that they accepted of the conditions, only Paphlagonia they could not part with; and as for the ships, professing not to know of any such capitulation, Sylla in a rage exclaimed, “What say you? Does Mithridates then withhold Paphlagonia? and as to the ships, deny that article? I thought to have seen him prostrate at my feet to thank me for leaving him so much as that right hand of his, which has cut off so many Romans. He will shortly, at my coming over into Asia, speak another language; in the mean time, let him at his ease in Pergamus sit managing a war which he never saw.” The ambassadors in terror stood silent by, but Archelaus endeavored with humble supplications to assuage his wrath, laying hold on his right hand and weeping. In conclusion he obtained permission to go himself in person to Mithridates; for that he would either mediate a peace to the satisfaction of Sylla, or if not, slay himself. Sylla having thus dispatched him away, made an inroad into Maedica, and after wide depopulations returned back again into Macedon, where he received Archelaus about Philippi, bringing word that all was well, and that Mithridates earnestly requested an interview. The chief cause of this meeting was Fimbria; for he having assassinated Flaccus, the consul of the contrary faction, and worsted the Mithridatic commanders, was advancing against Mithridates himself, who, fearing this, chose rather to seek the friendship of Sylla.
The ambassadors from Mithridates arrived and announced that they accepted the terms, except for Paphlagonia, which they couldn’t let go of; and regarding the ships, they claimed ignorance of any such agreement. Sylla angrily exclaimed, “What do you mean? Is Mithridates, then, refusing to give up Paphlagonia? And regarding the ships, does he deny that condition? I expected him to be groveling at my feet, thanking me for leaving him with even his right hand, which has taken so many Roman lives. Soon, when I come to Asia, he’ll be speaking a different tune; in the meantime, let him sit comfortably in Pergamus managing a war he’s never seen.” The ambassadors stood silently in fear, but Archelaus tried to calm Sylla’s anger with humble pleas, holding onto his right hand and weeping. Ultimately, he was allowed to go personally to Mithridates, promising either to negotiate a peace that Sylla would accept, or if not, to take his own life. After sending him off, Sylla launched an invasion into Maedica, and after causing widespread destruction, returned to Macedon, where he met Archelaus near Philippi, who brought news that everything was fine and that Mithridates was eager to meet. The main reason for this meeting was Fimbria, who had assassinated Flaccus, the consul of the opposing faction, and defeated the Mithridatic commanders, and was moving against Mithridates himself, who, fearing this, preferred to seek Sylla’s friendship.
And so met at Dardanus in the Troad, on one side Mithridates, attended with two hundred ships, and land forces consisting of twenty thousand men at arms, six thousand horse, and a large train of scythed chariots; on the other, Sylla with only four cohorts, and two hundred horse. As Mithridates drew near and put out his hand, Sylla demanded whether he was willing or no to end the war on the terms Archelaus had agreed to, but seeing the king made no answer, “How is this?” he continued, “ought not the petitioner to speak first, and the conqueror to listen in silence?” And when Mithridates, entering upon his plea, began to shift off the war, partly on the gods, and partly to blame the Romans themselves, he took him up, saying that he had heard, indeed, long since from others, and now he knew it himself for truth, that Mithridates was a powerful speaker, who in defense of the most foul and unjust proceedings, had not wanted for specious presences. Then charging him with and inveighing bitterly against the outrages he had committed, he asked again whether he was willing or no to ratify the treaty of Archelaus? Mithridates answering in the affirmative, Sylla came forward, embraced and kissed him. Not long after he introduced Ariobarzanes and Nicomedes, the two kings, and made them friends Mithridates, when he had handed over to Sylla seventy ships and five hundred archers, set sail for Pontus.
So at Dardanus in the Troad, Mithridates arrived with two hundred ships, twenty thousand infantry, six thousand cavalry, and a large number of scythed chariots. On the other side was Sylla with just four cohorts and two hundred cavalry. As Mithridates approached and extended his hand, Sylla asked if he was willing to end the war on the terms that Archelaus had agreed to. When Mithridates didn’t respond, Sylla said, “Isn’t the petitioner supposed to speak first while the conqueror listens in silence?” As Mithridates began to shift the blame for the war onto the gods and the Romans, Sylla interjected, saying he had long heard and now confirmed that Mithridates was a skilled speaker, adept at justifying the most disgraceful actions. After fiercely calling out the wrongs Mithridates had committed, he asked again if he would agree to the treaty of Archelaus. Mithridates replied yes, and Sylla stepped forward to embrace and kiss him. Shortly after, he introduced Ariobarzanes and Nicomedes, the two kings, and made them allies of Mithridates. After handing over seventy ships and five hundred archers to Sylla, Mithridates set sail for Pontus.
Sylla, perceiving the soldiers to be dissatisfied with the peace, (as it seemed indeed a monstrous thing that they should see the king who was then bitterest enemy, and who had caused one hundred and fifty thousand Romans to be massacred in one day in Asia, now sailing off with the riches and spoils of Asia, which he had pillaged, and put under contribution for the space of four years,) in his defense to them alleged, that he could not have made head against Fimbria and Mithridates, had they both withstood him in conjunction. Thence he set out and went in search of Fimbria, who lay with the army about Thyatira, and pitching his camp not far off, proceeded to fortify it with a trench. The soldiers of Fimbria came out in their single coats, and, saluting his men, lent ready assistance to the work; which change Fimbria beholding, and apprehending Sylla as irreconcilable, laid violent hands on himself in the camp.
Sylla noticed that the soldiers were unhappy about the peace deal, as it seemed outrageous for them to see their worst enemy, who had caused the massacre of one hundred and fifty thousand Romans in a single day in Asia, sailing away with the riches he had looted and taxed for four years. To defend his actions, he argued that he couldn’t have faced both Fimbria and Mithridates if they teamed up against him. He then set out to find Fimbria, who was camped near Thyatira, and he set up his camp nearby, working on fortifying it with a trench. Fimbria's soldiers came out in their tunics, greeted his men, and helped with the construction, which made Fimbria realize that Sylla was not going to back down. Overcome with despair, he took his own life in the camp.
Sylla imposed on Asia in general a tax of twenty thousand talents, and despoiled individually each family by the licentious behavior and long residence of the soldiery in private quarters. For he ordained that every host should allow his guest four tetradrachms each day, and moreover entertain him, and as many friends as he should invite, with a supper; that a centurion should receive fifty drachmas a day, together with one suit of clothes to wear within doors, and another when he went abroad.
Sylla placed a tax of twenty thousand talents on Asia as a whole and personally took from each family through the reckless actions and prolonged stays of the soldiers in private homes. He mandated that every host must provide their guest with four tetradrachms daily and also offer dinner, along with a meal for as many friends as the guest chose to invite. A centurion was to receive fifty drachmas a day, as well as one outfit to wear indoors and another for going out.
Having set out from Ephesus with the whole navy, he came the third day to anchor in the Piraeus. Here he was initiated in the mysteries, and seized for his use the library of Apellicon the Teian, in which were most of the works of Theophrastus and Aristotle, then not in general circulation. When the whole was afterwards conveyed to Rome, there, it is said, the greater part of the collection passed through the hands of Tyrannion the grammarian, and that Andronicus the Rhodian, having through his means the command of numerous copies, made the treatises public, and drew up the catalogues that are now current. The elder Peripatetics appear themselves, indeed, to have been accomplished and learned men, but of the writings of Aristotle and Theophrastus they had no large or exact knowledge, because Theophrastus bequeathing his books to the heir of Neleus of Scepsis, they came into careless and illiterate hands.
After setting out from Ephesus with his entire navy, he arrived on the third day to anchor at Piraeus. Here, he was initiated into the mysteries and took possession of the library of Apellicon the Teian, which contained most of the works of Theophrastus and Aristotle that were not widely available at the time. Later, when the entire collection was transported to Rome, it is said that a large portion passed through the hands of Tyrannion the grammarian, and that Andronicus the Rhodian, having access to many copies through him, made the works public and compiled the catalogs that we still use today. The older Peripatetics were indeed knowledgeable and cultured individuals, but they had little comprehensive or accurate knowledge of Aristotle's and Theophrastus's writings, as Theophrastus had left his books to the heir of Neleus of Scepsis, and they ended up in careless and uneducated hands.
During Sylla’s stay about Athens, his feet were attacked by a heavy benumbing pain, which Strabo calls the first inarticulate sounds of the gout. Taking, therefore, a voyage to Aedepsus, he made use of the hot waters there, allowing himself at the same time to forget all anxieties, and passing away his time with actors. As he was walking along the sea-shore, certain fishermen brought him some magnificent fish. Being much delighted with the gift, and understanding, on inquiry, that they were men of Halaeae, “What,” said he, “are there any men of Halaeae surviving?” For after his victory at Orchomenus, in the heat of a pursuit, he had destroyed three cities of Boeotia, Anthedon, Larymna, and Halaeae. The men not knowing what to say for fear, Sylla with a smile bade them cheer up and return in peace, as they had brought with them no insignificant intercessors. The Halaeans say that this first gave them courage to reunite and return to their city.
During Sylla’s time in Athens, he suffered from a severe and numbing pain in his feet, which Strabo referred to as the early signs of gout. So, he took a trip to Aedepsus to use the hot springs there, allowing himself to forget all his worries while spending his time with actors. While walking along the beach, some fishermen brought him some amazing fish. Delighted by the gift, he asked them who they were, learning that they were from Halaeae. “What,” he said, “are there still people from Halaeae alive?” After his victory at Orchomenus, during a heated chase, he had destroyed three cities in Boeotia: Anthedon, Larymna, and Halaeae. The fishermen, unsure of what to say out of fear, were met with a smile from Sylla, who told them to cheer up and go back in peace since they had not come without significant supporters. The people of Halaeae say this was the moment that gave them the courage to come together and return to their city.
Sylla, having marched through Thessaly and Macedon to the sea-coast, prepared, with twelve hundred vessels, to cross over from Dyrrhachium to Brundisium. Not far from hence is Apollonia, and near it the Nymphaeum, a spot of ground where, from among green trees and meadows, there are found at various points springs of fire continually streaming out. Here, they say, a satyr, such as statuaries and painters represent, was caught asleep, and brought before Sylla, where he was asked by several interpreters who he was, and, after much trouble, at last uttered nothing intelligible, but a harsh noise, something between the neighing of a horse and crying of a goat. Sylla, in dismay, and deprecating such an omen, bade it be removed.
Sylla marched through Thessaly and Macedon to the coast, preparing to cross from Dyrrhachium to Brundisium with twelve hundred ships. Not far from there is Apollonia, and nearby is the Nymphaeum, a place where springs of fire continuously flow from among green trees and meadows. They say a satyr, like those depicted by sculptors and painters, was caught sleeping and brought before Sylla. When several interpreters asked him who he was, after much difficulty, he could only produce an unintelligible sound, something between a horse's neigh and a goat's bleat. Sylla, alarmed and upset by this omen, ordered it to be taken away.
At the point of transportation, Sylla being in alarm, lest at their first setting foot upon Italy, the soldiers should disband and disperse one by one among the cities, they of their own accord first took an oath to stand firm by him, and not of their good-will to injure Italy; then seeing him in distress for money, they made, so to say, a freewill offering, and contributed each man according to his ability. However Sylla would not accept of their offering, but praising their good-will, and arousing up their courage, put over (as he himself writes) against fifteen hostile generals in command of four hundred and fifty cohorts; but not without the most unmistakable divine intimations of his approaching happy successes. For when he was sacrificing at his first landing near Tarentum, the victim’s liver showed the figure of a crown of laurel with two fillets hanging from it. And a little while before his arrival in Campania, near the mountain Hephaeus, two stately goats were seen in the daytime, fighting together, and performing all the motions of men in battle. It proved to be an apparition, and rising up gradually from the ground, dispersed in the air, like fancied representations in the clouds, and so vanished out of sight. Not long after, in the selfsame place, when Marius the younger, and Norbanus the consul, attacked him with two great armies, without prescribing the order of battle, or arranging his men according to their divisions, by the sway only of one common alacrity and transport of courage, he overthrew the enemy, and shut up Norbanus into the city of Capua, with the loss of seven thousand of his men. And this was the reason, he says, that the soldiers did not leave him and disperse into the different towns, but held fast to him, and despised the enemy, though infinitely more in number.
At the time of transport, Sylla was worried that, as soon as they set foot in Italy, the soldiers would break apart and scatter among the cities. To prevent this, the soldiers voluntarily pledged to stay loyal to him and promised not to harm Italy out of their own goodwill. Then, seeing Sylla in need of funds, they made, in a sense, a voluntary contribution, each giving according to their means. However, Sylla refused to accept their offering, instead praising their willingness and boosting their spirits. He faced, as he himself writes, fifteen enemy generals commanding four hundred and fifty cohorts; but he was also bolstered by clear signs of his upcoming victories. When he was making sacrifices upon his arrival near Tarentum, the liver of the sacrificial animal revealed a shape that looked like a laurel crown with two ribbons hanging from it. Shortly before he got to Campania, near Mount Hephaestus, two majestic goats were seen during the day, fighting each other and mimicking human battle movements. This turned out to be a vision, rising from the ground and dispersing into the air like images in the clouds, ultimately vanishing from sight. Not long after, in that same place, when Marius the Younger and Consul Norbanus attacked him with two large armies, Sylla, without a set battle plan or formation for his troops, relied solely on a shared enthusiasm and surge of courage to defeat the enemy, pushing Norbanus back into the city of Capua, inflicting a loss of seven thousand men. He attributed this to the reason that the soldiers did not abandon him and scatter into various towns, but instead remained loyal and dismissed the enemy, despite being vastly outnumbered.
At Silvium, (as he himself relates it,) there met him a servant of Pontius, in a state of divine possession, saying that he brought him the power of the sword and victory from Bellona, the goddess of war, and if he did not make haste, that the capitol would be burnt, which fell out on the same day the man foretold it, namely, on the sixth day of the month Quintilis, which we now call July.
At Silvium, as he himself recounts, he was approached by a servant of Pontius, who was in a state of divine possession. The servant claimed to bring him the power of the sword and victory from Bellona, the goddess of war, and warned that if he didn't hurry, the Capitol would be burned. This happened on the same day the man predicted it, specifically on the sixth day of the month Quintilis, which we now call July.
At Fidentia, also, Marcus Lucullus, one of Sylla’s commanders, reposed such confidence in the forwardness of the soldiers, as to dare to face fifty cohorts of the enemy, with only sixteen of his own; but because many of them were unarmed, delayed the onset. As he stood thus waiting, and considering with himself, a gentle gale of wind, bearing along with it from the neighboring meadows a quantity of flowers, scattered them down upon the army, on whose shields and helmets they settled, and arranged themselves spontaneously, so as to give the soldiers, in the eyes of the enemy, the appearance of being crowned with chaplets. Upon this, being yet further animated, they joined battle, and victoriously slaying eight thousand men, took the camp. This Lucullus was brother to that Lucullus who in after-times conquered Mithridates and Tigranes.
At Fidentia, Marcus Lucullus, one of Sylla’s commanders, had such confidence in the readiness of his soldiers that he dared to confront fifty enemy cohorts with only sixteen of his own. However, since many of his men were unarmed, he chose to delay the attack. While he was waiting and thinking, a gentle breeze picked up flowers from the nearby meadows and scattered them across the army, settling on their shields and helmets and giving the soldiers the appearance of being crowned with wreaths in the eyes of the enemy. Feeling even more inspired, they engaged in battle, defeating eight thousand men and capturing the camp. This Lucullus was the brother of the Lucullus who later defeated Mithridates and Tigranes.
Sylla, seeing himself still surrounded by so many armies, and such mighty hostile powers, had recourse to art, inviting Scipio, the other consul, to a treaty of peace. The motion was willingly embraced, and several meetings and consultations ensued, in all which Sylla, still interposing matter of delay and new pretences, in the meanwhile debauched Scipio’s men by means of his own, who were as well practiced as the general himself, in all the artifices of inveigling. For entering into the enemy’s quarters and joining in conversation, they gained some by present money, some by promises, others by fair words and persuasions; so that in the end, when Sylla with twenty cohorts drew near, on his men saluting Scipio’s soldiers, they returned the greeting and came over, leaving Scipio behind them in his tent, where he was found all alone and dismissed. And having used his twenty cohorts as decoys to ensnare the forty of the enemy, he led them all back into the camp. On this occasion, Carbo was heard to say, that he had both a fox and a lion in the breast of Sylla to deal with, and was most troubled with the fox.
Sylla, finding himself still surrounded by so many armies and powerful enemies, turned to strategy and invited Scipio, the other consul, to discuss a peace treaty. This proposal was welcomed, leading to several meetings and discussions. Throughout this process, Sylla often delayed and came up with new excuses, while secretly persuading Scipio’s troops with the help of his own men, who were just as skilled in manipulation as he was. They infiltrated the enemy's camp and engaged in conversations, winning over some soldiers with cash, others with promises, and still others with compliments and persuasion. Eventually, when Sylla approached with twenty cohorts, his men greeted Scipio’s soldiers, who responded and defected, leaving Scipio alone in his tent. Sylla then used his twenty cohorts as bait to lure away the enemy's forty, successfully bringing them all back to his camp. On this occasion, Carbo commented that he had to deal with both a fox and a lion in Sylla, but he was most troubled by the fox.
Some time after, at Signia, Marius the younger, with eighty-five cohorts, offered battle to Sylla, who was extremely desirous to have it decided on that very day; for the night before he had seen a vision in his sleep, of Marius the elder, who had been some time dead, advising his son to beware of the following day, as of fatal consequence to him. For this reason, Sylla, longing to come to a battle, sent off for Dolabella, who lay encamped at some distance. But because the enemy had beset and blocked up the passes, his soldiers got tired with skirmishing and marching at once. To these difficulties was added, moreover, tempestuous rainy weather, which distressed them most of all. The principal officers therefore came to Sylla, and besought him to defer the battle that day, showing him how the soldiers lay stretched on the ground, where they had thrown themselves down in their weariness, resting their heads upon their shields to gain some repose. When, with much reluctance, he had yielded, and given order for pitching the camp, they had no sooner begun to cast up the rampart and draw the ditch, but Marius came riding up furiously at the head of his troops, in hopes to scatter them in that disorder and confusion. Here the gods fulfilled Sylla’s dream. For the soldiers, stirred up with anger, left off their work, and sticking their javelins into the bank, with drawn swords and a courageous shout, came to blows with the enemy, who made but small resistance, and lost great numbers in the flight. Marius fled to Praeneste, but finding the gates shut, tied himself round by a rope that was thrown down to him, and was taken up on the walls. Some there are (as Fenestella for one) who affirm that Marius knew nothing of the fight, but, overwatched and spent with hard duty, had reposed himself, when the signal was given, beneath some shade, and was hardly to be awakened at the flight of his men. Sylla, according to his own account, lost only twenty-three men in this fight, having killed of the enemy twenty thousand, and taken alive eight thousand.
Some time later, at Signia, the younger Marius, leading eighty-five cohorts, prepared to engage in battle with Sylla, who was eager to settle the matter that very day. The night before, he had a dream of the late Marius the elder, who warned his son to beware of the next day, as it would have dire consequences for him. Because of this, Sylla, wanting to fight, called for Dolabella, who was camped some distance away. However, the enemy had blocked the passes, exhausting his soldiers with both skirmishing and marching. Additionally, the terrible rainy weather was their biggest challenge. Therefore, the senior officers approached Sylla and pleaded with him to postpone the battle, pointing out how the soldiers lay worn out on the ground, resting their heads on their shields for some sleep. Reluctantly, he agreed and ordered the camp to be set up. However, just as they started to build the rampart and dig the ditch, Marius charged in fiercely at the head of his troops, hoping to throw them into chaos. In that moment, the gods fulfilled Sylla’s dream. Motivated by anger, the soldiers abandoned their work, driving their javelins into the earth, and with swords drawn and a battle cry, they confronted the enemy, who offered little resistance and suffered heavy losses in their retreat. Marius fled to Praeneste, but when he found the gates locked, he tied himself to a rope thrown down to him and was pulled up to the walls. Some, like Fenestella, claim that Marius was unaware of the battle, having exhausted himself and fallen asleep in the shade when the signal was given, and struggled to wake as his men fled. According to Sylla, he only lost twenty-three men in the fight, while inflicting twenty thousand casualties on the enemy and capturing eight thousand alive.
The like success attended his lieutenants, Pompey, Crassus, Metellus, Servilius, who with little or no loss cut off vast numbers of the enemy, insomuch that Carbo, the prime supporter of the cause, fled by night from his charge of the army, and sailed over into Libya.
The same success followed his lieutenants, Pompey, Crassus, Metellus, and Servilius, who, with little to no loss, eliminated a huge number of the enemy. As a result, Carbo, the main supporter of their cause, fled at night from his command of the army and sailed over to Libya.
In the last struggle, however, the Samnite Telesinus, like some champion, whose lot it is to enter last of all into the lists and take up the wearied conqueror, came nigh to have foiled and overthrown Sylla before the gates of Rome. For Telesinus with his second, Lamponius the Lucanian, having collected a large force, had been hastening towards Praeneste, to relieve Marius from the siege; but perceiving Sylla ahead of him, and Pompey behind, both hurrying up against him, straightened thus before and behind, as a valiant and experienced soldier, he arose by night, and marching directly with his whole army, was within a little of making his way unexpectedly into Rome itself. He lay that night before the city, at ten furlongs distance from the Colline gate, elated and full of hope, at having thus out-generalled so many eminent commanders. At break of day, being charged by the noble youth of the city, among many others he overthrew Appius Claudius, renowned for high birth and character. The city, as is easy to imagine, was all in an uproar, the women shrieking and running about, as if it had already been entered forcibly by assault, till at last Balbus, sent forward by Sylla, was seen riding up with seven hundred horse at full speed. Halting only long enough to wipe the sweat from the horses, and then hastily bridling again, he at once attacked the enemy. Presently Sylla himself appeared, and commanding those who were foremost to take immediate refreshment, proceeded to form in order for battle. Dolabella and Torquatus were extremely earnest with him to desist awhile, and not with spent forces to hazard the last hope, having before them in the field, not Carbo or Marius, but two warlike nations bearing immortal hatred to Rome, the Samnites and Lucanians, to grapple with. But he put them by, and commanded the trumpets to sound a charge, when it was now about four o’clock in the afternoon. In the conflict which followed, as sharp a one as ever was, the right wing where Crassus was posted had clearly the advantage; the left suffered and was in distress, when Sylla came to its succor, mounted on a white courser, full of mettle and exceedingly swift, which two of the enemy knowing him by, had their lances ready to throw at him; he himself observed nothing, but his attendant behind him giving the horse a touch, he was, unknown to himself, just so far carried forward, that the points, falling beside the horse’s tail, stuck in the ground. There is a story that he had a small golden image of Apollo from Delphi, which he was always wont in battle to carry about him in his bosom, and that he then kissed it with these words, “O Apollo Pythius, who in so many battles hast raised to honor and greatness the Fortunate Cornelius Sylla, wilt thou now cast him down, bringing him before the gate of his country, to perish shamefully with his fellow-citizens?” Thus, they say, addressing himself to the god, he entreated some of his men, threatened some, and seized others with his hand, till at length the left wing being wholly shattered, he was forced, in the general rout, to betake himself to the camp, having lost many of his friends and acquaintance. Many, likewise, of the city spectators who had come out, were killed or trodden underfoot. So that it was generally believed in the city that all was lost, and the siege of Praeneste was all but raised; many fugitives from the battle making their way thither, and urging Lucretius Ofella, who was appointed to keep on the siege, to rise in all haste, for that Sylla had perished, and Rome fallen into the hands of the enemy.
In the final battle, the Samnite Telesinus, like a champion who comes last into the arena and challenges the weary victor, almost managed to defeat Sylla at the gates of Rome. Telesinus, along with his ally Lamponius the Lucanian, gathered a large force and rushed toward Praeneste to relieve Marius from the siege. However, seeing Sylla in front and Pompey behind, both coming hard at him, he, being a brave and seasoned soldier, took action at night. Marching directly with his entire army, he nearly made a surprise entrance into Rome itself. He camped just ten furlongs from the Colline gate, filled with excitement and hope at having outsmarted such notable commanders. At daybreak, he was charged by the young nobles of the city, and among many others, he took down Appius Claudius, known for his noble birth and reputation. As you can imagine, chaos erupted in the city, with women screaming and running around as if the place had already been violently invaded, until finally Balbus, sent by Sylla, was spotted riding in with seven hundred cavalry at full speed. After a brief moment to wipe the sweat off the horses, he hastily bridled again and charged the enemy. Soon, Sylla himself appeared, ordering those in the front to take a quick rest before preparing for battle. Dolabella and Torquatus urged him to wait, cautioning him not to risk everything with their exhausted forces, especially since they faced two warlike nations, the Samnites and Lucanians, who held a deep-seated hatred for Rome. But he dismissed their concerns and commanded the trumpets to sound the charge around four o'clock in the afternoon. The ensuing battle was fierce. The right wing, where Crassus was positioned, clearly had the advantage, while the left was in trouble until Sylla rushed to help, mounted on a lively and fast white horse. Two enemies, recognizing him, readied their lances to throw at him, but he was oblivious. His attendant gave the horse a nudge, which carried Sylla forward just enough that the enemy’s lance tips fell harmlessly into the ground beside the horse's tail. There's a story that he carried a small golden image of Apollo from Delphi in his breast pocket during battles, and at that moment he kissed it, saying, “O Apollo Pythius, who in so many battles have raised the Fortunate Cornelius Sylla to honor and greatness, will you now let him fall and die shamefully at the gates of his own country with his fellow citizens?” It’s said that he prayed to the god, encouraging some of his men, threatening others, and grabbing some by the hand until the left wing was completely shattered, forcing him to retreat to the camp with significant losses of friends and acquaintances. Many spectators from the city who had come out were either killed or trampled. Consequently, it was widely believed in the city that everything was lost and the siege of Praeneste was nearly over, with many fugitives from the battle heading there and urging Lucretius Ofella, assigned to continue the siege, to act quickly, claiming that Sylla had died and Rome had fallen into enemy hands.
About midnight there came into Sylla’s camp messengers from Crassus, to fetch provision for him and his soldiers; for having vanquished the enemy, they had pursued him to the walls of Antemna, and had sat down there. Sylla, hearing this, and that most of the enemy were destroyed, came to Antemna by break of day, where three thousand of the besieged having sent forth a herald, he promised to receive them to mercy, on condition they did the enemy some mischief in their coming over. Trusting to his word, they fell foul on the rest of their companions, and made a great slaughter one of another. Nevertheless, Sylla gathered together in the circus, as well these as other survivors of the party, to the number of six thousand, and just as he commenced speaking to the senate, in the temple of Bellona, proceeded to cut them down, by men appointed for that service. The cry of so vast a multitude put to the sword, in so narrow a space, was naturally heard some distance, and startled the senators. He, however, continuing his speech with a calm and unconcerned countenance, bade them listen to what he had to say, and not busy themselves with what was doing out of doors; he had given directions for the chastisement of some offenders. This gave the most stupid of the Romans to understand, that they had merely exchanged, not escaped, tyranny. And Marius, being of a naturally harsh temper, had not altered, but merely continued what he had been, in authority; whereas Sylla, using his fortune moderately and unambitiously at first, and giving good hopes of a true patriot, firm to the interests both of the nobility and commonalty, being, moreover, of a gay and cheerful temper from his youth, and so easily moved to pity as to shed tears readily, has, perhaps deservedly, cast a blemish upon offices of great authority, as if they deranged men’s former habits and character, and gave rise to violence, pride, and inhumanity. Whether this be a real change and revolution in the mind, caused by fortune, or rather a lurking viciousness of nature, discovering itself in authority, it were matter of another sort of disquisition to decide.
About midnight, messengers from Crassus arrived at Sylla’s camp to collect supplies for him and his soldiers. After defeating the enemy, they had chased him to the walls of Antemna and made camp there. Sylla, hearing this and that most of the enemy had been destroyed, went to Antemna at dawn. There, three thousand of the besieged sent out a herald, and he agreed to show them mercy if they caused harm to their fellow soldiers on their way over. Trusting his word, they turned on each other, inflicting heavy casualties. Nonetheless, Sylla gathered these and other survivors, totaling six thousand, in the circus. Just as he began to address the senate in the temple of Bellona, his men executed them. The screams of such a large group being killed in a confined space were heard from a distance and startled the senators. However, he continued speaking calmly and urged them to focus on his words and ignore what was happening outside, stating he had ordered punishment for some offenders. This made even the dullest Romans realize that they had merely swapped one form of tyranny for another. Marius, who had a naturally harsh disposition, hadn’t changed; he simply continued his previous authority. In contrast, Sylla initially used his fortune moderately and without ambition, giving hope of being a true patriot who cared for both the nobility and the common people. He was also cheerful by nature and easily moved to pity, shedding tears readily. Perhaps, he has justly tainted the image of high offices, suggesting they distort personal habits and character, leading to violence, pride, and cruelty. Whether this represents a genuine change in mindset due to fortune, or merely an underlying moral failing revealed by power, would require a different kind of discussion to determine.
Sylla being thus wholly bent upon slaughter, and filling the city with executions without number or limit, many wholly uninterested persons falling a sacrifice to private enmity, through his permission and indulgence to his friends, Caius Metellus, one of the younger men, made bold in the senate to ask him what end there was of these evils, and at what point he might be expected to stop? “We do not ask you,” said he, “to pardon any whom you have resolved to destroy, but to free from doubt those whom you are pleased to save.” Sylla answering, that he knew not as yet whom to spare. “Why then,” said he, “tell us whom you will punish.” This Sylla said he would do. These last words, some authors say, were spoken not by Metellus, but by Afidius, one of Sylla’s fawning companions. Immediately upon this, without communicating with any of the magistrates, Sylla proscribed eighty persons, and notwithstanding the general indignation, after one day’s respite, he posted two hundred and twenty more, and on the third again, as many. In an address to the people on this occasion, he told them he had put up as many names as he could think of; those which had escaped his memory, he would publish at a future time. He issued an edict likewise, making death the punishment of humanity, proscribing any who should dare to receive and cherish a proscribed person, without exception to brother, son, or parents. And to him who should slay any one proscribed person, he ordained two talents reward, even were it a slave who had killed his master, or a son his father. And what was thought most unjust of all, he caused the attainder to pass upon their sons, and son’s sons, and made open sale of all their property. Nor did the proscription prevail only at Rome, but throughout all the cities of Italy the effusion of blood was such, that neither sanctuary of the gods, nor hearth of hospitality, nor ancestral home escaped. Men were butchered in the embraces of their wives, children in the arms of their mothers. Those who perished through public animosity, or private enmity, were nothing in comparison of the numbers of those who suffered for their riches. Even the murderers began to say, that “his fine house killed this man, a garden that, a third, his hot baths.” Quintus Aurelius, a quiet, peaceable man, and one who thought all his part in the common calamity consisted in condoling with the misfortunes of others, coming into the forum to read the list, and finding himself among the proscribed, cried out, “Woe is me, my Alban farm has informed against me.” He had not gone far, before he was dispatched by a ruffian, sent on that errand.
Sylla, fully focused on slaughter and filling the city with countless executions, allowed many innocent people to fall victim to personal grudges, thanks to his leniency towards his friends. Caius Metellus, a younger senator, boldly asked him in the senate how much longer these atrocities would continue and when he might stop. “We’re not asking you,” he said, “to spare those you've already decided to kill, but to clarify who you intend to save.” Sylla replied that he didn’t yet know whom he would spare. “Then,” Metellus said, “tell us whom you will punish.” Sylla agreed to do that. Some later claimed that these last words were actually spoken by Afidius, one of Sylla’s sycophants. Immediately after this, without consulting any officials, Sylla proscribed eighty individuals, and despite widespread outrage, after just one day, he added another two hundred twenty names, and again another two hundred twenty on the third day. In a speech to the people on this matter, he stated he had listed as many names as he could remember and would release any forgotten names later. He also issued an edict declaring death as the penalty for anyone who dared to protect a proscribed person, with no exceptions for brothers, sons, or parents. He promised a reward of two talents to anyone who killed a proscribed individual, even if it was a slave killing his master or a son killing his father. What struck many as the most unjust was that he placed the same penalties on the sons and grandsons of the proscribed and openly sold all their possessions. The purge didn't just happen in Rome; the bloodshed spread across all cities in Italy, with no sanctuary, home, or place of hospitality spared. Men were slaughtered in front of their wives, and children in their mothers' arms. Those who died from public or private hatred were nothing compared to those killed for their wealth. Even murderers began to claim, “his nice house caused this man’s death, that garden, and a third, his expensive baths.” Quintus Aurelius, a quiet, peace-loving man who believed his only involvement in the common disaster was to sympathize with others' misfortunes, went to the forum to read the list and realized he was among the proscribed. He cried out, “Woe is me, my Alban farm has turned me in.” He hadn’t gone far before a thug sent for that purpose caught up with him and killed him.
In the meantime, Marius, on the point of being taken, killed himself; and Sylla, coming to Praeneste, at first proceeded judicially against each particular person, till at last, finding it a work of too much time, he cooped them up together in one place, to the number of twelve thousand men, and gave order for the execution of them all, his own host alone excepted. But he, brave man, telling him he could not accept the obligation of life from the hands of one who had been the ruin of his country, went in among the rest, and submitted willingly to the stroke. What Lucius Catilina did was thought to exceed all other acts. For having, before matters came to an issue, made away with his brother, he besought Sylla to place him in the list of proscription, as though he had been alive, which was done; and Catiline, to return the kind office, assassinated a certain Marcus Marius, one of the adverse party, and brought the head to Sylla, as he was sitting in the forum, and then going to the holy water of Apollo, which was nigh, washed his hands.
In the meantime, Marius, about to be captured, took his own life; and Sylla, arriving in Praeneste, initially took legal action against each individual. Eventually, realizing it was too time-consuming, he gathered them all together in one place, numbering twelve thousand men, and ordered their execution, sparing only his own troops. However, one brave man, telling Sylla he couldn’t accept life from someone who had destroyed his country, joined the others and willingly accepted death. What Lucius Catilina did was considered to be the worst of all. Before events reached a head, he killed his brother and asked Sylla to include him on the list of people to be executed, as if he were still alive, which was granted. To repay this favor, Catiline assassinated a Marcus Marius, a member of the opposing party, and brought the head to Sylla while he was sitting in the forum, then went to the nearby sacred water of Apollo to wash his hands.
There were other things, besides this bloodshed, which gave offense. For Sylla had declared himself dictator, an office which had then been laid aside for the space of one hundred and twenty years. There was, likewise, an act of grace passed on his behalf, granting indemnity for what was passed, and for the future entrusting him with the power of life and death, confiscation, division of lands, erecting and demolishing of cities, taking away of kingdoms, and bestowing them at pleasure. He conducted the sale of confiscated property after such an arbitrary, imperious way, from the tribunal, that his gifts excited greater odium even than his usurpations; women, mimes, and musicians, and the lowest of the freed slaves had presents made them of the territories of nations, and the revenues of cities; and women of rank were married against their will to some of them. Wishing to insure the fidelity of Pompey the Great, by a nearer tie of blood, he bade him divorce his present wife, and forcing Aemilia, the daughter of Scaurus and Metella, his own wife, to leave her husband, Manius Glabrio, he bestowed her, though then with child, on Pompey, and she died in childbirth at his house.
There were other issues, besides the bloodshed, that caused outrage. Sylla had called himself dictator, a position that had been set aside for one hundred and twenty years. Additionally, there was a law passed on his behalf that granted him immunity for past actions and gave him the authority over life and death, seizing property, redistributing land, building and destroying cities, taking kingdoms away, and giving them out as he pleased. He managed the sale of confiscated property in such an arbitrary and domineering manner from his tribunal that his gifts generated more resentment than his power grab; women, performers, musicians, and even the lowest freed slaves received land and city revenues, while noble women were forced into marriage with some of them against their will. To ensure Pompey the Great's loyalty through a closer family connection, he ordered him to divorce his current wife and, by forcing Aemilia, the daughter of Scaurus and Metella, to abandon her husband, Manius Glabrio, he gave her to Pompey, even though she was pregnant, and she died giving birth at his home.
When Lucretius Ofella, the same who reduced Marius by siege, offered himself for the consulship, he first forbade him; then, seeing he could not restrain him, on his coming down into the forum with a numerous train of followers, he sent one of the centurions who were immediately about him, and slew him, himself sitting on the tribunal in the temple of Castor, and beholding the murder from above. The citizens apprehending the centurion, and dragging him to the tribunal, he bade them cease their clamoring and let the centurion go, for he had commanded it.
When Lucretius Ofella, the same guy who took down Marius by siege, put himself forward for the consulship, he initially tried to stop him. Then, realizing he couldn't hold him back, when he came down to the forum with a large group of supporters, he sent one of the nearby centurions to kill him while he sat on the tribunal in the temple of Castor, watching the murder from above. The citizens caught the centurion and dragged him to the tribunal, but he told them to stop their yelling and let the centurion go, because he had ordered it.
His triumph was, in itself, exceedingly splendid, and distinguished by the rarity and magnificence of the royal spoils; but its yet greatest glory was the noble spectacle of the exiles. For in the rear followed the most eminent and most potent of the citizens, crowned with garlands, and calling Sylla savior and father, by whose means they were restored to their own country, and again enjoyed their wives and children. When the solemnity was over, and the time come to render an account of his actions, addressing the public assembly, he was as profuse in enumerating the lucky chances of war, as any of his own military merits. And, finally, from this felicity, he requested to receive the surname of Felix. In writing and transacting business with the Greeks, he styled himself Epaphroditus, and on his trophies which are still extant with us, the name is given Lucius Cornelius Sylla Epaphroditus. Moreover, when his wife had brought him forth twins, he named the male Faustus, and the female Fausta, the Roman words for what is auspicious and of happy omen. The confidence which he reposed in his good genius, rather than in any abilities of his own, emboldened him, though deeply involved in bloodshed, and though he had been the author of such great changes and revolutions of State, to lay down his authority, and place the right of consular elections once more in the hands of the people. And when they were held, he not only declined to seek that office, but in the forum exposed his person publicly to the people, walking up and down as a private man. And contrary to his will, certain bold man and his enemy, Marcus Lepidus, was expected to become consul, not so much by his own interest, as by the power and solicitation of Pompey, whom the people were willing to oblige. When the business was over, seeing Pompey going home overjoyed with the success, he called him to him and said, “What a politic act, young man, to pass by Catulus, the best of men, and choose Lepidus, the worst! It will be well for you to be vigilant, now that you have strengthened your opponent against yourself.” Sylla spoke this, it may seem, by a prophetic instinct, for, not long after, Lepidus grew insolent, and broke into open hostility to Pompey and his friends.
His achievement was incredibly impressive, marked by the rarity and grandeur of the royal spoils; but its greatest honor was the sight of the exiles. Behind him marched the most prominent and powerful citizens, adorned with garlands, calling Sulla their savior and father, thanks to whom they were restored to their homeland and could once again be with their wives and children. Once the celebration was over and it was time to account for his actions, he addressed the public assembly, highlighting the fortunate turns of war as much as his own military accomplishments. Ultimately, from this good fortune, he requested the nickname Felix. When writing and conducting business with the Greeks, he referred to himself as Epaphroditus, and on the trophies that still exist today, he is named Lucius Cornelius Sulla Epaphroditus. Moreover, when his wife gave birth to twins, he named the boy Faustus and the girl Fausta, the Roman words for auspicious and lucky. His confidence in his good fortune, rather than in his own skills, gave him the courage, despite being deeply involved in bloodshed and having caused such significant changes and upheavals in the state, to relinquish his power and return the right of consular elections to the people. When the elections took place, he not only chose not to run for that office, but also publicly walked around the forum as a private citizen. Contrary to his wishes, a bold man and his enemy, Marcus Lepidus, was expected to become consul, not so much due to his own support as because of Pompey's influence, whom the people were eager to please. After everything settled, seeing Pompey go home thrilled with the outcome, he called him over and said, “What a clever move, young man, to overlook Catulus, the best of men, and choose Lepidus, the worst! It will serve you well to be cautious now that you've empowered your opponent against yourself.” Sulla might have said this with a sense of foresight, because shortly after, Lepidus became arrogant and openly turned hostile towards Pompey and his allies.
Sylla, consecrating the tenth of his whole substance to Hercules, entertained the people with sumptuous feastings. The provision was so much above what was necessary, that they were forced daily to throw great quantities of meat into the river, and they drank wine forty years old and upwards. In the midst of the banqueting, which lasted many days, Metella died of disease. And because that the priest forbade him to visit the sick, or suffer his house to be polluted with mourning, he drew up an act of divorce, and caused her to be removed into another house whilst alive. Thus far, out of religious apprehension, he observed the strict rule to the very letter, but in the funeral expenses he transgressed the law he himself had made, limiting the amount, and spared no cost. He transgressed, likewise, his own sumptuary laws respecting expenditure in banquets, thinking to allay his grief by luxurious drinking parties and revelings with common buffoons.
Sylla, dedicating ten percent of his total wealth to Hercules, treated the people to extravagant feasts. The food was so excessive that they had to throw large amounts of meat into the river every day, and they drank wine that was over forty years old. During the days of celebration, which lasted many days, Metella died from an illness. Since the priest forbade him from visiting the sick or allowing mourning in his house, he quickly filed for divorce and had her moved to another house while she was still alive. He strictly followed this religious rule to the letter, but when it came to her funeral expenses, he broke the law he had made regarding spending limits and spared no expense. He also ignored his own rules about spending on banquets, trying to ease his sorrow through lavish drinking parties and wild celebrations with entertainers.
Some few months after, at a show of gladiators, when men and women sat promiscuously in the theater, no distinct places being as yet appointed, there sat down by Sylla a beautiful woman of high birth, by name Valeria, daughter of Messala, and sister to Hortensius the orator. Now it happened that she had been lately divorced from her husband. Passing along behind Sylla, she leaned on him with her hand, and plucking a bit of wool from his garment, so proceeded to her seat. And on Sylla looking up and wondering what it meant, “What harm, mighty Sir,” said she, “if I also was desirous to partake a little in your felicity?” It appeared at once that Sylla was not displeased, but even tickled in his fancy, for he sent out to inquire her name, her birth, and past life. From this time there passed between them many side glances, each continually turning round to look at the other, and frequently interchanging smiles. In the end, overtures were made, and a marriage concluded on. All which was innocent, perhaps, on the lady’s side, but, though she had been never so modest and virtuous, it was scarcely a temperate and worthy occasion of marriage on the part of Sylla, to take fire, as a boy might, at a face and a bold look, incentives not seldom to the most disorderly and shameless passions.
A few months later, at a gladiator show where men and women sat together in the theater without assigned seats, a beautiful woman of noble birth named Valeria, the daughter of Messala and sister to the orator Hortensius, sat down next to Sylla. She had recently divorced her husband. As she walked past Sylla, she leaned on him with her hand and plucked a bit of wool from his garment before taking her seat. When Sylla looked up, puzzled by her actions, she said, “What’s the harm, mighty Sir, if I wanted to share a little of your happiness?” It was clear that Sylla was not displeased; in fact, he seemed intrigued, as he sent someone to find out her name, lineage, and background. From that point on, they exchanged many glances, both frequently turning to look at each other and sharing smiles. Eventually, advances were made, and a marriage was arranged. While the lady's intentions may have been innocent, even if she was modest and virtuous, it was hardly a respectable or prudent reason for Sylla to become infatuated, like a young man tempted by a pretty face and a bold look—often triggers for the most reckless and shameless desires.
Notwithstanding this marriage, he kept company with actresses, musicians, and dancers, drinking with them on couches night and day. His chief favorites were Roscius the comedian, Sorex the arch mime, and Metrobius the player, for whom, though past his prime, he still professed a passionate fondness. By these courses he encouraged a disease which had begun from some unimportant cause; and for a long time he failed to observe that his bowels were ulcerated, till at length the corrupted flesh broke out into lice. Many, were employed day and night in destroying them, but the work so multiplied under their hands, that not only his clothes, baths, basins, but his very meat was polluted with that flux and contagion, they came swarming out in such numbers. He went frequently by day into the bath to scour and cleanse his body, but all in vain; the evil generated too rapidly and too abundantly for any ablutions to overcome it. There died of this disease, amongst those of the most ancient times, Acastus, the son of Pelias; of later date, Alcman the poet, Pherecydes the theologian, Callisthenes the Olynthian, in the time of his imprisonment, as also Mucius the lawyer; and if we may mention ignoble, but notorious names, Eunus the fugitive, who stirred up the slaves of Sicily to rebel against their masters, after he was brought captive to Rome, died of this creeping sickness.
Despite this marriage, he spent time with actresses, musicians, and dancers, hanging out with them on couches day and night. His main favorites were Roscius the comedian, Sorex the top mime, and Metrobius the actor, for whom, even though he was past his prime, he still claimed to have a passionate fondness. Through these activities, he encouraged a sickness that had started from some minor issue; and for a long time, he didn’t realize that his intestines were ulcerated, until eventually the infected flesh resulted in lice. Many people were hired day and night to get rid of them, but the problem grew so quickly that not only his clothes and baths, but even his food became contaminated with that infection, as they swarmed out in such large numbers. He often went to the bath during the day to scrub and clean his body, but it was all in vain; the problem developed too quickly and too abundantly for any washing to fix it. Among those from ancient times who died from this disease were Acastus, the son of Pelias; later, Alcman the poet, Pherecydes the theologian, Callisthenes the Olynthian during his imprisonment, and Mucius the lawyer. If we mention infamous but well-known names, Eunus the runaway, who incited the slaves of Sicily to rebel against their masters, died of this creeping illness after being captured and brought to Rome.
Sylla not only foresaw his end, but may be also said to have written of it. For in the two and twentieth book of his Memoirs, which he finished two days before his death, he writes that the Chaldeans foretold him, that after he had led a life of honor, he should conclude it in fullness of prosperity. He declares, moreover, that in vision he had seen his son, who had died not long before Metella, stand by in mourning attire, and beseech his father to cast off further care, and come along with him to his mother Metella, there to live at ease and quietness with her. However, he could not refrain from intermeddling in public affairs. For, ten days before his decease, he composed the differences of the people of Dicaearchia, and prescribed laws for their better government. And the very day before his end, it being told him that the magistrate Granius deferred the payment of a public debt, in expectation of his death, he sent for him to his house, and placing his attendants about him, caused him to be strangled; but through the straining of his voice and body, the imposthume breaking, he lost a great quantity of blood. Upon this, his strength failing him, after spending a troublesome night, he died, leaving behind him two young children by Metella. Valeria was afterwards delivered of a daughter, named Posthuma; for so the Romans call those who are born after the father’s death.
Sylla not only predicted his own death, but he also wrote about it. In the twenty-second book of his Memoirs, which he finished just two days before he died, he mentioned that the Chaldeans had told him that after living a life of honor, he would end it in prosperity. He also stated that in a vision he saw his son, who had passed away shortly before Metella, standing by in mourning clothes, asking his father to stop worrying and come with him to join his mother Metella, where they could live peacefully and comfortably together. However, he couldn't help getting involved in public matters. Just ten days before he died, he settled disputes among the people of Dicaearchia and set laws for better governance. The day before he died, he was informed that the magistrate Granius was delaying a public debt payment, anticipating Sylla's death, so he summoned Granius to his home and had him strangled. However, in the struggle, he strained his voice and body, causing an abscess to burst, leading to a significant loss of blood. As a result, his strength gave out, and after a troubling night, he died, leaving behind two young children with Metella. Valeria later gave birth to a daughter named Posthuma, as the Romans call those born after their father’s death.
Many ran tumultuously together, and joined with Lepidus, to deprive the corpse of the accustomed solemnities; but Pompey, though offended at Sylla, (for he alone of all his friends, was not mentioned in his will,) having kept off some by his interest and entreaty, others by menaces, conveyed the body to Rome, and gave it a secure and honorable burial. It is said that the Roman ladies contributed such vast heaps of spices, that besides what was carried on two hundred and ten litters, there was sufficient to form a large figure of Sylla himself, and another, representing a lictor, out of the costly frankincense and cinnamon. The day being cloudy in the morning, they deferred carrying forth the corpse till about three in the afternoon, expecting it would rain. But a strong wind blowing full upon the funeral pile, and setting it all in a bright flame, the body was consumed so exactly in good time, that the pyre had begun to smolder, and the fire was upon the point of expiring, when a violent rain came down, which continued till night. So that his good fortune was firm even to the last, and did as it were officiate at his funeral. His monument stands in the Campus Martius, with an epitaph of his own writing; the substance of it being, that he had not been outdone by any of his friends in doing good turns, nor by any of his foes in doing bad.
Many rushed together and teamed up with Lepidus to deny the body its traditional honors; but Pompey, who was upset with Sylla—since he was the only one of his friends not mentioned in the will—managed to keep some people away with his influence and pleas, while deterring others with threats. He brought the body to Rome and gave it a safe and honorable burial. It’s said that the Roman women contributed such enormous amounts of spices that, in addition to what was carried on two hundred and ten litters, there was enough to create a large figure of Sylla himself, along with another depicting a lictor, made from expensive frankincense and cinnamon. The day started off cloudy, so they postponed the funeral until around three in the afternoon, hoping it would rain. But a strong wind blew directly onto the funeral pyre, igniting it into a bright flame, and the body was burned precisely when the fire had begun to die down, just before a heavy rain started, which lasted until night. His good fortune remained strong even to the end, as if it were serving at his funeral. His monument stands in the Campus Martius, featuring an epitaph he wrote himself; the gist being that he had not been surpassed by any of his friends in doing good deeds, nor by any of his enemies in doing bad ones.
COMPARISON OF LYSANDER WITH SYLLA
Having completed this Life also, come we now to the comparison. That which was common to them both, was that they were founders of their own greatness, with this difference, that Lysander had the consent of his fellow-citizens, in times of sober judgment, for the honors he received; nor did he force anything from them against their good-will, nor hold any power contrary to the laws.
Having finished this life as well, let's move on to the comparison. What they both had in common was that they were the architects of their own greatness, with one key difference: Lysander had the support of his fellow citizens during times of clear-minded judgment for the honors he received; he didn't take anything from them against their will, nor did he hold any power in defiance of the law.
In civil strife e’en villains rise to fame.
In times of civil conflict, even villains can become famous.
And so then at Rome, when the people were distempered, and the government out of order, one or other was still raised to despotic power; no wonder, then, if Sylla reigned, when the Glauciae and Saturnini drove out the Metelli, when sons of consuls were slain in the assemblies, when silver and gold purchased men and arms, and fire and sword enacted new laws, and put down lawful opposition. Nor do I blame anyone, in such circumstances, for working himself into supreme power, only I would not have it thought a sign of great goodness, to be head of a State so wretchedly discomposed. Lysander, being employed in the greatest commands and affairs of State, by a sober and well-governed city, may be said to have had repute as the best and most virtuous man, in the best and most virtuous commonwealth. And thus, often returning the government into the hands of the citizens, he received it again as often, the superiority of his merit still awarding him the first place. Sylla, on the other hand, when he had once made himself general of an army, kept his command for ten years together, creating himself sometimes consul, sometimes proconsul, and sometimes dictator, but always remaining a tyrant.
And so, in Rome, when the people were restless and the government was out of order, someone was always rising to absolute power; it’s no surprise then that Sylla took control when the Glauciae and Saturnini drove out the Metelli, when sons of consuls were killed in the assemblies, when money bought men and weapons, and when violence made new laws and silenced legal opposition. I don't blame anyone for seeking supreme power in such circumstances, but I wouldn’t consider it a sign of great virtue to lead a state so disastrously disorganized. Lysander, serving in major commands and state affairs, in a sober and well-governed city, earned a reputation as the best and most virtuous man in the best and most virtuous commonwealth. Thus, frequently returning the government to the citizens, he took it back each time, his merit continually earning him the top position. Sylla, on the other hand, once he became general of an army, held his command for ten straight years, declaring himself consul at times, proconsul at times, and dictator at times, but always remaining a tyrant.
It is true Lysander, as was said, designed to introduce a new form of government; by milder methods, however, and more agreeably to law than Sylla, not by force of arms, but persuasion, nor by subverting the whole State at once, but simply by amending the succession of the kings; in a way, moreover, which seemed the naturally just one, that the most deserving should rule, especially in a city which itself exercised command in Greece, upon account of virtue, not nobility. For as the hunter considers the whelp itself, not the bitch, and the horse-dealer the foal, not the mare, (for what if the foal should prove a mule?) so likewise were that politician extremely out, who, in the choice of a chief magistrate, should inquire, not what the man is, but how descended. The very Spartans themselves have deposed several of their kings for want of kingly virtues, as degenerated and good for nothing. As a vicious nature, though of an ancient stock, is dishonorable, it must be virtue itself, and not birth, that makes virtue honorable. Furthermore, the one committed his acts of injustice for the sake of his friends; the other extended his to his friends themselves. It is confessed on all hands, that Lysander offended most commonly for the sake of his companions, committing several slaughters to uphold their power and dominion; but as for Sylla, he, out of envy, reduced Pompey’s command by land, and Dolabella’s by sea, although he himself had given them those places; and ordered Lucretius Ofella, who sued for the consulship as the reward of many great services, to be slain before his eyes, exciting horror and alarm in the minds of all men, by his cruelty to his dearest friends.
It's true that Lysander intended to establish a new government, but he aimed to do so through gentler methods and in a way that was more lawful than Sulla. He relied on persuasion rather than military force and sought to improve the succession of kings rather than completely overthrow the state. His approach seemed naturally fair, as it suggested that the most capable individuals should lead, especially in a city known for its virtues rather than its noble lineage. Just like a hunter focuses on the quality of the pup, not the mother, and a horse dealer evaluates the foal, not the mare (after all, the foal could turn out to be a mule), a politician would be misguided to prioritize lineage over a person's character when choosing a chief magistrate. Even the Spartans have removed several kings for lacking the qualities of good leadership, considering them unworthy. An honorable character must come from virtue, not pedigree. Moreover, one committed injustices for his friends' sake, while the other extended his injustices to his own friends. It's widely acknowledged that Lysander often acted unjustly to support his companions, committing numerous atrocities to maintain their power. In contrast, Sulla, driven by jealousy, stripped Pompey of his command on land and Dolabella of his command at sea, despite having initially granted them those positions; he even ordered the execution of Lucretius Ofella, who sought the consulship as a reward for his significant services, witnessing the horror and fear his cruelty instilled in everyone.
As regards the pursuit of riches and pleasures, we yet further discover in one a princely, in the other a tyrannical disposition. Lysander did nothing that was intemperate or licentious, in that full command of means and opportunity, but kept clear, as much as ever man did, of that trite saying,
As for the pursuit of wealth and pleasure, we find one person with a noble attitude and another with a tyrannical one. Lysander didn't act recklessly or immorally, even with plenty of resources and chances at his disposal, but he avoided, more than anyone else, that well-worn saying,
Lions at home, but foxes out of doors;
Lions at home, but foxes outside;
and ever maintained a sober, truly Spartan, and well disciplined course of conduct. Whereas Sylla could never moderate his unruly affections, either by poverty when young, or by years when grown old, but would be still prescribing laws to the citizens concerning chastity and sobriety, himself living all that time, as Sallust affirms, in lewdness and adultery. By these ways he so impoverished and drained the city of her treasures, as to be forced to sell privileges and immunities to allied and friendly cities for money, although he daily gave up the wealthiest and greatest families to public sale and confiscation. There was no end of his favors vainly spent and thrown away on flatterers; for what hope could there be, or what likelihood of forethought or economy, in his more private moments over wine, when, in the open face of the people, upon the auction of a large estate, which he would have passed over to one of his friends at a small price, because another bid higher, and the officer announced the advance, he broke out into a passion, saying, “What a strange and unjust thing is this, O citizens, that I cannot dispose of my own booty as I please!” But Lysander, on the contrary, with the rest of the spoil, sent home for public use even the presents which were made him. Nor do I commend him for it, for he perhaps, by excessive liberality, did Sparta more harm, than ever the other did Rome by rapine; I only use it as an argument of his indifference to riches. They exercised a strange influence on their respective cities. Sylla, a profuse debauchee, endeavored to restore sober living amongst the citizens; Lysander, temperate himself, filled Sparta with the luxury he disregarded. So that both were blameworthy, the one for raising himself above his own laws, the other for causing his fellow citizens to fall beneath his own example. He taught Sparta to want the very things which he himself had learned to do without. And thus much of their civil administration.
and always maintained a sober, truly disciplined way of living. In contrast, Sylla could never control his wild desires, whether due to poverty in his youth or old age, yet he insisted on enforcing laws on the citizens regarding chastity and sobriety, while, as Sallust claims, he lived in debauchery and infidelity the entire time. Through these actions, he drained the city of its wealth, to the point where he had to sell privileges and protections to allied and friendly cities for money, even as he continuously auctioned off the wealthiest and most prominent families’ properties. There seemed to be no end to his favors wasted on flatterers; what hope could there be for care or economy in his private moments over wine, when he openly expressed outrage at a public auction for a large estate? He would have given it to one of his friends at a low price, but when someone else bid higher, he erupted, saying, “What a strange and unjust thing this is, citizens, that I can’t give away my own belongings as I wish!” In contrast, Lysander, with the other spoils, sent home even the gifts made to him for public use. I’m not praising him for it, since he might have harmed Sparta more through excessive generosity than Sylla harmed Rome through his greed; I only mention it as an example of his indifference to wealth. They had a peculiar impact on their respective cities. Sylla, a reckless spendthrift, tried to promote sober living among the citizens, while Lysander, being self-disciplined, filled Sparta with the luxuries he dismissed. Thus, both were at fault: one by elevating himself above his own laws and the other by leading his fellow citizens to fall below his own standards. He taught Sparta to crave the very things he had learned to live without. This summarizes their civil governance.
As for feats of arms, wise conduct in war, innumerable victories, perilous adventures, Sylla was beyond compare. Lysander, indeed, came off twice victorious in two battles by sea; I shall add to that the siege of Athens, a work of greater fame, than difficulty. What occurred in Boeotia, and at Haliartus, was the result, perhaps, of ill fortune; yet it certainly looks like ill counsel, not to wait for the king’s forces, which had all but arrived from Plataea, but out of ambition and eagerness to fight, to approach the walls at disadvantage, and so to be cut off by a sally of inconsiderable men. He received his death-wound, not as Cleombrotus at Leuctra, resisting manfully the assault of an enemy in the field; not as Cyrus or Epaminondas, sustaining the declining battle, or making sure the victory; all these died the death of kings and generals; but he, as it had been some common skirmisher or scout, cast away his life ingloriously, giving testimony to the wisdom of the ancient Spartan maxim, to avoid attacks on walled cities, in which the stoutest warrior may chance to fall by the hand, not only of a man utterly his inferior, but by that of a boy or woman, as Achilles, they say, was slain by Paris in the gates. As for Sylla, it were hard to reckon up how many set battles he won, or how many thousands he slew; he took Rome itself twice, as also the Athenian Piraeus, not by famine, as Lysander did, but by a series of great battles, driving Archelaus into the sea. And what is most important, there was a vast difference between the commanders they had to deal with. For I look upon it as an easy task, or rather sport, to beat Antiochus, Alcibiades’s pilot, or to circumvent Philocles, the Athenian demagogue,
When it comes to military achievements, smart strategies in warfare, countless victories, and daring adventures, Sylla stands unmatched. Lysander, of course, won two battles at sea, and I should also mention the siege of Athens, which is more famous than it was difficult. What happened in Boeotia and at Haliartus might have been due to bad luck, but it seems more like poor judgment—not waiting for the king’s forces, which were almost there from Plataea, and instead out of ambition and eagerness to fight, approaching the walls at a disadvantage and getting cut off by a small group of unremarkable soldiers. He received his fatal wound, not like Cleombrotus at Leuctra, bravely resisting a direct assault from the enemy; nor like Cyrus or Epaminondas, who fought to hold their ground or secure victory; all of these leaders died the deaths of kings and generals. But he, as if he were just a foot soldier or scout, lost his life in a disgraceful manner, reinforcing the old Spartan saying to avoid attacking fortified cities, where even the strongest warrior might fall to someone far beneath them, even to a boy or a woman, as they say Achilles was killed by Paris at the gates. As for Sylla, it’s hard to count how many key battles he won or how many thousands he killed; he captured Rome itself twice, as well as the Athenian Piraeus, not through starvation like Lysander did, but through a series of major battles that drove Archelaus into the sea. And what’s crucial is the significant difference in the commanders they faced. I think it’s pretty easy, or rather a game, to defeat Antiochus, Alcibiades’s pilot, or to outsmart Philocles, the Athenian demagogue.
Sharp only at the inglorious point of tongue,
Sharp only at the unremarkable tip of the tongue,
whom Mithridates would have scorned to compare with his groom, or Marius with his lictor. But of the potentates, consuls, commanders, and demagogues, to pass by all the rest who opposed themselves to Sylla, who amongst the Romans so formidable as Marius? what king more powerful than Mithridates? who of the Italians more warlike than Lamponius and Telesinus? yet of these, one he drove into banishment, one he quelled, and the others he slew.
whom Mithridates would have looked down on compared to his groom, or Marius with his lictor. But among the powerful leaders, consuls, commanders, and demagogues, ignoring all the others who stood against Sulla, who among the Romans was as intimidating as Marius? What king was more powerful than Mithridates? Who among the Italians was more warlike than Lamponius and Telesinus? Yet, he exiled one, defeated another, and killed the others.
And what is more important, in my judgment, than anything yet adduced, is that Lysander had the assistance of the State in all his achievements; whereas Sylla, besides that he was a banished person, and overpowered by a faction, at a time when his wife was driven from home, his houses demolished, and adherents slain, himself then in Boeotia, stood embattled against countless numbers of the public enemy, and endangering himself for the sake of his country, raised a trophy of victory; and not even when Mithridates came with proposals of alliance and aid against his enemies, would he show any sort of compliance, or even clemency; did not so much as address him, or vouchsafe him his hand, until he had it from the king’s own mouth, that he was willing to quit Asia, surrender the navy, and restore Bithynia and Cappadocia to the two kings. Than which action, Sylla never performed a braver, or with a nobler spirit, when, preferring the public good to the private, and like good hounds, where he had once fixed, never letting go his hold, till the enemy yielded, then, and not until then, he set himself to revenge his own private quarrels. We may perhaps let ourselves be influenced, moreover, in our comparison of their characters, by considering their treatment of Athens. Sylla, when he had made himself master of the city, which then upheld the dominion and power of Mithridates in opposition to him, restored her to liberty and the free exercise of her own laws; Lysander, on the contrary, when she had fallen from a vast height of dignity and rule, showed her no compassion, but abolishing her democratic government, imposed on her the most cruel and lawless tyrants. We are now qualified to consider, whether we should go far from the truth or no, in pronouncing that Sylla performed the more glorious deeds, but Lysander committed the fewer faults, as, likewise, by giving to one the preeminence for moderation and self-control, to the other, for conduct and valor.
What’s even more important, in my opinion, than anything else that's been mentioned, is that Lysander had the support of the State in all his accomplishments; whereas Sylla, besides being in exile and overwhelmed by a faction, faced a time when his wife was forced out of their home, his houses were torn down, and his supporters killed. At that time, while he was in Boeotia, he stood strong against countless enemies of the state, risking his own safety for the sake of his country, and erected a trophy of victory. Even when Mithridates came with offers of alliance and support against his enemies, Sylla didn’t show any compliance or mercy; he didn’t even speak to him or extend his hand until he heard from the king himself that he was willing to leave Asia, give up his navy, and return Bithynia and Cappadocia to the two kings. This was the bravest act Sylla ever performed, done with a noble spirit, as he prioritized the public good over personal matters, holding his ground like a determined hound until the enemy surrendered. Only then did he focus on avenging his own grievances. We might also let their treatment of Athens influence our judgment of their characters. Sylla, after taking control of the city that supported Mithridates against him, restored its freedom and allowed it to follow its own laws; on the other hand, Lysander, after she had fallen from a position of great power and prestige, showed her no mercy, abolishing her democratic government and imposing cruel and lawless tyrants. Now we can consider whether it's fair to say that Sylla achieved the more glorious deeds, while Lysander made fewer mistakes, with one deserving recognition for moderation and self-control, and the other for leadership and bravery.
CIMON
Peripoltas, the prophet, having brought the king Opheltas, and those under his command, from Thessaly into Boeotia, left there a family, which flourished a long time after; the greatest part of them inhabiting Chaeronea, the first city out of which they expelled the barbarians. The descendants of this race, being men of bold attempts and warlike habits, exposed themselves to so many dangers, in the invasions of the Mede, and in battles against the Gauls, that at last they were almost wholly consumed.
Peripoltas, the prophet, brought King Opheltas and his followers from Thessaly into Boeotia, where he established a family that thrived for many years. Most of them lived in Chaeronea, the first city from which they drove out the barbarians. The descendants of this family, known for their daring efforts and warrior lifestyles, faced numerous dangers during the invasions of the Medes and battles against the Gauls, until they were nearly wiped out.
There was left one orphan of this house, called Damon, surnamed Peripoltas, in beauty and greatness of spirit surpassing all of his age, but rude and undisciplined in temper. A Roman captain of a company that wintered in Chaeronea became passionately fond of this youth, who was now pretty nearly grown a man. And finding all his approaches, his gifts, and his entreaties alike repulsed, he showed violent inclinations to assault Damon. Our native Chaeronea was then in a distressed condition, too small and too poor to meet with anything but neglect. Damon, being sensible of this, and looking upon himself as injured already, resolved to inflict punishment. Accordingly, he and sixteen of his companions conspired against the captain; but that the design might be managed without any danger of being discovered, they all daubed their faces at night with soot. Thus disguised and inflamed with wine, they set upon him by break of day, as he was sacrificing in the marketplace; and having killed him, and several others that were with him, they fled out of the city, which was extremely alarmed and troubled at the murder. The council assembled immediately, and pronounced sentence of death against Damon and his accomplices. This they did to justify the city to the Romans. But that evening, as the magistrates were at supper together, according to the custom, Damon and his confederates breaking into the hall, killed them, and then again fled out of the town. About this time, Lucius Lucullus chanced to be passing that way with a body of troops, upon some expedition, and this disaster having but recently happened, he stayed to examine the matter. Upon inquiry, he found the city was in nowise faulty, but rather that they themselves had suffered; therefore he drew out the soldiers, and carried them away with him. Yet Damon continuing to ravage the country all about, the citizens, by messages and decrees, in appearance favorable, enticed him into the city, and upon his return, made him Gymnasiarch; but afterwards as he was anointing himself in the vapor baths, they set upon him and killed him. For a long while after apparitions continuing to be seen, and groans to be heard in that place, so our fathers have told us, they ordered the gates of the baths to be built up; and even to this day those who live in the neighborhood believe that they sometimes see specters, and hear alarming sounds. The posterity of Damon, of whom some still remain, mostly in Phocis, near the town of Stiris, are called Asbolomeni, that is, in the Aeolian idiom, men daubed with soot; because Damon was thus besmeared when he committed this murder.
One orphan remained in this house, named Damon, known as Peripoltas, who was more beautiful and spirited than anyone his age, but he was rough and ill-mannered. A Roman captain of a company stationed in Chaeronea became infatuated with this young man, who was now nearly a man himself. After discovering that all his advances, gifts, and pleas were rejected, the captain became violently inclined to attack Damon. At that time, our hometown Chaeronea was in a difficult state, too small and too poor to receive any attention. Damon, feeling wronged, decided to take action. He and sixteen of his friends plotted against the captain; to avoid detection, they all covered their faces with soot at night. Disguised and fueled by wine, they ambushed him at dawn while he was sacrificing in the marketplace; after killing him and several others with him, they fled the city, which was deeply alarmed and upset by the murders. The council quickly gathered and sentenced Damon and his accomplices to death to appease the Romans. But that evening, while the magistrates were having dinner together, Damon and his allies burst into the hall, killed them, and fled the town again. Around this time, Lucius Lucullus happened to pass through with a group of troops on a mission, and since this disaster had just occurred, he stopped to investigate. Upon inquiry, he discovered that the city was not at fault but had actually suffered, so he took his soldiers and left. However, Damon continued to cause chaos throughout the area, and the citizens, with seemingly favorable messages and decrees, lured him into the city. Upon his return, they made him Gymnasiarch, but later, as he was bathing and anointing himself, they attacked and killed him. For a long time after, people claimed to see apparitions and hear groans in that area; as our ancestors told us, they decided to seal off the bathhouse doors. Even today, those living nearby believe they sometimes see ghosts and hear unsettling sounds. Damon's descendants, some of whom still live, mostly in Phocis near the town of Stiris, are called Asbolomeni, which means "men covered in soot" in the Aeolian dialect, because Damon was smeared with soot when he committed this murder.
But there being a quarrel between the people of Chaeronea and the Orchomenians, their neighbors, these latter hired an informer, a Roman, to accuse the community of Chaeronea, as if it had been a single person, of the murder of the Romans, of which only Damon and his companions were guilty; accordingly, the process wee commenced, and the cause pleaded before the Praetor of Macedon, since the Romans as yet had not sent governors into Greece. The advocates who defended the inhabitants appealed to the testimony of Lucullus, who, in answer to a letter the Praetor wrote to him, returned a true account of the matter-of-fact. By this means the town obtained its acquittal, and escaped a most serious danger. The citizens thus preserved erected a statue to Lucullus in the market-place, near that of the god Bacchus.
But there was a dispute between the people of Chaeronea and their neighbors, the Orchomenians. The Orchomenians hired a Roman informant to accuse the community of Chaeronea, as if it had been a single person, of murdering the Romans, when only Damon and his companions were guilty. As a result, legal proceedings began, and the case was presented before the Praetor of Macedon, since the Romans had not yet sent governors into Greece. The defense attorneys for the inhabitants referred to the testimony of Lucullus, who, in response to a letter from the Praetor, provided an accurate account of what happened. Through this, the town was acquitted and avoided a serious danger. To honor their preservation, the citizens erected a statue of Lucullus in the market square, close to that of the god Bacchus.
We also have the same impressions of gratitude; and though removed from the events by the distance of several generations, we yet feel the obligation to extend to ourselves; and as we think an image of the character and habits, to be a greater honor than one merely representing the face and the person, we will put Lucullus’s life amongst our parallels of illustrious men, and without swerving from the truth, will record his actions. The commemoration will be itself a sufficient proof of our grateful feeling, and he himself would not thank us, if in recompense for a service, which consisted in speaking the truth, we should abuse his memory with a false and counterfeit narration. For as we would wish that a painter who is to draw a beautiful face in which there is yet some imperfection, should neither wholly leave out, nor yet too pointedly express what is defective, because this would deform it, and that spoil the resemblance; so, since it is hard, or indeed perhaps impossible, to show the life of a man wholly free from blemish, in all that is excellent we must follow truth exactly, and give it fully; any lapses or faults that occur, through human passions or political necessities, we may regard rather as the shortcomings of some particular virtue, than as the natural effects of vice; and may be content without introducing them, curiously and officiously, into our narrative, if it be but out of tenderness to the weakness of nature, which has never succeeded in producing any human character so perfect in virtue, as to be pure from all admixture, and open to no criticism. On considering; with myself to whom I should compare Lucullus, I find none so exactly his parallel as Cimon.
We also share the same feelings of gratitude; and even though we are separated from the events by several generations, we still feel obligated to honor ourselves. Since we believe that portraying someone's character and habits is a greater honor than just focusing on their face, we will place Lucullus's life among our notable figures, and without straying from the truth, we will document his actions. This tribute alone will serve as proof of our appreciation, and he wouldn’t thank us if, in return for a service that involves speaking the truth, we tarnished his memory with a false narrative. Just as we would want a painter to portray a beautiful face while acknowledging some flaws, without either completely omitting or overly emphasizing those imperfections—because that would distort the image—we must stay true to what is excellent in a person’s life, providing an accurate account. Any mistakes or faults that arise from human emotion or political needs should be seen more as shortcomings of specific virtues rather than outright vices. We can choose not to dwell on them too much in our story, out of compassion for human nature, which has never produced any character so virtuous as to be entirely free from flaws or open to no criticism. In reflecting on whom I should compare Lucullus to, I find no one so closely resembling him as Cimon.
They were both valiant in war, and successful against the barbarians; both gentle in political life, and more than any others gave their countrymen a respite from civil troubles at home, while abroad, each of them raised trophies and gained famous victories. No Greek before Cimon, nor Roman before Lucullus, ever carried the scene of war so far from their own country; putting out of the question the acts of Bacchus and Hercules, and any exploit of Perseus against the Ethiopians, Medes, and Armenians, or again of Jason, of which any record that deserves credit can be said to have come down to our days. Moreover in this they were alike, that they did not finish the enterprises they undertook. They brought their enemies near their ruin, but never entirely conquered them. There was yet a greater conformity in the free good-will and lavish abundance of their entertainments and general hospitalities, and in the youthful laxity of their habits. Other points of resemblance, which we have failed to notice, may be easily collected from our narrative itself.
They were both brave in battle and successful against the barbarians; both gentle in politics, and more than anyone else provided their fellow countrymen with a break from civil unrest at home, while overseas, each of them achieved impressive victories and raised trophies. No Greek before Cimon, nor Roman before Lucullus, ever extended the battlefield so far from their own land, aside from the exploits of Bacchus and Hercules, and any notable actions of Perseus against the Ethiopians, Medes, and Armenians, or again of Jason, which any credible account has come down to us. Moreover, they were similar in that they did not complete the projects they started. They brought their enemies close to defeat, but never fully overcame them. There was also a significant similarity in their generous hospitality and lavish feasts, as well as in their carefree lifestyles. Other similarities, which we haven’t pointed out, can easily be gathered from our narrative itself.
Cimon was the son of Miltiades and Hegesipyle, who was by birth a Thracian, and daughter to the king Olorus, as appears from the poems of Melanthius and Archelaus, written in praise of Cimon. By this means the historian Thucydides was his kinsman by the mother’s side; for his father’s name also, in remembrance of this common ancestor, was Olorus, and he was the owner of the gold mines in Thrace, and met his death, it is said, by violence, in Scapte Hyle, a district of Thrace; and his remains having afterwards been brought into Attica, a monument is shown as his among those of the family of Cimon, near the tomb of Elpinice, Cimon’s sister. But Thucydides was of the township of Halimus, and Miltiades and his family were Laciadae. Miltiades, being condemned in a fine of fifty talents to the State, and unable to pay it, was cast into prison, and there died. Thus Cimon was left an orphan very young, with his sister Elpinice, who was also young and unmarried. And at first he had but an indifferent reputation, being looked upon as disorderly in his habits, fond of drinking, and resembling his grandfather, also called Cimon, in character, whose simplicity got him the surname of Coalemus. Stesimbrotus of Thasos, who lived near about the same time with Cimon, reports of him that he had little acquaintance either with music, or any of the other liberal studies and accomplishments, then common among the Greeks; that he had nothing whatever of the quickness and the ready speech of his countrymen in Attica; that he had great nobleness and candor in his disposition, and in his character in general, resembled rather a native of Peloponnesus, than of Athens; as Euripides describes Hercules,
Cimon was the son of Miltiades and Hegesipyle, who was originally from Thrace and the daughter of King Olorus, as noted in the poems of Melanthius and Archelaus, which praise Cimon. This means that the historian Thucydides was related to him through his mother; his father's name was also Olorus, in honor of their shared ancestor. He owned gold mines in Thrace and reportedly died violently in Scapte Hyle, a region in Thrace. His remains were later brought to Attica, and a monument can be seen among Cimon's family graves, near the tomb of Elpinice, Cimon’s sister. However, Thucydides came from the township of Halimus, while Miltiades and his family were part of the Laciadae. Miltiades was fined fifty talents by the State, and unable to pay, was imprisoned where he died. As a result, Cimon was left an orphan at a young age, together with his sister Elpinice, who was also young and unmarried. Initially, Cimon had a poor reputation; he was seen as disordered in his habits, fond of drinking, and similar in nature to his grandfather, also named Cimon, whose simplicity earned him the nickname Coalemus. Stesimbrotus of Thasos, who lived around the same time as Cimon, reported that he had little exposure to music or other liberal arts commonly practiced by the Greeks; he lacked the quickness and eloquence characteristic of his fellow Athenians. He was known for his nobility and honesty, and in many ways, he seemed more like a native of Peloponnesus than of Athens, much like how Euripides describes Hercules.
— Rude
And unrefined, for great things well-endued;
— Rude
And unrefined, for great things well-equipped;
for this may fairly be added to the character which Stesimbrotus has given of him.
for this can reasonably be added to the description that Stesimbrotus has provided of him.
They accused him, in his younger years, of cohabiting with his own sister Elpinice, who, indeed, otherwise had no very clear reputation, but was reported to have been over intimate with Polygnotus, the painter; and hence, when he painted the Trojan women in the porch, then called the Plesianactium, and now the Poecile, he made Laodice a portrait of her. Polygnotus was not an ordinary mechanic, nor was he paid for this work, but out of a desire to please the Athenians, painted the portico for nothing. So it is stated by the historians, and in the following verses by the poet Melanthius: —
They accused him, in his younger years, of living with his own sister Elpinice, who, to be fair, didn’t have the best reputation. She was said to be too close with Polygnotus, the painter. So, when he painted the Trojan women in the porch, then known as the Plesianactium and now called the Poecile, he made Laodice a portrait of her. Polygnotus wasn’t just any ordinary artist, and he didn’t get paid for this work; he painted the portico for free because he wanted to impress the Athenians. This is noted by historians, as well as in the following lines by the poet Melanthius: —
Wrought by his hand the deeds of heroes grace
At his own charge our temples and our Place.
Made by his hand, the actions of heroes shine
At his own expense, our temples and our space.
Some affirm that Elpinice lived with her brother, not secretly, but as his married wife, her poverty excluding her from any suitable match. But afterward, when Callias, one of the richest men of Athens, fell in love with her, and proffered to pay the fine the father was condemned in, if he could obtain the daughter in marriage, with Elpinice’s own consent, Cimon betrothed her to Callias. There is no doubt but that Cimon was, in general, of an amorous temper. For Melanthius, in his elegies, rallies him on his attachment for Asteria of Salamis, and again for a certain Mnestra. And there can be no doubt of his unusually passionate affection for his lawful wife Isodice, the daughter of Euryptolemus, the son of Megacles; nor of his regret, even to impatience, at her death, if any conclusion may be drawn from those elegies of condolence, addressed to him upon his loss of her. The philosopher Panaetius is of opinion, that Archelaus, the writer on physics, was the author of them, and indeed the time seems to favor that conjecture. All the other points of Cimon’s character were noble and good. He was as daring as Miltiades, and not inferior to Themistocles in judgment, and was incomparably more just and honest than either of them. Fully their equal in all military virtues, in the ordinary duties of a citizen at home he was immeasurably their superior. And this, too, when he was very young, his years not yet strengthened by any experience. For when Themistocles, upon the Median invasion, advised the Athenians to forsake their city and their country, and to carry all their arms on shipboard, and fight the enemy by sea, in the straits of Salamis; when all the people stood amazed at the confidence and rashness of this advice, Cimon was seen, the first of all men, passing with a cheerful countenance through the Ceramicus, on his way with his companions to the citadel, carrying a bridle in his hand to offer to the goddess, intimating that there was no more need of horsemen now, but of mariners. There, after he had paid his devotions to the goddess, and offered up the bridle, he took down one of the bucklers that hung upon the walls of the temple, and went down to the port; by this example giving confidence to many of the citizens. He was also of a fairly handsome person, according to the poet Ion, tall and large, and let his thick and curly hair grow long. After he had acquitted himself gallantly in this battle of Salamis, he obtained great repute among the Athenians, and was regarded with affection, as well as admiration. He had many who followed after him and bade him aspire to actions not less famous than his father’s battle of Marathon. And when he came forward in political life, the people welcomed him gladly, being now weary of Themistocles; in opposition to whom, and because of the frankness and easiness of his temper, which was agreeable to everyone, they advanced Cimon to the highest employments in the government. The man that contributed most to his promotion was Aristides, who early discerned in his character his natural capacity, and purposely raised him, that he might be a counterpoise to the craft and boldness of Themistocles.
Some people say that Elpinice lived with her brother, not in secret, but as his wife. Her poverty kept her from finding a suitable match. However, later on, when Callias, one of the wealthiest men in Athens, fell in love with her and offered to pay the fine her father owed if he could marry her with her consent, Cimon arranged her marriage to Callias. There's no doubt that Cimon was generally quite romantic. Melanthius, in his elegies, teases him about his love for Asteria of Salamis and for a woman named Mnestra. It's clear he had a deep and passionate love for his wife Isodice, the daughter of Euryptolemus, the son of Megacles; and he showed deep regret, even to the point of impatience, over her death, as shown in the elegies that were sent to him after her loss. The philosopher Panaetius believes that Archelaus, the writer on physics, wrote those elegies, and the timing supports this idea. Cimon's character had many noble qualities. He was as bold as Miltiades and no less wise than Themistocles, and he was far more just and honest than either of them. In military skills, he was their equal, but he far surpassed them in his duties as a citizen at home, even while still quite young and lacking experience. When Themistocles advised the Athenians to abandon their city and fight the enemy at sea during the Median invasion, and everyone was shocked by his audacity, Cimon was seen, smiling and confident, walking through the Ceramicus with his friends toward the citadel, carrying a bridle to offer to the goddess, indicating that they needed sailors rather than cavalry. After worshiping the goddess and offering the bridle, he took one of the shields hanging on the temple walls and went down to the port, inspiring many citizens by his example. He was also quite handsome, according to the poet Ion, tall and big, with long, thick, curly hair. After he fought valiantly in the battle of Salamis, he gained great respect among the Athenians and was loved and admired. Many followers encouraged him to aim for achievements as famous as his father's victory at Marathon. When he entered political life, the people eagerly welcomed him since they were tired of Themistocles; in contrast to him, due to Cimon’s straightforward and agreeable personality, they elevated him to the highest positions in the government. The person who helped him the most was Aristides, who recognized his natural talent early on and intentionally supported him as a counterbalance to the cunning and boldness of Themistocles.
After the Medes had been driven out of Greece, Cimon was sent out as admiral, when the Athenians had not yet attained their dominion by sea, but still followed Pausanias and the Lacedaemonians; and his fellow-citizens under his command were highly distinguished, both for the excellence of their discipline, and for their extraordinary zeal and readiness. And further, perceiving that Pausanias was carrying on secret communications with the barbarians, and writing letters to the king of Persia to betray Greece, and, puffed up with authority and success, was treating the allies haughtily, and committing many wanton injustices, Cimon, taking this advantage, by acts of kindness to those who were suffering wrong, and by his general humane bearing, robbed him of the command of the Greeks, before he was aware, not by arms, but by his mere language and character. The greatest part of the allies, no longer able to endure the harshness and pride of Pausanias, revolted from him to Cimon and Aristides, who accepted the duty, and wrote to the Ephors of Sparta, desiring them to recall a man who was causing dishonor to Sparta, and trouble to Greece. They tell of Pausanias, that when he was in Byzantium, he solicited a young lady of a noble family in the city, whose name was Cleonice, to debauch her. Her parents, dreading his cruelty, were forced to consent, and so abandoned their daughter to his wishes. The daughter asked the servants outside the chamber to put out all the lights; so that approaching silently and in the dark toward his bed, she stumbled upon the lamp, which she overturned. Pausanias, who was fallen asleep, awakened and startled with the noise, thought an assassin had taken that dead time of night to murder him, so that hastily snatching up his poniard that lay by him, he struck the girl, who fell with the blow, and died. After this, he never had rest, but was continually haunted by her, and saw an apparition visiting him in his sleep, and addressing him with these angry words: —
After the Medes were expelled from Greece, Cimon was appointed as admiral, at a time when the Athenians had not yet established their naval power and were still in alliance with Pausanias and the Lacedaemonians. His fellow citizens, under his command, were highly regarded for their discipline, exceptional enthusiasm, and readiness. Furthermore, realizing that Pausanias was secretly communicating with the barbarians and writing letters to the Persian king to betray Greece, and that, inflated with authority and success, he was treating the allies arrogantly while committing numerous injustices, Cimon took advantage of this situation. Through acts of kindness to those wronged and his overall humane demeanor, he managed to strip Pausanias of command over the Greeks without the use of force, but simply by his words and character. Most of the allies, unable to withstand Pausanias's harshness and arrogance any longer, shifted their loyalty to Cimon and Aristides, who accepted the responsibility and wrote to the Ephors of Sparta, asking them to recall a man bringing dishonor to Sparta and chaos to Greece. It is said that when Pausanias was in Byzantium, he tried to seduce a young woman from a noble family named Cleonice. Her parents, fearing his cruelty, felt compelled to comply, surrendering their daughter to him. The daughter asked the servants outside her room to extinguish all the lights. As she stealthily approached his bed in the dark, she accidentally knocked over a lamp. Pausanias, who had been asleep, woke up startled by the noise, thinking an assassin had come to kill him. In a panic, he grabbed the dagger that was nearby and struck the girl, who collapsed from the blow and died. Following this incident, he never found peace; he was regularly haunted by her spirit, which visited him in his dreams, angeringly addressing him with these words: —
Go on thy way, unto the evil end,
That doth on lust and violence attend.
Go on your way, toward the wicked outcome,
That is accompanied by desire and violence.
This was one of the chief occasions of indignation against him among the confederates, who now joining their resentments and forces with Cimon’s, besieged him in Byzantium. He escaped out of their hands, and, continuing, as it is said, to be disturbed by the apparition, fled to the oracle of the dead at Heraclea, raised the ghost of Cleonice, and entreated her to be reconciled. Accordingly she appeared to him, and answered, that as soon as he came to Sparta, he should speedily be freed from all evils; obscurely foretelling, it would seem, his imminent death. This story is related by many authors.
This was one of the main reasons for anger against him among the allies, who, combining their grievances and forces with Cimon’s, surrounded him in Byzantium. He managed to escape from them and, still reportedly haunted by the vision, fled to the oracle of the dead at Heraclea. There, he summoned the ghost of Cleonice and begged her to forgive him. She appeared to him and said that as soon as he returned to Sparta, he would quickly be freed from all his troubles; hinting, it seems, at his impending death. Many authors recount this story.
Cimon, strengthened with the accession of the allies, went as general into Thrace. For he was told that some great men among the Persians, of the king’s kindred, being in possession of Eion, a city situated upon the river Strymon, infested the neighboring Greeks. First he defeated these Persians in battle, and shut them up within the walls of their town. Then he fell upon the Thracians of the country beyond the Strymon, because they supplied Eion with victuals, and driving them entirely out of the country, took possession of it as conqueror, by which means he reduced the besieged to such straits, that Butes, who commanded there for the king, in desperation set fire to the town, and burned himself, his goods, and all his relations, in one common flame. By this means, Cimon got the town, but no great booty; as the barbarians had not only consumed themselves in the fire, but the richest of their effects. However, he put the country about into the hands of the Athenians, a most advantageous and desirable situation for a settlement. For this action, the people permitted him to erect the stone Mercuries, upon the first of which was this inscription: —
Cimon, backed by his allies, took command and went to Thrace. He was informed that some prominent Persian nobles, related to the king, were occupying Eion, a city located on the Strymon River, and were threatening the local Greeks. First, he defeated these Persians in battle and trapped them within their city walls. Then he attacked the Thracians in the area beyond the Strymon, as they were supplying Eion with food. He drove them completely out of the region and claimed it as his own, which put the besieged in such dire circumstances that Butes, who was in charge for the king, in desperation set fire to the city and burned himself, his belongings, and all his family in one devastating blaze. As a result, Cimon captured the city, but there was not much loot since the barbarians had not only burned themselves but also their most valuable possessions. Nonetheless, he handed over the surrounding land to the Athenians, making it a highly advantageous location for settlement. For this achievement, the people allowed him to set up stone statues of Hermes, with the first one inscribed: —
Of bold and patient spirit, too, were those,
Who, where the Strymon under Eion flows,
With famine and the sword, to utmost need
Reduced at last the children of the Mede.
Of bold and patient spirit, too, were those,
Who, where the Strymon flows under Eion,
With hunger and the sword, eventually
Brought the children of the Mede to utmost need.
Upon the second stood this: —
Upon the second stood this: —
The Athenians to their leaders this reward
For great and useful service did accord;
Others hereafter, shall, from their applause,
Learn to be valiant in their country’s cause
The Athenians gave their leaders this reward
For the great and useful service they provided;
Others in the future shall learn from their praise,
To be brave in defending their country’s cause.
and upon the third, the following:
and on the third, the following:
With Atreus’ sons, this city sent of yore
Divine Menestheus to the Trojan shore;
Of all the Greeks, so Homer’s verses say,
The ablest man an army to array:
So old the title of her sons the name
Of chiefs and champions in the field to claim.
With Atreus' sons, this city once sent
Divine Menestheus to the Trojan coast;
According to Homer’s lines,
He was the best at leading an army:
So ancient is the title her sons bear,
Claiming the name of leaders and heroes in battle.
Though the name of Cimon is not mentioned in these inscriptions, yet his contemporaries considered them to be the very highest honors to him; as neither Miltiades nor Themistocles ever received the like. When Miltiades claimed a garland, Sochares of Decelea stood up in the midst of the assembly and opposed it, using words which, though ungracious, were received with applause by the people. “When you have gained a victory by yourself, Miltiades, then you may ask to triumph so too.” What then induced them so particularly to honor Cimon? Was it that under other commanders they stood upon the defensive? but by his conduct, they not only attacked their enemies, but invaded them in their own country, and acquired new territory, becoming masters of Eion and Amphipolis, where they planted colonies, as also they did in the isle of Scyros, which Cimon had taken on the following occasion. The Dolopians were the inhabitants of this isle, a people who neglected all husbandry, and had, for many generations, been devoted to piracy; this they practiced to that degree, that at last they began to plunder foreigners that brought merchandise into their ports. Some merchants of Thessaly, who had come to shore near Ctesium, were not only spoiled of their goods, but themselves put into confinement. These men afterwards escaping from their prison, went and obtained sentence against the Scyrians in a court of Amphictyons, and when the Scyrian people declined to make public restitution, and called upon the individuals who had got the plunder to give it up, these persons, in alarm, wrote to Cimon to succor them with his fleet, and declared themselves ready to deliver the town into his hands. Cimon, by these means, got the town, expelled the Dolopian pirates, and so opened the traffic of the Aegean sea. And, understanding that the ancient Theseus, the son of Aegeus, when he fled from Athens and took refuge in this isle, was here treacherously slain by king Lycomedes, who feared him, Cimon endeavored to find out where he was buried. For an oracle had commanded the Athenians to bring home his ashes, and pay him all due honors as a hero; but hitherto they had not been able to learn where he was interred, as the people of Scyros dissembled the knowledge of it, and were not willing to allow a search. But now, great inquiry being made, with some difficulty he found out the tomb, and carried the relics into his own galley, and with great pomp and show brought them to Athens, four hundred years, or thereabouts, after his expulsion. This act got Cimon great favor with the people, one mark of which was the judgment, afterwards so famous, upon the tragic poets. Sophocles, still a young man, had just brought forward his first plays; opinions were much divided, and the spectators had taken sides with some heat. So, to determine the case, Apsephion, who was at that time archon, would not cast lots who should be judges; but when Cimon, and his brother commanders with him, came into the theater, after they had performed the usual rites to the god of the festival, he would not allow them to retire, but came forward and made them swear, (being ten in all, one from each tribe,) the usual oath; and so being sworn judges, he made them sit down to give sentence. The eagerness for victory grew all the warmer, from the ambition to get the suffrages of such honorable judges. And the victory was at last adjudged to Sophocles, which Aeschylus is said to have taken so ill, that he left Athens shortly after, and went in anger to Sicily, where he died, and was buried near the city of Gela.
Although Cimon's name isn't mentioned in these inscriptions, his contemporaries considered them the highest honors for him; neither Miltiades nor Themistocles ever received anything like it. When Miltiades claimed a garland, Sochares of Decelea stood up in the assembly and opposed him, using words that, though ungracious, were met with applause from the crowd. "When you've won a victory on your own, Miltiades, then you can ask for a triumph too." So what led them to honor Cimon in such a special way? Was it that under other leaders they were always on the defensive? But with Cimon's leadership, they not only attacked their enemies but also invaded their territory, gaining new land and taking control of Eion and Amphipolis, where they established colonies, as well as on the island of Scyros, which Cimon captured under these circumstances. The island was inhabited by the Dolopians, a people who ignored agriculture and had been devoted to piracy for generations; they practiced it to such an extent that they began to rob foreigners bringing goods to their ports. Some merchants from Thessaly, who landed near Ctesium, were not only robbed but also imprisoned. These men eventually escaped and brought a case against the Scyrians in an Amphictyonic court. When the Scyrian people refused to make public restitution and demanded that the individuals who took the loot return it, those individuals, in fear, wrote to Cimon for help with his fleet, offering to surrender the town to him. With this support, Cimon captured the town, drove out the Dolopian pirates, and reopened trade in the Aegean Sea. Learning that the legendary Theseus, the son of Aegeus, had been treacherously killed by King Lycomedes on this island after fleeing Athens, Cimon sought to find his burial site. An oracle had instructed the Athenians to bring home Theseus's ashes and honor him as a hero; however, they had been unable to locate his grave, as the Scyrians concealed this information and refused to allow a search. After considerable effort, Cimon finally found the tomb, took the relics on his ship, and brought them back to Athens with great ceremony, nearly four hundred years after Theseus's exile. This act earned Cimon significant favor with the people, one indication of which was the famous judgment on the tragic poets that followed. Sophocles, still a young man, had just presented his first plays, and opinions were sharply divided, with the audience passionately taking sides. To resolve the issue, Apsephion, who was archon at the time, decided against drawing lots for judges; instead, when Cimon and his fellow commanders entered the theater after performing the usual rites for the festival's god, he kept them from leaving. He brought them forward, made them swear the traditional oath (ten in total, one from each tribe), and had them sit as judges. The desire for victory intensified as everyone sought the approval of such esteemed judges. Ultimately, the victory was awarded to Sophocles, which Aeschylus is said to have taken so poorly that he left Athens shortly after, angrily heading to Sicily, where he died and was buried near the city of Gela.
Ion relates that when he was a young man, and recently come from Chios to Athens, he chanced to sup with Cimon, at Laomedon’s house. After supper, when they had, according to custom, poured out wine to the honor of the gods, Cimon was desired by the company to give them a song, which he did with sufficient success, and received the commendations of the company, who remarked on his superiority to Themistocles, who, on a like occasion, had declared he had never learnt to sing, nor to play, and only knew how to make a city rich and powerful. After talking of things incident to such entertainments, they entered upon the particulars of the several actions for which Cimon had been famous. And when they were mentioning the most signal, he told them they had omitted one, upon which he valued himself most for address and good contrivance. He gave this account of it. When the allies had taken a great number of the barbarians prisoners in Sestos and Byzantium, they gave him the preference to divide the booty; he accordingly put the prisoners in one lot, and the spoils of their rich attire and jewels in the other. This the allies complained of as an unequal division, but he gave them their choice to take which lot they would, for that the Athenians should be content with that which they refused. Herophytus of Samos advised them to take the ornaments for their share, and leave the slaves to the Athenians; and Cimon went away, and was much laughed at for his ridiculous division. For the allies carried away the golden bracelets, and armlets, and collars, and purple robes, and the Athenians had only the naked bodies of the captives, which they could make no advantage of, being unused to labor. But a little while after, the friends and kinsmen of the prisoners coming from Lydia and Phrygia, redeemed every one his relations at a high ransom; so that by this means Cimon got so much treasure that he maintained his whole fleet of galleys with the money for four months; and yet there was some left to lay up in the treasury at Athens.
Ion shares that when he was younger and had just arrived in Athens from Chios, he happened to have dinner with Cimon at Laomedon’s house. After dinner, when they had, as was customary, poured out some wine in honor of the gods, the group asked Cimon to sing. He did so quite well and received praise from everyone, who noted his talent was far better than Themistocles, who, during a similar occasion, had claimed he never learned to sing or play an instrument and only knew how to make a city wealthy and powerful. After discussing topics typical for such gatherings, they started talking about the notable exploits that made Cimon famous. When they mentioned various achievements, Cimon pointed out that they had overlooked one he especially valued for its cleverness and planning. He explained that after the allies captured a large number of enemy soldiers in Sestos and Byzantium, they chose him to distribute the spoils. He divided the prisoners into one category and the treasures, including their fine clothes and jewelry, into another. The allies complained that this was an unfair division, but Cimon let them choose which lot they wanted, saying the Athenians would take whatever they left behind. Herophytus of Samos advised them to take the jewelry for themselves and leave the prisoners to the Athenians, and Cimon ended up leaving, mocked for his foolish division. The allies took home the gold bracelets, armlets, collars, and purple robes, while the Athenians were left with just the bare bodies of the captives, which they couldn't benefit from since they were not used to working. However, shortly after, the friends and relatives of the prisoners who came from Lydia and Phrygia redeemed their family members for a substantial ransom. This way, Cimon amassed enough wealth to support his entire fleet for four months, with some leftover to deposit in the treasury at Athens.
Cimon now grew rich, and what he gained from the barbarians with honor, he spent yet more honorably upon the citizens. For he pulled down all the enclosures of his gardens and grounds, that strangers, and the needy of his fellow-citizens, might gather of his fruits freely. At home, he kept a table, plain, but sufficient for a considerable number; to which any poor townsman had free access, and so might support himself without labor, with his whole time left free for public duties. Aristotle states, however, that this reception did not extend to all the Athenians, but only to his own fellow townsmen, the Laciadae. Besides this, he always went attended by two or three young companions, very well clad; and if he met with an elderly citizen in a poor habit, one of these would change clothes with the decayed citizen, which was looked upon as very nobly done. He enjoined them, likewise, to carry a considerable quantity of coin about them, which they were to convey silently into the hands of the better class of poor men, as they stood by them in the marketplace. This, Cratinus the poet speaks of in one of his comedies, the Archilochi: —
Cimon became wealthy, and what he earned from the foreigners with honor, he spent even more honorably on the citizens. He removed all the fences around his gardens and lands so that strangers and the less fortunate among his fellow citizens could freely gather his fruits. At home, he maintained a simple yet sufficient table for a considerable number; any poor townsman could eat there freely, allowing them to support themselves without having to work, while having plenty of time for public duties. However, Aristotle mentions that this hospitality was not offered to all Athenians, but only to his own fellow townsmen, the Laciadae. In addition, he was always accompanied by two or three well-dressed young companions, and if they encountered an elderly citizen in shabby clothes, one of them would swap garments with the old citizen, which was seen as a noble act. He also instructed them to carry a significant amount of coins to discreetly hand over to the more dignified poor men standing near them in the marketplace. This is referenced by the poet Cratinus in one of his comedies, the Archilochi: —
For I, Metrobius too, the scrivener poor,
Of ease and comfort in my age secure,
By Greece’s noblest son in life’s decline,
Cimon, the generous-hearted, the divine,
Well-fed and feasted hoped till death to be,
Death which, alas! has taken him ere me.
For I, Metrobius too, the poor writer,
Living comfortably and secure in my old age,
By Greece’s noblest son in his final days,
Cimon, the kind-hearted, the divine,
Well-fed and feasted, hoped to live until death,
A death that, sadly, has claimed him before me.
Gorgias the Leontine gives him this character, that he got riches that he might use them, and used them that he might get honor by them. And Critias, one of the thirty tyrants, makes it, in his elegies, his wish to have
Gorgias the Leontine describes him as someone who acquired wealth to put it to use and used it to gain honor. Critias, one of the thirty tyrants, expresses in his poems that he wishes to have
The Scopads’ wealth, and Cimon’s nobleness,
And king Agesilaus’s success.
The Scopads' wealth, Cimon's nobility,
And King Agesilaus's success.
Lichas, we know, became famous in Greece, only because on the days of the sports, when the young boys run naked, he used to entertain the strangers that came to see these diversions. But Cimon’s generosity outdid all the old Athenian hospitality and good-nature. For though it is the city’s just boast that their forefathers taught the rest of Greece to sow corn, and how to use springs of water, and to kindle fire, yet Cimon, by keeping open house for his fellow-citizens, and giving travelers liberty to eat the fruits which the several seasons produced in his land, seemed to restore to the world that community of goods, which mythology says existed in the reign of Saturn. Those who object to him that he did this to be popular, and gain the applause of the vulgar, are confuted by the constant tenor of the rest of his actions, which all tended to uphold the interests of the nobility and the Spartan policy, of which he gave instances, when together with Aristides, he opposed Themistocles, who was advancing the authority of the people beyond its just limits, and resisted Ephialtes, who to please the multitude, was for abolishing the jurisdiction of the court of Areopagus. And when all of his time, except Aristides and Ephialtes, enriched themselves out of the public money, he still kept his hands clean and untainted, and to his last day never acted or spoke for his own private gain or emolument. They tell us that Rhoesaces, a Persian, who had traitorously revolted from the king his master, fled to Athens, and there, being harassed by sycophants, who were still accusing him to the people, he applied himself to Cimon for redress, and to gain his favor, laid down in his doorway two cups, the one full of gold, and the other of silver Darics. Cimon smiled and asked him whether he wished to have Cimon’s hired service or his friendship. He replied, his friendship. “If so,” said he, “take away these pieces, for being your friend, when I shall have occasion for them, I will send and ask for them.”
Lichas became well-known in Greece because during the athletic events, when young boys competed naked, he entertained the visitors who came to watch. However, Cimon's generosity surpassed all of the traditional Athenian hospitality and kindness. While it’s true that Athenians proudly claim that their ancestors taught the rest of Greece how to farm, manage water sources, and make fire, Cimon went further by hosting open gatherings for his fellow citizens and allowing travelers to enjoy the seasonal fruits from his land. It was as if he revived the ancient idea of sharing everything in common, reminiscent of the time of Saturn in mythology. Those who argue that he did this simply to gain popularity and the approval of the masses overlook the consistent nature of his other actions, which always supported the interests of the nobility and adhered to Spartan policies. He demonstrated this when he, alongside Aristides, opposed Themistocles, who was pushing to expand the people's power beyond its rightful bounds, and resisted Ephialtes, who sought to abolish the court of Areopagus for the sake of pleasing the crowd. While many of his contemporaries, apart from Aristides and Ephialtes, enriched themselves through public funds, Cimon kept his hands clean and never acted or spoke for personal gain throughout his life. There’s a story about Rhoesaces, a Persian who had betrayed his king and fled to Athens. Harassed by accusers, he approached Cimon for help and, hoping to win his favor, left two cups at his doorstep—one filled with gold and the other with silver coins. Cimon smiled and asked if Rhoesaces wanted his services or his friendship. Rhoesaces replied that he wanted his friendship. Cimon then said, “If that’s the case, take these away. As your friend, I’ll ask for them when I need them.”
The allies of the Athenians began now to be weary of war and military service, willing to have repose, and to look after their husbandry and traffic. For they saw and did not fear any new vexations from them. They still paid the tax they were assessed at, but did not send men and galleys, as they had done before. This the other Athenian generals wished to constrain them to, and by judicial proceedings against defaulters, and penalties which they inflicted on them, made the government uneasy, and even odious. But Cimon practiced a contrary method; he forced no man to go that was not willing, but of those that desired to be excused from service he took money and vessels unmanned, and let them yield to the temptation of staying at home, to attend to their private business. Thus they lost their military habits, and luxury and their own folly quickly changed them into unwarlike husbandmen and traders, while Cimon, continually embarking large numbers of Athenians on board his galleys, thoroughly disciplined them in his expeditions, their enemies driven out of the country, and ere long made them the lords of their own paymasters. The allies, whose indolence maintained them, while they thus went sailing about everywhere, and incessantly bearing arms and acquiring skill, began to fear and flatter then, and found themselves after a while allies no longer, but unwittingly become tributaries and slaves.
The allies of the Athenians were starting to get tired of war and military service, wanting rest and to focus on their farming and trade. They saw no new threats from the Athenians and didn’t worry about them. They still paid the taxes they were assigned but didn’t send men and ships like they used to. The other Athenian generals wanted to force them to comply and used legal action against those who didn’t, along with penalties, which made the government uneasy and even hated. But Cimon took a different approach; he didn’t force anyone to serve who didn’t want to. Instead, he accepted money and ships from those who wanted to be excused from military duty and let them give in to the temptation of staying home to manage their own affairs. This led to them losing their military skills, and luxury along with their own foolishness quickly transformed them into untrained farmers and traders. Meanwhile, Cimon kept taking large numbers of Athenians on his ships, rigorously training them during his campaigns, driving their enemies out of the area, and soon enough, making them the ones in charge of their own pay. The allies, whose laziness allowed them to remain passive while the Athenians sailed around and constantly trained, began to fear and flatter the Athenians. Eventually, they found themselves no longer as allies but unwittingly turned into tributaries and slaves.
Nor did any man ever do more than Cimon did to humble the pride of the Persian king. He was not content with getting rid of him out of Greece; but following close at his heels, before the barbarians could take breath and recover themselves, he was already at work, and what with his devastations, and his forcible reduction of some places, and the revolts and voluntary accession of others, in the end, from Ionia to Pamphylia, all Asia was clear of Persian soldiers. Word being brought him that the royal commanders were lying in wait upon the coast of Pamphylia, with a numerous land army, and a large fleet, he determined to make the whole sea on this side the Chelidonian islands so formidable to them that they should never dare to show themselves in it; and setting off from Cnidos and the Triopian headland, with two hundred galleys, which had been originally built with particular care by Themistocles, for speed and rapid evolutions, and to which he now gave greater width and roomier decks along the sides to move to and fro upon, so as to allow a great number of full-armed soldiers to take part in the engagements and fight from them, he shaped his course first of all against the town of Phaselis, which, though inhabited by Greeks, yet would not quit the interests of Persia, but denied his galleys entrance into their port. Upon this he wasted the country, and drew up his army to their very walls; but the soldiers of Chios, who were then serving under him, being ancient friends to the Phaselites, endeavoring to propitiate the general in their behalf, at the same time shot arrows into the town, to which were fastened letters conveying intelligence. At length he concluded peace with them, upon the conditions that they should pay down ten talents, and follow him against the barbarians. Ephorus says the admiral of the Persian fleet was Tithraustes, and the general of the land army Pherendates; but Callisthenes is positive that Ariomandes, the son of Gobryas, had the supreme command of all the forces. He lay waiting with the whole fleet at the mouth of the river Eurymedon, with no design to fight, but expecting a reinforcement of eighty Phoenician ships on their way from Cyprus. Cimon, aware of this, put out to sea, resolved, if they would not fight a battle willingly, to force them to it. The barbarians, seeing this, retired within the mouth of the river to avoid being attacked; but when they saw the Athenians come upon them, notwithstanding their retreat, they met them with six hundred ships, as Phanodemus relates but according to Ephorus, only with three hundred and fifty. However, they did nothing worthy such mighty forces, but immediately turned the prows of their galleys toward the shore, where those that came first threw themselves upon the land, and fled to their army drawn up thereabout, while the rest perished with their vessels, or were taken. By this, one may guess at their number, for though a great many escaped out of the fight, and a great many others were sunk, yet two hundred galleys were taken by the Athenians.
Cimon did more than anyone to bring down the pride of the Persian king. He wasn't satisfied with just pushing him out of Greece; instead, he quickly followed up, attacking before the barbarians could catch their breath. Through destruction, forceful takeovers of some places, and revolts or voluntary support from others, he eventually cleared all of Asia from Persian soldiers, stretching from Ionia to Pamphylia. When he heard that the Persian commanders were waiting on the coast of Pamphylia with a large land army and a big fleet, he decided to make the entire sea on this side of the Chelidonian islands so intimidating that they wouldn’t dare enter it. He set off from Cnidos and the Triopian headland with two hundred galleys, originally built by Themistocles for speed and maneuverability. He made the ships wider with roomier decks to accommodate many fully-armed soldiers for the battles. He initially targeted the town of Phaselis, which, although inhabited by Greeks, refused to abandon Persian interests and denied entry to his galleys. In response, he devastated the surrounding area and camped at their walls. The soldiers from Chios, serving under him and longtime friends with the Phaselites, tried to convince him to spare them while simultaneously shooting arrows into the town with letters giving updates. Eventually, he made peace with them, agreeing on terms that required them to pay ten talents and join him against the barbarians. Ephorus claims that Tithraustes was the admiral of the Persian fleet, and Pherendates led the land army, but Callisthenes insists that Ariomandes, the son of Gobryas, was in command of all forces. He waited with his entire fleet at the mouth of the river Eurymedon, not intending to fight until an extra eighty Phoenician ships arrived from Cyprus. Cimon, knowing this, set sail, determined to force a battle if they wouldn't engage willingly. The barbarians, seeing him approach, retreated into the river to avoid confrontation. However, when they spotted the Athenians advancing, they confronted them with six hundred ships, according to Phanodemus, though Ephorus states it was only three hundred and fifty. Regardless, they didn't act like such a strong force; instead, they quickly turned their ships towards the shore, with the first to reach it jumping onto land and running to their army, while the rest either sank or were captured. This gives a sense of their numbers: even though many escaped and others were sunk, the Athenians captured two hundred of their galleys.
When their land army drew toward the seaside, Cimon was in suspense whether he should venture to try and force his way on shore; as he should thus expose his Greeks, wearied with slaughter in the first engagement, to the swords of the barbarians, who were all fresh men, and many times their number. But seeing his men resolute, and flushed with victory, he bade them land, though they were not yet cool from their first battle. As soon as they touched ground, they set up a shout and ran upon the enemy, who stood firm and sustained the first shock with great courage, so that the fight was a hard one, and some principal men of the Athenians in rank and courage were slain. At length, though with much ado, they routed the barbarians, and killing some, took others prisoners, and plundered all their tents and pavilions which were full of rich spoil. Cimon, like a skilled athlete at the games, having in one day carried off two victories, wherein he surpassed that of Salamis by sea, and that of Plataea by land, was encouraged to try for yet another success. News being brought that the Phoenician succors, in number eighty sail, had come in sight at Hydrum, he set off with all speed to find them, while they as yet had not received any certain account of the larger fleet, and were in doubt what to think; so that thus surprised, they lost all their vessels, and most of their men with them. This success of Cimon so daunted the king of Persia, that he presently made that celebrated peace, by which he engaged that his armies should come no nearer the Grecian sea than the length of a horse’s course; and that none of his galleys or vessels of war should appear between the Cyanean and Chelidonian isles. Callisthenes, however, says that he did not agree to any such articles, but that upon the fear this victory gave him, he did in reality thus act, and kept off so far from Greece, that when Pericles with fifty, and Ephialtes with thirty galleys, cruised beyond the Chelidonian isles, they did not discover one Persian vessel. But in the collection which Craterus made of the public acts of the people, there is a draft of this treaty given. And it is told, also, that at Athens they erected the altar of Peace upon this occasion, and decreed particular honors to Callias, who was employed as ambassador to procure the treaty.
When their land army approached the coast, Cimon was unsure whether he should risk trying to land, as this would put his Greeks—wearied from their first battle—in danger against fresh and numerous barbarian forces. However, seeing his men determined and brimming with victory, he encouraged them to disembark, even though they hadn’t fully recovered from their earlier fight. As soon as they hit the ground, they shouted and charged at the enemy, who stood their ground and met the initial attack with great bravery, leading to a fierce battle, during which several key Athenian leaders were killed. Eventually, after a tough struggle, they defeated the barbarians, killing some and capturing others, and they looted all their tents and pavilions loaded with valuable goods. Like a skilled athlete who claimed two victories in a single day—surpassing both the naval win at Salamis and the land victory at Plataea—Cimon was motivated to seek more success. When he received news that the Phoenician reinforcements, consisting of eighty ships, had appeared at Hydrum, he quickly set out to intercept them, while the Phoenicians were still uncertain about the larger fleet and unsure how to react. Caught off guard, they lost all their ships and most of their crew. This triumph of Cimon so terrified the king of Persia that he quickly agreed to that famous peace treaty, which stated that his armies would not come closer to the Greek seas than the distance a horse could cover; and that none of his warships would be seen between the Cyanean and Chelidonian islands. However, Callisthenes claims that he did not officially agree to such terms, but rather acted out of fear of this victory, keeping his forces so far from Greece that when Pericles with fifty ships and Ephialtes with thirty cruised beyond the Chelidonian islands, they did not encounter a single Persian vessel. Yet, in the records compiled by Craterus of the people's official acts, there is a draft of this treaty. It is also said that in Athens they erected an altar to Peace on this occasion and granted special honors to Callias, who was sent as an ambassador to secure the treaty.
The people of Athens raised so much money from the spoils of this war, which were publicly sold, that, besides other expenses, and raising the south wall of the citadel, they laid the foundation of the long walls, not, indeed, finished till at a later time, which were called the Legs. And the place where they built them being soft and marshy ground, they were forced to sink great weights of stone and rubble to secure the foundation, and did all this out of the money Cimon supplied them with. It was he, likewise, who first embellished the upper city with those fine and ornamental places of exercise and resort, which they afterward so much frequented and delighted in. He set the market-place with plane trees; and the Academy, which was before a bare, dry, and dirty spot, he converted into a well-watered grove, with shady alleys to walk in, and open courses for races.
The people of Athens raised so much money from the spoils of this war, which were sold publicly, that, in addition to other expenses and reinforcing the south wall of the citadel, they laid the foundation for the long walls, which were later completed and known as the Legs. Since the ground where they built was soft and marshy, they had to sink heavy stones and rubble to secure the foundation, funded by the money Cimon provided. He was also the one who first enhanced the upper city with beautiful and attractive places for exercise and leisure that later became very popular. He lined the market square with plane trees, and transformed the previously bare, dry, and dirty Academy into a well-watered grove with shady paths for walking and open areas for races.
When the Persians who had made themselves masters of the Chersonese, so far from quitting it, called in the people of the interior of Thrace to help them against Cimon, whom they despised for the smallness of his forces, he set upon them with only four galleys, and took thirteen of theirs; and having driven out the Persians, and subdued the Thracians, he made the whole Chersonese the property of Athens. Next, he attacked the people of Thasos, who had revolted from the Athenians; and, having defeated them in a fight at sea, where he took thirty-three of their vessels, he took their town by siege, and acquired for the Athenians all the mines of gold on the opposite coast, and the territory dependent on Thasos. This opened him a fair passage into Macedon, so that he might, it was thought, have acquired a good portion of that country; and because he neglected the opportunity, he was suspected of corruption, and of having been bribed off by king Alexander. So, by the combination of his adversaries, he was accused of being false to his country. In his defense he told the judges, that he had always shown himself in his public life the friend, not, like other men, of rich Ionians and Thessalians, to be courted, and to receive presents, but of the Lacedaemonians; for as he admired, so he wished to imitate the plainness of their habits, their temperance, and simplicity of living, which he preferred to any sort of riches; but that he always had been, and still was proud to enrich his country with the spoils of her enemies. Stesimbrotus, making mention of this trial, states that Elpinice, in behalf of her brother, addressed herself to Pericles, the most vehement of his accusers, to whom Pericles answered, with a smile, “You are old, Elpinice, to meddle with affairs of this nature.” However, he proved the mildest of his prosecutors, and rose up but once all the while, almost as a matter of form, to plead against him. Cimon was acquitted.
When the Persians, who had taken control of the Chersonese, called on the people from the interior of Thrace for help against Cimon, whom they underestimated due to his small forces, he launched an attack with just four galleys and captured thirteen of theirs. After driving out the Persians and defeating the Thracians, he made the entire Chersonese part of Athens. Then he went after the people of Thasos, who had rebelled against the Athenians. After defeating them in a sea battle where he seized thirty-three of their ships, he besieged their town and secured all the gold mines on the opposite coast for Athens, along with the territory related to Thasos. This opened a good route into Macedon, which was thought to enable him to acquire a significant portion of that territory. However, since he let the opportunity slip, there were suspicions of corruption, and it was rumored that he had been bribed by King Alexander. Thus, his opponents accused him of betraying his country. In his defense, he told the judges that throughout his public life, he had always been a friend not of wealthy Ionians and Thessalians seeking to curry favor and accept gifts, but of the Lacedaemonians. He admired and sought to emulate their straightforward lifestyle, temperance, and simplicity, which he valued more than any wealth. He was proud to enrich his country with the spoils of her enemies. Stesimbrotus noted that during this trial, Elpinice, on behalf of her brother, spoke to Pericles, the most passionate of his accusers. Pericles replied with a smile, “You’re too old, Elpinice, to be involved in matters like these.” Nonetheless, he turned out to be the mildest of the prosecutors, standing up only once, almost as a formality, to plead against him. Cimon was acquitted.
In his public life after this, he continued, whilst at home, to control and restrain the common people, who would have trampled upon the nobility, and drawn all the power and sovereignty to themselves. But when he afterwards was sent out to war, the multitude broke loose, as it were, and overthrew all the ancient laws and customs they had hitherto observed, and, chiefly at the instigation of Ephialtes, withdrew the cognizance of almost all causes from the Areopagus; so that all jurisdiction now being transferred to them, the government was reduced to a perfect democracy, and this by the help of Pericles, who was already powerful, and had pronounced in favor of the common people. Cimon, when he returned, seeing the authority of this great council so upset, was exceedingly troubled, and endeavored to remedy these disorders by bringing the courts of law to their former state, and restoring the old aristocracy of the time of Clisthenes. This the others declaimed against with all the vehemence possible, and began to revive those stories concerning him and his sister, and cried out against him as the partisan of the Lacedaemonians. To these calumnies the famous verses of Eupolis, the poet upon Cimon refer: —
In his public life after this, he continued to manage and control the common people at home, who would have trampled on the nobility and seized all power for themselves. But when he was later sent off to war, the crowd broke loose, so to speak, and overturned all the old laws and customs they had followed until then. Mainly driven by Ephialtes, they removed almost all legal matters from the Areopagus, transferring all authority to themselves, which turned the government into a complete democracy. This shift was supported by Pericles, who was already influential and had spoken up for the common people. When Cimon returned and saw the authority of this important council undermined, he was very upset and tried to fix these issues by restoring the courts of law to their original state and bringing back the old aristocracy from the time of Clisthenes. The others vehemently opposed this and started reviving stories about him and his sister, accusing him of siding with the Lacedaemonians. The famous verses of the poet Eupolis about Cimon refer to these accusations: —
He was as good as others that one sees,
But he was fond of drinking and of ease;
And would at nights to Sparta often roam,
Leaving his sister desolate at home.
He was just as good as anyone else you see,
But he loved to drink and take it easy;
And would often roam to Sparta at night,
Leaving his sister lonely at home.
But if, though slothful and a drunkard, he could capture so many towns, and gain so many victories, certainly if he had been sober and minded his business, there had been no Grecian commander, either before or after him, that could have surpassed him for exploits of war.
But if, even being lazy and a drunk, he could take so many towns and achieve so many victories, then surely if he had been sober and focused on his work, there wouldn't have been any Greek commander, either before or after him, who could have outdone him in military exploits.
He was, indeed, a favorer of the Lacedaemonians even from his youth, and he gave the names of Lacedaemonius and Eleus to two sons, twins, whom he had, as Stesimbrotus says, by a woman of Clitorium, whence Pericles often upbraided them with their mother’s blood. But Diodorus, the geographer, asserts that both these, and another son of Cimon’s, whose name was Thessalus, were born of Isodice, the daughter of Euryptolemus, the son of Megacles.
He was definitely a supporter of the Spartans from a young age, and he named his twin sons Lacedaemonius and Eleus, as Stesimbrotus mentions, from a woman from Clitorium. This led to Pericles often taunting them about their mother's background. However, Diodorus, the geographer, claims that both of these sons, along with another son of Cimon named Thessalus, were born to Isodice, the daughter of Euryptolemus, the son of Megacles.
However, this is certain, that Cimon was countenanced by the Lacedaemonians in opposition to Themistocles, whom they disliked; and while he was yet very young, they endeavored to raise and increase his credit in Athens. This the Athenians perceived at first with pleasure, and the favor the Lacedaemonians showed him was in various ways advantageous to them and their affairs; as at that time they were just rising to power, and were occupied in winning the allies to their side. So they seemed not at all offended with the honor and kindness showed to Cimon, who then had the chief management of all the affairs of Greece, and was acceptable to the Lacedaemonians, and courteous to the allies. But afterwards the Athenians, grown more powerful, when they saw Cimon so entirely devoted to the Lacedaemonians, began to be angry, for he would always in his speeches prefer them to the Athenians, and upon every occasion, when he would reprimand them for a fault, or incite them to emulation, he would exclaim, “The Lacedaemonians would not do thus.” This raised the discontent, and got him in some degree the hatred of the citizens; but that which ministered chiefly to the accusation against him fell out upon the following occasion.
However, it's clear that Cimon was supported by the Spartans in opposition to Themistocles, whom they disliked. While he was still quite young, they tried to boost his reputation in Athens. At first, the Athenians were pleased by this, and the Spartans' support for him was beneficial for them and their interests, since they were just starting to gain power and were focused on winning allies to their cause. The Athenians didn't seem offended by the honor and kindness shown to Cimon, who was then managing all of Greece's affairs, was favored by the Spartans, and was friendly with the allies. However, as the Athenians became more powerful and saw Cimon completely devoted to the Spartans, they started to get upset. He would consistently favor them over the Athenians in his speeches, and whenever he criticized them for a mistake or encouraged them to excel, he would say, “The Spartans wouldn’t do this.” This stirred discontent and earned him some degree of hatred from the citizens, but the main reason for the accusations against him arose from the following incident.
In the fourth year of the reign of Archidamus, the son of Zeuxidamus, king of Sparta, there happened in the country of Lacedaemon, the greatest earthquake that was known in the memory of man; the earth opened into chasms, and the mountain Taygetus was so shaken, that some of the rocky points of it fell down, and except five houses, all the town of Sparta was shattered to pieces. They say, that a little before any motion was perceived, as the young men and the boys just grown up were exercising themselves together in the middle of the portico, a hare, of a sudden, started out just by them, which the young men, though all naked and daubed with oil, ran after for sport. No sooner were they gone from the place, than the gymnasium fell down upon the boys who had stayed behind, and killed them all. Their tomb is to this day called Sismatias. Archidamus, by the present danger made apprehensive of what might follow, and seeing the citizens intent upon removing the most valuable of their goods out of their houses, commanded an alarm to be sounded, as if an enemy were coming upon them, in order that they should collect about him in a body, with arms. It was this alone that saved Sparta at that time, for the Helots were got together from the country about, with design to surprise the Spartans, and overpower those whom the earthquake had spared. But finding them armed and well prepared, they retired into the towns and openly made war with them, gaining over a number of the Laconians of the country districts; while at the same time the Messenians, also, made an attack upon the Spartans, who therefore dispatched Periclidas to Athens to solicit succors, of whom Aristophanes says in mockery that he came and
In the fourth year of Archidamus, the son of Zeuxidamus, king of Sparta, the biggest earthquake ever recorded struck the region of Lacedaemon. The ground opened up into cracks, and the mountain Taygetus trembled so violently that some of its rocky peaks crumbled down. Other than five houses, the entire town of Sparta was destroyed. It's said that just before the quake hit, a hare suddenly dashed out near a group of young men and boys who were training in the middle of the portico. Even though they were all naked and covered in oil, the young men chased after the hare for fun. As soon as they left the area, the gymnasium collapsed on the boys who had stayed behind, killing them all. Their burial site is still known today as Sismatias. Archidamus, alarmed by the impending danger and seeing the citizens focused on evacuating their most valuable possessions from their homes, ordered an alarm to be sounded, as if an enemy was approaching. This was to rally everyone around him, armed and ready. This single action saved Sparta at that moment because the Helots had gathered from the surrounding countryside, planning to ambush the Spartans and attack those who had survived the earthquake. However, when they found the Spartans armed and prepared, they retreated into their own towns and openly waged war against them, persuading several of the rural Laconians to join them. At the same time, the Messenians also launched an attack on the Spartans, prompting them to send Periclidas to Athens to ask for help, of whom Aristophanes mockingly says that he came and
In a red jacket, at the altars seated,
With a white face, for men and arms entreated.
In a red jacket, sitting at the altars,
With a pale face, seeking help from men and weapons.
This Ephialtes opposed, protesting that they ought not to raise up or assist a city that was a rival to Athens; but that being down, it were best to keep her so, and let the pride and arrogance of Sparta be trodden under. But Cimon, as Critias says, preferring the safety of Lacedaemon to the aggrandizement of his own country, so persuaded the people, that he soon marched out with a large army to their relief. Ion records, also, the most successful expression which he used to move the Athenians. “They ought not to suffer Greece to be lamed, nor their own city to be deprived of her yoke-fellow.”
Ephialtes opposed this, arguing that they shouldn’t help a city that was a rival to Athens; instead, since it was already down, it was better to keep it that way and let Sparta’s pride and arrogance be crushed. But Cimon, as Critias notes, prioritizing the safety of Lacedaemon over the growth of his own country, convinced the people, and soon he marched out with a large army to help them. Ion also records the effective words he used to persuade the Athenians: “They shouldn’t let Greece be weakened, nor their own city lose its partner.”
In his return from aiding the Lacedaemonians, he passed with his army through the territory of Corinth; where upon Lachartus reproached him for bringing his army into the country, without first asking leave of the people. For he that knocks at another man’s door ought not to enter the house till the master gives him leave. “But you, Corinthians, O Lachartus,” said Cimon, “did not knock at the gates of the Cleonaeans and Megarians, but broke them down, and entered by force, thinking that all places should be open to the stronger.” And having thus rallied the Corinthian, he passed on with his army. Some time after this, the Lacedaemonians sent a second time to desire succors of the Athenians against the Messenians and Helots, who had seized upon Ithome. But when they came, fearing their boldness and gallantry, of all that came to their assistance, they sent them only back, alleging they were designing innovations. The Athenians returned home, enraged at this usage, and vented their anger upon all those who were favorers of the Lacedaemonians; and seizing some slight occasion, they banished Cimon for ten years, which is the time prescribed to those that are banished by the ostracism. In the mean time, the Lacedaemonians, on their return after freeing Delphi from the Phocians, encamped their army at Tanagra, whither the Athenians presently marched with design to fight them.
On his way back from helping the Spartans, he moved his army through Corinth, where Lachartus criticized him for bringing his army into the area without first asking permission from the locals. “If you knock on someone’s door, you shouldn’t enter until the owner lets you in.” Cimon responded, “But you, Corinthians, O Lachartus, didn’t knock on the gates of the Cleonaeans and Megarians; you broke them down and forced your way in, thinking that the stronger should have access everywhere.” After putting Lachartus in his place, he continued on with his army. Later, the Spartans once again asked the Athenians for help against the Messenians and Helots, who had taken Ithome. However, when the Athenians arrived, apprehensive of their boldness and bravado, they only sent back those who came to help, claiming they were planning trouble. The Athenians returned home, furious about this treatment, and they took out their anger on anyone who supported the Spartans. Seizing a minor excuse, they banished Cimon for ten years, which was the typical duration for those exiled through ostracism. Meanwhile, after the Spartans returned from liberating Delphi from the Phocians, they camped their army at Tanagra, where the Athenians quickly marched in to prepare for battle.
Cimon, also, came thither armed, and ranged himself among those of his own tribe, which was the Oeneis, desirous of fighting with the rest against the Spartans; but the council of five hundred being informed of this, and frighted at it, his adversaries crying out he would disorder the army, and bring the Lacedaemonians to Athens, commanded the officers not to receive him. Wherefore Cimon left the army, conjuring Euthippus, the Anaphlystian, and the rest of his companions, who were most suspected as favoring the Lacedaemonians, to behave themselves bravely against their enemies, and by their actions make their innocence evident to their countrymen. These, being in all a hundred, took the arms of Cimon and followed his advice; and making a body by themselves, fought so desperately with the enemy, that they were all cut off, leaving the Athenians deep regret for the loss of such brave men, and repentance for having so unjustly suspected them. Accordingly, they did not long retain their severity toward Cimon, partly upon remembrance of his former services, and partly, perhaps, induced by the juncture of the times. For being defeated at Tanagra in a great battle, and fearing the Peloponnesians would come upon them at the opening of the spring, they recalled Cimon by a decree, of which Pericles himself was author. So reasonable were men’s resentments in those times, and so moderate their anger, that it always gave way to the public good. Even ambition, the least governable of all human passions, could then yield to the necessities of the State.
Cimon also arrived armed and took his place among those from his tribe, the Oeneis, eager to fight alongside them against the Spartans. However, the council of five hundred learned of this and, feeling alarmed, were worried that he would disrupt the army and lead the Lacedaemonians to Athens. They ordered the officers not to let him join. As a result, Cimon left the army, urging Euthippus, the Anaphlystian, and the rest of his companions, who were suspected of favoring the Lacedaemonians, to stand strong against their enemies and prove their innocence through their actions. A total of one hundred men took Cimon's weapons and followed his advice; forming their own group, they fought so fiercely against the enemy that they were all killed, leaving the Athenians filled with sorrow for the loss of such brave men and regret for having unjustly doubted them. Consequently, they soon softened their stance toward Cimon, partly due to memories of his past services and probably also because of the current situation. After suffering a defeat at Tanagra in a major battle and fearing the Peloponnesians would attack as spring approached, they brought Cimon back by a decree initiated by Pericles himself. During that time, people’s feelings were so reasonable and their anger so moderate that it always gave way to the greater good. Even ambition, the most uncontrollable of all human emotions, was able to submit to the needs of the State.
Cimon, as soon as he returned, put an end to the war, and reconciled the two cities. Peace thus established, seeing the Athenians impatient of being idle, and eager after the honor and aggrandizement of war, lest they should set upon the Greeks themselves, or with so many ships cruising about the isles and Peloponnesus, they should give occasions to intestine wars, or complaints of their allies against them, he equipped two hundred galleys, with design to make an attempt upon Egypt and Cyprus; purposing, by this means, to accustom the Athenians to fight against the barbarians, and enrich themselves honestly by spoiling those who were the natural enemies to Greece. But when all things were prepared, and the army ready to embark, Cimon had this dream. It seemed to him that there was a furious bitch barking at him, and, mixed with the barking, a kind of human voice uttered these words: —
Cimon, upon his return, ended the war and reconciled the two cities. With peace established, and seeing the Athenians restless and eager for the honor and expansion that war could bring, he feared they might turn against the Greeks themselves. With so many ships patrolling the islands and Peloponnesus, there was a risk of starting internal conflicts or drawing complaints from their allies. To address this, he equipped two hundred galleys, planning an expedition to Egypt and Cyprus. His goal was to get the Athenians used to fighting against barbarians and to enable them to profit by taking down those who were natural enemies of Greece. However, just as everything was prepared and the army was ready to board, Cimon had a dream. In his dream, he saw a fierce dog barking at him, and mixed with the barking was a kind of human voice saying these words: —
Come on, for thou shalt shortly be,
A pleasure to my whelps and me.
Come on, soon you'll be
A joy to my pups and me.
This dream was hard to interpret, yet Astyphilus of Posidonia, a man skilled in divinations, and intimate with Cimon, told him that his death was presaged by this vision, which he thus explained. A dog is enemy to him be barks at; and one is always most a pleasure to one’s enemies, when one is dead; the mixture of human voice with barking signifies the Medes, for the army of the Medes is mixed up of Greeks and barbarians. After this dream, as he was sacrificing to Bacchus, and the priest cutting up the victim, a number of ants, taking up the congealed particles of the blood, laid them about Cimon’s great toe. This was not observed for a good while, but at the very time when Cimon spied it, the priest came and showed him the liver of the sacrifice imperfect, wanting that part of it called the head. But he could not then recede from the enterprise, so he set sail. Sixty of his ships he sent toward Egypt; with the rest he went and fought the king of Persia’s fleet, composed of Phoenician and Cilician galleys, recovered all the cities thereabout, and threatened Egypt; designing no less than the entire ruin of the Persian empire. And the rather, for that he was informed Themistocles was in great repute among the barbarians, having promised the king to lead his army, whenever he should make war upon Greece. But Themistocles, it is said, abandoning all hopes of compassing his designs, very much out of the despair of overcoming the valor and good-fortune of Cimon, died a voluntary death. Cimon, intent on great designs, which he was now to enter upon, keeping his navy about the isle of Cyprus, sent messengers to consult the oracle of Jupiter Ammon upon some secret matter. For it is not known about what they were sent, and the god would give them no answer, but commanded them to return again, for that Cimon was already with him. Hearing this, they returned to sea, and as soon as they came to the Grecian army, which was then about Egypt, they understood that Cimon was dead; and computing the time of the oracle, they found that his death had been signified, he being then already with the gods.
This dream was difficult to interpret, but Astyphilus of Posidonia, a skilled diviner and close associate of Cimon, told him that this vision foretold his death, which he explained as follows. A dog is an enemy to whoever it barks at; and one’s enemies are often most pleased when one is dead. The combination of human voices with barking symbolizes the Medes, since the Medes' army is made up of both Greeks and barbarians. After this dream, while he was performing a sacrifice to Bacchus and the priest was cutting up the offering, a number of ants picked up the coagulated blood and spread it around Cimon’s big toe. This went unnoticed for some time, but at the moment when Cimon saw it, the priest came and showed him the liver of the sacrifice, which was missing a part called the head. However, he couldn’t back out of his plans, so he set sail. He sent sixty of his ships towards Egypt, while with the rest he engaged in battle against the Persian king’s fleet, which consisted of Phoenician and Cilician ships. He took back all the nearby cities and threatened Egypt, aiming for nothing less than the complete destruction of the Persian empire. This motivation was further fueled by news that Themistocles was highly regarded among the barbarians, having promised the king to lead his army whenever he decided to go to war with Greece. But it is said that Themistocles, losing hope of achieving his goals and overwhelmed by Cimon’s courage and success, chose to end his own life. Cimon, focused on his ambitious plans, kept his navy near the island of Cyprus and sent messengers to consult the oracle of Jupiter Ammon about a private matter. The specifics of this inquiry remain unclear, and the god provided no answer, instructing them to return because Cimon was already in his presence. Upon hearing this, they returned to sea, and as soon as they reached the Greek army, which was then near Egypt, they learned that Cimon had died; calculating the timing of the oracle, they realized that his death had been foretold since he was already among the gods.
He died, some say, of sickness, while besieging Citium, in Cyprus; according to others, of a wound he received in a skirmish with the barbarians. When he perceived he should die, he commanded those under his charge to return, and by no means to let the news of his death be known by the way; this they did with such secrecy that they all came home safe, and neither their enemies nor the allies knew what had happened. Thus, as Phanodemus relates, the Grecian army was, as it were, conducted by Cimon, thirty days after he was dead. But after his death there was not one commander among the Greeks that did anything considerable against the barbarians, and instead of uniting against their common enemies, the popular leaders and partisans of war animated them against one another to that degree, that none could interpose their good offices to reconcile them. And while, by their mutual discord, they ruined the power of Greece, they gave the Persians time to recover breath, and repair all their losses. It is true, indeed, Agesilaus carried the arms of Greece into Asia, but it was a long time after; there were, indeed, some brief appearances of a war against the king’s lieutenants in the maritime provinces, but they all quickly vanished; before he could perform anything of moment, he was recalled by fresh civil dissensions and disturbances at home. So that he was forced to leave the Persian king’s officers to impose what tribute they pleased on the Greek cities in Asia, the confederates and allies of the Lacedaemonians. Whereas, in the time of Cimon, not so much as a letter-carrier, or a single horseman, was ever seen to come within four hundred furlongs of the sea.
He died, some say, due to illness while laying siege to Citium in Cyprus; others claim he died from a wound suffered in a skirmish with the barbarians. When he realized he was going to die, he ordered his men to return and instructed them not to let anyone know about his death. They managed to keep it so secret that they all got home safely, and neither their enemies nor their allies knew what had happened. Thus, as Phanodemus recounts, the Greek army was essentially led by Cimon, thirty days after he had died. However, after his death, none of the Greek commanders did anything significant against the barbarians, and instead of coming together against their common enemies, the popular leaders and war partisans stirred them up against each other to the point where no one could step in and mediate. While their infighting weakened the power of Greece, it gave the Persians time to regroup and recover from their losses. It’s true that Agesilaus took the Greek forces into Asia, but that happened much later; there were some brief moments of conflict against the king’s officers in the coastal regions, but they quickly faded; before he could achieve anything substantial, he was called back due to new civil disputes and unrest at home. As a result, he had to leave the Persian king’s officials free to impose whatever tribute they wanted on the Greek cities in Asia, the confederates and allies of the Lacedaemonians. In contrast, during Cimon's time, not even a letter-carrier or a single horseman was seen within four hundred furlongs of the sea.
The monuments, called Cimonian to this day, in Athens, show that his remains were conveyed home, yet the inhabitants of the city Citium pay particular honor to a certain tomb which they call the tomb of Cimon, according to Nausicrates the rhetorician, who states that in a time of famine, when the crops of their land all failed, they sent to the oracle, which commanded them not to forget Cimon, but give him the honors of a superior being. Such was the Greek commander.
The monuments, still known as Cimonian today, in Athens, indicate that his remains were brought back home. However, the people of the city Citium show special respect for a specific tomb they refer to as the tomb of Cimon. According to Nausicrates the rhetorician, during a time of famine when their crops failed, they consulted the oracle, which instructed them not to forget Cimon and to honor him like a superior being. Such was the Greek commander.
LUCULLUS
Lucullus’s grandfather had been consul; his uncle by the mother’s sister was Metellus, surnamed Numidicus. As for his parents, his father was convicted of extortion, and his mother Caecilia’s reputation was bad. The first thing that Lucullus did before ever he stood for any office, or meddled with the affairs of state, being then but a youth, was, to accuse the accuser of his father, Servilius the augur, having caught him in an offense against the state. This thing was much taken notice of among the Romans, who commended it as an act of high merit. Even without the provocation, the accusation was esteemed no unbecoming action, for they delighted to see young men as eagerly attacking injustice, as good dogs do wild beasts. But when great animosities ensued, insomuch that some were wounded and killed in the fray, Servilius escaped. Lucullus followed his studies, and became a competent speaker, in both Greek and Latin, insomuch that Sylla, when composing the commentaries of his own life and actions, dedicated them to him, as one who could have performed the task better himself. His speech was not only elegant and ready for purposes of mere business, like the ordinary oratory which will in the public market-place,
Lucullus's grandfather was a consul, and his uncle through his mother's sister was Metellus, known as Numidicus. As for his parents, his father was convicted of extortion, and his mother Caecilia had a bad reputation. The first thing Lucullus did, even before he ran for any office or got involved in state matters while still a youth, was to accuse his father's accuser, Servilius the augur, after catching him committing an offense against the state. This gained a lot of attention among the Romans, who praised it as a commendable act. Even without the provocation, the accusation was seen as honorable because they enjoyed seeing young men passionately fighting against injustice, much like good dogs chasing wild beasts. However, when serious conflicts arose, resulting in some being wounded and killed, Servilius managed to escape. Lucullus continued his studies and became a skilled speaker in both Greek and Latin, to the extent that Sulla, while writing about his own life and actions, dedicated his work to Lucullus, believing he could have done the task even better. His speech was not only polished and ready for everyday business but also elevated beyond the typical oratory found in the public marketplace.
Lash as a wounded tunny does the sea,
Lash like a hurt tuna does the sea,
but on every other occasion shows itself
but on every other occasion, it reveals itself
Dried up and perished with the want of wit;
Dried up and gone due to a lack of intelligence;
but even in his younger days he addicted himself to the study, simply for its own sake, of the liberal arts; and when advanced in years, after a life of conflicts, he gave his mind, as it were, its liberty, to enjoy in full leisure the refreshment of philosophy; and summoning up his contemplative faculties, administered a timely check, after his difference with Pompey, to his feelings of emulation and ambition. Besides what has been said of his love of learning already, one instance more was, that in his youth, upon a suggestion of writing the Marsian war in Greek and Latin verse and prose, arising out of some pleasantry that passed into a serious proposal, he agreed with Hortensius the lawyer, and Sisenna the historian, that he would take his lot; and it seems that the lot directed him to the Greek tongue, for a Greek history of that war is still extant.
but even in his younger days, he devoted himself to the study of the liberal arts purely for its own sake; and as he got older, after a life of struggles, he allowed his mind, so to speak, to be free, so he could fully enjoy the refreshment of philosophy in his leisure time; and by calling upon his reflective abilities, he gave a timely check, following his disagreement with Pompey, to his feelings of rivalry and ambition. In addition to what has already been mentioned about his love of learning, one more instance is that in his youth, sparked by a lighthearted suggestion of writing about the Marsian war in Greek and Latin verses and prose—which stemmed from a playful idea that turned into a serious proposal—he made an agreement with the lawyer Hortensius and the historian Sisenna that he would take his chance; and it seems that chance led him to the Greek language, for a Greek history of that war still exists today.
Among the many signs of the great love which he bore to his brother Marcus, one in particular is commemorated by the Romans. Though he was elder brother, he would not step into authority without him, but deferred his own advance until his brother was qualified to bear a share with him, and so won upon the people, as when absent to be chosen Aedile with him.
Among the many signs of the deep love he had for his brother Marcus, one stands out in particular and is remembered by the Romans. Although he was the older brother, he wouldn’t take on authority without him; instead, he postponed his own progress until his brother was ready to share in it. This earned him the people's support, as he was chosen as Aedile alongside him, even while being away.
He gave many and early proofs of his valor and conduct, in the Marsian war, and was admired by Sylla for his constancy and mildness, and always employed in affairs of importance, especially in the mint; most of the money for carrying on the Mithridatic war being coined by him in Peloponnesus, which, by the soldiers’ wants, was brought into rapid circulation, and long continued current under the name of Lucullean coin. After this, when Sylla conquered Athens, and was victorious by land, but found the supplies for his army cut off, the enemy being master at sea, Lucullus was the man whom he sent into Libya and Egypt, to procure him shipping. It was the depth of winter when he ventured with but three small Greek vessels, and as many Rhodian galleys, not only into the main sea, but also among multitudes of vessels belonging to the enemies, who were cruising about as absolute masters. Arriving at Crete, he gained it; and finding the Cyrenians harassed by long tyrannies and wars, he composed their troubles, and settled their government; putting the city in mind of that saying which Plato once had oracularly uttered of them, who, being requested to prescribe laws to them, and mold them into some sound form of government, made answer, that it was a hard thing to give laws to the Cyrenians, abounding, as they did, in wealth and plenty. For nothing is more intractable than man when in felicity, nor anything more docile, when he has been reduced and humbled by fortune. This made the Cyrenians so willingly submit to the laws which Lucullus imposed upon them. From thence sailing into Egypt, and, pressed by pirates, he lost most of his vessels; but he himself narrowly escaping, made a magnificent entry into Alexandria. The whole fleet, a compliment due only to royalty, met him in full array, and the young Ptolemy showed wonderful kindness to him, appointing him lodging and diet in the palace, where no foreign commander before him had been received. Besides, he gave him gratuities and presents, not such as were usually given to men of his condition, but four times as much; of which, however, he took nothing more than served his necessity, and accepted of no gift, though what was worth eighty talents was offered him. It is reported he neither went to see Memphis, nor any of the celebrated wonders of Egypt. It was for a man of no business and much curiosity to see such things, not for him who had left his commander in the field, lodging under the ramparts of his enemies.
He demonstrated his bravery and leadership early on during the Marsian war, earning Sylla's admiration for his steadfastness and kindness. He was consistently involved in important matters, particularly in the mint, where he minted most of the currency used for the Mithridatic war in Peloponnesus. This currency quickly circulated among the soldiers, remaining in use for a long time under the name Lucullean coin. Later, when Sylla defeated Athens and secured victories on land but faced shortages because the enemy controlled the sea, he sent Lucullus to Libya and Egypt to find ships. In the middle of winter, Lucullus set out with just three small Greek vessels and several Rhodian galleys, navigating not only the open sea but also a swarm of enemy ships that were patrolling the waters. Upon arriving in Crete, he successfully took control and helped the Cyrenians, who were suffering from long-standing tyranny and warfare, by resolving their issues and establishing a new government. He reminded the city of what Plato had once said about them, that creating laws for the Cyrenians, who were rich and prosperous, was quite challenging. There's nothing more stubborn than a person who is thriving, nor more compliant than one who has been humbled by fate. This perspective led the Cyrenians to willingly accept the laws Lucullus laid down for them. After that, he sailed to Egypt but lost most of his ships due to pirate attacks; however, he narrowly escaped and made a grand entrance into Alexandria. The entire fleet, a courtesy typically reserved for royalty, welcomed him, and the young Ptolemy treated him with great generosity, providing him with accommodations and meals in the palace, a privilege no foreign commander had received before. Furthermore, he bestowed upon Lucullus gifts and offerings that were far beyond what was customary for someone of his rank—four times the usual amount. Nevertheless, Lucullus accepted only what he needed and rejected gifts, even those valued at eighty talents. Reports indicate that he did not visit Memphis or any of Egypt's renowned wonders. It was more fitting for a curious person with no pressing responsibilities to explore such sites, not for someone who had left his leader in battle while sleeping near the enemy's fortifications.
Ptolemy, fearing the issue of that war, deserted the confederacy, but nevertheless sent a convoy with him as far as Cyprus, and at parting, with much ceremony, wishing him a good voyage, gave him a very precious emerald set in gold. Lucullus at first refused it, but when the king showed him his own likeness cut upon it, he thought he could not persist in a denial, for had he parted with such open offense, it might have endangered his passage. Drawing a considerable squadron together, which he summoned, as he sailed by, out of all the maritime towns, except those suspected of piracy, he sailed for Cyprus; and there understanding that the enemy lay in wait under the promontories for him, he laid up his fleet, and sent to the cities to send in provisions for his wintering among them. But when time served, he launched his ships suddenly, and went off, and hoisting all his sails in the night, while he kept them down in the day, thus came safe to Rhodes. Being furnished with ships at Rhodes, he also prevailed upon the inhabitants of Cos and Cnidus, to leave the king’s side, and join in an expedition against the Samians. Out of Chios he himself drove the king’s party, and set the Colophonians at liberty, having seized Epigonus the tyrant, who oppressed them.
Ptolemy, worried about the outcome of the war, left the alliance but still sent a convoy with him to Cyprus. As they parted, he wished him a safe journey with much ceremony and gifted him a valuable emerald set in gold. Lucullus initially declined it, but when the king showed him his own likeness engraved on it, he felt he couldn’t refuse, as doing so might jeopardize his journey. Gathering a significant fleet, which he called forth from all the coastal towns, except for those suspected of piracy, he set sail for Cyprus. Once there, he learned that the enemy was waiting for him under the cliffs, so he laid up his fleet and requested provisions from the cities for his wintering. When the time was right, he suddenly launched his ships and headed out, raising all sails at night while keeping them down during the day, and safely arrived in Rhodes. Once in Rhodes, he secured ships and convinced the people of Cos and Cnidus to switch sides and join him in an expedition against the Samians. He personally drove out the king’s faction from Chios and freed the Colophonians, capturing Epigonus the tyrant who had been oppressing them.
About this time Mithridates left Pergamus, and retired to Pitane, where being closely besieged by Fimbria on the land, and not daring to engage with so bold and victorious a commander, he was concerting means for escape by sea, and sent for all his fleets from every quarter to attend him. Which when Fimbria perceived, having no ships of his own, he sent to Lucullus, entreating him to assist him with his, in subduing the most odious and warlike of kings, lest the opportunity of humbling Mithridates, the prize which the Romans had pursued with so much blood and trouble, should now at last be lost, when he was within the net, and easily to be taken. And were he caught, no one would be more highly commended than Lucullus, who stopped his passage and seized him in his flight. Being driven from the land by the one, and met in the sea by the other, he would give matter of renown and glory to them both, and the much applauded actions of Sylla at Orchomenus and about Chaeronea, would no longer be thought of by the Romans. The proposal was no unreasonable thing; it being obvious to all men, that if Lucullus had hearkened to Fimbria, and with his navy, which was then near at hand, had blocked up the haven, the war soon had been brought to an end, and infinite numbers of mischiefs prevented thereby. But he, whether from the sacredness of friendship between himself and Sylla, reckoning all other considerations of public or of private advantage inferior to it, or out of detestation of the wickedness of Fimbria, whom he abhorred for advancing himself by the late death of his friend and the general of the army, or by a divine fortune sparing Mithridates then, that he might have him an adversary for a time to come, for whatever reason, refused to comply, and suffered Mithridates to escape and laugh at the attempts of Fimbria. He himself alone first, near Lectum in Troas, in a sea-fight, overcame the king’s ships; and afterwards, discovering Neoptolemus lying in wait for him near Tenedos, with a greater fleet, he went aboard a Rhodian quinquereme galley, commended by Damagoras, a man of great experience at sea, and friendly to the Romans, and sailed before the rest. Neoptolemus made up furiously at him, and commanded the master, with all imaginable might, to charge; but Damagoras, fearing the bulk and massy stem of the admiral, thought it dangerous to meet him prow to prow, and, rapidly wheeling round, bid his men back water, and so received him astern; in which place, though violently borne upon, he received no manner of harm, the blow being defeated by falling on those parts of the ship which lay under water. By which time, the rest of the fleet coming up to him, Lucullus gave order to turn again, and vigorously falling, upon the enemy, put them to flight, and pursued Neoptolemus. After this he came to Sylla, in Chersonesus, as he was preparing to pass the strait, and brought timely assistance for the safe transportation of the army.
Around this time, Mithridates left Pergamus and retreated to Pitane, where he was under heavy siege by Fimbria on land. Not wanting to confront such a bold and successful commander, he was planning an escape by sea and called for all his fleets from different places to join him. When Fimbria noticed this and, having no ships of his own, he reached out to Lucullus, asking for help with his ships to defeat the most despised and warrior-like of kings. He feared that the chance to subdue Mithridates, a goal the Romans had pursued with so much bloodshed and effort, might be lost just when victory was within reach. If Mithridates were captured, Lucullus would be highly praised for intercepting him during his escape. With Fimbria driving him from land and Lucullus confronting him at sea, both commanders would gain lasting fame, and the celebrated deeds of Sylla at Orchomenus and Chaeronea would fade from Roman memory. The request was not unreasonable; it was clear to everyone that if Lucullus had listened to Fimbria and used his nearby fleet to block the harbor, the war could have ended quickly, preventing countless troubles. However, whether out of loyalty to his friendship with Sylla, considering other public or private benefits unimportant, or out of disgust for Fimbria, who had advanced his own position through the recent death of his friend and commander, or perhaps due to some divine fortune that allowed Mithridates to escape so he could be a future foe, Lucullus refused to help and let Mithridates slip away, mocking Fimbria's efforts. Lucullus himself first defeated the king's ships near Lectum in Troas during a naval battle. Later, upon spotting Neoptolemus waiting for him near Tenedos with a larger fleet, he boarded a Rhodian quinquereme advised by Damagoras, an experienced naval commander who was friendly to the Romans, and sailed ahead of the others. Neoptolemus charged at him fiercely and ordered his captain to attack with all possible force. However, Damagoras, fearing the size and weight of the enemy's flagship, deemed it dangerous to confront them head-on. Quickly maneuvering, he ordered his crew to back water and engaged them from the rear. In this position, despite being forcefully attacked, they sustained no damage, as the impact hit the submerged sections of the ship. By the time the rest of the fleet joined Lucullus, he commanded a counterattack and decisively routed the enemy, pursuing Neoptolemus. After this victory, he went to Sylla in Chersonesus, where Sylla was preparing to cross the strait, and provided timely support for the safe transport of the army.
Peace being presently made, Mithridates sailed off to the Euxine sea, but Sylla taxed the inhabitants of Asia twenty thousand talents, and ordered Lucullus to gather and coin the money. And it was no small comfort to the cities under Sylla’s severity, that a man of not only incorrupt and just behavior, but also of moderation, should be employed in so heavy and odious an office. The Mitylenaeans, who absolutely revolted, he was willing should return to their duty, and submit to a moderate penalty for the offense they had given in the case of Marius. But, finding them bent upon their own destruction, he came up to them, defeated them at sea, blocked them up in their city and besieged them; then sailing off from them openly in the day to Elaea, he returned privately, and posting an ambush near the city, lay quiet himself: And on the Mitylenaeans coming out eagerly and in disorder to plunder the deserted camp, he fell upon them, took many of them, and slew five hundred, who stood upon their defense. He gained six thousand slaves, and a very rich booty.
With peace established, Mithridates sailed off to the Black Sea, but Sylla imposed a tax of twenty thousand talents on the people of Asia and instructed Lucullus to collect and mint the money. The cities suffering under Sylla's harsh rule found some comfort in having a man of integrity, fairness, and moderation assigned to such a difficult and unpopular task. The Mitylenaeans, who had completely rebelled, he hoped would return to obedience and accept a reasonable punishment for their wrongdoing against Marius. However, seeing that they were determined to bring about their own ruin, he went to confront them, defeated them at sea, trapped them in their city, and laid siege to them. Then, leaving them during the day to sail to Elaea, he returned secretly, setting up an ambush near the city while keeping himself hidden. When the Mitylenaeans rushed out recklessly to loot the abandoned camp, he attacked, capturing many and killing five hundred who tried to defend themselves. He also secured six thousand slaves and a substantial amount of loot.
He was no way engaged in the great and general troubles of Italy which Sylla and Marius created, a happy providence at that time detaining him in Asia upon business. He was as much in Sylla’s favor, however, as any of his other friends; Sylla, as was said before, dedicated his Memoirs to him as a token of kindness, and at his death, passing by Pompey, made him guardian to his son; which seems, indeed, to have been the rise of the quarrel and jealousy between them two being both young men, and passionate for honor.
He wasn't involved in the major troubles in Italy caused by Sylla and Marius because a fortunate circumstance kept him in Asia for business at that time. He was just as favored by Sylla as any of his other friends; Sylla, as mentioned earlier, dedicated his Memoirs to him as a sign of goodwill, and at his death, he made him the guardian of his son, bypassing Pompey. This seems to have sparked the rivalry and jealousy between the two young men, both eager for honor.
A little after Sylla’s death, he was made consul with Marcus Cotta, about the one hundred and seventy-sixth Olympiad. The Mithridatic war being then under debate, Marcus declared that it was not finished, but only respited for a time, and therefore, upon choice of provinces, the lot falling to Lucullus to have Gaul within the Alps, a province where no great action was to be done, he was ill-pleased. But chiefly, the success of Pompey in Spain fretted him, as, with the renown he got there, if the Spanish war were finished in time, he was likely to be chosen general before anyone else against Mithridates. So that when Pompey sent for money, and signified by letter that, unless it were sent him, he would leave the country and Sertorius, and bring his forces home to Italy, Lucullus most zealously supported his request, to prevent any pretence of his returning home during his own consulship; for all things would have been at his disposal, at the head of so great an army. For Cethegus, the most influential popular leader at that time, owing to his always both acting and speaking to please the people, had, as it happened, a hatred to Lucullus, who had not concealed his disgust at his debauched, insolent, and lawless life. Lucullus, therefore, was at open warfare with him. And Lucius Quintius, also, another demagogue, who was taking steps against Sylla’s constitution, and endeavoring to put things out of order, by private exhortations and public admonitions he checked in his designs, and repressed his ambition, wisely and safely remedying a great evil at the very outset.
A little after Sylla’s death, he became consul with Marcus Cotta, around the one hundred seventy-sixth Olympiad. The Mithridatic war was being discussed, and Marcus declared that it wasn’t over but just paused for a while. When the provinces were being assigned, the lot fell to Lucullus to take Gaul within the Alps, a region where not much significant action was expected, and he was not happy about it. However, he was mostly irritated by Pompey’s success in Spain because, with the fame he gained there, he was likely to be chosen as the general against Mithridates if the Spanish war wrapped up in time. So, when Pompey requested money and indicated in a letter that if it wasn’t sent, he would leave the country and Sertorius while bringing his forces home to Italy, Lucullus eagerly supported his request. He wanted to prevent any chance of Pompey returning home during his own consulship because everything would be under his control with such a large army. Cethegus, the most influential popular leader at that time who always acted and spoke to please the people, happened to have a grudge against Lucullus, who had openly expressed his disdain for Cethegus’s debauched, arrogant, and lawless lifestyle. Therefore, Lucullus was in direct conflict with him. Lucius Quintius, another demagogue, was also working against Sylla’s constitution and trying to create chaos. Lucullus effectively countered his efforts and kept his ambition in check, wisely and safely addressing a significant problem right at the start.
At this time news came that Octavius, the governor of Cilicia, was dead, and many were eager for the place, courting Cethegus, as the man best able to serve them. Lucullus set little value upon Cilicia itself, no otherwise than as he thought, by his acceptance of it, no other man besides himself might be employed in the war against Mithridates, by reason of its nearness to Cappadocia. This made him strain every effort that that province might be allotted to himself, and to none other; which led him at last into an expedient not so honest or commendable, as it was serviceable for compassing his design, submitting to necessity against his own inclination. There was one Praecia, a celebrated wit and beauty, but in other respects nothing better than an ordinary harlot; who, however, to the charms of her person adding the reputation of one that loved and served her friends, by making use of those who visited her to assist their designs and promote their interests, had thus gained great power. She had seduced Cethegus, the first man at that time in reputation and authority of all the city, and enticed him to her love, and so had made all authority follow her. For nothing of moment was done in which Cethegus was not concerned, and nothing by Cethegus without Praecia. This woman Lucullus gained to his side by gifts and flattery, (and a great price it was in itself to so stately and magnificent a dame, to be seen engaged in the same cause with Lucullus,) and thus he presently found Cethegus his friend, using his utmost interest to procure Cilicia for him; which when once obtained, there was no more need of applying himself either to Praecia, or Cethegus; for all unanimously voted him to the Mithridatic war, by no hands likely to be so successfully managed as his. Pompey was still contending with Sertorius, and Metellus by age unfit for service; which two alone were the competitors who could prefer any claim with Lucullus for that command. Cotta, his colleague, after much ado in the senate, was sent away with a fleet to guard the Propontis, and defend Bithynia.
At this time, news arrived that Octavius, the governor of Cilicia, had died, and many were eager to take his place, seeking the favor of Cethegus, whom they saw as the best person to help them. Lucullus didn’t care much about Cilicia itself; he just thought that by taking it, he would ensure that no one else could lead the war against Mithridates, given its proximity to Cappadocia. This drove him to do everything possible to secure that province for himself, and for no one else, which eventually led him to a plan that, while not very honest or admirable, was effective for achieving his goal, submitting to his circumstances against his wishes. There was a woman named Praecia, known for her sharp wit and beauty, but otherwise nothing more than a common prostitute. However, by combining her looks with a reputation for caring for her friends, using those who visited her to support their ambitions and advance their interests, she gained significant influence. She had seduced Cethegus, who at that time was the most respected and powerful man in the city, and pulled him into her affections, effectively making him follow her lead. Nothing important happened without Cethegus being involved, and nothing Cethegus did was without Praecia. Lucullus won her over with gifts and flattery, which was a considerable achievement for someone as proud and grand as her to be seen backing Lucullus. As a result, he found Cethegus on his side, using all his influence to secure Cilicia for him; once he achieved this, Lucullus no longer needed to approach either Praecia or Cethegus since everyone unanimously recommended him for the Mithridatic war, believing no one else could handle it as effectively as he could. Pompey was still battling Sertorius, and Metellus was too old for service; those two were the only ones left who could contest Lucullus for that command. Cotta, his colleague, after much debate in the senate, was sent away with a fleet to guard the Propontis and protect Bithynia.
Lucullus carried with him a legion under his own orders, and crossed over into Asia and took the command of the forces there, composed of men who were all thoroughly disabled by dissoluteness and rapine, and the Fimbrians, as they were called, utterly unmanageable by long want of any sort of discipline. For these were they who under Fimbria had slain Flaccus, the consul and general, and afterwards betrayed Fimbria to Sylla; a willful and lawless set of men, but warlike, expert, and hardy in the field. Lucullus in a short time took down the courage of these, and disciplined the others, who then first, in all probability, knew what a true commander and governor was; whereas in former times they had been courted to service, and took up arms at nobody’s command, but their own wills.
Lucullus brought along a legion he commanded himself and crossed into Asia, taking control of the forces there, made up of men who were all deeply corrupted by debauchery and theft, along with the Fimbrians, who were impossible to manage due to having no discipline for a long time. These were the ones who, under Fimbria, had killed Flaccus, the consul and general, and later betrayed Fimbria to Sylla; they were unruly and lawless, yet skilled and tough fighters in battle. In a short time, Lucullus broke their spirit and trained the others, who probably for the first time understood what a true commander and leader was; previously, they had been coaxed into service and had taken up arms only when it suited their own desires.
The enemy’s provisions for war stood thus; Mithridates, like the Sophists, boastful and haughty at first, set upon the Romans, with a very inefficient army, such, indeed, as made a good show, but was nothing for use. But being shamefully routed, and taught a lesson for a second engagement, he reduced his forces to a proper, serviceable shape. Dispensing with the mixed multitudes, and the noisy menaces of barbarous tribes of various languages, and with the ornaments of gold and precious stones, a greater temptation to the victors than security to the bearers, he gave his men broad swords like the Romans’, and massy shields; chose horses better for service than show, drew up an hundred and twenty thousand foot in the figure of the Roman phalanx, and had sixteen thousand horse, besides chariots armed with scythes, no less than a hundred. Besides which, he set out a fleet not at all cumbered with gilded cabins, luxurious baths and women’s furniture, but stored with weapons and darts, and other necessaries, and thus made a descent upon Bithynia. Not only did these parts willingly receive him again, but almost all Asia regarded him as their salvation from the intolerable miseries which they were suffering from the Roman money-lenders, and revenue farmers. These, afterwards, who like harpies stole away their very nourishment, Lucullus drove away, and at this time by reproving them, did what he could to make them more moderate, and to prevent a general secession, then breaking out in all parts. While Lucullus was detained in rectifying these matters, Cotta, finding affairs ripe for action, prepared for battle with Mithridates; and news coming from all hands that Lucullus had already entered Phrygia, on his march against the enemy, he, thinking he had a triumph all but actually in his hands, lest his colleague should share in the glory of it, hasted to battle without him. But being routed, both by sea and land, he lost sixty ships with their men, and four thousand foot, and himself was forced into and besieged in Chalcedon, there waiting for relief from Lucullus. There were those about Lucullus who would have had him leave Cotta and go forward, in hope of surprising the defenseless kingdom of Mithridates. And this was the feeling of the soldiers in general, who wore indignant that Cotta should by his ill-counsel not only lose his own army, but hinder them also from conquest, which at that time, without the hazard of a battle, they might have obtained. But Lucullus, in a public address, declared to them that he would rather save one citizen from the enemy, than be master of all that they had.
The enemy’s war supplies were as follows: Mithridates, initially arrogant and full of himself like the Sophists, attacked the Romans with a poorly organized army that looked impressive but was ineffective. After suffering a shameful defeat and learning a lesson from a second encounter, he shaped his forces into a more capable force. He got rid of the mixed crowds, the loud threats from barbaric tribes speaking different languages, and eliminated the distractions of gold and jewels that tempted victors more than they helped his soldiers. Instead, he equipped his men with broad Roman-style swords and sturdy shields; he organized 120,000 infantry in the Roman phalanx formation and included 16,000 cavalry, along with 100 chariots armed with scythes. He also put together a fleet that wasn’t cluttered with gilded cabins, luxurious baths, or women's furnishings, but was instead stocked with weapons, darts, and other essentials, allowing him to launch an invasion of Bithynia. The local areas welcomed him back, and almost all of Asia saw him as their hope from the unbearable suffering caused by Roman moneylenders and tax collectors. These tax collectors, who had been like harpies stealing their very sustenance, were driven away by Lucullus, who tried to make them more reasonable and prevent a widespread rebellion that was breaking out everywhere. While Lucullus was occupied fixing these issues, Cotta found the situation favorable for action and prepared to fight Mithridates. News came from all directions that Lucullus had already entered Phrygia, moving against the enemy. Feeling he was on the verge of a triumph and wanting to claim the glory for himself before his colleague could share in it, he rushed into battle without Lucullus. However, he was defeated both at sea and on land, losing 60 ships and their crews, along with 4,000 infantry, and he ended up trapped and besieged in Chalcedon, waiting for help from Lucullus. Some around Lucullus urged him to abandon Cotta and advance, hoping to catch the undefended kingdom of Mithridates by surprise. This sentiment was shared by the soldiers, who were frustrated that Cotta's poor decisions not only caused him to lose his army but also prevented them from seizing an easy victory at that moment. But Lucullus declared publicly that he would rather save one citizen from the enemy than conquer all that they had.
Archelaus, the former commander in Boeotia under Mithridates, who afterwards deserted him and accompanied the Romans, protested to Lucullus that, upon his mere coming, he would possess himself of all Pontus. But he answered, that it did not become him to be more cowardly than huntsmen, to leave the wild beasts abroad, and seek after sport in their deserted dens. Having so said, he made towards Mithridates with thirty thousand foot, and two thousand five hundred horse. But on being come in sight of his enemies, he was astonished at their numbers, and thought to forbear fighting, and wear out time. But Marius, whom Sertorius had sent out of Spain to Mithridates with forces under him, stepping out and challenging him, he prepared for battle. In the very instant before joining battle, without any perceptible alteration preceding, on a sudden the sky opened, and a large luminous body fell down in the midst between the armies, in shape like a hogshead, but in color like melted silver, insomuch that both armies in alarm withdrew. This wonderful prodigy happened in Phrygia, near Otryae. Lucullus after this began to think with himself that no human power and wealth could suffice to sustain such great numbers as Mithridates had, for any long time in the face of an enemy, and commanded one of the captives to be brought before him, and first of all asked him, how many companions had been quartered with him, and how much provision he had left behind him, and when he had answered him, commanded him to stand aside; then asked a second and a third the same question; after which, comparing the quantity of provision with the men, he found that in three or four days’ time, his enemies would be brought to want. This all the more determined him to trust to time, and he took measures to store his camp with all sorts of provision, and thus living in plenty, trusted to watch the necessities of his hungry enemy.
Archelaus, the former commander in Boeotia under Mithridates, who later abandoned him to join the Romans, told Lucullus that he would take control of all Pontus as soon as he arrived. But Lucullus replied that it wouldn’t make sense for him to be more cowardly than hunters, leaving wild animals unchallenged and instead looking for sport in their empty dens. After saying this, he marched toward Mithridates with thirty thousand infantry and two thousand five hundred cavalry. However, upon seeing his enemies, he was taken aback by their numbers and thought about avoiding combat to let time pass. But Marius, whom Sertorius had sent from Spain to Mithridates with his own forces, stepped forward and challenged him, prompting Lucullus to prepare for battle. Just before the two sides engaged, without any warning, the sky opened up, and a large bright object fell right between the armies, shaped like a hogshead but colored like melted silver, causing both armies to retreat in fear. This strange event occurred in Phrygia, near Otryae. After this, Lucullus began to realize that no amount of human power or wealth could sustain such a large force as Mithridates had for very long against an enemy. He ordered one of the captives to be brought before him and first asked how many men had been with him and how much food he had left behind. After the captive answered, Lucullus told him to step aside and asked a second and a third captive the same questions. Comparing the amount of food with the number of men, he concluded that within three or four days, his enemies would be in short supply. This further convinced him to rely on time, and he took steps to stockpile his camp with various provisions, ensuring that while he lived in abundance, he could watch and wait for his starving opponent.
This made Mithridates set out against the Cyzicenians, miserably shattered in the fight at Chalcedon, where they lost no less than three thousand citizens and ten ships. And that he might the safer steal away unobserved by Lucullus, immediately after supper, by the help of a dark and wet night, he went off and by the morning gained the neighborhood of the city, and sat down with his forces upon the Adrastean mount. Lucullus, on finding him gone, pursued, but was well pleased not to overtake him with his own forces in disorder; and he sat down near what is called the Thracian village, an admirable position for commanding all the roads and the places whence, and through which the provisions for Mithridates’s camp must of necessity come. And judging now of the event, he no longer kept his mind from his soldiers, but when the camp was fortified and their work finished, called them together, and with great assurance told them that in a few days, without the expense of blood, he would give them victory.
This made Mithridates set out against the Cyzicenians, who were badly defeated in the fight at Chalcedon, where they lost at least three thousand citizens and ten ships. To escape unnoticed by Lucullus, he left right after dinner, taking advantage of the dark and rainy night. By morning, he reached the area near the city and set up camp on the Adrastean mountain. When Lucullus discovered he was gone, he pursued him but was glad not to catch up with him while his own troops were disorganized. He then camped near what is known as the Thracian village, which was a great spot for controlling all the roads and the routes through which supplies for Mithridates’s camp would inevitably come. Now assessing the situation, he no longer held back from his soldiers, and when the camp was secured and their work was done, he gathered them together and confidently told them that in a few days, without any bloodshed, he would deliver them victory.
Mithridates besieged the Cyzicenians with ten camps by land, and with his ships occupied the strait that was betwixt their city and the main land, and so blocked them up on all sides; they, however, were fully prepared stoutly to receive him, and resolved to endure the utmost extremity, rather than forsake the Romans. That which troubled them most was, that they knew not where Lucullus was, and heard nothing of him, though at that time his army was visible before them. But they were imposed upon by the Mithridatians, who, showing them the Romans encamped on the hills, said, “Do ye see those? those are the auxiliary Armenians and Medes, whom Tigranes has sent to Mithridates.” They were thus overwhelmed with thinking of the vast numbers round them, and could not believe any way of relief was left them, even if Lucullus should come up to their assistance. Demonax, a messenger sent in by Archelaus, was the first who told them of Lucullus’s arrival; but they disbelieved his report, and thought he came with a story invented merely to encourage them. At which time it happened that a boy, a prisoner who had run away from the enemy, was brought before them; who, being asked where Lucullus was, laughed at their jesting, as he thought, but, finding them in earnest, with his finger pointed to the Roman camp; upon which they took courage. The lake Dascylitis was navigated with vessels of some little size; one, the biggest of them, Lucullus drew ashore, and carrying her across in a wagon to the sea, filled her with soldiers, who, sailing along unseen in the dead of the night, came safe into the city.
Mithridates surrounded the Cyzicenians with ten camps on land and blocked the strait between their city and the mainland with his ships, trapping them completely. However, the Cyzicenians were prepared to fiercely defend themselves and were determined to endure any hardship rather than abandon the Romans. What troubled them the most was their uncertainty about Lucullus's whereabouts; they had heard nothing from him, even though his army was nearby. They were misled by the Mithridatians, who pointed out the Romans camped on the hills and claimed, “Do you see those? Those are the auxiliary Armenians and Medes Tigranes sent to Mithridates.” They became overwhelmed, thinking about the large numbers encircling them, and felt hopeless, even if Lucullus were to arrive to help them. Demonax, a messenger sent by Archelaus, was the first to inform them of Lucullus's arrival, but they doubted his claim, assuming he was just trying to boost their spirits. At that moment, a boy, a prisoner who had escaped from the enemy, was brought before them. When asked about Lucullus, he initially thought they were joking, but realizing they were serious, he pointed to the Roman camp, giving them a glimmer of hope. The lake Dascylitis was navigated with smaller boats; Lucullus took one of the largest ashore, transported it across land to the sea in a wagon, filled it with soldiers, and under the cover of night, they safely arrived in the city.
The gods themselves, too, in admiration of the constancy of the Cyzicenians, seem to have animated them with manifest signs, more especially now in the festival of Proserpine, where a black heifer being wanting for sacrifice, they supplied it by a figure made of dough, which they set before the altar. But the holy heifer set apart for the goddess, and at that time grazing with the other herds of the Cyzicenians on the other side of the strait, left the herd and swam over to the city alone, and offered herself for sacrifice. By night, also, the goddess appearing to Aristagoras, the town clerk, “I am come,” said she, “and have brought the Libyan piper against the Pontic trumpeter; bid the citizens, therefore, be of good courage.” While the Cyzicenians were wondering what the words could mean, a sudden wind sprung up and caused a considerable motion on the sea. The king’s battering engines, the wonderful contrivance of Niconides of Thessaly, then under the walls, by their cracking and rattling, soon demonstrated what would follow; after which an extraordinarily tempestuous south wind succeeding shattered in a short space of time all the rest of the works, and by a violent concussion, threw down the wooden tower a hundred cubits high. It is said that in Ilium Minerva appeared to many that night in their sleep, with the sweat running down her person, and showed them her robe torn in one place, telling them that she had just arrived from relieving the Cyzicenians; and the inhabitants to this day show a monument with an inscription, including a public decree, referring to the fact.
The gods, too, admired the determination of the Cyzicenians and seemed to show their support with clear signs, especially during the festival of Proserpine. When a black heifer was lacking for sacrifice, they used a dough figure and placed it before the altar. However, the holy heifer designated for the goddess was grazing with the other herds on the other side of the strait. It left the herd, swam across the city by itself, and offered itself for sacrifice. That night, the goddess appeared to Aristagoras, the town clerk, and said, “I have come and brought the Libyan piper against the Pontic trumpeter; tell the citizens to be brave.” While the Cyzicenians were puzzled by her words, a sudden wind picked up, creating a significant disturbance on the sea. The king’s battering rams, a remarkable invention by Niconides of Thessaly, working under the city walls, soon signaled what was to come with their cracking and rattling. Following that, a powerful south wind quickly destroyed the remaining structures and violently toppled a wooden tower that was a hundred cubits tall. It’s said that in Ilium, Minerva appeared to many people that night in their sleep, with sweat dripping down her body, showing them her robe torn in one spot and telling them she had just come from helping the Cyzicenians. To this day, the inhabitants display a monument with an inscription and a public decree highlighting this event.
Mithridates, through the knavery of his officers, not knowing for some time the want of provision in his camp, was troubled in mind that the Cyzicenians should hold out against him. But his ambition and anger fell, when he saw his soldiers in the extremity of want, and feeding on man’s flesh; as, in truth, Lucullus was not carrying on the war as mere matter of show and stage-play, but according to the proverb, made the seat of war in the belly, and did everything to cut off their supplies of food. Mithridates, therefore, took advantage of the time, while Lucullus was storming a fort, and sent away almost all his horse to Bithynia, with the sumpter cattle, and as many of the foot as were unfit for service. On intelligence of which, Lucullus, while it was yet night, came to his camp, and in the morning, though it was stormy weather, took with him ten cohorts of foot, and the horse, and pursued them under falling snow and in cold so severe that many of his soldiers were unable to proceed; and with the rest coming upon the enemy, near the river Rhyndacus, he overthrew them with so great a slaughter, that the very women of Apollonia came out to seize on the booty and strip the slain. Great numbers, as we may suppose, were slain; six thousand horses were taken, with an infinite number of beasts of burden, and no less than fifteen thousand men. All which he led along by the enemy’s camp. I cannot but wonder on this occasion at Sallust, who says that this was the first time camels were seen by the Romans, as if he thought those who, long before, under Scipio, defeated Antiochus, or those who lately had fought against Archelaus near Orchomenus and Chaeronea, had not known what a camel was. Mithridates, himself fully determined upon flight, as mere delays and diversions for Lucullus, sent his admiral Aristonicus to the Greek sea; who, however, was betrayed in the very instant of going off, and Lucullus became master of him, and ten thousand pieces of gold which he was carrying with him to corrupt some of the Roman army. After which, Mithridates himself made for the sea, leaving the foot officers to conduct the army, upon whom Lucullus fell, near the river Granicus, where he took a vast number alive, and slew twenty thousand. It is reported that the total number killed, of fighting men and of others who followed the camp, amounted to something not far short of three hundred thousand.
Mithridates, due to the treachery of his officers, remained unaware for some time of the lack of supplies in his camp, and he was troubled that the people of Cyzicus were resisting him. However, his ambition and anger faded when he saw his soldiers in dire need, resorting to cannibalism; Lucullus was not waging war for mere show, but was genuinely focused on starving them out, as the saying goes, making war about hunger. Taking advantage of the situation while Lucullus was attacking a fort, Mithridates sent most of his cavalry, along with pack animals and any infantry that couldn't fight, to Bithynia. When Lucullus learned of this, he returned to his camp during the night, and despite stormy weather the next morning, he took ten cohorts of infantry and cavalry, pursuing them through falling snow and freezing temperatures that made it difficult for many of his soldiers to keep up. Eventually, he caught up with the enemy near the river Rhyndacus and defeated them with a massacre so severe that women from Apollonia came out to collect the spoils and strip the dead. Many were killed; six thousand horses were captured along with countless pack animals, and about fifteen thousand men lost their lives. Lucullus led all of this back past the enemy's camp. I can't help but marvel at Sallust, who states that this was the first time Romans encountered camels, as if he believed that those who had previously defeated Antiochus under Scipio, or those who recently fought against Archelaus near Orchomenus and Chaeronea, had any idea what camels were. Determined to flee, Mithridates sent his admiral Aristonicus to the Aegean Sea for a distraction, but he was betrayed just as he was about to leave, and Lucullus captured him along with ten thousand gold coins meant to bribe some of the Roman army. After that, Mithridates himself headed for the sea, leaving the infantry officers to manage the army, and Lucullus attacked them near the river Granicus, capturing a large number alive and killing twenty thousand. It’s said that the total number of killed, including soldiers and camp followers, was around three hundred thousand.
Lucullus first went to Cyzicus, where he was received with all the joy and gratitude suiting the occasion, and then collected a navy, visiting the shores of the Hellespont. And arriving at Troas, he lodged in the temple of Venus, where, in the night, he thought he saw the goddess coming to him, and saying,
Lucullus first went to Cyzicus, where he was welcomed with all the joy and gratitude fitting for the occasion, and then gathered a navy, visiting the shores of the Hellespont. Arriving at Troas, he stayed in the temple of Venus, where, during the night, he believed he saw the goddess approaching him and saying,
Sleep’st thou, great lion, when the fawns are nigh?
Are you sleeping, great lion, when the fawns are nearby?
Rising up hereupon, he called his friends to him, it being yet night, and told them his vision; at which instant some Ilians came up and acquainted him that thirteen of the king’s quinqueremes were seen off the Achaean harbor, sailing for Lemnos. He at once put to sea, took these, and slew their admiral Isidorus. And then he made after another squadron, who were just come into port, and were hauling their vessels ashore, but fought from the decks, and sorely galled Lucullus’s men; there being neither room to sail round them, nor to bear upon them for any damage, his ships being afloat, while theirs stood secure and fixed on the sand. After much ado, at the only landing-place of the island, he disembarked the choicest of his men, who, falling upon the enemy behind, killed some, and forced others to cut their cables, and thus making from the shore, they fell foul upon one another, or came within the reach of Lucullus’s fleet. Many were killed in the action. Among the captives was Marius, the commander sent by Sertorius, who had but one eye. And it was Lucullus’s strict command to his men before the engagement, that they should kill no man who had but one eye, that he might rather die under disgrace and reproach.
Waking up, he called his friends over, even though it was still night, and shared his vision with them. At that moment, some Illyrians arrived and informed him that thirteen of the king's quinqueremes were spotted off the Achaean harbor, heading for Lemnos. He immediately set sail, captured them, and killed their admiral, Isidorus. Then he pursued another squadron that had just arrived at port and was pulling their ships ashore, but they fought from the decks and seriously injured Lucullus's men. There was no way to sail around them or attack them since his ships were afloat while theirs were safely grounded on the sand. After a lot of effort, he managed to disembark the best of his men at the island's only landing spot. They ambushed the enemy from behind, killing some and forcing others to cut their cables. As they tried to escape from the shore, they ended up colliding with each other or coming within reach of Lucullus's fleet. Many were killed in the battle. Among the captives was Marius, the one-eyed commander sent by Sertorius. Lucullus had strictly ordered his men before the fight to spare anyone with one eye so that he would rather die in shame and dishonor.
This being over, he hastened his pursuit after Mithridates, whom he hoped to find still in Bithynia, intercepted by Voconius, whom he sent out before to Nicomedia with part of the fleet, to stop his flight. But Voconius, loitering in Samothrace to get initiated and celebrate a feast, let slip his opportunity, Mithridates being passed by with all his fleet. He, hastening into Pontus before Lucullus should come up to him, was caught in a storm, which dispersed his fleet and sunk several ships. The wreck floated on all the neighboring shore for many days after. The merchant ship, in which he himself was, could not well in that heavy swell be brought ashore by the masters for its bigness, and it being heavy with water and ready to sink, he left it and went aboard a pirate vessel, delivering himself into the hands of pirates, and thus unexpectedly and wonderfully came safe to Heraclea, in Pontus.
Once this was over, he quickly chased after Mithridates, hoping to find him still in Bithynia. He had sent Voconius ahead to Nicomedia with part of the fleet to prevent Mithridates from escaping. However, Voconius delayed in Samothrace to get initiated and celebrate a feast, missing his chance, while Mithridates slipped away with his entire fleet. Mithridates hurried into Pontus before Lucullus could catch up to him, but he ran into a storm that scattered his fleet and sank several ships. The wreckage washed up along the nearby shore for many days afterward. The merchant ship he was on was too big to be brought to shore easily in that rough sea, and since it was heavy with water and about to sink, he abandoned it and boarded a pirate ship, surrendering himself to the pirates. Remarkably, he safely reached Heraclea in Pontus.
Thus the proud language Lucullus had used to the senate, ended without any mischance. For they having decreed him three thousand talents to furnish out a navy, he himself was against it, and sent them word that without any such great and costly supplies, by the confederate shipping alone, he did not in the least doubt but to rout Mithridates from the sea. And so he did, by divine assistance, for it is said that the wrath of Diana of Priapus brought the great tempest upon the men of Pontus, because they had robbed her temple, and removed her image.
So the proud speech Lucullus made to the senate ended without any issues. They had granted him three thousand talents to supply a navy, but he opposed it and sent word that without such large and expensive resources, he was confident he could defeat Mithridates at sea using just the allied ships. And he did, with some divine help, as it’s said that the anger of Diana of Priapus caused a great storm to strike the men of Pontus because they had desecrated her temple and taken her statue.
Many were persuading Lucullus to defer the war, but he rejected their counsel, and marched through Bithynia and Galatia into the king’s country, in such great scarcity of provision at first, that thirty thousand Galatians followed, every man carrying a bushel of wheat at his back. But subduing all in his progress before him, he at last found himself in such great plenty, that an ox was sold in the camp for a single drachma, and a slave for four. The other booty they made no account of, but left it behind or destroyed it; there being no disposing of it, where all had such abundance. But when they had made frequent incursions with their cavalry, and had advanced as far Themiscyra, and the plains of the Thermodon, merely laying waste the country before them, they began to find fault with Lucullus, asking “why he took so many towns by surrender, and never one by storm, which might enrich them with the plunder? and now, forsooth, leaving Amisus behind, a rich and wealthy city, of easy conquest, if closely besieged, he will carry us into the Tibarenian and Chaldean wilderness, to fight with Mithridates.” Lucullus, little thinking this would be of such dangerous consequence as it afterwards proved, took no notice and slighted it; and was rather anxious to excuse himself to those who blamed his tardiness, in losing time about small pitiful places not worth the while, and allowing Mithridates opportunity to recruit. “That is what I design,” said he, “and sit here contriving by my delay, that he may grow great again, and gather a considerable army, which may induce him to stand, and not fly away before us. For do you not see the wide and unknown wilderness behind? Caucasus is not far off, and a multitude of vast mountains, enough to conceal ten thousand kings that wished to avoid a battle. Besides this, a journey but of few days leads from Cabira to Armenia, where Tigranes reigns, king of kings, and holds in his hands a power that has enabled him to keep the Parthians in narrow bounds, to remove Greek cities bodily into Media, to conquer Syria and Palestine, to put to death the kings of the royal line of Seleucus, and carry away their wives and daughters by violence. This same is relation and son-in-law to Mithridates, and cannot but receive him upon entreaty, and enter into war with us to defend him; so that, while we endeavor to depose Mithridates, we shall endanger the bringing in of Tigranes against us, who already has sought occasion to fall out with us, but can never find one so justifiable as the succor of a friend and prince in his necessity. Why, therefore, should we put Mithridates upon this resource, who as yet does not see now he may best fight with us, and disdains to stoop to Tigranes; and not rather allow him time to gather a new army and grow confident again, that we may thus fight with Colchians, and Tibarenians, whom we have often defeated already, and not with Medes and Armenians.”
Many people were urging Lucullus to delay the war, but he ignored their advice and marched through Bithynia and Galatia into the king’s territory. At first, there was such a shortage of supplies that thirty thousand Galatians followed, each man carrying a bushel of wheat on his back. However, as he defeated everyone in his path, he eventually found so much abundance that an ox sold for just one drachma, and a slave for four. They didn’t consider the other loot and either left it behind or destroyed it, since everyone had plenty. After making several raids with their cavalry and advancing as far as Themiscyra and the plains of the Thermodon, merely ravaging the land as they went, they began to criticize Lucullus, asking, “Why does he take so many towns by surrender but never one by storm, which could give us valuable plunder? Now, leaving Amisus, a rich and prosperous city that would be easy to conquer if closely besieged, he wants to take us into the Tibarenian and Chaldean wilderness to fight Mithridates.” Lucullus, not realizing how dangerous this would turn out to be later, ignored their complaints and instead tried to justify himself to those who criticized his delay in wasting time on small, insignificant places that weren’t worth it, allowing Mithridates a chance to regroup. “That’s exactly my plan,” he said, “to sit here and delay so that he can grow stronger and gather a significant army, which might encourage him to stand and not flee from us. Don’t you see the vast, unknown wilderness behind us? Caucasus isn’t far away, and there are many huge mountains that could hide ten thousand kings wanting to avoid battle. Besides, a journey of just a few days leads from Cabira to Armenia, where Tigranes, the king of kings, reigns. He holds enough power to keep the Parthians in check, relocate Greek cities to Media, conquer Syria and Palestine, execute kings from the royal line of Seleucus, and forcibly take their wives and daughters. He is, after all, related to Mithridates and a son-in-law, so he will surely welcome him if asked, and go to war with us to protect him. Therefore, while we’re trying to overthrow Mithridates, we risk bringing Tigranes against us, who has already looked for a reason to clash with us but hasn’t found a justifiable one as compelling as helping a friend and prince in need. So why should we give Mithridates this opportunity, especially since he doesn’t realize how best to fight us now and refuses to bow to Tigranes? Instead, let’s allow him time to gather a new army and regain his confidence so we can fight Colchians and Tibarenians, whom we have already defeated many times, rather than Medes and Armenians.”
Upon these motives, Lucullus sat down before Amisus, and slowly carried on the siege. But the winter being well spent, he left Murena in charge of it, and went himself against Mithridates, then rendezvousing at Cabira, and resolving to await the Romans, with forty thousand foot about him, and fourteen thousand horse, on whom he chiefly confided. Passing the river Lycus, he challenged the Romans into the plains, where the cavalry engaged, and the Romans were beaten. Pomponius, a man of some note, was taken wounded; and sore, and in pain as he was, was carried before Mithridates, and asked by the king, if he would become his friend, if he saved his life. He answered, “yes, if you become reconciled to the Romans; if not, your enemy.” Mithridates wondered at him, and did him no hurt. The enemy being with their cavalry master of the plains, Lucullus was something afraid, and hesitated to enter the mountains, being very large, woody, and almost inaccessible, when, by good luck, some Greeks who had fled into a cave were taken, the eldest of whom, Artemidorus by name, promised to bring Lucullus, and seat him in a place of safety for his army, where there was a fort that overlooked Cabira. Lucullus, believing him, lighted his fires, and marched in the night; and safely passing the defile, gained the place, and in the morning was seen above the enemy, pitching his camp in a place advantageous to descend upon them if he desired to fight, and secure from being forced, if he preferred to lie still. Neither side was willing to engage at present. But it is related that some of the king’s party were hunting a stag, and some Romans wanting to cut them off, came out and met them. Whereupon they skirmished, more still drawing together to each side, and at last the king’s party prevailed, on which the Romans, from their camp seeing their companions fly, were enraged, and ran to Lucullus with entreaties to lead them out, demanding that the sign might be given for battle. But he, that they might know of what consequence the presence and appearance of a wise commander is in time of conflict and danger, ordered them to stand still. But he went down himself into the plains, and meeting with the foremost that fled, commanded them to stand and turn back with him. These obeying, the rest also turned and formed again in a body, and thus, with no great difficulty, drove back the enemies, and pursued them to their camp. After his return, Lucullus inflicted the customary punishment upon the fugitives, and made them dig a trench of twelve foot, working in their frocks unfastened, while the rest stood by and looked on.
Based on these reasons, Lucullus set up camp outside Amisus and slowly laid siege to the city. However, once winter was over, he left Murena in charge of the siege and went to confront Mithridates, who was gathering forces at Cabira with around forty thousand infantry and fourteen thousand cavalry, whom he mostly relied on. After crossing the river Lycus, he challenged the Romans to come out into the plains, where their cavalry clashed, resulting in a victory for the Romans. Pomponius, a notable figure, was captured while wounded. Despite his pain, he was brought before Mithridates, who asked if he would join him if he spared his life. Pomponius replied, “Yes, if you make peace with the Romans; if not, I’ll be your enemy.” Mithridates was surprised by his courage and didn’t harm him. With the enemy cavalry dominating the plains, Lucullus felt anxious and hesitated to move into the vast, wooded, and nearly unreachable mountains. By chance, some Greeks who had escaped into a cave were captured. The oldest of them, named Artemidorus, offered to guide Lucullus to a safe spot for his army, near a fort that overlooked Cabira. Trusting him, Lucullus lit campfires and marched at night, successfully navigating the mountain pass and reaching the location. In the morning, he positioned his camp above the enemy, placing himself in a favorable spot to either attack or remain safe if he chose not to engage. Neither side wanted to fight just yet. It was reported that while some of the king’s men hunted a stag, some Romans attempted to ambush them and met in the woods. This led to skirmishes, with both sides drawing closer together, and ultimately the king’s forces won. Seeing their allies retreat from their camp, the Romans became furious and rushed to Lucullus, pleading for him to lead them out and signal for battle. However, he wanted them to understand the importance of a wise commander’s presence in times of conflict and danger, so he ordered them to stay put. He then went down to the plains himself, encountering the front line of fleeing soldiers, commanding them to halt and return with him. Those who followed his orders encouraged the rest to regroup, and with minimal effort, they pushed the enemies back and chased them to their camp. After returning, Lucullus imposed the usual punishment on the fleeing soldiers, forcing them to dig a trench twelve feet deep while working in their loose garments, as the rest looked on.
There was in Mithridates’s camp, one Olthacus a chief of the Dandarians, a barbarous people living near the lake Maeotis, a man remarkable for strength and courage in fight, wise in council, and pleasant and ingratiating in conversation. He, out of emulation, and a constant eagerness which possessed him to outdo one of the other chiefs of his country, promised a great piece of service to Mithridates, no less than the death of Lucullus. The king commended his resolution, and, according to agreement, counterfeited anger, and put some disgrace upon him; whereupon he took horse, and fled to Lucullus, who kindly received him, being a man of great name in the army. After some short trial of his sagacity and perseverance, he found way to Lucullus’s board and council. The Dandarian, thinking he had a fair opportunity, commanded his servants to lead his horse out of the camp, while he himself, as the soldiers were refreshing and resting themselves, it being then high noon, went to the general’s tent, not at all expecting that entrance would be denied to one who was so familiar with him, and came under pretence of extraordinary business with him. He had certainly been admitted, had not sleep, which has destroyed many captains, saved Lucullus. For so it was, and Menedemus, one of the bedchamber, was standing at the door, who told Olthacus that it was altogether unseasonable to see the general, since, after long watching and hard labor, he was but just before laid down to repose himself. Olthacus would not go away upon this denial, but still persisted, saying that he must go in to speak of some necessary affairs, whereupon Menedemus grew angry, and replied that nothing was more necessary than the safety of Lucullus, and forced him away with both hands. Upon which, out of fear, he straightaway left the camp, took horse, and without effect returned to Mithridates. Thus in action as in physic, it is the critical moment that gives both the fortunate and the fatal effect.
In Mithridates’s camp, there was a guy named Olthacus, a leader of the Dandarians, a fierce tribe living near Lake Maeotis. He was known for his strength and bravery in battle, was wise in decision-making, and had a charming way of speaking. Driven by rivalry and a constant desire to outshine another chief from his homeland, he promised Mithridates he would deliver a significant service, namely, the death of Lucullus. The king praised his determination and, as agreed, pretended to be angry and slighted him; this led Olthacus to mount his horse and flee to Lucullus, who warmly welcomed him, recognizing his reputation in the army. After a brief evaluation of his cleverness and determination, Olthacus gained access to Lucullus’s inner circle. Seizing what he thought was a great opportunity, he instructed his servants to take his horse out of the camp while he, seeing the soldiers resting at midday, approached the general's tent, expecting no barriers since he was familiar with Lucullus and claimed to have urgent business to discuss. He would have been let in if sleep, which has led many leaders to their downfall, hadn’t intervened to protect Lucullus. At that moment, Menedemus, one of the attendants, was at the door and informed Olthacus that it was an inappropriate time to see the general, as Lucullus had just laid down to rest after long hours of watch and hard work. Olthacus refused to leave despite this denial, insisting that he needed to speak about important matters, which made Menedemus angry. He asserted that nothing was more important than Lucullus's safety and physically pushed Olthacus away. Fearing for his safety, Olthacus promptly left the camp and returned to Mithridates without achieving his goal. Thus, in both action and medicine, the critical moment determines whether the outcome is lucky or disastrous.
After this, Sornatius being sent out with ten companies for forage, and pursued by Menander, one of Mithridates’s captains, stood his ground, and after a sharp engagement, routed and slew a considerable number of the enemy. Adrianus being sent afterward, with some forces, to procure food enough and to spare for the camp, Mithridates did not let the opportunity slip, but dispatched Menemachus and Myro, with a great force, both horse and foot, against him, all which except two men, it is stated, were cut off by the Romans. Mithridates concealed the loss, giving it out that it was a small defeat, nothing near so great as reported, and occasioned by the unskillfulness of the leaders. But Adrianus in great pomp passed by his camp, having many wagons full of corn and other booty, filling Mithridates with distress, and the army with confusion and consternation. It was resolved, therefore, to stay no longer. But when the king’s servants sent away their own goods quietly, and hindered others from doing so too, the soldiers in great fury thronged and crowded to the gates, seized on the king’s servants and killed them, and plundered the baggage. Dorylaus, the general, in this confusion, having nothing else besides his purple cloak, lost his life for that, and Hermaeus, the priest, was trod underfoot in the gate.
After this, Sornatius was sent out with ten companies to gather supplies. He was pursued by Menander, one of Mithridates’s captains, but he stood his ground. After a fierce fight, he routed and killed many of the enemy. Later, Adrianus was sent with additional forces to secure enough food for the camp. Mithridates took advantage of this and dispatched Menemachus and Myro, with a large force of both cavalry and infantry, to confront him. According to reports, all but two of their men were killed by the Romans. Mithridates tried to downplay the loss, claiming it was a minor defeat and not as serious as reported, blaming the incompetence of his leaders. However, Adrianus passed by his camp in great splendor, with many wagons filled with grain and other spoils, causing distress for Mithridates and confusion among his troops. It was decided that they could no longer remain. But when the king’s servants quietly began to move their own belongings, preventing others from doing the same, the soldiers became furious, crowded to the gates, seized the king’s servants, killed them, and looted the baggage. In the chaos, Dorylaus, the general, lost his life just for his purple cloak, and Hermaeus, the priest, was trampled at the gate.
Mithridates, having not one of his guards, nor even a groom remaining with him, got out of the camp in the throng, but had none of his horses with him; until Ptolemy, the eunuch, some little time after, seeing him in the press making his way among the others, dismounted and gave his horse to the king. The Romans were already close upon him in their pursuit, nor was it through want of speed that they failed to catch him, but they were as near as possible doing so. But greediness and a petty military avarice hindered them from acquiring that booty, which in so many fights and hazards they had sought after, and lost Lucullus the prize of his victory. For the horse which carried the king was within reach, but one of the mules that carried the treasure either by accident stepping in, or by order of the king so appointed to go between him and the pursuers, they seized and pilfered the gold, and falling out among themselves about the prey, let slip the great prize. Neither was their greediness prejudicial to Lucullus in this only, but also they slew Callistratus, the king’s confidential attendant, under suspicion of having five hundred pieces of gold in his girdle; whereas Lucullus had specially ordered that he should be conveyed safe into the camp. Notwithstanding all which, he gave them leave to plunder the camp.
Mithridates, having no guards or even a groom left with him, slipped out of the camp in the crowd but had none of his horses. A little while later, Ptolemy, the eunuch, spotted him pushing through the crowd and got down from his horse to give it to the king. The Romans were already closing in on him, and it wasn't because they weren't fast enough that they didn't catch him—they were as close as possible. However, their greed and petty military ambition got in the way of seizing what they had long sought after in many battles, causing Lucullus to lose the prize of his victory. The horse carrying the king was within reach, but one of the mules carrying the treasure either accidentally stepped in the way or was placed there by the king to block the pursuers. They grabbed the gold and, fighting among themselves over the loot, let slip the big prize. Their greed not only caused problems for Lucullus here, but they also killed Callistratus, the king’s trusted attendant, suspecting he had five hundred pieces of gold hidden in his belt, even though Lucullus had specifically ordered him to be safely brought into the camp. Despite all this, he allowed them to plunder the camp.
After this, in Cabira, and other strong-holds which he took, he found great treasures, and private prisons, in which many Greeks and many of the king’s relations had been confined, who, having long since counted themselves no other than dead men, by the favor of Lucullus, met not with relief so truly as with a new life and second birth. Nyssa, also, sister of Mithridates, enjoyed the like fortunate captivity; while those who seemed to be most out of danger, his wives and sisters at Phernacia, placed in safety, as they thought, miserably perished, Mithridates in his flight sending Bacchides the eunuch to them. Among others there were two sisters of the king, Roxana and Statira, unmarried women forty years old, and two Ionian wives, Berenice of Chios, and Monime of Miletus. This latter was the most celebrated among the Greeks, because she so long withstood the king in his courtship to her, though he presented her with fifteen thousand pieces of gold, until a covenant of marriage was made, and a crown was sent her, and she was saluted queen. She had been a sorrowful woman before, and often bewailed her beauty, that had procured her a keeper, instead of a husband, and a watch of barbarians, instead of the home and attendance of a wife; and, removed far from Greece, she enjoyed the pleasure which she proposed to herself, only in a dream, being in the meantime robbed of that which is real. And when Bacchides came and bade them prepare for death, as everyone thought most easy and painless, she took the diadem from her head, and fastening the string to her neck, suspended herself with it; which soon breaking, “O wretched headband!” said she, “not able to help me even in this small thing!” And throwing it away she spat on it, and offered her throat to Bacchides. Berenice had prepared a potion for herself, but at her mother’s entreaty, who stood by, she gave her part of it. Both drank of the potion, which prevailed over the weaker body. But Berenice, having drunk too little, was not released by it, but lingering on unable to die, was strangled by Bacchides for haste. It is said that one of the unmarried sisters drank the poison, with bitter execrations and curses; but Statira uttered nothing ungentle or reproachful, but, on the contrary, commended her brother, who in his own danger neglected not theirs, but carefully provided that they might go out of the world without shame or disgrace.
After this, in Cabira and other strongholds he captured, he found great treasures and private prisons where many Greeks and several of the king's family had been held. They had long considered themselves dead, but thanks to Lucullus, they experienced a kind of rescue that felt like a new life and a second chance. Nyssa, Mithridates' sister, also enjoyed a fortunate captivity. Meanwhile, those who thought they were safe,his wives and sisters in Phernacia, ended up dying in misery, as Mithridates sent Bacchides the eunuch to them during his escape. Among others, there were two of the king's unmarried sisters, Roxana and Statira, both around forty, and two Ionian wives, Berenice from Chios and Monime from Miletus. Monime was especially famous among the Greeks for resisting the king's courtship for so long, even when he offered her fifteen thousand gold pieces, until a marriage contract was made, a crown was sent to her, and she was hailed as queen. Before this, she had been a sad woman, lamenting her beauty that had brought her a keeper instead of a husband, and a guard of barbarians instead of a loving home. Far removed from Greece, the happiness she envisioned was only a dream, while she was deprived of what was real. When Bacchides came and told them to prepare for death, which everyone thought would be easy and painless, she took the diadem from her head, tied it around her neck, and hung herself. When it broke, she exclaimed, “Oh, wretched headband! You can't even help me with this small thing!” She threw it away, spat on it, and offered her throat to Bacchides. Berenice had prepared a poison for herself, but at her mother’s request, who was there with her, she shared part of it. Both drank the poison, which proved more effective on the weaker body. However, Berenice, having consumed too little, couldn't die and was hastily strangled by Bacchides. It is said that one of the unmarried sisters drank the poison, cursing bitterly. But Statira didn't speak any harsh words or blame anyone. Instead, she praised her brother for caring about their safety even while facing his own danger, ensuring they could leave the world without shame or disgrace.
Lucullus, being a good and humane man, was concerned at these things. However, going on he came to Talaura, from whence four days before his arrival Mithridates had fled, and was got to Tigranes in Armenia. He turned off, therefore, and subdued the Chaldeans and Tibarenians, with the lesser Armenia, and having reduced all their forts and cities, he sent Appius to Tigranes to demand Mithridates. He himself went to Amisus, which still held out under the command of Callimachus, who, by his great engineering skill, and his dexterity at all the shifts and subtleties of a siege, had greatly incommoded the Romans. For which afterward he paid dear enough, and was now out-maneuvered by Lucullus, who, unexpectedly coming upon him at the time of the day when the soldiers used to withdraw and rest themselves, gained part of the wall, and forced him to leave the city, in doing which he fired it; either envying the Romans the booty, or to secure his own escape the better. No man looked after those who went off in the ships, but as soon as the fire had seized on most part of the wall, the soldiers prepared themselves for plunder; while Lucullus, pitying the ruin of the city, brought assistance from without, and encouraged his men to extinguish the flames. But all, being intent upon the prey, and giving no heed to him, with loud outcries beat and clashed their arms together, until he was compelled to let them plunder, that by that means he might at least save the city from fire. But they did quite the contrary, for in searching the houses with lights and torches everywhere, they were themselves the cause of the destruction of most of the buildings, insomuch that when Lucullus the next day went in, he shed tears, and said to his friends, that he had often before blessed the fortune of Sylla but never so much admired it as then, because when he was willing, he was also able to save Athens, “but my infelicity is such, that while I endeavor to imitate him, I become like Mummius.” Nevertheless, he endeavored to save as much of the city as he could, and at the same time, also, by a happy providence, a fall of rain concurred to extinguish the fire. He himself while present repaired the ruins as much as he could, receiving back the inhabitants who had fled, and settling as many other Greeks as were willing to live there, adding a hundred and twenty furlongs of ground to the place.
Lucullus, being a kind and compassionate man, was worried about these events. However, he continued his journey and reached Talaura, where Mithridates had fled just four days before his arrival and had gone to Tigranes in Armenia. So, he redirected his efforts and subdued the Chaldeans and Tibarenians, along with Lesser Armenia. After capturing all their forts and cities, he sent Appius to Tigranes to demand Mithridates. Lucullus himself went to Amisus, which was still resisting under the command of Callimachus. Callimachus, known for his engineering skills and clever tactics during a siege, had been a great challenge for the Romans. He eventually paid a heavy price for this and was outsmarted by Lucullus, who caught him off guard during the time when soldiers typically took a break. Lucullus managed to seize part of the wall and forced Callimachus to abandon the city, which led to it being set on fire—either out of spite for the Romans or to ensure his own escape. No one focused on those who were escaping by ship, but once the fire had spread to most of the wall, the soldiers readied themselves to loot the city. Lucullus, feeling sorry for the city's destruction, brought in help from outside and urged his men to put out the flames. However, everyone was too caught up in the loot, ignoring him as they shouted and clashed their weapons together, until Lucullus was forced to allow them to plunder in hopes of saving the city from the fire. Instead, they only made things worse; while searching the buildings with torches, they caused most of the structures to collapse. The next day, when Lucullus entered the city, he was in tears and told his friends that he had often praised Sulla's fortune but had never admired it as much as then, because while Sulla was able to save Athens when he wished, his own misfortune led him to resemble Mummius instead. Nevertheless, Lucullus tried his best to save as much of the city as he could, and thankfully, a rainstorm helped extinguish the flames. While present, he did his best to repair the damage, welcomed back the fleeing inhabitants, and settled in as many other Greeks as wanted to stay, adding an additional one hundred and twenty furlongs of land to the area.
This city was a colony of Athens, built at that time when she flourished and was powerful at sea, upon which account many who fled from Aristion’s tyranny settled here, and were admitted as citizens, but had the ill-luck to fly from evils at home, into greater abroad. As many of these as survived, Lucullus furnished every one with clothes, and two hundred drachmas, and sent them away into their own country. On this occasion, Tyrannion the grammarian was taken. Murena begged him of Lucullus, and took him and made him a freedman; but in this he abused Lucullus’s favor, who by no means liked that a man of high repute for learning should be first made a slave, and then freed; for freedom thus speciously granted again, was a real deprivation of what he had before. But not in this case alone Murena showed himself far inferior in generosity to the general. Lucullus was now busy in looking after the cities of Asia, and having no war to divert his time, spent it in the administration of law and justice, the want of which had for a long time left the province a prey to unspeakable and incredible miseries; so plundered and enslaved by tax-farmers and usurers, that private people were compelled to sell their sons in the flower of their youth, and their daughters in their virginity, and the States publicly to sell their consecrated gifts, pictures, and statues. In the end their lot was to yield themselves up slaves to their creditors, but before this, worse troubles befell them, tortures, inflicted with ropes and by horses, standing abroad to be scorched when the sun was hot, and being driven into ice and clay in the cold; insomuch that slavery was no less than a redemption and joy to them. Lucullus in a short time freed the cities from all these evils and oppressions; for, first of all, he ordered there should be no more taken than one percent. Secondly, where the interest exceeded the principal, he struck it off. The third, and most considerable order was, that the creditor should receive the fourth part of the debtor’s income; but if any lender had added the interest to the principal, it was utterly disallowed. Insomuch, that in the space of four years all debts were paid, and lands returned to their right owners. The public debt was contracted when Asia was fined twenty thousand talents by Sylla, but twice as much was paid to the collectors, who by their usury had by this time advanced it to a hundred and twenty thousand talents. And accordingly they inveighed against Lucullus at Rome, as grossly injured by him, and by their money’s help, (as, indeed, they were very powerful, and had many of the statesmen in their debt,) they stirred up several leading men against him. But Lucullus was not only beloved by the cities which he obliged, but was also wished for by other provinces, who blessed the good-luck of those who had such a governor over them.
This city was a colony of Athens, established during its peak when it was a major sea power. Many who escaped Aristion’s tyranny found refuge here and were welcomed as citizens, but unfortunately, they fled from troubles back home only to encounter worse issues abroad. Those who survived received clothing and two hundred drachmas from Lucullus before returning to their homeland. During this time, Tyrannion the grammarian was captured. Murena requested him from Lucullus, took him, and made him a freedman; however, he misused Lucullus’s generosity, who was not pleased that a well-respected scholar was first made a slave and then freed, as this kind of freedom was just a false interpretation of their former status. In this instance, Murena’s generosity fell short compared to Lucullus’s. Lucullus was focused on managing the cities of Asia, and with no wars to occupy his time, he dedicated himself to administering law and justice. The lack of this had long allowed the province to suffer unimaginable hardships. It was so ravaged by tax-collectors and moneylenders that ordinary people were forced to sell their young sons and virgin daughters. Meanwhile, states had to publicly auction off sacred gifts, paintings, and statues. Ultimately, they were reduced to surrendering themselves as slaves to their creditors, but before that, they faced even worse ordeals—tortured with ropes and horses, standing outside in the scorching sun, and being forced into ice and mud during the cold. As a result, slavery seemed a welcome escape for them. In a short amount of time, Lucullus liberated the cities from these calamities; he first decreed that only one percent could be collected. Secondly, he canceled any interest that exceeded the principal. The third and most significant regulation was that creditors could only claim a quarter of the debtor’s income; and if a lender tried to combine interest with the principal, it was completely invalid. Remarkably, within four years, all debts were settled, and lands were returned to their rightful owners. The public debt originated when Asia was fined twenty thousand talents by Sulla, but by then, due to usury, it had ballooned to one hundred and twenty thousand talents that collectors demanded. They complained about Lucullus in Rome, claiming he had wronged them, and leveraging their financial influence (as they were quite powerful and had many politicians indebted to them), they rallied various leaders against him. However, Lucullus was not just admired by the cities he helped; he was also sought after by other regions, who envied the good fortune of those who had such a governor.
Appius Clodius, who was sent to Tigranes, (the same Clodius was brother to Lucullus’s wife,) being led by the king’s guides, a roundabout way, unnecessarily long and tedious, through the upper country, being informed by his freedman, a Syrian by nation, of the direct road, left that lengthy and fallacious one; and bidding the barbarians, his guides, adieu, in a few days passed over Euphrates, and came to Antioch upon Daphne. There being commanded to wait for Tigranes, who at that time was reducing some towns in Phoenicia, he won over many chiefs to his side, who unwillingly submitted to the king of Armenia, among whom was Zarbienus, king of the Gordyenians; also many of the conquered cities corresponded privately with him, whom he assured of relief from Lucullus, but ordered them to lie still at present. The Armenian government was an oppressive one, and intolerable to the Greeks, especially that of the present king, who, growing insolent and overbearing with his success, imagined all things valuable and esteemed among men not only were his in fact, but had been purposely created for him alone. From a small and inconsiderable beginning, he had gone on to be the conqueror of many nations, had humbled the Parthian power more than any before him, and filled Mesopotamia with Greeks, whom he carried in numbers out of Cilicia and Cappadocia. He transplanted also the Arabs, who lived in tents, from their country and home, and settled them near him, that by their means he might carry on the trade.
Appius Clodius, who was sent to Tigranes (the same Clodius who was Lucullus’s brother-in-law), took a longer and more tedious route through the highlands, guided by the king’s local guides. When his freedman, a Syrian, informed him of a more direct road, he abandoned the lengthy detour. Saying goodbye to his barbarian guides, he crossed the Euphrates in a few days and arrived in Antioch by Daphne. Once there, he was instructed to wait for Tigranes, who was then busy conquering some towns in Phoenicia. Clodius managed to win over several local leaders who reluctantly submitted to the Armenian king, including Zarbienus, the king of the Gordyenians. Many of the conquered cities also privately communicated with him, and he promised them help from Lucullus, but advised them to remain quiet for now. The Armenian regime was oppressive and unbearable for the Greeks, especially under the current king, who became arrogant and overconfident due to his victories, thinking that everything valuable and respected among people not only belonged to him but was created just for him. Starting from a small and insignificant position, he became the conqueror of many nations, humbled the Parthians more than anyone before him, and filled Mesopotamia with Greeks, whom he brought in large numbers from Cilicia and Cappadocia. He also relocated the nomadic Arabs from their homeland and settled them nearby to facilitate trade.
He had many kings waiting on him, but four he always carried with him as servants and guards, who, when he rode, ran by his horse’s side in ordinary under-frocks, and attended him, when sitting on his throne, and publishing his decrees to the people, with their hands folded together; which posture of all others was that which most expressed slavery, it being that of men who had bidden adieu to liberty, and had prepared their bodies more for chastisement, than the service of their masters. Appius, nothing dismayed or surprised at this theatrical display, as soon as audience was granted him, said he came to demand Mithridates for Lucullus’s triumph, otherwise to denounce war against Tigranes, insomuch that though Tigranes endeavored to receive him with a smooth countenance and a forced smile, he could not dissemble his discomposure to those who stood about him, at the bold language of the young man; for it was the first time, perhaps, in twenty-five years, the length of his reign, or, more truly, of his tyranny, that any free speech had been uttered to him. However, he made answer to Appius, that he would not desert Mithridates, and would defend himself, if the Romans attacked him. He was angry, also, with Lucullus for calling him only king in his letter, and not king of kings, and, in his answer, would not give him his title of imperator. Great gifts were sent to Appius, which he refused; but on their being sent again and augmented, that he might not seem to refuse in anger, he took one goblet and sent the rest back, and without delay went off to the general.
He had many kings waiting on him, but he always had four who served as his attendants and guards. When he rode, they ran alongside his horse in regular tunics, and when he sat on his throne, they stood by with their hands folded. This stance expressed submission, showing that they had given up their freedom and were more prepared for punishment than for serving their masters. Appius, unfazed by this dramatic display, announced as soon as he was allowed to speak that he had come to demand Mithridates for Lucullus's triumph, or else he would declare war against Tigranes. Despite Tigranes trying to greet him with a calm face and a forced smile, he couldn't hide his discomfort at the young man's bold words; it was the first time in twenty-five years of his rule—or, more accurately, his tyranny—that someone had spoken to him so freely. Nevertheless, he replied to Appius that he would not abandon Mithridates and would defend himself if the Romans attacked. He was also upset with Lucullus for only calling him king in his letter, instead of king of kings, and in his response, he refused to grant him the title of imperator. Appius received valuable gifts, which he turned down, but when they were sent again, with even more, he accepted one goblet and returned the rest, then promptly went to find the general.
Tigranes before this neither vouchsafed to see nor speak with Mithridates, though a near kinsman, and forced out of so considerable a kingdom, but proudly and scornfully kept him at a distance, as a sort of prisoner, in a marshy and unhealthy district; but now, with much profession of respect and kindness, he sent for him, and at a private conference between them in the palace, they healed up all private jealousies between them, punishing their favorites, who bore all the blame; among whom Metrodorus of Scepsis was one, an eloquent and learned man, and so close an intimate as commonly to be called the king’s father. This man, as it happened, being employed in an embassy by Mithridates to solicit help against the Romans, Tigranes asked him, “what would you, Metrodorus, advise me to in this affair?” In return to which, either out of good-will to Tigranes, or a want of solicitude for Mithridates, he made answer, that as ambassador he counseled him to it, but as a friend dissuaded him from it. This Tigranes reported, and affirmed to Mithridates, thinking that no irreparable harm would come of it to Metrodorus. But upon this he was presently taken off, and Tigranes was sorry for what he had done, though he had not, indeed, been absolutely the cause of his death; yet he had given the fatal turn to the anger of Mithridates, who had privately hated him before, as appeared from his cabinet papers when taken, among which there was an order that Metrodorus should die. Tigranes buried him splendidly, sparing no cost to his dead body, whom he betrayed when alive. In Tigranes’s court died, also, Amphicrates the orator, (if, for the sake of Athens, we may also mention him,) of whom it is told that he left his country and fled to Seleucia, upon the river Tigris, and, being desired to teach logic among them, arrogantly replied, that the dish was too little to hold a dolphin. He, therefore, came to Cleopatra, daughter of Mithridates, and queen to Tigranes, but being accused of misdemeanors, and prohibited all commerce with his countrymen, ended his days by starving himself. He, in like manner, received from Cleopatra an honorable burial, near Sapha, a place so called in that country.
Tigranes had previously ignored Mithridates, even though they were related, and kept him away like a prisoner in a marshy, unhealthy area after he had been forced out of a significant kingdom. But now, feigning respect and kindness, he summoned Mithridates for a private meeting at the palace, where they resolved their personal grievances, punishing their favorites who had been the source of the blame. One of these favorites was Metrodorus of Scepsis, an eloquent and learned man who was so close to Tigranes that he was often referred to as the king's father. When Metrodorus was sent on a diplomatic mission by Mithridates to seek support against the Romans, Tigranes asked him, “What do you advise me to do in this situation?” In response, either out of goodwill for Tigranes or a lack of concern for Mithridates, he said that as an ambassador, he would advise him to go for it, but as a friend, he would advise against it. Tigranes shared this with Mithridates, thinking it wouldn’t lead to any serious consequences for Metrodorus. However, he was soon removed, and Tigranes regretted his actions, although he wasn’t directly responsible for Metrodorus’ death; he had, however, fueled Mithridates’ pre-existing hatred for him, as revealed in several documents found after Mithridates’ defeat, including an order for Metrodorus’ execution. Tigranes arranged a lavish burial for him, spending generously on the body of the man he had betrayed while he was alive. Also at Tigranes’ court, the orator Amphicrates died. It's said that he left his homeland and fled to Seleucia by the Tigris River, where he was asked to teach logic but arrogantly declined, claiming the "dish was too small for a dolphin." He then went to Cleopatra, Mithridates’ daughter and Tigranes’ queen, but was accused of several misdemeanors and banned from interacting with his countrymen, ultimately choosing to starve himself. Cleopatra ensured he received an honorable burial near a place called Sapha in that region.
Lucullus, when he had reestablished law and a lasting peace in Asia, did not altogether forget pleasure and mirth, but, during his residence at Ephesus, gratified the cities with sports, festival triumphs, wrestling games and single combats of gladiators. And they, in requital, instituted others, called Lucullean games, in honor to him, thus manifesting their love to him, which was of more value to him than all the honor. But when Appius came to him, and told him he must prepare for war with Tigranes, he went again into Pontus, and, gathering together his army, besieged Sinope, or rather the Cilicians of the king’s side who held it; who thereupon killed a number of the Sinopians, and set the city on fire, and by night endeavored to escape. Which when Lucullus perceived, he entered the city, and killed eight thousand of them who were still left behind; but restored to the inhabitants what was their own, and took special care for the welfare of the city. To which he was chiefly prompted by this vision. One seemed to come to him in his sleep, and say, “Go on a little further, Lucullus, for Autolycus is coming to see thee.” When he arose, he could not imagine what the vision meant. The same day he took the city, and as he was pursuing the Cilicians, who were flying by sea, he saw a statue lying on the shore, which the Cilicians carried so far, but had not time to carry aboard. It was one of the masterpieces of Sthenis. And one told him, that it was the statue of Autolycus, the founder of the city. This Autolycus is reported to have been son to Deimachus, and one of those who, under Hercules, went on the expedition out of Thessaly against the Amazons; from whence in his return with Demoleon and Phlogius, he lost his vessel on a point of the Chersonesus, called Pedalium. He himself, with his companions and their weapons, being saved, came to Sinope, and dispossessed the Syrians there. The Syrians held it, descended from Syrus, as is the story, the son of Apollo, and Sinope the daughter of Asopus. Which as soon as Lucullus heard, he remembered the admonition of Sylla, whose advice it is in his Memoirs, to treat nothing as so certain and so worthy of reliance as an intimation given in dreams.
Lucullus, after restoring order and lasting peace in Asia, didn’t completely forget about enjoyment and fun. While he was in Ephesus, he entertained the cities with games, festive celebrations, wrestling matches, and gladiator battles. In response, they organized their own events, called the Lucullean games, in his honor, showing their affection for him, which he valued more than any official recognition. However, when Appius arrived and informed him that he needed to prepare for war against Tigranes, Lucullus returned to Pontus, gathered his troops, and besieged Sinope—which was held by the Cilicians loyal to the king. In response, the Cilicians killed many of the Sinopians, set the city on fire, and tried to escape during the night. When Lucullus realized this, he entered the city and killed eight thousand of those who were left behind, but he restored the property to the inhabitants and took special care of the city's welfare. He was mainly motivated by a vision he had; someone came to him in his sleep and said, “Go on a little further, Lucullus, for Autolycus is coming to see you.” When he woke up, he couldn't figure out what the vision meant. That same day he captured the city, and while pursuing the Cilicians fleeing by sea, he spotted a statue lying on the shore—the Cilicians had carried it there but didn’t have time to take it on board. It was one of Sthenis' masterpieces. Someone told him it was the statue of Autolycus, the city’s founder. Autolycus was said to be the son of Deimachus and one of those who, under Hercules, embarked from Thessaly on an expedition against the Amazons. On his return with Demoleon and Phlogius, he lost his ship near a point in the Chersonesus called Pedalium. He and his companions, along with their weapons, managed to survive, reached Sinope, and took it from the Syrians. The Syrians, as the tale goes, were descended from Syrus, the son of Apollo, and Sinope, the daughter of Asopus. As soon as Lucullus learned this, he recalled Sylla’s warning, as noted in his Memoirs, that one should regard dream messages as the most certain and trustworthy.
When it was now told him that Mithridates and Tigranes were just ready to transport their forces into Lycaonia and Cilicia, with the object of entering Asia before him, he wondered much why the Armenian, supposing him to entertain any real intention to fight with the Romans, did not assist Mithridates in his flourishing condition, and join forces when he was fit for service, instead of suffering him to be vanquished and broken in pieces, and now at last beginning the war, when his hopes were grown cold, and throwing himself down headlong with them, who were irrecoverably fallen already. But when Machares, the son of Mithridates, and governor of Bosporus, sent him a crown valued at a thousand pieces of gold, and desired to be enrolled as a friend and confederate of the Romans, he fairly reputed that war at an end, and left Sornatius, his deputy, with six thousand soldiers, to take care of Pontus. He himself with twelve thousand foot, and a little less than three thousand horse, went forth to the second war, advancing, it seemed very plain, with too great and ill-advised speed, into the midst of warlike nations, and many thousands upon thousands of horse, into an unknown extent of country, every way enclosed with deep rivers and mountains, never free from snow; which made the soldiers, already far from orderly, follow him with great unwillingness and opposition. For the same reason, also, the popular leaders at home publicly inveighed and declaimed against him, as one that raised up war after war, not so much for the interest of the republic, as that he himself, being still in commission, might not lay down arms, but go on enriching himself by the public dangers. These men, in the end, effected their purpose. But Lucullus by long journeys came to the Euphrates, where, finding the waters high and rough from the winter, he was much troubled for fear of delay and difficulty while he should procure boats and make a bridge of them. But in the evening the flood beginning to retire, and decreasing all through the night, the next day they saw the river far down within his banks, so much so that the inhabitants, discovering the little islands in the river, and the water stagnating among them, a thing which had rarely happened before, made obeisance to Lucullus, before whom the very river was humble and submissive, and yielded an easy and swift passage. Making use of the opportunity, he carried over his army, and met with a lucky sign at landing. Holy heifers are pastured on purpose for Diana Persia, whom, of all the gods, the barbarians beyond Euphrates chiefly adore. They use these heifers only for her sacrifices. At other times they wander up and down undisturbed, with the mark of the goddess, a torch, branded on them; and it is no such light or easy thing, when occasion requires, to seize one of them. But one of these, when the army had passed the Euphrates, coming to a rock consecrated to the goddess, stood upon it, and then laying down her neck, like others that are forced down with a rope, offered herself to Lucullus for sacrifice. Besides which, he offered also a bull to Euphrates, for his safe passage. That day he tarried there, but on the next, and those that followed, he traveled through Sophene, using no manner of violence to the people who came to him and willingly received his army. And when the soldiers were desirous to plunder a castle that seemed to be well stored within, “That is the castle,” said he, “that we must storm,” showing them Taurus, at a distance; “the rest is reserved for those who conquer there.” Wherefore hastening his march, and passing the Tigris, he came over into Armenia
When he learned that Mithridates and Tigranes were ready to move their armies into Lycaonia and Cilicia in order to enter Asia before him, he was puzzled as to why the Armenian, if he truly intended to fight the Romans, didn’t support Mithridates while he was still strong, and join forces when he was in fighting shape. Instead, he let Mithridates get defeated and broken apart, only to start the war when his hopes had dimmed, essentially throwing himself into the fray alongside those who were already lost. However, when Machares, the son of Mithridates and governor of Bosporus, sent him a crown worth a thousand gold pieces and requested to be recognized as a friend and ally of the Romans, he considered that war was over and left Sornatius, his deputy, in charge of Pontus with six thousand soldiers. He himself set out for the second war with twelve thousand infantry and just under three thousand cavalry, moving with what seemed like excessive and reckless haste into the midst of hostile nations, facing countless soldiers and an unknown terrain filled with deep rivers and mountains, perpetually covered in snow, which made the already disorderly soldiers reluctant to follow him. For this reason, the opposition leaders back home criticized him publicly, claiming he waged war not for the good of the republic, but so he could keep his commission, refusing to lay down arms and continuing to enrich himself amid public peril. Ultimately, they got their way. But Lucullus, after traveling long distances, reached the Euphrates, where he found the waters high and rough from winter, worrying about the delays and challenges he would face securing boats and building a bridge. Yet in the evening, as the flood began to recede, and continued to drop throughout the night, by the next day they saw the river well within its banks. So much so that the locals, noticing the small islands in the river and the still water around them—a rare sight—paid their respects to Lucullus, before whom even the river seemed humble and compliant, providing an easy and swift crossing. Seizing the moment, he transported his army across and received a fortunate omen upon landing. Sacred heifers are specifically raised for Diana of Persia, who is most revered by the tribes beyond the Euphrates. These heifers are solely for her sacrifices, roaming freely at other times aside from when they bear the goddess's mark, a torch, branded on them; capturing one of these is not a simple task whenever the occasion arises. Yet after the army had crossed, one of these heifers approached a rock dedicated to the goddess, stood upon it, and, laying down her neck like those forced down with a rope, offered herself as a sacrifice to Lucullus. Additionally, he also sacrificed a bull to the Euphrates for safe passage. He stayed there that day, but the following day and thereafter, he traveled through Sophene, committing no violence against the people who came to him and willingly accepted his army. When the soldiers wanted to loot a castle that appeared to be well-stocked, he pointed to Taurus in the distance and said, "That is the castle we must storm; the rest is for those who conquer there." Thus, he quickened his march and crossed the Tigris, moving into Armenia.
The first messenger that gave notice of Lucullus’s coming was so far from pleasing Tigranes, that he had his head cut off for his pains; and no man daring to bring further information, without any intelligence at all, Tigranes sat while war was already blazing around him, giving ear only to those who flattered him, by saying that Lucullus would show himself a great commander, if he ventured to wait for Tigranes at Ephesus, and did not at once fly out of Asia, at the mere sight of the many thousands that were come against him. He is a man of a strong body that can carry off a great quantity of wine, and of a powerful constitution of mind that can sustain felicity. Mithrobarzanes, one of his chief favorites, first dared to tell him the truth, but had no more thanks for his freedom of speech, than to be immediately sent out against Lucullus with three thousand horse, and a great number of foot, with peremptory commands to bring him alive, and trample down his army. Some of Lucullus’s men were then pitching their camp, and the rest were coming up to them, when the scouts gave notice that the enemy was approaching, whereupon he was in fear lest they should fall upon him, while his men were divided and unarranged; which made him stay to pitch the camp himself, and send out Sextilius, the legate, with sixteen hundred horse, and about as many heavy and light arms, with orders to advance towards the enemy, and wait until intelligence came to him that the camp was finished. Sextilius designed to have kept this order; but Mithrobarzanes coming furiously upon him, he was forced to fight. In the engagement, Mithrobarzanes himself was slain, fighting, and all his men, except a few who ran away, were destroyed. After this Tigranes left Tigranocerta, a great city built by himself, and retired to Taurus, and called all his forces about him.
The first messenger who announced Lucullus’s arrival was so far from pleasing Tigranes that he had his head chopped off for his trouble. With no one willing to bring further news, Tigranes sat while the war raged around him, only listening to those who flattered him, claiming that Lucullus would prove to be a great commander if he dared wait for Tigranes in Ephesus and didn’t flee Asia at the sight of the many thousands coming against him. He is a physically strong man who can handle a lot of wine, and he has a strong mind that can handle happiness. Mithrobarzanes, one of his top favorites, was the first to tell him the truth, but he received no gratitude for his honesty, only a swift order to confront Lucullus with three thousand cavalry and a large number of infantry, with strict orders to capture him alive and crush his army. Some of Lucullus's soldiers were setting up their camp, while others were approaching, when the scouts reported that the enemy was coming. Tigranes feared they might attack while his men were scattered and unorganized, so he decided to set up the camp himself and sent out Sextilius, the legate, with sixteen hundred cavalry and about the same number of infantry, with instructions to advance toward the enemy and wait for word that camp was ready. Sextilius intended to follow this plan; however, when Mithrobarzanes attacked him violently, he had to fight. In the battle, Mithrobarzanes was killed, and all his troops were wiped out, except for a few who managed to escape. Afterward, Tigranes left Tigranocerta, a large city he had built, and retreated to Taurus, gathering all his forces around him.
But Lucullus, giving him no time to rendezvous, sent out Murena to harass and cut off those who marched to Tigranes, and Sextilius, also, to disperse a great company of Arabians then on the way to the king. Sextilius fell upon the Arabians in their camp, and destroyed most of them, and also Murena, in his pursuit after Tigranes through a craggy and narrow pass, opportunely fell upon him. Upon which Tigranes, abandoning all his baggage, fled; many of the Armenians were killed, and more taken. After this success, Lucullus went to Tigranocerta, and sitting down before the city, besieged it. In it were many Greeks carried away out of Cilicia, and many barbarians in like circumstances with the Greeks, Adiabenians, Assyrians, Gordyenians, and Cappadocians, whose native cities he had destroyed, and forced away the inhabitants to settle here. It was a rich and beautiful city; every common man, and every man of rank, in imitation of the king, studied to enlarge and adorn it. This made Lucullus more vigorously press the siege, in the belief that Tigranes would not patiently endure it, but even against his own judgment would come down in anger to force him away; in which he was not mistaken. Mithridates earnestly dissuaded him from it, sending messengers and letters to him not to engage, but rather with his horse to try and cut off the supplies. Taxiles, also, who came from Mithridates, and who stayed with his army, very much entreated the king to forbear, and to avoid the Roman arms, things it was not safe to meddle with. To this he hearkened at first, but when the Armenians and Gordyenians in a full body, and the whole forces of Medes and Adiabenians, under their respective kings, joined him; when many Arabians came up from the sea beyond Babylon; and from the Caspian sea, the Albanians and the Iberians their neighbors, and not a few of the free people, without kings, living about the Araxes, by entreaty and hire also came together to him; and all the king’s feasts and councils rang of nothing but expectations, boastings, and barbaric threatenings, Taxiles went in danger of his life, for giving counsel against fighting, and it was imputed to envy in Mithridates thus to discourage him from so glorious an enterprise. Therefore Tigranes would by no means tarry for him, for fear he should share in the glory, but marched on with all his army, lamenting to his friends, as it is said, that he should fight with Lucullus alone, and not with all the Roman generals together. Neither was his boldness to be accounted wholly frantic or unreasonable, when he had so many nations and kings attending him, and so many tens of thousands of well-armed foot and horse about him. He had twenty thousand archers and slingers, fifty-five thousand horse, of which seventeen thousand were in complete armor, as Lucullus wrote to the senate, a hundred and fifty thousand heavy-armed men, drawn up partly into cohorts, partly into phalanxes, besides various divisions of men appointed to make roads and lay bridges, to drain off waters and cut wood, and to perform other necessary services, to the number of thirty-five thousand, who, being quartered behind the army, added to its strength, and made it the more formidable to behold.
But Lucullus, not giving him time to meet up, sent out Murena to harass and cut off those heading to Tigranes, and Sextilius as well, to scatter a large group of Arabians on the way to the king. Sextilius attacked the Arabians in their camp, destroying most of them, while Murena, chasing after Tigranes through a rugged and narrow pass, unexpectedly confronted him. Tigranes, abandoning all his supplies, fled; many Armenians were killed, and more were captured. Following this victory, Lucullus went to Tigranocerta, and set up a siege around the city. Inside were many Greeks taken from Cilicia, and many barbarians in similar situations as the Greeks, including Adiabenians, Assyrians, Gordyenians, and Cappadocians, whose cities he had destroyed, forcing their inhabitants to relocate here. It was a wealthy and stunning city; every common person and every noble, inspired by the king, aimed to expand and beautify it. This pushed Lucullus to intensify the siege, believing that Tigranes wouldn’t tolerate it for long and would, against his better judgment, come down in anger to drive him away; he was right. Mithridates strongly advised against this, sending messengers and letters urging him not to engage, but instead to use his cavalry to cut off supplies. Taxiles, who came from Mithridates and stayed with his army, pleaded with the king to wait and avoid the Roman forces, which were dangerous to confront. Tigranes initially listened, but when the Armenians and Gordyenians gathered in full force, along with all the Medes and Adiabenians under their respective kings, and when many Arabians arrived from the sea beyond Babylon, and the Albanians and Iberians from the Caspian, as well as several free peoples around the Araxes, who came together through requests and payments; and when the king's feasts and councils buzzed with expectations, boasts, and barbaric threats, Taxiles faced serious risk for advising against fighting, and it was seen as envy from Mithridates to dissuade him from such a glorious campaign. Therefore, Tigranes would not wait for him, fearing he might share in the glory, and advanced with all his army, reportedly lamenting to his friends that he was to fight Lucullus alone instead of all the Roman generals together. His boldness shouldn't be seen as entirely reckless or unreasonable, considering he had so many nations and kings following him, along with tens of thousands of well-armed foot soldiers and cavalry. He had twenty thousand archers and slingers, fifty-five thousand cavalry—of which seventeen thousand were fully armored, as Lucullus reported to the Senate—along with a hundred and fifty thousand heavily armed men, organized partly into cohorts and partly into phalanxes, in addition to various divisions responsible for building roads, laying bridges, draining waters, cutting wood, and performing other necessary tasks, numbering thirty-five thousand, who were stationed behind the army, enhancing its strength and making it even more intimidating to behold.
As soon as he had passed Taurus, and appeared with his forces, and saw the Romans beleaguering Tigranocerta, the barbarous people within with shoutings and acclamations received the sight, and threatening the Romans from the wall, pointed to the Armenians. In a council of war, some advised Lucullus to leave the siege, and march up to Tigranes, others that it would not be safe to leave the siege, and so many enemies behind. He answered that neither side by itself was right, but together both gave sound advice; and accordingly he divided his army, and left Murena with six thousand foot in charge of the siege, and himself went out with twenty-four cohorts, in which were no more than ten thousand men at arms, and with all the horse, and about a thousand slingers and archers; and sitting down by the river in a large plain, he appeared, indeed, very inconsiderable to Tigranes, and a fit subject for the flattering wits about him. Some of whom jeered, others cast lots for the spoil, and every one of the kings and commanders came and desired to undertake the engagement alone, and that he would be pleased to sit still and behold. Tigranes himself, wishing to be witty and pleasant upon the occasion, made use of the well-known saying, that they were too many for ambassadors, and too few for soldiers. Thus they continued sneering and scoffing. As soon as day came, Lucullus brought out his forces under arms. The barbarian army stood on the eastern side of the river, and there being a bend of the river westward in that part of it, where it was easiest forded, Lucullus, while he led his army on in haste, seemed to Tigranes to be flying; who thereupon called Taxiles, and in derision said, “Do you not see these invincible Romans flying?” But Taxiles replied, “Would, indeed, O king, that some such unlikely piece of fortune might be destined you; but the Romans do not, when going on a march, put on their best clothes, nor use bright shields, and naked headpieces, as now you see them, with the leathern coverings all taken off, but this is a preparation for war of men just ready to engage with their enemies.” While Taxiles was thus speaking, as Lucullus wheeled about, the first eagle appeared, and the cohorts, according to their divisions and companies, formed in order to pass over, when with much ado, and like a man that is just recovering from a drunken fit, Tigranes cried out twice or thrice, “What, are they upon us?” In great confusion, therefore, the army got in array, the king keeping the main body to himself, while the left wing was given in charge to the Adiabenian, and the right to the Mede, in the front of which latter were posted most of the heavy-armed cavalry. Some officers advised Lucullus, just as he was going to cross the river, to lie still, that day being one of the unfortunate ones which they call black days, for on it the army under Caepio, engaging with the Cimbrians, was destroyed. But he returned the famous answer, “I will make it a happy day to the Romans.” It was the day before the nones of October.
As soon as he passed Taurus and showed up with his troops, he saw the Romans surrounding Tigranocerta. The barbaric people inside cheered and welcomed the sight, threatening the Romans from the walls and pointing to the Armenians. In a war council, some advised Lucullus to abandon the siege and march to confront Tigranes, while others warned that leaving the siege would be unsafe with so many enemies behind. He responded that neither option was entirely right, but together they made good sense; therefore, he divided his army, leaving Murena with six thousand foot soldiers in charge of the siege, while he took twenty-four cohorts totaling about ten thousand men and all the cavalry, along with about a thousand slingers and archers. Setting up by the river in a large plain, he appeared quite insignificant to Tigranes, who became the target of his flatterers. Some mocked him, while others placed bets on the spoils, and every king and commander came forward to request the chance to engage on their own while asking him to sit back and watch. Tigranes, wanting to be clever and amusing, used the popular saying that they had too many for ambassadors and too few for soldiers. They continued their ridicule and taunts. When daybreak arrived, Lucullus brought his troops out to arms. The barbarian army stood on the eastern side of the river, where there was a bend that made it easier to cross. As Lucullus hurried his army forward, Tigranes thought he was fleeing and mockingly called to Taxiles, saying, “Don’t you see these unbeatable Romans running away?” But Taxiles replied, “I truly wish, O king, that you could have such unlikely luck; however, the Romans do not march in their best clothes or display bright shields and bare helmets as you see them now, with leather coverings all stripped off. This is the preparation for battle of men ready to engage their foes.” While Taxiles spoke, Lucullus turned around, and the first eagle standard appeared as the cohorts organized into their divisions and companies to cross. With much fuss, like someone just waking up from a drunken stupor, Tigranes shouted two or three times, “What, are they attacking us?” In a flurry of confusion, the army formed ranks, with the king keeping the main body with him. The left wing was entrusted to the Adiabenian, and the right to the Mede, where most of the heavily armed cavalry were positioned at the front. Some officers advised Lucullus to hold back just as he was about to cross the river, warning that it was one of the unlucky days known as black days, recalling the defeat of the army under Caepio when they faced the Cimbrians. But he delivered the well-known reply, “I will make it a happy day for the Romans.” It was the day before the Nones of October.
Having so said, he bade them take courage, passed over the river, and himself first of all led them against the enemy, clad in a coat of mail, with shining steel scales and a fringed mantle; and his sword might already be seen out of the scabbard, as if to signify that they must without delay come to a hand-to-hand combat with an enemy whose skill was in distant fighting, and by the speed of their advance curtail the space that exposed them to the archery. But when he saw the heavy-armed horse, the flower of the army, drawn up under a hill, on the top of which was a broad and open plain about four furlongs distant, and of no very difficult or troublesome access, he commanded his Thracian and Galatian horse to fall upon their flank, and beat down their lances with their swords. The only defense of these horsemen-at-arms are their lances; they have nothing else that they can use to protect themselves, or annoy their enemy, on account of the weight and stiffness of their armor, with which they are, as it were, built up. He himself, with two cohorts, made to the mountain, the soldiers briskly following, when they saw him in arms afoot first toiling and climbing up. Being on the top and standing in an open place, with a loud voice he cried out, “We have overcome, we have overcome, fellow-soldiers!” And having so said, he marched against the armed horsemen, commanding his men not to throw their javelins, but coming up hand to hand with the enemy, to hack their shins and thighs, which parts alone were unguarded in these heavy-armed horsemen. But there was no need of this way of fighting, for they stood not to receive the Romans, but with great clamor and worse flight they and their heavy horses threw themselves upon the ranks of the foot, before ever these could so much as begin the fight, insomuch that without a wound or bloodshed, so many thousands were overthrown. The greatest slaughter was made in the flight, or rather in the endeavoring to fly away, which they could not well do by reason of the depth and closeness of their own ranks, which hindered them. Tigranes at first fled with a few, but seeing his son in the same misfortune, he took the diadem from his head, and with tears gave it him, bidding him save himself by some other road if he could. But the young man, not daring to put it on, gave it to one of his trustiest servants to keep for him. This man, as it happened, being taken, was brought to Lucullus, and so, among the captives, the crown, also, of Tigranes was taken. It is stated that above a hundred thousand foot were lost, and that of the horse but very few escaped at all. Of the Romans, a hundred were wounded, and five killed. Antiochus the philosopher, making mention of this fight in his book about the gods, says that the sun never saw the like. Strabo, a second philosopher, in his historical collection says, that the Romans could not but blush and deride themselves, for putting on armor against such pitiful slaves. Livy also says, that the Romans never fought an enemy with such unequal forces, for the conquerors were not so much as one twentieth part of the number of the conquered. The most sagacious and experienced Roman commanders made it a chief commendation of Lucullus, that he had conquered two great and potent kings by two most opposite ways, haste and delay. For he wore out the flourishing power of Mithridates by delay and time, and crushed that of Tigranes by haste; being one of the rare examples of generals who made use of delay for active achievement, and speed for security.
After saying this, he encouraged them to be brave, crossed the river, and led the charge against the enemy, wearing a suit of armor with shining steel scales and a fringed cloak. His sword was already out of its sheath, signaling that they needed to engage in close combat with an enemy skilled in ranged attacks, and to quickly shorten the distance that exposed them to arrows. When he noticed the heavily armed cavalry, the elite of the army, positioned on a hill with a wide, open plain about four furlongs away that was easy to access, he ordered his Thracian and Galatian cavalry to attack their flank and strike down their lances with their swords. The only defense for these heavily armed horsemen was their lances; they had no other means of protection or offense due to the weight and stiffness of their armor, which made them almost immobile. He, along with two cohorts, headed toward the mountain, with the soldiers eagerly following when they saw him, armored and on foot, climbing ahead of them. Upon reaching the top and standing in an open area, he shouted loudly, “We have won, we have won, comrades!” After saying this, he charged at the armored horsemen, ordering his men not to throw their javelins but to engage in hand-to-hand combat, targeting the unprotected shins and thighs of the heavy cavalry. However, this kind of fighting wasn’t necessary, as the enemy did not brace for the Roman attack; instead, with great noise and a panicked retreat, they and their heavy horses hurled themselves into the ranks of the infantry before they could even start fighting, resulting in thousands being overthrown without a single wound or any bloodshed. The greatest losses occurred during the retreat, or rather the scramble to escape, which was difficult due to the crowding within their own ranks. Tigranes initially fled with a small group, but when he saw his son in the same predicament, he took the crown from his head, tearfully giving it to him and telling him to escape by any means possible. The young man, fearing to wear it, handed it to one of his most trusted servants for safekeeping. This servant, unfortunately, was captured and brought to Lucullus, and thus Tigranes’s crown was among the spoils. It is reported that over a hundred thousand infantry were lost, with very few cavalry escaping. The Romans had a hundred wounded and five killed. Antiochus the philosopher, mentioning this battle in his book on the gods, remarked that the sun had never witnessed anything like it. Strabo, another philosopher, in his historical writings noted that the Romans couldn’t help but be embarrassed and mock themselves for battling such pitiful foes. Livy also noted that the Romans had never fought an enemy under such unequal circumstances, as the victors were less than one-twentieth the number of the defeated. The most insightful and experienced Roman commanders highlighted as a major achievement of Lucullus that he had defeated two great and powerful kings in completely opposing ways, through haste and delay. He wore down the thriving power of Mithridates through patience and time, and crushed Tigranes’s power through swift action, serving as a rare example of a general who used delay for proactive success and speed for safety.
On this account it was that Mithridates had made no haste to come up to fight, imagining Lucullus would, as he had done before, use caution and delay, which made him march at his leisure to join Tigranes. And first, as he began to meet some straggling Armenians in the way, making off in great fear and consternation, he suspected the worst, and when greater numbers of stripped and wounded men met him and assured him of the defeat, he set out to seek for Tigranes. And finding him destitute and humiliated, he by no means requited him with insolence, but alighting from his horse, and condoling with him on their common loss, he gave him his own royal guard to attend him, and animated him for the future. And they together gathered fresh forces about them. In the city Tigranocerta, the Greeks meantime, dividing from the barbarians, sought to deliver it up to Lucullus, and he attacked and took it. He seized on the treasure himself, but gave the city to be plundered by the soldiers, in which were found, amongst other property, eight thousand talents of coined money. Besides this, also, he distributed eight hundred drachmas to each man, out of the spoils. When he understood that many players were taken in the city, whom Tigranes had invited from all parts for opening the theater which he had built, he made use of them for celebrating his triumphal games and spectacles. The Greeks he sent home, allowing them money for their journey, and the barbarians also, as many as had been forced away from their own dwellings. So that by this one city being dissolved, many, by the restitution of their former inhabitants, were restored. By all of which Lucullus was beloved as a benefactor and founder. Other successes, also, attended him, such as he well deserved, desirous as he was far more of praise for acts of justice and clemency, than for feats in war, these being due partly to the soldiers, and very greatly to fortune, while those are the sure proofs of a gentle and liberal soul; and by such aids Lucullus, at that time, even without the help of arms, succeeded in reducing the barbarians. For the kings of the Arabians came to him, tendering what they had, and with them the Sophenians also submitted. And he so dealt with the Gordyenians, that they were willing to leave their own habitations, and to follow him with their wives and children. Which was for this cause. Zarbienus, king of the Gordyenians, as has been told, being impatient under the tyranny of Tigranes, had by Appius secretly made overtures of confederacy with Lucullus, but, being discovered, was executed, and his wife and children with him, before the Romans entered Armenia. Lucullus forgot not this, but coming to the Gordyenians made a solemn interment in honor of Zarbienus, and adorning the funeral pile with royal robes, and gold, and the spoils of Tigranes, he himself in person kindled the fire, and poured in perfumes with the friends and relations of the deceased, calling him his companion and the confederate of the Romans. He ordered, also, a costly monument to be built for him. There was a large treasure of gold and silver found in Zarbienus’s palace, and no less than three million measures of corn, so that the soldiers were provided for, and Lucullus had the high commendation of maintaining the war at its own charge, without receiving one drachma from the public treasury.
Because of this, Mithridates didn’t rush to engage in battle, thinking that Lucullus would, as he had before, play it safe and delay. This allowed him to leisurely march and join Tigranes. Initially, as he encountered some fleeing Armenians along the way, panicked and terrified, he feared the worst. When he came across larger groups of stripped and wounded men who confirmed the defeat, he set out to find Tigranes. Upon finding him destitute and humiliated, he didn’t respond with contempt. Instead, he dismounted from his horse, expressed his condolences over their shared loss, provided his own royal guard for Tigranes’ protection, and encouraged him for the future. They then rallied new forces together. Meanwhile, in the city of Tigranocerta, the Greeks, separating from the barbarians, attempted to surrender it to Lucullus, who then attacked and captured it. He seized the treasure for himself but allowed the soldiers to loot the city, which included, among other valuables, eight thousand talents of minted money. Additionally, he distributed eight hundred drachmas to each soldier from the spoils. When he learned that many entertainers had been captured in the city, whom Tigranes had summoned from various places for the opening of the theater he had built, he enlisted them for his triumphal games and spectacles. He sent the Greeks home, providing them with travel money, as well as the barbarians who had been forced from their own homes. Thus, with the fall of this one city, many were restored to their former homes. Because of all this, Lucullus was beloved as a benefactor and a founder. Other successes also came his way, which he greatly deserved, as he valued praise for acts of justice and kindness more than for military feats, which were partly due to the soldiers and significantly to fortune, while those acts showed the true nature of a gentle and generous soul. With such support, Lucullus, at that time, even without arms, succeeded in subduing the barbarians. The kings of the Arabians came to him, offering their allegiance, and the Sophenians also surrendered. He dealt with the Gordyenians in a way that made them willing to leave their homes and follow him with their wives and children for a reason. Zarbienus, the king of the Gordyenians, as previously mentioned, had secretly sought an alliance with Lucullus through Appius due to his dissatisfaction with Tigranes' tyranny. However, when discovered, he was executed along with his wife and children before the Romans entered Armenia. Lucullus did not forget this and, upon reaching the Gordyenians, held a solemn burial for Zarbienus, adorning the funeral pyre with royal robes, gold, and the spoils of Tigranes. He personally lit the fire, pouring in perfumes with the deceased's friends and family, calling him his ally and the Romans’ confederate. He also ordered a grand monument to be built in his honor. A vast treasure of gold and silver was found in Zarbienus’s palace, alongside three million measures of grain, ensuring that the soldiers were well-supplied, and Lucullus earned high praise for funding the war entirely out of his own resources, without taking a single drachma from the public treasury.
After this came an embassy from the king of Parthia to him, desiring amity and confederacy; which being readily embraced by Lucullus, another was sent by him in return to the Parthian, the members of which discovered him to be a double-minded man, and to be dealing privately at the same time with Tigranes, offering to take part with him, upon condition Mesopotamia were delivered up to him. Which as soon as Lucullus understood, he resolved to pass by Tigranes and Mithridates as antagonists already overcome, and to try the power of Parthia, by leading his army against them, thinking it would be a glorious result, thus in one current of war, like an athlete in the games, to throw down three kings one after another, and successively to deal as a conqueror with three of the greatest powers under heaven. He sent, therefore, into Pontus to Sornatius and his colleagues, bidding them bring the army thence, and join with him in his expedition out of Gordyene. The soldiers there, however, who had been restive and unruly before, now openly displayed their mutinous temper. No manner of entreaty or force availed with them, but they protested and cried out that they would stay no longer even there, but would go away and desert Pontus. The news of which, when reported to Lucullus, did no small harm to the soldiers about him, who were already corrupted with wealth and plenty, and desirous of ease. And on hearing the boldness of the others, they called them men, and declared they themselves ought to follow their example, for the actions which they had done did now well deserve release from service, and repose.
After this, an ambassador arrived from the king of Parthia, seeking friendship and alliance. Lucullus quickly accepted this offer, and sent another envoy back to Parthia. However, the members of this delegation revealed that he was two-faced, negotiating secretly with Tigranes and offering to side with him if Mesopotamia was handed over. Once Lucullus found this out, he decided to bypass Tigranes and Mithridates, whom he considered already defeated, and to challenge Parthia instead, thinking it would be an impressive feat to take down three kings in one campaign, like an athlete in the games. He sent a message to Sornatius and his fellow commanders in Pontus, instructing them to bring their troops and join him for an expedition out of Gordyene. However, the soldiers there, who had been rebellious and unruly before, now openly showed their defiance. No amount of pleas or force could persuade them; they declared they wouldn’t stay any longer and were ready to abandon Pontus. When Lucullus heard this news, it negatively affected his troops, who were already spoiled by wealth and comfort and eager for rest. Inspired by the audacity of the others, they claimed they were also men and should follow suit, saying that their past actions earned them a break from service.
Upon these and worse words, Lucullus gave up the thoughts of invading Parthia, and in the height of summertime, went against Tigranes. Passing over Taurus, he was filled with apprehension at the greenness of the fields before him, so long is the season deferred in this region by the coldness of the air. But, nevertheless, he went down, and twice or thrice putting to flight the Armenians who dared to come out against him, he plundered and burnt their villages, and seizing on the provision designed for Tigranes, reduced his enemies to the necessity which he had feared for himself. But when, after doing all he could to provoke the enemy to fight, by drawing entrenchments round their camp and by burning the country before them, he could by no means bring them to venture out, after their frequent defeats before, he rose up and marched to Artaxata, the royal city of Tigranes, where his wives and young children were kept, judging that Tigranes would never suffer that to go without the hazard of a battle. It is related that Hannibal, the Carthaginian, after the defeat of Antiochus by the Romans, coming to Artaxas, king of Armenia, pointed out to him many other matters to his advantage, and observing the great natural capacities and the pleasantness of the site, then lying unoccupied and neglected, drew a model of a city for it, and bringing Artaxas thither, showed it to him and encouraged him to build. At which the king being pleased, and desiring him to oversee the work, erected a large and stately city, which was called after his own name, and made metropolis of Armenia.
Due to these and worse remarks, Lucullus decided against invading Parthia and, during the peak of summer, turned his attention to Tigranes. Crossing the Taurus Mountains, he was struck by the lushness of the fields ahead of him, as the season is delayed in this area by the chill in the air. Nevertheless, he pressed on, and after driving off the Armenians who dared to confront him two or three times, he looted and burned their villages, confiscating supplies meant for Tigranes, thus putting his enemies in the dire situation he had feared for himself. But despite his efforts to provoke the enemy into battle—by surrounding their camp with fortifications and ravaging the land before them—he could not get them to come out to fight, especially after their recent defeats. So, he decided to march to Artaxata, the royal city of Tigranes, where his wives and young children were kept, believing that Tigranes would never let that go without risking a battle. It is said that Hannibal, the Carthaginian, after the Romans defeated Antiochus, visited Artaxas, the king of Armenia, and pointed out many advantages. Noticing the great natural resources and the appealing location, which was then empty and neglected, he created a model for a city and showed it to Artaxas, encouraging him to build it. The king was pleased and asked him to supervise the project, resulting in the construction of a large, impressive city, named after himself, which became the capital of Armenia.
And in fact, when Lucullus proceeded against it, Tigranes no longer suffered it, but came with his army, and on the fourth day sat down by the Romans, the river Arsanias lying between them, which of necessity Lucullus must pass in his march to Artaxata. Lucullus, after sacrifice to the gods, as if victory were already obtained, carried over his army, having twelve cohorts in the first division in front, the rest being disposed in the rear to prevent the enemy’s enclosing them. For there were many choice horse drawn up against him; in the front stood the Mardian horse-archers, and Iberians with long spears, in whom, being the most warlike, Tigranes more confided than in any other of his foreign troops. But nothing of moment was done by them, for though they skirmished with the Roman horse at a distance, they were not able to stand when the foot came up to them; but being broken, and flying on both sides, drew the horse in pursuit after them. Though these were routed, yet Lucullus was not without alarm when he saw the cavalry about Tigranes with great bravery and in large numbers coming upon him; he recalled his horse from pursuing, and he himself, first of all, with the best of his men, engaged the Satrapenians who were opposite him, and before ever they came to close fight, routed them with the mere terror. Of three kings in battle against him, Mithridates of Pontus fled away the most shamefully, being not so much as able to endure the shout of the Romans. The pursuit reached a long way, and all through the night the Romans slew and took prisoners, and carried off spoils and treasure, till they were weary. Livy says there were more taken and destroyed in the first battle, but in the second, men of greater distinction.
And actually, when Lucullus moved against it, Tigranes couldn’t take it anymore and came with his army. On the fourth day, they set up camp opposite the Romans, with the Arsanias River between them, which Lucullus had to cross in order to reach Artaxata. After making sacrifices to the gods, as if he had already won, Lucullus brought his army across, with twelve cohorts leading the front and the rest positioned in the back to prevent the enemy from surrounding them. There were many elite cavalry ready to face him; at the front were the Mardian horse archers and Iberians with long spears, whom Tigranes trusted more than any other of his foreign troops because they were the fiercest fighters. However, they didn’t accomplish much, since although they engaged in skirmishes with the Roman cavalry at a distance, they couldn’t hold their ground when the infantry arrived. They ended up breaking and fleeing on both sides, leading the cavalry to chase after them. Even though these troops were defeated, Lucullus felt some anxiety when he saw Tigranes’ cavalry charging at him bravely in large numbers. He called back his cavalry from the pursuit and, with his best men, he engaged the Satrapenians facing him. Without even having to engage in close combat, they scared them off just with their presence. Of the three kings in battle against him, Mithridates of Pontus fled most shamefully, unable to withstand the Romans' battle cry. The pursuit lasted a long time, and throughout the night, the Romans killed and captured prisoners, taking loot and treasure until they were exhausted. Livy mentions that more were captured and killed in the first battle, but the second one saw the defeat of more notable individuals.
Lucullus, flushed and animated by this victory, determined to march on into the interior and there complete his conquests over the barbarians; but winter weather came on, contrary to expectation, as early as the autumnal equinox, with storms and frequent snows and, even in the most clear days, hoar frost and ice, which made the waters scarcely drinkable for the horses by their exceeding coldness, and scarcely passable through the ice breaking and cutting the horses’ sinews. The country for the most part being quite uncleared, with difficult passes, and much wood, kept them continually wet, the snow falling thickly on them as they marched in the day, and the ground that they lay upon at night being damp and watery. After the battle they followed Lucullus not many days before they began to be refractory, first of all entreating and sending the tribunes to him, but presently they tumultuously gathered together, and made a shouting all night long in their tents, a plain sign of a mutinous army. But Lucullus as earnestly entreated them, desiring them to have patience but till they took the Armenian Carthage, and overturned the work of their great enemy, meaning Hannibal. But when he could not prevail, he led them back, and crossing Taurus by another road, came into the fruitful and sunny country of Mygdonia, where was a great and populous city, by the barbarians called Nisibis, by the Greeks Antioch of Mygdonia. This was defended by Guras, brother of Tigranes, with the dignity of governor, and by the engineering skill and dexterity of Callimachus, the same who so much annoyed the Romans at Amisus. Lucullus, however, brought his army up to it, and laying close siege in a short time took it by storm. He used Guras, who surrendered himself, kindly, but gave no attention to Callimachus, though he offered to make discovery of hidden treasures, commanding him to be kept in chains, to be punished for firing the city of Amisus, which had disappointed his ambition of showing favor and kindness to the Greeks.
Lucullus, excited and energized by his victory, decided to push deeper into the interior and finish his conquests over the barbarians. However, winter arrived unexpectedly early, just after the autumn equinox, bringing storms and frequent snow. Even on clear days, there was frost and ice, making the water hardly drinkable for the horses because it was so cold and nearly impossible to traverse due to the ice cutting at the horses’ legs. The terrain was mostly uncleared, with tough routes and plenty of woods, keeping the troops constantly wet. Thick snow fell on them as they marched during the day, and the ground they slept on at night was damp and soggy. After the battle, they followed Lucullus for a few days before they started to become rebellious, initially requesting and sending tribunes to him, but soon they gathered together and raised a loud commotion in their tents all night, a clear sign of a mutinous army. Lucullus earnestly pleaded with them, asking for patience until they captured the Armenian Carthage and defeated their great enemy, Hannibal. When he couldn’t convince them, he led them back, and by taking a different route through Taurus, they arrived in the fertile, sunny region of Mygdonia, where there was a large city called Nisibis by the barbarians and Antioch of Mygdonia by the Greeks. This city was defended by Guras, Tigranes’ brother, who was the governor, and by Callimachus, who had caused considerable trouble for the Romans at Amisus. However, Lucullus managed to bring his army up to the city and laid siege, quickly capturing it by force. He treated Guras, who surrendered, kindly but ignored Callimachus, even though he offered to reveal hidden treasures; Lucullus ordered him to be imprisoned as punishment for burning the city of Amisus, which had thwarted his desire to show favor and kindness to the Greeks.
Hitherto, one would imagine fortune had attended and fought with Lucullus, but afterward, as if the wind had failed of a sudden, he did all things by force, and, as it were, against the grain; and showed certainly the conduct and patience of a wise captain, but in the result met with no fresh honor or reputation; and, indeed, by bad success and vain embarrassments with his soldiers, he came within a little of losing even what he had before. He himself was not the least cause of all this, being far from inclined to seek popularity with the mass of the soldiers, and more ready to think any indulgence shown to them an invasion of his own authority. But what was worst of all, he was naturally unsociable to his great officers in commission with him, despising others and thinking them worthy of nothing in comparison with himself. These faults, we are told, he had with all his many excellences; he was of a large and noble person, an eloquent speaker and a wise counselor, both in the forum and the camp. Sallust says, the soldiers were ill affected to him from the beginning of the war, because they were forced to keep the field two winters at Cyzicus, and afterwards at Amisus. Their other winters, also, vexed them, for they either spent them in an enemy’s country, or else were confined to their tents in the open field among their confederates; for Lucullus not so much as once went into a Greek confederate town with his army. To this ill affection abroad, the tribunes yet more contributed at home, invidiously accusing Lucullus, as one who for empire and riches prolonged the war, holding, it might almost be said, under his sole power Cilicia, Asia, Bithynia, Paphlagonia, Pontus, Armenia, all as far as the river Phasis; and now of late had plundered the royal city of Tigranes, as if he had been commissioned not so much to subdue, as to strip kings. This is what we are told was said by Lucius Quintius, one of the praetors, at whose instance, in particular, the people determined to send one who should succeed Lucullus in his province, and voted, also, to relieve many of the soldiers under him from further service.
Up until now, one might think that luck had always been on Lucullus’s side, but then, as if the wind suddenly changed, he started doing everything by force and against the odds. He certainly displayed the behavior and patience of a wise leader, but in the end, he gained no new honor or respect; rather, due to poor outcomes and frustrating issues with his soldiers, he nearly lost everything he had achieved. He was partly to blame for this, as he wasn't interested in gaining the soldiers' popularity and saw any kindness towards them as an attack on his authority. But the worst part was that he was naturally unfriendly towards his high-ranking officers, looking down on others and thinking they were beneath him. It is said that he had these faults alongside many strengths; he was of a tall, noble build, an eloquent speaker, and a wise advisor both in the political arena and on the battlefield. Sallust mentions that the soldiers had a negative outlook on him right from the start of the war because they were forced to stay in the field for two winters at Cyzicus and then at Amisus. Their other winters were equally frustrating, as they either spent them in enemy territory or were stuck in their tents in the open field among their allies; Lucullus never once took his army into a Greek ally's town. To add to this negativity, the tribunes at home fueled their discontent by accusing Lucullus of dragging out the war for personal gain, suggesting he was almost single-handedly holding Cilicia, Asia, Bithynia, Paphlagonia, Pontus, and Armenia all the way to the Phasis River. Recently, he had even plundered the royal city of Tigranes, as if he were meant not to conquer but to loot kings. This is what we hear was said by Lucius Quintius, one of the praetors, who was a significant reason the people decided to send someone to replace Lucullus in his province and also voted to excuse many of his soldiers from further service.
Besides these evils, that which most of all prejudiced Lucullus, was Publius Clodius, an insolent man, very vicious and bold, brother to Lucullus’s wife, a woman of bad conduct, with whom Clodius was himself suspected of criminal intercourse. Being then in the army under Lucullus, but not in as great authority as he expected, (for he would fain have been the chief of all, but on account of his character was postponed to many,) he ingratiated himself secretly with the Fimbrian troops, and stirred them up against Lucullus, using fair speeches to them, who of old had been used to be flattered in such manner. These were those whom Fimbria before had persuaded to kill the consul Flaccus, and choose him their leader. And so they listened not unwillingly to Clodius, and called him the soldiers’ friend, for the concern he professed for them, and the indignation he expressed at the prospect that “there must be no end of war and toils, but in fighting with all nations, and wandering throughout all the world they must wear out their lives, receiving no other reward for their service than to guard the carriages and camels of Lucullus, laden with gold and precious goblets; while as for Pompey’s soldiers, they were all citizens, living safe at home with their wives and children, on fertile lands, or in towns, and that, not after driving Mithridates and Tigranes into wild deserts, and overturning the royal cities of Asia, but after having merely reduced exiles in Spain, or fugitive slaves in Italy. Nay, if indeed we must never have an end of fighting, should we not rather reserve the remainder of our bodies and souls for a general who will reckon his chiefest glory to be the wealth of his soldiers.”
Besides these problems, the biggest issue for Lucullus was Publius Clodius, an arrogant and troublesome man, and the brother of Lucullus’s wife, a woman of questionable morals, with whom Clodius was suspected of having an affair. At that time, he was serving in the army under Lucullus but did not have the level of authority he wanted (he aimed to be the top leader but was passed over for many positions due to his reputation). He secretly gained the favor of the Fimbrian troops, inciting them against Lucullus with persuasive words, knowing they were used to being flattered in this way. These were the same troops that Fimbria had previously convinced to kill the consul Flaccus and choose him as their leader. So, they listened to Clodius willingly and called him the soldiers’ friend because of the concern he claimed to have for them and the anger he expressed at the thought that “there would be no end to the war and hardship, but instead, they would keep fighting all nations, wandering the world and wearing out their lives, receiving no other reward for their service than guarding Lucullus's carriages and camels loaded with gold and precious goblets; while Pompey’s soldiers were all citizens, living safely at home with their wives and children, on fertile lands or in towns, and accomplishing not much more than driving exiles in Spain or runaway slaves in Italy into the wild. If we really have to keep fighting, shouldn’t we save our remaining strength for a leader who considers his greatest honor to be the wealth of his soldiers?”
By such practices the army of Lucullus being corrupted, neither followed him against Tigranes, nor against Mithridates, when he now at once returned into Pontus out of Armenia, and was recovering his kingdom, but under presence of the winter, sat idle in Gordyene, every minute expecting either Pompey, or some other general, to succeed Lucullus. But when news came that Mithridates had defeated Fabius, and was marching against Sornatius and Triarius, out of shame they followed Lucullus. Triarius, ambitiously aiming at victory, before ever Lucullus came to him, though he was then very near, was defeated in a great battle, in which it is said that above seven thousand Romans fell, among whom were a hundred and fifty centurions, and four and twenty tribunes, and that the camp itself was taken. Lucullus, coming up a few days after, concealed Triarius from the search of the angry soldiers. But when Mithridates declined battle, and waited for the coming of Tigranes, who was then on his march with great forces, he resolved before they joined their forces to turn once more and engage with Tigranes. But in the way the mutinous Fimbrians deserted their ranks, professing themselves released from service by a decree, and that Lucullus, the provinces being allotted to others, had no longer any right to command them. There was nothing beneath the dignity of Lucullus which he did not now submit to bear, entreating them one by one, from tent to tent, going up and down humbly and in tears, and even taking some like a suppliant, by the hand. But they turned away from his salutes, and threw down their empty purses, bidding him engage alone with the enemy, as he alone made advantage of it. At length, by the entreaty of the other soldiers, the Fimbrians, being prevailed upon, consented to tarry that summer under him, but if during that time no enemy came to fight them, to be free. Lucullus of necessity was forced to comply with this, or else to abandon the country to the barbarians. He kept them, indeed, with him, but without urging his authority upon them; nor did he lead them out to battle, being contented if they would but stay with him, though he then saw Cappadocia wasted by Tigranes, and Mithridates again triumphing, whom not long before he reported to the senate to be wholly subdued; and commissioners were now arrived to settle the affairs of Pontus, as if all had been quietly in his possession. But when they came, they found him not so much as master of himself, but contemned and derided by the common soldiers, who arrived at that height of insolence against their general, that at the end of summer they put on their armor and drew their swords, and defied their enemies then absent and gone off a long while before, and with great outcries and waving their swords in the air, they quitted the camp, proclaiming that the time was expired which they promised to stay with Lucullus. The rest were summoned by letters from Pompey to come and join him; he, by the favor of the people and by flattery of their leaders, having been chosen general of the army against Mithridates and Tigranes, though the senate and the nobility all thought that Lucullus was injured, having those put over his head who succeeded rather to his triumph, than to his commission, and that he was not so truly deprived of his command, as of the glory he had deserved in his command, which he was forced to yield to another.
Through these actions, Lucullus's army became corrupted; they no longer followed him against Tigranes or Mithridates. When Mithridates returned from Armenia to reclaim his kingdom, the troops idly waited in Gordyene during the winter, expecting either Pompey or another general to take Lucullus's place. However, when the news came that Mithridates had defeated Fabius and was advancing against Sornatius and Triarius, they begrudgingly followed Lucullus. Triarius, eager for victory, was defeated in a major battle before Lucullus could reach him, even though he was close by. Reports say that over seven thousand Romans fell in this battle, including a hundred and fifty centurions and twenty-four tribunes, and the camp was captured. A few days later, Lucullus arrived and protected Triarius from the furious soldiers searching for him. But when Mithridates avoided battle and awaited Tigranes, who was on his way with a large army, Lucullus decided to confront Tigranes before their forces combined. On the way, the mutinous Fimbrians abandoned their ranks, claiming they were released from service by a decree and that, with the provinces assigned to others, Lucullus no longer had the right to command them. Lucullus, displaying great humility, accepted their indignities, pleading with them one by one, moving from tent to tent in tears, and even taking some by the hand like a supplicant. But they refused his greetings and tossed their empty purses at him, insisting he should face the enemy alone, as he was the only one benefiting from their service. Eventually, after the other soldiers pleaded, the Fimbrians agreed to stay with him for the summer, on the condition that if no enemy appeared during that time, they would be set free. Lucullus had no choice but to accept this, or risk leaving the region to the barbarians. He kept them with him but didn’t assert his authority; he didn't lead them into battle, satisfied if they would simply remain by his side, even as he saw Cappadocia devastated by Tigranes and Mithridates once again victorious, someone he had recently informed the senate was completely subdued. Commissioners arrived to settle affairs in Pontus, as if everything were peacefully under his control. However, when they came, they found him not even in command of himself, being scorned and mocked by his own soldiers, who became so insolent by the end of summer that they donned their armor, drew their swords, and declared war on enemies who had long since departed. They loudly proclaimed the end of the time they had promised to stay with Lucullus and left the camp, waving their swords in the air. Others received summons from Pompey to join him, as he had been chosen general of the army against Mithridates and Tigranes, thanks to the people's support and the flattery of their leaders. Meanwhile, the senate and the nobility believed Lucullus had been wronged, as those put in command over him had succeeded more due to his triumphs than to their own commissions, meaning he wasn’t truly stripped of his command but rather robbed of the glory he deserved in it, which he was forced to surrender to someone else.
It was yet more of just matter of pity and indignation to those who were present; for Lucullus remained no longer master of rewards or punishments for any actions done in the war; neither would Pompey suffer any man to go to him, or pay any respect to the orders and arrangements he made with advice of his ten commissioners, but expressly issued edicts to the contrary, and could not but be obeyed by reason of his greater power. Friends, however, on both sides, thought it desirable to bring them together, and they met in a village of Galatia and saluted each other in a friendly manner, with congratulations on each other’s successes. Lucullus was the elder, but Pompey the more distinguished by his more numerous commands and his two triumphs. Both had rods dressed with laurel carried before them for their victories. And as Pompey’s laurels were withered with passing through hot and droughty countries, Lucullus’s lictors courteously gave Pompey’s some of the fresh and green ones which they had, which Pompey’s friends counted a good omen, as indeed of a truth, Lucullus’s actions furnished the honors of Pompey’s command. The interview, however, did not bring them to any amicable agreement; they parted even less friends than they met. Pompey repealed all the acts of Lucullus, drew off his soldiers, and left him no more than sixteen hundred for his triumph, and even those unwilling to go with him. So wanting was Lucullus, either through natural constitution or adverse circumstances, in that one first and most important requisite of a general, which had he but added to his other many and remarkable virtues, his fortitude, vigilance, wisdom, justice, the Roman empire had not had Euphrates for its boundary, but the utmost ends of Asia and the Hyrcanian sea; as other nations were then disabled by the late conquests of Tigranes, and the power of Parthia had not in Lucullus’s time shown itself so formidable as Crassus afterwards found it, nor had as yet gained that consistency, being crippled by wars at home, and on its frontiers, and unable even to make head against the encroachments of the Armenians. And Lucullus, as it was, seems to me through others’ agency to have done Rome greater harm, than he did her advantage by his own. For the trophies in Armenia, near the Parthian frontier, and Tigranocerta, and Nisibis, and the great wealth brought from thence to Rome, with the captive crown of Tigranes carried in triumph, all helped to puff up Crassus, as if the barbarians had been nothing else but spoil and booty, and he, falling among the Parthian archers, soon demonstrated that Lucullus’s triumphs were not beholden to the inadvertency and effeminacy of his enemies, but to his own courage and conduct. But of this afterwards.
It was nothing but pity and anger for those who were there; Lucullus no longer had control over rewards or punishments for actions taken during the war. Pompey wouldn’t let anyone approach him or respect the orders and plans Lucullus made with his ten commissioners. Instead, Pompey issued commands that went against Lucullus and those had to be followed due to his greater power. However, friends from both sides thought it would be good to bring them together, and they met in a village in Galatia, greeting each other warmly and congratulating one another on their successes. Lucullus was older, but Pompey was more distinguished because of his greater number of commands and his two triumphs. Both had rods adorned with laurel carried before them for their victories. As Pompey’s laurel leaves had withered from traveling through hot and dry regions, Lucullus’s lictors kindly offered Pompey some of their fresh green leaves, which his friends saw as a good sign since Lucullus’s actions supported the honors of Pompey’s command. However, the meeting did not lead to any friendly agreement; they parted even less amicably than when they met. Pompey canceled all of Lucullus’s decisions, took away his soldiers, and left him with only sixteen hundred, who were also reluctant to follow him. Lucullus, whether due to his natural disposition or bad circumstances, lacked that one key quality of a general, which, if he had added to his many remarkable virtues—his bravery, vigilance, wisdom, and fairness—would have extended the Roman Empire's borders beyond the Euphrates to the farthest reaches of Asia and the Hyrcanian Sea. At that time, other nations were weakened by Tigranes’s recent conquests, and the Parthian power had not yet proven as menacing as it did later during Crassus’s time, nor had it gained stability, being crippled by wars at home and along its borders, and unable to counter the attacks from the Armenians. As it happened, it seems Lucullus, through the actions of others, caused more harm to Rome than he did good by his own efforts. The trophies in Armenia, near the Parthian border, Tigranocerta, and Nisibis, along with the great wealth brought back to Rome and the captured crown of Tigranes paraded in triumph, all inflated Crassus’s ego, as if the barbarians were merely loot to be taken. When he faced the Parthian archers, it quickly became clear that Lucullus’s triumphs were not due to the carelessness and weakness of his enemies, but rather to his own bravery and skill. But more on that later.
Lucullus, upon his return to Rome, found his brother Marcus accused by Caius Memmius, for his acts as quaestor, done by Sylla’s orders; and on his acquittal, Memmius changed the scene, and animated the people against Lucullus himself, urging them to deny him a triumph for appropriating the spoils and prolonging the war. In this great struggle, the nobility and chief men went down and mingling in person among the tribes, with much entreaty and labor, scarce at length prevailed upon them to consent to his triumph. The pomp of which proved not so wonderful or so wearisome with the length of the procession and the number of things carried in it, but consisted chiefly in vast quantities of arms and machines of the king’s, with which he adorned the Flaminian circus, a spectacle by no means despicable. In his progress there passed by a few horsemen in heavy armor, ten chariots armed with scythes, sixty friends and officers of the king’s, and a hundred and ten brazen-beaked ships of war, which were conveyed along with them, a golden image of Mithridates six feet high, a shield set with precious stones, twenty loads of silver vessels, and thirty-two of golden cups, armor, and money, all carried by men. Besides which, eight mules were laden with golden couches, fifty-six with bullion, and a hundred and seven with coined silver, little less than two millions seven hundred thousand pieces. There were tablets, also, with inscriptions, stating what moneys he gave Pompey for prosecuting the piratic war, what he delivered into the treasury, and what he gave to every soldier, which was nine hundred and fifty drachmas each. After all which he nobly feasted the city and adjoining villages, or vici.
Lucullus, when he returned to Rome, found his brother Marcus facing accusations from Caius Memmius regarding his actions as quaestor, which were carried out under Sylla’s orders. After Marcus was acquitted, Memmius shifted his focus and stirred up the people against Lucullus, urging them to deny him a triumph for taking spoils and extending the war. In this significant conflict, the noble class and prominent citizens personally engaged with the citizens, pleading and working hard before they finally managed to win their approval for Lucullus’s triumph. The parade was not particularly impressive or tiresome due to its length or the number of items displayed, but was mainly notable for the large quantity of weapons and siege equipment from the king, which decorated the Flaminian circus, offering an impressive sight. The procession featured a few heavily armored horsemen, ten chariots equipped with scythes, sixty friends and officers of the king, and a hundred and ten warships with bronze beaks, all transported with them. There was also a six-foot golden statue of Mithridates, a jeweled shield, twenty loads of silverware, and thirty-two loads of golden cups, armor, and money, all carried by men. Furthermore, eight mules were loaded with golden couches, fifty-six with bullion, and a hundred and seven with minted silver—totaling nearly two million seven hundred thousand coins. There were also tablets with inscriptions detailing the funds he allocated to Pompey for fighting against pirates, what he deposited into the treasury, and how much he gave to each soldier, which was nine hundred and fifty drachmas. After all this, he generously hosted a feast for the city and the nearby villages.
Being divorced from Clodia, a dissolute and wicked woman, he married Servilia, sister to Cato. This also proved an unfortunate match, for she only wanted one of all Clodia’s vices, the criminality she was accused of with her brothers. Out of reverence to Cato, he for a while connived at her impurity and immodesty, but at length dismissed her. When the senate expected great things from him, hoping to find in him a check to the usurpations of Pompey, and that with the greatness of his station and credit he would come forward as the champion of the nobility, he retired from business and abandoned public life; either because he saw the State to be in a difficult and diseased condition, or, as others say, because he was as great as he could well be, and inclined to a quiet and easy life, after those many labors and toils which had ended with him so far from fortunately. There are those who highly commend his change of life, saying that he thus avoided that rock on which Marius split. For he, after the great and glorious deeds of his Cimbrian victories, was not contented to retire upon his honors, but out of an insatiable desire of glory and power, even in his old age, headed a political party against young men, and let himself fall into miserable actions, and yet more miserable sufferings. Better, in like manner, they say, had it been for Cicero, after Catiline’s conspiracy, to have retired and grown old, and for Scipio, after his Numantine and Carthaginian conquests, to have sat down contented. For the administration of public affairs has, like other things, its proper term, and statesmen as well as wrestlers will break down, when strength and youth fail. But Crassus and Pompey, on the other hand, laughed to see Lucullus abandoning himself to pleasure and expense, as if luxurious living were not a thing that as little became his years, as government of affairs at home, or of an army abroad.
After divorcing Clodia, a morally corrupt and wicked woman, he married Servilia, Cato's sister. This turned out to be another unfortunate match because she only desired one of Clodia's many vices—the criminality she was accused of along with her brothers. Out of respect for Cato, he initially tolerated her lack of purity and modesty, but eventually, he dismissed her. When the senate hoped for great things from him, expecting him to be a check against Pompey's excesses and to rise as a champion for the nobility with his high status and influence, he withdrew from public life; either because he saw the state was in a difficult and unhealthy condition, or, as others suggest, because he felt he had reached the pinnacle of his success and preferred a quiet and comfortable life after all the struggles that had ended in disappointment. Some people commend his choice to change his life, arguing that he avoided the fate of Marius, who after his glorious Cimbrian victories, was not satisfied with retiring on his laurels but, driven by an insatiable desire for glory and power, even in his old age, led a political faction against younger rivals and faced disastrous actions and even worse suffering. They say it would have been better for Cicero, after Catiline’s conspiracy, to have retired and aged gracefully, and for Scipio, after his victories at Numantia and Carthage, to have been content with his achievements. Managing public affairs, like many things, has its appropriate limits, and politicians, like athletes, can falter when their strength and youth fade. Meanwhile, Crassus and Pompey mocked Lucullus for indulging in pleasure and extravagance, as if a life of luxury suited him no more than managing domestic affairs or leading an army abroad.
And, indeed, Lucullus’s life, like the Old Comedy, presents us at the commencement with acts of policy and of war, at the end offering nothing but good eating and drinking, feastings and revellings, and mere play. For I give no higher name to his sumptuous buildings, porticoes and baths, still less to his paintings and sculptures, and all his industry about these curiosities, which he collected with vast expense, lavishly bestowing all the wealth and treasure which he got in the war upon them, insomuch that even now, with all the advance of luxury, the Lucullean gardens are counted the noblest the emperor has. Tubero the stoic, when he saw his buildings at Naples, where he suspended the hills upon vast tunnels, brought in the sea for moats and fish-ponds round his house, and built pleasure-houses in the waters, called him Xerxes in a gown. He had also fine seats in Tusculum, belvederes, and large open balconies for men’s apartments, and porticoes to walk in, where Pompey coming to see him, blamed him for making a house which would be pleasant in summer but uninhabitable in winter; whom he answered with a smile, “You think me, then, less provident than cranes and storks, not to change my home with the season.” When a praetor, with great expense and pains, was preparing a spectacle for the people, and asked him to lend him some purple robes for the performers in a chorus, he told him he would go home and see, and if he had got any, would let him have them; and the next day asking how many he wanted, and being told that a hundred would suffice, bade him to take twice as many: on which the poet Horace observes, that a house is but a poor one, where the valuables unseen and unthought of do not exceed all those that meet the eye.
And indeed, Lucullus’s life, much like the Old Comedy, starts off with acts of politics and war, but ends up being all about good food and drink, parties, and just having fun. I can’t call his extravagant buildings, porticoes, and baths anything more significant, nor his paintings and sculptures, and all his efforts regarding these curiosities, which he amassed at great cost, pouring all the wealth and treasure he gained from the war into them. Even now, despite all the luxury we've gained, the Lucullian gardens are considered the finest that the emperor has. When Tubero the Stoic visited his buildings in Naples, where he suspended hills on massive tunnels, brought in the sea for moats and fish ponds around his house, and built leisure houses in the water, he called him Xerxes in a gown. He also had beautiful places in Tusculum, lookout towers, and spacious balconies for living spaces, along with porticoes for walking. When Pompey came to visit him, he criticized him for creating a home that would be nice in summer but unlivable in winter. Lucullus smiled and replied, “So you think I’m less thoughtful than cranes and storks, not to change my home with the season?” When a praetor, after much expense and effort, was preparing a spectacle for the people and asked him to lend some purple robes for the performers in a chorus, Lucullus said he would check at home, and if he had any, he would lend them. The next day, after asking how many he needed and hearing that a hundred would be enough, he told him to take twice that amount. This led the poet Horace to comment that a house is lacking if the unseen valuable things inside don’t outnumber all that is visible.
Lucullus’s daily entertainments were ostentatiously extravagant, not only with purple coverlets, and plate adorned with precious stones, and dancings, and interludes, but with the greatest diversity of dishes and the most elaborate cookery, for the vulgar to admire and envy. It was a happy thought of Pompey in his sickness, when his physician prescribed a thrush for his dinner, and his servants told him that in summer time thrushes were not to be found anywhere but in Lucullus’s fattening coops, that he would not suffer them to fetch one thence, but observing to his physician, “So if Lucullus had not been an epicure, Pompey had not lived,” ordered something else that could easily be got to be prepared for him. Cato was his friend and connection, but, nevertheless, so hated his life and habits, that when a young man in the senate made a long and tedious speech in praise of frugality and temperance, Cato got up and said, “How long do you mean to go on making money like Crassus, living like Lucullus, and talking like Cato?” There are some, however, who say the words were said, but not by Cato.
Lucullus’s daily parties were ridiculously extravagant, featuring purple linens, plates decorated with jewels, dancers, and performances, along with a huge variety of dishes and elaborate cooking for everyone to admire and envy. When Pompey was ill and his doctor recommended a thrush for dinner, his servants informed him that thrushes could only be found in Lucullus’s fattening coops during summer. Pompey decided against sending them to fetch one, saying to his doctor, “If Lucullus hadn’t been a gourmet, Pompey wouldn’t have lived,” and instead ordered something else that was easier to get. Cato was his friend and family member, but he disliked Lucullus’s lifestyle so much that when a young senator gave a long and boring speech praising frugality and moderation, Cato stood up and said, “How long are you going to keep making money like Crassus, living like Lucullus, and talking like Cato?” However, some claim that those words were spoken, but not by Cato.
It is plain from the anecdotes on record of him, that Lucullus was not only pleased with, but even gloried in his way of living. For he is said to have feasted several Greeks upon their coming to Rome day after day, who, out of a true Grecian principle, being ashamed, and declining the invitation, where so great an expense was every day incurred for them, he with a smile told them, “Some of this, indeed, my Grecian friends, is for your sakes, but more for that of Lucullus.” Once when he supped alone, there being only one course, and that but moderately furnished, he called his steward and reproved him, who, professing to have supposed that there would be no need of any great entertainment, when nobody was invited, was answered, “What, did not you know, then, that to-day Lucullus dines with Lucullus?” Which being much spoken of about the city, Cicero and Pompey one day met him loitering in the forum, the former his intimate friend and familiar, and, though there had been some ill-will between Pompey and him about the command in the war, still they used to see each other and converse on easy terms together. Cicero accordingly saluted him, and asked him whether to-day were a good time for asking a favor of him, and on his answering, “Very much so,” and begging to hear what it was, “Then,” said Cicero, “we should like to dine with you today, just on the dinner that is prepared for yourself.” Lucullus being surprised, and requesting a day’s time, they refused to grant it, neither suffered him to talk with his servants, for fear he should give order for more than was appointed before. But thus much they consented to, that before their faces he might tell his servant, that to-day he would sup in the Apollo, (for so one of his best dining-rooms was called,) and by this evasion he outwitted his guests. For every room, as it seems, had its own assessment of expenditure, dinner at such a price, and all else in accordance; so that the servants, on knowing where he would dine, knew also how much was to be expended, and in what style and form dinner was to be served. The expense for the Apollo was fifty thousand drachmas, and thus much being that day laid out, the greatness of the cost did not so much amaze Pompey and Cicero, as the rapidity of the outlay. One might believe Lucullus thought his money really captive and barbarian, so wantonly and contumeliously did he treat it.
It’s clear from the stories recorded about him that Lucullus not only enjoyed but also took pride in his lifestyle. It’s said that he hosted several Greeks daily when they visited Rome, and out of true Greek modesty, they felt embarrassed and hesitated to accept such costly invitations. With a smile, he said to them, “Some of this, my Greek friends, is for you, but more for Lucullus.” One time, when he dined alone and only had a simple meal, he called his steward to scold him. The steward replied that he thought there was no need for a grand meal since no one was invited. Lucullus responded, “Didn’t you know that today Lucullus is dining with Lucullus?” This became widely discussed in the city. Later, Cicero and Pompey found him hanging out in the forum. Cicero, a close friend, greeted him and asked if it was a good time to request a favor. When Lucullus said, “Absolutely,” Cicero requested to join him for dinner that was prepared just for himself. Lucullus was taken aback and asked for a day’s notice, but they wouldn’t allow it and didn’t let him speak with his staff, worried he might change the plans. However, they did agree that he could tell his servant he would dine in the Apollo (that was the name of one of his best dining rooms). By doing this, he cleverly outsmarted his guests. Each dining room had its own budget for expenses, so when the staff knew where he planned to eat, they also understood the costs and styles for that meal. The Apollo’s expenses were fifty thousand drachmas, and while Pompey and Cicero were shocked by the total amount spent that day, it was the speed of the spending that really astonished them. It seemed like Lucullus treated his money as if it were a captive and foreign, and he used it so lavishly and disrespectfully.
His furnishing a library, however, deserves praise and record, for he collected very many and choice manuscripts; and the use they were put to was even more magnificent than the purchase, the library being always open, and the walks and reading-rooms about it free to all Greeks, whose delight it was to leave their other occupations and hasten thither as to the habitation of the Muses, there walking about, and diverting one another. He himself often passed his hours there, disputing with the learned in the walks, and giving his advice to statesmen who required it, insomuch that his house was altogether a home, and in a manner a Greek prytaneum for those that visited Rome. He was fond of all sorts of philosophy, and was well-read and expert in them all. But he always from the first specially favored and valued the Academy; not the New one which at that time under Philo flourished with the precepts of Carneades, but the Old one, then sustained and represented by Antiochus of Ascalon, a learned and eloquent man. Lucullus with great labor made him his friend and companion, and set him up against Philo’s auditors, among whom Cicero was one, who wrote an admirable treatise in defense of his sect, in which he puts the argument in favor of comprehension in the mouth of Lucullus, and the opposite argument in his own. The book is called Lucullus. For as has been said, they were great friends, and took the same side in politics. For Lucullus did not wholly retire from the republic, but only from ambition, and from the dangerous and often lawless struggle for political preeminence, which he left to Crassus and Cato, whom the senators, jealous of Pompey’s greatness, put forward as their champions, when Lucullus refused to head them. For his friends’ sake he came into the forum and into the senate, when occasion offered to humble the ambition and pride of Pompey, whose settlement, after his conquests over the kings, he got canceled, and by the assistance of Cato, hindered a division of lands to his soldiers, which he proposed. So Pompey went over to Crassus and Caesar’s alliance, or rather conspiracy, and filling the city with armed men, procured the ratification of his decrees by force, and drove Cato and Lucullus out of the forum. Which being resented by the nobility, Pompey’s party produced one Vettius, pretending they apprehended him in a design against Pompey’s life. Who in the senate-house accused others, but before the people named Lucullus, as if he had been suborned by him to kill Pompey. Nobody gave heed to what he said, and it soon appeared that they had put him forward to make false charges and accusations. And after a few days the whole intrigue became yet more obvious, when the dead body of Vettius was thrown out of the prison, he being reported, indeed, to have died a natural death, but carrying marks of a halter and blows about him, and seeming rather to have been taken off by those who suborned him. These things kept Lucullus at a greater distance from the republic.
His establishment of a library deserves recognition and praise, as he gathered a large collection of valuable manuscripts. The way they were used was even more impressive than their acquisition; the library was always open, and the surrounding gardens and reading rooms were accessible for free to all Greeks. They loved to abandon their other activities and rush there, as if it were the home of the Muses, walking around and enjoying each other's company. He often spent his time there, engaging in discussions with scholars in the gardens and offering advice to politicians who needed it, making his house feel like a home, and in a way, a Greek prytaneum for visitors in Rome. He appreciated all kinds of philosophy and was knowledgeable and skilled in them all. However, he always particularly favored the Academy from the beginning; not the New Academy that was flourishing at the time under Philo with the teachings of Carneades, but the Old Academy, represented by Antiochus of Ascalon, a learned and eloquent man. Lucullus worked hard to befriend him and appointed him to challenge Philo’s followers, among whom Cicero was included, who wrote an excellent treatise defending his philosophy, placing the argument for comprehension in Lucullus's words and the opposing view in his own. The book is called Lucullus. As mentioned, they were great friends and shared political opinions. Lucullus did not completely withdraw from public life, but he stepped back from ambition and the often chaotic and lawless pursuit of political power, leaving that to Crassus and Cato, whom the senators, envious of Pompey’s power, put forth as their leaders when Lucullus declined to lead them. For the sake of his friends, he would come into the forum and the Senate when necessary to challenge Pompey’s ambition and arrogance, getting the settlement of Pompey's conquests over the kings canceled and, with Cato's help, blocking a land distribution he proposed for his soldiers. Consequently, Pompey allied himself with Crassus and Caesar, or rather joined their conspiracy, filling the city with armed men and using force to secure approval of his decrees, forcing Cato and Lucullus out of the forum. This was disliked by the nobility, and Pompey’s supporters produced a man named Vettius, claiming he was planning to kill Pompey. In the Senate, he accused others, but before the public, he named Lucullus, implying that Lucullus had hired him to assassinate Pompey. No one believed him, and it quickly became clear that he was being used to make false accusations. After a few days, the whole scheme became even more apparent when Vettius’s dead body was thrown out of prison; although it was reported that he had died of natural causes, he showed signs of having been hanged and beaten, suggesting he was killed by those who had manipulated him. These events distanced Lucullus further from public life.
But when Cicero was banished the city, and Cato sent to Cyprus, he quitted public affairs altogether. It is said, too, that before his death, his intellects failed him by degrees. But Cornelius Nepos denies that either age or sickness impaired his mind, which was rather affected by a potion, given him by Callisthenes his freedman. The potion was meant by Callisthenes to strengthen his affection for him, and was supposed to have that tendency but it acted quite otherwise, and so disabled and unsettled his mind, that while he was yet alive, his brother took charge of his affairs. At his death, as though it had been the death of one taken off in the very height of military and civil glory, the people were much concerned, and flocked together, and would have forcibly taken his corpse, as it was carried into the market-place by young men of the highest rank, and have buried it in the field of Mars, where they buried Sylla. Which being altogether unexpected, and necessaries not easily to be procured on a sudden, his brother, after much entreaty and solicitation, prevailed upon them to suffer him to be buried on his Tusculan estate as had been appointed. He himself survived him but a short time, coming not far behind in death, as he did in age and renown, in all respects, a most loving brother.
But when Cicero was banished from the city and Cato was sent to Cyprus, he completely withdrew from public life. It’s also said that before his death, his mind gradually deteriorated. However, Cornelius Nepos argues that neither age nor illness affected his intellect; rather, it was impacted by a potion given to him by Callisthenes, his freedman. Callisthenes intended the potion to strengthen his bond with him, believing it would have that effect, but it had the opposite result and disoriented his mind to the extent that while he was still alive, his brother took over his affairs. At his death, as if it were the passing of someone who had reached the peak of military and civil glory, the people were greatly distressed and gathered around, wanting to forcibly take his body, as it was carried into the marketplace by young men of the highest status, so they could bury it in the Field of Mars, where Sulla was buried. This was completely unexpected, and necessary arrangements were not easily made on short notice. After much pleading and persuasion, his brother managed to convince them to allow him to be buried on his Tusculan estate, as had been planned. He himself lived only a short time after, not far behind in death, as he was in age and reputation, being a very devoted brother.
COMPARISON OF LUCULLUS WITH CIMON
One might bless the end of Lucullus, which was so timed as to let him die before the great revolution, which fate by intestine wars, was already effecting against the established government, and to close his life in a free though troubled commonwealth. And in this, above all other things, Cimon and he are alike. For he died also when Greece was as yet undisordered, in its highest felicity; though in the field at the head of his army, not recalled, nor out of his mind, nor sullying the glory of his wars, engagements, and conquests, by making feastings and debauches seem the apparent end and aim of them all; as Plato says scornfully of Orpheus, that he makes an eternal debauch hereafter, the reward of those who lived well here. Indeed, ease and quiet, and the study of pleasant and speculative learning, to an old man retiring from command and office, is a most suitable and becoming solace; but to misguide virtuous actions to pleasure as their utmost end, and, as the conclusion of campaigns and commands, to keep the feast of Venus, did not become the noble Academy, and the follower of Xenocrates, but rather one that inclined to Epicurus. And this its one surprising point of contrast between them; Cimon’s youth was ill- reputed and intemperate Lucullus’s well disciplined and sober. Undoubtedly we must give the preference to the change for good, for it argues the better nature, where vice declines and virtue grows. Both had great wealth, but employed it in different ways; and there is no comparison between the south wall of the acropolis built by Cimon, and the chambers and galleries, with their sea- views, built at Naples by Lucullus, out of the spoils of the barbarians. Neither can we compare Cimon’s popular and liberal table with the sumptuous oriental one of Lucullus, the former receiving a great many guests every day at small cost, the latter expensively spread for a few men of pleasure, unless you will say that different times made the alteration. For who can tell but that Cimon, if he had retired in his old age from business and war to quiet and solitude, might have lived a more luxurious and self- indulgent life, as he was fond of wine and company, and accused, as has been said, of laxity with women? The better pleasures gained in successful action and effort leave the baser appetites no time or place, and make active and heroic men forget them. Had but Lucullus ended his days in the field, and in command, envy and detraction itself could never have accused him. So much for their manner of life.
One might appreciate Lucullus's timing of death, which allowed him to pass away before the significant upheaval brought on by civil wars that were already shaking the established government, concluding his life in a free, albeit troubled, commonwealth. In this regard, he and Cimon are similar. Cimon also died when Greece was still stable and at its peak happiness; he was leading his army in the field, not dismissed, nor out of touch, and he did not tarnish the glory of his military endeavors and victories by making feasting and indulgence their clear goal, much like Plato scornfully remarks about Orpheus, who offers an endless party as the reward for those who lived well. Indeed, rest and tranquility, along with the pursuit of enjoyable and speculative learning, are fitting and appropriate comforts for an old man stepping back from leadership and public duties. However, to misdirect virtuous actions toward pleasure as their ultimate purpose, and to finish campaigns and leadership by celebrating the feast of Venus, was not suited to the noble Academy or the follower of Xenocrates, but rather to someone leaning toward Epicureanism. This presents a notable contrast between them: Cimon’s youth was poorly viewed and reckless, whereas Lucullus was well-disciplined and restrained. Clearly, we should favor the positive change, as it reflects a better nature when vice diminishes and virtue flourishes. Both had significant wealth, but they used it in different ways; there’s no comparison between the southern wall of the Acropolis built by Cimon and the luxurious chambers and galleries with sea views built by Lucullus in Naples from the spoils of war. Similarly, we can't equate Cimon’s popular and generous dining arrangements with Lucullus's extravagant feasts for a select few connoisseurs, unless one argues that different times necessitated such changes. Who knows, though, if Cimon had retired in his old age from business and battle to live in peace and solitude, he might have embraced a more indulgent and luxurious life, given his love of wine and company, and his alleged looseness with women? The greater pleasures derived from successful actions and endeavors leave little room for lower desires, allowing active and heroic individuals to forget them. Had Lucullus only finished his life in the field and in command, even envy and slander could never have tainted his reputation. That sums up their ways of life.
In war, it is plain they were both soldiers of excellent conduct, both at land and sea. But as in the games they honor those champions who on the same day gain the garland, both in wrestling and in the pancratium, with the name of “Victors and more,” so Cimon, honoring Greece with a sea and land victory on the same day, may claim a certain preeminence among commanders. Lucullus received command from his country, whereas Cimon brought it to his. He annexed the territories of enemies to her, who ruled over confederates before, but Cimon made his country, which when he began was a mere follower of others, both rule over confederates, and conquer enemies too, forcing the Persians to relinquish the sea, and inducing the Lacedaemonians to surrender their command. If it be the chiefest thing in a general to obtain the obedience of his soldiers by good-will, Lucullus was despised by his own army, but Cimon highly prized even by others. His soldiers deserted the one, the confederates came over to the other. Lucullus came home without the forces which he led out; Cimon, sent out at first to serve as one confederate among others, returned home with authority even over these also, having successfully effected for his city three most difficult services, establishing peace with the enemy, dominion over confederates, and concord with Lacedaemon. Both aiming to destroy great kingdoms, and subdue all Asia, failed in their enterprise, Cimon by a simple piece of ill- fortune, for he died when general, in the height of success; but Lucullus no man can wholly acquit of being in fault with his soldiers, whether it were he did not know, or would not comply with the distastes and complaints of his army, which brought him at last into such extreme unpopularity among them. But did not Cimon also suffer like him in this? For the citizens arraigned him, and did not leave off till they had banished him, that, as Plato says, they might not hear him for the space of ten years. For high and noble minds seldom please the vulgar, or are acceptable to them; for the force they use to straighten their distorted actions gives the same pain as surgeons’ bandages do in bringing dislocated bones to their natural position. Both of them, perhaps, come off pretty much with an equal acquittal on this count.
In war, it’s clear that both were soldiers of outstanding conduct, both on land and at sea. Just as in the games, where they celebrate champions who win the laurel on the same day in both wrestling and the pankration by calling them “Victors and more,” Cimon deserves special recognition among commanders for achieving victories at sea and land on the same day, bringing honor to Greece. Lucullus was given command by his country, while Cimon earned it for his. He expanded the territories of the enemies who previously dominated the allied states, whereas Cimon turned his country from a mere follower into a power that ruled over the allies and conquered enemies, forcing the Persians to give up control of the sea and convincing the Lacedaemonians to surrender their command. If the primary trait of a general is to gain the loyalty of his soldiers through goodwill, Lucullus was looked down upon by his own army, while Cimon was highly valued, even by others. Soldiers deserted Lucullus, yet the allies switched sides to support Cimon. Lucullus returned home without the troops he had led out; Cimon, initially sent to serve as one among equals, came back with authority over them, having completed three incredibly challenging tasks for his city: establishing peace with the enemy, gaining control over the allies, and achieving unity with Lacedaemon. Both aimed to destroy great kingdoms and conquer all of Asia, but they failed; Cimon suffered a stroke of bad luck, dying as a general at the peak of his success, while no one can completely absolve Lucullus of fault with his soldiers, whether due to ignorance or unwillingness to address the grievances and complaints of his army, which ultimately led to his extreme unpopularity. Didn’t Cimon also face similar challenges? The citizens brought him to trial and didn’t stop until they banished him for ten years, as Plato suggests, so they wouldn’t have to listen to him. High and noble minds often fail to please the masses or gain their acceptance; the force they use to correct the people’s misguided actions causes the same discomfort as a surgeon’s bandages do when setting dislocated bones back to their natural position. In this regard, both may be seen to have received a fairly even judgment.
Lucullus very much outwent him in war being the first Roman who carried an army over Taurus, passed the Tigris, took and burnt the royal palaces of Asia in the sight of the kings, Tigranocerta, Cabira, Sinope, and Nisibis, seizing and overwhelming the northern parts as far as the Phasis, the east as far as Media, and making the South and Red Sea his own through the kings of the Arabians. He shattered the power of the kings, and narrowly missed their persons, while like wild beasts they fled away into deserts and thick and impassable woods. In demonstration of this superiority, we see that the Persians, as if no great harm had befallen them under Cimon, soon after appeared in arms against the Greeks, and overcame and destroyed their numerous forces in Egypt. But after Lucullus, Tigranes and Mithridates were able to do nothing; the latter, being disabled and broken in the former wars, never dared to show his army to Pompey outside the camp, but fled away to Bosporus, and there died. Tigranes threw himself, naked and unarmed, down before Pompey, and taking his crown from his head, laid it at his feet, complimenting Pompey with what was not his own, but, in real truth, the conquest already effected by Lucullus. And when he received the ensigns of majesty again, he was well pleased, evidently because he had forfeited them before. And the commander, as the wrestler, is to be accounted to have done most who leaves an adversary almost conquered for his successor. Cimon, moreover, when he took the command, found the power of the king broken, and the spirits of the Persians humbled by their great defeats and incessant routs under Themistocles, Pausanias, and Leotychides, and thus easily overcame the bodies of men whose souls were quelled and defeated beforehand. But Tigranes had never yet in many combats been beaten, and was flushed with success when he engaged with Lucullus. There is no comparison between the numbers, which came against Lucullus, and those subdued by Cimon. All which things being rightly considered, it is a hard matter to give judgment. For supernatural favor also appears to have attended both of them, directing the one what to do, the other what to avoid, and thus they have, both of them, so to say, the vote of the gods, to declare them noble and divine characters.
Lucullus greatly surpassed him in warfare, being the first Roman to lead an army over the Taurus Mountains, cross the Tigris, capture and burn the royal palaces of Asia in front of the kings, including Tigranocerta, Cabira, Sinope, and Nisibis. He overwhelmed the northern regions all the way to the Phasis River, the east up to Media, and dominated the South and Red Sea with the help of Arabian kings. He shattered the power of the kings, narrowly missing capturing them as they fled like wild animals into deserts and dense, impassable forests. To illustrate this superiority, we see that the Persians, as if no significant harm had come to them under Cimon, soon appeared armed against the Greeks and defeated their large forces in Egypt. But after Lucullus, Tigranes and Mithridates could accomplish nothing; the latter, beaten and weakened from previous wars, never dared to show his army to Pompey outside the camp, instead fleeing to Bosporus, where he died. Tigranes threw himself down naked and unarmed before Pompey, removing his crown from his head and placing it at Pompey's feet, acknowledging him with what wasn't rightfully his, but in truth, the victory already won by Lucullus. When he regained his symbols of royalty, he was clearly pleased, likely because he had lost them before. A commander, much like a wrestler, is considered to have done the most when he leaves a nearly defeated opponent for his successor. Additionally, when Cimon took command, he found the king's power broken and the spirits of the Persians humbled by their significant defeats and constant routs under Themistocles, Pausanias, and Leotychides, making it easy to conquer men whose spirits had already been crushed. However, Tigranes had never been defeated in many battles and was confident in his success when he faced Lucullus. There’s no comparison between the numbers that confronted Lucullus and those subdued by Cimon. Considering all of this, it's challenging to make a judgment. For divine favor seems to have accompanied both of them, guiding one in what to do and the other in what to avoid, thus giving both of them, in a sense, the approval of the gods, designating them as noble and divine figures.
NICIAS
Crassus, in my opinion, may most properly be set against Nicias, and the Parthian disaster compared with that in Sicily. But here it will be well for me to entreat the reader, in all courtesy, not to think that I contend with Thucydides in matters so pathetically, vividly, and eloquently, beyond all imitation, and even beyond himself, expressed by him; nor to believe me guilty of the like folly with Timaeus, who, hoping in his history to surpass Thucydides in art, and to make Philistus appear a trifler and a novice, pushes on in his descriptions, through all the battles, sea-fights, and public speeches, in recording which they have been most successful, without meriting so much as to be compared in Pindar’s phrase, to
Crassus, in my view, can best be compared to Nicias, and the disaster with the Parthians can be likened to the one in Sicily. But here, I would like to kindly ask the reader not to think that I am competing with Thucydides in areas so deeply, vividly, and eloquently expressed, far beyond any imitation, even beyond his own words; nor should they assume I am making the same mistake as Timaeus, who, hoping to outdo Thucydides in style and make Philistus seem unimportant and inexperienced, rushes through his accounts of all the battles, naval fights, and public speeches where they have found the most success, without deserving, even according to Pindar's phrase, to be compared to.
One that on his feet Would with the Lydian cars compete.
One who could compete on foot with the Lydian chariots.
He simply shows himself all along a half-lettered, childish writer; in the words of Diphilus,
He just presents himself throughout as a half-formed, immature writer; in the words of Diphilus,
— of wit obese,
O’erlarded with Sicilian grease.
— of wit overweight,
Overloaded with Sicilian grease.
Often he sinks to the very level of Xenarchus, telling us that he thinks it ominous to the Athenians that their general, who had victory in his name, was unwilling to take command in the expedition; and that the defacing of the Hermae was a divine intimation that they should suffer much in the war by Hermocrates, the son of Hermon; and, moreover, how it was likely that Hercules should aid the Syracusans for the sake of Proserpine, by whose means he took Cerberus, and should be angry with the Athenians for protecting the Egesteans, descended from Trojan ancestors, whose city he, for an injury of their king Laomedon, had overthrown. However, all these may be merely other instances of the same happy taste that makes him correct the diction of Philistus, and abuse Plato and Aristotle. This sort of contention and rivalry with others in matter of style, to my mind, in any case, seems petty and pedantic, but when its objects are works of inimitable excellence, it is absolutely senseless. Such actions in Nicias’s life as Thucydides and Philistus have related, since they cannot be passed by, illustrating as they do most especially his character and temper, under his many and great troubles, that I may not seem altogether negligent, I shall briefly run over. And such things as are not commonly known, and lie scattered here and there in other men’s writings, or are found amongst the old monuments and archives, I shall endeavor to bring together; not collecting mere useless pieces of learning, but adducing what may make his disposition and habit of mind understood.
Often, he lowers himself to the level of Xenarchus, expressing his concern that it's a bad omen for the Athenians that their general, despite having victory associated with him, is unwilling to lead the expedition. He suggests that the damage to the Hermae is a divine warning that they will suffer greatly in the war at the hands of Hermocrates, the son of Hermon. Furthermore, he implies that Hercules might help the Syracusans out of loyalty to Proserpine, the one through whom he captured Cerberus, and that he would be upset with the Athenians for supporting the Egesteans, who descend from Trojan ancestors and whose city he destroyed due to an offense by their king Laomedon. However, all of this may just be more examples of his peculiar taste, which leads him to correct Philistus’s language and criticize Plato and Aristotle. To me, this sort of rivalry over style seems trivial and pedantic, but when the subjects are works of unparalleled excellence, it is completely nonsensical. The events in Nicias’s life that Thucydides and Philistus have described, which cannot be overlooked as they highlight his character and temperament during his numerous and significant challenges, I shall briefly summarize so as not to appear careless. I will also try to gather together lesser-known facts scattered across other writings or found in old records and archives, aiming not to collect trivial pieces of knowledge but to present what helps clarify his character and mindset.
First of all, I would mention what Aristotle has said of Nicias, that there had been three good citizens, eminent above the rest for their hereditary affection and love to the people, Nicias the son of Niceratus, Thucydides the son of Melesias, and Theramenes the son of Hagnon, but the last less than the others; for he had his dubious extraction cast in his teeth, as a foreigner from Ceos, and his inconstancy, which made him side sometimes with one party, sometimes with another in public life, and which obtained him the nickname of the Buskin.
First, I want to point out what Aristotle said about Nicias, that there were three outstanding citizens who stood out for their deep loyalty and love for the people: Nicias, son of Niceratus, Thucydides, son of Melesias, and Theramenes, son of Hagnon, though Theramenes was less appreciated than the others. This was partly due to his questionable background, being from Ceos, and his inconsistency, which caused him to switch sides between different factions in public life, earning him the nickname "the Buskin."
Thucydides came earlier, and, on the behalf of the nobility, was a great opponent of the measures by which Pericles courted the favor of the people.
Thucydides arrived first and, representing the upper class, strongly opposed the policies that Pericles used to win the support of the people.
Nicias was a younger man, yet was in some reputation even whilst Pericles lived; so much so as to have been his colleague in the office of general, and to have held command by himself more than once. But on the death of Pericles, he presently rose to the highest place, chiefly by the favor of the rich and eminent citizens, who set him up for their bulwark against the presumption and insolence of Cleon; nevertheless, he did not forfeit the good-will of the commonalty, who, likewise, contributed to his advancement. For though Cleon got great influence by his exertions
Nicias was younger but had a solid reputation even while Pericles was alive; he was a colleague of Pericles in the general's office and had commanded troops on his own several times. After Pericles' death, Nicias quickly rose to the top, mainly thanks to the support of wealthy and prominent citizens who backed him as a counter to Cleon's arrogance and overconfidence. However, he didn’t lose the support of the general populace, who also played a role in his rise. Though Cleon gained significant influence through his efforts
— to please
The old men, who trusted him to find them fees.
— to please
The old men, who relied on him to secure their payments.
Yet even those, for whose interest, and to gain whose favor he acted, nevertheless observing the avarice, the arrogance, and the presumption of the man, many of them supported Nicias. For his was not that sort of gravity which is harsh and offensive, but he tempered it with a certain caution and deference, winning upon the people, by seeming afraid of them. And being naturally diffident and unhopeful in war, his good fortune supplied his want of courage, and kept it from being detected, as in all his commands he was constantly successful. And his timorousness in civil life, and his extreme dread of accusers, was thought very suitable in a citizen of a free State; and from the people’s good-will towards him, got him no small power over them, they being fearful of all that despised them, but willing to promote one who seemed to be afraid of them; the greatest compliment their betters could pay them being not to contemn them.
Yet even those he was trying to impress, and whose favor he wanted to gain, noticed the greed, arrogance, and pride of the man; many of them still supported Nicias. His seriousness wasn’t harsh or offensive; he balanced it with caution and respect, making him seem humble and cautious in front of the people. Naturally hesitant and pessimistic about war, his good luck made up for his lack of courage, keeping it from being obvious since he consistently succeeded in his commands. His timidity in public life and his intense fear of accusations were seen as fitting for a citizen of a free state. Because of the people's support for him, he gained considerable influence over them; they feared anyone who looked down on them but were inclined to support someone who seemed apprehensive around them, as the greatest compliment their superiors could offer was not to disregard them.
Pericles, who by solid virtue and the pure force of argument ruled the commonwealth, had stood in need of no disguises nor persuasions with the people. Nicias, inferior in these respects, used his riches, of which he had abundance, to gain popularity. Neither had he the nimble wit of Cleon, to win the Athenians to his purposes by amusing them with bold jests; unprovided with such qualities, he courted them with dramatic exhibitions, gymnastic games, and other public shows, more sumptuous and more splendid than had been ever known in his, or in former ages. Amongst his religious offerings, there was extant, even in our days, the small figure of Minerva in the citadel, having lost the gold that covered it; and a shrine in the temple of Bacchus, under the tripods, that were presented by those who won the prize in the shows of plays. For at these he had often carried off the prize, and never once failed. We are told that on one of these occasions, a slave of his appeared in the character of Bacchus, of a beautiful person and noble stature, and with as yet no beard upon his chin; and on the Athenians being pleased with the sight, and applauding a long time, Nicias stood up, and said he could not in piety keep as a slave, one whose person had been consecrated to represent a god. And forthwith he set the young man free. His performances at Delos are, also, on record, as noble and magnificent works of devotion. For whereas the choruses which the cities sent to sing hymns to the god were wont to arrive in no order, as it might happen, and, being there met by a crowd of people crying out to them to sing, in their hurry to begin, used to disembark confusedly, putting on their garlands, and changing their dresses as they left the ships, he, when he had to convoy the sacred company, disembarked the chorus at Rhenea, together with the sacrifice, and other holy appurtenances. And having brought along with him from Athens a bridge fitted by measurement for the purpose, and magnificently adorned with gilding and coloring, and with garlands and tapestries; this he laid in the night over the channel betwixt Rhenea and Delos, being no great distance. And at break of day he marched forth with all the procession to the god, and led the chorus, sumptuously ornamented, and singing their hymns, along over the bridge. The sacrifices, the games, and the feast being over, he set up a palm-tree of brass for a present to the god, and bought a parcel of land with ten thousand drachmas which he consecrated; with the revenue the inhabitants of Delos were to sacrifice and to feast, and to pray the gods for many good things to Nicias. This he engraved on a pillar, which he left in Delos to be a record of his bequest. This same palm-tree, afterwards broken down by the wind, fell on the great statue which the men of Naxos presented, and struck it to the ground.
Pericles, who ruled the city-state with solid morals and strong arguments, didn’t need to hide his intentions or persuade the people misleadingly. Nicias, lacking in those qualities, used his wealth, which he had plenty of, to gain favor. He didn't possess the quick wit of Cleon, who entertained the Athenians with bold jokes; instead, he attracted them with extravagant performances, athletic competitions, and other public spectacles that were more luxurious and impressive than anything seen in his time or earlier. Among his religious contributions, there was even today the small statue of Minerva in the citadel, now stripped of its gold covering; and a shrine in the temple of Bacchus under the tripods awarded to winners of theatrical contests. He frequently won these competitions, never missing a chance to take home a prize. It’s said that on one occasion, a slave of his played Bacchus, looking striking and noble, without a beard yet; the Athenians were so pleased by the performance that they cheered for a long time. Nicias then stood up and declared that he couldn't keep as a slave someone who had been dedicated to embodying a god. Immediately, he freed the young man. His contributions in Delos are also recorded as acts of great devotion. Traditionally, the choruses from various cities would arrive haphazardly to sing hymns to the god, often in disarray, putting on their garlands and changing outfits as they rushed off the ships. However, when he had to lead the sacred group, he disembarked the chorus at Rhenea with the sacrificial offerings and other sacred items. He even brought a specially measured and beautifully decorated bridge from Athens, adorned with gold, colors, garlands, and tapestries. He laid this bridge overnight over the channel between Rhenea and Delos, a short distance apart. At dawn, he led the entire procession to the god, guiding the richly adorned chorus singing their hymns across the bridge. After the sacrifices, games, and feast were done, he set up a brass palm tree as a gift to the god and purchased a piece of land for ten thousand drachmas, which was to be used by the people of Delos for sacrifices, feasting, and prayers to the gods for many blessings for Nicias. He inscribed this on a pillar, which he left in Delos as a record of his donation. Later on, this palm tree was blown down by the wind and fell on the grand statue gifted by the people of Naxos, toppling it to the ground.
It is plain that much of this might be vainglory, and the mere desire of popularity and applause; yet from other qualities and carriage of the man, one might believe all this cost and public display to be the effect of devotion. For he was one of those who dreaded the divine powers extremely, and, as Thucydides tells us, was much given to arts of divination. In one of Pasiphon’s dialogues, it is stated that he daily sacrificed to the gods, and keeping a diviner at his house, professed to be consulting always about the commonwealth, but for the most part, inquired about his own private affairs, more especially concerning his silver mines; for he owned many works at Laurium, of great value, but somewhat hazardous to carry on. He maintained there a multitude of slaves, and his wealth consisted chiefly in silver. Hence he had many hangers-on about him, begging and obtaining. For he gave to those who could do him mischief, no less than to those who deserved well. In short, his timidity was a revenue to rogues, and his humanity to honest men. We find testimony in the comic writers, as when Teleclides, speaking of one of the professed informers, says: —
It's clear that a lot of this might just be vanity and a simple desire for popularity and praise; however, based on other traits and behavior of the man, one might think that all this expense and public display stemmed from genuine devotion. He was someone who was extremely fearful of divine powers and, as Thucydides mentions, was very much into divination. In one of Pasiphon's dialogues, it’s mentioned that he sacrificed to the gods every day and kept a diviner at his home, claiming to always seek advice about the state of the commonwealth, but mostly he asked about his own affairs, especially concerning his silver mines. He owned several operations in Laurium, which were very valuable but somewhat risky to manage. He had a large number of slaves there, and most of his wealth was tied up in silver. As a result, he attracted many people who came to him for support, getting from him as much as those who actually deserved help. In short, his fearfulness made him a target for dishonest people, while his generosity was a boon to good men. We see evidence of this in the comic writers, as when Teleclides refers to one of the well-known informers and says: —
Charicles gave the man a pound, the matter not to name,
That from inside a money-bag into the world he came;
And Nicias, also, paid him four; I know the reason well,
But Nicias is a worthy man, and so I will not tell.
Charicles gave the man a pound, no need to mention why,
From inside a money bag into the world he arrived;
And Nicias also paid him four; I know the reason well,
But Nicias is a decent guy, so I won't spill the beans.
So, also, the informer whom Eupolis introduces in his Maricas, attacking a good, simple, poor man: —
So, also, the informant that Eupolis presents in his Maricas, targeting a decent, straightforward, impoverished man: —
How long ago did you and Nicias meet?
I did but see him just now in the street.
The man has seen him and denies it not,
’Tis evident that they are in a plot.
See you, O citizens! ’tis fact, Nicias is taken in the act.
Taken, Fools! take so good a man
In aught that’s wrong none will or can.
How long ago did you and Nicias meet?
I just saw him in the street.
The guy has seen him and doesn’t deny it,
It’s clear that they’re up to something.
Look, citizens! It’s true, Nicias was caught in the act.
Caught, fools! No one would ever think to
Accuse a good man of anything wrong.
Cleon, in Aristophanes, makes it one of his threats: —
Cleon, in Aristophanes, makes it one of his threats: —
I’ll outscream all the speakers, and make Nicias stand aghast!
I’ll scream louder than all the speakers and leave Nicias stunned!
Phrynichus also implies his want of spirit, and his easiness to be intimidated in the verses,
Phrynichus also suggests his lack of courage and how easily he can be intimidated in the verses,
A noble man he was, I well can say,
Nor walked like Nicias, cowering on his way.
He was a noble man, I can definitely say,
And he didn't walk like Nicias, hunched over on his way.
So cautious was he of informers, and so reserved, that he never would dine out with any citizen, nor allowed himself to indulge in talk and conversation with his friends, nor gave himself any leisure for such amusements; but when he was general he used to stay at the office till night, and was the first that came to the council-house, and the last that left it. And if no public business engaged him, it was very hard to have access, or to speak with him, he being retired at home and locked up. And when any came to the door, some friend of his gave them good words, and begged them to excuse him, Nicias was very busy; as if affairs of State and public duties still kept him occupied. He who principally acted this part for him, and contributed most to this state and show, was Hiero, a man educated in Nicias’s family, and instructed by him in letters and music. He professed to be the son of Dionysius, surnamed Chalcus, whose poems are yet extant, and had led out the colony to Italy, and founded Thurii. This Hiero transacted all his secrets for Nicias with the dinners; and gave out to the people, what a toilsome and miserable life he led, for the sake of the commonwealth. “He,” said Hiero, “can never be either at the bath, or at his meat, but some public business interferes. Careless of his own, and zealous for the public good, he scarcely ever goes to bed till after others have had their first sleep. So that his health is impaired, and his body out of order, nor is he cheerful or affable with his friends, but loses them as well as his money in the service of the State, while other men gain friends by public speaking, enrich themselves, fare delicately, and make government their amusement.” And in fact this was Nicias’s manner of life, so that he well might apply to himself the words of Agamemnon: —
He was so cautious of informers and so reserved that he never dined out with any citizen, didn’t engage in conversations with his friends, and rarely allowed himself leisure for such activities. When he was a general, he would stay at the office until nighttime, being the first to arrive at the council house and the last to leave. If he wasn’t busy with public matters, it was quite difficult to see him or have a conversation, as he would stay at home and keep himself locked away. When someone came to the door, a friend of his would assure them and ask them to excuse him, saying Nicias was very busy, as if state affairs and public duties always kept him occupied. The person who mainly acted on his behalf and managed this situation was Hiero, who had grown up in Nicias’s household and learned letters and music from him. He claimed to be the son of Dionysius, known as Chalcus, whose poems still exist, and who led a colony to Italy and founded Thurii. Hiero handled all of Nicias’s private matters during meals and told the people about the exhausting and miserable life he led for the sake of the common good. “He,” Hiero said, “can never take a bath or eat without some public business getting in the way. Neglectful of his own needs and passionate about the public good, he rarely goes to bed before others have had their first sleep. As a result, his health suffers, and he feels unwell; he’s also not cheerful or friendly with his friends, losing both them and his wealth in service to the state, while other people gain friends through public speaking, enrich themselves, enjoy fine food, and treat government as their entertainment.” This was indeed Nicias’s way of life, so he could rightfully relate to the words of Agamemnon: —
Vain pomp’s the ruler of the life we live,
And a slave’s service to the crowd we give.
Pride and showiness control our lives,
And we serve the crowd like slaves.
He observed that the people, in the case of men of eloquence, or of eminent parts, made use of their talents upon occasion, but were always jealous of their abilities, and held a watchful eye upon them, taking all opportunities to humble their pride and abate their reputation; as was manifest in their condemnation of Pericles, their banishment of Damon, their distrust of Antiphon the Rhamnusian, but especially in the case of Paches who took Lesbos, who, having to give an account of his conduct, in the very court of justice unsheathed his sword and slew himself. Upon such considerations, Nicias declined all difficult and lengthy enterprises; if he took a command, he was for doing what was safe; and if, as thus was likely, he had for the most part success, he did not attribute it to any wisdom, conduct, or courage of his own, but, to avoid envy, he thanked fortune for all, and gave the glory to the divine powers. And the actions themselves bore testimony in his favor; the city met at that time with several considerable reverses, but he had not a hand in any of them. The Athenians were routed in Thrace by the Chalcidians, Calliades and Xenophon commanding in chief. Demosthenes was the general when they were unfortunate in Aetolia. At Delium, they lost a thousand citizens under the conduct of Hippocrates; the plague was principally laid to the charge of Pericles, he, to carry on the war, having shut up close together in the town the crowd of people from the country, who, by the change of place, and of their usual course of living, bred the pestilence. Nicias stood clear of all this; under his conduct was taken Cythera, an island most commodious against Laconia, and occupied by the Lacedaemonian settlers; many places, likewise, in Thrace, which had revolted, were taken or won over by him; he, shutting up the Megarians within their town, seized upon the isle of Minoa; and soon after, advancing from thence to Nisaea, made himself master there, and then making a descent upon the Corinthian territory, fought a successful battle, and slew a great number of the Corinthians with their captain Lycophron. There it happened that two of his men were left by an oversight, when they carried off the dead, which when he understood, he stopped the fleet, and sent a herald to the enemy for leave to carry off the dead; though by law and custom, he that by a truce craved leave to carry off the dead, was hereby supposed to give up all claim to the victory. Nor was it lawful for him that did this to erect a trophy, for his is the victory who is master of the field, and he is not master who asks leave, as wanting power to take. But he chose rather to renounce his victory and his glory, than to let two citizens lie unburied. He scoured the coast of Laconia all along, and beat the Lacedaemonians that made head against him. He took Thyrea, occupied by the Aeginetans, and carried the prisoners to Athens.
He noticed that people, especially those who were eloquent or highly talented, would use their skills when necessary, but they were always jealous of each other’s abilities and kept a close watch on them, looking for chances to bring them down a peg and tarnish their reputation. This was evident in how they condemned Pericles, exiled Damon, distrusted Antiphon from Rhamnus, and especially in the case of Paches, who captured Lesbos. When he had to account for his actions, he drew his sword and killed himself right there in court. Because of these situations, Nicias avoided any difficult or lengthy ventures; if he took command, he focused on what was safe. If he did happen to succeed, he didn't credit it to his own wisdom, leadership, or bravery but, to avoid envy, he thanked luck for it all and gave credit to the divine. The actions themselves confirmed this; at that time, the city faced several significant setbacks, but he wasn't involved in any of them. The Athenians were defeated in Thrace by the Chalcidians, with Calliades and Xenophon in charge. Demosthenes was the general when they faced misfortune in Aetolia. At Delium, they lost a thousand citizens under Hippocrates’ command. Pericles was largely blamed for the plague because he had crowded people from the countryside into the city to continue the war, which contributed to the spread of disease. Nicias stayed clear of all that; under his leadership, Cythera was captured—an island very strategic against Laconia, settled by the Lacedaemonians. He also took several places in Thrace that had revolted, trapped the Megarians in their city, seized the island of Minoa, and then moved on to Nisaea, where he gained control. After that, he launched an attack on Corinthian territory, winning a battle and killing many Corinthians, including their leader Lycophron. It happened that two of his men were accidentally left behind when they retrieved the dead. When he learned of this, he halted the fleet and sent a herald to the enemy to request permission to retrieve the dead. By law and custom, someone who requested permission to carry off the dead was assumed to forfeit their claim to victory. Moreover, it wasn’t lawful for someone who did this to set up a trophy because victory belonged to the one who controlled the battlefield, and asking for permission implied a lack of power to take it. But he preferred to give up his victory and glory rather than leave two citizens unburied. He swept along the Laconian coast, defeating the Lacedaemonians who resisted him. He captured Thyrea, taken by the Aeginetans, and brought the prisoners back to Athens.
When Demosthenes had fortified Pylos, and the Peloponnesians brought together both their sea and land forces before it, after the fight, about the number of four hundred native Spartans were left ashore in the isle Sphacteria. The Athenians thought it a great prize, as indeed it was, to take these men prisoners. But the siege, in places that wanted water, being very difficult and untoward, and to convey necessaries about by sea in summer tedious and expensive, in winter doubtful, or plainly impossible, they began to be annoyed, and to repent their having rejected the embassy of the Lacedaemonians that had been sent to propose a treaty of peace, which had been done at the importunity of Cleon, who opposed it chiefly out of a pique to Nicias; for, being his enemy, and observing him to be extremely solicitous to support the offers of the Lacedaemonians, he persuaded the people to refuse them.
When Demosthenes had fortified Pylos and the Peloponnesians gathered their sea and land forces against it, about four hundred native Spartans were left stranded on the island of Sphacteria after the battle. The Athenians saw capturing these men as a huge opportunity, and rightly so. However, the siege was very challenging due to the lack of water, and transporting supplies by sea during summer was slow and costly, while in winter it was uncertain or outright impossible. They began to feel frustrated and regret rejecting the peace proposal from the Lacedaemonians, which had been pushed aside at the insistence of Cleon. He opposed it mainly out of spite for Nicias; noticing that Nicias was very eager to support the Lacedaemonian offers, Cleon convinced the people to turn them down.
Now, therefore, that the siege was protracted, and they heard of the difficulties that pressed their army, they grew enraged against Cleon. But he turned all the blame upon Nicias, charging it on his softness and cowardice, that the besieged were not yet taken. “Were I general,” said he, “they should not hold out so long.” The Athenians not unnaturally asked the question, “Why then, as it is, do not you go with a squadron against them?” And Nicias standing up resigned his command at Pylos to him, and bade him take what forces he pleased along with him, and not be bold in words, out of harm’s way, but go forth and perform some real service for the commonwealth. Cleon, at the first, tried to draw back, disconcerted at the proposal, which he had never expected; but the Athenians insisting, and Nicias loudly upbraiding him, he thus provoked, and fired with ambition, took upon him the charge, and said further, that within twenty days after he embarked, he would either kill the enemy upon the place, or bring them alive to Athens. This the Athenians were readier to laugh at than to believe, as on other occasions, also, his bold assertions and extravagances used to make them sport, and were pleasant enough. As, for instance, it is reported that once when the people were assembled, and had waited his coming a long time, at last he appeared with a garland on his head, and prayed them to adjourn to the next day. “For,” said he, “I am not at leisure to-day; I have sacrificed to the gods, and am to entertain some strangers.” Whereupon the Athenians laughing rose up, and dissolved the assembly. However, at this time he had good fortune, and in conjunction with Demosthenes, conducted the enterprise so well, that within the time he had limited, he carried captive to Athens all the Spartans that had not fallen in battle.
Now, since the siege was prolonged, and they learned about the difficulties their army was facing, they became furious with Cleon. However, he placed all the blame on Nicias, accusing him of being soft and cowardly for why the besieged weren't captured yet. "If I were the general," he claimed, "they wouldn't hold out this long." The Athenians understandably asked, "Then why don’t you go with a squadron against them?" Nicias got up and handed his command at Pylos over to him, telling him to take whatever forces he wanted and not just talk big from a safe distance but actually go and do something for the city. At first, Cleon hesitated, thrown off by the unexpected proposal; but with the Athenians pushing and Nicias scolding him loudly, he became provoked and driven by ambition, taking on the responsibility. He even stated that within twenty days of setting sail, he would either kill the enemy or bring them alive to Athens. The Athenians were more inclined to laugh at this than to believe him, as they had often found his bold claims and extravagances amusing. For instance, it's said that once when the people gathered and had waited a long time for him, he finally showed up with a garland on his head and asked them to postpone the meeting until the next day. "Because," he said, "I'm not free today; I have made sacrifices to the gods and need to host some guests." The Athenians laughed and then disbanded the assembly. Nevertheless, this time luck was on his side, and along with Demosthenes, he managed the campaign so effectively that within the time he had promised, he brought all the Spartans who hadn’t died in battle back to Athens as captives.
This brought great disgrace on Nicias; for this was not to throw away his shield, but something yet more shameful and ignominious, to quit his charge voluntarily out of cowardice, and voting himself, as it were, out of his command of his own accord, to put into his enemy’s hand the opportunity of achieving so brave an action. Aristophanes has a jest against him on this occasion in the Birds: —
This brought a lot of shame on Nicias; for it wasn't just about abandoning his shield, but something even more disgraceful and humiliating: he willingly gave up his post out of fear, effectively voting himself out of command and handing his enemy the chance to pull off such a brave act. Aristophanes makes a joke about this in the Birds: —
Indeed, not now the word that must be said
Is, do like Nicias, or retire to bed.
Indeed, the word that needs to be said right now is, follow Nicias' lead, or just go to bed.
And, again, in his Husbandmen: —
And, once more, in his Farmers: —
I wish to stay at home and farm.
What then?
Who should prevent you?
You, my countrymen;
Whom I would pay a thousand drachmas down,
To let me give up office and leave town.
Enough; content; the sum two thousand is,
With those that Nicias paid to give up his.
I want to stay home and farm.
What then?
Who should stop you?
You, my fellow countrymen;
Whom I would pay a thousand drachmas right now,
To let me quit my office and leave the city.
That's enough; I'm satisfied; two thousand is the total,
Along with what Nicias paid to give up his position.
Besides all this, he did great mischief to the city by suffering the accession of so much reputation and power to Cleon, who now assumed such lofty airs, and allowed himself in such intolerable audacity, as led to many unfortunate results, a sufficient part of which fell to his own share. Amongst other things, he destroyed all the decorum of public speaking; he was the first who ever broke out into exclamations, flung open his dress, smote his thigh, and ran up and down whilst he was speaking, things which soon after introduced amongst those who managed the affairs of State, such license and contempt of decency, as brought all into confusion.
Besides all this, he caused a lot of trouble for the city by allowing Cleon to gain so much fame and power, which made Cleon act so arrogant and behave in such an outrageous manner that it led to many unfortunate outcomes, a significant part of which he faced himself. Among other things, he ruined the decorum of public speaking; he was the first to break into exclamations, fling open his clothing, hit his thigh, and run around while he spoke, actions that soon introduced such misconduct and disregard for decency among those in charge of the government that it threw everything into chaos.
Already, too, Alcibiades was beginning to show his strength at Athens, a popular leader, not, indeed, as utterly violent as Cleon, but as the land of Egypt, through the richness of its soil, is said,
Already, Alcibiades was starting to show his influence in Athens, a popular leader, not as completely aggressive as Cleon, but like the land of Egypt, known for its fertile soil, is said,
— great plenty to produce,
Both wholesome herbs, and drugs of deadly juice,
— a lot to grow,
Both healthy plants and poisons from deadly sources,
so the nature of Alcibiades was strong and luxuriant in both kinds, and made way for many serious innovations. Thus it fell out that after Nicias had got his hands clear of Cleon, he had not opportunity to settle the city perfectly into quietness. For having brought matters to a pretty hopeful condition, he found everything carried away and plunged again into confusion by Alcibiades, through the wildness and vehemence of his ambition, and all embroiled again in war worse than ever. Which fell out thus. The persons who had principally hindered the peace were Cleon and Brasidas. War setting off the virtue of the one, and hiding the villainy of the other, gave to the one occasions of achieving brave actions, to the other opportunity of committing equal dishonesties. Now when these two were in one battle both slain near Amphipolis, Nicias was aware that the Spartans had long been desirous of a peace, and that the Athenians had no longer the same confidence in the war. Both being alike tired, and, as it were by consent, letting fall their hands, he, therefore, in this nick of time, employed his efforts to make a friendship betwixt the two cities, and to deliver the other States of Greece from the evils and calamities they labored under, and so establish his own good name for success as a statesman for all future time. He found the men of substance, the elder men, and the land-owners and farmers pretty generally, all inclined to peace. And when, in addition to these, by conversing and reasoning, he had cooled the wishes of a good many others for war, he now encouraged the hopes of the Lacedaemonians, and counseled them to seek peace. They confided in him, as on account of his general character for moderation and equity, so, also, because of the kindness and care he had shown to the prisoners taken at Pylos and kept in confinement, making their misfortune the more easy to them.
So, Alcibiades was strong-willed and ambitious, which led to many serious changes. After Nicias had dealt with Cleon, he didn't have the chance to fully restore peace in the city. Even though he had improved the situation, Alcibiades’ reckless ambition caused everything to spiral back into chaos, leading to an even worse war. This happened because Cleon and Brasidas were the main obstacles to peace. War highlighted Cleon’s bravery and hid Brasidas’ dishonesty, allowing each to act in ways that fit their natures. When both men were killed in a battle near Amphipolis, Nicias realized that the Spartans had long wanted peace and that the Athenians had lost their confidence in continuing the war. With both sides exhausted and seemingly agreeing to a pause, he took this opportunity to work towards friendship between the two cities and to relieve the other Greek states from their struggles. His goal was to establish a solid reputation as a successful statesman for the future. He found many influential people, including elders, landowners, and farmers, generally supportive of peace. After discussing and reasoning with several others who had hoped for war, he boosted the optimism of the Lacedaemonians and advised them to pursue peace. They trusted him, both because of his reputation for fairness and moderation and due to the kindness he had shown to the prisoners taken at Pylos, making their situation more bearable.
The Athenians and the Spartans had before this concluded a truce for a year, and during this, by associating with one another, they had tasted again the sweets of peace and security, and unimpeded intercourse with friends and connections, and thus longed for an end of that fighting and bloodshed, and heard with delight the chorus sing such verses as
The Athenians and the Spartans had previously agreed to a one-year truce, and during this time, by spending time together, they experienced the pleasures of peace and safety, along with unrestricted interactions with friends and family. This made them yearn for an end to the fighting and bloodshed, and they joyfully listened to the chorus sing verses like
— my lance I’ll leave
Laid by, for spiders to o’erweave,
— I'll leave my lance
Laid aside for spiders to weave over,
and remembered with joy the saying, In peace, they who sleep are awaked by the cock-crow, not by the trumpet. So shutting their ears, with loud reproaches, to the forebodings of those who said that the Fates decreed this to be a war of thrice nine years, the whole question having been debated, they made a peace. And most people thought, now, indeed, they had got an end of all their evils. And Nicias was in every man’s mouth, as one especially beloved of the gods, who, for his piety and devotion, had been appointed to give a name to the fairest and greatest of all blessings. For in fact they considered the peace Nicias’s work, as the war the work of Pericles; because he, on light occasions, seemed to have plunged the Greeks into great calamities, while Nicias had induced them to forget all the evils they had done each other and to be friends again; and so to this day it is called the Peace of Nicias.
and joyfully remembered the saying, "In peace, those who sleep are awakened by the rooster's crow, not by the trumpet." So, shutting their ears to the warnings of those who said that fate had decided this would be a war lasting for twenty-seven years, they debated the whole issue and made peace. Most people thought that, at last, they had put an end to all their troubles. Nicias was talked about by everyone as someone especially favored by the gods, who, because of his piety and dedication, had been chosen to give a name to the greatest and most wonderful of all blessings. In fact, they believed the peace was Nicias's achievement, just as the war was seen as the doing of Pericles; because he, in trivial matters, seemed to have thrown the Greeks into great disasters, while Nicias had led them to forget all the wrongs they had done to one another and to become friends again; and so to this day, it is called the Peace of Nicias.
The articles being, that the garrisons and towns taken on either side, and the prisoners should be restored, and they to restore the first to whom it should fall by lot, Nicias, as Theophrastus tells us, by a sum of money procured that the lot should fall for the Lacedaemonians to deliver the first. Afterwards, when the Corinthians and the Boeotians showed their dislike of what was done, and by their complaints and accusations were wellnigh bringing the war back again, Nicias persuaded the Athenians and the Lacedaemonians, besides the peace, to make a treaty of alliance, offensive and defensive, as a tie and confirmation of the peace, which would make them more terrible to those that held out, and the firmer to each other. Whilst these matters were on foot, Alcibiades, who was no lover of tranquillity, and who was offended with the Lacedaemonians because of their applications and attentions to Nicias, while they overlooked and despised himself, from first to last, indeed, had opposed the peace, though all in vain, but now finding that the Lacedaemonians did not altogether continue to please the Athenians, but were thought to have acted unfairly in having made a league with the Boeotians, and had not given up Panactum, as they should have done, with its fortifications unrazed, nor yet Amphipolis, he laid hold on these occasions for his purpose, and availed himself of every one of them to irritate the people. And, at length, sending for ambassadors from the Argives, he exerted himself to effect a confederacy between the Athenians and them. And now, when Lacedaemonian ambassadors were come with full powers, and at their preliminary audience by the council seemed to come in all points with just proposals, he, fearing that the general assembly, also, would be won over to their offers, overreached them with false professions and oaths of assistance, on the condition that they would not avow that they came with full powers, this, he said, being the only way for them to attain their desires. They being overpersuaded and decoyed from Nicias to follow him, he introduced them to the assembly, and asked them presently whether or no they came in all points with full powers, which when they denied, he, contrary to their expectation, changing his countenance, called the council to witness their words, and now bade the people beware how they trust, or transact anything with such manifest liars, who say at one time one thing, and at another the very opposite upon the same subject. These plenipotentiaries were, as well they might be, confounded at this, and Nicias, also, being at a loss what to say, and struck with amazement and wonder, the assembly resolved to send immediately for the Argives, to enter into a league with them. An earthquake, which interrupted the assembly, made for Nicias’s advantage; and the next day the people being again assembled, after much speaking and soliciting, with great ado he brought it about, that the treaty with the Argives should be deferred, and he be sent to the Lacedaemonians, in full expectation that so all would go well.
The agreement stated that the garrisons and towns taken on either side, along with the prisoners, should be restored. They were to return the first ones determined by lot, and Nicias, as Theophrastus mentions, arranged for money to ensure that the lot fell in favor of the Lacedaemonians to deliver the first. Later, when the Corinthians and the Boeotians expressed their discontent with what had happened and their complaints nearly reignited the war, Nicias convinced the Athenians and Lacedaemonians to create an offensive and defensive alliance, in addition to securing peace. This alliance was meant to strengthen their resolve and intimidate those who resisted them. While these negotiations were in progress, Alcibiades, who was not interested in peace and felt slighted by the Lacedaemonians for their attention towards Nicias, all while ignoring him, opposed the peace from beginning to end, though it was futile. However, noticing that the Lacedaemonians were not entirely winning over the Athenians and were believed to have acted unfairly by allying with the Boeotians, and failing to surrender Panactum and its fortifications or Amphipolis, he seized these moments to stir up the people. Eventually, he called for ambassadors from the Argives to help establish a confederacy between them and the Athenians. When the Lacedaemonian ambassadors arrived with full powers and seemed to present reasonable proposals at their initial meeting with the council, he worried that the general assembly would also be persuaded by their offers. He deceived them with false promises and oaths of support, provided they wouldn’t admit they possessed full powers, claiming this was the only way to achieve their desires. Misled by Nicias, they followed him to the assembly, and he immediately asked them whether they came with complete authority. When they denied it, he unexpectedly changed his demeanor, called on the council to witness their words, and warned the people to be cautious not to trust or deal with such obvious liars, who would say one thing at one time and the opposite at another. The ambassadors, understandably, were bewildered by this, and Nicias, too, was at a loss for words, astonished and astonished, prompting the assembly to decide to send for the Argives to form an alliance with them. An earthquake interrupted the assembly, which benefited Nicias, and the following day, after much discussion and persuasion, he managed to delay the treaty with the Argives and proposed that he be sent to the Lacedaemonians, hoping that this would result in a favorable outcome.
When he arrived at Sparta, they received him there as a good man, and one well inclined towards them; yet he effected nothing, but, baffled by the party that favored the Boeotians, he returned home, not only dishonored and hardly spoken of, but likewise in fear of the Athenians, who were vexed and enraged that through his persuasions they had released so many and such considerable persons, their prisoners, for the men who had been brought from Pylos were of the chiefest families of Sparta, and had those who were highest there in place and power for their friends and kindred. Yet did they not in their heat proceed against him, otherwise than that they chose Alcibiades general, and took the Mantineans and Eleans, who had thrown up their alliance with the Lacedaemonians, into the league, together with the Argives, and sent to Pylos freebooters to infest Laconia, whereby the war began to break out afresh.
When he got to Sparta, they welcomed him as a decent guy who was friendly towards them. However, he accomplished nothing. Overwhelmed by the faction that supported the Boeotians, he went back home, not only disgraced and barely mentioned, but also afraid of the Athenians. They were frustrated and furious because, by his persuasion, they had released many significant prisoners—all from the leading families of Sparta, with powerful allies and relatives among them. Still, in their anger, they didn't take drastic action against him; instead, they appointed Alcibiades as general, brought the Mantineans and Eleans—who had broken off their alliance with the Lacedaemonians—into the alliance with the Argives, and sent raiders to Pylos to attack Laconia, sparking the war again.
But the enmity betwixt Nicias and Alcibiades running higher and higher, and the time being at hand for decreeing the ostracism or banishment, for ten years, which the people, putting the name on a sherd, were wont to inflict at certain times on some person suspected or regarded with jealousy for his popularity or wealth, both were now in alarm and apprehension, one of them, in all likelihood, being to undergo this ostracism; as the people abominated the life of Alcibiades, and stood in fear of his boldness and resolution, as is shown particularly in the history of him; while as for Nicias, his riches made him envied, and his habits of living, in particular, his unsociable and exclusive ways, not like those of a fellow-citizen, or even a fellow-man, went against him, and having many times opposed their inclinations, forcing them against their feelings to do what was their interest, he had got himself disliked.
But the hostility between Nicias and Alcibiades kept escalating, and with the time approaching for the people to decide on ostracism, or banishment for ten years, they were nervous and anxious. This was a practice where the citizens would write a name on a piece of pottery to exile someone they suspected or envied for their popularity or wealth. Both men were worried that one of them would be the target of this ostracism; the people hated Alcibiades' lifestyle and feared his boldness and determination, which is emphasized in his history. On the other hand, Nicias was envied for his wealth, and his way of life—especially his unsociable and exclusive nature—did not resonate with the citizens. He often went against their wishes, forcing them to act in ways that suited his interests, which made him unpopular.
To speak plainly, it was a contest of the young men who were eager for war, against the men of years and lovers of peace, they turning the ostracism upon the one, these upon the other. But
To put it simply, it was a competition between the young men eager for war and the older, peace-loving men, with each side ostracizing the other. But
In civil strife e’en villains rise to fame.
In times of civil unrest, even bad people can become famous.
And so now it happened that the city, distracted into two factions, allowed free course to the most impudent and profligate persons, among whom was Hyperbolus of the Perithoedae, one who could not, indeed, be said to be presuming upon any power, but rather by his presumption rose into power, and by the honor he found in the city, became the scandal of it. He, at this time, thought himself far enough from the ostracism, as more properly deserving the slave’s gallows, and made account, that one of these men being dispatched out of the way, he might be able to play a part against the other that should be left, and openly showed his pleasure at the dissension, and his desire to inflame the people against both of them. Nicias and Alcibiades, perceiving his malice, secretly combined together, and setting both their interests jointly at work, succeeded in fixing the ostracism not on either of them, but even on Hyperbolus. This, indeed, at the first, made sport, and raised laughter among the people; but afterwards it was felt as an affront, that the thing should be dishonored by being employed upon so unworthy a subject; punishment, also, having its proper dignity, and ostracism being one that was appropriate rather for Thucydides, Aristides, and such like persons; whereas for Hyperbolus it was a glory, and a fair ground for boasting on his part, when for his villainy he suffered the same with the best men. As Plato, the comic poet said of him,
And so it happened that the city, divided into two factions, allowed the most brazen and immoral people to roam free, including Hyperbolus of the Perithoedae. He didn't really have any true power but gained power through his arrogance, and the respect he received in the city became its disgrace. At this time, he felt safe from ostracism, thinking he deserved the gallows instead, and figured that if one of his rivals was dealt with, he could turn against the other one left and openly expressed his satisfaction with the conflict, wanting to stir the people up against both of them. Nicias and Alcibiades, realizing his malicious intentions, secretly collaborated and combined their efforts to ensure that the ostracism fell not on either of them but instead on Hyperbolus. At first, this was a source of amusement and laughter for the public; however, it later felt disrespectful that such a serious punishment was applied to someone so unworthy. Punishment also carries its own weight, and ostracism is usually reserved for distinguished individuals like Thucydides or Aristides, whereas for Hyperbolus, it became a point of pride and a reason for boasting, as he suffered the same fate as the best of men. As Plato, the comic poet, said about him,
The man deserved the fate, deny who can;
Yes, but the fate did not deserve the man;
Not for the like of him and his slave-brands,
Did Athens put the sherd into our hands.
The man deserved his fate, who could deny it;
Yes, but the fate didn’t deserve him;
Not for someone like him and his marks of slavery,
Did Athens hand us the broken pieces.
And, in fact, none ever afterwards suffered this sort of punishment, but Hyperbolus was the last, as Hipparchus the Cholargian, who was kin to the tyrant, was the first.
And in fact, no one after this ever faced that kind of punishment, but Hyperbolus was the last one, just as Hipparchus the Cholargian, who was related to the tyrant, was the first.
There is no judgment to be made of fortune; nor can any reasoning bring us to a certainty about it. If Nicias had run the risk with Alcibiades, whether of the two should undergo the ostracism, he had either prevailed, and, his rival being expelled the city, he had remained secure; or, being overcome, he had avoided the utmost disasters, and preserved the reputation of a most excellent commander. Meantime I am not ignorant that Theophrastus says, that when Hyperbolus was banished Phaeax, not Nicias, contested it with Alcibiades; but most authors differ from him.
There’s no judgment to be made about fate; no reasoning can give us certainty about it. If Nicias had taken the risk with Alcibiades of determining which of them would face ostracism, he could have either won, with his rival being expelled from the city and him staying secure; or, if he lost, he would have avoided the worst disasters and maintained his reputation as an excellent commander. Meanwhile, I know that Theophrastus claims it was Phaeax, not Nicias, who went up against Alcibiades when Hyperbolus was banished, but most authors disagree with him.
It was Alcibiades, at any rate, whom when the Aegestean and Leontine ambassadors arrived and urged the Athenians to make an expedition against Sicily, Nicias opposed, and by whose persuasions and ambition he found himself overborne, who even before the people could be assembled, had preoccupied and corrupted their judgment with hopes and with speeches; insomuch that the young men at their sports, and the old men in their workshops, and sitting together on the benches, would be drawing maps of Sicily, and making charts showing the seas, the harbors, and general character of the coast of the island opposite Africa. For they made not Sicily the end of the war, but rather its starting point and head-quarters from whence they might carry it to the Carthaginians, and possess themselves of Africa, and of the seas as far as the pillars of Hercules. The bulk of the people, therefore, pressing this way, Nicias, who opposed them, found but few supporters, nor those of much influence; for the men of substance, fearing lest they should seem to shun the public charges and ship-money, were quiet against their inclination; nevertheless he did not tire nor give it up, but even after the Athenians decreed a war and chose him in the first place general, together with Alcibiades and Lamachus, when they were again assembled, he stood up, dissuaded them, and protested against the decision, and laid the blame on Alcibiades, charging him with going about to involve the city in foreign dangers and difficulties, merely with a view to his own private lucre and ambition. Yet it came to nothing. Nicias, because of his experience, was looked upon as the fitter for the employment, and his wariness with the bravery of Alcibiades, and the easy temper of Lamachus, all compounded together, promised such security, that he did but confirm the resolution. Demostratus, who, of the popular leaders, was the one who chiefly pressed the Athenians to the expedition, stood up and said he would stop the mouth of Nicias from urging any more excuses, and moved that the generals should have absolute power both at home and abroad, to order and to act as they thought best; and this vote the people passed.
It was Alcibiades who, when ambassadors from Aegests and Leontini came and urged the Athenians to launch an expedition against Sicily, faced opposition from Nicias. However, Alcibiades used his persuasion and ambition to sway the public before they could gather, filling their minds with hopes and speeches. As a result, young men at play and older men in their workshops were busy drawing maps of Sicily and creating charts showing the seas, ports, and coastal features of the island near Africa. They didn't see Sicily as the war's endpoint but rather as a launching pad to take the fight to the Carthaginians and eventually claim Africa and the seas all the way to the pillars of Hercules. Because most people were pushing for this idea, Nicias, who opposed it, found few supporters, and those he had weren't very influential. Wealthy citizens, fearing they would look like they were avoiding public duties and shipping taxes, kept quiet against their better judgment. Still, Nicias didn’t give up; even after the Athenians voted for war and appointed him as a general alongside Alcibiades and Lamachus, he stood up again in assembly, arguing against the decision and blaming Alcibiades for trying to embroil the city in foreign dangers and complications for his own profit and ambition. Yet it was all in vain. Because of his experience, Nicias was seen as the most suitable for the role, and a mix of his caution, Alcibiades's boldness, and Lamachus's easygoing nature seemed to promise security, ultimately confirming the resolution. Demostratus, a key figure among the popular leaders pushing for the expedition, stood up and declared he would silence Nicias’s objections, proposing that the generals be granted full authority both at home and abroad to act as they saw fit; the people voted in favor of this.
The priests, however, are said to have very earnestly opposed the enterprise. But Alcibiades had his diviners of another sort, who from some old prophesies announced that “there shall be great fame of the Athenians in Sicily,” and messengers came back to him from Jupiter Ammon, with oracles importing that “the Athenians shall take all the Syracusans.” Those, meanwhile, who knew anything that boded ill, concealed it, lest they might seem to forespeak ill-luck. For even prodigies that were obvious and plain would not deter them; not the defacing of the Hermue, all maimed in one night except one, called the Hermes of Andocides, erected by the tribe of Aegeus, placed directly before the house then occupied by Andocides; nor what was perpetrated on the altar of the twelve gods, upon which a certain man leaped suddenly up, and then turning round, mutilated himself with a stone. Likewise at Delphi, there stood a golden image of Minerva, set on a palm-tree of brass, erected by the city of Athens from the spoils they won from the Medes; this was pecked at several days together by crows flying upon it, who, also, plucked off and knocked down the fruit, made of gold, upon the palm-tree. But the Athenians said these were all but inventions of the Delphians, corrupted by the men of Syracuse. A certain oracle bade them bring from Clazomenae the priestess of Minerva there; they sent for the woman and found her named Hesychia, Quietness, this being, it would seem, what the divine powers advised the city at this time, to be quiet. Whether, therefore, the astrologer Meton feared these presages, or that from human reason he doubted its success, (for he was appointed to a command in it,) feigning himself mad, he set his house on fire. Others say he did not counterfeit madness, but set his house on fire in the night, and he next morning came before the assembly in great distress, and besought the people, in consideration of the sad disaster, to release his son from the service, who was about to go captain of a galley for Sicily. The genius, also, of the philosopher Socrates, on this occasion, too, gave him intimation by the usual tokens, that the expedition would prove the ruin of the commonwealth; this he imparted to his friends and familiars, and by them it was mentioned to a number of people. Not a few were troubled because the days on which the fleet set sail happened to be the time when the women celebrated the death of Adonis; there being everywhere then exposed to view images of dead men, carried about with mourning and lamentation, and women beating their breasts. So that such as laid any stress on these matters were extremely troubled, and feared lest that all this warlike preparation, so splendid and so glorious, should suddenly, in a little time, be blasted in its very prime of magnificence, and come to nothing.
The priests, however, reportedly strongly opposed the venture. But Alcibiades had his own kind of diviners who, based on some old prophecies, declared that "the Athenians will gain great fame in Sicily," and messengers returned to him from Jupiter Ammon, with oracles saying that "the Athenians will defeat all the Syracusans." Meanwhile, those who knew of any bad omens kept quiet, fearing that they might seem to predict misfortune. Even obvious and clear prodigies did not deter them; not the defacement of the Herms, all damaged in one night except for one known as the Hermes of Andocides, which was placed right in front of the house then occupied by Andocides; nor what happened at the altar of the twelve gods, where a man suddenly jumped up and then, turning around, harmed himself with a stone. Likewise, at Delphi, there stood a golden statue of Minerva atop a brass palm tree, built by the city of Athens from the spoils they took from the Medes; this was pecked at for several days by crows that landed on it, which also knocked off the golden fruit from the palm tree. But the Athenians claimed these were merely fabrications by the Delphians, influenced by the Syracusans. An oracle instructed them to bring the priestess of Minerva from Clazomenae; they sent for her and found her named Hesychia, which means Quietness, seemingly indicating what the divine powers advised the city at that time, to remain calm. Whether the astrologer Meton was concerned about these signs or doubted the success of the mission based on common sense (since he was appointed to lead it), he pretended to go mad and set his house on fire. Others say he didn’t feign madness but actually did set his house on fire at night, and the next morning he appeared before the assembly in great distress, pleading with the people to excuse his son from service, as he was about to be captain of a ship to Sicily. The spirit of the philosopher Socrates also indicated to him through usual signs that the expedition would lead to the ruin of the commonwealth; he shared this with his friends and they passed the word to many others. Many were troubled because the days when the fleet was set to sail coincided with the time when women mourned the death of Adonis, with images of dead men displayed everywhere, carried around in sorrow and women beating their breasts. Those who placed any significance on these events were extremely worried and feared that this grand and glorious military preparation would suddenly falter in its prime and come to nothing.
Nicias, in opposing the voting of this expedition, and neither being puffed up with hopes, nor transported with the honor of his high command so as to modify his judgment, showed himself a man of virtue and constancy. But when his endeavors could not divert the people from the war, nor get leave for himself to be discharged of the command, but the people, as it were, violently took him up and carried him, and against his will put him in the office of general, this was no longer now a time for his excessive caution and his delays, nor was it for him, like a child, to look back from the ship, often repeating and reconsidering over and over again how that his advice had not been overruled by fair arguments, thus blunting the courage of his fellow commanders and spoiling the season of action. Whereas, he ought speedily to have closed with the enemy and brought the matter to an issue, and put fortune immediately to the test in battle. But, on the contrary, when Lamachus counseled to sail directly to Syracuse, and fight the enemy under their city walls, and Alcibiades advised to secure the friendship of the other towns, and then to march against them, Nicias dissented from them both, and insisted that they should cruise quietly around the island and display their armament, and, having landed a small supply of men for the Egesteans, return to Athens, weakening at once the resolution and casting down the spirits of the men. And when, a little while after, the Athenians called home Alcibiades in order to his trial, he being, though joined nominally with another in commission, in effect the only general, made now no end of loitering, of cruising, and considering, till their hopes were grown stale, and all the disorder and consternation which the first approach and view of their forces had cast amongst the enemy was worn off, and had left them.
Nicias, in opposing the vote for this expedition, remained neither overly hopeful nor swept away by the prestige of his high command, which showed his virtue and steadiness. However, when his efforts to sway the people away from the war failed, and he couldn't get himself relieved of his command—essentially being forcibly made a general against his will—it was no longer the time for his excessive caution and delays. He shouldn't have acted like a child, constantly looking back and reconsidering how his advice hadn’t been overturned by reasonable arguments, thus discouraging his fellow commanders and wasting the opportunity for action. Instead, he should have quickly confronted the enemy, resolved the situation, and tested their luck in battle. In contrast, when Lamachus suggested they sail straight to Syracuse and fight the enemy near their city, and Alcibiades recommended securing alliances with other towns before advancing, Nicias disagreed with both. He insisted they sail around the island calmly, show off their forces, and drop off a small group of men for the Egestaeans, then return to Athens, diminishing both resolve and morale among the troops. And soon after, when the Athenians called Alcibiades back for trial, Nicias—though officially sharing command with another—effectively became the only general. He wasted time lingering, cruising, and deliberating until their hopes faded and the initial panic that their forces had instilled in the enemy had completely dissipated.
Whilst yet Alcibiades was with the fleet, they went before Syracuse with a squadron of sixty galleys, fifty of them lying in array without the harbor, while the other ten rowed in to reconnoiter, and by a herald called upon the citizens of Leontini to return to their own country. These scouts took a galley of the enemy’s, in which they found certain tablets, on which was set down a list of all the Syracusans, according to their tribes. These were wont to be laid up at a distance from the city, in the temple of Jupiter Olympius, but were now brought forth for examination to furnish a muster-roll of young men for the war. These being so taken by the Athenians, and carried to the officers, and the multitude of names appearing, the diviners thought it unpropitious, and were in apprehension lest this should be the only destined fullfilment of the prophecy, that “the Athenians shall take all the Syracusans.” Yet, indeed, this was said to be accomplished by the Athenians at another time, when Callippus the Athenian, having slain Dion, became master of Syracuse. But when Alcibiades shortly after sailed away from Sicily, the command fell wholly to Nicias. Lamachus was, indeed, a brave and honest man, and ready to fight fearlessly with his own hand in battle, but so poor and ill off, that whenever he was appointed general, he used always, in accounting for his outlay of public money, to bring some little reckoning or other of money for his very clothes and shoes. On the contrary, Nicias, as on other accounts, so, also, because of his wealth and station, was very much thought of. The story is told that once upon a time the commission of generals being in consultation together in their public office, he bade Sophocles the poet give his opinion first, as the senior of the board. “I,” replied Sophocles, “am the older, but you are the senior.” And so now, also, Lamachus, who better understood military affairs, being quite his subordinate, he himself, evermore delaying and avoiding risk, and faintly employing his forces, first by his sailing about Sicily at the greatest distance aloof from the enemy, gave them confidence, then by afterwards attacking Hybla, a petty fortress, and drawing off before he could take it, made himself utterly despised. At the last he retreated to Catana without having achieved anything, save that he demolished Hyocara, a humble town of the barbarians, out of which the story goes that Lais the courtesan, yet a mere girl, was sold amongst the other prisoners, and carried thence away to Peloponnesus.
While Alcibiades was still with the fleet, they approached Syracuse with a squadron of sixty ships, fifty of which positioned themselves outside the harbor, while the other ten rowed in to scout and called on the citizens of Leontini to return to their homeland. These scouts captured an enemy ship and found certain tablets listing all the Syracusans by their tribes. These records were typically stored away from the city in the temple of Jupiter Olympius but had now been brought out for inspection to create a draft of young men for the war. When the Athenians took these records and reported the numerous names to their officers, the diviners felt it was bad omen and feared it might fulfill the prophecy that “the Athenians shall take all the Syracusans.” However, it was said that this had already happened at an earlier time when Callippus, an Athenian, killed Dion and took control of Syracuse. But shortly after Alcibiades left Sicily, command entirely fell to Nicias. Lamachus was indeed a brave and honest man, always ready to fight fiercely, but he was so poor that whenever he was appointed general, he used to account for his public expenses with claims for money for his clothes and shoes. On the other hand, Nicias, due to his wealth and status, was highly regarded. There’s a story that once, when the generals were meeting in their office, he asked Sophocles the poet to give his opinion first as the oldest member. “I may be older,” replied Sophocles, “but you are the senior.” Even now, Lamachus, who had a better understanding of military matters, was subordinate to Nicias, who continually hesitated and avoided risks, weakly employing his forces. By sailing around Sicily far from the enemy first, he gained their confidence, and then by attacking Hybla, a small fortress, but retreating before he could capture it, he made himself completely disdained. In the end, he retreated to Catana without accomplishing anything, except for the destruction of Hyocara, a minor town of the barbarians, where it is said that Lais the courtesan, still just a girl, was sold among other prisoners and taken to Peloponnesus.
But when the summer was spent, after reports began to reach him that the Syracusans were grown so confident that they would come first to attack him, and troopers skirmishing to the very camp twitted his soldiers, asking whether they came to settle with the Catanians, or to put the Leontines in possession of their city, at last, with much ado, Nicias resolved to sail against Syracuse. And wishing to form his camp safely and without molestation, he procured a man to carry from Catana intelligence to the Syracusans that they might seize the camp of the Athenians unprotected, and all their arms, if on such a day they should march with all their forces to Catana; and that, the Athenians living mostly in the town, the friends of the Syracusans had concerted, as soon as they should perceive them coming, to possess themselves of one of the gates, and to fire the arsenal; that many now were in the conspiracy and awaited their arrival. This was the ablest thing Nicias did in the whole of his conduct of the expedition. For having drawn out all the strength of the enemy, and made the city destitute of men, he set out from Catana, entered the harbor, and chose a fit place for his camp, where the enemy could least incommode him with the means in which they were superior to him, while with the means in which he was superior to them, he might expect to carry on the war without impediment.
But when summer ended and reports started coming in that the Syracusans had become so confident they would attack him first, and with troops skirmishing right up to his camp mocking his soldiers—asking if they had come to settle with the Catanians or to hand the Leontines back their city—Nicias reluctantly decided to sail against Syracuse. Wanting to establish his camp safely and without interruption, he arranged for a man to carry information from Catana to the Syracusans, suggesting they could seize the Athenian camp while it was unprotected, along with all their weapons, if they marched their full forces to Catana on a specific day. The Athenians were mostly in the town, and the Syracusans' allies had planned that as soon as they saw them coming, they would take one of the gates and set fire to the arsenal; many were already involved in the conspiracy and were waiting for their arrival. This was the smartest move Nicias made throughout the entire expedition. By drawing out all the enemy’s strength and leaving the city low on men, he set out from Catana, entered the harbor, and chose the best spot for his camp, where the enemy could bother him the least with their superior resources, while he could effectively conduct the war using his strengths without obstacles.
When the Syracusans returned from Catana, and stood in battle array before the city gates, he rapidly led up the Athenians and fell on them and defeated them, but did not kill many, their horse hindering the pursuit. And his cutting and breaking down the bridges that lay over the river gave Hermocrates, when cheering up the Syracusans, occasion to say, that Nicias was ridiculous, whose great aim seemed to be to avoid fighting, as if fighting were not the thing he came for. However, he put the Syracusans into a very great alarm and consternation, so that instead of fifteen generals then in service, they chose three others, to whom the people engaged by oath to allow absolute authority.
When the people of Syracuse returned from Catania and lined up for battle in front of the city gates, he quickly brought the Athenians forward and attacked them, defeating them, but not killing many, as their cavalry made it hard to chase them down. By cutting and destroying the bridges over the river, Hermocrates was able to motivate the Syracusans, who remarked that Nicias was foolish, as his main goal seemed to be avoiding combat, as if fighting wasn't what he had come for. Nevertheless, he really scared the Syracusans, causing them to replace the fifteen generals currently in command with three new ones, to whom the people promised by oath to give complete authority.
There stood near them the temple of Jupiter Olympius, which the Athenians (there being in it many consecrated things of gold and silver) were eager to take, but were purposely withheld from it by Nicias, who let the opportunity slip, and allowed a garrison of the Syracusans to enter it, judging that if the soldiers should make booty of that wealth, it would be no advantage to the public, and he should bear the guilt of the impiety. Not improving in the least this success, which was everywhere famous, after a few days’ stay, away he goes to Naxos, and there winters, spending largely for the maintenance of so great an army, and not doing anything except some matters of little consequence with some native Sicilians that revolted to him. Insomuch that the Syracusans took heart again, made excursions to Catana, wasted the country, and fired the camp of the Athenians. For which everybody blamed Nicias, who, with his long reflection, his deliberateness, and his caution, had let slip the time for action. None ever found fault with the man when once at work, for in the brunt he showed vigor and activity enough, but was slow and wanted assurance to engage.
Near them stood the temple of Jupiter Olympius, which the Athenians were eager to capture since it contained many sacred items made of gold and silver. However, Nicias intentionally held them back from it, letting the chance slip away and allowing a garrison of the Syracusans to occupy it. He believed that if the soldiers took the treasure, it would not benefit the public, and he would bear the blame for such sacrilege. Failing to capitalize on this widely known opportunity, Nicias left after a few days for Naxos, where he spent the winter and a lot of resources to support a large army, but did little except handle minor matters with some native Sicilians who had revolted. As a result, the Syracusans grew confident again, launched raids on Catana, devastated the countryside, and burned the Athenians' camp. For this, everyone criticized Nicias, who, despite his deep thinking, deliberation, and caution, had missed the right moment for action. No one ever complained about him once he started working, as he showed enough energy and activity during combat, but he was slow to engage and lacked the confidence to act.
When, therefore, he brought again the army to Syracuse, such was his conduct, and with such celerity, and at the same time security, he came upon them, that nobody knew of his approach, when already he had come to shore with his galleys at Thapsus, and had landed his men; and before any could help it he had surprised Epipolae, had defeated the body of picked men that came to its succor, took three hundred prisoners, and routed the cavalry of the enemy, which had been thought invincible. But what chiefly astonished the Syracusans, and seemed incredible to the Greeks, was, in so short a space of time the walling about of Syracuse, a town not less than Athens, and far more difficult, by the unevenness of the ground, and the nearness of the sea and the marshes adjacent, to have such a wall drawn in a circle round it; yet this, all within a very little, finished by a man that had not even his health for such weighty cares, but lay ill of the stone, which may justly bear the blame for what was left undone. I admire the industry of the general, and the bravery of the soldiers for what they succeeded in. Euripides, after their ruin and disaster, writing their funeral elegy, said that
When he brought the army back to Syracuse, he moved with such skill, speed, and security that no one knew he was coming until he had already landed his galleys at Thapsus and disembarked his men. Before anyone could react, he had surprised Epipolae, defeated the elite troops sent to aid it, captured three hundred prisoners, and routed the enemy cavalry, which was thought to be unbeatable. But what amazed the Syracusans the most, and seemed unbelievable to the Greeks, was how quickly he completed the fortifications around Syracuse, a city as large as Athens and much harder to defend due to its rough terrain and its closeness to the sea and surrounding marshes. Yet he finished it all in a very short time, despite being ill with kidney stones, which could be blamed for what was left incomplete. I admire the general's determination and the soldiers' bravery for what they accomplished. Euripides, after their defeat and tragedy, wrote their funeral elegy and stated that
Eight victories over Syracuse they gained,
While equal yet to both the gods remained.
Eight victories over Syracuse they achieved,
While still equal to both the gods remained.
And in truth one shall not find eight, but many more victories, won by these men against the Syracusans, till the gods, in real truth, or fortune intervened to check the Athenians in this advance to the height of power and greatness.
And really, you won’t just find eight, but many more victories that these men won against the Syracusans, until the gods, in reality, or fate stepped in to stop the Athenians in their rise to power and greatness.
Nicias, therefore, doing violence to his body, was present in most actions. But once, when his disease was the sharpest upon him, he lay in the camp with some few servants to attend him. And Lamachus having the command fought the Syracusans, who were bringing a cross-wall from the city along to that of the Athenians, to hinder them from carrying it round; and in the victory, the Athenians hurrying in some disorder to the pursuit, Lamachus getting separated from his men, had to resist the Syracusan horse that came upon him. Before the rest advanced Callicrates, a man of good courage and skill in war. Lamachus, upon a challenge, engaged with him in single combat, and receiving the first wound, returned it so home to Callicrates, that they both fell and died together. The Syracusans took away his body and arms, and at full speed advanced to the wall of the Athenians, where Nicias lay without any troops to oppose to them, yet roused by this necessity, and seeing the danger, he bade those about him go and set on fire all the wood and materials that lay provided before the wall for the engines, and the engines themselves; this put a stop to the Syracusans, saved Nicias, saved the walls, and all the money of the Athenians. For when the Syracusans raw such a fire blazing up between them and the wall, they retired.
Nicias, therefore, pushed himself physically and was present in most battles. But once, when his illness was at its worst, he stayed in the camp with just a few servants to care for him. Meanwhile, Lamachus, who was in command, fought against the Syracusans, who were building a cross-wall from the city to block the Athenians from moving around. In the Athenian victory, the troops rushed in somewhat chaotically to pursue the enemy, and Lamachus got separated from his men, facing the Syracusan cavalry that charged at him. Before the others could advance, Callicrates, a brave and skilled warrior, challenged Lamachus to single combat. Lamachus engaged with him and, despite taking the first wound, struck back so fiercely that they both fell and died together. The Syracusans took his body and weapons and quickly moved toward the Athenian wall, where Nicias lay without any troops to defend him. However, motivated by the urgency of the situation and recognizing the danger, he ordered those around him to set ablaze all the wood and materials they had stacked before the wall for the siege engines, as well as the engines themselves. This action stopped the Syracusans, saved Nicias, preserved the walls, and protected Athenian assets. When the Syracusans saw the fire roaring up between them and the wall, they retreated.
Nicias now remained sole general, and with great prospects; for cities began to come over to alliance with him, and ships laden with corn from every coast came to the camp, everyone favoring when matters went well. And some proposals from among the Syracusans despairing to defend the city, about a capitulation, were already conveyed to him. And in fact Gylippus, who was on his way with a squadron to their aid from Lacedaemon, hearing, on his voyage, of the wall surrounding them, and of their distress, only continued his enterprise thenceforth, that, giving Sicily up for lost, he might, if even that should be possible, secure the Italians their cities. For a strong report was everywhere spread about that the Athenians carried all before them, and had a general alike for conduct and for fortune invincible.
Nicias was now the sole general, and things were looking promising; cities started to ally with him, and ships full of grain from all over began arriving at the camp, as everyone supported him when things were going well. Some Syracusans, desperate to defend their city, were already sending him proposals for surrender. Meanwhile, Gylippus, who was heading to their aid with a fleet from Lacedaemon, heard during his journey about the wall surrounding Syracuse and their struggles. He decided to continue his mission, resigned to the idea that Sicily was lost, in hopes of securing the cities of the Italians, if that was even possible. There was a strong rumor circulating that the Athenians were unstoppable and had a general who was both skilled and lucky.
And Nicias himself, too, now against his nature grown bold in his present strength and success, especially from the intelligence he received under hand of the Syracusans, believing they would almost immediately surrender the town upon terms, paid no manner of regard to Gylippus coming to their assistance, nor kept any watch of his approach so that, neglected altogether and despised, Gylippus went in a longboat ashore without the knowledge of Nicias, and, having landed in the remotest parts from Syracuse, mustered up a considerable force, the Syracusans not so much as knowing of his arrival nor expecting him; so that an assembly was summoned to consider the terms to be arranged with Nicias, and some were actually on the way, thinking it essential to have all dispatched before the town should be quite walled round, for now there remained very little to be done, and the materials for the building lay all ready along the line.
And Nicias, feeling overconfident due to his current power and success, especially from the information he received from the Syracusans, thought that they would surrender the town soon under favorable terms. He paid no attention to Gylippus coming to help them and didn't keep watch for his approach. As a result, Gylippus, completely overlooked and disrespected, arrived by longboat without Nicias knowing. He landed far from Syracuse and gathered a significant force, with the Syracusans unaware of his arrival or expecting him. Meanwhile, a meeting was called to discuss terms with Nicias, and some were on their way, believing it was crucial to finalize everything before the town was completely surrounded, as there was very little left to do, and the building materials were already lined up along the construction site.
In this very nick of time and danger arrived Gongylus in one galley from Corinth, and everyone, as may be imagined, flocking about him, he told them that Gylippus would be with them speedily, and that other ships were coming to relieve them. And, ere yet they could perfectly believe Gongylus, an express was brought from Gylippus, to bid them go forth to meet him. So now taking good heart, they armed themselves; and Gylippus at once led on his men from their march in battle array against the Athenians, as Nicias also embattled these. And Gylippus, piling his arms in view of the Athenians, sent a herald to tell them he would give them leave to depart from Sicily without molestation. To this Nicias would not vouchsafe any answer, but some of his soldiers laughing asked if with the sight of one coarse coat and Laconian staff the Syracusan prospects had become so brilliant that they could despise the Athenians, who had released to the Lacedaemonians three hundred, whom they held in chains, bigger men than Gylippus, and longer-haired? Timaeus, also, writes that even the Syracusans made no account of Gylippus, at the first sight mocking at his staff and long hair, as afterwards they found reason to blame his covetousness and meanness. The same author, however, adds that on Gylippus’s first appearance, as it might have been at the sight of an owl abroad in the air, there was a general flocking together of men to serve in the war. And this is the truer saying of the two; for in the staff and the cloak they saw the badge and authority of Sparta, and crowded to him accordingly. And not only Thucydides affirms that the whole thing was done by him alone, but so, also, does Philistus, who was a Syracusan and an actual witness of what happened.
In this crucial moment of danger, Gongylus arrived in a ship from Corinth, and everyone quickly gathered around him. He informed them that Gylippus would be there soon and that more ships were on the way to support them. Just as they were starting to believe him, a message came from Gylippus, urging them to go out and meet him. Feeling more hopeful, they got ready for battle, and Gylippus immediately led his troops in formation against the Athenians, who were also preparing themselves. Gylippus, displaying his weapons for the Athenians to see, sent a herald to tell them they could leave Sicily without harassment. Nicias, however, chose not to respond, while some of his soldiers laughed and asked if, after seeing just one rough cloak and a Laconian staff, the Syracusans had become so confident that they could look down on the Athenians, who had freed three hundred Spartans they had captured, who were larger and had longer hair than Gylippus. Timaeus also notes that initially, even the Syracusans dismissed Gylippus, mocking his staff and long hair, and later criticized him for being greedy and petty. However, this same historian says that when Gylippus first appeared, it was like seeing an owl in the air, drawing a crowd of men eager to join the fight. This is the more accurate description, as they recognized the staff and cloak as symbols of Sparta and gathered around him accordingly. Both Thucydides and Philistus, a Syracusan who witnessed the events, agree that everything was accomplished through Gylippus alone.
However, the Athenians had the better in the first encounter, and slew some few of the Syracusans, and amongst them Gongylus of Corinth. But on the next day Gylippus showed what it is to be a man of experience; for with the same arms, the same horses, and on the same spot of ground, only employing them otherwise, he overcame the Athenians; and they fleeing to their camp, he set the Syracusans to work, and with the stone and materials that had been brought together for finishing the wall of the Athenians, he built a cross wall to intercept theirs and break it off, so that even if they were successful in the field, they would not be able to do anything. And after this the Syracusans taking courage manned their galleys, and with their horse and followers ranging about took a good many prisoners; and Gylippus going himself to the cities, called upon them to join with him, and was listened to and supported vigorously by them. So that Nicias fell back again to his old views, and, seeing the face of affairs change, desponded, and wrote to Athens, bidding them either send another army, or recall this out of Sicily, and that he might, in any case, be wholly relieved of the command, because of his disease.
However, the Athenians had the upper hand in the first battle, killing a few of the Syracusans, including Gongylus from Corinth. But the next day, Gylippus demonstrated the advantage of experience; using the same arms, the same horses, and on the same ground, but employing them differently, he defeated the Athenians. They fled to their camp, and he directed the Syracusans to take action. With the stone and materials that had been collected to finish the Athenian wall, he built a cross wall to block theirs and cut it off, ensuring that even if they succeeded in battle, they would still be unable to accomplish anything. After this, the Syracusans gained confidence, manned their ships, and with their cavalry and supporters moving around, they captured many prisoners. Gylippus went to the cities himself, urging them to join him, and they listened to him and offered strong support. As a result, Nicias reverted to his previous concerns and, seeing the situation change, grew despondent. He wrote to Athens, asking them to either send another army or recall the troops from Sicily, expressing his wish to be completely relieved of command due to his illness.
Before this, the Athenians had been intending to send another army to Sicily, but envy of Nicias’s early achievements and high fortune had occasioned, up to this time, many delays; but now they were all eager to send off succors. Eurymedon went before, in midwinter, with money, and to announce that Euthydemus and Menander were chosen out of those that served there under Nicias to be joint commanders with him. Demosthenes was to go after in the spring with a great armament. In the meantime Nicias was briskly attacked, both by sea and land; in the beginning he had the disadvantage on the water, but in the end repulsed and sunk many galleys of the enemy. But by land he could not provide succor in time, so Gylippus surprised and captured Plemmyrium, in which the stores for the navy, and a great sum of money being there kept, all fell into his hands, and many were slain, and many taken prisoners. And what was of greatest importance, he now cut off Nicias’s supplies, which had been safely and readily conveyed to him under Plemmyrium, while the Athenians still held it, but now that they were beaten out, he could only procure them with great difficulty, and with opposition from the enemy, who lay in wait with their ships under that fort. Moreover, it seemed manifest to the Syracusans that their navy had not been beaten by strength, but by their disorder in the pursuit. Now, therefore, all hands went to work to prepare for a new attempt, that should succeed better than the former. Nicias had no wish for a sea-fight, but said it was mere folly for them, when Demosthenes was coming in all haste with so great a fleet and fresh forces to their succor, to engage the enemy with a less number of ships and ill provided. But, on the other hand, Menander and Euthydemus, who were just commencing their new command, prompted by a feeling of rivalry and emulation of both the generals, were eager to gain some great success before Demosthenes came, and to prove themselves superior to Nicias. They urged the honor of the city, which, said they, would be blemished and utterly lost, if they should decline a challenge from the Syracusans. Thus they forced Nicias to a sea-fight; and by the stratagem of Ariston, the Corinthian pilot, (his trick, described by Thucydides, about the men’s dinners,) they were worsted, and lost many of their men, causing the greatest dejection to Nicias, who had suffered so much from having the sole command, and now again miscarried through his colleagues.
Before this, the Athenians had been planning to send another army to Sicily, but jealousy of Nicias’s early successes and good fortune had caused many delays until now; but now everyone was eager to send reinforcements. Eurymedon went ahead in midwinter with money and to announce that Euthydemus and Menander had been chosen from those serving under Nicias to be joint commanders with him. Demosthenes was set to follow in the spring with a large fleet. In the meantime, Nicias was vigorously attacked by both land and sea; initially, he was at a disadvantage on the water, but eventually, he repelled and sank many enemy ships. However, on land, he couldn’t provide support in time, so Gylippus surprised and captured Plemmyrium, where supplies for the navy and a significant amount of money were stored. Many were killed and many taken prisoner. Most importantly, he cut off Nicias’s supplies, which had previously been safely and easily delivered to him via Plemmyrium while the Athenians still controlled it. Now, since they had lost it, he could only obtain supplies with great difficulty, facing opposition from the enemy, who waited for them with their ships near that fort. Furthermore, it was clear to the Syracusans that their navy hadn’t been defeated by strength but by their disorganization during the pursuit. Therefore, everyone got busy preparing for a new attempt that would hopefully be more successful than the last. Nicias didn’t want a naval battle, arguing that it was foolish for them to engage the enemy with fewer ships and inadequate resources when Demosthenes was rushing to their aid with a large fleet and fresh forces. However, Menander and Euthydemus, who were just starting their new command, driven by rivalry and the desire to outdo both generals, were eager to achieve a significant victory before Demosthenes arrived and to show they were superior to Nicias. They stressed that the city’s honor would be tarnished and completely lost if they declined a challenge from the Syracusans. This pressure forced Nicias into a naval battle; through the trick of Ariston, the Corinthian pilot (his tactic, described by Thucydides, regarding the men’s dinners), they were defeated and lost many men, which caused immense despair for Nicias, who had already struggled with having sole command and now faced failure again because of his colleagues.
But now, by this time, Demosthenes with his splendid fleet came in sight outside the harbor, a terror to the enemy. He brought along, in seventy-three galleys, five thousand men at arms; of darters, archers, and slingers, not less than three thousand; with the glittering of their armor, the flags waving from the galleys, the multitude of coxswains and flute-players giving time to the rowers, setting off the whole with all possible warlike pomp and ostentation to dismay the enemy. Now, one may believe the Syracusans were again in extreme alarm, seeing no end or prospect of release before them, toiling, as it seemed, in vain, and perishing to no purpose. Nicias, however, was not long overjoyed with the reinforcement, for the first time he conferred with Demosthenes, who advised forthwith to attack the Syracusans, and to put all to the speediest hazard, to win Syracuse, or else return home, afraid, and wondering at his promptness and audacity, he besought him to do nothing rashly and desperately, since delay would be the ruin of the enemy, whose money would not hold out, nor their confederates be long kept together; that when once they came to be pinched with want, they would presently come again to him for terms, as formerly. For, indeed, many in Syracuse held secret correspondence with him, and urged him to stay, declaring that even now the people were quite worn out with the war, and weary of Gylippus. And if their necessities should the least sharpen upon them they would give up all.
But by this time, Demosthenes and his impressive fleet appeared outside the harbor, striking fear into the enemy. He arrived with five thousand soldiers on seventy-three galleys, along with no fewer than three thousand skirmishers, archers, and slingers. The shine of their armor, the flags fluttering from the galleys, the many coxswains and flute-players keeping time for the rowers all contributed to an overwhelming display of military grandeur meant to intimidate the enemy. It's understandable that the Syracusans were once again in a state of panic, seeing no end or hope for relief, struggling seemingly in vain, and facing inevitable destruction. However, Nicias wasn’t overly excited about the reinforcement for long; during his first meeting with Demosthenes, who urged an immediate attack on the Syracusans, he hesitated, afraid and impressed by his bold nature. He pleaded with him not to act rashly or recklessly, explaining that any delay would lead to the enemy's downfall, as their finances wouldn't last and their allies wouldn't stay united for long. Once the Syracusans started feeling the pressure of scarcity, they would surely seek terms from him, just like before. In fact, many in Syracuse were secretly in touch with him, encouraging him to wait, claiming that the people were already exhausted from the war and weary of Gylippus. If their needs intensified even slightly, they would surrender everything.
Nicias glancing darkly at these matters, and unwilling to speak out plainly, made his colleagues imagine that it was cowardice which made him talk in this manner. And saying that this was the old story over again, the well known procrastinations and delays and refinements with which at first he let slip the opportunity in not immediately falling on the enemy, but suffering the armament to become a thing of yesterday, that nobody was alarmed with, they took the side of Demosthenes, and with much ado forced Nicias to comply. And so Demosthenes, taking the land-forces, by night made an assault upon Epipolae; part of the enemy he slew ere they took the alarm, the rest defending themselves he put to flight. Nor was he content with this victory there, but pushed on further, till he met the Boeotians. For these were the first that made head against the Athenians, and charged them with a shout, spear against spear, and killed many on the place. And now at once there ensued a panic and confusion throughout the whole army; the victorious portion got infected with the fears of the flying part, and those who were still disembarking and coming forward, falling foul of the retreaters, came into conflict with their own party, taking the fugitives for pursuers, and treating their friends as if they were the enemy.
Nicias, looking grim about these issues and reluctant to speak clearly, made his colleagues think that his hesitance was due to fear. He noted that this was the same old story, filled with the familiar delays and excuses that caused him to miss the chance to attack the enemy directly, allowing the situation to slip away unnoticed. As a result, they sided with Demosthenes and, with great effort, pressured Nicias to go along with them. So, Demosthenes, leading the land forces, launched a nighttime assault on Epipolae; he killed some of the enemy before they realized what was happening, and the rest he caused to flee. Not satisfied with this victory, he pressed on until he encountered the Boeotians. They were the first to stand up to the Athenians, charging them with a loud shout, weapons clashing, and killing many on the spot. Instantly, panic and chaos erupted throughout the entire army; the victorious side caught the fear of those retreating, and those who were still landing and advancing ended up colliding with their own troops, mistaking the fleeing soldiers for attackers and treating their allies as if they were the enemy.
Thus huddled together in disorder, distracted with fear and uncertainties, and unable to be sure of seeing anything, the night not being absolutely dark, nor yielding any steady light, the moon then towards setting, shadowed with the many weapons and bodies that moved to and fro, and glimmering so as not to show an object plain, but to make friends through fear suspected for foes, the Athenians fell into utter perplexity and desperation. For, moreover, they had the moon at their backs, and consequently their own shadows fell upon them, and both hid the number and the glittering of their arms; while the reflection of the moon from the shields of the enemy made them show more numerous and better appointed than, indeed, they were. At last, being pressed on every side, when once they had given way, they took to rout, and in their flight were destroyed, some by the enemy, some by the hand of their friends, and some tumbling down the rocks, while those that were dispersed and straggled about were picked off in the morning by the horsemen and put to the sword. The slain were two thousand; and of the rest few came off safe with their arms.
Huddled together in chaos, filled with fear and uncertainty, the Athenians couldn't see clearly; the night wasn't completely dark, nor was there a steady light. The moon was low in the sky, partially hidden by the many weapons and bodies moving around, casting a glow that didn’t reveal anything clearly, but instead made friends seem like enemies. They fell into complete confusion and desperation. With the moon behind them, their own shadows obscured their numbers and the shine of their weapons, while the moonlight reflecting off the enemy's shields made them appear more numerous and better equipped than they actually were. Eventually overwhelmed, once they started to retreat, they scattered and were destroyed—some by the enemy, some by their own comrades, and others tumbling down the rocks. Those who strayed were picked off by cavalry in the morning and killed. Two thousand were slain, and very few of the rest managed to escape with their weapons.
Upon this disaster, which to him was not wholly an unexpected one, Nicias accused the rashness of Demosthenes; but he, making his excuses for the past, now advised to be gone in all haste, for neither were other forces to come, nor could the enemy be beaten with the present. And, indeed, even supposing they were yet too hard for the enemy in any case, they ought to remove and quit a situation which they understood to be always accounted a sickly one, and dangerous for an army, and was more particularly unwholesome now, as they could see themselves, because of the time of year. It was the beginning of autumn, and many now lay sick, and all were out of heart.
After this disaster, which he found somewhat expected, Nicias blamed Demosthenes for his reckless actions; however, Demosthenes, while offering excuses for the past, urged immediate departure, as no reinforcements were on the way, and they couldn't defeat the enemy with their current strength. In fact, even if they might still have the upper hand against the enemy, they needed to leave a location known to be unhealthy and dangerous for an army, especially now, given the time of year. It was the start of autumn, many were already sick, and morale was low.
It grieved Nicias to hear of flight and departing home, not that he did not fear the Syracusans, but he was worse afraid of the Athenians, their impeachments and sentences; he professed that he apprehended no further harm there, or if it must be, he would rather die by the hand of an enemy, than by his fellow-citizens. He was not of the opinion which Leo of Byzantium declared to his fellow-citizens: “I had rather,” said he, “perish by you, than with you.” As to the matter of place and quarter whither to remove their camp, that, he said, might be debated at leisure. And Demosthenes, his former counsel having succeeded so ill, ceased to press him further; others thought Nicias had reasons for expectation, and relied on some assurance from people within the city, and that this made him so strongly oppose their retreat, so they acquiesced. But fresh forces now coming to the Syracusans, and the sickness growing worse in his camp, he, also, now approved of their retreat, and commanded the soldiers to make ready to go aboard.
It saddened Nicias to hear about the retreat and going home, not because he didn’t fear the Syracusans, but because he was even more afraid of the Athenians, with their accusations and judgments. He claimed he didn’t expect any further danger there, or if it had to come, he would prefer to die at the hands of an enemy than by his fellow citizens. He didn’t share the view that Leo of Byzantium expressed to his fellow citizens: “I’d rather perish at your hands than alongside you.” Regarding where to move their camp, he suggested they could discuss that later. Demosthenes, whose previous advice had turned out so poorly, stopped pushing him further; others believed Nicias had reasons to hold on to hope and relied on some assurances from people inside the city, which made him strongly oppose their retreat, so they went along with it. But with fresh forces arriving for the Syracusans and sickness worsening in his camp, Nicias also finally agreed to their retreat and ordered the soldiers to prepare to board.
And when all were in readiness, and none of the enemy had observed them, not expecting such a thing, the moon was eclipsed in the night, to the great fright of Nicias and others, who, for want of experience, or out of superstition, felt alarm at such appearances. That the sun might be darkened about the close of the month, this even ordinary people now understood pretty well to be the effect of the moon; but the moon itself to be darkened, how that could come about, and how, on the sudden, a broad full moon should lose her light, and show such various colors, was not easy to be comprehended; they concluded it to be ominous, and a divine intimation of some heavy calamities. For he who the first, and the most plainly of any, and with the greatest assurance committed to writing how the moon is enlightened and overshadowed, was Anaxagoras; and he was as yet but recent, nor was his argument much known, but was rather kept secret, passing only amongst a few, under some kind of caution and confidence. People would not then tolerate natural philosophers, and theorists, as they then called them, about things above; as lessening the divine power, by explaining away its agency into the operation of irrational causes and senseless forces acting by necessity, without anything of Providence, or a free agent. Hence it was that Protagoras was banished, and Anaxagoras cast in prison, so that Pericles had much difficulty to procure his liberty; and Socrates, though he had no concern whatever with this sort of learning, yet was put to death for philosophy. It was only afterwards that the reputation of Plato, shining forth by his life, and because he subjected natural necessity to divine and more excellent principles, took away the obloquy and scandal that had attached to such contemplations, and obtained these studies currency among all people. So his friend Dion, when the moon, at the time he was to embark from Zacynthus to go against Dionysius, was eclipsed, was not in the least disturbed, but went on, and, arriving at Syracuse, expelled the tyrant. But it so fell out with Nicias, that he had not at this time a skillful diviner with him; his former habitual adviser who used to moderate much of his superstition, Stilbides, had died a little before. For in fact, this prodigy, as Philochorus observes, was not unlucky for men wishing to fly, but on the contrary very favorable; for things done in fear require to be hidden, and the light is their foe. Nor was it usual to observe signs in the sun or moon more than three days, as Autoclides states in his Commentaries. But Nicias persuaded them to wait another full course of the moon, as if he had not seen it clear again as soon as ever it had passed the region of shadow where the light was obstructed by the earth.
And when everyone was ready, and none of the enemy noticed them, not expecting such an event, the moon was eclipsed at night, causing great alarm for Nicias and the others, who, due to inexperience or superstition, were frightened by such occurrences. While ordinary people understood that the sun being darkened at the end of the month was simply due to the moon, the idea of the moon itself being darkened was harder to grasp. They couldn't comprehend how a full moon could suddenly lose its light and show different colors, leading them to believe it was an ominous sign or a divine warning of serious misfortunes. The first person to clearly and confidently explain how the moon is illuminated and eclipsed was Anaxagoras, but he was relatively new, and his ideas were not widely known; they were mostly kept secret among a select few. At that time, people were not accepting of natural philosophers, or "theorists" as they called them, discussing matters beyond the natural world, as it seemed to undermine divine power by attributing phenomena to irrational causes and blind forces acting out of necessity, without any notion of Providence or free will. This led to the banishment of Protagoras and the imprisonment of Anaxagoras, with Pericles struggling to secure his release; Socrates, although not involved in this type of philosophy, was executed for being a philosopher. It was only later that Plato gained respect through his life and by placing natural necessity under divine and higher principles, which helped remove the stigma attached to such studies and made them accepted among the general public. So, his friend Dion, when the moon was eclipsed just as he was about to depart from Zacynthus to confront Dionysius, was not at all disturbed, continued on his journey, and once he arrived in Syracuse, he expelled the tyrant. However, Nicias happened to be without a skilled diviner at the time; his usual advisor, Stilbides, who often managed much of his superstition, had died shortly before. In fact, this prodigy, as Philochorus notes, was not unfavorable for those wishing to escape but rather very advantageous; actions taken in fear need to be concealed, and light works against them. Additionally, as Autoclides remarks in his Commentaries, it was common to observe signs from the sun or moon for no more than three days. Nevertheless, Nicias convinced them to wait for another complete moon cycle, as if he hadn’t noticed that it would become clear again as soon as it moved past the shadow cast by the earth.
In a manner abandoning all other cares, he betook himself wholly to his sacrifices, till the enemy came upon them with their infantry, besieging the forts and camp, and placing their ships in a circle about the harbor. Nor did the men in the galleys only, but the little boys everywhere got into the fishing-boats and rowed up and challenged the Athenians, and insulted over them. Amongst these a youth of noble parentage, Heraclides by name, having ventured out beyond the rest, an Athenian ship pursued and wellnigh took him. His uncle Pollichus, in fear for him, put out with ten galleys which he commanded, and the rest, to relieve Pollichus, in like manner drew forth; the result of it being a very sharp engagement, in which the Syracusans had the victory, and slew Eurymedon, with many others. lifter this the Athenian soldiers had no patience to stay longer, but raised an outcry against their officers, requiring them to depart by land; for the Syracusans, upon their victory, immediately shut and blocked up the entrance of the harbor; but Nicias would not consent to this, as it was a shameful thing to leave behind so many ships of burden, and galleys little less than two hundred. Putting, therefore, on board the best of the foot, and the most serviceable darters, they filled one hundred and ten galleys; the rest wanted oars. The remainder of his army Nicias posted along by the sea-side, abandoning the great camp and the fortifications adjoining the temple of Hercules; so the Syracusans, not having for a long time performed their usual sacrifice to Hercules, went up now, both priests and captains, to sacrifice.
Completely ignoring all other concerns, he dedicated himself entirely to his sacrifices until the enemy approached with infantry, besieging the forts and camp, and surrounding the harbor with their ships. Not only the men in the galleys, but also the little boys everywhere got into fishing boats, rowing out to challenge the Athenians and mock them. Among them was a young man of noble birth named Heraclides, who ventured out further than the rest. An Athenian ship pursued him and nearly captured him. His uncle Pollichus, fearing for him, set out with ten galleys under his command, and others similarly joined in to support Pollichus. This led to a fierce battle in which the Syracusans emerged victorious, killing Eurymedon and many others. After this, the Athenian soldiers couldn’t bear to stay any longer and clamored for their officers to leave by land; the Syracusans, having won, immediately blocked the entrance to the harbor. However, Nicias refused to agree, seeing it as disgraceful to abandon so many cargo ships and nearly two hundred galleys. They therefore loaded the best infantry and the most effective archers onto one hundred and ten galleys, while the rest lacked oars. Nicias positioned the remainder of his army along the seaside, leaving behind the main camp and the fortifications by the temple of Hercules. The Syracusans, who hadn't performed their usual sacrifice to Hercules in a long time, now went up, led by both priests and captains, to make their sacrifices.
And their galleys being manned, the diviners predicted from their sacrifices victory and glory to the Syracusans, provided they would not be the aggressors, but fight upon the defensive; for so Hercules overcame all, by only de. fending himself when set upon. In this confidence they set out; and this proved the hottest and fiercest of all their sea-fights, raising no less concern and passion in the beholders than in the actors; as they could oversee the whole action with all the various and unexpected turns of fortune which, in a short space, occurred in it; the Athenians suffering no less from their own preparations, than from the enemy; for they fought against light and nimble ships, that could attack from any quarter, with theirs laden and heavy. And they were thrown at with stones that fly indifferently any way, for which they could only return darts and arrows, the direct aim of which the motion of the water disturbed, preventing their coming true, point foremost to their mark. This the Syracusans had learned from Ariston the Corinthian pilot, who, fighting stoutly, fell himself in this very engagement, when the victory had already declared for the Syracusans.
Their galleys crewed, the soothsayers predicted victory and glory for the Syracusans, as long as they didn't start the fight but instead defended themselves; Hercules had defeated all by only defending himself when attacked. Confident in this, they set out, and this became the most intense and fierce of all their sea battles, generating as much concern and excitement among the spectators as among the participants. They could see the entire action, with all its various and unexpected twists of fate that unfolded in a short time. The Athenians suffered as much from their own preparations as from the enemy, battling against lighter, more agile ships that could strike from any direction, while their own vessels were heavy and burdened. They were pelted with stones that could come from any angle, and they could only respond with darts and arrows, which the movement of the water disrupted, making it hard to hit their target accurately. The Syracusans had learned this tactic from Ariston, the Corinthian pilot, who fought bravely but was killed in this very engagement when victory had already been determined in favor of the Syracusans.
The Athenians, their loss and slaughter being very great, their flight by sea cut off, their safety by land so difficult, did not attempt to hinder the enemy towing away their ships, under their eves, nor demanded their dead, as, indeed, their want of burial seemed a less calamity than the leaving behind the sick and wounded which they now had before them. Yet more miserable still than those did they reckon themselves, who were to work on yet, through more such sufferings, after all to reach the same end.
The Athenians, faced with significant losses and many dead, saw their escape by sea blocked and found it incredibly difficult to be safe on land. They didn't try to stop the enemy from towing away their ships right in front of them, nor did they ask for their dead, as the lack of burial felt like a smaller disaster compared to leaving behind the sick and wounded they were currently facing. Even more pitiable were those who had to endure further suffering, only to ultimately face the same outcome.
They prepared to dislodge that night. And Gylippus and his friends seeing the Syracusans engaged in their sacrifices and at their cups, for their victories, and it being also a holiday, did not expect either by persuasion or by force to rouse them up and carry them against the Athenians as they decamped. But Hermocrates, of his own head, put a trick upon Nicias, and sent some of his companions to him, who pretended they came from those that were wont to hold secret intelligence with him, and advised him not to stir that night, the Syracusans having laid ambushes and beset the ways. Nicias, caught with this stratagem, remained, to encounter presently in reality, what he had feared when there was no occasion. For they, the next morning, marching before, seized the defiles, fortified the passes where the rivers were fordable, cut down the bridges, and ordered their horsemen to range the plains and ground that lay open, so as to leave no part of the country where the Athenians could move without fighting. They stayed both that day and another night, and then went along as if they were leaving their own, not an enemy’s country, lamenting and bewailing for want of necessaries, and for their parting from friends and companions that were not, able to help themselves; and, nevertheless, judging the present evils lighter than those they expected to come. But among the many miserable spectacles that appeared up and down in the camp, the saddest sight of all was Nicias himself, laboring under his malady, and unworthily reduced to the scantiest supply of all the accommodations necessary for human wants, of which he in his condition required more than ordinary, because of his sickness; yet bearing; up under all this illness, and doing and undergoing more than many in perfect health. And it was plainly evident, that all this toil was not for himself, or from any regard to his own life, but that purely for the sake of those under his command he would not abandon hope. And, indeed, the rest were given over to weeping and lamentation through fear or sorrow, but he, whenever he yielded to anything of the kind, did so, it was evident, from reflection upon the shame and dishonor of the enterprise, contrasted with the greatness and glory of the success he had anticipated, and not only the sight of his person, but, also, the recollection of the arguments and the dissuasions he used to prevent this expedition, enhanced their sense of the undeservedness of his sufferings, nor had they any heart to put their trust in the gods, considering that a man so religious, who had performed to the divine powers so many and so great acts of devotion, should have no more favorable treatment than the wickedest and meanest of the army.
They got ready to leave that night. Gylippus and his friends saw the Syracusans caught up in their sacrifices and celebrations for their victories, and since it was also a holiday, they didn’t expect to persuade or force them to rise up and confront the Athenians as they were packing up. However, Hermocrates devised a trick against Nicias and sent some of his companions to him, pretending they came from those who usually held secret communications with him. They advised him not to move that night since the Syracusans had set up ambushes and blocked the routes. Nicias, taken in by this ruse, decided to stay, only to face what he had feared for no reason. The next morning, the Syracusans advanced ahead, took control of the narrow passes, fortified the fords, cut down the bridges, and directed their horsemen to patrol the open fields, leaving no area where the Athenians could move without fighting. They lingered for both that day and another night, then moved on as if they were leaving their own territory, not that of an enemy, lamenting and grieving over a lack of supplies and their separation from friends and companions who couldn’t help themselves; yet, they believed the current hardships were lighter than those they anticipated. Among the many sorrowful scenes in the camp, the saddest was Nicias himself, struggling with his illness and poorly supplied with the necessities of life, which he needed more than usual due to his condition. Still, he persevered, doing and enduring more than many healthy individuals. It was clear that all his efforts were not for himself or due to concern for his own life, but purely for the sake of those he commanded; he refused to give up hope. Indeed, while the others succumbed to tears and lamentations out of fear or sorrow, he, whenever he showed any emotion, did so from reflecting on the shame and dishonor of their mission compared to the greatness and glory he had envisioned for their success. His presence, along with the memories of his arguments against this expedition, made everyone acutely aware of the unfairness of his suffering. They couldn’t even bring themselves to trust the gods, considering that a man so devout, who had offered so many significant acts of devotion to the divine, should receive no better treatment than the most wicked and lowest in the army.
Nicias, however, endeavored all the while by his voice, his countenance, and his carriage, to show himself undefeated by these misfortunes. And all along the way shot at, and receiving wounds eight days continually from the enemy, he yet preserved the forces with him in a body entire, till that Demosthenes was taken prisoner with the party that he led, whilst they fought and made a resistance, and so got behind and were surrounded near the country house of Polyzelus. Demosthenes thereupon drew his sword, and wounded but did not kill himself, the enemy speedily running in and seizing upon him. So soon as the Syracusans had gone and informed Nicias of this, and he had sent some horsemen, and by them knew the certainty of the defeat of that division, he then vouchsafed to sue to Gylippus for a truce for the Athenians to depart out of Sicily, leaving hostages for payment of the money that the Syracusans had expended in the war.
Nicias, however, always tried to show that he wasn't defeated by these misfortunes through his voice, expression, and demeanor. For eight straight days, despite being shot at and wounded by the enemy, he kept his forces together until Demosthenes was captured along with his group while they were fighting and resisting. They got pushed back and surrounded near Polyzelus's country house. Demosthenes then drew his sword and injured the enemy but didn't kill anyone before they quickly rushed in and seized him. Once the Syracusans informed Nicias about this, he sent some horsemen to confirm the defeat of that division. After learning the truth, he decided to ask Gylippus for a truce that would allow the Athenians to leave Sicily, leaving hostages to cover the costs the Syracusans incurred in the war.
But now they would not hear of these proposals, but threatening and reviling them, angrily and insultingly continued to ply their missiles at them, now destitute of every necessary. Yet Nicias still made good his retreat all that night, and the next day, through all their darts, made his way to the river Asinarus. There, however, the enemy encountering them, drove some into the stream, while others ready to die for thirst plunged in headlong, while they drank at the same time, and were cut down by their enemies. And here was the cruelest and the most immoderate slaughter. Till at last Nicias falling down to Gylippus, “Let pity, O Gylippus,” said he, “move you in your victory; not for me, who was destined, it seems, to bring the glory I once had to this end, but for the other Athenians; as you well know that the chances of war are common to all, and the Athenians used them moderately and mildly towards you in their prosperity.”
But now they refused to consider these proposals. Instead, they threatened and insulted them, angrily continuing to fire their projectiles, leaving them completely lacking in essentials. Still, Nicias managed to retreat through the night, and the next day, despite all the darts, made his way to the river Asinarus. There, however, the enemy confronted them, driving some into the water, while others, desperate from thirst, plunged in headfirst to drink and were cut down by their foes. This resulted in the most brutal and excessive slaughter. Finally, Nicias fell before Gylippus and said, “Let compassion, Gylippus, move you in your victory; not for me, as it seems I was destined to end my glory this way, but for the other Athenians. You know well that the fortunes of war can affect anyone, and the Athenians treated you moderately and kindly in their success.”
At these words, and at the sight of Nicias, Gylippus was somewhat troubled, for he was sensible that the Lacedaemonians had received good offices from Nicias in the late treaty; and he thought it would be a great and glorious thing for him to carry off the chief commanders of the Athenians alive. He, therefore, raised Nicias with respect, and bade him be of good cheer, and commanded his men to spare the lives of the rest. But the word of command being communicated slowly, the slain were a far greater number than the prisoners. Many, however, were privily conveyed away by particular soldiers. Those taken openly were hurried together in a mass; their arms and spoils hung up on the finest and largest trees along the river. The conquerors, with garlands on their heads, with their own horses splendidly adorned, and cropping short the manes and tails of those of their enemies, entered the city, having, in the most signal conflict ever waged by Greeks against Greeks, and with the greatest strength and the utmost effort of valor and manhood, won a most entire victory.
At these words, and seeing Nicias, Gylippus felt a bit uneasy because he knew that the Lacedaemonians owed Nicias some favors from the recent treaty; he thought it would be a significant and impressive achievement for him to capture the main Athenian commanders alive. So, he treated Nicias with respect, encouraged him to stay positive, and ordered his men to spare the lives of the others. However, since the order took a while to be passed along, there were far more dead than prisoners. Many were secretly taken away by individual soldiers. Those captured openly were gathered together in a group; their weapons and spoils were hung on the largest and finest trees along the river. The victors, wearing garlands on their heads, with their horses beautifully decorated, and trimming the manes and tails of their enemies' horses, entered the city, having achieved the most significant battle ever fought by Greeks against Greeks, with tremendous strength and bravery, securing a total victory.
And a general assembly of the people of Syracuse and their confederates sitting, Eurycles, the popular leader, moved, first, that the day on which they took Nicias should from thenceforward be kept holiday by sacrificing and forbearing all manner of work, and from the river be called the Asinarian Feast. This was the twenty-sixth day of the month Carneus, the Athenian Metagitnion. And that the servants of the Athenians with the other confederates be sold for slaves, and they themselves and the Sicilian auxiliaries be kept and employed in the quarries, except the generals, who should be put to death. The Syracusans favored the proposal, and when Hermocrates said, that to use well a victory was better than to gain a victory, he was met with great clamor and outcry. When Gylippus, also, demanded the Athenian generals to be delivered to him, that he might carry them to the Lacedaemonians, the Syracusans, now insolent with their good fortune, gave him ill words. Indeed, before this, even in the war, they had been impatient at his rough behavior and Lacedaemonian haughtiness, and had, as Timaeus tells us, discovered sordidness and avarice in his character, vices which may have descended to him from his father Cleandrides, who was convicted of bribery and banished. And the very man himself, of the one thousand talents which Lysander sent to Sparta, embezzled thirty, and hid them under the tiles of his house, and was detected and shamefully fled his country. But this is related more at large in the life of Lysander. Timaeus says that Demosthenes and Nicias did not die, as Thucydides and Philistus have written, by the order of the Syracusans, but that upon a message sent them from Hermocrates, whilst yet the assembly were sitting, by the connivance of some of their guards, they were enabled to put an end to themselves. Their bodies, however, were thrown out before the gates and offered for a public spectacle. And I have heard that to this day in a temple at Syracuse is shown a shield, said to have been Nicias’s, curiously wrought and embroidered with gold and purple intermixed. Most of the Athenians perished in the quarries by diseases and ill diet, being allowed only one pint of barley every day, and one half pint of water. Many of them, however, were carried off by stealth, or, from the first, were supposed to be servants, and were sold as slaves. These latter were branded on their foreheads with the figure of a horse. There were, however, Athenians, who, in addition to slavery, had to endure even this. But their discreet and orderly conduct was an advantage to them; they were either soon set free, or won the respect of their masters with whom they continued to live. Several were saved for the sake of Euripides, whose poetry, it appears, was in request among the Sicilians more than among any of the settlers out of Greece. And when any travelers arrived that could tell them some passage, or give them any specimen of his verses, they were delighted to be able to communicate them to one another. Many of the captives who got safe back to Athens are said, after they reached home, to have gone and made their acknowledgments to Euripides, relating how that some of them had been released from their slavery by teaching what they could remember of his poems, and others, when straggling after the fight, been relieved with meat and drink for repeating some of his lyrics. Nor need this be any wonder, for it is told that a ship of Caunus fleeing into one of their harbors for protection, pursued by pirates, was not received, but forced back, till one asked if they knew any of Euripides’s verses, and on their saying they did, they were admitted, and their ship brought into harbor.
And a general assembly of the people of Syracuse and their allies was sitting when Eurycles, the popular leader, proposed that the day they captured Nicias should be celebrated as a holiday with sacrifices and no work, and that it should be called the Asinarian Feast, named after the river. This was the twenty-sixth day of the month Carneus, which corresponds to the Athenian Metagitnion. He suggested that the servants of the Athenians, along with the other allies, be sold into slavery, while the Athenians themselves and the Sicilian auxiliaries should be kept and used in the quarries, except for the generals, who should be executed. The Syracusans supported the proposal, but when Hermocrates said that making good use of a victory is better than just winning, he was met with loud protests. Gylippus also demanded that the Athenian generals be handed over to him so he could take them to the Lacedaemonians, but the Syracusans, feeling bold from their recent victory, responded harshly to him. In fact, during the war, they had already grown impatient with his harsh demeanor and Spartan arrogance, finding him greedy and morally corrupt, qualities that might have come from his father Cleandrides, who was convicted of bribery and exiled. Gylippus himself embezzled thirty out of the thousand talents Lysander sent to Sparta, hiding the money under the tiles of his house, and was eventually caught and fled in shame. However, more details about that are covered in the biography of Lysander. Timaeus claims that Demosthenes and Nicias did not die, as Thucydides and Philistus wrote, by orders from the Syracusans, but rather, they received a message from Hermocrates while the assembly was still in session, and with some guards turning a blind eye, they managed to end their own lives. Their bodies were later thrown out before the gates as a public spectacle. I heard that to this day, in a temple at Syracuse, there's a shield purported to have belonged to Nicias, intricately designed and adorned with gold and purple. Most Athenians died in the quarries due to illness and poor food, given only a pint of barley and half a pint of water each day. However, many were secretly moved elsewhere or initially passed off as servants and sold into slavery. These individuals were marked on their foreheads with the image of a horse. There were also Athenians who had to endure not only slavery but additional hardships. Yet, their careful and organized behavior helped them; they were often released quickly or earned the respect of their masters, with whom they continued to live. Several were saved due to Euripides, whose poetry was more popular among the Sicilians than among many other Greek settlers. When travelers arrived who could recite any of his verses, they excitedly shared them with one another. Many captives who eventually made it back to Athens reportedly thanked Euripides upon their return, sharing that some were freed from slavery by teaching what they remembered of his poems, while others were given food and drink after the battle for reciting some of his lyrics. This is not surprising, as it's said that a ship from Caunus, seeking refuge in one of their harbors from pursuing pirates, was initially turned away but was allowed in when someone asked if they knew any verses by Euripides, and upon confirming they did, they were welcomed, and their ship was brought to safety.
It is said that the Athenians would not believe their loss, in a great degree because of the person who first brought them news of it. For a certain stranger, it seems, coming to Piraeus, and there sitting in a barber’s shop, began to talk of what had happened, as if the Athenians already knew all that had passed; which the barber hearing, before he acquainted anybody else, ran as fast as he could up into the city, addressed himself to the Archons, and presently spread it about in the public Place. On which, there being everywhere, as may be imagined, terror and consternation, the Archons summoned a general assembly, and there brought in the man and questioned him how he came to know. And he, giving no satisfactory account, was taken for a spreader of false intelligence and a disturber of the city, and was, therefore, fastened to the wheel and racked a long time, till other messengers arrived that related the whole disaster particularly. So hardly was Nicias believed to have suffered the calamity which he had often predicted.
The Athenians reportedly couldn't accept their loss largely because of the person who first informed them about it. A certain stranger, it seems, arrived at Piraeus and, while sitting in a barber’s shop, began discussing what had happened as if the Athenians already knew all the details. The barber, hearing this, rushed into the city before telling anyone else, went straight to the Archons, and quickly spread the news in the public square. As you can imagine, this caused panic and confusion everywhere. The Archons called for a general assembly and brought in the man to question him about how he knew what had happened. Since he couldn't provide a clear explanation, he was seen as a spreader of false information and a troublemaker for the city. As a result, he was tied to the wheel and tortured for a long time until other messengers arrived who explained the full extent of the disaster. It was hard for anyone to believe that Nicias had suffered the catastrophe he had frequently warned about.
CRASSUS
Marcus Crassus, whose father had borne the office of a censor, and received the honor of a triumph, was educated in a little house together with his two brothers, who both married in their parents’ lifetime; they kept but one table amongst them; all which, perhaps, was not the least reason of his own temperance and moderation in diet. One of his brothers dying, he married his widow, by whom he had his children; neither was there in these respects any of the Romans who lived a more orderly life than he did, though later in life he was suspected to have been too familiar with one of the vestal virgins, named Licinia, who was, nevertheless, acquitted, upon an impeachment brought against her by one Plotinus. Licinia stood possessed of a beautiful property in the suburbs, which Crassus desiring to purchase at a low price, for this reason was frequent in his attentions to her, which gave occasion to the scandal, and his avarice, so to say, serving to clear him of the crime, he was acquitted. Nor did he leave the lady till he had got the estate.
Marcus Crassus, whose father had held the position of censor and earned the honor of a triumph, grew up in a small house with his two brothers, both of whom married while their parents were still alive. They shared a single table among themselves, which may have contributed to his own temperance and moderation in diet. After one of his brothers passed away, Crassus married his widow and had children with her. In many ways, he led a more orderly life than most Romans, although later in life he was rumored to have been too close with a vestal virgin named Licinia. Nevertheless, she was cleared of charges brought against her by a man named Plotinus. Licinia owned a lovely property in the suburbs that Crassus wanted to buy at a low price, leading him to pay her frequent visits. This behavior sparked the rumors, but his perceived greed ultimately helped clear him of any wrongdoing, and he was acquitted. He didn’t leave her until he secured the estate.
People were wont to say that the many virtues of Crassus were darkened by the one vice of avarice, and indeed he seemed to have no other but that; for it being the most predominant, obscured others to which he was inclined. The arguments in proof of his avarice were the vastness of his estate, and the manner of raising it; for whereas at first he was not worth above three hundred talents, yet, though in the course of his political life he dedicated the tenth of all he had to Hercules, and feasted the people, and gave to every citizen corn enough to serve him three months, upon casting up his accounts, before he went upon his Parthian expedition, he found his possessions to amount to seven thousand one hundred talents; most of which, if we may scandal him with a truth, he got by fire and rapine, making his advantages of the public calamities. For when Sylla seized the city, and exposed to sale the goods of those that he had caused to be slain, accounting them booty and spoils, and, indeed, calling them so too, and was desirous of making as many, and as eminent men as he could, partakers in the crime, Crassus never was the man that refused to accept, or give money for them. Moreover observing how extremely subject the city was to fire, and falling down of houses, by reason of their height and their standing so near together, he bought slaves that were builders and architects, and when he had collected these to the number of more than five hundred, he made it his practice to buy houses that were on fire, and those in the neighborhood, which, in the immediate danger and uncertainty, the proprietors were willing to part with for little, or nothing; so that the greatest part of Rome, at one time or other, came into his hands. Yet for all he had so many workmen, he never built anything but his own house, and used to say that those that were addicted to building would undo themselves soon enough without the help of other enemies. And though he had many silver mines, and much valuable land, and laborers to work in it, yet all this was nothing in comparison of his slaves, such a number and variety did he possess of excellent readers, amanuenses, silversmiths, stewards, and table-waiters, whose instruction he always attended to himself, superintending in person while they learned, and teaching them himself, accounting it the main duty of a master to look over the servants, that are, indeed, the living tools of housekeeping; and in this, indeed, he was in the right, in thinking, that is, as he used to say, that servants ought to look after all other things, and the master after them. For economy, which in things inanimate is but money-making when exercised over men becomes policy. But it was surely a mistaken judgment, when he said no man was to be accounted rich that could not maintain an army at his own cost and charges, for war, as Archidamus well observed, is not fed at a fixed allowance, so that there is no saying what wealth suffices for it, and certainly it was one very far removed from that of Marius; for when he had distributed fourteen acres of land a man, and understood that some desired more, “God forbid,” said he, “that any Roman should think that too little which is enough to keep him alive and well.”
People commonly said that Crassus had many virtues, but his one major flaw, greed, overshadowed them all. He seemed to have no other vice, as his greed was so overwhelming that it hid other qualities he might have had. The proof of his greed was in the immense size of his wealth and how he acquired it. Initially, he was worth only about three hundred talents, yet during his political career, he donated a tenth of his wealth to Hercules, threw lavish feasts for the public, and distributed enough grain to every citizen to last three months. However, when he tallied his assets before embarking on his Parthian campaign, he found them to total seven thousand one hundred talents. Most of this, if we're being honest, he amassed through fire and plunder, taking advantage of the public’s misfortunes. When Sulla seized the city and sold the possessions of those he had killed, labeling them as spoils of war, Crassus eagerly accepted them and even paid for them. Furthermore, noticing how vulnerable the city was to fires and collapsing buildings due to their height and close proximity, he purchased slaves who were builders and architects. After gathering over five hundred of them, he made a habit of buying burning houses and those nearby, which the terrified owners were eager to sell for little or nothing. As a result, a significant portion of Rome eventually came into his possession. Still, despite his workforce, he only built his own house, often stating that those who were obsessed with construction would ruin themselves without needing any enemies. Even though he owned many silver mines, valuable land, and workers to operate them, none of this compared to the variety and number of his slaves, which included skilled readers, scribes, silversmiths, managers, and waitstaff. He personally supervised their education, believing it was a master's primary duty to oversee his servants, the living tools of household management. He was correct in insisting that servants should handle everything else, while the master should focus on them. In terms of management, dealing with people requires more than just making money. However, he was mistaken when he claimed no one was truly rich unless they could afford to maintain an army on their own, because, as Archidamus rightly said, an army is not sustained on a fixed budget, and it’s impossible to determine what wealth is sufficient to support it. This perspective was quite different from Marius’s, who distributed fourteen acres of land per person and remarked that it was wrong for any Roman to consider too little what was enough to keep them alive and healthy.
Crassus, however, was very eager to be hospitable to strangers; he kept open house, and to his friends he would lend money without interest, but called it in precisely at the time; so that his kindness was often thought worse than the paying the interest would have been. His entertainments were, for the most part, plain and citizenlike, the company general and popular; good taste and kindness made them pleasanter than sumptuosity would have done. As for learning, he chiefly cared for rhetoric, and what would be serviceable with large numbers; he became one of the best speakers at Rome, and by his pains and industry outdid the best natural orators. For there was no trial how mean and contemptible soever that he came to unprepared; nay, several times he undertook and concluded a cause, when Pompey and Caesar and Cicero refused to stand up, upon which account particularly he got the love of the people, who looked upon him as a diligent and careful man, ready to help and succor his fellow-citizens. Besides, the people were pleased with his courteous and unpretending salutations and greetings; for he never met any citizen however humble and low, but he returned him his salute by name. He was looked upon as a man well-read in history, and pretty well versed in Aristotle’s philosophy, in which one Alexander instructed him, a man whose intercourse with Crassus gave a sufficient proof of his good-nature, and gentle disposition; for it is hard to say whether he was poorer when he entered into his service, or while he continued in it; for being his only friend that used to accompany him when traveling, he used to receive from him a cloak for the journey, and when he came home had it demanded from him again; poor patient sufferer, when even the philosophy he professed did not look upon poverty as a thing indifferent. But of this hereafter.
Crassus, however, was very eager to be hospitable to strangers; he kept an open house, and he would lend money to his friends without interest, but he expected repayment right on the dot; because of this, his kindness was often considered worse than having to pay interest would have been. His gatherings were mostly simple and down-to-earth, and his guests were generally popular; good taste and kindness made these events more enjoyable than extravagance would have done. As for learning, he mainly focused on rhetoric and what would be useful for large groups; he became one of the best speakers in Rome, and through his effort and hard work, he surpassed even the most talented natural orators. No matter how trivial or insignificant a trial was, he never went unprepared; in fact, on several occasions, he took on and wrapped up cases when Pompey, Caesar, and Cicero refused to participate, which particularly earned him the admiration of the people, who saw him as a diligent and caring individual, always ready to help his fellow citizens. Additionally, the people appreciated his polite and unpretentious greetings; he never missed an opportunity to greet any citizen, no matter how humble, by name. He was regarded as well-read in history and fairly knowledgeable in Aristotle’s philosophy, learning from a man named Alexander, whose friendship with Crassus demonstrated his good-natured and gentle personality. It’s hard to say whether Alexander was poorer when he started working for Crassus or while he continued to do so; as Crassus’s only friend who would travel with him, he would often receive a cloak for the journey, only to have it asked back once they returned home. Poor, patient soul, even the philosophy he subscribed to didn’t see poverty as something indifferent. But that's a story for later.
When Cinna and Marius got the power in their hands, it was soon perceived that they had not come back for any good they intended to their country, but to effect the ruin and utter destruction of the nobility. And as many as they could lay their hands on they slew, amongst whom were Crassus’s father and brother; he himself, being very young, for the moment escaped the danger; but understanding that he was every way beset and hunted after by the tyrants, taking with him three friends and ten servants, with all possible speed he fled into Spain, having formerly been there and secured a great number of friends, while his father was Praetor of that country. But finding all people in a consternation, and trembling at the cruelty of Marius, as if he was already standing over them in person, he durst not discover himself to anybody, but hid himself in a large cave, which was by the sea-shore, and belonged to Vibius Pacianus, to whom he sent one of his servants to sound him, his provisions, also, beginning to fail. Vibius was well pleased at his escape, and inquiring the place of his abode and the number of his companions, he went not to him himself, but commanded his steward to provide every day a good meal’s meat, and carry it and leave it near such a rock, and so return without taking any further notice or being inquisitive, promising him his liberty if he did as he commanded, and that he would kill him if he intermeddled. The cave is not far from the sea; a small and insignificant looking opening in the cliffs conducts you in; when you are entered, a wonderfully high roof spreads above you, and large chambers open out one beyond another, nor does it lack either water or light, for a very pleasant and wholesome spring runs at the foot of the cliffs, and natural chinks, in the most advantageous place, let in the light all day long; and the thickness of the rock makes the air within pure and clear, all the wet and moisture being carried off into the spring.
When Cinna and Marius seized power, it quickly became clear that they didn’t return to do any good for their country but to bring about the downfall and total destruction of the nobility. They killed as many people as they could lay their hands on, including Crassus’s father and brother. Crassus himself, being very young at the time, narrowly escaped danger. However, realizing he was completely surrounded and hunted by the tyrants, he took three friends and ten servants and fled to Spain as quickly as possible. He had previously been there and had secured many friends while his father was the Praetor of that region. Once there, he found everyone in a panic, terrified of Marius’s brutality, as if he were already there in person. Crassus didn’t dare reveal himself to anyone and instead hid in a large cave by the seashore that belonged to Vibius Pacianus. He sent one of his servants to check in with Vibius, since his supplies were starting to run low. Vibius was pleased to hear of his escape and, upon learning where Crassus was staying and how many companions he had, didn’t go to him directly. Instead, he ordered his steward to prepare a good meal each day and leave it near a certain rock, returning without drawing attention or asking too many questions. He promised Crassus his freedom if he followed these orders, but warned that he would kill him if he interfered. The cave isn’t far from the sea; a small and unremarkable opening in the cliffs leads you inside, where a surprisingly high ceiling looms above, and large chambers extend one after another. It has both water and light, as a lovely, refreshing spring flows at the foot of the cliffs, and natural openings in the most favorable spots let in sunlight throughout the day. The thickness of the rock keeps the air inside pure and clear, with moisture draining away into the spring.
While Crassus remained here, the steward brought them what was necessary, but never saw them, nor knew anything of the matter, though they within saw, and expected him at the customary times. Neither was their entertainment such as just to keep them alive, but given them in abundance and for their enjoyment; for Pacianus resolved to treat him with all imaginable kindness, and considering he was a young man, thought it well to gratify a little his youthful inclinations; for to give just what is needful, seems rather to come from necessity than from a hearty friendship. Once taking with him two female servants, he showed them the place and bade them go in boldly, whom when Crassus and his friends saw, they were afraid of being betrayed, and demanded what they were, and what they would have. They, according as they were instructed, answered, they came to wait upon their master who was hid in that cave. And so Crassus perceiving it was a piece of pleasantry and of goodwill on the part of Vibius, took them in and kept them there with him as long as he stayed, and employed them to give information to Vibius of what they wanted, and how they were. Fenestella says he saw one of them, then very old, and often heard her speak of the time and repeat the story with pleasure.
While Crassus stayed here, the steward brought them what they needed, but he never saw them or knew anything about it, even though they were inside and expected him at the usual times. Their hospitality wasn't just enough to survive; it was ample and meant for their enjoyment. Pacianus decided to treat him with every imaginable kindness and, knowing he was a young man, thought it was good to indulge his youthful desires because simply providing what is necessary feels more like obligation than genuine friendship. One time, he took two female servants with him, showed them the place, and told them to go in confidently. When Crassus and his friends saw them, they were worried about being betrayed and asked who they were and what they wanted. Following their instructions, they replied that they had come to attend to their master, who was hidden in that cave. Realizing it was a friendly joke from Vibius, Crassus welcomed them in and kept them with him for the duration of his stay, using them to inform Vibius of their needs and well-being. Fenestella mentions he saw one of them, who was very old at the time, and often heard her recount the story with delight.
After Crassus had lain concealed there eight months, on hearing that Cinna was dead, he appeared abroad, and a great number of people flocking to him, out of whom he selected a body of two thousand five hundred, he visited many cities, and, as some write, sacked Malaca, which he himself, however, always denied, and contradicted all who said so. Afterwards, getting together some ships, he passed into Africa, and joined with Metellus Pius, an eminent person that had raised a very considerable force; but upon some difference between him and Metellus, he stayed not long there, but went over to Sylla, by whom he was very much esteemed. When Sylla passed over into Italy, he was anxious to put all the young men that were with him in employment; and as he dispatched some one way, and some another, Crassus, on its falling to his share to raise men among the Marsians, demanded a guard, being to pass through the enemy’s country, upon which Sylla replied sharply, “I give you for guard your father, your brother, your friends and kindred, whose unjust and cruel murder I am now going to revenge;” and Crassus, being nettled, went his way, broke boldly through the enemy, collected a considerable force, and in all Sylla’s wars acted with great zeal and courage. And in these times and occasions, they say, began the emulation and rivalry for glory between him and Pompey; for though Pompey was the younger man, and had the disadvantage to be descended of a father that was disesteemed by the citizens, and hated as much as ever man was, yet in these actions he shone out, and was proved so great, that Sylla always used, when he came in, to stand up and uncover his head, an honor which he seldom showed to older men and his own equals, and always saluted him Imperator. This fired and stung Crassus, though, indeed, he could not with any fairness claim to be preferred; for he both wanted experience, and his two innate vices, sordidness and avarice, tarnished all the lustre of his actions. For when he had taken Tudertia, a town of the Umbrians, he converted, it was said, all the spoil to his own use, for which he was complained of to Sylla. But in the last and greatest battle before Rome itself, where Sylla was worsted, some of his battalions giving ground, and others being quite broken, Crassus got the victory on the right wing, which he commanded, and pursued the enemy till night, and then sent to Sylla to acquaint him with his success, and demand provision for his soldiers. In the time, however, of the proscriptions and sequestrations, he lost his repute again, by making great purchases for little or nothing, and asking for grants. Nay, they say he proscribed one of the Bruttians without Sylla’s order, only for his own profit, and that, on discovering this, Sylla never after trusted him in any public affairs. As no man was more cunning than Crassus to ensnare others by flattery, so no man lay more open to it, or swallowed it more greedily than himself. And this particularly was observed of him, that though he was the most covetous man in the world, yet he habitually disliked and cried out against others who were so.
After Crassus had been hiding there for eight months, upon hearing that Cinna was dead, he came out into the open. A large number of people gathered around him, and from them, he chose a group of two thousand five hundred to travel with him. He visited many cities and, as some claim, invaded Malaca, which he always denied and refuted anyone who said otherwise. Later, he gathered some ships and sailed to Africa, where he joined Metellus Pius, an influential leader who had assembled a significant force. However, due to a disagreement with Metellus, he didn't stay long and went over to Sylla, who thought highly of him. When Sylla returned to Italy, he wanted to put all the young men with him to work. As he sent some in different directions, Crassus was tasked with raising men among the Marsians and asked for a guard to pass through enemy territory. Sylla sharply replied, “I give you your father, your brother, your friends, and your relatives as your guard, whose unjust and cruel murder I am about to avenge.” Feeling insulted, Crassus went on his way, broke through the enemy lines, gathered a considerable force, and fought with great enthusiasm and courage in all of Sylla’s wars. During this time, it’s said that the competition and rivalry for glory between him and Pompey began; even though Pompey was younger and had the disadvantage of a father who was despised by the citizens and hated more than anyone, he excelled in these actions. So much so, that Sylla would stand up and uncover his head whenever Pompey entered, a mark of respect he rarely showed to older men and peers, always greeting him as Imperator. This irritated and frustrated Crassus, even though he really couldn’t claim to be preferred; he lacked experience, and his two inherent flaws—greed and avarice—diminished the shine of his accomplishments. For instance, after he captured Tudertia, a town of the Umbrians, it was said he kept all the spoils for himself, which led to complaints to Sylla. However, in the last and most significant battle before Rome itself, where Sylla was beaten, some of his battalions faltered while others were completely broken. Crassus achieved victory on the right wing that he led, chased the enemy until nightfall, and then sent word to Sylla about his success, asking for supplies for his troops. Despite his achievements, during the time of the proscriptions and confiscations, he lost his reputation again by making large purchases for very little and requesting favors. It’s even said that he targeted one of the Bruttians without Sylla’s approval, just for his own gain, and that when Sylla found out, he never trusted Crassus in any public matters again. No one was more cunning than Crassus at ensnaring others with flattery, yet no one was more susceptible to it or accepted it more eagerly than he did. It was especially noted that even though he was the most greedy person in the world, he constantly criticized and condemned others for being the same.
It troubled him to see Pompey so successful in all his undertakings; that he had had a triumph before he was capable to sit in the senate, and that the people had surnamed him Magnus, or the Great. When somebody was saying Pompey the Great was coming, he smiled, and asked him, “How big is he?” Despairing to equal him by feats of arms, he betook himself to civil life, where by doing kindnesses, pleading, lending money, by speaking and canvassing among the people for those who had objects to obtain from them, he gradually gained as great honor and power as Pompey had from his many famous expeditions. And it was a curious thing in their rivalry, that Pompey’s name and interest in the city was greatest when he was absent, for his renown in war, but when present he was often less successful than Crassus, by reason of his superciliousness and haughty way of living, shunning crowds of people, and appearing rarely in the forum, and assisting only some few, and that not readily, that his interest might be the stronger when he came to use it for himself. Whereas Crassus, being a friend always at hand, ready to be had and easy of access, and always with his hands full of other people’s business, with his freedom and courtesy, got the better of Pompey’s formality. In point of dignity of person, eloquence of language, and attractiveness of countenance, they were pretty equally excellent. But, however, this emulation never transported Crassus so far as to make him bear enmity, or any ill-will; for though he was vexed to see Pompey and Caesar preferred to him, yet he never minded any hostility or malice with his jealousy; though Caesar when he was taken captive by the corsairs in Asia, cried out, “O Crassus, how glad you will be at the news of my captivity!” Afterwards they lived together on friendly terms, for when Caesar was going praetor into Spain, and his creditors, he being then in want of money, came upon him and seized his equipage, Crassus then stood by him and relieved him, and was his security for eight hundred and thirty talents. And, in general, Rome being divided into three great interests, those of Pompey, Caesar, and Crassus, (for as for Cato, his fame was greater than his power, and he was rather admired than followed,) the sober and quiet part were for Pompey, the restless and hotheaded followed Caesar’s ambition, but Crassus trimmed between them, making advantages of both, and changed sides continually, being neither a trusty friend nor an implacable enemy, and easily abandoned both his attachments and his animosities, as he found it for his advantage, so that in short spaces of time, the same men and the same measures had him both as their supporter and as their opponent. He was much liked, but was feared as much or even more. At any rate, when Sicinius, who was the greatest troubler of the magistrates and ministers of his time, was asked how it was he let Crassus alone, “Oh,” said he, “he carries hay on his horns,” alluding to the custom of tying hay to the horns of a bull that used to butt, that people might keep out of his way.
It bothered him to see Pompey so successful in everything he did; that he had achieved a triumph before he was old enough to sit in the senate, and that the people had called him Magnus, or the Great. When someone mentioned that Pompey the Great was coming, he smiled and asked, “How big is he?” Frustrated that he couldn’t match Pompey in military feats, he turned to civil life. By helping others, advocating for them, lending money, and speaking to the people to support those who needed it, he gradually gained as much honor and power as Pompey had from his many famous military campaigns. It was interesting in their rivalry that Pompey’s name and influence in the city were greatest when he was away, due to his war fame. Yet, when he was present, he was often less successful than Crassus because of his arrogance and distant demeanor, avoiding large crowds, rarely showing up in the forum, and only helping a few people reluctantly, hoping to strengthen his influence for his own use. In contrast, Crassus, always available and approachable, busy with others’ affairs, managed to outdo Pompey’s formality with his friendliness and courtesy. In terms of personal dignity, eloquence, and attractiveness, they were pretty much equal. However, this rivalry never pushed Crassus to bear a grudge or malice; even though he was annoyed to see Pompey and Caesar preferred over him, he never acted out of hostile jealousy. When Caesar was captured by pirates in Asia, he exclaimed, “Oh Crassus, how happy you must be to hear about my capture!” Afterward, they maintained a friendly relationship; when Caesar was set to go to Spain as praetor and his creditors, who he owed money to, seized his belongings, Crassus supported him and guaranteed him eight hundred and thirty talents. In general, Rome was divided among three major factions: Pompey, Caesar, and Crassus (Cato was more admired than powerful and wasn’t actively followed). The moderate and calm crowd supported Pompey, the restless and ambitious followed Caesar, while Crassus played both sides, taking advantage of each and switching loyalties as it suited him. He could easily let go of both friendships and grudges, so in a short amount of time, the same people saw him as both ally and opponent. He was well-liked, but also feared, perhaps even more so. When Sicinius, who caused the most trouble for magistrates and officials of his time, was asked why he left Crassus alone, he replied, “Oh, he carries hay on his horns,” referencing the practice of tying hay to the horns of a bull, so that people would steer clear of it.
The insurrection of the gladiators and the devastation of Italy, commonly called the war of Spartacus, began upon this occasion. One Lentulus Batiates trained up a great many gladiators in Capua, most of them Gauls and Thracians, who, not for any fault by them committed, but simply through the cruelty of their master, were kept in confinement for this object of fighting one with another. Two hundred of these formed a plan to escape, but their plot being discovered, those of them who became aware of it in time to anticipate their master, being seventy-eight, got out of a cook’s shop chopping-knives and spits, and made their way through the city, and lighting by the way on several wagons that were carrying gladiator’s arms to another city, they seized upon them and armed themselves. And seizing upon a defensible place, they chose three captains, of whom Spartacus was chief, a Thracian of one of the nomad tribes, and a man not only of high spirit and valiant, but in understanding, also, and in gentleness, superior to his condition, and more of a Grecian than the people of his country usually are. When he first came to be sold at Rome, they say a snake coiled itself upon his face as he lay asleep, and his wife, who at this latter time also accompanied him in his flight, his country-woman, a kind of prophetess, and one of those possessed with the bacchanal frenzy, declared that it was a sign portending great and formidable power to him with no happy event.
The gladiators' rebellion and the destruction of Italy, known as the war of Spartacus, started at this time. A man named Lentulus Batiates had trained a large number of gladiators in Capua, mostly Gauls and Thracians. They were kept imprisoned, not because of any wrongdoing on their part, but solely due to the cruelty of their master, forced to fight each other. Two hundred of them came up with a plan to escape, but when their plot was discovered, seventy-eight of them seized the opportunity to get out. They grabbed kitchen knives and spits from a cook’s shop and made their way through the city. Along the way, they found several wagons that were transporting gladiator weapons to another city and took those to arm themselves. Once they secured a defensible location, they chose three leaders, with Spartacus as the chief. He was a Thracian from one of the nomadic tribes, a man who was not only brave and spirited but also wise and gentle, standing out even more than the typical people from his background. When he was first sold in Rome, it was said that a snake coiled around his face while he slept. His wife, who joined him in his escape and was also his countrywoman, was known to be a prophetess and possessed with a wild frenzy. She interpreted it as a sign of great and formidable power for him, but warned that it would not lead to a happy outcome.
First, then, routing those that came out of Capua against them, and thus procuring a quantity of proper soldiers’ arms, they gladly threw away their own as barbarous and dishonorable. Afterwards Clodius, the praetor, took the command against them with a body of three thousand men from Rome, and besieged them within a mountain, accessible only by one narrow and difficult passage, which Clodius kept guarded, encompassed on all other sides with steep and slippery precipices. Upon the top, however, grew a great many wild vines, and cutting down as many of their boughs as they had need of, they twisted them into strong ladders long enough to reach from thence to the bottom, by which, without any danger, they got down all but one, who stayed there to throw them down their arms, and after this succeeded in saving himself. The Romans were ignorant of all this, and, therefore, coming upon them in the rear, they assaulted them unawares and took their camp. Several, also, of the shepherds and herdsman that were there, stout and nimble fellows, revolted over to them, to some of whom they gave complete arms, and made use of others as scouts and light-armed soldiers. Publius Varinus, the praetor, was now sent against them, whose lieutenant, Furius, with two thousand men, they fought and routed. Then Cossinius was sent, with considerable forces, to give his assistance and advice, and him Spartacus missed but very little of capturing in person, as he was bathing at Salinae; for he with great difficulty made his escape, while Spartacus possessed himself of his baggage, and following the chase with a great slaughter, stormed his camp and took it, where Cossinius himself was slain. After many successful skirmishes with the praetor himself, in one of which he took his lictors and his own horse, he began to be great and terrible; but wisely considering that he was not to expect to match the force of the empire, he marched his army towards the Alps, intending, when he had passed them, that every man should go to his own home, some to Thrace, some to Gaul. But they, grown confident in their numbers, and puffed up with their success, would give no obedience to him, but went about and ravaged Italy; so that now the senate was not only moved at the indignity and baseness, both of the enemy and of the insurrection, but, looking upon it as a matter of alarm and of dangerous consequence, sent out both the consuls to it, as to a great and difficult enterprise. The consul Gellius, falling suddenly upon a party of Germans, who through contempt and confidence had straggled from Spartacus, cut them all to pieces. But when Lentulus with a large army besieged Spartacus, he sallied out upon him, and, joining battle, defeated his chief officers, and captured all his baggage. As he made toward the Alps, Cassius, who was praetor of that part of Gaul that lies about the Po, met him with ten thousand men, but being overcome in battle, he had much ado to escape himself, with the loss of a great many of his men.
First, they routed those who had come out of Capua, providing themselves with a lot of proper soldiers' weapons, and happily discarded their own arms as barbaric and dishonorable. Later, Clodius, the praetor, took command against them with a force of three thousand men from Rome and besieged them in a mountain, which could only be accessed by a narrow and difficult path that Clodius guarded, while the rest of the area was surrounded by steep and slippery cliffs. However, the top was filled with wild vines, and by cutting down as many branches as they needed, they wove them into strong ladders long enough to reach the ground, allowing them to escape safely, except for one person who stayed behind to throw down their weapons, after which he managed to save himself. The Romans were unaware of all this, so when they attacked from behind, they caught them off guard and took their camp. Several of the shepherds and herdsmen there, who were strong and agile, sided with them; some received full armor, while others were used as scouts and light infantry. Publius Varinus, the praetor, was now sent against them; his lieutenant, Furius, engaged them with two thousand men but was defeated. Then Cossinius was sent with significant forces to assist and advise, and Spartacus nearly captured him personally while he was bathing at Salinae; he barely managed to escape, while Spartacus seized his supplies, and following the pursuit with great slaughter, he stormed his camp and took it, where Cossinius was killed. After many successful skirmishes with the praetor himself, in one of which he captured his lictors and his horse, he started to become powerful and feared; but wisely realizing he couldn’t hope to match the might of the empire, he directed his army toward the Alps, planning for everyone to go home once they passed through—some to Thrace, others to Gaul. But feeling confident in their numbers and emboldened by their victories, they refused to obey him and began raiding Italy; as a result, the senate was not only outraged by the disgrace and cowardice of both the enemy and the uprising, but also saw it as a pressing and dangerous situation, sending both consuls for what was perceived as a significant and tough mission. The consul Gellius unexpectedly attacked a group of Germans who had strayed from Spartacus out of arrogance and confidence, killing them all. However, when Lentulus besieged Spartacus with a large army, Spartacus charged out against him and defeated his main officers, capturing all their supplies. As he moved towards the Alps, Cassius, who was the praetor of that part of Gaul around the Po, confronted him with ten thousand men but was defeated in battle, struggling to escape with many of his troops lost.
When the senate understood this, they were displeased at the consuls, and ordering them to meddle no further, they appointed Crassus general of the war, and a great many of the nobility went volunteers with him, partly out of friendship, and partly to get honor. He stayed himself on the borders of Picenum, expecting Spartacus would come that way, and sent his lieutenant, Mummius, with two legions, to wheel about and observe the enemy’s motions, but upon no account to engage or skirmish. But he, upon the first opportunity, joined battle, and was routed, having a great many of his men slain, and a great many only saving their lives, with the loss of their arms. Crassus rebuked Mummius severely, and arming the soldiers again, he made them find sureties for their arms, that they would part with them no more, and five hundred that were the beginners of the flight, he divided into fifty tens, and one of each was to die by lot, thus reviving the ancient Roman punishment of decimation, where ignominy is added to the penalty of death, with a variety of appalling and terrible circumstances, presented before the eyes of the whole army, assembled as spectators. When he had thus reclaimed his men, he led them against the enemy; but Spartacus retreated through Lucania toward the sea, and in the straits meeting with some Cilician pirate ships, he had thoughts of attempting Sicily, where, by landing two thousand men, he hoped to new kindle the war of the slaves, which was but lately extinguished, and seemed to need but a little fuel to set it burning again. But after the pirates had struck a bargain with him, and received his earnest, they deceived him and sailed away. He thereupon retired again from the sea, and established his army in the peninsula of Rhegium; there Crassus came upon him, and considering the nature of the place, which of itself suggested the undertaking, he set to work to build a wall across the isthmus; thus keeping his soldiers at once from idleness, and his foes from forage. This great and difficult work he perfected in a space of time short beyond all expectation, making a ditch from one sea to the other, over the neck of land, three hundred furlongs long, fifteen feet broad, and as much in depth, and above it built a wonderfully high and strong wall. All which Spartacus at first slighted and despised, but when provisions began to fail, and on his proposing to pass further, he found he was walled in, and no more was to be had in the peninsula, taking the opportunity of a snowy, stormy night, he filled up part of the ditch with earth and boughs of trees, and so passed the third part of his army over.
When the Senate realized this, they were unhappy with the consuls and ordered them to stop interfering. They appointed Crassus as the general for the war, and many noblemen volunteered to join him, partly out of friendship and partly for the honor. He remained on the borders of Picenum, expecting Spartacus to come that way, and sent his lieutenant, Mummius, with two legions to maneuver and watch the enemy's movements, but explicitly instructed him not to engage or fight. However, Mummius took the first opportunity to engage in battle and was defeated, with many of his men killed and many others saving only their lives, losing their weapons. Crassus harshly scolded Mummius and rearmed the soldiers, making them promise not to lose their weapons again. He punished five hundred soldiers who had started the panic by dividing them into fifty groups, with one from each group chosen by lot to die, thus reviving the ancient Roman punishment of decimation, which added shame to the death penalty while being displayed before the entire assembled army. After reining in his men this way, he led them against the enemy; however, Spartacus retreated through Lucania toward the sea and, while in the straits, encountered some Cilician pirate ships. He considered trying to land in Sicily, where he planned to send two thousand men to reignite the recently quelled slave war, which only needed a little spark to reignite. But after the pirates struck a deal with him and took his earnest money, they deceived him and sailed away. He then retreated from the sea and settled his army in the peninsula of Rhegium; Crassus then confronted him and, understanding the situation there, began to construct a wall across the isthmus to keep his soldiers occupied and prevent the enemy from foraging. He completed this major and challenging project in an unexpectedly short time, digging a ditch from one sea to the other across the neck of land, three hundred furlongs long, fifteen feet wide, and just as deep, and built a tall and robust wall above it. Initially, Spartacus looked down on this effort, but as supplies began to dwindle and he considered moving further, he realized he was trapped and could no longer obtain provisions in the peninsula. Taking advantage of a snowy, stormy night, he filled part of the ditch with earth and tree branches and managed to get a third of his army across.
Crassus was afraid lest he should march directly to Rome, but was soon eased of that fear when he saw many of his men break out in a mutiny and quit him, and encamp by themselves upon the Lucanian lake. This lake they say changes at intervals of time, and is sometimes sweet, and sometimes so salt that it cannot be drunk. Crassus falling upon these beat them from the lake, but he could not pursue the slaughter, because of Spartacus suddenly coming up, and checking the flight. Now he began to repent that he had previously written to the senate to call Lucullus out of Thrace, and Pompey out of Spain; so that he did all he could to finish the war before they came, knowing that the honor of the action would redound to him that came to his assistance. Resolving, therefore, first to set upon those that had mutinied and encamped apart, whom Caius Cannicius and Castus commanded, he sent six thousand men before to secure a little eminence, and to do it as privately as possible, which that they might do, they covered their helmets, but being discovered by two women that were sacrificing for the enemy, they had been in great hazard, had not Crassus immediately appeared, and engaged in a battle which proved a most bloody one. Of twelve thousand three hundred whom he killed, two only were found wounded in their backs, the rest all having died standing in their ranks, and fighting bravely. Spartacus, after this discomfiture, retired to the mountains of Petelia, but Quintius, one of Crassus’s officers, and Scrofa, the quaestor, pursued and overtook him. But when Spartacus rallied and faced them, they were utterly routed and fled, and had much ado to carry off their quaestor, who was wounded. This success, however, ruined Spartacus, because it encouraged the slaves, who now disdained any longer to avoid fighting, or to obey their officers, but as they were upon their march, they came to them with their swords in their hand, and compelled them to lead them back again through Lucania, against the Romans, the very thing which Crassus was eager for. For news was already brought that Pompey was at hand; and people began to talk openly, that the honor of this war was reserved for him, who would come and at once oblige the enemy to fight and put an end to the war. Crassus, therefore, eager to fight a decisive battle, encamped very near the enemy, and began to make lines of circumvallation; but the slaves made a sally, and attacked the pioneers. As fresh supplies came in on either side, Spartacus, seeing there was no avoiding it, set all his army in array, and when his horse was brought him, he drew out his sword and killed him, saying, if he got the day, he should have a great many better horses of the enemies, and if he lost it, he should have no need of this. And so making directly towards Crassus himself, through the midst of arms and wounds, he missed him, hut slew two centurions that fell upon him together. At last being deserted by those that were about him, he himself stood his ground, and, surrounded by the enemy, bravely defending himself, was cut in pieces. But though Crassus had good fortune, and not only did the part of a good general, but gallantly exposed his person, yet Pompey had much of the credit of the action. For he met with many of the fugitives, and slew them, and wrote to the senate that Crassus indeed had vanquished the slaves in a pitched battle, but that he had put an end to the war. Pompey was honored with a magnificent triumph for his conquest over Sertorius and Spain, while Crassus could not himself so much as desire a triumph in its full form, and indeed it was thought to look but meanly in him to accept of the lesser honor, called the ovation, for a servile war, and perform a procession on foot. The difference between this and the other, and the origin of the name, are explained in the life of Marcellus.
Crassus was worried about marching directly to Rome, but he soon felt relieved when he saw many of his men rebel and leave him to set up camp by the Lucanian lake. This lake is said to change over time, sometimes being fresh and other times so salty that it can't be drunk. Crassus attacked them and drove them from the lake, but he couldn't continue the fight because Spartacus showed up and stopped their retreat. He started to regret writing to the Senate, asking for Lucullus to come from Thrace and Pompey from Spain, so he tried to finish the war before they arrived, knowing that the glory of the victory would go to whoever helped him. He decided to first go after those who had revolted and camped separately, led by Caius Cannicius and Castus. He sent six thousand men ahead to secure a small hill, doing it as quietly as possible by covering their helmets. They would have been discovered by two women sacrificing for the enemy had Crassus not appeared right away, engaging in a very bloody battle. Of twelve thousand three hundred he killed, only two were found wounded in the back; the rest died standing in their ranks, fighting bravely. After this defeat, Spartacus withdrew to the Petelia mountains, but Quintius, one of Crassus’s officers, and Scrofa, the quaestor, pursued and caught up with him. However, when Spartacus regrouped and faced them, they were completely routed and barely managed to get their wounded quaestor to safety. This victory, however, was a turning point for Spartacus, as it encouraged the slaves, who then refused to avoid fighting or obey their leaders. As they marched, they confronted their officers with swords in hand and forced them to lead them back through Lucania against the Romans, exactly what Crassus wanted. News had already come that Pompey was on his way, and people began to speculate that the glory of this war would fall to him because he would make the enemy fight and end the conflict. Eager to have a decisive battle, Crassus camped close to the enemy and started building fortifications. But the slaves launched an attack on the workers. As reinforcements arrived for both sides, Spartacus realized there was no way to avoid a fight, so he lined up his entire army. When his horse was brought to him, he drew his sword and killed it, saying if he won, he would take many better horses from the enemy, and if he lost, he wouldn’t need it. He charged directly at Crassus himself, cutting through arms and wounds, but missed him and ended up killing two centurions who attacked him together. Eventually, he was abandoned by those around him, but he stood his ground, bravely fighting until he was overwhelmed and killed. Although Crassus had good fortune and behaved like a skilled general, exposing himself gallantly, much of the credit went to Pompey. He encountered many of the fleeing slaves, killed them, and wrote to the Senate saying that Crassus had defeated the slaves in a major battle, but that he had ended the war. Pompey was celebrated with a grand triumph for his victory over Sertorius and in Spain, while Crassus could barely bring himself to claim a full triumph. In fact, it seemed beneath him to accept the lesser honor called an ovation for a servile war and to participate in a parade on foot. The distinction between this and a proper triumph, as well as the origin of the name, is explained in the life of Marcellus.
And Pompey being immediately invited to the consulship, Crassus, who had hoped to be joined with him, did not scruple to request his assistance. Pompey most readily seized the opportunity, as he desired by all means to lay some obligation upon Crassus, and zealously promoted his interest; and at last he declared in one of his speeches to the people, that he should be not less beholden to them for his colleague, than for the honor of his own appointment. But once entered upon the employment, this amity continued not long; but differing almost in everything, disagreeing, quarreling, and contending, they spent the time of their consulship, without effecting any measure of consequence, except that Crassus made a great sacrifice to Hercules, and feasted the people at ten thousand tables, and measured them out corn for three months. When their command was now ready to expire, and they were, as it happened addressing the people, a Roman knight, one Onatius Aurelius, an ordinary private person, living in the country, mounted the hustings, and declared a vision he had in his sleep: “Jupiter,” said he, “appeared to me, and commanded me to tell you, that you should not suffer your consuls to lay down their charge before they are made friends.” When he had spoken, the people cried out that they should be reconciled. Pompey stood still and said nothing, but Crassus, first offering him his hand, said, “I cannot think, my countrymen, that I do any thing humiliating or unworthy of myself, if I make the first offers of accommodation and friendship with Pompey, whom you yourselves styled the Great, before he was of man’s estate, and decreed him a triumph before he was capable of sitting in the senate.”
And Pompey was quickly invited to become consul, and Crassus, who had hoped to join him, didn’t hesitate to ask for his help. Pompey eagerly took the chance, wanting to create an obligation for Crassus, and he actively supported his interests. Eventually, he announced in one of his speeches to the people that he would owe them just as much for having Crassus as his colleague as for the honor of his own appointment. However, once they started their duties, their friendship did not last long; they frequently disagreed on almost everything, quarreled, and argued, spending their time in the consulship without achieving anything significant, except for Crassus making a large sacrifice to Hercules, hosting a feast for the people with ten thousand tables, and distributing corn to them for three months. As their term was about to end, while they were addressing the people, a Roman knight named Onatius Aurelius, an ordinary private citizen from the countryside, stepped up and shared a vision he had while sleeping: “Jupiter,” he said, “appeared to me and commanded me to tell you not to let your consuls step down before they make peace.” After he spoke, the crowd shouted for them to reconcile. Pompey remained silent, but Crassus, extending his hand first, said, “I don’t believe, my fellow citizens, that I’m doing anything humiliating or unworthy of myself by being the first to propose reconciliation and friendship with Pompey, whom you all called the Great before he came of age, and granted a triumph before he was even old enough to sit in the senate.”
This is what was memorable in Crassus’s consulship, but as for his censorship, that was altogether idle and inactive, for he neither made a scrutiny of the senate, nor took a review of the horsemen, nor a census of the people, though he had as mild a man as could be desired for his colleague, Lutatius Catulus. It is said, indeed, that when Crassus intended a violent and unjust measure, which was the reducing Egypt to be tributary to Rome, Catulus strongly opposed it, and falling out about it, they laid down their office by consent. In the great conspiracy of Catiline, which was very near subverting the government, Crassus was not without some suspicion of being concerned, and one man came forward and declared him to be in the plot; but nobody credited him. Yet Cicero, in one of his orations, clearly charges both Crassus and Caesar with the guilt of it, though that speech was not published till they were both dead. But in his speech upon his consulship, he declares that Crassus came to him by night, and brought a letter concerning Catiline, stating the details of the conspiracy. Crassus hated him ever after, but was hindered by his son from doing him any open injury; for Publius was a great lover of learning and eloquence, and a constant follower of Cicero, insomuch that he put himself into mourning when he was accused, and induced the other young men to do the same. And at last he reconciled him to his father.
This is what stood out during Crassus’s time as consul, but regarding his role as censor, that was totally ineffective and inactive. He neither examined the senate, reviewed the equestrians, nor took a census of the people, even though he had a very mild colleague in Lutatius Catulus. It’s said that when Crassus proposed a harsh and unjust move to make Egypt a tributary of Rome, Catulus strongly opposed it, leading to a disagreement that resulted in both of them stepping down from their positions by mutual agreement. During the major conspiracy of Catiline, which nearly toppled the government, Crassus faced some suspicion of involvement, and one person even claimed he was part of the plot, but nobody believed him. However, Cicero, in one of his speeches, explicitly accused both Crassus and Caesar of complicity, though that speech wasn’t published until after they were both dead. In his speech about his consulship, he stated that Crassus came to him at night and brought a letter regarding Catiline, outlining the details of the conspiracy. Crassus held a grudge against him ever since, but his son prevented him from harming Cicero openly because Publius was a huge fan of learning and eloquence, and he regularly followed Cicero. He even went into mourning when Cicero was accused and got other young men to do the same. Eventually, he managed to reconcile Cicero with his father.
Caesar now returning from his command, and designing to get the consulship, and seeing that Crassus and Pompey were again at variance, was unwilling to disoblige one by making application to the other, and despaired of success without the help of one of them; he therefore made it his business to reconcile them, making it appear that by weakening each other’s influence they were promoting the interest of the Ciceros, the Catuli, and the Catos, who would really be of no account if they would join their interests and their factions, and act together in public with one policy and one united power. And so reconciling them by his persuasions, out of the three parties he set up one irresistible power, which utterly subverted the government both of senate and people. Not that he made either Pompey or Crassus greater than they were before, but by their means made himself greatest of all; for by the help of the adherents of both, he was at once gloriously declared consul, which office when he administered with credit, they decreed him the command of an army, and allotted him Gaul for his province, and so placed him as it were in the citadel, not doubting but they should divide the rest at their pleasure between themselves, when they had confirmed him in his allotted command. Pompey was actuated in all this by an immoderate desire of ruling, but Crassus, adding to his old disease of covetousness, a new passion after trophies and triumphs, emulous of Caesar’s exploits, not content to be beneath him in these points, though above him in all others, could not be at rest, till it ended in an ignominious overthrow, and a public calamity. When Caesar came out of Gaul to Lucca, a great many went thither from Rome to meet him. Pompey and Crassus had various conferences with him in secret, in which they came to the resolution to proceed to still more decisive steps, and to get the whole management of affairs into their hands, Caesar to keep his army, and Pompey and Crassus to obtain new ones and new provinces. To effect all which there was but one way, the getting the consulate a second time, which they were to stand for, and Caesar to assist them by writing to his friends, and sending many of his soldiers to vote.
Caesar, returning from his command and aiming to secure the consulship, noticed that Crassus and Pompey were once again at odds. He didn't want to upset either one by approaching the other and felt he couldn't succeed without the support of one of them. So, he focused on bringing them back together, making it seem like their rivalry was helping the interests of Cicero, Catulus, and Cato, who would really have no power if the two joined forces and acted together with a unified strategy. By persuading them to reconcile, he combined their strengths into one powerful faction that completely undermined the authority of both the Senate and the people. He didn't make either Pompey or Crassus more powerful than they had been, but he used their influence to elevate himself above them all. With the backing of both their supporters, he was celebrated as consul. Once he performed well in that role, they granted him command of an army and assigned Gaul as his province, effectively placing him in a strong position, confident they'd be able to split the rest of the power between them once he solidified his command. Pompey was driven by an overwhelming desire to lead, while Crassus, adding his usual greed to a new craving for trophies and victories, was envious of Caesar's achievements. He couldn’t accept being beneath Caesar in that area, even though he ranked higher in others, and this tension ultimately led to a disgraceful defeat and a public disaster. When Caesar left Gaul for Lucca, many people traveled from Rome to meet him. Pompey and Crassus held several secret meetings with him, deciding to take more decisive actions to seize control of affairs — Caesar to maintain his army, and Pompey and Crassus to acquire new armies and provinces. The only way to achieve all this was for them to seek the consulship again, with Caesar supporting them by reaching out to his allies and sending many of his soldiers to vote.
But when they returned to Rome, their design was presently suspected, and a report was soon spread that this interview had been for no good. When Marcellinus and Domitius asked Pompey in the senate if he intended to stand for the consulship, he answered, perhaps he would, perhaps not; and being urged again, replied, he would ask it of the honest citizens, but not of the dishonest. Which answer appearing too haughty and arrogant, Crassus said, more modestly, that he would desire it if it might be for the advantage of the public, otherwise he would decline it. Upon this some others took confidence and came forward as candidates, among them Domitius. But when Pompey and Crassus now openly appeared for it, the rest were afraid and drew back; only Cato encouraged Domitius, who was his friend and relation, to proceed, exciting him to persist, as though he was now defending the public liberty, as these men, he said, did not so much aim at the consulate, as at arbitrary government, and it was not a petition for office, but a seizure of provinces and armies. Thus spoke and thought Cato, and almost forcibly compelled Domitius to appear in the forum, where many sided with them. For there was, indeed, much wonder and question among the people, “Why should Pompey and Crassus want another consulship? and why they two together, and not with some third person? We have a great many men not unworthy to be fellow-consuls with either the one or the other.” Pompey’s party, being apprehensive of this, committed all manner of indecencies and violences, and amongst other things lay in wait for Domitius, as he was coming thither before daybreak with his friends; his torchbearer they killed, and wounded several others, of whom Cato was one. And these being beaten back and driven into a house, Pompey and Crassus were proclaimed consuls. Not long after, they surrounded the house with armed men, thrust Cato out of the forum, killed some that made resistance, and decreed Caesar his command for five years longer, and provinces for themselves, Syria, and both the Spains, which being divided by lots, Syria fell to Crassus, and the Spains to Pompey.
But when they got back to Rome, their plans were quickly suspected, and rumors spread that their meeting wasn’t for anything good. When Marcellinus and Domitius asked Pompey in the senate if he planned to run for consul, he replied that he might, or he might not; and when pressed again, he said he would seek it from the honest citizens, but not from the dishonest. This response seemed too proud and arrogant, so Crassus said more humbly that he would want it if it would benefit the public, otherwise he would pass. This encouraged some others to step forward as candidates, including Domitius. But once Pompey and Crassus openly entered the race, the others got scared and backed off; only Cato encouraged Domitius, who was his friend and relative, to continue, pushing him to stick with it, as he claimed that they were now fighting for public freedom, since these men weren’t just after the consulship, but were aiming for unchecked power, and it wasn’t a request for a position, but a takeover of provinces and armies. Cato spoke and thought this way, and nearly forced Domitius to show up in the forum, where many rallied to their side. There was indeed a lot of wonder and questioning among the people: “Why do Pompey and Crassus want another consulship? And why just the two of them, instead of with someone else? We have plenty of individuals worthy to be consuls alongside either one.” Pompey’s supporters, fearing this questioning, committed all sorts of indecencies and violent acts, including ambushing Domitius as he was heading there before dawn with his friends; they killed his torchbearer and wounded several others, including Cato. After being beaten back and forced into a house, Pompey and Crassus were declared consuls. Shortly after, they surrounded the house with armed men, pushed Cato out of the forum, killed some who resisted, and extended Caesar’s command for another five years, along with provinces for themselves: Syria and both Spains. When assigned by lot, Syria went to Crassus, and the Spains went to Pompey.
All were well pleased with the chance, for the people were desirous that Pompey should not go far from the city, and he, being extremely fond of his wife, was very glad to continue there; but Crassus was so transported with his fortune, that it was manifest he thought he had never had such good luck befall him as now, so that he had much to do to contain himself before company and strangers; but amongst his private friends he let fall many vain and childish words, which were unworthy of his age, and contrary to his usual character, for he had been very little given to boasting hitherto. But then being strangely puffed up, and his head heated, he would not limit his fortune with Parthia and Syria; but looking on the actions of Lucullus against Tigranes and the exploits of Pompey against Mithridates as but child’s play, he proposed to himself in his hopes to pass as far as Bactria and India, and the utmost ocean. Not that he was called upon by the decree which appointed him to his office to undertake any expedition against the Parthians, but it was well known that he was eager for it, and Caesar wrote to him out of Gaul, commending his resolution, and inciting him to the war. And when Ateius, the tribune of the people, designed to stop his journey, and many others murmured that one man should undertake a war against a people that had done them no injury, and were at amity with them, he desired Pompey to stand by him and accompany him out of the town, as he had a great name amongst the common people. And when several were ready prepared to interfere and raise an outcry, Pompey appeared with a pleasing countenance, and so mollified the people, that they let Crassus pass quietly. Ateius, however, met him, and first by word of mouth warned and conjured him not to proceed, and then commanded his attendant officer to seize him and detain him; but the other tribunes not permitting it, the officer released Crassus. Ateius, therefore, running to the gate, when Crassus was come thither, set down a chafing-dish with lighted fire in it, and burning incense and pouring libations on it, cursed him with dreadful imprecations, calling upon and naming several strange and horrible deities. In the Roman belief there is so much virtue in these sacred and ancient rites, that no man can escape the effects of them, and that the utterer himself seldom prospers; so that they are not often made use of, and but upon a great occasion. And Ateius was blamed at the time for resorting to them, as the city itself, in whose cause he used them, would be the first to feel the ill effects of these curses and supernatural terrors.
Everyone was happy about the opportunity because the people wanted Pompey to stay close to the city, and he, being very affectionate towards his wife, was glad to remain there. But Crassus was so caught up in his good fortune that it was clear he thought he had never experienced such luck before. He had to work hard to keep himself in check around others and strangers, but among his close friends, he let slip many foolish and childish remarks that were unworthy of his age and unlike his usual demeanor since he hadn't been one to boast much before. However, feeling unusually inflated and excited, he didn't want his success to be limited to Parthia and Syria. Instead, he viewed the achievements of Lucullus against Tigranes and Pompey against Mithridates as mere child's play and set his sights on reaching as far as Bactria and India, even to the ends of the ocean. Although the decree assigning him to his position didn't require him to launch an expedition against the Parthians, it was well-known that he was eager to do so. Caesar wrote to him from Gaul, praising his determination and encouraging him to go to war. When Ateius, the tribune of the people, planned to stop his journey and many others complained that one man shouldn't wage war against a nation that had never harmed them and was on friendly terms with them, he asked Pompey to support him and lead him out of the city since he had a strong reputation among the common people. When several were prepared to intervene and create a scene, Pompey appeared with a pleasant demeanor, soothing the crowd enough for them to allow Crassus to go by peacefully. However, Ateius confronted him, first verbally warning and urging him not to proceed, and then commanded his assistant to detain him. But the other tribunes would not allow this, and the officer let Crassus go. Therefore, when Crassus reached the gate, Ateius rushed over, set down a brazier with burning fire in it, and, after lighting incense and making offerings, cursed him with terrible invocations, calling out for several bizarre and fearsome deities. In Roman belief, there was so much power in these ancient rituals that no one could escape their effects, and the one who uttered them rarely prospered. As a result, they were not commonly employed and reserved for exceptional occasions. Ateius was criticized at the time for resorting to these methods, as the city for whose sake he used them would be the first to bear the adverse consequences of these curses and supernatural fears.
Crassus arrived at Brundusium, and though the sea was very rough, he had not patience to wait, but went on board, and lost many of his ships. With the remnant of his army he marched rapidly through Galatia, where meeting with king Deiotarus, who, though he was very old, was about building a new city, Crassus scoffingly told him, “Your majesty begins to build at the twelfth hour.” “Neither do you,” said he, “O general, undertake your Parthian expedition very early.” For Crassus was then sixty years old, and he seemed older than he was. At his first coming, things went as he would have them, for he made a bridge over Euphrates without much difficulty, and passed over his army in safety, and occupied many cities of Mesopotamia, which yielded voluntarily. But a hundred of his men were killed in one, in which Apollonius was tyrant; therefore, bringing his forces against it, he took it by storm, plundered the goods, and sold the inhabitants. The Greeks call this city Zenodotia, upon the taking of which, he permitted the army to salute him Imperator, but this was very ill thought of, and it looked as if he despaired a nobler achievement, that he made so much of this little success. Putting garrisons of seven thousand foot and one thousand horse in the new conquests, he returned to take up his winter quarters in Syria, where his son was to meet him coming from Caesar out of Gaul, decorated with rewards for his valor, and bringing with him one thousand select horse. Here Crassus seemed to commit his first error, and except, indeed, the whole expedition, his greatest; for, whereas he ought to have gone forward and seized Babylon and Seleucia, cities that were ever at enmity with the Parthians, he gave the enemy time to provide against him. Besides, he spent his time in Syria more like an usurer than a general, not in taking an account of the arms, and in improving the skill and discipline of his soldiers, but in computing the revenue of the cities, wasting many days in weighing by scale and balance the treasure that was in the temple of Hierapolis, issuing requisitions for levies of soldiers upon particular towns and kingdoms, and then again withdrawing them on payment of sums of money, by which he lost his credit and became despised. Here, too, he met with the first ill-omen from that goddess, whom some call Venus, others Juno, others Nature, or the Cause that produces out of moisture the first principles and seeds of all things, and gives mankind their earliest knowledge of all that is good for them. For as they were going out of the temple, young Crassus stumbled, and his father fell upon him.
Crassus arrived at Brundisium, and even though the sea was very rough, he didn’t have the patience to wait. He went on board and lost many of his ships. With what was left of his army, he marched quickly through Galatia, where he met King Deiotarus, who, despite being very old, was planning to build a new city. Crassus mockingly told him, “Your majesty is starting to build late in the game.” Deiotarus replied, “And you, general, aren’t starting your Parthian campaign very early either.” Crassus was then sixty years old, and he looked even older than that. At first, things went his way; he built a bridge over the Euphrates with little trouble, safely crossed his army over, and took many cities in Mesopotamia, which surrendered willingly. However, a hundred of his men were killed in one city where Apollonius was the tyrant. Crassus then attacked it, took it by storm, looted the goods, and sold the inhabitants. The Greeks called this city Zenodotia. After capturing it, he allowed his army to salute him as Imperator, but this was poorly regarded, as it seemed he was settling for a minor success rather than aiming for something greater. He posted a garrison of seven thousand infantry and one thousand cavalry in his new conquests and returned to set up his winter quarters in Syria, where his son was to meet him after coming from Caesar in Gaul, decorated with honors for his bravery and bringing with him a thousand elite horsemen. Here, Crassus seemed to make his first major error, and besides the entire expedition, it was the biggest; instead of advancing to seize Babylon and Seleucia, cities that were always at odds with the Parthians, he gave the enemy time to prepare. Furthermore, he spent his time in Syria more like a moneylender than a general, focusing not on accounting for weapons and enhancing his soldiers’ skills and discipline, but on calculating the cities’ revenues, wasting many days weighing the treasure in the temple of Hierapolis, issuing military levies on specific towns and kingdoms, and then retracting them upon receiving payments, which resulted in him losing respect and becoming looked down upon. He also encountered the first bad sign from that goddess, whom some call Venus, others Juno, and others Nature, or the Cause that generates the basic principles and seeds of all things from moisture, giving people their first understanding of what is good for them. As they were leaving the temple, young Crassus stumbled, and his father fell on him.
When he drew his army out of winter quarters, ambassadors came to him from Arsaces, with this short speech: If the army was sent by the people of Rome, he denounced mortal war, but if, as he understood was the case, against the consent of his country, Crassus for his own private profit had invaded his territory, then their king would be more merciful, and taking pity upon Crassus’s dotage, would send those soldiers back, who had been left not so truly to keep guard on him as to be his prisoners. Crassus boastfully told them he would return his answer at Seleucia, upon which Vagises, the eldest of them, laughed and showed the palm of his hand, saying, “Hail will grow here before you will see Seleucia;” so they returned to their king, Hyrodes, telling him it was war. Several of the Romans that were in garrison in Mesopotamia with great hazard made their escape, and brought word that the danger was worth consideration, urging their own eye-witness of the numbers of the enemy, and the manner of their fighting, when they assaulted their towns; and, as men’s manner is, made all seem greater than really it was. By flight it was impossible to escape them, and as impossible to overtake them when they fled, and they had a new and strange sort of darts, as swift as sight, for they pierced whatever they met with, before you could see who threw; their men-at-arms were so provided that their weapons would cut through anything, and their armor give way to nothing. All which when the soldiers heard, their hearts failed them; for till now they thought there was no difference between the Parthians and the Armenians or Cappadocians, whom Lucullus grew weary with plundering, and had been persuaded that the main difficulty of the war consisted only in the tediousness of the march, and the trouble of chasing men that durst not come to blows, so that the danger of a battle was beyond their expectation; accordingly, some of the officers advised Crassus to proceed no further at present, but reconsider the whole enterprise, amongst whom in particular was Cassius, the quaestor. The soothsayers, also, told him privately the signs found in the sacrifices were continually adverse and unfavorable. But he paid no heed to them, or to anybody who gave any other advice than to proceed. Nor did Artabazes, king of Armenia, confirm him a little, who came to his aid with six thousand horse; who, however, were said to be only the king’s life-guard and suite, for he promised ten thousand cuirassiers more, and thirty thousand foot, at his own charge. He urged Crassus to invade Parthia by the way of Armenia, for not only would he be able there to supply his army with abundant provision, which he would give him, but his passage would be more secure in the mountains and hills, with which the whole country was covered, making it almost impassable to horse, in which the main strength of the Parthians consisted. Crassus returned him but cold thanks for his readiness to serve him, and for the splendor of his assistance, and told him he was resolved to pass through Mesopotamia, where he had left a great many brave Roman soldiers; whereupon the Armenian went his way. As Crassus was taking the army over the river at Zeugma, he encountered preternaturally violent thunder, and the lightning flashed in the faces of the troops, and during the storm a hurricane broke upon the bridge, and carried part of it away; two thunderbolts fell upon the very place where the army was going to encamp; and one of the general’s horses, magnificently caparisoned, dragged away the groom into the river and was drowned. It is said, too, that when they went to take up the first standard, the eagle of itself turned its head backward; and after he had passed over his army, as they were distributing provisions, the first thing they gave was lentils and salt, which with the Romans are the food proper to funerals, and are offered to the dead. And as Crassus was haranguing his soldiers, he let fall a word which was thought very ominous in the army; for “I am going,” he said, “to break down the bridge, that none of you may return;” and whereas he ought, when he had perceived his blunder, to have corrected himself, and explained his meaning, seeing the men alarmed at the expression, he would not do it out of mere stubbornness. And when at the last general sacrifice the priest gave him the entrails, they slipped out of his hand, and when he saw the standers-by concerned at it, he laughed and said, “See what it is to be an old man; but I shall hold my sword fast enough.”
When he took his army out of winter camp, ambassadors arrived from Arsaces with this brief message: If the army was sent by the people of Rome, he rejected mortal war, but if, as he believed was true, Crassus had invaded his land without his nation's agreement, simply for his own benefit, then their king would be more forgiving and, feeling sorry for Crassus's old age, would send those soldiers back, who had been left not so much to guard him as to be his captives. Crassus arrogantly stated he would respond at Seleucia, to which Vagises, the oldest envoy, laughed and showed his palm, saying, “It will hail here before you see Seleucia;” so they returned to their king, Hyrodes, informing him it was war. Several Romans stationed in Mesopotamia managed to escape with great risk and reported that the danger was significant, insisting on their firsthand accounts of the enemy's numbers and fighting style during their assaults on towns; and, as is common, they exaggerated the situation. It was impossible to flee from them, and equally impossible to catch them when they ran, and they had a new type of darts, as quick as sight, that pierced whatever they hit before you even saw who threw them; their soldiers were equipped so that their weapons could cut through anything, and their armor was impenetrable. When the soldiers heard all this, they felt disheartened; until now they thought there was no real difference between the Parthians and the Armenians or Cappadocians, who Lucullus had grown tired of plundering, believing that the main challenge of the war lay only in the long marches and the trouble of chasing enemies who dared not engage, so the threat of battle was beyond their expectations; thus, some officers advised Crassus not to advance further at this time but to reconsider the entire venture, particularly Cassius, the quaestor. The soothsayers also privately told him that the signs from the sacrifices were consistently negative and unfavorable. But he ignored them and anyone else who suggested anything other than moving forward. Nor did Artabazes, king of Armenia, offer much comfort; he arrived to assist with six thousand cavalry, although they were reportedly just the king's personal guard, as he promised ten thousand more armored soldiers and thirty thousand infantry at his own expense. He encouraged Crassus to invade Parthia through Armenia, asserting that he could supply his army with plentiful provisions, which he would provide, and that his route would be safer in the mountains and hills that covered the region, making it nearly impassable for cavalry, which was the main strength of the Parthians. Crassus thanked him coolly for his offer of assistance and the grandeur of his support and expressed his intention to pass through Mesopotamia, where he had left many brave Roman soldiers; thus, the Armenian returned home. As Crassus was crossing the river at Zeugma, he faced extraordinarily severe thunder, and lightning flashed at the soldiers, and during the storm, a hurricane hit the bridge and took part of it away; two bolts of lightning struck exactly where the army intended to set up camp, and one of the general's beautifully adorned horses pulled its handler into the river and drowned. It is also said that when they went to raise the first standard, the eagle unexpectedly turned its head backward; and after he had passed over his army, as they were distributing supplies, the first items given were lentils and salt, which are the food typically associated with funerals among the Romans, often offered to the dead. While Crassus was addressing his soldiers, he accidentally said something deemed very ominous within the army; for he stated, “I am going to destroy the bridge, so none of you may return;” and even though he should have corrected himself after realizing his mistake, clarifying his intent when he saw the men frightened by his words, he stubbornly refused to do so. Finally, during the last general sacrifice, when the priest handed him the entrails, they slipped from his grasp, and when he noticed the bystanders concerned, he laughed and commented, “See what it means to be an old man; but I will hold my sword tightly enough.”
So he marched his army along the river with seven legions, little less than four thousand horse, and as many light-armed soldiers, and the scouts returning declared that not one man appeared, but that they saw the footing of a great many horses which seemed to be retiring in flight, whereupon Crassus conceived great hopes, and the Romans began to despise the Parthians, as men that would not come to combat, hand to hand. But Cassius spoke with him again, and advised him to refresh his army in some of the garrison towns, and remain there till they could get some certain intelligence of the enemy, or at least to make toward Seleucia, and keep by the river, that so they might have the convenience of having provision constantly supplied by the boats, which might always accompany the army, and the river would secure them from being environed, and, if they should fight, it might be upon equal terms.
So he marched his army along the river with seven legions, just under four thousand cavalry, and about the same number of light infantry. The scouts returned and reported that no one was visible, but they noticed tracks from many horses that seemed to be retreating. This gave Crassus high hopes, and the Romans started to look down on the Parthians, thinking they wouldn’t engage in direct combat. However, Cassius spoke with him again and suggested that he rest his army in some of the garrison towns and stay there until they could get confirmed information about the enemy. He also recommended moving toward Seleucia and staying near the river so they could have supplies brought in by boats that could always accompany the army. This way, they would be protected from being surrounded, and if they had to fight, it could be on equal terms.
While Crassus was still considering, and as yet undetermined, there came to the camp an Arab chief named Ariamnes, a cunning and wily fellow, who, of all the evil chances which combined to lead them on to destruction, was the chief and the most fatal. Some of Pompey’s old soldiers knew him, and remembered him to have received some kindnesses of Pompey, and to have been looked upon as a friend to the Romans, but he was now suborned by the king’s generals, and sent to Crassus to entice him if possible from the river and hills into the wide open plain, where he might be surrounded. For the Parthians desired anything, rather than to be obliged to meet the Romans face to face. He, therefore, coming to Crassus, (and he had a persuasive tongue,) highly commended Pompey as his benefactor, and admired the forces that Crassus had with him, but seemed to wonder why he delayed and made preparations, as if he should not use his feet more than any arms, against men that, taking with them their best goods and chattels, had designed long ago to fly for refuge to the Scythians or Hyrcanians. “If you meant to fight, you should have made all possible haste, before the king should recover courage, and collect his forces together; at present you see Surena and Sillaces opposed to you, to draw you off in pursuit of them, while the king himself keeps out of the way.” But this was all a lie, for Hyrodes had divided his army in two parts, with one he in person wasted Armenia, revenging himself upon Artavasdes, and sent Surena against the Romans, not out of contempt, as some pretend, for there is no likelihood that he should despise Crassus, one of the chiefest men of Rome, to go and fight with Artavasdes, and invade Armenia; but much more probably he really apprehended the danger, and therefore waited to see the event, intending that Surena should first run the hazard of a battle, and draw the enemy on. Nor was this Surena an ordinary person, but in wealth, family, and reputation, the second man in the kingdom, and in courage and prowess the first, and for bodily stature and beauty no man like him. Whenever he traveled privately, he had one thousand camels to carry his baggage, two hundred chariots for his concubines, one thousand completely armed men for his life-guards, and a great many more light-armed; and he had at least ten thousand horsemen altogether, of his servants and retinue. The honor had long belonged to his family, that at the king’s coronation he put the crown upon his head, and when this very king Hyrodes had been exiled, he brought him in; it was he, also, that took the great city of Seleucia, was the first man that scaled the walls, and with his own hand beat off the defenders. And though at this time he was not above thirty years old, he had a great name for wisdom and sagacity, and, indeed, by these qualities chiefly, he overthrew Crassus, who first through his overweening confidence, and afterwards because he was cowed by his calamities, fell a ready victim to his subtlety. When Ariamnes had thus worked upon him, he drew him from the river into vast plains, by a way that at first was pleasant and easy, but afterwards very troublesome by reason of the depth of the sand; no tree, nor any water, and no end of this to be seen; so that they were not only spent with thirst, and the difficulty of the passage, but were dismayed with the uncomfortable prospect of not a bough, not a stream, not a hillock, not a green herb, but in fact a sea of sand, which encompassed the army with its waves. They began to suspect some treachery, and at the same time came messengers from Artavasdes, that he was fiercely attacked by Hyrodes, who had invaded his country, so that now it was impossible for him to send any succors, and that he therefore advised Crassus to turn back, and with joint forces to give Hyrodes battle, or at least that he should march and encamp where horses could not easily come, and keep to the mountains. Crassus, out of anger and perverseness, wrote him no answer, but told them, at present he was not at leisure to mind the Armenians, but he would call upon them another time, and revenge himself upon Artavasdes for his treachery. Cassius and his friends began again to complain, but when they perceived that it merely displeased Crassus, they gave over, but privately railed at the barbarian, “What evil genius, O thou worst of men, brought thee to our camp, and with what charms and potions hast thou bewitched Crassus, that he should march his army through a vast and deep desert, through ways which are rather fit for a captain of Arabian robbers, than for the general of a Roman army?” But the barbarian being a wily fellow, very submissively exhorted them, and encouraged them to sustain it a little further, and ran about the camp, and, professing to cheer up the soldiers, asked them, jokingly, “What, do you think you march through Campania, expecting everywhere to find springs, and shady trees, and baths, and inns of entertainment? Consider you now travel through the confines of Arabia and Assyria.” Thus he managed them like children, and before the cheat was discovered, he rode away; not but that Crassus was aware of his going, but he had persuaded him that he would go and contrive how to disorder the affairs of the enemy.
While Crassus was still deep in thought and had not yet made a decision, an Arab chief named Ariamnes arrived at the camp. He was a clever and sly man, and he was primarily responsible for the terrible circumstances that led them toward destruction. Some of Pompey's former soldiers recognized him and recalled that he had received kindness from Pompey and was seen as a friend to the Romans. However, he had now been bribed by the king’s generals to entice Crassus away from the river and hills into the open plain, where he could be surrounded. The Parthians wanted anything but a direct confrontation with the Romans. So, approaching Crassus—who he persuaded with his smooth tongue—he praised Pompey as his benefactor and admired Crassus's forces. Yet, he feigned confusion over why Crassus hesitated and prepared as if he shouldn't rely more on speed than weapons against men who had long since aimed to flee to the Scythians or Hyrcanians with their belongings. “If you wanted to fight, you should have rushed before the king regained his courage and gathered his forces; right now, you see Surena and Sillaces facing you, just to lure you into pursuing them while the king himself stays out of sight.” But this was all a lie, as Hyrodes had split his army in two, personally ravaging Armenia to revenge himself on Artavasdes and sending Surena against the Romans, not out of contempt—since it was unlikely he would overlook Crassus, one of Rome's foremost leaders—but, more likely, because he recognized the danger and wanted to see the outcome, intending for Surena to first test the waters of battle and draw the enemy out. Surena was no ordinary man; he was second in wealth, family, and reputation in the kingdom, first in courage and skill, and unmatched in stature and looks. Whenever he traveled privately, he had a thousand camels for his baggage, two hundred chariots for his concubines, a thousand fully armed men as his bodyguards, plus many more lightly armed, and he commanded at least ten thousand horsemen in total from his household. A family honor had long been that he placed the crown on the king’s head at the coronation, and it was he who had brought Hyrodes back from exile. He also captured the great city of Seleucia, being the first guy to scale the walls and personally repel the defenders. Though he was still under thirty, he was respected for his wisdom and insight, which were largely how he outmaneuvered Crassus, who fell victim due to his overconfidence and later, his despair. After Ariamnes had manipulated him, he led Crassus away from the river into vast plains, initially pleasant and easy, but soon became incredibly difficult due to deep sand; there were no trees, no water, and no end in sight, so they were not only parched and struggling through the terrain, but were also demoralized by the dismal view of endless sand that surrounded the army like waves. They began to suspect treachery, and at the same time received messengers from Artavasdes, informing them that he was under fierce attack by Hyrodes, who had invaded his land, making it impossible for him to send any help. He advised Crassus to retreat and combine forces to take on Hyrodes or at least camp where horses couldn't easily go, sticking to the mountains. Out of frustration and stubbornness, Crassus didn’t respond, stating that he was not at the moment concerned with the Armenians but would get back to them another time and take revenge on Artavasdes for his betrayal. Cassius and his friends again started to complain, but realizing it only frustrated Crassus more, they stopped, instead privately cursing the barbarian, “What evil spirit, you worst of men, led you to our camp, and with what spells have you bewitched Crassus to march his army through a vast, deep desert, on a path more suitable for Arabian bandits than a Roman general?” The cunning barbarian, however, humbly encouraged them to endure a bit longer, moving through the camp, trying to uplift the soldiers, quipping, “What, do you think you’re walking through Campania, expecting to find lakes, shady trees, baths, and places to stay everywhere? Remember, you're passing through the borders of Arabia and Assyria.” He managed them like children, and before they could see through his deception, he galloped away; not that Crassus was unaware of his leaving, but he convinced him that he would go and devise a plan to disrupt the enemy's strategy.
It is related that Crassus came abroad that day not in his scarlet robe, which Roman generals usually wear, but in a black one, which, as soon as he perceived, he changed. And the standard-bearers had much ado to take up their eagles, which seemed to be fixed to the place. Crassus laughed at it, and hastened their march, and compelled his infantry to keep pace with his cavalry, till some few of the scouts returned and told them that their fellows were slain and they hardly escaped, that the enemy was at hand in full force, and resolved to give them battle. On this all was in an uproar; Crassus was struck with amazement, and for haste could scarcely put his army in good order. First, as Cassius advised, he opened their ranks and files that they might take up as much space as could be, to prevent their being surrounded, and distributed the horse upon the wings, but afterwards changing his mind, he drew up his army in a square, and made a front every way, each of which consisted of twelve cohorts, to every one of which he allotted a troop of horse, that no part might be destitute of the assistance that the horse might give, and that they might be ready to assist everywhere, as need should require. Cassius commanded one of the wings, young Crassus the other, and he himself was in the middle. Thus they marched on till they came to a little river named Balissus, a very inconsiderable one in itself, but very grateful to the soldiers, who had suffered so much by drought and heat all along their march. Most of the commanders were of the opinion that they ought to remain there that night, and to inform themselves as much as possible of the number of the enemies, and their order, and so march against them at break of day; but Crassus was so carried away by the eagerness of his son, and the horsemen that were with him, who desired and urged him to lead them on and engage, that he commanded those that had a mind to it to eat and drink as they stood in their ranks, and before they had all well done, he led them on, not leisurely and with halts to take breath, as if he was going to battle, but kept on his pace as if he had been in haste, till they saw the enemy, contrary to their expectation, neither so many nor so magnificently armed as the Romans expected. For Surena had hid his main force behind the first ranks, and ordered them to hide the glittering of their armor with coats and skins. But when they approached and the general gave the signal, immediately all the field rung with a hideous noise and terrible clamor. For the Parthians do not encourage themselves to war with cornets and trumpets, but with a kind of kettle-drum, which they strike all at once in various quarters. With these they make a dead hollow noise like the bellowing of beasts, mixed with sounds resembling thunder, having, it would seem, very correctly observed, that of all our senses hearing most confounds and disorders us, and that the feelings excited through it most quickly disturb, and most entirely overpower the understanding.
Crassus stepped out that day not in his usual red robe, worn by Roman generals, but in a black one. Once he realized this, he quickly changed. The standard-bearers struggled to lift their eagles, which seemed stuck in place. Crassus laughed and urged them to march faster, forcing his infantry to keep up with his cavalry until some scouts returned with the news that their comrades had been killed and they had barely escaped. The enemy was close by, ready for battle. This caused chaos; Crassus was taken aback and could hardly organize his troops in time. Following Cassius's advice, he opened up their ranks to spread out and avoid being surrounded, placing the cavalry on the wings. But then he changed his mind and arranged his army in a square formation, ensuring each side had twelve cohorts, with a cavalry troop assigned to each to provide support wherever needed. Cassius led one wing, young Crassus took the other, and Crassus himself was in the center. They proceeded until they reached a small river called Balissus, which, while insignificant, was a welcome sight for the soldiers who had endured drought and heat during their march. Most commanders felt they should camp there for the night to gather information about the enemy's numbers and formation and advance at dawn. However, Crassus, influenced by his eager son and the cavalry who pushed for immediate engagement, ordered those willing to eat and drink in their ranks. Before everyone was finished, he set off without pausing to rest, as if in a hurry, until they unexpectedly encountered the enemy, who were neither as numerous nor as well-armed as the Romans had anticipated. Surena had concealed his main force behind the front ranks, instructing them to cover their armor with cloaks and hides. As they got closer and the general signaled, the entire field erupted with a horrifying noise and terrifying clamor. The Parthians didn’t rally for war with horns and trumpets; they used a kind of kettle-drum, struck simultaneously from various directions. This produced a deep, hollow sound like the roaring of beasts, mixed with thunder-like noises, as they keenly understood that hearing can confuse and disturb, rapidly unsettling and overwhelming the mind.
When they had sufficiently terrified the Romans with their noise, they threw off the covering of their armor, and shone like lightning in their breastplates and helmets of polished Margianian steel, and with their horses covered with brass and steel trappings. Surena was the tallest and finest looking man himself, but the delicacy of his looks and effeminacy of his dress did not promise so much manhood as he really was master of; for his face was painted, and his hair parted after the fashion of the Medes, whereas the other Parthians made a more terrible appearance, with their shaggy hair gathered in a mass upon their foreheads after the Scythian mode. Their first design was with their lances to beat down and force back the first ranks of the Romans, but when they perceived the depth of their battle, and that the soldiers firmly kept their ground, they made a retreat, and pretending to break their order and disperse, they encompassed the Roman square before they were aware of it. Crassus commanded his light-armed soldiers to charge, but they had not gone far before they were received with such a shower of arrows that they were glad to retire amongst the heavy-armed, with whom this was the first occasion of disorder and terror, when they perceived the strength and force of their darts, which pierced their arms, and passed through every kind of covering, hard and soft alike. The Parthians now placing themselves at distances began to shoot from all sides, not aiming at any particular mark, (for, indeed, the order of the Romans was so close, that they could not miss if they would,) but simply sent their arrows with great force out of strong bent bows, the strokes from which came with extreme violence. The position of the Romans was a very bad one from the first; for if they kept their ranks, they were wounded, and if they tried to charge, they hurt the enemy none the more, and themselves suffered none the less. For the Parthians threw their darts as they fled, an art in which none but the Scythians excel them, and it is, indeed, a cunning practice, for while they thus fight to make their escape, they avoid the dishonor of a flight.
Once they had thoroughly scared the Romans with their noise, they removed the coverings of their armor and gleamed like lightning in their polished Margianian steel breastplates and helmets, with their horses adorned in brass and steel gear. Surena was the tallest and most impressive man, but the delicateness of his features and the effeminate style of his attire didn’t suggest the real strength he possessed; his face was painted, and his hair was styled in the Median fashion, while the other Parthians looked more fearsome, with their shaggy hair bunched over their foreheads in the Scythian style. Their initial plan was to use their lances to push back the front lines of the Romans, but when they saw the depth of the Roman formation and the soldiers standing their ground, they retreated, pretending to break formation and scatter, encircling the Roman square before they even realized it. Crassus ordered his light-armed troops to charge, but they barely advanced before being met with a barrage of arrows, prompting them to retreat among the heavily armed soldiers, which caused disarray and panic as they realized the power of the darts that pierced through their armor, regardless of whether it was hard or soft. The Parthians took positions at various distances and began shooting from all sides, not aiming for specific targets (since the Roman formation was so tight they couldn’t miss if they tried) but simply firing their arrows with great force from their powerful bows, the impacts landing with extreme ferocity. The Romans were in a particularly bad position from the start; if they held their lines, they were injured, and charging didn’t hurt the enemy anymore but left them no less affected. The Parthians hurled their darts while retreating, a skill that only the Scythians truly master, and it’s a clever tactic because while they fought to escape, they avoided the shame of fleeing.
However, the Romans had some comfort to think that when they had spent all their arrows, they would either give over or come to blows; but when they presently understood that there were numerous camels loaded with arrows, and that when the first ranks had discharged those they had, they wheeled off and took more, Crassus seeing no end of it, was out of all heart, and sent to his son that he should endeavor to fall in upon them before he was quite surrounded; for the enemy advanced most upon that quarter, and seemed to be trying to ride round and come upon the rear. Therefore the young man, taking with him thirteen hundred horse, one thousand of which he had from Caesar, five hundred archers, and eight cohorts of the full-armed soldiers that stood next him, led them up with design to charge the Parthians. Whether it was that they found themselves in a piece of marshy ground, as some think, or else designing to entice young Crassus as far as they could from his father, they turned and began to fly; whereupon he crying out that they durst not stand, pursued them, and with him Censorinus and Megabacchus, both famous, the latter for his courage and prowess, the other for being of a senator’s family, and an excellent orator, both intimates of Crassus, and of about the same age. The horse thus pushing on, the infantry stayed little behind, being exalted with hopes and joy, for they supposed they had already conquered, and now were only pursuing; till when they were gone too far, they perceived the deceit, for they that seemed to fly, now turned again, and a great many fresh ones came on. Upon this they made an halt, for they doubted not but now the enemy would attack them, because they were so few. But they merely placed their cuirassiers to face the Romans, and with the rest of their horse rode about scouring the field, and thus stirring up the sand, they raised such a dust that the Romans could neither see nor speak to one another, and being driven in upon one another in one close body, they were thus hit and killed, dying, not by a quick and easy death, but with miserable pains and convulsions; for writhing upon the darts in their bodies, they broke them in their wounds, and when they would by force pluck out the barbed points, they caught the nerves and veins, so that they tore and tortured themselves. Many of them died thus, and those that survived were disabled for any service, and when Publius exhorted them to charge the cuirassiers, they showed him their hands nailed to their shields, and their feet stuck to the ground, so that they could neither fly nor fight. He charged in himself boldly, however, with his horse, and came to close quarters with them, but was very unequal, whether as to the offensive or defensive part; for with his weak and little javelins, he struck against targets that were of tough raw hides and iron, whereas the lightly clad bodies of his Gaulish horsemen were exposed to the strong spears of the enemy. For upon these he mostly depended, and with them he wrought wonders; for they would catch hold of the great spears, and close upon the enemy, and so pull them off from their horses, where they could scarce stir by reason of the heaviness of their armor, and many of the Gauls quitting their own horses, would creep under those of the enemy, and stick them in the belly; which, growing unruly with the pain, trampled upon their riders and upon the enemies promiscuously. The Gauls were chiefly tormented by the heat and drought being not accustomed to either, and most of their horses were slain by being spurred on against the spears, so that they were forced to retire among the foot, bearing off Publius grievously wounded. Observing a sandy hillock not far off, they made to it, and tying their horses to one another, and placing them in the midst, and joining all their shields together before them, they thought they might make some defense against the barbarians. But it fell out quite contrary, for when they were drawn up in a plain, the front in some measure secured those that were behind; but when they were upon the hill, one being of necessity higher up than another, none were in shelter, but all alike stood equally exposed, bewailing their inglorious and useless fate. There were with Publius two Greeks that lived near there at Carrhae, Hieronymus and Nicomachus; these men urged him to retire with them and fly to Ichnae, a town not far from thence, and friendly to the Romans. “No,” said he, “there is no death so terrible, for the fear of which Publius would leave his friends that die upon his account;” and bidding them to take care of themselves, he embraced them and sent them away, and, because he could not use his arm, for he was run through with a dart, he opened his side to his armor-bearer, and commanded him to run him through. It is said that Censorinus fell in the same manner. Megabacchus slew himself, as did also the rest of best note. The Parthians coming upon the rest with their lances, killed them fighting, nor were there above five hundred taken prisoners. Cutting off the head of Publius, they rode off directly towards Crassus.
However, the Romans took some comfort in thinking that once they had used up all their arrows, they would either back off or engage in hand-to-hand combat. But when they realized there were many camels loaded with arrows and that the frontline fighters would just wheel away and grab more, Crassus lost all hope and sent a message to his son to try to break through the enemy lines before he was completely surrounded. The enemy was advancing in that direction and seemed to be planning to circle around and attack from the back. So, the young man took thirteen hundred cavalry with him—one thousand of which he received from Caesar—along with five hundred archers and eight cohorts of heavily armed soldiers standing next to him, intending to charge the Parthians. Whether they found themselves on marshy ground, as some believe, or they were trying to lure young Crassus further away from his father, the enemy turned and began to retreat. Crassus shouted that they were too afraid to stand their ground, and he pursued them. With him were Censorinus and Megabacchus, both well-known—Megabacchus for his bravery and skill, and Censorinus for his noble lineage and eloquence. They were close friends of Crassus and about the same age. As the cavalry pressed on, the infantry followed closely behind, filled with hope and excitement, believing they had already won and were merely in pursuit. But when they advanced too far, they realized they had been tricked; those who seemed to be fleeing turned back, and many fresh fighters appeared. Because of this, they halted, fearing that the enemy would attack them since they were outnumbered. But the Parthians merely positioned their armored cavalry to face the Romans and sent the rest of their horsemen scattering across the field, kicking up such a dust cloud that the Romans could neither see nor communicate with each other. Driven together in a tight formation, they became easy targets and were struck down, suffering painful deaths and convulsions as they writhed on the darts lodged in their bodies. When they attempted to pull out the barbed points, they caught nerves and veins, tearing themselves apart in the process. Many died this way, and those who survived were left unable to fight. When Publius urged them to charge the cuirassiers, they showed him that their hands were nailed to their shields and their feet stuck to the ground, preventing them from escaping or fighting. Nonetheless, Publius bravely charged in himself with his horse and engaged the enemy up close, but it was a mismatched fight. With his weak, small javelins, he struck against targets made of tough raw hides and iron, while his lightly armored Gaulish cavalry were vulnerable to the enemy's powerful spears. He relied mostly on these cavalrymen, who achieved incredible feats by grabbing the long spears and closing in on the enemy, pulling warriors off their horses, who struggled to move due
His condition was thus. When he had commanded his son to fall upon the enemy, and word was brought him that they fled and that there was a distant pursuit, and perceiving also that the enemy did not press upon him so hard as formerly, for they were mostly gone to fall upon Publius, he began to take heart a little; and drawing his army towards some sloping ground, expected when his son would return from the pursuit. Of the messengers whom Publius sent to him, (as soon as he saw his danger,) the first were intercepted by the enemy, and slain; the last hardly escaping, came and declared that Publius was lost, unless he had speedy succors. Crassus was terribly distracted, not knowing what counsel to take, and indeed no longer capable of taking any; overpowered now by fear for the whole army, now by desire to help his son. At last he resolved to move with his forces. Just upon this, up came the enemy with their shouts and noises more terrible than before, their drums sounding again in the ears of the Romans, who now feared a fresh engagement. And they who brought Publius’s head upon the point of a spear, riding up near enough that it could be known, scoffingly inquired where were his parents and what family he was of, for it was impossible that so brave and gallant a warrior should be the son of so pitiful a coward as Crassus. This sight above all the rest dismayed the Romans, for it did not incite them to anger as it might have done, but to horror and trembling, though they say Crassus outdid himself in this calamity, for he passed through the ranks and cried out to them, “This, O my countrymen, is my own peculiar loss, but the fortune and the glory of Rome is safe and untainted so long as you are safe. But if any one be concerned for my loss of the best of sons, let him show it in revenging him upon the enemy. Take away their joy, revenge their cruelty, nor be dismayed at what is past; for whoever tries for great objects must suffer something. Neither did Lucullus overthrow Tigranes without bloodshed, nor Scipio Antiochus; our ancestors lost one thousand ships about Sicily, and how many generals and captains in Italy? no one of which losses hindered them from overthrowing their conquerors; for the State of Rome did not arrive to this height by fortune, but by perseverance and virtue in confronting danger.”
His situation was like this. When he had ordered his son to attack the enemy, he received word that they were retreating and that there was a distant pursuit. Noticing that the enemy was no longer pressing him as they had before, since many were moving to engage Publius, he began to feel a bit more hopeful. He moved his army to some sloping ground and awaited his son’s return from the pursuit. Of the messengers Publius sent to him (as soon as he recognized his danger), the first were intercepted and killed by the enemy, while the last managed to escape with great difficulty and reported that Publius was lost unless he received immediate reinforcements. Crassus was in turmoil, unsure of what to do and truly incapable of making a decision; he was overwhelmed by fear for the entire army and the urge to help his son. Finally, he decided to move his forces. Just then, the enemy arrived with shouts and noises that were more terrifying than before, their drums echoing in the ears of the Romans, who now feared a renewed battle. They brought Publius’s head on the tip of a spear, riding close enough for everyone to see, mockingly asking where his parents were and what family he belonged to, as it seemed impossible for such a brave warrior to be the son of such a coward as Crassus. This sight terrified the Romans more than anything else; instead of inciting anger, it filled them with horror and dread. They say Crassus distinguished himself in this disaster, moving through the ranks and calling out to them, “This, fellow countrymen, is my personal loss, but the fate and glory of Rome is safe and sound as long as you are unharmed. However, if anyone feels troubled by the loss of my dearest son, let them show it by taking vengeance on the enemy. Take away their joy, repay their cruelty, and do not be disheartened by what has happened; for those who strive for great goals must endure some pain. Neither did Lucullus defeat Tigranes without bloodshed, nor Scipio Antiochus; our ancestors lost a thousand ships while fighting near Sicily, and how many generals and leaders fell in Italy? None of these losses prevented them from defeating their conquerors; the Roman State did not reach this level through luck, but through perseverance and virtue in facing danger.”
While Crassus thus spoke exhorting them, he saw but few that gave much heed to him, and when he ordered them to shout for the battle, he could no longer mistake the despondency of his army, which made but a faint and unsteady noise, while the shout of the enemy was clear and bold. And when they came to the business, the Parthian servants and dependents riding about shot their arrows, and the horsemen in the foremost ranks with their spears drove the Romans close together, except those who rushed upon them for fear of being killed by their arrows. Neither did these do much execution, being quickly dispatched; for the strong thick spear made large and mortal wounds, and often run through two men at once. As they were thus fighting, the night coming on parted them, the Parthians boasting that they would indulge Crassus with one night to mourn his son, unless upon better consideration he would rather go to Arsaces, than be carried to him. These, therefore, took up their quarters near them, being flushed with their victory. But the Romans had a sad night of it; for neither taking care for the burial of their dead, nor the cure of the wounded, nor the groans of the expiring, everyone bewailed his own fate. For there was no means of escaping, whether they should stay for the light, or venture to retreat into the vast desert in the dark. And now the wounded men gave them new trouble, since to take them with them would retard their flight, and if they should leave them, they might serve as guides to the enemy by their cries. However, they were all desirous to see and hear Crassus, though they were sensible that he was the cause of all their mischief. But he wrapped his cloak around him, and hid himself, where he lay as an example, to ordinary minds, of the caprice of fortune, but to the wise, of inconsiderateness and ambition; who, not content to be superior to so many millions of men, being inferior to two, esteemed himself as the lowest of all. Then came Octavius, his lieutenant, and Cassius, to comfort him, but he being altogether past helping, they themselves called together the centurions and tribunes, and agreeing that the best way was to fly, they ordered the army out, without sound of trumpet, and at first with silence. But before long, when the disabled men found they were left behind, strange confusion and disorder, with an outcry and lamentation, seized the camp, and a trembling and dread presently fell upon them, as if the enemy were at their heels. By which means, now and then fuming out of their way, now and then standing to their ranks, sometimes taking up the wounded that followed, sometimes laying them down, they wasted the time, except three hundred horse, whom Egnatius brought safe to Carrhae about midnight; where calling, in the Roman tongue, to the watch, as soon as they heard him, he bade them tell Coponius, the governor, that Crassus had fought a very great battle with the Parthians; and having said but this, and not so much as telling his name, he rode away at full speed to Zeugma. And by this means he saved himself and his men, but lost his reputation by deserting his general. However, his message to Coponius was for the advantage of Crassus; for he, suspecting by this hasty and confused delivery of the message that all was not well, immediately ordered the garrison to be in arms, and as soon as he understood that Crassus was upon the way towards him, he went out to meet him, and received him with his army into the town.
While Crassus was speaking to encourage them, he saw that only a few were really listening, and when he told them to shout for battle, he could clearly see how defeated his army felt, as they made only a weak and shaky noise, while the enemy's shout was loud and confident. Once they engaged in combat, the Parthian servants and dependents rode around, shooting arrows, while the horsemen in the front lines used their spears to push the Romans tightly together, except for those who charged forward in fear of being hit by the arrows. Those attackers didn't do much damage either, as they were quickly taken down; the strong, thick spears caused deep and fatal wounds, often piercing through two men at once. As they fought on, night fell and separated the two sides, with the Parthians boasting that they would give Crassus one night to mourn his son, unless he preferred to go to Arsaces instead of being carried to him. So, they set up camp nearby, feeling proud of their victory. Meanwhile, the Romans had a terrible night; they didn’t tend to their dead, care for the wounded, or listen to the groans of those dying, each lamenting his own fate. They found no way to escape, whether to wait for daylight or risk retreating into the vast desert in the dark. The wounded men added to their troubles, as taking them along would slow their escape, and leaving them might let the enemy find them through their cries. Still, everyone wanted to see and hear Crassus, even though they knew he was the reason for their troubles. Yet, he wrapped his cloak around himself and hid, laying there as an example of the unpredictable nature of fortune to the ordinary folks, and of recklessness and ambition to the wise; those who, not satisfied with being superior to millions, felt like the lowest of all when facing just two. Then Octavius, his lieutenant, and Cassius came to comfort him, but he was beyond help. They called together the centurions and tribunes, agreeing that fleeing was the best option, and quietly ordered the army out, without a trumpet blast. But soon, when the wounded realized they were left behind, a strange panic and chaos took over the camp, and fear gripped them as if the enemy were right behind them. They wasted time, now and then moving out of the way, now and then lining up in ranks, sometimes picking up the wounded who followed, sometimes leaving them behind. Eventually, only three hundred cavalry, led by Egnatius, made it safely to Carrhae around midnight. When he called out in Roman to the guards, they told him to inform Coponius, the governor, that Crassus had fought a huge battle with the Parthians. After saying just that, without even giving his name, he rode away at full speed to Zeugma. In this way, he saved himself and his men but lost his reputation for abandoning his general. However, his message to Coponius benefited Crassus; sensing something was wrong from the hurried and confused message, Coponius immediately ordered the garrison to be ready for battle, and when he learned that Crassus was on his way, he went out to meet him and welcomed him and his army into the town.
The Parthians, although they perceived their dislodgement in the night, yet did not pursue them, but as soon as it was day, they came upon those that were left in the camp, and put no less than four thousand to the sword, and with their light; horse picked up a great many stragglers. Varguntinus, the lieutenant, while it was yet dark, had broken off from the main body with four cohorts which had strayed out of the way; and the Parthians, encompassing these on a small hill, slew every man of them excepting twenty, who with their drawn swords forced their way through the thickest, and they admiring their courage, opened their ranks to the right and left, and let them pass without molestation to Carrhae.
The Parthians, although they noticed the night-time retreat, didn't chase after them. But once morning came, they attacked those who had stayed behind in the camp, killing at least four thousand and capturing many stragglers with their light cavalry. Varguntinus, the lieutenant, had split off from the main group with four cohorts that had gotten lost while it was still dark. The Parthians surrounded these men on a small hill and killed every one of them except for twenty, who, with their swords drawn, fought their way through the crowd. Impressed by their bravery, the Parthians opened their ranks to the right and left, allowing them to pass through unharmed on their way to Carrhae.
Soon after a false report was brought to Surena, that Crassus, with his principal officers, had escaped, and that those who were got into Carrhae were but a confused rout of insignificant people, not worth further pursuit. Supposing, therefore, that he had lost the very crown and glory of his victory, and yet being uncertain whether it were so or not, and anxious to ascertain the fact, that so he should either stay and besiege Carrhae or follow Crassus, he sent one of his interpreters to the walls, commanding him in Latin to call for Crassus or Cassius, for that the general, Surena, desired a conference. As soon as Crassus heard this, he embraced the proposal, and soon after there came up a band of Arabians, who very well knew the faces of Crassus and Cassius, as having been frequently in the Roman camp before the battle. They having espied Cassius from the wall, told him that Surena desired a peace, and would give them safe convoy, if they would make a treaty with the king his master, and withdraw all their troops out of Mesopotamia; and this he thought most advisable for them both, before things came to the last extremity; Cassius, embracing the proposal, desired that a time and place might be appointed where Crassus and Surena might have an interview. The Arabians, having charged themselves with the message, went back to Surena, who wee not a little rejoiced that Crassus was there to be besieged.
Soon after a false report was brought to Surena, saying that Crassus and his key officers had escaped, and that those who had entered Carrhae were just a disorganized group of unimportant people not worth chasing down, he assumed he had lost the very crown and glory of his victory. However, uncertain whether it was true or not, and eager to find out, so he could either besiege Carrhae or pursue Crassus, he sent one of his interpreters to the walls, commanding him in Latin to call for Crassus or Cassius, as the general, Surena, wanted to discuss matters. As soon as Crassus heard this, he agreed to the proposal, and soon after, a group of Arabians arrived who were familiar with the faces of Crassus and Cassius, having seen them in the Roman camp before the battle. Spotting Cassius from the wall, they informed him that Surena wanted peace and would provide safe passage if they agreed to make a treaty with his king and withdraw all their troops from Mesopotamia. They believed this was the best option for both sides before things escalated further. Cassius, accepting the proposal, requested that a time and place be set for Crassus and Surena to meet. The Arabians took this message back to Surena, who was quite pleased that Crassus was there to be besieged.
Next day, therefore, he came up with his army, insulting over the Romans, and haughtily demanding of them Crassus and Cassius bound, if they expected any mercy. The Romans, seeing themselves deluded and mocked, were much troubled at it, but advising Crassus to lay aside his distant and empty hopes of aid from the Armenians, resolved to fly for it; and this design ought to have been kept private, till they were upon their way, and not have been told to any of the people of Carrhae. But Crassus let this also be known to Andromachus, the most faithless of men, nay he was so infatuated as to choose him for his guide. The Parthians then, to be sure, had punctual intelligence of all that passed; but it being contrary to their usage, and also difficult for them to fight by night, and Crassus having chosen that time to set out, Andromachus, lest he should get the start too far of his pursuers, led him hither and thither, and at last conveyed him into the midst of morasses and places full of ditches, so that the Romans had a troublesome and perplexing journey of it, and some there were who, supposing by these windings and turnings of Andromachus that no good was intended, resolved to follow him no further. And at last Cassius himself returned to Carrhae, and his guides, the Arabians, advising him to tarry there till the moon was got out of Scorpio, he told them that he was most afraid of Sagittarius, and so with five hundred horse went off to Syria. Others there were, who having got honest guides, took their way by the mountains called Sinnaca, and got into places of security by daybreak; these were five thousand under the command of Octavius, a very gallant man. But Crassus fared worse; day overtook him still deceived by Andromachus, and entangled in the fens and the difficult country. There were with him four cohorts of legionary soldiers, a very few horsemen, and five lictors, with whom having with great difficulty got into the way, and not being a mile and a half from Octavius, instead of going to join him, although the enemy were already upon him, he retreated to another hill, neither so defensible nor impassable for the horse, but lying under the hills of Sinnaca, and continued so as to join them in a long ridge through the plain. Octavius could see in what danger the general was, and himself, at first but slenderly followed, hurried to the rescue. Soon after, the rest, upbraiding one another with baseness in forsaking their officers, marched down, and falling upon the Parthians, drove them from the hill, and compassing Crassus about, and fencing him with their shields, declared proudly, that no arrow in Parthia should ever touch their general, so long as there was a man of them left alive to protect him.
The next day, he came up with his army, taunting the Romans and arrogantly demanding that they give up Crassus and Cassius if they wanted any mercy. The Romans, feeling deceived and mocked, were quite troubled by this. They advised Crassus to abandon his unrealistic hopes for help from the Armenians and decided to flee. This plan should have been kept secret until they were already on the move, and it shouldn’t have been shared with anyone in Carrhae. However, Crassus revealed this information to Andromachus, the most treacherous of men. He was so misguided that he chose him as his guide. The Parthians were well-informed about everything that was happening; however, since it was against their usual practice and also difficult for them to fight at night, and Crassus had picked that time to leave, Andromachus led him in circles to delay him, eventually guiding him into swamps and areas full of ditches. This made the Romans’ journey frustrating and confusing, and some, suspecting that Andromachus had bad intentions given the way he was leading them, decided not to follow him any further. Eventually, Cassius himself returned to Carrhae. His guides, the Arabians, suggested he stay there until the moon moved out of Scorpio, but he expressed his fear of Sagittarius and left for Syria with five hundred horsemen. Others who had honest guides took the route through the Sinnaca mountains and reached safety by daybreak; these were five thousand men under the command of Octavius, a very brave individual. Crassus, however, fared worse; he was caught by day, still misled by Andromachus, and trapped in marshy and difficult terrain. He had four cohorts of legionnaires, a few horsemen, and five lictors with him. After struggling to get on the path, and being less than a mile and a half from Octavius, instead of joining him even though the enemy was already approaching, he retreated to another hill that was neither defensible nor impassable for cavalry, lying below the Sinnaca hills, and aimed to connect with them along a long ridge through the plain. Octavius realized how dangerous the situation was for the general, and although his following was initially slight, he rushed to help. Soon after, the rest, blaming one another for abandoning their leaders, marched down, attacking the Parthians and driving them off the hill. They surrounded Crassus and shielded him, proudly declaring that no arrow in Parthia would ever strike their general as long as any of them was alive to protect him.
Surena, therefore, perceiving his soldiers less inclined to expose themselves, and knowing that if the Romans should prolong the battle till night, they might then gain the mountains and be out of his reach, betook himself to his usual craft. Some of the prisoners were set free, who had, as it was contrived, been in hearing, while some of the barbarians spoke of a set purpose in the camp to the effect that the king did not design the war to be pursued to extremity against the Romans, but rather desired, by his gentle treatment of Crassus, to make a step towards reconciliation. And the barbarians desisted from fighting, and Surena himself, with his chief officers, riding gently to the hill, unbent his bow and held out his hand, inviting Crassus to an agreement, and saying that it was beside the king’s intentions, that they had thus had experience of the courage and the strength of his soldiers; that now he desired no other contention but that of kindness and friendship, by making a truce, and permitting them to go away in safety. These words of Surena the rest received joyfully, and were eager to accept the offer; but Crassus, who had had sufficient experience of their perfidiousness, and was unable to see any reason for the sudden change, would give no ear to them, and only took time to consider. But the soldiers cried out and advised him to treat, and then went on to upbraid and affront him, saying that it was very unreasonable that he should bring them to fight with such men armed, whom himself, without their arms, durst not look in the face. He tried first to prevail with them by entreaties, and told them that if they would have patience till evening, they might get into the mountains and passes, inaccessible for horse, and be out of danger, and withal he pointed out the way with his hand, entreating them not to abandon their preservation, now close before them. But when they mutinied and clashed their targets in a threatening manner, he was overpowered and forced to go, and only turning about at parting, said, “You, Octavius and Petronius, and the rest of the officers who are present, see the necessity of going which I lie under, and cannot but be sensible of the indignities and violence offered to me. Tell all men when you have escaped, that Crassus perished rather by the subtlety of his enemies, than by the disobedience of his countrymen.”
Surena saw that his soldiers were less willing to put themselves in danger, and knowing that if the Romans kept fighting until night, they might reach the mountains and escape from him, decided to use his usual tactics. Some prisoners were released, and while they were listening, some of the barbarians talked about a supposed plan in the camp, claiming that the king didn’t intend to carry on a relentless war against the Romans, but instead wanted to pursue reconciliation by treating Crassus gently. The barbarians stopped fighting, and Surena, along with his top officers, rode up to a hill, unstrung his bow, and extended his hand to Crassus, inviting him to agree to a truce. He stated that it was not the king's intention to continue hostilities, having already seen the bravery and strength of Crassus's soldiers; he now sought only kindness and friendship by allowing them to make peace and leave safely. The others welcomed Surena’s words and were eager to accept the offer, but Crassus, having had enough experience with their treachery and unable to understand the sudden shift, refused to listen and instead took some time to think. However, the soldiers shouted and urged him to negotiate, then insulted him, saying it was unreasonable for him to make them fight against armed men when he wouldn’t dare face them himself if they were unarmed. He first tried to persuade them with pleas, telling them that if they could be patient until evening, they could take the paths into the mountains that were inaccessible to horses and be out of danger. He pointed out the route with his hand, asking them not to give up their safety, which was so close. But when they grew restless and clashed their shields menacingly, he found himself overwhelmed and forced to leave. As he turned to part, he said, “You, Octavius and Petronius, and the other officers present, understand the necessity I am under and cannot be unaware of the insults and violence I have faced. Tell everyone when you escape that Crassus was brought down more by the cunning of his enemies than by the disobedience of his own countrymen.”
Octavius, however, would not stay there, but with Petronius went down from the hill; as for the lictors, Crassus bade them be gone. The first that met him were two half-blood Greeks, who, leaping from their horses, made a profound reverence to Crassus, and desired him, in Greek, to send some before him, who might see that Surena himself was coming towards them, his retinue disarmed, and not having so much as their wearing swords along with them. But Crassus answered, that if he had the least concern for his life, he would never have entrusted himself in their hands, but sent two brothers of the name of Roscius, to inquire on what terms, and in what numbers they should meet. These Surena ordered immediately to be seized, and himself with his principal officers came up on horseback, and greetings him, said, “How is this, then? A Roman commander is on foot, whilst I and my train are mounted.” But Crassus replied, that there was no error committed on either side, for they both met according to the custom of their own country. Surena told him that from that time there was a league between the king his master and the Romans, but that Crassus must go with him to the river to sign it, “for you Romans,” said he, “have not good memories for conditions,” and so saying, reached out his hand to him. Crassus, therefore, gave order that one of his horses should be brought; but Surena told him there was no need, “the king, my master, presents you with this;” and immediately a horse with a golden bit was brought up to him, and himself was forcibly put into the saddle by the grooms, who ran by the side and struck the horse to make the more haste. But Octavius running up, got hold of the bridle, and soon after one of the officers, Petronius, and the rest of the company came up, striving to stop the horse, and pulling back those who on both sides of him forced Crassus forward. Thus from pulling and thrusting one another, they came to a tumult, and soon after to blows. Octavius, drawing his sword, killed a groom of one of the barbarians, and one of them, getting behind Octavius, killed him. Petronius was not armed, but being struck on the breastplate, fell down from his horse, though without hurt. Crassus was killed by a Parthian, called Pomaxathres; others say, by a different man, and that Pomaxathres only cut off his head and right hand after he had fallen. But this is conjecture rather than certain knowledge, for those that were by had not leisure to observe particulars, and were either killed fighting about Crassus, or ran off at once to get to their comrades on the hill. But the Parthians coming up to them, and saying that Crassus had the punishment he justly deserved, and that Surena bade the rest come down from the hill without fear, some of them came down and surrendered themselves, others were scattered up and down in the night, a very few of whom got safe home, and others the Arabians, beating through the country, hunted down and put to death. It is generally said, that in all twenty thousand men were slain, and ten thousand taken prisoners.
Octavius, however, wouldn't stay there. He and Petronius went down from the hill, while Crassus told the lictors to leave. The first ones to meet him were two mixed-blood Greeks who jumped off their horses, deeply bowing to Crassus, and asked him in Greek to send someone ahead to confirm that Surena was coming toward them, with his men disarmed and without even their swords. Crassus replied that if he cared even slightly for his life, he would never put himself in their hands, but instead sent two brothers named Roscius to check on the terms and numbers for their meeting. Surena ordered those two to be seized immediately and rode up on horseback with his main officers. Greeting Crassus, he said, “What’s this? A Roman commander is on foot while I and my men are mounted.” Crassus answered that there was no mistake on either side since they had both met according to their own customs. Surena told him that from that moment, there was a pact between his king and the Romans, but Crassus needed to go with him to the river to sign it, saying, “You Romans don’t have great memories for agreements,” and extended his hand. Crassus then ordered one of his horses to be brought, but Surena said it wasn’t necessary, adding, “My king presents you with this,” and a horse with a golden bit was immediately brought up to him. He was forcibly helped into the saddle by the grooms, who ran alongside and whipped the horse to hurry it along. Octavius rushed over, grabbed the bridle, and soon after, one of the officers, Petronius, and the rest of the group showed up, trying to stop the horse and pulling back those on either side pushing Crassus forward. This pulling and shoving turned into chaos and soon escalated to blows. Octavius drew his sword and killed one of the barbarian grooms, and another man, getting behind Octavius, killed him. Petronius wasn’t armed, but when he was hit on his breastplate, he fell from his horse, though he wasn’t hurt. Crassus was killed by a Parthian named Pomaxathres; others claim it was someone else, and that Pomaxathres only cut off his head and right hand after he had fallen. But this seems more like speculation than confirmed fact, as those nearby had no time to notice the details and either died fighting for Crassus or ran off to regroup with their comrades on the hill. The Parthians approached, saying that Crassus got the punishment he deserved, and that Surena told the rest to come down from the hill without fear. Some came down and surrendered, while others scattered in the night, with only a few making it back home and others being hunted down and killed by the Arabians roaming the countryside. It’s generally said that in total, twenty thousand men were killed and ten thousand captured.
Surena sent the head and hand of Crassus to Hyrodes, the king, into Armenia, but himself by his messengers scattering a report that he was bringing Crassus alive to Seleucia, made a ridiculous procession, which by way of scorn, he called a triumph. For one Caius Paccianus, who of all the prisoners was most like Crassus, being put into a woman’s dress of the fashion of the barbarians, and instructed to answer to the title of Crassus and Imperator, was brought sitting upon his horse, while before him went a parcel of trumpeters and lictors upon camels. Purses were hung at the end of the bundles of rods, and the heads of the slain fresh bleeding at the end of their axes. After them followed the Seleucian singing women, repeating scurrilous and abusive songs upon the effeminacy and cowardliness of Crassus. This show was seen by everybody; but Surena, calling together the senate of Seleucia, laid before them certain wanton books, of the writings of Aristides, the Milesian; neither, indeed, was this any forgery, for they had been found among the baggage of Rustius, and were a good subject to supply Surena with insulting remarks upon the Romans, who were not able even in the time of war to forget such writings and practices. But the people of Seleucia had reason to commend the wisdom of Aesop’s fable of the wallet, seeing their general Surena carrying a bag full of loose Milesian stories before him, but keeping behind him a whole Parthian Sybaris in his many wagons full of concubines; like the vipers and asps people talk of, all the foremost and more visible parts fierce and terrible with spears and arrows and horsemen, but the rear terminating in loose women and castanets, music of the lute, and midnight revellings. Rustius, indeed, is not to be excused, but the Parthians had forgot, when they mocked at the Milesian stories, that many of the royal line of their Arsacidae had been born of Milesian and Ionian mistresses.
Surena sent Crassus's head and hand to Hyrodes, the king, in Armenia, but he himself spread word through his messengers that he was bringing Crassus alive to Seleucia, staging a ridiculous procession that he mockingly called a triumph. A man named Caius Paccianus, who resembled Crassus the most among the prisoners, was dressed in a woman's outfit styled like the barbarians and instructed to respond to the name of Crassus and Imperator. He was paraded on his horse, accompanied by a group of trumpeters and lictors on camels. Purses hung from the ends of bundles of rods, and the freshly severed heads of the slain were displayed at the ends of their axes. Following this procession were the Seleucian singing women, belting out crude and insulting songs about Crassus’s supposed femininity and cowardice. This spectacle was witnessed by everyone; however, Surena gathered the senate of Seleucia and presented them with some scandalous writings by Aristides, the Milesian. These were not forgeries, as they had been found among Rustius's baggage, providing Surena with ample material to insult the Romans, who couldn’t even forget such writings and practices during wartime. The people of Seleucia had reason to recall Aesop’s fable about the wallet, seeing their general Surena carrying a bag full of frivolous Milesian tales while behind him he had a whole Parthian Sybaris in numerous wagons filled with concubines; much like the vipers and asps people talk about, the front was fierce and terrifying with spears, arrows, and horsemen, but the rear was all about loose women, castanets, lute music, and midnight festivities. Rustius certainly deserves criticism, but the Parthians overlooked the fact that many from their royal Arsacidae lineage had been born from Milesian and Ionian mistresses.
Whilst these things were doing, Hyrodes had struck up a peace with the king of Armenia, and made a match between his son Pacorus and the king of Armenia’s sister. Their feastings and entertainments in consequence were very sumptuous, and various Grecian compositions, suitable to the occasion, were recited before them. For Hyrodes was not ignorant of the Greek language and literature, and Artavasdes was so expert in it, that he wrote tragedies and orations and histories, some of which are still extant. When the head of Crassus was brought to the door, the tables were just taken away, and one Jason, a tragic actor, of the town of Tralles, was singing the scene in the Bacchae of Euripides concerning Agave. He was receiving much applause, when Sillaces coming to the room, and having made obeisance to the king, threw down the head of Crassus into the midst of the company. The Parthians receiving it with joy and acclamations, Sillaces, by the king’s command, was made to sit down, while Jason handed over the costume of Pentheus to one of the dancers in the chorus, and taking up the head of Crassus, and acting the part of a bacchante in her frenzy, in a rapturous impassioned manner, sang the lyric passages,
While these events unfolded, Hyrodes had negotiated a peace with the king of Armenia and arranged a marriage between his son Pacorus and the king of Armenia’s sister. Their celebrations were lavish, featuring various Greek performances appropriate for the occasion. Hyrodes was knowledgeable about the Greek language and literature, and Artavasdes was so skilled in it that he wrote tragedies, speeches, and histories, some of which still survive today. Just as the tables were being cleared, the head of Crassus was brought to the door, and a tragic actor named Jason from the town of Tralles was performing a scene from Euripides' Bacchae about Agave. He was receiving a lot of applause when Sillaces entered the room, bowed to the king, and threw Crassus's head into the midst of the gathering. The Parthians welcomed it with cheers, and Sillaces, at the king’s command, took a seat while Jason passed the costume of Pentheus to one of the dancers in the chorus. Then, picking up Crassus's head and acting like a bacchante in a frenzy, he performed the lyrical passages with great passion.
We’ve hunted down a mighty chase to-day,
And from the mountain bring the noble prey;
We’ve tracked down an impressive hunt today,
And from the mountain, we bring the noble game;
to the great delight of all the company; but when the verses of the dialogue followed,
to the great delight of everyone present; but when the lines of the dialogue followed,
What happy hand the glorious victim slew?
I claim that honor to my courage due;
What joyful hand did the glorious victim strike down?
I take that honor for my bravery.
Pomaxathres, who happened to be there at the supper, started up and would have got the head into his own hands, “for it is my due,” said he, “and no man’s else.” The king was greatly pleased, and gave presents, according to the custom of the Parthians, to them, and to Jason, the actor, a talent. Such was the burlesque that was played, they tell us, as the afterpiece to the tragedy of Crassus’s expedition. But divine justice failed not to punish both Hyrodes, for his cruelty, and Surena for his perjury; for Surena not long after was put to death by Hyrodes, out of mere envy to his glory; and Hyrodes himself, having lost his son Pacorus, who was beaten in a battle with the Romans, falling into a disease which turned to a dropsy, had aconite given him by his second son, Phraates; but the poison working only upon the disease, and carrying away the dropsical matter with itself, the king began suddenly to recover, so that Phraates at length was forced to take the shortest course, and strangled him.
Pomaxathres, who happened to be at the dinner, jumped up and insisted on taking the head for himself, saying, “It’s rightfully mine, and no one else’s.” The king was very pleased and gave out gifts, as was customary for the Parthians, including a talent to Jason, the actor. This was the farce they say followed the tragedy of Crassus’s campaign. However, divine justice didn’t fail to punish both Hyrodes for his cruelty and Surena for his betrayal; soon after, Hyrodes executed Surena simply out of jealousy for his fame. Hyrodes himself, having lost his son Pacorus, who was defeated in a battle against the Romans, fell ill with a disease that turned into dropsy. His second son, Phraates, gave him aconite, but the poison only acted on the disease and removed the dropsical fluid. As a result, the king began to recover unexpectedly, forcing Phraates to take drastic measures and strangle him.
COMPARISON OF CRASSUS WITH NICIAS
In the comparison of these two, first, if we compare the estate of Nicias with that of Crassus, we must acknowledge Nicias’s to have been more honestly got. In itself, indeed, one cannot much approve of gaining riches by working mines, the greatest part of which is done by malefactors and barbarians, some of them, too, bound, and perishing in those close and unwholesome places. But if we compare this with the sequestrations of Sylla, and the contracts for houses ruined by fire, we shall then think Nicias came very honestly by his money. For Crassus publicly and avowedly made use of these arts, as other men do of husbandry, and putting out money to interest; while as for other matters which he used to deny, when taxed with them, as, namely, selling his voice in the senate for gain’s sake, and injuring allies, and courting women, and conniving at criminals, these are things which Nicias was never so much as falsely accused of; nay, he was rather laughed at for giving money to those who made a trade of impeachments, merely out of timorousness, a course, indeed, that would by no means become Pericles and Aristides, but necessary for him who by nature was wanting in assurance, even as Lycurgus, the orator, frankly acknowledged to the people; for when he was accused for buying off an evidence, he said that he was very much pleased that having administered their affairs for some time, he was at last accused, rather for giving, than receiving. Again, Nicias, in his expenses, was of a more public spirit than Crassus, priding himself much on the dedication of gifts in temples, on presiding at gymnastic games, and furnishing choruses for the plays, and adorning processions, while the expenses of Crassus, in feasting and afterwards providing food for so many myriads of people, were much greater than all that Nicias possessed as well as spent, put together. So that one might wonder at anyone’s failing to see that vice is a certain inconsistency and incongruity of habit, after such an example of money dishonorably obtained, and wastefully lavished away.
In comparing Nicias's wealth with that of Crassus, we have to admit that Nicias acquired his riches more honestly. While working in the mines doesn't usually seem like a good way to make money, especially since most of it relies on criminals and outsiders, some of whom are forced to work and suffer in those cramped and unhealthy conditions. But when you look at how Sylla seized property and how Crassus profited from burned-down houses, you might think Nicias's wealth is quite honorable. Crassus openly used unscrupulous means, just as others would rely on farming or lending money. He also denied engaging in other questionable behaviors, like selling his votes in the Senate for profit, harming his allies, pursuing women, and turning a blind eye to criminals—none of which Nicias was ever falsely accused of. In fact, Nicias was even mocked for his habit of giving money to those who made a living off of impeachment cases, purely out of fear, which was not an approach one would expect from someone like Pericles or Aristides but was necessary for someone who lacked confidence, as Lycurgus, the orator, noted when he was accused of bribing a witness. He expressed happiness that, after managing the people's affairs for a while, his accusation was about giving rather than receiving. Furthermore, Nicias had a more public-spirited approach to his spending than Crassus, taking pride in generously donating to temples, presiding over athletic competitions, sponsoring theatrical performances, and enhancing processions. In contrast, Crassus's expenses for lavish banquets and feeding thousands far exceeded everything that Nicias possessed and spent combined. It’s surprising that one can overlook the inconsistency and absurdity of vice, especially in light of such a clear example of money that was dishonestly obtained and wastefully squandered.
Let so much be said of their estates; as for their management of public affairs, I see not that any dishonesty, injustice, or arbitrary action can be objected to Nicias, who was rather the victim of Alcibiades’s tricks, and was always careful and scrupulous in his dealings with the people. But Crassus is very generally blamed for his changeableness in his friendships and enmities, for his unfaithfulness, and his mean and underhand proceedings; since he himself could not deny that to compass the consulship, he hired men to lay violent hands upon Domitius and Cato. Then at the assembly held for assigning the provinces, many were wounded and four actually killed, and he himself, which I had omitted in the narrative of his life, struck with his fist one Lucius Analius, a senator, for contradicting him, so that he left the place bleeding. But as Crassus was to be blamed for his violent and arbitrary courses, so is Nicias no less to be blamed for his timorousness and meanness of spirit, which made him submit and give in to the basest people, whereas in this respect Crassus showed himself lofty spirited and magnanimous, who having to do not with such as Cleon or Hyperbolus, but with the splendid acts of Caesar and the three triumphs of Pompey, would not stoop, but bravely bore up against their joint interests, and in obtaining the office of censor, surpassed even Pompey himself For a statesman ought not to regard how invidious the thing is, but how noble, and by his greatness to overpower envy; but if he will be always aiming at security and quiet, and dread Alcibiades upon the hustings, and the Lacedaemonians at Pylos, and Perdiccas in Thrace, there is room and opportunity enough for retirement, and he may sit out of the noise of business, and weave himself, as one of the sophists says, his triumphal garland of inactivity. His desire of peace, indeed, and of finishing the war, was a divine and truly Grecian ambition, nor in this respect would Crassus deserve to be compared to him, though he had enlarged the Roman empire to the Caspian Sea or the Indian Ocean.
Let’s talk about their estates; as for how they managed public affairs, I don’t see any dishonesty, injustice, or arbitrary actions that can be blamed on Nicias, who was rather a victim of Alcibiades’s schemes and was always careful and ethical in his dealings with the people. However, Crassus is widely criticized for being fickle in his friendships and enemies, for his betrayal, and for his shady actions; he couldn’t deny that to win the consulship, he hired men to violently attack Domitius and Cato. During the assembly meant to assign provinces, many were injured and four were actually killed, and he himself, which I neglected to mention in his life story, attacked a senator named Lucius Analius for disagreeing with him, leaving him bleeding. While Crassus deserves criticism for his violent and arbitrary behavior, Nicias is equally to blame for his cowardice and lack of spirit, which made him submit to the lowest people. In contrast, Crassus demonstrated a noble spirit, as he faced not characters like Cleon or Hyperbolus, but the remarkable achievements of Caesar and the three triumphs of Pompey, and he refused to back down, bravely standing up to their combined interests. In securing the position of censor, he even outshone Pompey. A statesman should not worry about how envious the situation is, but rather how noble it is, and he should rise above envy with his greatness. If he always aims for safety and quiet, fearing Alcibiades during elections, and the Spartans at Pylos, and Perdiccas in Thrace, there’s plenty of space and opportunity for retreat, where he can sit away from the noise of politics and weave himself, as one of the sophists says, a triumphal garland of inactivity. His desire for peace and to end the war was indeed a divine and truly Greek ambition, and in this regard, Crassus shouldn’t be compared to him, even if he expanded the Roman Empire to the Caspian Sea or the Indian Ocean.
In a State where there is a sense of virtue, a powerful man ought not to give way to the ill-affected, or expose the government to those that are incapable of it, nor suffer high trusts to be committed to those who want common honesty. Yet Nicias, by his connivance, raised Cleon, a fellow remarkable for nothing but his loud voice and brazen face, to the command of an army. Indeed, I do not commend Crassus, who in the war with Spartacus was more forward to fight than became a discreet general, though he was urged into it by a point of honor, lest Pompey by his coming should rob him of the glory of the action, as Mummius did Metellus at the taking of Corinth, but Nicias’s proceedings are inexcusable. For he did not yield up a mere opportunity of getting honor and advantage to his competitor, but believing that the expedition would be very hazardous, was thankful to take care of himself, and left the Commonwealth to shift for itself. And whereas Themistocles, lest a mean and incapable fellow should ruin the State by holding command in the Persian war, bought him off, and Cato, in a most dangerous and critical conjuncture, stood for the tribuneship for the sake of his country, Nicias, reserving himself for trifling expeditions against Minoa and Cythera, and the miserable Melians, if there be occasion to come to blows with the Lacedaemonians, slips off his general’s cloak and hands over to the unskillfulness and rashness of Cleon, fleet, men, and arms, and the whole command, where the utmost possible skill was called for. Such conduct, I say, is not to be thought so much carelessness of his own fame, as of the interest and preservation of his country. By this means it came to pass he was compelled to the Sicilian war, men generally believing that he was not so much honestly convinced of the difficulty of the enterprise, as ready out of mere love of ease and cowardice to lose the city the conquest of Sicily. But yet it is a great sign of his integrity, that though he was always averse from war, and unwilling to command, yet they always continued to appoint him as the best experienced and ablest general they had. On the other hand Crassus, though always ambitious of command, never attained to it, except by mere necessity in the servile war, Pompey and Metellus and the two brothers Lucullus being absent, although at that time he was at his highest pitch of interest and reputation. Even those who thought most of him seem to have thought him, as the comic poet says:
In a state where virtue is valued, a powerful person shouldn’t give in to negative influences, expose the government to those unfit for it, or hand over significant responsibilities to those lacking basic honesty. Yet Nicias, by allowing it, promoted Cleon, a man known for nothing except his loud voice and arrogant demeanor, to lead an army. Honestly, I can’t praise Crassus, who was quicker to fight than a wise general should be during the war with Spartacus, even though he was pushed by a sense of honor, fearing Pompey would take the glory of the action away from him, like Mummius did to Metellus when Corinth was taken. However, Nicias's actions are unforgivable. He didn’t just give up a chance for honor and advantage to his rival; believing the expedition would be very risky, he prioritized his own safety and left the Commonwealth to fend for itself. While Themistocles, to prevent an unworthy and incompetent person from ruining the state during the Persian war, paid him off, and Cato, at a particularly dangerous and critical time, ran for the tribuneship for his country’s sake, Nicias, opting instead for insignificant missions against Minoa, Cythera, and the unfortunate Melians, when faced with potential conflict with the Lacedaemonians, shrugged off his general’s duties and handed over the fleet, men, arms, and total command to the inexperience and recklessness of Cleon—when utmost skill was necessary. Such behavior, I argue, reveals more carelessness for his own reputation than for the interest and safety of his country. This led him into the Sicilian war, with people generally believing he wasn’t genuinely aware of the difficulty of the undertaking but was instead simply eager to avoid discomfort and cowardly willing to risk losing the city by failing to capture Sicily. Still, it’s a significant testament to his integrity that even though he consistently shunned war and was reluctant to lead, he was always chosen as the most experienced and capable general they had. Conversely, Crassus, despite always seeking command, only achieved it out of necessity during the servile war, while Pompey, Metellus, and the two Lucullus brothers were absent, even though he was at the peak of his influence and reputation then. Even those who thought highly of him seem to have regarded him as the comic poet remarked:
A brave man anywhere but in the field.
A brave man anywhere except in the battlefield.
There was no help, however, for the Romans, against his passion for command and for distinction. The Athenians sent out Nicias against his will to the war, and Crassus led out the Romans against theirs; Crassus brought misfortune on Rome, as Athens brought it on Nicias.
There was no help, however, for the Romans, against his desire for control and for recognition. The Athenians sent Nicias to war against his will, and Crassus led the Romans against their own wishes; Crassus brought disaster to Rome, just as Athens brought it to Nicias.
Still this is rather ground for praising Nicias, than for finding fault with Crassus. His experience and sound judgment as a general saved him from being carried away by the delusive hopes of his fellow-citizens, and made him refuse to entertain any prospect of conquering Sicily. Crassus, on the other hand, mistook, in entering on a Parthian war as an easy matter. He was eager, while Caesar was subduing the west, Gaul, Germany, and Britain, to advance for his part to the east and the Indian Sea, by the conquest of Asia, to complete the incursions of Pompey and the attempts of Lucullus, men of prudent temper and of unimpeachable worth, who, nevertheless, entertained the same projects as Crassus, and acted under the same convictions. When Pompey was appointed to the like command, the senate was opposed to it; and after Caesar had routed three hundred thousand Germans, Cato recommended that he should be surrendered to the defeated enemy, to expiate in his own person the guilt of breach of faith. The people, meantime, (their service to Cato!) kept holiday for fifteen days, and were overjoyed. What would have been their feelings, and how many holidays would they have celebrated, if Crassus had sent news from Babylon of victory, and thence marching onward had converted Media and Persia, the Hyrcanians, Susa, and Bactra, into Roman provinces?
Still, this is more of a reason to praise Nicias than to criticize Crassus. His experience and good judgment as a general kept him from getting swept up in the unrealistic hopes of his fellow citizens, and he refused to consider the possibility of conquering Sicily. Crassus, on the other hand, misjudged the situation by thinking that a war in Parthia would be simple. While Caesar was conquering the west—Gaul, Germany, and Britain—Crassus was eager to turn eastward and take the Indian Sea by conquering Asia, aiming to complete the campaigns of Pompey and Lucullus, who were reasonable men of undeniable integrity but had similar ambitions as Crassus and shared the same beliefs. When Pompey was given a similar command, the senate was against it; and after Caesar defeated three hundred thousand Germans, Cato suggested that he should be handed over to the defeated enemy to atone for the breach of faith. Meanwhile, the people—thanks to Cato—celebrated a holiday for fifteen days and were thrilled. How do you think they would have felt, and how many holidays would they have celebrated, if Crassus had sent news of victory from Babylon and then marched on to make Media and Persia, Hyrcania, Susa, and Bactra Roman provinces?
If wrong we must do, as Euripides says, and cannot be content with peace and present good things, let it not be for such results as destroying Mende or Scandea, or beating up the exiled Aeginetans in the coverts to which like hunted birds they had fled, when expelled from their homes, but let it be for some really great remuneration; nor let us part with justice, like a cheap and common thing, for a small and trifling price. Those who praise Alexander’s enterprise and blame that of Crassus, judge of the beginning unfairly by the results.
If we have to do wrong, as Euripides says, and can’t just be satisfied with peace and the good things we have now, let it not be for outcomes like destroying Mende or Scandea, or attacking the exiled Aeginetans who, like hunted birds, fled to hiding places after being kicked out of their homes. Instead, let it be for something truly significant; and let us not give up justice, like it's some cheap and common item, just for a small and insignificant price. Those who praise Alexander’s actions while criticizing Crassus's are judging the start unfairly based on the results.
In actual service, Nicias did much that deserves high praise. He frequently defeated the enemy in battle, and was on the very point of capturing Syracuse; nor should he bear the whole blame of the disaster, which may fairly be ascribed in part to his want of health and to the jealousy entertained of him at home. Crassus, on the other hand, committed so many errors as not to leave fortune room to show him favor. It is no surprise to find such imbecility fall a victim to the power of Parthia; the only wonder is to see it prevailing over the wonted good-fortune of Rome. One scrupulously observed, the other entirely slighted the arts of divination; and as both equally perished, it is difficult to see what inference we should draw. Yet the fault of over-caution, supported by old and general opinion, better deserves forgiveness than that of self-willed and lawless transgression.
In actual service, Nicias did a lot that deserves high praise. He often defeated the enemy in battle and was very close to capturing Syracuse; he shouldn't bear all the blame for the disaster, which can reasonably be attributed in part to his poor health and the jealousy he faced at home. Crassus, on the other hand, made so many mistakes that he left no room for fortune to favor him. It’s no surprise that such foolishness fell victim to the power of Parthia; the only amazement is seeing it overcome Rome's usual good fortune. One carefully observed the arts of divination, while the other completely ignored them; and since both ended up failing, it's hard to determine what conclusion we should reach. However, the fault of being overly cautious, supported by longstanding general opinion, is more forgivable than that of reckless and lawless offense.
In his death, however, Crassus has the advantage, as he did not surrender himself, nor submit to bondage, or let himself be taken in by trickery, but was the victim only of the entreaties of his friends and the perfidy of his enemies; whereas Nicias enhanced the shame of his death by yielding himself up in the hope of a disgraceful and inglorious escape.
In his death, however, Crassus has the upper hand, as he didn’t give himself up, nor submit to servitude, or let himself be fooled, but was only a victim of the pleas of his friends and the betrayal of his enemies; whereas Nicias added to the shame of his death by surrendering himself in the hope of a dishonorable and unremarkable escape.
SERTORIUS
It is no great wonder if in long process of time, while fortune takes her course hither and thither, numerous coincidences should spontaneously occur. If the number and variety of subjects to be wrought upon be infinite, it is all the more easy for fortune, with such an abundance of material, to effect this similarity of results. Or if, on the other hand, events are limited to the combinations of some finite number, then of necessity the same must often recur, and in the same sequence. There are people who take a pleasure in making collections of all such fortuitous occurrences that they have heard or read of, as look like works of a rational power and design; they observe, for example, that two eminent persons, whose names were Attis, the one a Syrian, the other of Arcadia, were both slain by a wild boar; that of two whose names were Actaeon, the one was torn in pieces by his dogs, the other by his lovers; that of two famous Scipios, the one overthrew the Carthaginians in war, the other totally ruined and destroyed them; the city of Troy was the first time taken by Hercules for the horses promised him by Laomedon, the second time by Agamemnon, by means of the celebrated great wooden horse, and the third time by Charidemus, by occasion of a horse falling down at the gate, which hindered the Trojans, so that they could not shut them soon enough; and of two cities which take their names from the most agreeable odoriferous plants, Ios and Smyrna, the one from a violet, the other from myrrh, the poet Homer is reported to have been born in the one, and to have died in the other. And so to these instances let us further add, that the most warlike commanders, and most remarkable for exploits of skillful stratagem, have had but one eye; as Philip, Antigonus, Hannibal, and Sertorius, whose life and actions we describe at present; of whom, indeed, we might truly say, that he was more continent than Philip, more faithful to his friend than Antigonus, and more merciful to his enemies than Hannibal; and that for prudence and judgment he gave place to none of them, but in fortune was inferior to them all. Yet though he had continually in her a far more difficult adversary to contend against than his open enemies, he nevertheless maintained his ground, with the military skill of Metellus, the boldness of Pompey, the success of Sylla, and the power of the Roman people, all to be encountered by one who was a banished man and a stranger at the head of a body of barbarians. Among Greek commanders, Eumenes of Cardia may be best compared with him; they were both of them men born for command, for warfare, and for stratagem; both banished from their countries, and holding command over strangers; both had fortune for their adversary, in their last days so harshly so, that they were both betrayed and murdered by those who served them, and with whom they had formerly overcome their enemies.
It’s not surprising that over a long period, as fortune moves around, a lot of coincidences can happen. With an infinite number of subjects to work with, it’s easier for fortune, with all that material, to create similar outcomes. Conversely, if events are limited to a finite number of combinations, then the same things must often happen again in the same order. Some people enjoy collecting stories of these chance occurrences that seem to be products of rational design; for example, two prominent figures named Attis—one from Syria and the other from Arcadia—were both killed by a wild boar. Similarly, two individuals named Actaeon faced different fates: one was torn apart by his dogs, while the other was killed by his lovers. Of the two famous Scipios, one defeated the Carthaginians in battle, while the other completely destroyed them. The city of Troy was first captured by Hercules, who wanted the horses promised to him by Laomedon, then again by Agamemnon using the famous wooden horse, and lastly by Charidemus when a horse fell at the gate, preventing the Trojans from closing it in time. As for two cities named after pleasing aromatic plants, Ios and Smyrna—one after a violet and the other after myrrh—it's said that the poet Homer was born in one and died in the other. Furthermore, we can add that some of the most formidable military leaders, known for their clever tactics, had only one eye, like Philip, Antigonus, Hannibal, and Sertorius, whose life and deeds we are discussing now. Indeed, it could be said that he was more self-controlled than Philip, more loyal to his friends than Antigonus, and more merciful to his enemies than Hannibal. In terms of wisdom and judgment, he matched them, but he was less fortunate than all of them. Yet even though he faced a much tougher opponent in fortune than his open enemies, he still held his ground, demonstrating the military skill of Metellus, the boldness of Pompey, the success of Sulla, and the power of the Roman people—all while leading a group of barbarians as a banished man and outsider. Among Greek commanders, Eumenes of Cardia is the closest comparison; both were born leaders, skilled in warfare and strategy, both exiled from their homelands while commanding foreigners, and both faced harsh fortune in their final days, ultimately being betrayed and killed by those they once defeated alongside.
Quintus Sertorius was of a noble family, born in the city of Nursia, in the country of the Sabines; his father died when he was young, and he was carefully and decently educated by his mother, whose name was Rhea, and whom he appears to have extremely loved and honored. He paid some attention to the study of oratory and pleading in his youth, and acquired some reputation and influence in Rome by his eloquence; but the splendor of his actions in arms, and his successful achievements in the wars, drew off his ambition in that direction.
Quintus Sertorius came from a noble family and was born in the city of Nursia in the Sabine region. His father passed away when he was young, and his mother, Rhea, raised him with care and dignity. He seemed to deeply love and respect her. In his youth, he focused on studying oratory and legal pleading, gaining some recognition and influence in Rome due to his eloquence. However, the brilliance of his military deeds and accomplishments in warfare shifted his ambitions in that direction.
At his first beginning, he served under Caepio, when the Cimbri and Teutones invaded Gaul; where the Romans fighting unsuccessfully, and being put to flight, he was wounded in many parts of his body, and lost his horse, yet, nevertheless, swam across the river Rhone in his armor, with his breastplate and shield, bearing himself up against the violence of the current; so strong and so well inured to hardship was his body.
At the start of his career, he served under Caepio when the Cimbri and Teutones invaded Gaul. The Romans fought unsuccessfully and were forced to retreat. He was wounded in multiple places and lost his horse, yet he still managed to swim across the Rhône River in his armor, with his breastplate and shield, fighting against the force of the current; his body was so strong and so accustomed to hardship.
The second time that the Cimbri and Teutones came down with some hundreds of thousands, threatening death and destruction to all, when it was no small piece of service for a Roman soldier to keep his ranks and obey his commander, Sertorius undertook, while Marius led the army, to spy out the enemy’s camp. Procuring a Celtic dress, and acquainting himself with the ordinary expressions of their language requisite for common intercourse, he threw himself in amongst the barbarians; where having carefully seen with his own eyes, or having been fully informed by persons upon the place of all their most important concerns, he returned to Marius, from whose hands he received the rewards of valor; and afterwards giving frequent proofs both of conduct and courage in all the following war, he was advanced to places of honor and trust under his general. After the wars with the Cimbri and Teutones, he was sent into Spain, having the command of a thousand men under Didius, the Roman general, and wintered in the country of the Celtiberians, in the city of Castulo, where the soldiers enjoying great plenty, and growing insolent, and continually drinking, the inhabitants despised them and sent for aid by night to the Gyrisoenians, their near neighbors, who fell upon the Romans in their lodgings and slew a great number of them. Sertorius, with a few of his soldiers, made his way out, and rallying together the rest who escaped, he marched round about the walls, and finding the gate open, by which the Gyrisoenians had made their secret entrance, he gave not them the same opportunity, but placing a guard at the gate, and seizing upon all quarters of the city, he slew all who were of age to bear arms, and then ordering his soldiers to lay aside their weapons and put off their own clothes, and put on the accoutrements of the barbarians, he commanded them to follow him to the city, from whence the men came who had made this night attack upon the Romans. And thus deceiving the Gyrisoenians with the sight of their own armor, he found the gates of their city open, and took a great number prisoners, who came out thinking to meet their friends and fellow-citizens come home from a successful expedition. Most of them were thus slain by the Romans at their own gates, and the rest within yielded up themselves and were sold for slaves.
The second time the Cimbri and Teutones invaded with hundreds of thousands, threatening death and destruction to everyone, it was a significant challenge for a Roman soldier to maintain his formation and follow his leader. Sertorius took it upon himself, while Marius led the army, to scout the enemy's camp. He got a Celtic outfit and learned the basic phrases of their language to communicate. He mingled with the barbarians, carefully observing their crucial activities himself or getting complete information from locals. After gathering all the important details, he returned to Marius, who rewarded him for his bravery. After that, Sertorius frequently demonstrated his skill and bravery throughout the ongoing war, earning promotions to positions of honor and trust under his commander. Following the wars with the Cimbri and Teutones, he was sent to Spain in command of a thousand men under the Roman general Didius and spent the winter in Celtiberian territory, in the city of Castulo. The soldiers there, enjoying abundant provisions and growing arrogant while constantly drinking, were looked down upon by the locals. The inhabitants called for help at night from their nearby neighbors, the Gyrisoenians, who attacked the Romans in their camp and killed many of them. Sertorius managed to escape with a few soldiers, gathered the rest who survived, and went around the walls. Finding the gate open where the Gyrisoenians had secretly entered, he made sure they couldn’t do the same, stationed guards at the gate, and took control of all parts of the city. He killed all the able-bodied men and then ordered his soldiers to set aside their weapons, change out of their clothes, and wear the barbarians' gear. He led them to the city from which the attackers had come. By making the Gyrisoenians see their own armor, he found their city gates open and captured a large number of prisoners who came out thinking they were meeting friends returning from a successful raid. Most of them were killed by the Romans at their own gates, and the rest inside surrendered and were sold into slavery.
This action made Sertorius highly renowned throughout all Spain, and as soon as he returned to Rome he was appointed quaestor of Cisalpine Gaul, at a very seasonable moment for his country, the Marsian war being on the point of breaking out. Sertorius was ordered to raise soldiers and provide arms, which he performed with a diligence and alacrity, so contrasting with the feebleness and slothfulness of other officers of his age, that he got the repute of a man whose life would be one of action. Nor did he relinquish the part of a soldier, now that he had arrived at the dignity of a commander, but performed wonders with his own hands, and never sparing himself, but exposing his body freely in all conflicts, he lost one of his eyes. This he always esteemed an honor to him; observing that others do not continually carry about with them the marks and testimonies of their valor, but must often lay aside their chains of gold, their spears and crowns; whereas his ensigns of honor, and the manifestations of his courage always remained with him, and those who beheld his misfortune, must at the same time recognize his merits. The people also paid him the respect he deserved, and when he came into the theater, received him with plaudits and joyful acclamations, an honor rarely bestowed even on persons of advanced standing and established reputation. Yet, notwithstanding this popularity, when he stood to be tribune of the people, he was disappointed, and lost the place, being opposed by the party of Sylla, which seems to have been the principal cause of his subsequent enmity to Sylla.
This action made Sertorius well-known across all of Spain, and as soon as he returned to Rome, he was appointed quaestor of Cisalpine Gaul at a crucial time for his country, with the Marsian war about to break out. Sertorius was tasked with raising soldiers and supplying arms, which he did with such diligence and enthusiasm that it sharply contrasted with the weakness and laziness of other officers his age, earning him a reputation as a man of action. Even after he became a commander, he didn’t abandon his role as a soldier; he accomplished amazing feats himself and never held back, putting himself in danger during battles, which cost him one of his eyes. He considered this an honor, noting that others don’t always carry the visible marks of their bravery, often needing to set aside their golden chains, spears, and crowns. In contrast, his visible proof of honor and bravery stayed with him, and anyone who saw his injury also recognized his merits. The people respected him greatly, and when he entered the theater, they welcomed him with applause and cheers, an honor rarely given even to those with established status and reputation. Yet, despite his popularity, when he ran for tribune of the people, he was disappointed and lost the position, facing opposition from Sylla's party, which seems to have been the main reason for his later animosity toward Sylla.
After that Marius was overcome by Sylla and fled into Africa, and Sylla had left Italy to go to the wars against Mithridates, and of the two consuls Octavius and Cinna, Octavius remained steadfast to the policy of Sylla, but Cinna, desirous of a new revolution, attempted to recall the lost interest of Marius, Sertorius joined Cinna’s party, more particularly as he saw that Octavius was not very capable, and was also suspicious of anyone that was a friend to Marius. When a great battle was fought between the two consuls in the forum, Octavius overcame, and Cinna and Sertorius, having lost not less than ten thousand men, left the city, and gaining over most part of the troops who were dispersed about and remained still in many parts of Italy, they in a short time mustered up a force against Octavius sufficient to give him battle again, and Marius, also, now coming by sea out of Africa, proffered himself to serve under Cinna, as a private soldier under his consul and commander.
After that, Marius was defeated by Sylla and fled to Africa. Sylla had left Italy to go to war against Mithridates. Of the two consuls, Octavius stuck to Sylla’s policies, but Cinna, eager for a new revolution, tried to revive Marius’s lost influence. Sertorius joined Cinna’s side, particularly because he saw that Octavius wasn't very capable and was suspicious of anyone associated with Marius. When a major battle took place between the two consuls in the forum, Octavius won. Cinna and Sertorius, having lost at least ten thousand men, left the city. They rallied most of the troops who were scattered around Italy, and in a short time, they gathered enough strength to challenge Octavius again. Marius, now arriving by sea from Africa, offered to serve under Cinna as a private soldier in his army.
Most were for the immediate reception of Marius, but Sertorius openly declared against it, whether he thought that Cinna would not now pay as much attention to himself, when a man of higher military repute was present, or feared that the violence of Marius would bring all things to confusion, by his boundless wrath and vengeance after victory. He insisted upon it with Cinna that they were already victorious, that there remained little to be done, and that, if they admitted Marius, he would deprive them of the glory and advantage of the war, as there was no man less easy to deal with, or less to be trusted in, as a partner in power. Cinna answered, that Sertorius rightly judged the affair, but that he himself was at a loss, and ashamed, and knew not how to reject him, after he had sent for him to share in his fortunes. To which Sertorius immediately replied, that he had thought that Marius came into Italy of his own accord, and therefore had deliberated as to what might be most expedient, but that Cinna ought not so much as to have questioned whether he should accept him whom he had already invited, but should have honorably received and employed him, for his word once past left no room for debate. Thus Marius being sent for by Cinna, and their forces being divided into three parts, under Cinna, Marius, and Sertorius, the war was brought to a successful conclusion; but those about Cinna and Marius committing all manner of insolence and cruelty, made the Romans think the evils of war a golden time in comparison. On the contrary, it is reported of Sertorius, that he never slew any man in his anger, to satisfy his own private revenge, nor ever insulted over anyone whom he had overcome, but was much offended with Marius, and often privately entreated Cinna to use his power more moderately. And in the end, when the slaves whom Marius had freed at his landing to increase his army, being made not only his fellow-soldiers in the war, but also now his guard in his usurpation, enriched and powerful by his favor, either by the command or permission of Marius, or by their own lawless violence, committed all sorts of crimes, killed their masters, ravished their masters’ wives, and abused their children, their conduct appeared so intolerable to Sertorius that he slew the whole body of them, four thousand in number, commanding his soldiers to shoot them down with their javelins, as they lay encamped together.
Most people supported Marius's immediate arrival, but Sertorius openly disagreed. He either thought that Cinna wouldn't pay him as much attention with a more esteemed military figure around, or he feared that Marius's violent nature would cause chaos due to his uncontrolled anger and thirst for revenge after a victory. Sertorius insisted to Cinna that they were already victorious and had only a little left to accomplish. He warned that if they welcomed Marius, he would take away their glory and advantages from the war, as there was no one more difficult to handle or less trustworthy as a partner in power. Cinna replied that Sertorius accurately understood the situation, but he felt confused and ashamed, unsure how to turn down someone he had called to share in his fortunes. Sertorius immediately responded that he believed Marius had come to Italy on his own and had therefore considered what would be best, but Cinna shouldn't have even questioned whether to accept someone he had already invited; he should have received and utilized him honorably, as once he had extended the invitation, there was no room for debate. So, Marius was called by Cinna, and their forces were split into three parts under Cinna, Marius, and Sertorius, leading to a successful conclusion of the war. However, those around Cinna and Marius committed various acts of insolence and cruelty, making the Romans believe that the hardships of war were a better option. In contrast, Sertorius was known for never killing anyone out of anger for personal revenge, nor did he ever gloat over those he had defeated. Instead, he was deeply troubled by Marius's actions and often privately urged Cinna to exercise his power more moderately. Eventually, when the freed slaves that Marius had enlisted upon his arrival not only became his fellow soldiers but also his guards in his rise to power — having gained wealth and strength through his influence — these individuals, either at Marius's command or through their own unchecked actions, committed numerous crimes, killed their former masters, assaulted their masters' wives, and abused their children. The intolerable conduct of these freed slaves led Sertorius to execute all four thousand of them, ordering his soldiers to shoot them down with their javelins while they were camped together.
Afterwards, when Marius died, and Cinna shortly after was slain, when the younger Marius made himself consul against Sertorius’s wishes and contrary to law, when Carbo, Norbanus, and Scipio fought unsuccessfully against Sylla, now advancing to Rome, when much was lost by the cowardice and remissness of the commanders, but more by the treachery of their party, when with the want of prudence in the chief leaders, all went so ill that his presence could do no good, in the end when Sylla had placed his camp near to Scipio, and by pretending friendship, and putting him in hopes of a peace, corrupted his army, and Scipio could not be made sensible of this, although often forewarned of it by Sertorius, at last he utterly despaired of Rome, and hasted into Spain, that by taking possession there beforehand, he might secure refuge to his friends, from their misfortunes at home. Having bad weather in his journey, and traveling through mountainous countries, and the inhabitants stopping the way, and demanding a toll and money for passage, those who were with him were out of all patience at the indignity and shame it would be for a proconsul of Rome to pay tribute to a crew of wretched barbarians. But he little regarded their censure, and slighting that which had only the appearance of an indecency, told them he must buy time, the most precious of all things to those who go upon great enterprises; and pacifying the barbarous people with money, he hastened his journey, and took possession of Spain, a country flourishing and populous, abounding with young men fit to bear arms; but on account of the insolence and covetousness of the governors from time to time sent thither from Rome, they had generally an aversion to the Roman supremacy. He, however, soon gained the affection of their nobles by intercourse with them, and the good opinion of the people by remitting their taxes. But that which won him most popularity, was his exempting them from finding lodgings for the soldiers, when he commanded his army to take up their winter quarters outside the cities, and to pitch their camp in the suburbs; and when he himself, first of all, caused his own tent to be raised without the walls. Yet not being willing to rely totally upon the good inclination of the inhabitants, he armed all the Romans who lived in those countries that were of military age, and undertook the building of ships and the making of all sorts of warlike engines, by which means he kept the cities in due obedience, showing himself gentle in all peaceful business, and at the same time formidable to his enemies by his great preparations for war.
After Marius died and Cinna was killed shortly after, the younger Marius became consul against Sertorius’s wishes and against the law. Carbo, Norbanus, and Scipio fought unsuccessfully against Sulla, who was advancing towards Rome. A lot was lost due to the cowardice and negligence of the commanders, but even more because of the betrayal from their allies. With the lack of wisdom from the main leaders, things went so badly that no good could come from his presence. Eventually, when Sulla camped near Scipio and pretended to be friendly while giving him false hopes of peace, he corrupted Scipio's army. Despite being warned about this many times by Sertorius, Scipio couldn’t see it and eventually lost all hope for Rome, rushing into Spain to secure a refuge for his supporters from the troubles back home. Facing bad weather on his journey and crossing mountainous regions while being stopped by locals demanding tolls and money for passage, those with him were incredibly frustrated at the thought of a proconsul of Rome paying tribute to a group of poor barbarians. However, he paid little attention to their complaints, brushing off what seemed like an indignity. He explained that he needed to buy time, the most valuable resource for someone embarking on significant endeavors. By pacifying the local people with money, he hurried his journey and took control of Spain, a thriving and populous land full of young men ready for battle. However, due to the arrogance and greed of governors sent from Rome, the locals generally disliked Roman rule. He quickly won over the local nobles through communication and gained the people's favor by reducing their taxes. What made him most popular was his decision to exempt them from providing lodging for the soldiers, ordering his army to camp outside the cities in the suburbs instead. He personally set the standard by setting up his own tent outside the walls. Yet, not wanting to rely solely on the goodwill of the residents, he armed all Roman citizens of military age in those areas and took on the task of building ships and creating various war machines. This strategy helped him maintain order in the cities, proving to be gentle in peaceful matters while simultaneously being intimidating to his enemies with his military preparations.
As soon as he was informed that Sylla had made himself master of Rome, and that the party which sided with Marius and Carbo was going to destruction, he expected that some commander with a considerable army would speedily come against him, and therefore sent away Julius Salinator immediately, with six thousand men fully armed, to fortify and defend the passes of the Pyrenees. And Caius Annius not long after being sent out by Sylla, finding Julius unassailable, sat down short at the foot of the mountains in perplexity. But a certain Calpurnius, surnamed Lanarius, having treacherously slain Julius, and his soldiers then forsaking the heights of the Pyrenees, Caius Annius advanced with large numbers and drove before him all who endeavored to hinder his march. Sertorius, also, not being strong enough to give him battle, retreated with three thousand men into New Carthage, where he took shipping, and crossed the seas into Africa. And coming near the coast of Mauritania, his men went on shore to water, and straggling about negligently, the natives fell upon them and slew a great number. This new misfortune forced him to sail back again into Spain, whence he was also repulsed, and, some Cilician pirate ships joining with him, they made for the island of Pityussa, where they landed and overpowered the garrison placed there by Annius, who, however, came not long after with a great fleet of ships, and five thousand soldiers. And Sertorius made ready to fight him by sea, although his ships were not built for strength, but for lightness and swift sailing; but a violent west wind raised such a sea that many of them were run aground and shipwrecked, and he himself, with a few vessels, being kept from putting further out to sea by the fury of the weather, and from landing by the power of his enemies, was tossed about painfully for ten days together, amidst the boisterous and adverse waves.
As soon as he learned that Sylla had taken control of Rome and that the faction supporting Marius and Carbo was facing defeat, he anticipated that a commander with a strong army would soon confront him. Therefore, he immediately sent Julius Salinator with six thousand fully armed men to secure the passes of the Pyrenees. Shortly after, Caius Annius was sent out by Sylla. Upon finding Julius well fortified, he camped at the foot of the mountains in confusion. However, a treacherous man named Calpurnius, nicknamed Lanarius, killed Julius, causing his soldiers to abandon the heights of the Pyrenees. This allowed Caius Annius to advance with a large force and drive back anyone trying to stop him. Sertorius, unable to confront him in battle, retreated with three thousand men to New Carthage, where they boarded ships to cross to Africa. Near the coast of Mauritania, his men went ashore to get water and, while wandering aimlessly, were attacked by the locals, resulting in many deaths. This latest disaster forced him to return to Spain, where he also faced repulsion. When some Cilician pirate ships joined him, they headed for the island of Pityussa, landed, and took control of the garrison set up by Annius. However, Annius soon arrived with a large fleet and five thousand soldiers. Sertorius prepared to fight him at sea, despite his ships being designed for speed rather than strength. Unfortunately, a fierce west wind created rough seas, causing many of his ships to run aground and become wrecked. He, along with a few vessels, was prevented from going further out to sea by the rough weather and from landing by the strength of his enemies, enduring a harrowing ten days amid the turbulent and opposing waves.
He escaped with difficulty, and after the wind ceased, ran for certain desert islands scattered in those seas, affording no water, and after passing a night there, making out to sea again, he went through the straits of Cadiz, and sailing outward keeping the Spanish shore on his right hand, he landed a little above the mouth of the river Baetis, where it falls into the Atlantic sea, and gives the name to that part of Spain. Here he met with seamen recently arrived from the Atlantic islands, two in number, divided from one another only by a narrow channel, and distant from the coast of Africa ten thousand furlongs. These are called the Islands of the Blest; rains fall there seldom, and in moderate showers, but for the most part they have gentle breezes, bringing along with them soft dews, which render the soil not only rich for plowing and planting, but so abundantly fruitful that it produces spontaneously an abundance of delicate fruits, sufficient to feed the inhabitants, who may here enjoy all things without trouble or labor. The seasons of the year are temperate, and the transitions from one to another so moderate, that the air is almost always serene and pleasant. The rough northerly and easterly winds which blow from the coasts of Europe and Africa, dissipated in the vast open space, utterly lose their force before they reach the islands. The soft western and southerly winds which breathe upon them sometimes produce gentle sprinkling showers, which they convey along with them from the sea, but more usually bring days of moist bright weather, cooling and gently fertilizing the soil, so that the firm belief prevails even among the barbarians, that this is the seat of the blessed, and that these are the Elysian Fields celebrated by Homer.
He managed to escape with great difficulty, and once the wind died down, he headed toward some desert islands scattered in those seas, which had no fresh water. After spending a night there, he set out to sea again, passed through the straits of Cadiz, and sailed along the Spanish coast on his right until he landed just above where the river Baetis flows into the Atlantic, which gives its name to that part of Spain. Here, he encountered sailors who had just come from the two Atlantic islands, separated by a narrow channel and about ten thousand furlongs from the coast of Africa. These islands are called the Islands of the Blessed; rain rarely falls there, and when it does, it's just in light showers, but mostly, they enjoy gentle breezes that bring soft dews, making the soil rich for farming and planting. It’s so fertile that it produces a variety of delicate fruits on its own, enough to feed the people who live there, allowing them to enjoy everything without trouble or hard work. The seasons are mild, and the changes from one to another are so smooth that the air is almost always clear and pleasant. The harsh north and east winds from Europe and Africa lose their power in the vast open space before they reach the islands. The gentle western and southern winds sometimes bring light showers from the sea, but more often deliver moist and sunny days, cooling and nourishing the ground, leading even the locals to firmly believe that this is the land of the blessed, the Elysian Fields celebrated by Homer.
When Sertorius heard this account, he was seized with a wonderful passion for these islands, and had an extreme desire to go and live there in peace and quietness, and safe from oppression and unending wars; but his inclinations being perceived by the Cilician pirates, who desired not peace nor quiet, but riches and spoils, they immediately forsook him, and sailed away into Africa to assist Ascalis, the son of Iphtha, and to help to restore him to his kingdom of Mauritania. Their sudden departure noways discouraged Sertorius; he presently resolved to assist the enemies of Ascalis, and by this new adventure trusted to keep his soldiers together, who from this might conceive new hopes, and a prospect of a new scene of action. His arrival in Mauritania being very acceptable to the Moors, he lost no time, but immediately giving battle to Ascalis, beat him out of the field and besieged him; and Paccianus being sent by Sylla, with a powerful supply, to raise the siege, Sertorius slew him in the field, gained over all his forces, and took the city of Tingis, into which Ascalis and his brothers were fled for refuge. The Africans tell that Antaeus was buried in this city, and Sertorius had the grave opened, doubting the story because of the prodigious size, and finding there his body, in effect, it is said, full sixty cubits long, he was infinitely astonished, offered sacrifice, and heaped up the tomb again, gave his confirmation to the story, and added new honors to the memory of Antaeus. The Africans tell that after the death of Antaeus, his wife Tinga lived with Hercules, and had a son by him called Sophax, who was king of these countries, and gave his mother’s name to this city, whose son, also, was Diodorus, a great conqueror, who brought the greatest part of the Libyan tribes under his subjection, with an army of Greeks, raised out of the colonies of the Olbians and Myceneans placed here by Hercules. Thus much I may mention for the sake of king Juba, of all monarchs the greatest student of history, whose ancestors are said to have sprung from Diodorus and Sophax.
When Sertorius heard this story, he felt a strong attraction to these islands and had a deep desire to go live there in peace and quiet, away from oppression and endless wars. However, the Cilician pirates, who sought wealth and plunder rather than peace, quickly abandoned him and sailed to Africa to support Ascalis, the son of Iphtha, in regaining his kingdom of Mauritania. Their sudden departure did not discourage Sertorius; he promptly decided to help Ascalis's enemies, hoping this new venture would keep his soldiers motivated and give them a fresh sense of purpose. His arrival in Mauritania was welcomed by the Moors, so he wasted no time and immediately engaged in battle with Ascalis, defeating him and laying siege. When Paccianus, sent by Sylla with strong reinforcements to lift the siege, confronted Sertorius, he was killed in battle. Sertorius won over all his forces and captured the city of Tingis, where Ascalis and his brothers had fled for safety. The Africans claim Antaeus was buried in this city, and Sertorius, skeptical of the tale due to Antaeus's enormous size, had the grave opened. Upon finding the body, which was said to be a remarkable sixty cubits long, he was utterly amazed, offered sacrifices, reburied the remains, confirmed the story, and added new honors to Antaeus's memory. The Africans also say that after Antaeus's death, his wife Tinga lived with Hercules and had a son named Sophax, who became king of these lands and named the city after his mother. His son, Diodorus, was a great conqueror who subdued many Libyan tribes with an army of Greeks from the Olbian and Mycenaean colonies established there by Hercules. I mention this for the sake of King Juba, the greatest historian among all rulers, whose ancestors are said to have descended from Diodorus and Sophax.
When Sertorius had made himself absolute master of the whole country, he acted with great fairness to those who had confided in him, and who yielded to his mercy; he restored to them their property, cities, and government, accepting only of such acknowledgments as they themselves freely offered. And whilst he considered which way next to turn his arms, the Lusitanians sent ambassadors to desire him to be their general; for being terrified with the Roman power, and finding the necessity of having a commander of great authority and experience in war, being also sufficiently assured of his worth and valor by those who had formerly known him, they were desirous to commit themselves especially to his care. And in fact Sertorius is said to have been of a temper unassailable either by fear or pleasure, in adversity and dangers undaunted, and noways puffed up with prosperity. In straightforward fighting, no commander in his time was more bold and daring, and in whatever was to be performed in war by stratagem, secrecy, or surprise, if any strong place was to be secured, any pass to be gained speedily, for deceiving and overreaching an enemy, there was no man equal to him in subtlety and skill. In bestowing rewards and conferring honors upon those who had performed good service in the wars he was bountiful and magnificent, and was no less sparing and moderate in inflicting punishment. It is true that that piece of harshness and cruelty which he executed in the latter part of his days upon the Spanish hostages, seems to argue that his clemency was not natural to him, but only worn as a dress, and employed upon calculation, as his occasion or necessity required. As to my own opinion, I am persuaded that pure virtue, established by reason and judgment, can never be totally perverted or changed into its opposite, by any misfortune whatever. Yet I think it at the same time possible, that virtuous inclinations and natural good qualities may, when unworthily oppressed by calamities, show, with change of fortune, some change and alteration of their temper; and thus I conceive it happened to Sertorius, who when prosperity failed him, became exasperated by his disasters against those who had done him wrong.
When Sertorius had taken complete control of the entire region, he treated those who had trusted him and submitted to his mercy with great fairness. He returned their property, cities, and governance, accepting only the acknowledgments they freely provided. While he was deciding on his next move, the Lusitanians sent envoys asking him to be their leader. Terrified of the Roman power and realizing the need for a commander with great authority and military experience, they were convinced of his worth and bravery from those who had previously known him. They wanted to put themselves in his care. Sertorius was known to be unshakeable by fear or pleasure, fearless in adversity and danger, and not swayed by success. In direct combat, no commander of his time was bolder or more daring. Whether securing a strong position or quickly gaining access to a passage, he was unmatched in cleverness and skill when it came to deception and outsmarting the enemy. He was generous and magnificent in rewarding and honoring those who had served well in the wars, and he was equally moderate in administering punishment. However, his later acts of harshness and cruelty against Spanish hostages suggest that his kindness wasn't entirely genuine but rather a strategy he adopted as needed. Personally, I believe that true virtue, grounded in reason and judgment, can never be completely corrupted or transformed into its opposite by any misfortune. However, I also think that virtuous inclinations and natural good traits may display some change in temperament when wronged by hardships. I believe this is what happened to Sertorius; when fortune turned against him, he became bitter towards those who had wronged him.
The Lusitanians having sent for Sertorius, he left Africa, and being made general with absolute authority, he put all in order amongst them, and brought the neighboring parts of Spain under subjection. Most of the tribes voluntarily submitted themselves, won by the fame of his clemency and of his courage, and, to some extent, also, he availed himself of cunning artifices of his own devising to impose upon them and gain influence over them. Amongst which, certainly, that of the hind was not the least. Spanus, a countryman who lived in those parts, meeting by chance a hind that had recently calved, flying from the hunters, let the dam go, and pursuing the fawn, took it, being wonderfully pleased with the rarity of the color, which was all milk white. And as at that time Sertorius was living in the neighborhood, and accepted gladly any presents of fruit, fowl, or venison, that the country afforded, and rewarded liberally those who presented them, the countryman brought him his young hind, which he took and was well pleased with at the first sight, but when in time he had made it so tame and gentle that it would come when he called, and follow him wheresoever he went, and could endure the noise and tumult of the camp, knowing well that uncivilized people are naturally prone to superstition, by little and little he raised it into something preternatural, saying that it was given him by the goddess Diana, and that it revealed to him many secrets. He added, also, further contrivances. If he had received at any time private intelligence that the enemies had made an incursion into any part of the districts under his command, or had solicited any city to revolt, he pretended that the hind had informed him of it in his sleep, and charged him to keep his forces in readiness. Or if again he had notice that any of the commanders under him had got a victory, he would hide the messengers and bring forth the hind crowned with flowers, for joy of the good news that was to come, and would encourage them to rejoice and sacrifice to the gods for the good account they should soon receive of their prosperous success.
The Lusitanians called for Sertorius, and he left Africa. Once appointed as the general with full authority, he organized everything among them and brought the nearby regions of Spain under control. Most tribes willingly submitted, impressed by his reputation for mercy and bravery. He also used clever tricks of his own design to influence and gain power over them. Among these was certainly the story of the hind. Spanus, a local farmer, encountered a recently-calved hind fleeing from hunters. He let the mother go and chased the fawn, which he caught and was delighted with due to its rare all-white color. At that time, Sertorius was living nearby and happily accepted any gifts of fruit, poultry, or game from the locals, rewarding those who brought them generously. The farmer decided to bring his young hind to Sertorius, who was pleased with it at first sight. Over time, he trained it to be so tame that it would come when called and follow him everywhere, even putting up with the noise of the camp. Knowing that uncivilized people tend to be superstitious, Sertorius slowly elevated it into something supernatural, claiming it was a gift from the goddess Diana that revealed many secrets to him. He also added more schemes. Whenever he received private news that enemies had invaded any part of his territory or had persuaded a city to rebel, he pretended that the hind had informed him of this in a dream and urged him to keep his troops ready. If he got word that one of his commanders had won a victory, he'd hide the messengers and bring out the hind adorned with flowers to celebrate the good news, encouraging everyone to rejoice and sacrifice to the gods for the favorable outcome they would soon receive from their successful endeavors.
By such practices, he brought them to be more tractable and obedient in all things; for now they thought themselves no longer to be led by a stranger, but rather conducted by a god, and the more so, as the facts themselves seemed to bear witness to it, his power, contrary to all expectation or probability, continually increasing. For with two thousand six hundred men, whom for honor’s sake he called Romans, combined with seven hundred Africans, who landed with him when he first entered Lusitania, together with four thousand targeteers, and seven hundred horse of the Lusitanians themselves, he made war against four Roman generals, who commanded a hundred and twenty thousand foot, six thousand horse, two thousand archers and slingers, and had cities innumerable in their power; whereas at the first he had not above twenty cities in all. And from this weak and slender beginning, he raised himself to the command of large nations of men, and the possession of numerous cities; and of the Roman commanders who were sent against him, he overthrew Cotta in a sea-fight, in the channel near the town of Mellaria; he routed Fufidius, the governor of Baetica, with the loss of two thousand Romans, near the banks of the river Baetis; Lucius Domitius, proconsul of the other province of Spain, was overthrown by one of his lieutenants; Thoranius, another commander sent against him by Metellus with a great force, was slain, and Metellus, one of the greatest and most approved Roman generals then living, by a series of defeats, was reduced to such extremities, that Lucius Manlius came to his assistance out of Gallia Narbonensis, and Pompey the Great, was sent from Rome, itself, in all haste, with considerable forces. Nor did Metellus know which way to turn himself, in a war with such a bold and ready commander, who was continually molesting him, and yet could not be brought to a set battle, but by the swiftness and dexterity of his Spanish soldiery, was enabled to shift and adapt himself to any change of circumstances. Metellus had had experience in battles fought by regular legions of soldiers, fully armed and drawn up in due order into a heavy standing phalanx, admirably trained for encountering and overpowering an enemy who came to close combat, hand to hand, but entirely unfit for climbing among the hills, and competing incessantly with the swift attacks and retreats of a set of fleet mountaineers, or to endure hunger and thirst, and live exposed like them to the wind and weather, without fire or covering.
Through these actions, he made them more manageable and obedient in every way; they no longer saw themselves as being led by a stranger but rather guided by a divine force. This belief grew stronger as the evidence around them suggested it—his power, against all odds, was continually growing. With two thousand six hundred men, whom he honored by calling Romans, alongside seven hundred Africans who landed with him when he first arrived in Lusitania, as well as four thousand targeteers and seven hundred horsemen from the Lusitanians, he waged war against four Roman generals commanding one hundred twenty thousand infantry, six thousand cavalry, and two thousand archers and slingers, with countless cities under their control, while he initially had no more than twenty cities in total. From this fragile and modest beginning, he rose to command large nations and control numerous cities. Among the Roman commanders sent against him, he defeated Cotta in a naval battle in the channel near Mellaria; he routed Fufidius, the governor of Baetica, killing two thousand Romans near the banks of the river Baetis; Lucius Domitius, the proconsul of another province in Spain, was defeated by one of his lieutenants; and Thoranius, another commander sent against him by Metellus with a substantial force, was killed. Metellus, one of the most respected Roman generals of the time, faced such serious setbacks that Lucius Manlius had to come to his aid from Gallia Narbonensis, and Pompey the Great was sent urgently from Rome with considerable forces. Metellus found himself in a bind, unable to figure out how to respond to such a bold and adaptable commander who constantly harassed him yet wouldn’t engage in a pitched battle. His Spanish soldiers’ speed and skill allowed them to respond and adjust to any situation. Metellus had experience fighting with organized legions of fully armed soldiers arranged in a heavy phalanx, well-trained for facing enemies in close combat. However, this was completely unsuitable for navigating hilly terrain and continuously dealing with the quick strikes and retreats of agile mountain fighters, or for enduring hunger and thirst while exposed to the elements without fire or shelter.
Besides, being now in years, and having been formerly engaged in many fights and dangerous conflicts, he had grown inclined to a more remiss, easy, and luxurious life, and was the less able to contend with Sertorius, who was in the prime of his strength and vigor, and had a body wonderfully fitted for war, being strong, active, and temperate, continually accustomed to endure hard labor, to take long tedious journeys, to pass many nights together without sleep, to eat little, and to be satisfied with very coarse fare, and who was never stained with the least excess in wine, even when he was most at leisure. What leisure time he allowed himself, he spent in hunting and riding about, and so made himself thoroughly acquainted with every passage for escape when he would fly, and for overtaking and intercepting in pursuit, and gained a perfect knowledge of where he could and where he could not go. Insomuch that Metellus suffered all the inconveniences of defeat, although he earnestly desired to fight, and Sertorius, though he refused the field, reaped all the advantages of a conqueror. For he hindered them from foraging, and cut them off from water; if they advanced, he was nowhere to be found; if they stayed in any place and encamped, he continually molested and alarmed them; if they besieged any town, he presently appeared and besieged them again, and put them to extremities for want of necessaries. And thus he so wearied out the Roman army, that when Sertorius challenged Metellus to fight singly with him, they commended it, and cried out, it was a fair offer, a Roman to fight against a Roman, and a general against a general; and when Metellus refused the challenge, they reproached him. Metellus derided and contemned this, and rightly so; for, as Theophrastus observes, a general should die like a general, and not like a skirmisher. But perceiving that the town of the Langobritae, who gave great assistance to Sertorius, might easily be taken for want of water, as there was but one well within the walls, and the besieger would be master of the springs and fountains in the suburbs, he advanced against the place, expecting to carry it in two days’ time, there being no more water, and gave command to his soldiers to take five days’ provision only. Sertorius, however, resolving to send speedy relief, ordered two thousand skins to be filled with water, naming a considerable sum of money for the carriage of every skin; and many Spaniards and Moors undertaking the work, he chose out those who were the strongest and swiftest of foot, and sent them through the mountains, with order that when they had delivered the water, they should convey away privately all those who would be least serviceable in the siege, that there might be water sufficient for the defendants. As soon as Metellus understood this, he was disturbed, as he had already consumed most part of the necessary provisions for his army, but he sent out Aquinus with six thousand soldiers to fetch in fresh supplies. But Sertorius having notice of it, laid an ambush for him, and having sent out beforehand three thousand men to take post in a thickly wooded watercourse, with these he attacked the rear of Aquinus in his return, while he himself, charging him in the front, destroyed part of his army, and took the rest prisoners, Aquinus only escaping, after the loss of both his horse and his armor. And Metellus, being forced shamefully to raise the siege, withdrew amidst the laughter and contempt of the Spaniards; while Sertorius became yet more the object of their esteem and admiration.
Besides, being older now and having been involved in many fights and dangerous battles, he had become more inclined to a relaxed, comfortable, and luxurious life, making him less able to compete with Sertorius, who was in the prime of his strength and energy. Sertorius had a body perfectly built for war—strong, agile, and disciplined—constantly used to enduring hard work, taking long exhausting journeys, going many nights without sleep, eating little, and settling for very basic food, and he never indulged in excessive drinking, even during his downtime. The little leisure he allowed himself was spent hunting and riding around, which made him thoroughly familiar with every escape route for when he needed to flee and for catching and intercepting during a pursuit, gaining perfect knowledge of where he could and couldn't go. So, Metellus faced all the disadvantages of defeat, even though he desperately wanted to fight, while Sertorius, though he avoided the battlefield, reaped all the benefits of a victor. He prevented them from foraging and cut off their water supply; if they moved forward, he was nowhere to be seen; if they stayed in one place and camped, he continually harassed and alarmed them; if they laid siege to any town, he would show up and lay siege to them in return, putting them in a tough spot due to lack of supplies. He wore down the Roman army so much that when Sertorius challenged Metellus to a one-on-one fight, they praised it and cheered that it was a fair offer, a Roman fighting against a Roman, a general against a general; and when Metellus turned down the challenge, they scolded him. Metellus mockingly dismissed this, and rightly so; as Theophrastus points out, a general should die like a general, not like a fighter in a skirmish. But realizing that the town of the Langobritae, who had been very helpful to Sertorius, could easily be captured due to lack of water—since there was only one well within the walls and the besieger would control the springs and fountains outside—he moved to attack the town, expecting to take it in two days due to the water shortage, and instructed his soldiers to gather only five days' worth of supplies. However, Sertorius, planning to send quick help, ordered two thousand skins to be filled with water, offering a considerable reward for the transport of each skin; many Spaniards and Moors took on this task, and he picked out those who were the strongest and fastest, sending them through the mountains with instructions to secretly bring away those who would be the least useful in the siege so that there would be enough water for the defenders. As soon as Metellus caught wind of this, he was worried, having already used up most of the essential supplies for his army, but he sent Aquinus with six thousand soldiers to fetch fresh supplies. However, Sertorius, aware of this, set up an ambush for him, sending out three thousand men beforehand to position themselves in a densely wooded watercourse. They attacked Aquinus's rear on his way back while Sertorius himself charged him from the front, destroying part of his army and capturing the rest, with Aquinus barely escaping after losing both his horse and armor. Therefore, Metellus, shamefully forced to lift the siege, withdrew amid the laughter and scorn of the Spaniards, while Sertorius gained even more respect and admiration from them.
He was also highly honored for his introducing discipline and good order amongst them, for he altered their furious savage manner of fighting, and brought them to make use of the Roman armor, taught them to keep their ranks, and observe signals and watchwords; and out of a confused number of thieves and robbers, he constituted a regular, well-disciplined army. He bestowed silver and gold upon them liberally to gild and adorn their helmets, he had their shields worked with various figures and designs, he brought them into the mode of wearing flowered and embroidered cloaks and coats, and by supplying money for these purposes, and joining with them in all improvements, he won the hearts of all. That, however, which delighted them most, was the care that he took of their children. He sent for all the boys of noblest parentage out of all their tribes, and placed them in the great city of Osca, where he appointed masters to instruct them in the Grecian and Roman learning, that when they came to be men, they might, as he professed, be fitted to share with him in authority, and in conducting the government, although under this pretext he really made them hostages. However, their fathers were wonderfully pleased to see their children going daily to the schools in good order, handsomely dressed in gowns edged with purple, and that Sertorius paid for their lessons, examined them often, distributed rewards to the most deserving, and gave them the golden bosses to hang about their necks, which the Romans called bullae.
He was also highly respected for bringing discipline and order among them. He changed their aggressive, savage way of fighting and encouraged them to use Roman armor. He taught them to stay in formation and follow signals and passwords; from a disorganized group of thieves and robbers, he created a structured, well-trained army. He generously gave them silver and gold to decorate their helmets, had their shields crafted with various designs, and introduced them to wearing colorful and embroidered cloaks and coats. By funding these improvements and engaging with them, he won everyone over. However, what pleased them the most was the attention he gave to their children. He called for all the boys from noble families in their tribes and brought them to the great city of Osca, where he arranged for teachers to educate them in Greek and Roman studies, so that when they grew up, they would, as he claimed, be prepared to share in leadership and governance, although under this pretext, he was really securing them as hostages. Still, their fathers were thrilled to see their children attending school every day in neat attire, dressed in purple-edged gowns, and that Sertorius paid for their lessons, frequently checked on their progress, awarded the most deserving, and gave them golden medallions to wear around their necks, which the Romans called bullae.
There being a custom in Spain, that when a commander was slain in battle, those who attended his person fought it out till they all died with him, which the inhabitants of those countries called an offering, or libation, there were few commanders that had any considerable guard or number of attendants; but Sertorius was followed by many thousands who offered themselves, and vowed to spend their blood with his. And it is told that when his army was defeated near a city in Spain, and the enemy pressed hard upon them, the Spaniards, with no care for themselves, but being totally solicitous to save Sertorius, took him up on their shoulders and passed him from one to another, till they carried him into the city, and only when they had thus placed their general in safety, provided afterwards each man for his own security.
In Spain, there was a tradition that when a commander was killed in battle, those who were close to him would fight until they all died alongside him, which the locals referred to as an offering or libation. Because of this custom, few commanders had a significant number of guards or attendants. However, Sertorius was accompanied by thousands who were willing to fight and vowed to shed their blood for him. It’s said that when his army was defeated near a city in Spain, and the enemy was pressing them hard, the Spaniards, caring little for their own safety and fully focused on saving Sertorius, lifted him onto their shoulders and passed him from one to another until they got him into the city. Only after ensuring their general was safe did each man then seek his own protection.
Nor were the Spaniards alone ambitious to serve him, but the Roman soldiers, also, that came out of Italy, were impatient to be under his command; and when Perpenna Vento, who was of the same faction with Sertorius, came into Spain with a quantity of money and a large number of troops, and designed to make war against Metellus on his own account, his own soldiers opposed it, and talked continually of Sertorius, much to the mortification of Perpenna, who was puffed up with the grandeur of his family and his riches. And when they afterwards received tidings that Pompey was passing the Pyrenees, they took up their arms, laid hold on their ensigns, called upon Perpenna to lead them to Sertorius, and threatened him that if he refused they would go without him, and place themselves under a commander who was able to defend himself and those that served him. And so Perpenna was obliged to yield to their desires, and joining Sertorius, added to his army three and fifty cohorts.
The Spaniards weren't the only ones eager to serve him; Roman soldiers from Italy were also eager to be under his command. When Perpenna Vento, who was aligned with Sertorius, arrived in Spain with a lot of money and a large troop of soldiers, planning to wage war against Metellus on his own behalf, his own soldiers were against it. They constantly talked about Sertorius, which frustrated Perpenna, who was full of pride from his family's status and wealth. When they later heard that Pompey was crossing the Pyrenees, they grabbed their weapons, picked up their banners, called on Perpenna to lead them to Sertorius, and threatened him that if he refused, they would go without him and follow a commander who could protect them. So, Perpenna had no choice but to give in to their demands, and by joining Sertorius, he added 53 cohorts to his army.
And when now all the cities on this side of the river Ebro also united their forces together under his command, his army grew great, for they flocked together and flowed in upon him from all quarters. But when they continually cried out to attack the enemy, and were impatient of delay, their inexperienced, disorderly rashness caused Sertorius much trouble, who at first strove to restrain them with reason and good counsel, but when he perceived them refractory and unseasonably violent, he gave way to their impetuous desires, and permitted them to engage with the enemy, in such sort that they might, being repulsed, yet not totally routed, become more obedient to his commands for the future. Which happening as he had anticipated, he soon rescued them, and brought them safe into his camp. And after a few days, being willing to encourage them again, when he had called all his army together, he caused two horses to be brought into the field, one an old, feeble, lean animal, the other a lusty, strong horse, with a remarkably thick and long tail. Near the lean one he placed a tall strong man, and near the strong young horse a weak despicable-looking fellow; and at a sign given, the strong man took hold of the weak horse’s tail with both his hands, and drew it to him with his whole force, as if he would pull it off; the other, the weak man, in the mean time, set to work to pluck off hair by hair from the great horse’s tail. And when the strong man had given trouble enough to himself in vain, and sufficient diversion to the company, and had abandoned his attempt, whilst the weak pitiful fellow in a short time and with little pains had left not a hair on the great horse’s tail, Sertorius rose up and spoke to his army, “You see, fellow soldiers, that perseverance is more prevailing than violence, and that many things which cannot be overcome when they are together, yield themselves up when taken little by little. Assiduity and persistence are irresistible, and in time overthrow and destroy the greatest powers whatever. Time being the favorable friend and assistant of those who use their judgment to await his occasions, and the destructive enemy of those who are unseasonably urging and pressing forward.” With a frequent use of such words and such devices, he soothed the fierceness of the barbarous people, and taught them to attend and watch for their opportunities.
And when all the cities on this side of the Ebro River came together under his command, his army became large as people gathered from all around. But when they kept urging to attack the enemy and grew impatient with delays, their inexperienced and reckless eagerness caused Sertorius a lot of trouble. He initially tried to calm them down with reason and good advice, but when he saw they were stubborn and overly aggressive, he gave in to their impulsive wishes and allowed them to engage with the enemy, ensuring that even if they were pushed back, they wouldn’t be completely defeated, which would make them more compliant in the future. Just as he expected, he soon rescued them and brought them back safely to his camp. A few days later, wanting to motivate them again, he gathered his entire army and had two horses brought out, one an old, weak, skinny horse, the other a strong, healthy horse with a thick, long tail. Next to the skinny horse, he placed a tall, strong man, and next to the strong horse, he set a scrawny, unimpressive guy. At a signal, the strong man grabbed the skinny horse's tail with both hands and pulled with all his strength, as if trying to rip it off, while the weak man began to pull hairs from the strong horse’s tail, one by one. After the strong man struggled in vain and entertained the crowd enough, he gave up, while the feeble guy quickly and effortlessly pulled out all the hair from the strong horse's tail. Sertorius then stood up and spoke to his army, “You see, fellow soldiers, that perseverance is more effective than force, and many things that seem impossible to overcome when united can be conquered little by little. Consistency and persistence are unbeatable, and over time can topple even the strongest powers. Time is a valuable ally for those who are wise enough to wait for the right moments, and a destructive enemy for those who push too hard prematurely.” By frequently using such words and tactics, he calmed the fierce nature of the barbaric people and taught them to wait and watch for their opportunities.
Of all his remarkable exploits, none raised greater admiration than that which he put in practice against the Characitanians. These are a people beyond the river Tagus, who inhabit neither cities nor towns, but live in a vast high hill, within the deep dens and caves of the rocks, the mouths of which open all towards the north. The country below is of a soil resembling a light clay, so loose as easily to break into powder, and is not firm enough to bear anyone that treads upon it, and if you touch it in the least, it flies about like ashes or unslaked lime. In any danger of war, these people descend into their caves, and carrying in their booty and prey along with them, stay quietly within, secure from every attack. And when Sertorius, leaving Metellus some distance off had placed his camp near this hill, they slighted and despised him, imagining, that he retired into these parts, being overthrown by the Romans. And whether out of anger and resentment, or out of his unwillingness to be thought to fly from his enemies, early in the morning he rode up to view the situation of the place. But finding there was no way to come at it, as he rode about, threatening them in vain and disconcerted, he took notice that the wind raised the dust and carried it up towards the caves of the Characitanians, the mouths of which, as I said before, opened towards the north; and the northerly wind, which some call Caecias, prevailing most in those parts, coming up out of moist plains or mountains covered with snow, at this particular time, in the heat of summer, being further supplied and increased by the melting of the ice in the northern regions, blew a delightful fresh gale, cooling and refreshing the Characitanians and their cattle all the day long. Sertorius, considering well all circumstances in which either the information of the inhabitants, or his own experience had instructed him, commanded his soldiers to shovel up a great quantity of this light, dusty earth, to heap it up together, and make a mount of it over against the hill in which these barbarous people resided, who, imagining that all this preparation was for raising a mound to get at them, only mocked and laughed at it. However, he continued the work till the evening, and brought his soldiers back into their camp. The next morning a gentle breeze at first arose, and moved the lightest parts of the earth, and dispersed it about as the chaff before the wind; but when the sun coming to be higher, the strong northerly wind had covered the hills with the dust, the soldiers came and turned this mound of earth over and over, and broke the hard clods in pieces, whilst others on horseback rode through it backward and forward, and raised a cloud of dust into the air: there with the wind the whole of it was carried away and blown into the dwellings of the Characitanians, all lying open to the north. And there being no other vent or breathing-place than that through which the Caecias rushed in upon them, it quickly blinded their eyes, and filled their lungs, and all but choked them, whilst they strove to draw in the rough air mingled with dust and powdered earth. Nor were they able, with all they could do, to hold out above two days, but yielded up themselves on the third, adding, by their defeat, not so much to the power of Sertorius, as to his renown, in proving that he was able to conquer places by art, which were impregnable by the force of arms.
Of all his impressive feats, none garnered more admiration than his actions against the Characitanians. These people live beyond the Tagus River, not in cities or towns, but in a vast high hill filled with deep dens and caves, all facing north. The soil below resembles a light clay, so loose that it easily crumbles into powder and is too unstable for anyone to walk on. If you touch it even slightly, it blows away like ashes or quicklime. In times of war danger, these people retreat into their caves, bringing their loot with them to stay safe from any attack. When Sertorius set up his camp not far from this hill, they looked down on him, thinking he had retreated there after being defeated by the Romans. Whether out of anger or to avoid being seen as fleeing, he decided to survey the area early the next morning. Finding no way to approach, he rode around, threatening them in vain. He noticed that the wind was stirring up dust and blowing it towards the northern openings of the Characitanians' caves. The northern wind, known as Caecias, was dominant in that area, coming from moist plains or snow-covered mountains. During that particularly hot summer day, it blew a refreshing breeze, cooling the Characitanians and their livestock all day long. Considering the situation and his prior knowledge, Sertorius ordered his soldiers to gather a large amount of this light, dusty soil, pile it up against the hill where these people lived. They mocked and laughed at what they thought was a futile effort to build a mound to reach them. Nonetheless, he continued working until evening and then returned his soldiers to camp. The next morning, a gentle breeze stirred the lightest particles of soil, spreading it like chaff before the wind. As the sun rose higher and the strong northern wind covered the hills with dust, the soldiers began to overturn the mound and break up the hard clumps while others on horseback rode back and forth, creating a cloud of dust. The wind carried it all into the Characitanians' homes, which were all open to the north. With no other escape but the opening through which the Caecias rushed in, the dust quickly blinded them and choked them as they struggled to breathe in the rough, dusty air. They couldn’t hold out for more than two days and surrendered on the third, adding to Sertorius's reputation, proving that he was capable of conquering places through strategy that were otherwise impenetrable by force.
So long as he had to do with Metellus, he was thought to owe his successes to his opponent’s age and slow temper, which were ill-suited for coping with the daring and activity of one who commanded a light army more like a band of robbers than regular soldiers. But when Pompey also passed over the Pyrenees, and Sertorius pitched his camp near him, and offered and himself accepted every occasion by which military skill could be put to the proof, and in this contest of dexterity was found to have the better, both in baffling his enemy’s designs and in counter-scheming himself, the fame of him now spread even to Rome itself, as the most expert commander of his time. For the renown of Pompey was not small, who had already won much honor by his achievements in the wars of Sylla, from whom he received the title of Magnus, and was called Pompey the Great; and who had risen to the honor of a triumph before the beard had grown on his face. And many cities which were under Sertorius were on the very eve of revolting and going over to Pompey, when they were deterred from it by that great action, amongst others, which he performed near the city of Lauron, contrary to the expectation of all.
As long as he dealt with Metellus, people thought his successes were due to his opponent's age and slow temperament, which weren't suited for handling the boldness and activity of someone leading a light army more like a gang of robbers than regular soldiers. But when Pompey crossed the Pyrenees as well, and Sertorius set up camp nearby, taking advantage of every opportunity to prove his military skills, he showed he was more adept in this contest of wits—successfully thwarting his enemy’s plans and devising his own strategies. His reputation spread even to Rome as the most skilled commander of his time. Pompey was already well-known, having earned considerable honor through his achievements in the wars with Sulla, who bestowed upon him the title of Magnus, or Pompey the Great; he had even celebrated a triumph before he was fully grown. Many cities loyal to Sertorius were on the verge of revolting and joining Pompey when they were dissuaded by a remarkable feat he accomplished near the city of Lauron, surprising everyone.
For Sertorius had laid siege to Lauron, and Pompey came with his whole army to relieve it; and there being a hill near this city very advantageously situated, they both made haste to take it. Sertorius was beforehand, and took possession of it first, and Pompey, having drawn down his forces, was not sorry that it had thus happened, imagining that he had hereby enclosed his enemy between his own army and the city, and sent in a messenger to the citizens of Lauron, to bid them be of good courage, and to come upon their walls, where they might see their besieger besieged. Sertorius, perceiving their intentions, smiled, and said, he would now teach Sylla’s scholar, for so he called Pompey in derision, that it was the part of a general to look as well behind him as before him, and at the same time showed them six thousand soldiers, whom he had left in his former camp, from whence he marched out to take the hill, where if Pompey should assault him, they might fall upon his rear. Pompey discovered this too late, and not daring to give battle, for fear of being encompassed, and yet being ashamed to desert his friends and confederates in their extreme danger, was thus forced to sit still, and see them ruined before his face. For the besieged despaired of relief, and delivered up themselves to Sertorius, who spared their lives and granted them their liberty, but burnt their city, not out of anger or cruelty, for of all commanders that ever were, Sertorius seems least of all to have indulged these passions, but only for the greater shame and confusion of the admirers of Pompey, and that it might be reported amongst the Spaniards, that though he had been so close to the fire which burnt down the city of his confederates as actually to feel the heat of it, he still had not dared to make any opposition.
Sertorius had laid siege to Lauron, and Pompey came with his entire army to rescue it. Near this city, there was a strategically located hill, and both rushed to take it. Sertorius got there first and occupied it, while Pompey, having led his troops down, wasn't unhappy about this, thinking he had trapped his enemy between his own army and the city. He sent a message to the citizens of Lauron, encouraging them to stay brave and come to their walls to see their besieger now being besieged. Sertorius, noticing their plans, smiled and said he would now show Sylla’s student—he referred to Pompey mockingly—that a general should keep an eye on what’s behind him as well as in front. At the same time, he pointed out six thousand soldiers he had left in his previous camp when he marched out to take the hill, who could fall on Pompey’s rear if he attacked. Pompey realized this too late and, fearing he would be surrounded and ashamed to abandon his friends in their time of need, was forced to sit back and watch them be defeated. The besieged, losing hope for rescue, surrendered to Sertorius, who spared their lives and granted them freedom, but burned their city—not out of anger or cruelty, since Sertorius seemed the least likely to indulge those feelings—but to bring greater shame and confusion to Pompey's supporters, and to let the Spaniards know that even when he was so close to the fire that burnt his allies’ city that he could feel its heat, Pompey still dared not resist.
Sertorius, however, sustained many losses; but he always maintained himself and those immediately with him undefeated, and it was by other commanders under him that he suffered; and he was more admired for being able to repair his losses, and for recovering the victory, than the Roman generals against him for gaining these advantages; as at the battle of the Sucro against Pompey, and at the battle near Tuttia, against him and Metellus together. The battle near the Sucro was fought, it is said, through the impatience of Pompey, lest Metellus should share with him in the victory, Sertorius being also willing to engage Pompey before the arrival of Metellus. Sertorius delayed the time till the evening, considering that the darkness of the night would be a disadvantage to his enemies, whether flying or pursuing, being strangers, and having no knowledge of the country. When the fight began, it happened that Sertorius was not placed directly against Pompey, but against Afranius, who had command of the left wing of the Roman army, as he commanded the right wing of his own; but when he understood that his left wing began to give way, and yield to the assault of Pompey, he committed the care of his right wing to other commanders, and made haste to relieve those in distress; and rallying some that were flying, and encouraging others that still kept their ranks, he renewed the fight, and attacked the enemy in their pursuit so effectively as to cause a considerable rout, and brought Pompey into great danger of his life. For after being wounded and losing his horse, he escaped unexpectedly. For the Africans with Sertorius, who took Pompey’s horse, set out with gold, and covered with rich trappings, fell out with one another; and upon the dividing of the spoil, gave over the pursuit. Afranius, in the meantime, as soon as Sertorius had left his right wing, to assist the other part of his army, overthrew all that opposed him; and pursuing them to their camp, fell in together with them, and plundered them till it was dark night; knowing nothing of Pompey’s overthrow, nor being able to restrain his soldiers from pillaging; when Sertorius, returning with victory, fell upon him and upon his men, who were all in disorder, and slew many of them. And the next morning he came into the field again, well armed, and offered battle, but perceiving that Metellus was near, he drew off, and returned to his camp, saying, “If this old woman had not come up, I would have whipped that boy soundly and sent him to Rome.”
Sertorius, however, faced many losses; yet he always kept himself and those with him undefeated, suffering mostly due to the other commanders under his command. He was more admired for his ability to recover from losses and regain victory than the Roman generals opposing him for achieving these advantages. This was evident in the battle of the Sucro against Pompey and the battle near Tuttia against both him and Metellus. The battle near the Sucro reportedly happened because Pompey was impatient, worried that Metellus would share in the victory, while Sertorius was also eager to confront Pompey before Metellus arrived. Sertorius delayed the engagement until evening, believing that the darkness would disadvantage his enemies, who were unfamiliar with the terrain, whether they were fleeing or chasing. When the battle began, Sertorius found himself not directly facing Pompey but Afranius, who commanded the left flank of the Roman army, just as Sertorius commanded the right flank of his own. However, when he noticed his left flank starting to falter against Pompey’s assault, he entrusted his right flank to other commanders and rushed to support those in trouble. By rallying some of the fleeing troops and encouraging those still standing firm, he reignited the battle and counter-attacked the pursuing enemy so effectively that he caused a significant rout, putting Pompey in serious danger. After being wounded and losing his horse, Pompey escaped unexpectedly. The Africans with Sertorius, who had taken Pompey’s horse, quarrelled over gold and rich trappings, and ended their chase to divide the spoils. Meanwhile, Afranius, noticing Sertorius had left his right flank to assist the other part of his army, took down everyone who opposed him. He pursued them to their camp and plundered them until it got dark, unaware of Pompey’s defeat and unable to stop his soldiers from looting. When Sertorius returned victorious, he attacked him and his disorganized men, killing many of them. The next morning, he re-entered the field fully armed, ready for battle, but upon realizing Metellus was nearby, he retreated to his camp, saying, “If this old woman hadn’t shown up, I would have whipped that boy soundly and sent him to Rome.”
He was much concerned that his white hind could nowhere be found; as he was thus destitute of an admirable contrivance to encourage the barbarous people, at a time when he most stood in need of it. Some men, however, wandering in the night, chanced to meet her, and knowing her by her color, took her; to whom Sertorius promised a good reward, if they would tell no one of it; and immediately shut her up. A few days after, he appeared in public with a very cheerful look, and declared to the chief men of the country, that the gods had foretold him in a dream that some great good fortune should shortly attend him; and, taking his seat, proceeded to answer the petitions of those who applied themselves to him. The keepers of the hind, who were not far off, now let her loose, and she no sooner espied Sertorius, but she came leaping with great joy to his feet, laid her head upon his knees, and licked his hands, as she formerly used to do. And Sertorius stroking her, and making much of her again, with that tenderness that the tears stood in his eyes, all that were present were immediately filled with wonder and astonishment, and accompanying him to his house with loud shouts for joy, looked upon him as a person above the rank of mortal men, and highly beloved by the gods; and were in great courage and hope for the future.
He was very worried that his white hind was nowhere to be found, as he was lacking an impressive way to inspire the brutal people at a time when he needed it most. However, some men wandering in the night came across her, recognized her by her color, and took her. Sertorius promised them a good reward if they kept silent about it and immediately locked her up. A few days later, he appeared in public looking very cheerful and told the local leaders that the gods had revealed in a dream that great good fortune was coming his way. He took his seat and began to address those who came to him with requests. The keepers of the hind, who were not far away, let her free, and as soon as she saw Sertorius, she leapt joyfully to his feet, laid her head on his knees, and licked his hands like she used to. Sertorius, petting her and showing her affection with tears in his eyes, left everyone present in wonder and amazement. They followed him back to his house, shouting joyfully, seeing him as someone above mere mortals and deeply favored by the gods; they felt filled with courage and hope for the future.
When he had reduced his enemies to the last extremity for want of provision, he was forced to give them battle, in the plains near Saguntum, to hinder them from foraying, and plundering the country. Both parties fought gloriously. Memmius, the best commander in Pompey’s army, was slain in the heat of the battle. Sertorius over threw all before him, and with great slaughter of his enemies pressed forward towards Metellus. This old commander, making a resistance beyond what could be expected from one of his years, was wounded with a lance; an occurrence which filled all who either saw it or heard of it, with shame, to be thought to have left their general in distress, but at the same time it provoked them to revenge and fury against their enemies; they covered Metellus with their shields, and brought him off in safety, and then valiantly repulsed the Spaniards; and so victory changed sides, and Sertorius, that he might afford a more secure retreat to his army, and that fresh forces might more easily be raised, retired into a strong city in the mountains. And though it was the least of his intention to sustain a long siege, yet he began to repair the walls, and to fortify the gates, thus deluding his enemies, who came and sat down before the town, hoping to take it without much resistance; and meantime gave over the pursuit of the Spaniards, and allowed opportunity for raising new forces for Sertorius, to which purpose he had sent commanders to all their cities, with orders, when they had sufficiently increased their numbers, to send him word of it. This news he no sooner received, but he sallied out and forced his way through his enemies, and easily joined them with the rest of his army. And having received this considerable reinforcement, he set upon the Romans again, and by rapidly assaulting them, by alarming them on all sides, by ensnaring, circumventing, and laying ambushes for them, he cut off all provisions by land, while with his piratical vessels, he kept all the coast in awe, and hindered their supplies by sea. He thus forced the Roman generals to dislodge, and to separate from one another: Metellus departed into Gaul, and Pompey wintered among the Vaccaeans, in a wretched condition, where, being in extreme want of money, he wrote a letter to the senate, to let them know that if they did not speedily supply him, he must draw off his army; for he had already spent his own money in the defense of Italy. To these extremities, the chiefest and the most powerful commanders of the age were reduced by the skill of Sertorius; and it was the common opinion in Rome, that he would be in Italy before Pompey.
When he had brought his enemies to their last resort due to lack of supplies, he had to engage them in battle on the plains near Saguntum to stop them from raiding and pillaging the area. Both sides fought fiercely. Memmius, the top commander in Pompey’s army, was killed in the heat of battle. Sertorius pushed forward with great slaughter of his enemies as he advanced towards Metellus. This old commander, showing resilience beyond what one would expect at his age, was injured by a lance; this event shamed everyone who witnessed or heard about it, making them feel guilty for leaving their general in a tough spot, but it also fueled their desire for revenge against their foes. They shielded Metellus, helping him escape safely, and then bravely drove back the Spaniards. The tide of victory shifted, and Sertorius, looking to provide a safer retreat for his army and to raise fresh forces more easily, withdrew to a strong city in the mountains. Although he didn’t intend to hold out for a long siege, he started repairing the walls and fortifying the gates, tricking his enemies who came to surround the town, thinking they could take it easily; meanwhile, he halted the pursuit of the Spaniards, which allowed him the chance to gather new forces. He sent commanders to all their cities with orders to inform him once they had bolstered their numbers sufficiently. As soon as he got the news, he burst out and fought through his enemies, quickly rejoining the rest of his army. With this significant reinforcement, he attacked the Romans again, striking them rapidly, creating panic on all sides, ambushing them, and cutting off their land supplies, while his pirate ships kept control of the coast and disrupted their sea supplies. This forced the Roman generals to scatter; Metellus went to Gaul, and Pompey spent the winter among the Vaccaeans, in dire straits, where, in urgent need of funds, he wrote a letter to the senate to warn them that if they didn’t quickly provide him with support, he would have to disband his army, as he had already used his own money to defend Italy. The top commanders of the age were brought to these extremes by Sertorius’s skill, and it was widely believed in Rome that he would reach Italy before Pompey.
How far Metellus was terrified, and at what rate he esteemed him, he plainly declared, when he offered by proclamation a hundred talents, and twenty thousand acres of land, to any Roman that should kill him, and leave, if he were banished, to return; attempting villainously to buy his life by treachery, when he despaired of ever being able to overcome him in open war. And when once he gained the advantage in a battle against Sertorius, he was so pleased and transported with his good fortune, that he caused himself to be publicly proclaimed imperator; and all the cities which he visited received him with altars and sacrifices; he allowed himself, it is said, to have garlands placed on his head, and accepted sumptuous entertainments, at which he sat drinking in triumphal robes, while images and figures of victory were introduced by the motion of machines, bringing in with them crowns and trophies of gold to present to him, and companies of young men and women danced before him, and sang to him songs of joy and triumph. By all which he rendered himself deservedly ridiculous, for being so excessively delighted and puffed up with the thoughts of having followed one who was retiring of his own accord, and for having once had the better of him whom he used to call Sylla’s runaway slave, and his forces, the remnant of the defeated troops of Carbo.
How scared Metellus was, and how much he valued Sertorius, was clear when he publicly offered a reward of a hundred talents and twenty thousand acres of land to any Roman who killed him and allowed him to return if he was exiled. He was trying to cowardly buy his life through betrayal because he had lost hope of defeating him in open battle. When he finally won a battle against Sertorius, he was so thrilled by his luck that he had himself declared imperator. Every city he visited welcomed him with altars and sacrifices. It's said he let people put garlands on his head and enjoyed lavish feasts where he sat drinking in his triumphant robes while mechanical devices brought in images and figures of victory with crowns and trophies of gold for him. Groups of young men and women danced before him, singing songs of joy and triumph. Through all of this, he made himself look foolish for being so excessively excited and inflated by the idea of having outdone someone who was retreating voluntarily, and for once getting the better of the person he used to call Sulla's runaway slave, along with his remaining forces from the defeated troops of Carbo.
Sertorius, meantime, showed the loftiness of his temper in calling together all the Roman senators who had fled from Rome, and had come and resided with him, and giving them the name of a senate; and out of these he chose praetors and quaestors, and adorned his government with all the Roman laws and institutions. And though he made use of the arms, riches, and cities of the Spaniards, yet he would never, even in word, remit to them the imperial authority, but set Roman officers and commanders over them, intimating his purpose to restore liberty to the Romans, not to raise up the Spaniard’s power against them. For he was a sincere lover of his country, and had a great desire to return home; but in his adverse fortune he showed undaunted courage, and behaved himself towards his enemies in a manner free from all dejection and mean-spiritedness; and when he was in his prosperity, and in the height of his victories, he sent word to Metellus and Pompey, that he was ready to lay down his arms, and live a private life, if he were allowed to return home, declaring that he had rather live as the meanest citizen in Rome, than, exiled from it, be supreme commander of all other cities together. And it is thought that his great desire for his country was in no small measure promoted by the tenderness he had for his mother, under whom he was brought up after the death of his father, and upon whom he had placed his entire affection. And after that his friends had sent for him into Spain to be their general, as soon as he heard of his mother’s death, he had almost cast away himself and died for grief; for he lay seven days together continually in his tent, without giving the word, or being seen by the nearest of his friends; and when the chief commanders of the army, and persons of the greatest note came about his tent, with great difficulty they prevailed with him at last to come abroad, and speak to his soldiers, and to take upon him the management of affairs, which were in a prosperous condition. And thus, to many men’s judgment, he seemed to have been in himself of a mild and compassionate temper, and naturally given to ease and quietness, and to have accepted of the command of military forces contrary to his own inclination, and not being able to live in safety otherwise, to have been driven by his enemies to have recourse to arms, and to espouse the wars as a necessary guard for the defense of his person.
Sertorius, meanwhile, demonstrated his noble character by gathering all the Roman senators who had fled from Rome and come to live with him, calling them a senate. From this group, he selected praetors and quaestors, and structured his government according to all Roman laws and institutions. Although he utilized the weapons, wealth, and cities of the Spaniards, he never even hinted at surrendering imperial authority to them. Instead, he appointed Roman officials and commanders to oversee them, indicating his goal to restore freedom to the Romans, not to empower the Spaniards against them. He was a genuine patriot with a strong desire to return home; even in difficult times, he displayed remarkable courage and treated his enemies without any signs of despair or cowardice. During his success and peak victories, he informed Metellus and Pompey that he was willing to lay down his arms and live a private life if he could return home, stating that he would prefer to be the lowest citizen in Rome than to be the supreme commander of other cities while in exile. His deep love for his country was likely significantly influenced by the affection he had for his mother, under whom he was raised after his father’s death and to whom he devoted his entire love. After his friends invited him to Spain to be their general, he nearly succumbed to grief upon hearing of his mother’s death; he spent seven consecutive days in his tent without giving orders or being seen by his closest friends. When the top commanders of the army and notable individuals gathered around his tent, they finally persuaded him with great effort to emerge, speak to his soldiers, and take charge of affairs, which were going well. Thus, many believed he had a gentle and compassionate nature, naturally inclined towards peace and quiet, and that he accepted military leadership against his own will, compelled by his enemies to resort to arms for his personal defense.
His negotiations with king Mithridates further argue the greatness of his mind. For when Mithridates, recovering himself from his overthrow by Sylla, like a strong wrestler that gets up to try another fall, was again endeavoring to reestablish his power in Asia, at this time the great fame of Sertorius was celebrated in all places and when the merchants who came out of the western parts of Europe, bringing these, as it were, among their other foreign wares, had filled the kingdom of Pontus with their stories of his exploits in war, Mithridates was extremely desirous to send an embassy to him, being also highly encouraged to it by the boastings of his flattering courtiers, who, comparing Mithridates to Pyrrhus, and Sertorius to Hannibal, professed that the Romans would never be able to make any considerable resistance against such great forces, and such admirable commanders, when they should be set upon on both sides at once, on one by the most warlike general, and on the other by the most powerful prince in existence.
His negotiations with King Mithridates further highlight his intellect. After Mithridates, recovering from his defeat by Sylla, like a determined wrestler getting back up for another round, was trying to restore his power in Asia, Sertorius was gaining great fame everywhere. Merchants from Western Europe, bringing stories of Sertorius’s military exploits along with their other goods, filled the kingdom of Pontus with tales of his achievements. Mithridates was very eager to send an embassy to him, especially encouraged by the flattery of his courtiers who compared Mithridates to Pyrrhus and Sertorius to Hannibal. They claimed that the Romans would never be able to mount a significant defense against such formidable forces and exceptional leaders when they were attacked from both sides at once—one by the most battle-hardened general and the other by the most powerful king alive.
Accordingly, Mithridates sends ambassadors into Spain to Sertorius with letters and instructions, and commission to promise ships and money towards the charge of the war, if Sertorius would confirm his pretensions upon Asia, and authorize him to possess all that he had surrendered to the Romans in his treaty with Sylla. Sertorius summoned a full council which he called a senate, where, when others joyfully approved of the conditions, and were desirous immediately to accept of his offer, seeing that he desired nothing of them but a name, and an empty title to places not in their power to dispose of, in recompense of which they should be supplied with what they then stood most in need of, Sertorius would by no means agree to it; declaring that he was willing that king Mithridates should exercise all royal power and authority over Bithynia and Cappadocia, countries accustomed to a monarchical government, and not belonging to Rome, but he could never consent that he should seize or detain a province, which, by the justest right and title, was possessed by the Romans, which Mithridates had formerly taken away from them, and had afterwards lost in open war to Fimbria, and quitted upon a treaty of peace with Sylla. For he looked upon it as his duty to enlarge the Roman possessions by his conquering arms, and not to increase his own power by the diminution of the Roman territories. Since a noble-minded man, though he willingly accepts of victory when it comes with honor, will never so much as endeavor to save his own life upon any dishonorable terms.
Mithridates sent ambassadors to Sertorius in Spain with letters and instructions, promising ships and money to support the war if Sertorius would back his claims in Asia and allow him to keep all that he had given up to the Romans in his treaty with Sylla. Sertorius called a full council, which he referred to as a senate. While others happily supported the terms and were eager to accept his offer, seeing that he wanted nothing from them but a name and an empty title for regions they couldn't control in exchange for what they desperately needed, Sertorius refused to agree. He declared that he was fine with Mithridates exercising full royal power over Bithynia and Cappadocia, regions used to having a monarchy and not part of Rome, but he could never agree to allow him to seize or hold on to a province that rightfully belonged to the Romans. Mithridates had previously taken it from them and had later lost it in open conflict with Fimbria, then gave it up in a peace treaty with Sylla. Sertorius believed it was his duty to expand Roman territory through his conquests, not to boost his own power at the expense of Roman land. A noble-minded person, while willing to accept victory when it comes honorably, would never try to save his own life through dishonorable means.
When this was related to Mithridates, he was struck with amazement, and said to his intimate friends, “What will Sertorius enjoin us to do when he comes to be seated in the Palatium in Rome, who at present, when he is driven out to the borders of the Atlantic sea, sets bounds to our kingdoms in the east, and threatens us with war, if we attempt the recovery of Asia?” However, they solemnly, upon oath, concluded a league between them, upon these terms: that Mithridates should enjoy the free possession of Cappadocia and Bithynia, and that Sertorius should send him soldiers, and a general for his army, in recompense of which the king was to supply him with three thousand talents and forty ships. Marcus Marius, a Roman senator who had quitted Rome to follow Sertorius, was sent general into Asia, in company with whom when Mithridates had reduced divers of the Asian cities, Marius made his entrance with rods and axes carried before him, and Mithridates followed in the second place, voluntarily waiting upon him. Some of these cities he set at liberty, and others he freed from taxes, signifying to them that these privileges were granted to them by the favor of Sertorius, and hereby Asia, which had been miserably tormented by the revenue-farmers, and oppressed by the insolent pride and covetousness of the soldiers, began to rise again to new hopes, and to look forward with joy to the expected change of government.
When Mithridates heard this, he was amazed and said to his close friends, “What will Sertorius command us to do when he takes his place in the Palatium in Rome? Right now, while he is pushed back to the edges of the Atlantic, he sets limits on our kingdoms in the east and threatens us with war if we try to reclaim Asia.” They then solemnly swore an oath to form a pact, agreeing that Mithridates would have full control over Cappadocia and Bithynia, and in return, Sertorius would send him soldiers and a general for his army. In exchange, the king would provide him with three thousand talents and forty ships. Marcus Marius, a Roman senator who had left Rome to follow Sertorius, was appointed general to Asia. When Mithridates successfully took several Asian cities, Marius entered with rods and axes carried before him, and Mithridates followed behind, willingly attending him. He liberated some of these cities and exempted others from taxes, telling them that these privileges were granted by Sertorius's favor. Consequently, Asia, which had suffered under corrupt tax collectors and the arrogant greed of soldiers, began to regain hope and look forward joyfully to a change in government.
But in Spain, the senators about Sertorius, and others of the nobility, finding themselves strong enough for their enemies, no sooner laid aside fear, but their minds were possessed by envy and irrational jealousies of Sertorius’s power. And chiefly Perpenna, elevated by the thoughts of his noble birth, and carried away with a fond ambition of commanding the army, threw out villainous discourses in private amongst his acquaintance. “What evil genius,” he would say, “hurries us perpetually from worse to worse? We who disdained to obey the dictates of Sylla, the ruler of sea and land, and thus to live at home in peace and quiet, are come hither to our destruction, hoping to enjoy our liberty, and have made ourselves slaves of our own accord, and are become the contemptible guards and attendants of the banished Sertorius, who, that he may expose us the further, gives us name that renders us ridiculous to all that hear it, and calls us the Senate, when at the same time he makes us undergo as much hard labor, and forces us to be as subject to his haughty commands and insolences, as any Spaniards and Lusitanians.” With these mutinous discourses, he seduced them; and though the greater number could not be led into open rebellion against Sertorius, fearing his power, they were prevailed with to endeavor to destroy his interest secretly. For by abusing the Lusitanians and Spaniards, by inflicting severe punishments upon them, by raising exorbitant taxes, and by pretending that all this was done by the strict command of Sertorius, they caused great troubles, and made many cities to revolt; and those who were sent to mitigate and heal these differences, did rather exasperate them, and increase the number of his enemies, and left them at their return more obstinate and rebellious than they found them. And Sertorius, incensed with all this, now so far forgot his former clemency and goodness, as to lay hands on the sons of the Spaniards, educated in the city of Oscar and, contrary to all justice, he cruelly put some of them to death, and sold others.
But in Spain, the senators and other nobles discussing Sertorius, feeling strong enough against their enemies, quickly dropped their fear and became consumed by envy and irrational jealousy over Sertorius's power. Chiefly, Perpenna, proud of his noble lineage and driven by a foolish ambition to lead the army, spread vile rumors among his friends. “What bad luck,” he would say, “consistently drives us from one disaster to another? We who refused to follow Sylla, the ruler of land and sea, and chose to live peacefully at home, have come here to face our doom, thinking we would attain freedom, only to make ourselves willingly enslaved, becoming the pathetic servants and guards of the exiled Sertorius, who, to further humiliate us, calls us the Senate, while making us endure as much hard labor and forcing us to submit to his arrogant commands and insults, just like any Spaniards and Lusitanians.” With these rebellious words, he convinced them; and although most couldn't openly rebel against Sertorius due to fear of his power, they were encouraged to secretly undermine his influence. By mistreating the Lusitanians and Spaniards, imposing harsh punishments, raising excessive taxes, and claiming that all of this was at Sertorius's strict command, they stirred up significant unrest and caused many cities to revolt. Those sent to resolve these issues only aggravated them, increasing his enemies and returning with the situation even more stubborn and rebellious than before. Infuriated by all this, Sertorius now forgot his previous kindness and compassion, taking action against the sons of the Spaniards raised in the city of Oscar, and unjustly executed some of them while selling others into slavery.
In the meantime, Perpenna, having increased the number of his conspirators, drew in Manlius, a commander in the army, who, at that time being attached to a youth, to gain his affections the more, discovered the confederacy to him, bidding him neglect others, and be constant to him alone; who, in a few days, was to be a person of great power and authority. But the youth having a greater inclination for Aufidius, disclosed all to him, which much surprised and amazed him. For he was also one of the confederacy, but knew not that Manlius was anyways engaged in it; but when the youth began to name Perpenna, Gracinus, and others, whom he knew very well to be sworn conspirators, he was very much terrified and astonished; but made light of it to the youth, and bade him not regard what Manlius said, a vain boasting fellow. However, he went presently to Perpenna, and giving him notice of the danger they were in, and of the shortness of their time, desired him immediately to put their designs in execution. And when all the confederates had consented to it, they provided a messenger who brought feigned letters to Sertorius, in which he had notice of a victory obtained, it said, by one of his lieutenants, and of the great slaughter of his enemies; and as Sertorius, being extremely well pleased, was sacrificing and giving thanks to the gods for his prosperous success, Perpenna invited him, and those with him, who were also of the conspiracy, to an entertainment, and being very importunate, prevailed with him to come. At all suppers and entertainments where Sertorius was present, great order and decency was wont to be observed, for he would not endure to hear or see any thing that was rude or unhandsome, but made it the habit of all who kept his company, to entertain themselves with quiet and inoffensive amusements. But in the middle of this entertainment, those who sought occasion to quarrel, fell into dissolute discourse openly, and making as if they were very drunk, committed many insolences on purpose to provoke him. Sertorius, being offended with their ill behavior, or perceiving the state of their minds by their way of speaking and their unusually disrespectful manner, changed the posture of his lying, and leaned backward, as one that neither heard nor regarded them. Perpenna now took a cup full of wine, and, as he was drinking, let it fall out of his hand and make a noise, which was the sign agreed upon amongst them; and Antonius, who was next to Sertorius, immediately wounded him with his sword. And whilst Sertorius, upon receiving the wound, turned himself, and strove to get up, Antonius threw himself upon his breast, and held both his hands, so that he died by a number of blows, without being able even to defend himself.
In the meantime, Perpenna, having increased the number of his conspirators, brought in Manlius, a commander in the army, who, at that time being involved with a young man, revealed the conspiracy to him to win his favor, urging him to ignore everyone else and stay loyal to him alone; this young man was soon to become very powerful and influential. But the young man, having a stronger bond with Aufidius, shared everything with him, which surprised and shocked Aufidius. He was also part of the conspiracy but had no idea that Manlius was involved. When the young man started naming Perpenna, Gracinus, and others he knew were sworn conspirators, Aufidius became extremely frightened and astonished but brushed it off to the young man, telling him not to pay attention to what Manlius said, calling him a boastful fool. However, he quickly went to Perpenna and warned him about their precarious situation and the urgency of their timeline, asking him to execute their plans immediately. Once all the conspirators agreed, they arranged for a messenger to deliver fake letters to Sertorius, claiming that one of his lieutenants had achieved a victory and caused significant enemy casualties. Delighted by the news, Sertorius was making sacrifices and thanking the gods for his success when Perpenna invited him and the others in on the conspiracy to a feast, insisting so much that he eventually convinced Sertorius to participate. At all dinners and gatherings where Sertorius was present, there was always a sense of order and decorum, as he could not tolerate disrespectful or rude behavior and encouraged a calm and pleasant atmosphere among his company. However, during this particular gathering, some people looking for trouble began to engage in inappropriate conversations and pretended to be very drunk, intentionally provoking him with their antics. Offended by their behavior or sensing their disrespect through their speech and actions, Sertorius adjusted his posture, leaning back as if he was ignoring them. At this moment, Perpenna grabbed a cup full of wine, and as he drank, he let it slip from his hand, making a loud noise, which was the signal they had agreed upon. Antonius, sitting next to Sertorius, immediately stabbed him with his sword. As Sertorius turned to get up after being wounded, Antonius lunged at him, holding him down so that he died from multiple blows without being able to defend himself.
Upon the first news of his death, most of the Spaniards left the conspirators, and sent ambassadors to Pompey and Metellus, and yielded themselves up to them. Perpenna attempted to do something with those that remained, but he made only so much use of Sertorius’s arms and preparations for war, as to disgrace himself in them, and to let it be evident to all, that he understood no more how to command, than he knew how to obey; and when he came against Pompey, he was soon overthrown, and taken prisoner. Neither did he bear this last affliction with any bravery, but having Sertorius’s papers and writings in his hands, he offered to show Pompey letters from persons of consular dignity, and of the highest quality in Rome, written with their own hands, expressly to call Sertorius into Italy, and to let him know what great numbers there were that earnestly desired to alter the present state of affairs, and to introduce another manner of government. Upon this occasion, Pompey behaved not like a youth, or one of a light inconsiderate mind, but as a man of a confirmed, mature, and solid judgment; and so freed Rome from great fears and dangers of change. For he put all Sertorius’s writings and letters together and read not one of them, nor suffered anyone else to read them, but burnt them all, and caused Perpenna immediately to be put to death, lest by discovering their names, further troubles and revolutions might ensue.
When news of his death first broke, most of the Spaniards abandoned the conspirators and sent envoys to Pompey and Metellus, surrendering to them. Perpenna tried to rally those who remained, but he only misused Sertorius's arms and war preparations, embarrassing himself in the process and making it clear to everyone that he didn’t know how to command any better than he knew how to obey. When he faced Pompey, he was quickly defeated and captured. He didn't handle this latest misfortune bravely; with Sertorius's papers and writings in his hands, he offered to show Pompey letters from high-ranking Roman officials, written in their own handwriting, specifically inviting Sertorius to Italy and expressing how many wanted to change the current political situation and establish a different government. In response, Pompey acted not like a reckless youth, but as a man with strong, matured judgment, freeing Rome from significant fears and threats of upheaval. He gathered all of Sertorius's writings and letters, didn’t read a single one, didn't allow anyone else to read them either, but burned them all. He also ordered Perpenna's immediate execution to prevent any potential trouble or revolutions that might result from revealing the names within.
Of the rest of the conspirators with Perpenna, some were taken and slain by the command of Pompey, others fled into Africa, and were set upon by the Moors, and run through with their darts; and in a short time, not one of them was left alive, except only Aufidius, the rival of Manlius, who, hiding himself, or not being much inquired after, died an old man, in an obscure village in Spain, in extreme poverty, and hated by all.
Of the other conspirators with Perpenna, some were captured and killed by Pompey’s orders, while others escaped to Africa, where the Moors attacked them, taking them down with their javelins. Before long, not a single one of them was left alive, except for Aufidius, who was Manlius’s rival. He hid away, or perhaps he just wasn’t really sought after, and eventually died an old man in a little-known village in Spain, living in extreme poverty and despised by everyone.
EUMENES
Duris reports that Eumenes, the Cardian, was the son of a poor wagoner in the Thracian Chersonesus, yet liberally educated, both as a scholar and a soldier; and that while he was but young, Philip, passing through Cardia, diverted himself with a sight of the wrestling-matches and other exercises of the youth of that place, among whom Eumenes performing with success, and showing signs of intelligence and bravery, Philip was so pleased with him, as to take him into his service. But they seem to speak more probably, who tell us that Philip advanced Eumenes for the friendship he bore to his father, whose guest he had sometime been. After the death of Philip, he continued in the service of Alexander, with the title of his principal secretary, but in as great favor as the most intimate of his familiars, being esteemed as wise and faithful as any person about him, so that he went with troops under his immediate command as general in the expedition against India, and succeeded to the post of Perdiccas, when Perdiccas was advanced to that of Hephaestion, then newly deceased. And therefore, after the death of Alexander, when Neoptolemus, who had been captain of his lifeguard, said that he had followed Alexander with shield and spear, but Eumenes only with pen and paper, the Macedonians laughed at him, as knowing very well that, besides other marks of favor, the king had done him the honor to make him a kind of kinsman to himself by marriage. For Alexander’s first mistress in Asia, by whom he had his son Hercules, was Barsine the daughter of Artabazus; and in the distribution of the Persian ladies amongst his captains, Alexander gave Apame, one of her sisters, to Ptolemy, and another, also called Barsine, to Eumenes.
Duris reports that Eumenes, from Cardia, was the son of a poor wagon driver in the Thracian Chersonesus, but he was well educated as both a scholar and a soldier. When he was still young, Philip passed through Cardia and enjoyed watching the wrestling matches and other athletic events of the local youth. Eumenes performed well and displayed signs of intelligence and bravery, which impressed Philip so much that he took him into his service. However, it’s also likely that Philip promoted Eumenes out of friendship for his father, who had once been a guest of Philip’s. After Philip's death, Eumenes continued to serve Alexander as his chief secretary and was highly regarded, being considered as wise and loyal as anyone around him. He commanded troops in the campaign against India and took over the position of Perdiccas when Perdiccas was promoted to the role held by the recently deceased Hephaestion. Therefore, after Alexander’s death, when Neoptolemus, who had been in charge of his bodyguards, claimed that he had followed Alexander into battle with shield and spear, while Eumenes had only followed with pen and paper, the Macedonians laughed at him, fully aware that, among other honors, the king had made Eumenes a sort of relative by marriage. Alexander’s first mistress in Asia, who bore him his son Hercules, was Barsine, the daughter of Artabazus. When distributing the Persian women among his captains, Alexander gave Apame, one of her sisters, to Ptolemy, and another sister, also named Barsine, to Eumenes.
Notwithstanding, he frequently incurred Alexander’s displeasure, and put himself into some danger, through Hephaestion. The quarters that had been taken up for Eumenes, Hephaestion assigned to Euius, the flute-player. Upon which, in great anger, Eumenes and Mentor came to Alexander, and loudly complained, saying that the way to be regarded was to throw away their arms, and turn flute-players or tragedians; so much so that Alexander took their part and chid Hephaestion; but soon after changed his mind again, and was angry with Eumenes, and accounted the freedom he had taken to be rather an affront to the king, than a reflection upon Hephaestion. Afterwards, when Nearchus, with a fleet, was to be sent to the Southern Sea, Alexander borrowed money of his friends, his own treasury being exhausted, and would have had three hundred talents of Eumenes, but he sent a hundred only, pretending; that it was not without great difficulty he had raised so much from his stewards. Alexander neither complained nor took the money, but gave private order to set Eumenes’s tent on fire, designing to take him in a manifest lie, when his money was carried out. But before that could be done, the tent was consumed, and Alexander repented of his orders, all his papers being burnt; the gold and silver, however, which was melted down in the fire, being afterwards collected, was found to be more than one thousand talents; yet Alexander took none of it, and only wrote to the several governors and generals to send new copies of the papers that were burnt, and ordered them to be delivered to Eumenes.
However, he often annoyed Alexander and put himself in danger because of Hephaestion. The quarters that had been assigned to Eumenes were given to Euius, the flute player, by Hephaestion. In a fit of anger, Eumenes and Mentor approached Alexander and loudly complained, saying that if they wanted to be respected, they might as well give up their weapons and become flute players or actors. Alexander sided with them and scolded Hephaestion; but soon after, he changed his mind again and was angry with Eumenes, thinking his boldness was more of an offense to the king than a slight against Hephaestion. Later, when Nearchus was to be sent with a fleet to the Southern Sea, Alexander borrowed money from his friends since his own treasury was empty. He intended to get three hundred talents from Eumenes, but only sent a hundred, pretending that it had been very difficult to raise even that much from his stewards. Alexander neither complained nor accepted the money but secretly ordered that Eumenes's tent be set on fire, planning to catch him in a lie when his money was taken out. But before that could happen, the tent burned down, and Alexander regretted his orders, as all his papers were destroyed. The gold and silver that melted in the fire, when collected later, amounted to over a thousand talents; however, Alexander took none of it and simply wrote to the various governors and generals to send new copies of the burned documents, instructing them to deliver them to Eumenes.
Another difference happened between him and Hephaestion concerning a gift, and a great deal of ill language passed between them, yet Eumenes still continued in favor. But Hephaestion dying soon after, the king, in his grief, presuming all those that differed with Hephaestion in his lifetime were now rejoicing at his death, showed much harshness and severity in his behavior with them, especially towards Eumenes, whom he often upbraided with his quarrels and ill language to Hephaestion. But he, being a wise and dexterous courtier, made advantage of what had done him prejudice, and struck in with the king’s passion for glorifying his friend’s memory, suggesting various plans to do him honor, and contributing largely and readily towards erecting his monument.
Another conflict arose between him and Hephaestion over a gift, leading to a lot of harsh words exchanged between them, but Eumenes still managed to stay in the king's good graces. However, after Hephaestion died soon after, the king, filled with grief and believing that anyone who had disagreed with Hephaestion while he was alive was now celebrating his death, acted very harshly towards them, especially Eumenes, whom he frequently criticized for his arguments and harsh words against Hephaestion. But Eumenes, being a clever and skillful courtier, turned the situation to his advantage; he aligned himself with the king’s desire to honor his friend’s memory, proposing various ways to pay tribute to him and generously contributing to the construction of his monument.
After Alexander’s death, when the quarrel broke out between the troops of the phalanx and the officers, his companions, Eumenes, though in his judgment he inclined to the latter, yet in his professions stood neuter, as if he thought it unbecoming him, who was a stranger, to interpose in the private quarrels of the Macedonians. And when the rest of Alexander’s friends left Babylon, he stayed behind, and did much to pacify the foot-soldiers, and to dispose them towards an accommodation. And when the officers had agreed among themselves, and, recovering from the first disorder, proceeded to share out the several commands and provinces, they made Eumenes governor of Cappadocia and Paphlagonia, and all the coast upon the Pontic Sea as far as Trebizond, which at that time was not subject to the Macedonians, for Ariarathes kept it as king, but Leonnatus and Antigonus, with a large army, were to put him in possession of it. Antigonus, already filled with hopes of his own, and despising all men, took no notice of Perdiccas’s letters; but Leonnatus with his army came down into Phrygia to the service of Eumenes. But being visited by Hecataeus, the tyrant of the Cardians, and requested rather to relieve Antipater and the Macedonians that were besieged in Lamia, he resolved upon that expedition, inviting Eumenes to a share in it, and endeavoring to reconcile him to Hecataeus. For there was an hereditary feud between them, arising out of political differences, and Eumenes had more than once been known to denounce Hecataeus as a tyrant, and to exhort Alexander to restore the Cardians their liberty. Therefore at this time, also, he declined the expedition proposed, pretending that he feared lest Antipater, who already hated him, should for that reason and to gratify Hecataeus, kill him. Leonnatus so far believed, as to impart to Eumenes his whole design, which, as he had pretended and given out, was to aid Antipater, but in truth was to seize the kingdom of Macedon; and he showed him letters from Cleopatra, in which, it appeared, she invited him to Pella, with promises to marry him. But Eumenes, whether fearing Antipater, or looking upon Leonnatus as a rash, headstrong, and unsafe man, stole away from him by night, taking with him all his men, namely, three hundred horse, and two hundred of his own servants armed, and all his gold, to the value of five thousand talents of silver, and fled to Perdiccas, discovered to him Leonnatus’s design, and thus gained great interest with him, and was made of the council. Soon after, Perdiccas, with a great army, which he led himself, conducted Eumenes into Cappadocia, and, having taken Ariarathes prisoner, and subdued the whole country, declared him governor of it. He accordingly proceeded to dispose of the chief cities among his own friends, and made captains of garrisons, judges, receivers, and other officers, of such as he thought fit himself, Perdiccas not at all interposing. Eumenes, however, still continued to attend upon Perdiccas, both out of respect to him, and a desire not to be absent from the royal family.
After Alexander’s death, when a conflict erupted between the phalanx troops and the officers, his companion Eumenes, while leaning towards supporting the officers, chose to remain neutral, thinking it inappropriate as a foreigner to get involved in the private disputes of the Macedonians. When the rest of Alexander’s friends left Babylon, he stayed behind, working hard to calm the infantry and encourage them towards a compromise. Once the officers reached an agreement among themselves and, recovering from the initial chaos, began distributing the various commands and territories, they appointed Eumenes as governor of Cappadocia, Paphlagonia, and all the coastline along the Pontic Sea up to Trebizond, which at that time was not under Macedonian control, as Ariarathes held it as king. However, Leonnatus and Antigonus, with a large army, were set to put him in power there. Antigonus, consumed by his own ambitions and dismissive of everyone else, ignored Perdiccas’s letters, but Leonnatus came down into Phrygia to support Eumenes with his army. When Hecataeus, the tyrant of the Cardians, approached him and requested help for Antipater and the Macedonians trapped in Lamia, Leonnatus decided to take on that mission and invited Eumenes to participate, trying to reconcile him with Hecataeus. There was a long-standing feud between them due to political disagreements, and Eumenes had previously denounced Hecataeus as a tyrant and urged Alexander to grant the Cardians their freedom. Therefore, he declined the proposed mission, claiming he feared that Antipater, who already disliked him, might kill him to appease Hecataeus. Leonnatus trusted him enough to share his entire plan with Eumenes, which he said was to assist Antipater but was actually about seizing the Macedonian throne; he even showed Eumenes letters from Cleopatra inviting him to Pella with promises of marriage. Whether out of fear of Antipater or considering Leonnatus reckless and unreliable, Eumenes slipped away from him at night, taking all his men—three hundred cavalry and two hundred armed servants—and all his gold worth five thousand talents of silver, fleeing to Perdiccas. He revealed Leonnatus's scheme to Perdiccas, thereby earning significant favor and a seat on the council. Shortly after, Perdiccas led a large army, taking Eumenes into Cappadocia, where they captured Ariarathes and subdued the entire region, appointing Eumenes as its governor. He then set about assigning key cities to his allies and appointed commanders, judges, treasurers, and other officials he deemed appropriate, with Perdiccas not interfering at all. However, Eumenes continued to attend to Perdiccas out of respect and a desire to stay close to the royal family.
But Perdiccas, believing he was able enough to attain his own further objects without assistance, and that the country he left behind him might stand in need of an active and faithful governor, when he came into Cilicia, dismissed Eumenes, under color of sending him to his command, but in truth to secure Armenia, which was on its frontier, and was unsettled through the practices of Neoptolemus. Him, a proud and vain man, Eumenes exerted himself to gain by personal attentions; but to balance the Macedonian foot, whom he found insolent and self-willed, he contrived to raise an army of horse, excusing from tax and contribution all those of the country that were able to serve on horseback, and buying up a number of horses, which he distributed among such of his own men as he most confided in, stimulating the courage of his new soldiers by gifts and honors, and inuring their bodies to service, by frequent marching and exercising; so that the Macedonians were some of them astonished, others overjoyed, to see that in so short a time he had got together a body of no less than six thousand three hundred horsemen.
But Perdiccas, thinking he could achieve his goals without help and that the area he left behind needed an active and reliable governor, when he arrived in Cilicia, dismissed Eumenes, pretending to send him to his command, but really to secure Armenia, which was on the border and unsettled due to Neoptolemus's actions. Eumenes worked hard to win over Neoptolemus, a proud and vain man, with personal attention; however, to balance the Macedonian infantry, whom he found arrogant and stubborn, he managed to raise a cavalry force, exempting from taxes and contributions all local men able to serve on horseback, and purchasing a number of horses, which he distributed among the men he trusted most, boosting the courage of his new soldiers with rewards and honors, and toughening them up through regular marching and training. As a result, the Macedonians were either astonished or overjoyed to see that in such a short time he had gathered a force of no less than six thousand three hundred horsemen.
But when Craterus and Antipater, having subdued the Greeks, advanced into Asia, with intentions to quell the power of Perdiccas, and were reported to design an invasion of Cappadocia, Perdiccas, resolving himself to march against Ptolemy, made Eumenes commander-in-chief of all the forces of Armenia and Cappadocia, and to that purpose wrote letters, requiring Alcetas and Neoptolemus to be obedient to Eumenes, and giving full commission to Eumenes to dispose and order all things as he thought fit. Alcetas flatly refused to serve, because his Macedonians, he said, were ashamed to fight against Antipater, and loved Craterus so well, they were ready to receive him for their commander. Neoptolemus designed treachery against Eumenes, but was discovered; and being summoned, refused to obey, and put himself in a posture of defense. Here Eumenes first found the benefit of his own foresight and contrivance, for his foot being beaten, he routed Neoptolemus with his horse, and took all his baggage; and coming up with his whole force upon the phalanx while broken and disordered in its flight, obliged the men to lay down their arms, and take an oath to serve under him. Neoptolemus, with some few stragglers whom he rallied, fled to Craterus and Antipater. From them had come an embassy to Eumenes, inviting him over to their side, offering to secure him in his present government and to give him additional command, both of men and of territory, with the advantage of gaining his enemy Antipater to become his friend, and keeping Craterus his friend from turning to be his enemy. To which Eumenes replied, that he could not so suddenly be reconciled to his old enemy Antipater, especially at a time when he saw him use his friends like enemies, but was ready to reconcile Craterus to Perdiccas, upon any just and equitable terms; but in case of any aggression, he would resist the injustice to his last breath, and would rather lose his life than betray his word.
But when Craterus and Antipater, having defeated the Greeks, moved into Asia to challenge Perdiccas's power and were rumored to plan an attack on Cappadocia, Perdiccas decided to march against Ptolemy. He appointed Eumenes as the commander-in-chief of all the forces in Armenia and Cappadocia. To that end, he wrote letters instructing Alcetas and Neoptolemus to obey Eumenes and gave Eumenes full authority to organize and manage everything as he saw fit. Alcetas outright refused to serve, saying his Macedonians were ashamed to fight against Antipater and preferred Craterus, being willing to have him as their commander. Neoptolemus plotted against Eumenes but was caught. When summoned, he refused to comply and prepared to defend himself. Here, Eumenes first saw the advantage of his own foresight and planning, as his foot soldiers were outmatched, yet he defeated Neoptolemus with his cavalry and captured all his supplies. When he engaged his full force against the disorganized phalanx in flight, he forced the men to surrender their arms and swear an oath to serve under him. Neoptolemus, with a few stragglers he managed to regroup, fled to Craterus and Antipater. They had sent an envoy to Eumenes, inviting him to join them, promising to secure his current position and grant him additional command over more troops and territory, while also persuading him to win Antipater as an ally and keep Craterus from becoming his enemy. Eumenes replied that he couldn't so quickly reconcile with his old enemy Antipater, especially when he saw him treating his friends like foes. However, he was open to reconciling Craterus with Perdiccas on fair terms; and if any aggression occurred, he would resist injustice to his last breath, preferring to die rather than betray his word.
Antipater, receiving this answer, took time to consider upon the whole matter; when Neoptolemus arrived from his defeat, and acquainted them with the ill success of his arms, and urged them to give him assistance, to come, both of them, if possible, but Craterus at any rate, for the Macedonians loved him so excessively, that if they saw but his hat, or heard his voice, they would all pass over in a body with their arms. And in truth, Craterus had a mighty name among them, and the soldiers after Alexander’s death were extremely fond of him, remembering how he had often for their sakes incurred Alexander’s displeasure, doing his best to withhold him when he began to follow the Persian fashions, and always maintaining the customs of his country, when, through pride and luxuriousness, they began to be disregarded. Craterus, therefore, sent on Antipater into Cilicia, and himself and Neoptolemus marched with a large division of the army against Eumenes; expecting to come upon him unawares, and to find his army disordered with reveling after the late victory. Now that Eumenes should suspect his coming, and be prepared to receive him, is an argument of his vigilance, but not perhaps a proof of any extraordinary sagacity, but that he should contrive both to conceal from his enemies the disadvantages of his position, and from his own men whom they were to fight with, so that he led them on against Craterus himself, without their knowing that he commanded the enemy, this, indeed, seems to show peculiar address and skill in the general. He gave out that Neoptolemus and Pigres were approaching with some Cappadocian and Paphlagonian horse. And at night, having resolved on marching, he fell asleep, and had an extraordinary dream. For he thought he saw two Alexanders ready to engage, each commanding his several phalanx, the one assisted by Minerva, the other by Ceres; and that after a hot dispute, he on whose side Minerva was, was beaten, and Ceres, gathering ears of corn, wove them into a crown for the victor. This vision Eumenes interpreted at once as boasting success to himself, who was to fight for a fruitful country, and at that very time covered with the young ears, the whole being sowed with corn, and the fields so thick with it, that they made a beautiful show of a long peace. And he was further emboldened, when he understood that the enemy’s pass-word was Minerva and Alexander. Accordingly he also gave out as his, Ceres and Alexander, and gave his men orders to make garlands for themselves, and to dress their arms with wreaths of corn. He found himself under many temptations to discover to his captains and officers whom they were to engage with, and not to conceal a secret of such moment in his own breast alone, yet he kept to his first resolutions, and ventured to run the hazard of his own judgment.
Antipater, upon receiving this response, took time to think the whole situation over; then Neoptolemus showed up after his defeat and informed them about his unsuccessful campaign, urging them to help him, asking both of them to come if possible, but especially Craterus, since the Macedonians loved him so much that just seeing his hat or hearing his voice would make them all join him with their weapons. In fact, Craterus was very well regarded among them, and after Alexander’s death, the soldiers were particularly fond of him, recalling how he had often risked Alexander's anger to keep him from adopting Persian customs, always upholding their own traditions when pride and luxury started to take over. So, Craterus sent Antipater ahead into Cilicia, while he and Neoptolemus led a large part of the army against Eumenes, hoping to catch him off guard, expecting to find his troops disorganized from celebrating their recent victory. The fact that Eumenes suspected their approach and got ready to meet them shows his vigilance, though it might not necessarily indicate extraordinary cleverness. However, the way he managed to keep his enemies unaware of his weaknesses and made sure his own troops didn’t know they were fighting Craterus’s forces does demonstrate particular skill and strategy. He spread word that Neoptolemus and Pigres were coming with some Cappadocian and Paphlagonian cavalry. That night, as he planned to march, he fell asleep and had a remarkable dream. He thought he saw two Alexanders preparing for battle, each leading their own phalanx—one supported by Minerva and the other by Ceres. After a fierce struggle, the one backed by Minerva was defeated, and Ceres, harvesting ears of corn, made a crown for the victor. Eumenes immediately interpreted this dream as a sign of success for himself, who was about to fight for a fertile land currently bursting with young grain, making the fields look beautiful and symbolizing lasting peace. He felt even more encouraged when he learned that the enemy's password was Minerva and Alexander, so he decided his own password would be Ceres and Alexander, instructing his men to make garlands and decorate their armor with corn wreaths. He faced many temptations to reveal to his captains and officers who they would be fighting against and not keep such an important secret to himself, yet he stuck to his original plan and decided to trust his instincts.
When he came to give battle, he would not trust any Macedonian to engage Craterus, but appointed two troops of foreign horse, commanded by Pharnabazus, son to Artabazus, and Phoenix of Tenedos, with order to charge as soon as ever they saw the enemy, without giving them leisure to speak or retire, or receiving any herald or trumpet from them. For he was exceedingly afraid about his Macedonians, lest, if they found out Craterus to be there, they should go over to his side. He himself, with three hundred of his best horse, led the right wing against Neoptolemus. When having passed a little hill they came in view, and were seen advancing with more than ordinary briskness, Craterus was amazed, and bitterly reproached Neoptolemus for deceiving him with hopes of the Macedonians’ revolt, but he encouraged his men to do bravely, and forthwith charged. The first engagement was very fierce, and the spears being soon broken to pieces, they came to close fighting with their swords; and here Craterus did by no means dishonor Alexander, but slew many of his enemies, and repulsed many assaults, but at last received a wound in his side from a Thracian, and fell off his horse. Being down, many not knowing him went past him, but Gorgias, one of Eumenes’s captains, knew him, and alighting from his horse, kept guard over him, as he lay badly wounded and slowly dying. In the meantime Neoptolemus and Eumenes were engaged; who, being inveterate and mortal enemies, sought for one another, but missed for the two first courses, but in the third discovering one another, they drew their swords, and with loud shouts immediately charged. And their horses striking against one another like two galleys, they quitted their reins, and taking mutual hold pulled at one another’s helmets, and at the armor from their shoulders. While they were thus struggling, their horses went from under them, and they fell together to the ground, there again still keeping their hold and wrestling. Neoptolemus was getting up first, but Eumenes wounded him in the ham, and got upon his feet before him. Neoptolemus supporting himself upon one knee, the other leg being disabled, and himself undermost, fought courageously, though his blows were not mortal, but receiving a stroke in the neck he fell and ceased to resist. Eumenes, transported with passion and his inveterate hatred to him, fell to reviling and stripping him, and perceived not that his sword was still in his hand. And with this he wounded Eumenes under the bottom of his corslet in the groin, but in truth more frightened than hurt him; his blow being faint for want of strength. Having stripped the dead body, ill as he was with the wounds he had received in his legs and arms, he took horse again, and hurried towards the left wing of his army, which he supposed to be still engaged. Hearing of the death of Craterus, he rode up to him, and finding there was yet some life in him, alighted from his horse and wept, and laying his right hand upon him, inveighed bitterly against Neoptolemus, and lamented both Craterus’s misfortune and his own hard fate, that he should be necessitated to engage against an old friend and acquaintance, and either do or suffer so much mischief.
When he was ready for battle, he wouldn’t trust any Macedonian to face Craterus, so he appointed two units of foreign cavalry, led by Pharnabazus, the son of Artabazus, and Phoenix of Tenedos, ordering them to charge as soon as they saw the enemy, without giving them a chance to talk or retreat, and without accepting any herald or trumpet from them. He was really worried about his Macedonians, fearing that if they saw Craterus, they might switch sides. He took three hundred of his best horsemen and led the right wing against Neoptolemus. When they crested a small hill, they saw each other approaching with unusual energy, which shocked Craterus. He angrily called out Neoptolemus for misleading him with false hopes of a Macedonian defection, but he rallied his men to be brave and charged immediately. The first clash was intense; once their spears broke, they resorted to close fighting with swords. Craterus didn’t disgrace Alexander—he killed many enemies and repelled numerous attacks, but eventually took a wound in his side from a Thracian and fell from his horse. While down, many passed him by without recognizing him, but Gorgias, one of Eumenes’s captains, recognized him and dismounted to guard him as he lay badly wounded and slowly dying. Meanwhile, Neoptolemus and Eumenes were locked in combat; as long-time bitter foes, they sought each other out but missed each other’s blows in their first two charges. In the third attempt, they finally spotted each other, drew their swords, and charged with loud shouts. Their horses collided like two ships, causing them to drop their reins and grapple with each other's helmets and shoulder armor. In the struggle, their horses slipped out from under them, and they fell to the ground while still holding onto each other and wrestling. Neoptolemus managed to get up first, but Eumenes wounded him in the hamstring and stood up before him. Neoptolemus braced himself on one knee, with his other leg injured, and fought valiantly, though his blows weren’t fatal. After taking a hit in the neck, he fell and stopped resisting. Eumenes, driven by rage and resentment, insulted and stripped him, failing to notice that his sword was still in his hand. In this way, he injured Eumenes in the groin beneath his breastplate, but the attack was more frightening than damaging, as he lacked the strength for a strong blow. Despite his own severe wounds to his legs and arms, he stripped the dead body and climbed back on his horse, hurrying toward the left flank of his army, which he thought was still fighting. Upon hearing about Craterus's death, he rode to him, saw that there was still some life left, dismounted, and wept, placing his right hand on him while bitterly cursing Neoptolemus and mourning both Craterus’s misfortune and his own hard fate of being forced to confront an old friend and acquaintance, enduring such calamity.
This victory Eumenes obtained about ten days after the former, and got great reputation alike for his conduct and his valor in achieving it. But on the other hand, it created him great envy both among his own troops, and his enemies, that he, a stranger and a foreigner, should employ the forces and arms of Macedon, to cut off the bravest and most approved man among them. Had the news of this defeat come timely enough to Perdiccas, he had doubtless been the greatest of all the Macedonians; but now, he being slain in a mutiny in Egypt, two days before the news arrived, the Macedonians in a rage decreed Eumenes’s death, giving joint commission to Antigonus and Antipater to prosecute the war against him. Passing by Mount Ida, where there was a royal establishment of horses, Eumenes took as many as he had occasion for, and sent an account of his doing so to the overseers, at which Antipater is said to have laughed, calling it truly laudable in Eumenes thus to hold himself prepared for giving in to them (or would it be taking from them?) strict account of all matters of administration. Eumenes had designed to engage in the plains of Lydia, near Sardis, both because his chief strength lay in horse, and to let Cleopatra see how powerful he was. But at her particular request, for she was afraid to give any umbrage to Antipater, he marched into the upper Phrygia, and wintered in Celaenae; when Alcetas, Polemon, and Docimus disputing with him who should command in chief, “You know,” said he, “the old saying, That destruction regards no punctilios.” Having promised his soldiers pay within three days, he sold them all the farms and castles in the country, together with the men and beasts with which they were filled; every captain or officer that bought, received from Eumenes the use of his engines to storm the place, and divided the spoil among his company, proportionably to every man’s arrears. By this Eumenes came again to be popular, so that when letters were found thrown about the camp by the enemy, promising one hundred talents, besides great honors, to anyone that should kill Eumenes, the Macedonians were extremely offended, and made an order that from that time forward one thousand of their best men should continually guard his person, and keep strict watch about him by night in their several turns. This order was cheerfully obeyed, and they gladly received of Eumenes the same honors which the kings used to confer upon their favorites. He now had leave to bestow purple hats and cloaks, which among the Macedonians is one of the greatest honors the king can give.
Eumenes achieved this victory about ten days after the previous one and earned great recognition for his leadership and bravery in accomplishing it. However, it also sparked significant envy among both his own troops and his enemies, as a foreigner like him was using Macedonian forces to defeat their bravest and most respected man. If the news of this defeat had reached Perdiccas in time, he would likely have been the greatest of all the Macedonians. But since Perdiccas was killed in a mutiny in Egypt just two days before the news arrived, the furious Macedonians decreed Eumenes’s death, giving Antigonus and Antipater joint authority to wage war against him. While passing by Mount Ida, which had a royal horse establishment, Eumenes took as many horses as he needed and informed the overseers, prompting Antipater to laugh and remark that it was commendable for Eumenes to be prepared to report on administrative matters. Eumenes intended to engage in battle in the plains of Lydia, near Sardis, as his main strength was in cavalry and to show Cleopatra his power. However, at her request, fearing to provoke Antipater, he marched to upper Phrygia and spent the winter in Celaenae. When Alcetas, Polemon, and Docimus argued over who should command, he said, “You know the old saying, that destruction doesn’t care about formalities.” Having promised his soldiers their pay within three days, he sold them all the farms and castles in the area, along with the men and animals that came with them. Any captain or officer who bought property received from Eumenes the use of his siege equipment to capture it and divided the spoils among their men based on their owed wages. This action made Eumenes popular again, so when letters were found in the camp from the enemy offering one hundred talents and great honors to anyone who killed Eumenes, the Macedonians were incredibly angry and ordered that from then on, a thousand of their best men continuously guard him and keep a close watch on him at night in shifts. This order was happily followed, and they gladly accorded Eumenes the same honors that kings typically granted to their favorites. He was now allowed to give out purple hats and cloaks, which is one of the highest honors a king can bestow among the Macedonians.
Good fortune will elevate even petty minds, and gives them the appearance of a certain greatness and stateliness, as from their high place they look down upon the world; but the truly noble and resolved spirit raises itself, and becomes more conspicuous in times of disaster and ill fortune, as was now the case with Eumenes. For having by the treason of one of his own men lost the field to Antigonus at Orcynii, in Cappadocia, in his flight he gave the traitor no opportunity to escape to the enemy, but immediately seized and hanged him. Then in his flight, taking a contrary course to his pursuers, he stole by them unawares, returned to the place where the battle had been fought, and encamped. There he gathered up the dead bodies, and burnt them with the doors and windows of the neighboring villages, and raised heaps of earth upon their graves; insomuch that Antigonus, who came thither soon after, expressed his astonishment at his courage and firm resolution. Falling afterwards upon the baggage of Antigonus, he might easily have taken many captives, both bond and freemen, and much wealth collected from the spoils of so many wars; but he feared lest his men, overladen with so much booty, might become unfit for rapid retreat, and too fond of their ease to sustain the continual marches and endure the long waiting on which he depended for success, expecting to tire Antigonus into some other course. But then considering it would be extremely difficult to restrain the Macedonians from plunder, when it seemed to offer itself, he gave them order to refresh themselves, and bait their horses, and then attack the enemy. In the meantime he sent privately to Menander, who had care of all this baggage, professing a concern for him upon the score of old friendship and acquaintance; and therefore advising him to quit the plain and secure himself upon the sides of the neighboring hills, where the horse might not be able to hem him in. When Menander, sensible of his danger, had speedily packed up his goods and decamped, Eumenes openly sent his scouts to discover the enemy’s posture, and commanded his men to arm, and bridle their horses, as designing immediately to give battle; but the scouts returning with news that Menander had secured so difficult a post it was impossible to take him, Eumenes, pretending to be grieved with the disappointment, drew off his men another way. It is said that when Menander reported this afterwards to Antigonus, and the Macedonians commended Eumenes, imputing it to his singular good-nature, that having it in his power to make slaves of their children, and outrage their wives, he forbore and spared them all, Antigonus replied, “Alas, good friends, he had no regard to us, but to himself, being loath to wear so many shackles when he designed to fly.”
Good luck can even make small-minded people seem great and dignified as they look down on the world from their privileged position. However, true nobility and determination shine through during tough times, just like in the case of Eumenes. After losing a battle to Antigonus at Orcynii in Cappadocia due to the betrayal of one of his own men, he made sure the traitor didn’t escape to the enemy and immediately captured and executed him. Then, as he fled, he took a different path to avoid his pursuers, circled back to the battlefield, and set up camp. He gathered the dead bodies, burned them along with doors and windows from nearby villages, and created mounds on their graves. Antigonus, who arrived shortly after, was astonished by Eumenes' bravery and strong resolve. Later, when he attacked Antigonus’ baggage train, he could have easily captured many prisoners and a lot of wealth taken from previous battles. However, he was worried that his men, weighed down with too much loot, wouldn’t be able to retreat quickly and would become too lazy to manage the long marches he needed for success, hoping to tire Antigonus into changing his strategy. Then, realizing it would be hard to keep the Macedonians from looting when the opportunity arose, he told them to rest and feed their horses before attacking the enemy. Meanwhile, he secretly reached out to Menander, who was in charge of the baggage, expressing concern for him as an old friend and advising him to move to the hills nearby, where the cavalry couldn’t corner him. Once Menander, aware of the danger, quickly packed up and left, Eumenes publicly sent out scouts to find out about the enemy’s situation and ordered his men to arm and prepare their horses as if he intended to fight. However, when the scouts returned with news that Menander had taken a strong position that made it impossible to capture him, Eumenes pretended to be disappointed and withdrew his men in another direction. It’s said that later, when Menander told Antigonus about this and the Macedonians praised Eumenes for his kindness—saying he could have made slaves of their children and harmed their wives but chose not to—Antigonus replied, “Oh, dear friends, he wasn’t thinking of us but of himself, not wanting to carry so many shackles when he planned to escape.”
From this time Eumenes, daily flying and wandering about, persuaded many of his men to disband, whether out of kindness to them, or unwillingness to lead about such a body of men as were too few to engage, and too many to fly undiscovered. Taking refuge at Nora, a place on the confines of Lycaonia and Cappadocia, with five hundred horse, and two hundred heavy-armed foot, he again dismissed as many of his friends as desired it, through fear of the probable hardships to be encountered there, and embracing them with all demonstrations of kindness, gave them license to depart. Antigonus, when he came before this fort, desired to have an interview with Eumenes before the siege; but he returned answer, that Antigonus had many friends who might command in his room; but they whom Eumenes defended, had no body to substitute if he should miscarry; therefore, if Antigonus thought it worth while to treat with him, he should first send him hostages. And when Antigonus required that Eumenes should first address himself to him as his superior, he replied, “While I am able to wield a sword, I shall think no man greater than myself.” At last, when according to Eumenes’s demand, Antigonus sent his own nephew Ptolemy to the fort, Eumenes went out to him, and they mutually embraced with great tenderness and friendship, as having formerly been very intimate. After long conversation, Eumenes making no mention of his own pardon and security, but requiring that he should be confirmed in his several governments, and restitution be made him of the rewards of his service, all that were present were astonished at his courage and gallantry. And many of the Macedonians flocked to see what sort of person Eumenes was, for since the death of Craterus, no man had been so much talked of in the army. But Antigonus, being afraid lest he might suffer some violence, first commanded the soldiers to keep off, calling out and throwing stones at those who pressed forwards. At last, taking Eumenes in his arms, and keeping off the crowd with his guards, not without great difficulty, he returned him safe into the fort.
From this point on, Eumenes, constantly on the move, convinced many of his men to leave, whether it was out of kindness or because he didn't want to lead a group that was too small to fight and too large to avoid detection. Taking shelter at Nora, which lies at the border between Lycaonia and Cappadocia, with five hundred cavalry and two hundred heavily armed foot soldiers, he allowed as many of his friends as wanted to go, fearing the hardships they might face there. He embraced them warmly and gave them permission to leave. When Antigonus approached the fort, he wanted to meet with Eumenes before the siege began. However, Eumenes replied that Antigonus had many allies who could lead in his place, but those Eumenes was defending had no one else to turn to if he were to fail. Therefore, if Antigonus wanted to negotiate with him, he should first send hostages. When Antigonus requested that Eumenes acknowledge him as his superior first, Eumenes responded, “As long as I can wield a sword, I will consider no one greater than myself.” Eventually, after Eumenes insisted, Antigonus sent his nephew Ptolemy to the fort. Eumenes went out to greet him, and they embraced warmly, as they had been close in the past. After a long conversation, Eumenes didn't mention his own pardon or safety but instead asked to be confirmed in his various positions and for the rewards of his service to be returned to him. Everyone present was astonished by his bravery and boldness, and many Macedonians gathered to see who Eumenes was, since after Craterus's death, no one had been talked about more in the army. But Antigonus, fearing Eumenes might be attacked, first ordered the soldiers to stay back, shouting and throwing stones at those who pushed forward. In the end, taking Eumenes in his arms and keeping the crowd away with his guards, he managed to bring him back safely into the fort.
Then Antigonus, having built a wall round Nora, left a force sufficient to carry on the siege, and drew off the rest of his army; and Eumenes was beleaguered and kept garrison, having plenty of corn and water and salt but no other thing, either for food, or delicacy; yet with such as he had, he kept a cheerful table for his friends, inviting them severally in their turns, and seasoning his entertainment with a gentle and affable behavior. For he had a pleasant countenance, and looked not like an old and practiced soldier, but was smooth and florid, and his shape as delicate as if his limbs had been carved by art in the most accurate proportions. He was not a great orator, but winning and persuasive, as may be seen in his letters. The greatest distress of the besieged was the narrowness of the place they were in, their quarters being very confined, and the whole place but two furlongs in compass; so that both they and their horses fed without exercise. Accordingly, not only to prevent the listlessness of such inactive living, but to have them in condition to fly if occasion required, he assigned a room one and twenty feet long, the largest in all the fort, for the men to walk in, directing them to begin their walk gently, and so gradually mend their pace. And for the horses, he tied them to the roof with great halters, fastening which about their necks, with a pulley he gently raised them, till standing upon the ground with their hinder feet, they just touched it with the very ends of their fore feet. In this posture the grooms plied them with whips and shouts, provoking them to curvet and kick out with their hind legs, struggling and stamping at the same time to find support for their fore feet, and thus their whole body was exercised, till they were all in a foam and sweat; excellent exercise, whether for strength or speed; and then he gave them their corn already coarsely ground, that they might sooner dispatch, and better digest it.
Then Antigonus built a wall around Nora, left enough troops to maintain the siege, and took the rest of his army away. Eumenes was trapped and had a garrison, with plenty of corn, water, and salt but no other food or delicacies. Yet with what he had, he maintained a cheerful table for his friends, inviting them one by one, and making his hospitality warm and friendly. He had a pleasant appearance, not looking like a seasoned soldier but rather smooth and vibrant, with a body that seemed artistically crafted in perfect proportions. He wasn't a great speaker, but he was charming and convincing, as shown in his letters. The biggest challenge for those under siege was the cramped space they were in, with their living quarters being very limited—only about two furlongs around—so both they and their horses were inactive. To combat the boredom of such a sedentary lifestyle and keep everyone ready to escape if necessary, he designated a room that was twenty-one feet long, the biggest in the fort, for the men to walk in, instructing them to start slowly and gradually pick up the pace. For the horses, he tied them up to the ceiling with large halters, lifting them with a pulley until their back legs were on the ground and their front legs barely touched. In this position, the grooms encouraged them with whips and shouts, prompting them to rear up and kick, trying to find support for their front legs, thus exercising their entire bodies until they were all lathered in foam and sweat; this was excellent exercise for both strength and speed. Then he fed them their corn, which he had ground coarsely so they could eat it quickly and digest it better.
The siege continuing long, Antigonus received advice that Antipater was dead in Macedon, and that affairs were embroiled by the differences of Cassander and Polysperchon, upon which he conceived no mean hopes, purposing to make himself master of all, and, in order to his design, thought to bring over Eumenes, that he might have his advice and assistance. He, therefore, sent Hieronymus to treat with him, proposing a certain oath, which Eumenes first corrected, and then referred himself to the Macedonians themselves that besieged him, to be judged by them, which of the two forms were the most equitable. Antigonus in the beginning of his had slightly mentioned the kings as by way of ceremony, while all the sequel referred to himself alone; but Eumenes changed the form of it to Olympias and the kings, and proceeded to swear not to be true to Antigonus only, but to them, and to have the same friends and enemies, not with Antigonus, but with Olympias and the kings. This form the Macedonians thinking the more reasonable, swore Eumenes according to it, and raised the siege, sending also to Antigonus, that he should swear in the same form to Eumenes. Meantime, all the hostages of the Cappadocians whom Eumenes had in Nora he returned, obtaining from their friends war horses, beasts of carriage, and tents in exchange. And collecting again all the soldiers who had dispersed at the time of his flight, and were now wandering about the country, he got together a body of near a thousand horse, and with them fled from Antigonus, whom he justly feared. For he had sent orders not only to have him blocked up and besieged again, but had given a very sharp answer to the Macedonians, for admitting Eumenes’s amendment of the oath.
The siege dragged on, and Antigonus got word that Antipater had died in Macedon, and that tensions were high between Cassander and Polysperchon. This gave him great hope to take control of everything. To execute his plan, he thought about bringing Eumenes on board for his advice and assistance. He sent Hieronymus to negotiate with Eumenes and proposed a specific oath, which Eumenes adjusted before suggesting that the Macedonians besieging him decide which version was more fair. At first, Antigonus had only briefly mentioned the kings as a formality, while focusing on himself in the rest of the proposal. Eumenes, however, changed the wording to include Olympias and the kings, and swore not just loyalty to Antigonus but to them, committing to share the same friends and enemies with Olympias and the kings, not with Antigonus. The Macedonians found this to be a more reasonable approach, so they swore Eumenes in that manner and lifted the siege, telling Antigonus he should make the same vow to Eumenes. In the meantime, Eumenes returned all the hostages from Cappadocia he had in Nora, and in exchange, he received war horses, pack animals, and tents. He managed to gather all the soldiers who had scattered during his flight and were now wandering around. He assembled a group of nearly a thousand cavalry and escaped from Antigonus, whom he rightfully feared. Antigonus had ordered not only that Eumenes be blocked and besieged again but had also given a harsh response to the Macedonians for accepting Eumenes's changes to the oath.
While Eumenes was flying, he received letters from those in Macedonia, who were jealous of Antigonus’s greatness, from Olympias, inviting him thither, to take the charge and protection of Alexander’s infant son, whose person was in danger, and other letters from Polysperchon, and Philip the king, requiring him to make war upon Antigonus, as general of the forces in Cappadocia, and empowering him out of the treasure at Quinda to take five hundred talents, compensation for his own losses, and to levy as much as he thought necessary to carry on the war. They wrote also to the same effect to Antigenes and Teutamus, the chief officers of the Argyraspids; who, on receiving these letters, treated Eumenes with a show of respect and kindness; but it was apparent enough they were full of envy and emulation, disdaining to give place to him. Their envy Eumenes moderated, by refusing to accept the money, as if he had not needed it; and their ambition and emulation, who were neither able to govern, nor willing to obey, he conquered by help of superstition. For he told them that Alexander had appeared to him in a dream, and showed him a regal pavilion richly furnished, with a throne in it; and told him if they would sit in council there, he himself would be present and prosper all the consultations and actions upon which they should enter in his name. Antigenes and Teutamus were easily prevailed upon to believe this, being as little willing to come and consult Eumenes, as he himself was to be seen waiting at other men’s doors. Accordingly, they erected a tent royal, and a throne, called Alexander’s, and there they met to consult upon all affairs of moment.
While Eumenes was on the run, he received letters from people in Macedonia who were envious of Antigonus's power, and from Olympias, inviting him to come and take charge of Alexander’s young son, whose safety was at risk. He also got letters from Polysperchon and King Philip, urging him to go to war against Antigonus as the general of the forces in Cappadocia. They authorized him to take five hundred talents from the treasure in Quinda as compensation for his own losses and to raise whatever additional funds he thought necessary for the war. They sent similar messages to Antigenes and Teutamus, the leaders of the Argyraspids. When they received these letters, they treated Eumenes with respect and kindness, but it was clear they were filled with jealousy and rivalry, unwilling to admit his superiority. Eumenes eased their envy by refusing to accept the money, acting as if he didn’t need it; and he overcame their ambition and rivalry—since they were neither willing to lead nor to follow—by resorting to superstition. He told them that Alexander had appeared to him in a dream, showing him a luxurious royal tent with a throne, and said that if they would hold their meetings there, he would be present and ensure that all their discussions and actions would succeed in his name. Antigenes and Teutamus were easily convinced of this, as they were just as reluctant to consult with Eumenes as he was to wait outside other people's doors. So, they set up a royal tent and a throne named after Alexander, where they gathered to discuss all important matters.
Afterwards they advanced into the interior of Asia, and in their march met with Peucestes, who was friendly to them, and with the other satraps, who joined forces with them, and greatly encouraged the Macedonians with the number and appearance of their men. But they themselves, having since Alexander’s decease become imperious and ungoverned in their tempers, and luxurious in their daily habits, imagining themselves great princes, and pampered in their conceit by the flattery of the barbarians, when all these conflicting pretensions now came together, were soon found to be exacting and quarrelsome one with another, while all alike unmeasurably flattered the Macedonians, giving them money for revels and sacrifices, till in a short time they brought the camp to be a dissolute place of entertainment, and the army a mere multitude of voters, canvassed as in a democracy for the election of this or that commander. Eumenes, perceiving they despised one another, and all of them feared him, and sought an opportunity to kill him, pretended to be in want of money, and borrowed many talents, of those especially who most hated him, to make them at once confide in him, and forbear all violence to him for fear of losing their own money. Thus his enemies’ estates were the guard of his person, and by receiving money he purchased safety, for which it is more common to give it.
After that, they moved further into Asia and, during their journey, met Peucestes, who was supportive of them, along with the other satraps, who joined forces and greatly motivated the Macedonians with their numbers and appearance. However, since Alexander's death, these leaders had become arrogant and unruly, indulging in a luxurious lifestyle and believing themselves to be great rulers, pampered by the praise of the locals. As all these conflicting ambitions came together, they quickly revealed themselves to be demanding and argumentative with each other, while all overly flattered the Macedonians, giving them money for parties and sacrifices. Before long, their camp turned into a place of excessive indulgence, and the army became a mere collection of voters, campaigning like in a democracy for the election of different commanders. Eumenes noticed that they disdained one another and all feared him, looking for a chance to eliminate him. To protect himself, he pretended to need money and borrowed large sums, especially from those who disliked him most, making them trust him and refrain from violence against him for fear of losing their own funds. In this way, his enemies' wealth safeguarded him, and by accepting money, he bought his safety, a common practice for securing it.
The Macedonians, also, while there was no show of danger, allowed themselves to be corrupted, and made all their court to those who gave them presents, who had their body-guards, and affected to appear as generals-in-chief. But when Antigonus came upon them with a great army, and their affairs themselves seemed to call out for a true general, then not only the common soldiers cast their eyes upon Eumenes, but these men, who had appeared so great in a peaceful time of ease, submitted all of them to him, and quietly posted themselves severally as he appointed them. And when Antigonus attempted to pass the river Pasitigris, all the rest that were appointed to guard the passes were not so much as aware of his march; only Eumenes met and encountered him, slew many of his men, and filled the river with the dead, and took four thousand prisoners. But it was most particularly when Eumenes was sick, that the Macedonians let it be seen how in their judgment, while others could feast them handsomely and make entertainments, he alone knew how to fight and lead an army. For Peucestes, having made a splendid entertainment in Persia, and given each of the soldiers a sheep to sacrifice with, made himself sure of being commander-in-chief. Some few days after, the army was to march, and Eumenes, having been dangerously ill, was carried in a litter apart from the body of the army, that any rest he got might not be disturbed. But when they were a little advanced, unexpectedly they had a view of the enemy, who had passed the hills that lay between them, and was marching down into the plain. At the sight of the golden armor glittering in the sun as they marched down in their order, the elephants with their castles on their backs, and the men in their purple, as their manner was when they were going to give battle, the front stopped their march, and called out for Eumenes, for they would not advance a step but under his conduct; and fixing their arms in the ground, gave the word among themselves to stand, requiring their officers also not to stir or engage or hazard themselves without Eumenes. News of this being brought to Eumenes, he hastened those that carried his litter, and drawing back the curtains on both sides, joyfully put forth his right hand. As soon as the soldiers saw him, they saluted him in their Macedonian dialect, and took up their shields, and striking them with their pikes, gave a great shout; inviting the enemy to come on, for now they had a leader.
The Macedonians, when there was no sign of danger, let themselves get corrupted and flattered those who gave them gifts, who had their bodyguards, and acted like they were top generals. But when Antigonus showed up with a huge army, and it was clear they needed a real leader, not only the common soldiers looked to Eumenes, but those who had seemed so important in peaceful times also submitted to him and quietly took their positions as he directed. When Antigonus tried to cross the river Pasitigris, the others assigned to guard the passes were completely unaware of his advance; only Eumenes confronted him, defeating many of his men, filling the river with bodies, and capturing four thousand prisoners. It was especially when Eumenes was ill that the Macedonians showed how they truly felt, as they believed that while others could throw lavish parties and entertain them, he alone knew how to fight and lead an army. Peucestes, having hosted an extravagant banquet in Persia and giving each soldier a sheep to sacrifice, felt confident about becoming the commander-in-chief. A few days later, as the army was set to march, Eumenes, who had been seriously ill, was being carried in a litter away from the main body of the army, trying to rest undisturbed. But as they moved forward a bit, they unexpectedly spotted the enemy coming down from the hills into the plain. Seeing the golden armor shining in the sun, the elephants with their war towers, and the men dressed in violet, as was their custom before battle, the front-line troops halted and called for Eumenes, refusing to advance without his leadership; they planted their arms in the ground and agreed among themselves to stand still, telling their officers not to move or engage without Eumenes. When Eumenes heard this, he urged those carrying his litter to hurry, and drawing back the curtains on both sides, he extended his right hand joyfully. As soon as the soldiers saw him, they greeted him in their Macedonian language, raised their shields, and banged them with their pikes, letting out a loud cheer, challenging the enemy to come on, as they now had a leader.
Antigonus understanding by some prisoners he had taken that Eumenes was out of health, to that degree that he was carried in a litter, presumed it would be no hard matter to crush the rest of them, since he was ill. He therefore made the greater haste to come up with them and engage. But being come so near as to discover how the enemy was drawn up and appointed, he was astonished, and paused for some time; at last he saw the litter carrying from one wing of the army to the other, and, as his manner was, laughing aloud, he said to his friends, “That litter there, it seems, is the thing that offers us battle;” and immediately wheeled about, retired with all his army, and pitched his camp. The men on the other side, finding a little respite, returned to their former habits, and allowing themselves to be flattered, and making the most of the indulgence of their generals, took up for their winter quarters near the whole country of the Gabeni, so that the front was quartered nearly a thousand furlongs from the rear; which Antigonus understanding, marched suddenly towards them, taking the most difficult road through a country that wanted water; but the way was short though uneven; hoping, if he should surprise them thus scattered in their winter quarters, the soldiers would not easily be able to come up time enough, and join with their officers. But having to pass through a country uninhabited, where he met with violent winds and severe frosts, he was much checked in his march, and his men suffered exceedingly. The only possible relief was making numerous fires, by which his enemies got notice of his coming. For the barbarians who dwelt on the mountains overlooking the desert, amazed at the multitude of fires they saw, sent messengers upon dromedaries to acquaint Peucestes. He being astonished and almost out of his senses with the news, and finding the rest in no less disorder, resolved to fly, and collect what men he could by the way. But Eumenes relieved him from his fear and trouble, undertaking so to stop the enemy’s advance, that he should arrive three days later than he was expected. Having persuaded them, he immediately dispatched expresses to all the officers to draw the men out of their winter quarters, and muster them with all speed. He himself with some of the chief officers rode out, and chose an elevated tract within view, at a distance, of such as traveled the desert; this he occupied and quartered out, and commanded many fires to be made in it, as the custom is in a camp. This done, and the enemies seeing the fire upon the mountains, Antigonus was filled with vexation and despondency, supposing that his enemies had been long since advertised of his march, and were prepared to receive him. Therefore, lest his army, now tired and wearied out with their march, should be forced immediately to encounter with fresh men, who had wintered well, and were ready for him, quitting the near way, he marched slowly through the towns and villages to refresh his men. But meeting with no such skirmishes as are usual when two armies lie near one another, and being assured by the people of the country that no army had been seen, but only continual fires in that place, he concluded he had been outwitted by a stratagem of Eumenes, and much troubled, advanced to give open battle.
Antigonus learned from some prisoners he had taken that Eumenes was in such poor health that he was being carried in a litter. He thought it would be easy to defeat the rest of them since Eumenes was ill. So, he hurried to confront them. However, when he got close enough to see how the enemy was organized, he was taken aback and hesitated for a bit. Finally, he noticed the litter moving across the army's wings, and, as was his habit, he laughed out loud and said to his friends, “That litter there seems to be challenging us to battle.” He then quickly turned around, pulled back with his entire army, and set up camp. The soldiers on the other side, getting a brief break, returned to their usual routines and, feeling flattered by their leaders' leniency, settled in for winter quarters all across the country of the Gabeni. This left the front nearly a thousand furlongs away from the rear. Antigonus, aware of this, swiftly marched towards them via a difficult route through a waterless region; although the journey was short, it was rough. He hoped to catch them off guard in their scattered winter quarters, thinking their soldiers wouldn't be able to regroup quickly enough with their officers. However, as he passed through an uninhabited area, he faced severe winds and harsh frosts, which slowed his march and caused great suffering among his men. The only thing that could help was lighting numerous fires, which ended up letting his enemies know he was coming. The local tribes living in the mountains overlooking the desert, astonished by the number of fires, sent messengers on dromedaries to inform Peucestes. He was shocked and nearly panicked by the news and, finding the rest in a similar state of disarray, decided to flee and gather as many men as he could along the way. But Eumenes eased his fears by taking on the task of delaying the enemy's advance, ensuring they would arrive three days later than expected. After convincing them, he quickly sent messages to all the officers to gather the troops from their winter quarters as fast as possible. He, along with some of the top officers, rode out and selected a high area in view of those traveling the desert; he occupied this spot and set up camp, ordering many fires to be lit, as is customary. Once this was done and the enemy saw the fire on the mountains, Antigonus was filled with frustration and despair, believing his enemies had been informed of his approach and were ready for him. To avoid having his tired men immediately face fresh troops who had wintered well and were prepared, he chose to take it slow, passing through towns and villages to refresh his army. However, finding no skirmishes typical of two armies near each other and being assured by the locals that no army had been sighted—just continuous fires—he concluded that he had fallen victim to Eumenes's trickery, and troubled, he moved forward to engage in open battle.
By this time, the greatest part of the forces were come together to Eumenes, and admiring his sagacity, declared him alone commander-in-chief of the whole army; upon which Antigenes and Teutamus, the commanders of the Argyraspids, being very much offended, and envying Eumenes, formed a conspiracy against him; and assembling the greater part of the satraps and officers, consulted when and how to cut him off. When they had unanimously agreed, first to use his service in the next battle, and then to take an occasion to destroy him, Eudamus, the master of the elephants, and Phaedimus, gave Eumenes private advice of this design, not out of kindness or good-will to him, but lest they should lose the money they had lent him. Eumenes, having commended them, retired to his tent, and telling his friends he lived among a herd of wild beasts, made his will, and tore up all his letters, lest his correspondents after his death should be questioned or punished on account of anything in his secret papers. Having thus disposed of his affairs, he thought of letting the enemy win the field, or of flying through Media and Armenia and seizing Cappadocia, but came to no resolution while his friends stayed with him. After turning to many expedients in his mind, which his changeable fortune had made versatile, he at last put his men in array, and encouraged the Greeks and barbarians; as for the phalanx and the Argyraspids, they encouraged him, and bade him be of good heart; for the enemy would never be able to stand them. For indeed they were the oldest of Philip’s and Alexander’s soldiers, tried men, that had long made war their exercise, that had never been beaten or foiled; most of them seventy, none less than sixty years old. And so when they charged Antigonus’s men, they cried out, “You fight against your fathers, you rascals,” and furiously falling on, routed the whole phalanx at once, nobody being able to stand them, and the greatest part dying by their hands. So that Antigonus’s foot were routed, but his horse got the better, and he became master of the baggage, through the cowardice of Peucestes, who behaved himself negligently and basely; while Antigonus used his judgment calmly in the danger, being aided moreover by the ground. For the place where they fought was a large plain, neither deep, nor hard under foot, but, like the sea-shore, covered with a fine soft sand, which the treading of so many men and horses, in the time of the battle, reduced to a small white dust, that like a cloud of lime darkened the air, so that one could not see clearly at any distance, and so made it easy for Antigonus to take the baggage unperceived.
By this time, most of the troops had gathered under Eumenes, and impressed by his wisdom, they declared him the sole commander-in-chief of the entire army. This upset Antigenes and Teutamus, the leaders of the Argyraspids, who envied Eumenes and conspired against him. They called a meeting with many of the satraps and officers to discuss when and how to eliminate him. They all agreed to first use his services in the upcoming battle, then find an opportunity to destroy him. Eudamus, the elephant master, and Phaedimus warned Eumenes about this plot, not out of loyalty but to protect the money they had lent him. Eumenes thanked them, went back to his tent, and told his friends he felt like he was living among wild animals. He made his will and destroyed all his letters to prevent his correspondents from facing trouble for anything in his private documents after his death. Having sorted out his affairs, he considered letting the enemy win or fleeing through Media and Armenia to seize Cappadocia, but he didn't make a decision while his friends were with him. After considering many options due to his unpredictable fortune, he eventually arranged his troops and rallied both the Greeks and the barbarians. The phalanx and the Argyraspids encouraged him, assuring him they would be unbeatable against the enemy. Indeed, they were veterans of Philip’s and Alexander’s armies, experienced soldiers who had never been defeated; most were in their seventies, none younger than sixty. When they charged Antigonus’s men, they shouted, “You fight against your fathers, you cowards!” and fiercely attacked, routing the entire phalanx, with many being killed by their hands. Antigonus’s infantry was scattered, but his cavalry prevailed, and he took control of the baggage due to Peucestes’ negligence. Antigonus remained calm during the crisis, helped by the terrain. The battlefield was a large plain, neither deep nor hard but like a beach, covered in fine soft sand. The movement of so many men and horses during the battle turned it into a fine white dust that darkened the air like a cloud, making it difficult to see clearly at a distance, allowing Antigonus to seize the baggage unnoticed.
After the battle, Teutamus sent a message to Antigonus to demand the baggage. He made answer, he would not only restore it to the Argyraspids, but serve them further in other things if they would but deliver up Eumenes. Upon which the Argyraspids took a villainous resolution to deliver him up alive into the hands of his enemies. So they came to wait upon him, being unsuspected by him, but watching their opportunity, some lamenting the loss of the baggage, some encouraging him as if he had been victor, some accusing the other commanders, till at last they all fell upon him, and seizing his sword, bound his hands behind him with his own girdle. When Antigonus had sent Nicanor to receive him, he begged he might be led through the body of the Macedonians, and have liberty to speak to them, neither to request, nor deprecate anything, but only to advise them what would be for their interest. A silence being made, as he stood upon a rising ground, he stretched out his hands bound, and said, “What trophy, O ye basest of all the Macedonians, could Antigonus have wished for so great as you yourselves have erected for him, in delivering up your general captive into his hands? You are not ashamed, when you are conquerors, to own yourselves conquered, for the sake only of your baggage, as if it were wealth, not arms, wherein victory consisted; nay, you deliver up your general to redeem your stuff. As for me, I am unvanquished, though a captive, conqueror of my enemies, and betrayed by my fellow soldiers. For you, I adjure you by Jupiter, the protector of arms, and by all the gods that are the avengers of perjury, to kill me here with your own hands; for it is all one; and if I am murdered yonder, it will be esteemed your act, nor will Antigonus complain, for he desires not Eumenes alive, but dead. Or if you withhold your own hands, release but one of mine, it shall suffice to do the work; and if you dare not trust me with a sword throw me bound as I am under the feet of the wild beasts. This if you do I shall freely acquit you from the guilt of my death, as the most just and kind of men to their general.”
After the battle, Teutamus sent a message to Antigonus to demand the baggage. Antigonus replied that he would not only return it to the Argyraspids but would also assist them further if they handed over Eumenes. In response, the Argyraspids made a despicable decision to turn him over alive to his enemies. They approached him, unsuspected, watching for their chance; some were lamenting the loss of the baggage, some were encouraging him as if he were the victor, and some were blaming the other commanders, until finally, they all attacked him, seized his sword, and tied his hands behind his back with his own belt. When Antigonus sent Nicanor to take him, Eumenes asked to be taken through the ranks of the Macedonians and given a chance to speak to them, not to plead or beg for anything, but only to advise them on what would be in their best interest. When silence fell, he stood on elevated ground, stretched out his bound hands, and said, “What trophy, you lowest of all Macedonians, could Antigonus wish for that is greater than the one you have created for him by delivering your general captive into his hands? Are you not ashamed, as victors, to admit defeat just for the sake of your baggage, as if victory depended on wealth rather than weapons? You are handing over your general to reclaim your possessions. As for me, I remain unconquered, though captured, victorious over my enemies, and betrayed by my fellow soldiers. I implore you, by Jupiter, the protector of arms, and by all the gods who avenge perjury, to kill me here with your own hands; it amounts to the same. If I am murdered over there, it will be considered your act, and Antigonus won't complain, for he does not want Eumenes alive but dead. Or if you hesitate to use your own hands, just release one of mine, and that will be enough to finish the job; should you not trust me with a sword, then throw me, bound as I am, to the wild beasts. If you do this, I will absolve you of the guilt for my death, as the most just and kind men should to their general.”
While Eumenes was thus speaking, the rest of the soldiers wept for grief, but the Argyraspids shouted out to lead him on, and give no attention to his trilling. For it was no such great matter if this Chersonesian pest should meet his death, who in thousands of battles had annoyed and wasted the Macedonians; it would be a much more grievous thing for the choicest of Philip’s and Alexander’s soldiers to be defrauded of the fruits of so long service, and in their old age to come to beg their bread, and to leave their wives three nights in the power of their enemies. So they hurried him on with violence. But Antigonus, fearing the multitude, for nobody was left in the camp, sent ten of his strongest elephants with divers of his Mede and Parthian lances to keep off the press. Then he could not endure to have Eumenes brought into his presence, by reason of their former intimacy and friendship; but when they that had taken him inquired how he would have him kept, “As I would,” said he, “an elephant, or a lion.” A little after, being loved with compassion, he commanded the heaviest of his irons to be knocked off, one of his servants to be admitted to anoint him, and that any of his friends that were willing should have liberty to visit him, and bring him what he wanted. Long time he deliberated what to do with him, sometimes inclining to the advice and promises of Nearchus of Crete, and Demetrius his son, who were very earnest to preserve Eumenes, whilst all the rest were unanimously instant and importunate to have him taken off. It is related that Eumenes inquired of Onomarchus, his keeper, why Antigonus, now he had his enemy in his hands, would not either forthwith dispatch or generously release him? And that Onomarchus contumeliously answered him, that the field had been a more proper place than this to show his contempt of death. To whom Eumenes replied, “And by heavens, I showed it there; ask the men else that engaged me, but I could never meet a man that was my superior.” “Therefore,” rejoined Onomarchus, “now you have found such a man, why don’t you submit quietly to his pleasure?”
While Eumenes was speaking, the other soldiers were crying out of grief, but the Argyraspids shouted for him to move on and pay no attention to his wailing. It wouldn’t be such a big deal if this Chersonesian plague met his end, someone who had been a thorn in the side of the Macedonians in countless battles; it would be far worse for the best of Philip’s and Alexander’s soldiers to be robbed of the rewards of their long service and, in their old age, end up begging for food, leaving their wives vulnerable for three nights to their enemies. So they forced him to move on violently. But Antigonus, worried about the mob since no one was left in the camp, sent ten of his strongest elephants along with some of his Mede and Parthian spearmen to push back the crowd. He couldn’t bear to have Eumenes brought before him because of their past friendship; however, when those who had captured him asked how he wanted him treated, he said, “Like an elephant or a lion.” A little later, feeling compassion, he ordered the heaviest chains to be taken off, allowed one of his servants to come in and anoint him, and permitted any of his friends who wanted to visit him and bring him what he needed. For a long time, he debated what to do with Eumenes, sometimes leaning toward the advice and promises of Nearchus from Crete and his son Demetrius, who were eager to save Eumenes, while everyone else was unanimously pushing for his execution. It’s said that Eumenes asked Onomarchus, his guard, why Antigonus, now that he had his enemy, wouldn’t either quickly execute him or let him go generously? Onomarchus insultingly replied that the battlefield would have been a better place to show his disregard for death. Eumenes responded, “By the heavens, I showed it there; ask the men who fought alongside me, but I never met anyone who was my superior.” To which Onomarchus replied, “Then since you have found such a man now, why don’t you submit quietly to his will?”
When Antigonus resolved to kill Eumenes, he commanded to keep his food from him, and so with two or three days’ fasting he began to draw near his end; but the camp being on a sudden to remove, an executioner was sent to dispatch him. Antigonus granted his body to his friends, permitted them to burn it, and having gathered his ashes into a silver urn, to send them to his wife and children.
When Antigonus decided to kill Eumenes, he ordered that his food be withheld, and after fasting for two or three days, he started to approach death. However, when the camp was suddenly ordered to move, an executioner was sent to finish him off. Antigonus allowed his friends to take his body, permitted them to cremate it, and instructed that his ashes be collected in a silver urn and sent to his wife and children.
Eumenes was thus taken off; and Divine Providence assigned to no other man the chastisement of the commanders and soldiers that had betrayed him; but Antigonus himself, abominating the Argyraspids as wicked and inhuman villains, delivered them up to Sibyrtius, the governor of Arachosia, commanding him by all ways and means to destroy and exterminate them, so that not a man of them might ever come to Macedon, or so much as within sight of the Greek sea.
Eumenes was therefore removed, and it was not intended by Divine Providence for anyone else to punish the commanders and soldiers who had betrayed him. Instead, Antigonus, who found the Argyraspids to be despicable and inhumane villains, handed them over to Sibyrtius, the governor of Arachosia, instructing him by all means possible to wipe them out completely, ensuring that none of them could ever return to Macedon or even come close to the Greek sea.
COMPARISON OF SERTORIUS WITH EUMENES
These are the most remarkable passages that are come to our knowledge concerning Eumenes and Sertorius. In comparing their lives, we may observe that this was common to them both; that being aliens, strangers, and banished men, they came to be commanders of powerful forces, and had the leading of numerous and warlike armies, made up of divers nations. This was peculiar to Sertorius, that the chief command was, by his whole party, freely yielded to him, as to the person of the greatest merit and renown, whereas Eumenes had many who contested the office with him, and only by his actions obtained the superiority. They followed the one honestly, out of desire to be commanded by him; they submitted themselves to the other for their own security, because they could not commend themselves. The one, being a Roman, was the general of the Spaniards and Lusitanians, who for many years had been under the subjection of Rome; and the other, a Chersonesian, was chief commander of the Macedonians, who were the great conquerors of mankind, and were at that time subduing the world. Sertorius, being already in high esteem for his former services in the wars, and his abilities in the senate, was advanced to the dignity of a general; whereas Eumenes obtained this honor from the office of a writer, or secretary, in which he had been despised. Nor did he only at first rise from inferior opportunities, but afterwards, also, met with greater impediments in the progress of his authority, and that not only from those who publicly resisted him, but from many others that privately conspired against him. It was much otherwise with Sertorius, not one of whose party publicly opposed him, only late in life and secretly a few of his acquaintance entered into a conspiracy against him. Sertorius put an end to his dangers as often as he was victorious in the field, whereas the victories of Eumenes were the beginning of his perils, through the malice of those that envied him.
These are the most notable accounts we have about Eumenes and Sertorius. When we compare their lives, we see one commonality: both were outsiders, strangers, and exiles who became leaders of powerful forces and commanded large, battle-ready armies made up of various nations. What was unique to Sertorius was that his entire group willingly accepted him as their leader, recognizing his exceptional merit and reputation, while Eumenes faced competition for the position and only gained superiority through his actions. The followers of Sertorius loyally chose him because they wanted to be led by him, while those who followed Eumenes did so primarily for their own safety, as they couldn't establish themselves. Sertorius, a Roman, was the general for the Spaniards and Lusitanians, who had been under Roman rule for many years; Eumenes, a Chersonesian, was the chief commander of the Macedonians, who were renowned conquerors and were then dominating the world. Sertorius was already held in high regard for his previous military service and his skills in the senate, which led to his promotion to general; on the other hand, Eumenes rose to this honor from a lowly position as a writer or secretary, where he had initially been looked down upon. Not only did he start from humble beginnings, but he also faced greater challenges as he rose in authority, facing opposition not just from open adversaries but also from many who secretly conspired against him. Sertorius, by contrast, faced no public opposition from his supporters, with only a few of his acquaintances plotting against him later in life. Sertorius managed to eliminate his dangers with every victory on the battlefield, while each of Eumenes's victories marked the start of new dangers because of the jealousy he provoked in others.
Their deeds in war were equal and parallel, but their general inclinations different. Eumenes naturally loved war and contention, but Sertorius esteemed peace and tranquillity; when Eumenes might have lived in safety, with honor, if he would have quietly retired out of their way, he persisted in a dangerous contest with the greatest of the Macedonian leaders; but Sertorius, who was unwilling to trouble himself with any public disturbances, was forced, for the safety of his person, to make war against those who would not suffer him to live in peace. If Eumenes could have contented himself with the second place, Antigonus, freed from his competition for the first, would have used him well, and shown him favor, whereas Pompey’s friends would never permit Sertorius so much as to live in quiet. The one made war of his own accord, out of a desire for command; and the other was constrained to accept of command, to defend himself from war that was made against him. Eumenes was certainly a true lover of war, for he preferred his covetous ambition before his own security; but Sertorius was truly warlike, who procured his own safety by the success of his arms.
Their actions in war were similar and comparable, but their overall attitudes were different. Eumenes naturally loved war and conflict, while Sertorius valued peace and calmness; when Eumenes could have lived safely and honorably by simply staying out of trouble, he chose to engage in a risky fight against some of the greatest Macedonian leaders. On the other hand, Sertorius, who wanted to avoid any public unrest, was forced to go to war against those who wouldn’t let him live peacefully. If Eumenes could have been satisfied with being second in command, Antigonus would have treated him well and shown him favor, but Pompey’s allies wouldn’t even allow Sertorius to live in peace. Eumenes chose to make war for the sake of power, while Sertorius was forced into leadership to defend himself against attacks. Eumenes was definitely a true lover of war, as he valued his ambitious desires over his own safety; however, Sertorius was genuinely warlike, as he secured his safety through the success of his military efforts.
As to the manner of their deaths, it happened to one without the least thought or surmise of it; but to the other when he suspected it daily; which in the first, argues an equitable temper, and a noble mind, not to distrust his friends; but in the other, it showed some infirmity of spirit, for Eumenes intended to fly and was taken. The death of Sertorius dishonored not his life; he suffered that from his companions which none of his enemies were ever able to perform. The other, not being able to deliver himself before his imprisonment, being willing also to live in captivity, did neither prevent nor expect his fate with honor or bravery; for by meanly supplicating and petitioning, he made his enemy, that pretended only to have power over his body, to be lord and master of his body and mind.
As for how they died, one passed away without any thought or suspicion of it, while the other expected it every day. The first shows a balanced temperament and a noble spirit, as he didn’t distrust his friends; conversely, the second reveals a weakness of spirit, since Eumenes planned to escape but was captured. Sertorius's death didn't tarnish his life; he experienced betrayal from his companions that none of his enemies could achieve. The other, unable to save himself before his imprisonment and willing to live in captivity, neither avoided nor faced his fate with honor or courage; by groveling and begging, he allowed his enemy, who claimed to have control only over his body, to dominate both his body and mind.
AGESILAUS
Archidamus, the son of Zeuxidamus, having reigned gloriously over the Lacedaemonians, left behind him two sons, Agis the elder, begotten of Lampido, a noble lady, Agesilaus, much the younger, born of Eupolia, the daughter of Melesippidas. Now the succession belonging to Agis by law, Agesilaus, who in all probability was to be but a private man, was educated according to the usual discipline of the country, hard and severe, and meant to teach young men to obey their superiors. Whence it was that, men say, Simonides called Sparta “the tamer of men,” because by early strictness of education, they, more than any nation, trained the citizens to obedience to the laws, and made them tractable and patient of subjection, as horses that are broken in while colts. The law did not impose this harsh rule on the heirs apparent of the kingdom. But Agesilaus, whose good fortune it was to be born a younger brother, was consequently bred to all the arts of obedience, and so the better fitted for the government, when it fell to his share; hence it was that he proved the most popular-tempered of the Spartan kings, his early life having added to his natural kingly and commanding qualities the gentle and humane feelings of a citizen.
Archidamus, the son of Zeuxidamus, ruled the Lacedaemonians with honor and left behind two sons: Agis, the older one, born to Lampido, a noblewoman, and Agesilaus, the younger, born to Eupolia, the daughter of Melesippidas. Since the succession legally belonged to Agis, Agesilaus was likely to live a private life; however, he was raised according to the strict customs of their society, which aimed to teach young men to respect their leaders. This is why, as people say, Simonides referred to Sparta as “the tamer of men,” because through early rigorous training, they prepared their citizens for obedience to the laws better than any other nation, making them manageable and accepting of authority, just like horses that are broken in as colts. The law didn’t enforce this strict upbringing on the heirs to the throne. But for Agesilaus, who was fortunate to be the younger brother, this upbringing in obedience prepared him well for leadership when it eventually became his responsibility; as a result, he became the most popular of the Spartan kings, his early experiences adding to his natural royal and authoritative traits the warm and humane qualities of a true citizen.
While he was yet a boy, bred up in one of what are called the flocks, or classes, he attracted the attachment of Lysander, who was particularly struck with the orderly temper that he manifested. For though he was one of the highest spirits, emulous above any of his companions, ambitious of preeminence in everything, and showed an impetuosity and fervor of mind which irresistibly carried him through all opposition or difficulty he could meet with; yet, on the other side, he was so easy and gentle in his nature, and so apt to yield to authority, that though he would do nothing on compulsion, upon ingenuous motives he would obey any commands, and was more hurt by the least rebuke or disgrace, than he was distressed by any toil or hardship.
While he was still a boy, raised in one of the so-called flocks or classes, he caught the attention of Lysander, who was particularly impressed by his orderly temperament. Despite being one of the most spirited boys, competing eagerly with his peers and striving to excel in everything, he showed an intensity and passion that helped him overcome any opposition or challenges he faced. On the flip side, he was also gentle and easygoing, willing to comply with authority; though he wouldn’t act out of compulsion, he would willingly follow orders for the right reasons. He was more affected by even the slightest criticism or disgrace than he was troubled by any effort or hardship.
He had one leg shorter than the other, but this deformity was little observed in the general beauty of his person in youth. And the easy way in which he bore it, (he being the first always to pass a jest upon himself,) went far to make it disregarded. And indeed his high spirit and eagerness to distinguish himself were all the more conspicuous by it, since he never let his lameness withhold him from any toil or any brave action. Neither his statue nor picture are extant, he never allowing them in his life, and utterly forbidding them to be made after his death. He is said to have been a little man, of a contemptible presence; but the goodness of his humor, and his constant cheerfulness and playfulness of temper, always free from anything of moroseness or haughtiness, made him more attractive, even to his old age, than the most beautiful and youthful men of the nation. Theophrastus writes, that the Ephors laid a fine upon Archidamus for marrying a little wife, “For” said they, “she will bring us a race of kinglets, instead of kings.”
He had one leg shorter than the other, but this deformity was barely noticed against the overall attractiveness of his youth. The way he handled it—always the first to joke about himself—helped make it less significant. In fact, his high spirits and desire to stand out were even more apparent because he never let his lameness stop him from any hard work or brave actions. There are no statues or portraits of him, as he never allowed them during his life and completely forbade them after his death. He is said to have been a small man with an unimpressive appearance; however, his good humor, constant cheerfulness, and playful nature—always free from anything gloomy or arrogant—made him even more appealing, even in old age, than the most handsome and youthful men in the country. Theophrastus wrote that the Ephors fined Archidamus for marrying a short wife, saying, “For she will bring us a race of kinglets, instead of kings.”
Whilst Agis, the elder brother, reigned, Alcibiades, being then an exile from Athens, came from Sicily to Sparta; nor had he stayed long there, before his familiarity with Timaea, the king’s wife, grew suspected, insomuch that Agis refused to own a child of hers, which, he said, was Alcibiades’s, not his. Nor, if we may believe Duris, the historian, was Timaea much concerned at it, being herself forward enough to whisper among her helot maid-servants, that the infant’s true name was Alcibiades, not Leotychides. Meanwhile it was believed, that the amour he had with her was not the effect of his love but of his ambition, that he might have Spartan kings of his posterity. This affair being grown public, it became needful for Alcibiades to withdraw from Sparta. But the child Leotychides had not the honors due to a legitimate son paid him, nor was he ever owned by Agis, till by his prayers and tears he prevailed with him to declare him his son before several witnesses upon his death-bed. But this did not avail to fix him in the throne of Agis, after whose death Lysander, who had lately achieved his conquest of Athens by sea, and was of the greatest power in Sparta, promoted Agesilaus, urging Leotychides’s bastardy as a bar to his pretensions. Many of the other citizens, also, were favorable to Agesilaus and zealously joined his party, induced by the opinion they had of his merits, of which they themselves had been spectators, in the time that he had been bred up among them. But there was a man, named Diopithes, at Sparta, who had a great knowledge of ancient oracles, and was thought particularly skillful and clever in all points of religion and divination. He alleged, that it was unlawful to make a lame man king of Lacedaemon, citing in the debate the following oracle: —
While Agis, the older brother, was in power, Alcibiades, who was in exile from Athens, came from Sicily to Sparta. He didn't stay there long before people started to suspect his close relationship with Timaea, the king’s wife. Agis even refused to acknowledge her child, claiming it was Alcibiades’s and not his. According to the historian Duris, Timaea didn't seem too worried about this; she was rather bold about it, even whispering to her helot maidservants that the baby's real name was Alcibiades, not Leotychides. It was believed that his affair with her was driven more by ambition than love, hoping to have Spartan kings in his lineage. Once this scandal became public, Alcibiades felt it necessary to leave Sparta. However, Leotychides didn’t receive the honors typically given to a legitimate son and was never acknowledged by Agis. It was only through his prayers and tears that he managed to get Agis to declare him his son before witnesses on his deathbed. Nevertheless, this did not secure Leotychides a position on the throne after Agis’s death. Lysander, who had recently conquered Athens by sea and held significant power in Sparta, supported Agesilaus and used Leotychides's illegitimacy to challenge his claim. Many other citizens also favored Agesilaus and eagerly aligned with him, impressed by his abilities that they had witnessed during his upbringing among them. However, a man named Diopithes, known for his knowledge of ancient prophecies and considered skilled in matters of religion and divination, argued that it was against the law to make a lame man king of Lacedaemon, referencing the following oracle in the debate: —
Beware, great Sparta, lest there come of thee
Though sound thyself; an halting sovereignty;
Troubles, both long and unexpected too,
And storms of deadly warfare shall ensue.
Beware, great Sparta, that troubles don't arise from you
Though you seem strong; a shaky rule;
Both long-lasting and unexpected issues,
And fierce storms of deadly conflict will follow.
But Lysander was not wanting with an evasion, alleging that if the Spartans were really apprehensive of the oracle, they must have a care of Leotychides; for it was not the limping foot of a king that the gods cared about, but the purity of the Herculean family, into whose sights if a spurious issue were admitted, it would make the kingdom to halt indeed. Agesilaus likewise alleged, that the bastardy of Leotychides was witnessed to by Neptune, who threw Agis out of bed by a violent earthquake, after which time he ceased to visit his wife, yet Leotychides was born above ten months after this.
But Lysander wasn’t short on excuses, claiming that if the Spartans were truly worried about the oracle, they should be cautious of Leotychides. He argued it wasn’t the fact that the king limped that mattered to the gods, but the integrity of the Herculean lineage; if a false heir were allowed into that line, it would definitely bring the kingdom to a standstill. Agesilaus also pointed out that Leotychides’ illegitimacy was testified by Neptune, who threw Agis out of bed during a violent earthquake, after which he stopped visiting his wife, yet Leotychides was born more than ten months later.
Agesilaus was upon these allegations declared king, and soon possessed himself of the private estate of Agis, as well as his throne, Leotychides being wholly rejected as a bastard. He now turned his attention to his kindred by the mother’s side, persons of worth and virtue, but miserably poor. To them he gave half his brother’s estate, and by this popular act gained general good-will and reputation, in the place of the envy and ill-feeling which the inheritance might otherwise have procured him. What Xenophon tells us of him, that by complying with, and, as it were, being ruled by his country, he grew into such great power with them, that he could do what he pleased, is meant to apply to the power he gained in the following manner with the Ephors and Elders. These were at that time of the greatest authority in the State; the former, officers annually chosen; the Elders, holding their places during life; both instituted, as already told in the life of Lycurgus, to restrain the power of the kings. Hence it was that there was always from generation to generation, a feud and contention between them and the kings. But Agesilaus took another course. Instead of contending with them, he courted them; in all proceedings he commenced by taking their advice, was always ready to go, nay almost run, when they called him; if he were upon his royal seat hearing causes and the Ephors came in, he rose to them; whenever any man was elected into the Council of Elders, he presented him with a gown and an ox. Thus, whilst he made show of deference to them, and of a desire to extend their authority, he secretly advanced his own, and enlarged the prerogatives of the kings by several liberties which their friendship to his person conceded.
Agesilaus was declared king following these claims, and quickly took over Agis's private estate along with his throne, completely sidelining Leotychides as a illegitimate heir. He then focused on his maternal relatives, who were good people but very poor. To them, he gave half of his brother’s estate, and through this popular action, he earned widespread support and respect instead of the envy and resentment that might have come from his inheritance. What Xenophon tells us is that by aligning himself with his country, he gained such significant power with them that he could do as he wished. This power was particularly evident in his dealings with the Ephors and Elders, who were the most powerful figures in the state at that time; the Ephors were elected annually, while the Elders held their positions for life. Both were established, as mentioned in the life of Lycurgus, to limit the kings' power. Consequently, there was always a conflict between the kings and these officials. However, Agesilaus chose a different approach. Instead of fighting them, he sought their favor; he always began his actions by asking for their advice, was eager to respond to their requests, and would stand when they entered while he was on his royal throne. Whenever someone was elected to the Elder Council, he would present them with a robe and an ox. By showing such respect and a willingness to enhance their authority, he subtly increased his own power and expanded the kings' privileges through the favors that their friendship with him allowed.
To other citizens he so behaved himself, as to be less blamable in his enmities than in his friendships; for against his enemy he forbore to take any unjust advantage, but his friends he would assist, even in what was unjust. If an enemy had done anything praiseworthy, he felt it shameful to detract from his due, but his friends he knew not how to reprove when they did ill, nay, he would eagerly join with them, and assist them in their misdeed, and thought all offices of friendship commendable, let the matter in which they were employed be what it would. Again, when any of his adversaries was overtaken in a fault, he would be the first to pity him, and be soon entreated to procure his pardon, by which he won the hearts of all men. Insomuch that his popularity grew at last suspected by the Ephors, who laid a fine on him, professing that he was appropriating the citizens to himself, who ought to be the common property of the State. For as it is the opinion of philosophers, that could you take away strife and opposition out of the universe, all the heavenly bodies would stand still, generation and motion would cease in the mutual concord and agreement of all things, so the Spartan legislator seems to have admitted ambition and emulation, among the ingredients of his Commonwealth as the incentives of virtue, distinctly wishing that there should be some dispute and competition among his men of worth, and pronouncing the mere idle, uncontested, mutual compliance to unproved deserts to be but a false sort of concord. And some think Homer had an eye to this, when he introduces Agamemnon well pleased with the quarrel arising between Ulysses and Achilles, and with the “terrible words” that passed between them, which he would never have done, unless he had thought emulations and dissensions between the noblest men to be of great public benefit. Yet this maxim is not simply to be granted, without restriction, for if animosities go too far, they are very dangerous to cities, and of most pernicious consequence.
He acted with other citizens in such a way that he was less blameworthy in his rivalries than in his friendships; for while he refrained from taking any unjust advantage of his enemies, he would assist his friends even in wrongdoings. If an enemy did something commendable, he thought it shameful to detract from their deserved recognition, but he struggled to criticize his friends when they did wrong. In fact, he would eagerly join in and assist them in their misdeeds, believing that all acts of friendship were commendable, no matter the context. Similarly, when any of his rivals made a mistake, he would be the first to feel pity and would quickly be persuaded to help secure their forgiveness, earning the admiration of everyone. This eventually led to his popularity being questioned by the Ephors, who fined him, claiming he was trying to make the citizens his own, who should belong to the State as a whole. Philosophers suggest that if all conflict and rivalry were removed from the universe, everything would come to a standstill, and creation and motion would cease in a harmony that would not be sustainable. The Spartan lawmaker seemed to embrace ambition and competition as elements of his society, intentionally allowing some level of dispute and competition among his virtuous individuals, asserting that mere idle agreement without challenge was merely a false type of harmony. Some believe Homer acknowledged this when he showed Agamemnon pleased with the argument between Ulysses and Achilles, and the “terrible words” exchanged, which he certainly wouldn’t have done if he didn’t see rivalry and discord among the noblest individuals as beneficial for the public good. However, this idea shouldn't be accepted without caution, as excessive animosity can be very harmful to cities and lead to disastrous consequences.
When Agesilaus was newly entered upon the government, there came news from Asia, that the Persian king was making great naval preparations, resolving with a high hand to dispossess the Spartans of their maritime supremacy. Lysander was eager for the opportunity of going over and succoring his friends in Asia, whom he had there left governors and masters of the cities, whose mal-administration and tyrannical behavior was causing them to be driven out, and in some cases put to death. He therefore persuaded Agesilaus to claim the command of the expedition, and by carrying the war far from Greece into Persia, to anticipate the designs of the barbarian. He also wrote to his friends in Asia, that by embassy they should demand Agesilaus for their captain. Agesilaus, therefore, coming into the public assembly, offered his service, upon condition that he might have thirty Spartans for captains and counselors, two thousand chosen men of the newly enfranchised helots, and allies to the number of six thousand. Lysander’s authority and assistance soon obtained his request, so that he was sent away with the thirty Spartans, of whom Lysander was at once the chief, not only because of his power and reputation, but also on account of his friendship with Agesilaus, who esteemed his procuring him this charge a greater obligation, than that of preferring him to the kingdom.
When Agesilaus first took over the leadership, news came from Asia that the Persian king was making extensive naval preparations, planning to take away the Spartans' control of the sea. Lysander was eager for the chance to go help his friends in Asia, whom he had left in charge of cities that were suffering due to poor leadership and tyranny, causing many to be expelled and some even killed. He convinced Agesilaus to take command of the mission and to lead the war deep into Persia to thwart the plans of the enemy. He also wrote to his friends in Asia, asking them to send a delegation to request Agesilaus as their leader. So, when Agesilaus attended the public assembly, he offered his services, asking that he be allowed to have thirty Spartans as leaders and advisors, two thousand selected individuals from the newly freed helots, and an ally force of six thousand. With Lysander's authority and support, his request was quickly granted, and he set off with the thirty Spartans, led by Lysander, who was chosen not only for his influence and reputation but also because of his friendship with Agesilaus, who felt that securing this command for him was a bigger favor than making him king.
Whilst the army was collecting to the rendezvous at Geraestus, Agesilaus went with some of his friends to Aulis, where in a dream he saw a man approach him, and speak to him after this manner: “O king of the Lacedaemonians, you cannot but know that, before yourself, there hath been but one general captain of the whole of the Greeks, namely, Agamemnon; now, since you succeed him in the same office and command of the same men, since you war against the same enemies, and begin your expedition from the same place, you ought also to offer such a sacrifice, as he offered before he weighed anchor.” Agesilaus at the same moment remembered that the sacrifice which Agamemnon offered was his own daughter, he being so directed by the oracle. Yet was he not at all disturbed at it, but as soon as he arose, he told his dream to his friends, adding, that he would propitiate the goddess with the sacrifices a goddess must delight in, and would not follow the ignorant example of his predecessor. He therefore ordered a hind to be crowned with chaplets, and bade his own soothsayer perform the rite, not the usual person whom the Boeotians, in ordinary course, appointed to that office. When the Boeotian magistrates understood it, they were much offended, and sent officers to Agesilaus, to forbid his sacrificing contrary to the laws of the country. These having delivered their message to him, immediately went to the altar, and threw down the quarters of the hind that lay upon it. Agesilaus took this very ill, and without further sacrifice immediately sailed away, highly displeased with the Boeotians, and much discouraged in his mind at the omen, boding to himself an unsuccessful voyage, and an imperfect issue of the whole expedition.
As the army gathered at the meeting point in Geraestus, Agesilaus went with some friends to Aulis, where he had a dream of a man approaching him and saying, “Oh king of the Lacedaemonians, you must know that before you, there was only one overall general for all the Greeks, Agamemnon. Now that you succeed him in the same role, commanding the same troops, fighting the same enemies, and starting your campaign from the same place, you should also offer the same sacrifice he did before he set sail.” Agesilaus remembered that Agamemnon's sacrifice was his own daughter, as directed by the oracle. However, he wasn’t disturbed by this at all; as soon as he woke up, he shared the dream with his friends, saying he would honor the goddess with sacrifices that would please her and wouldn’t follow the foolish example of his predecessor. He ordered a hind to be decorated with garlands and instructed his own soothsayer to perform the ritual, rather than the usual one appointed by the Boeotians. When the Boeotian officials learned of this, they were very upset and sent officers to Agesilaus, telling him to stop his sacrifices that went against the laws of their land. After delivering their message, they went to the altar and threw down the pieces of the hind that were lying there. Agesilaus was very offended by this, and without making any further sacrifices, he immediately set sail, greatly displeased with the Boeotians and feeling discouraged by the omen, fearing an unsuccessful journey and a flawed outcome for the entire expedition.
When he came to Ephesus, he found the power and interest of Lysander, and the honors paid to him, insufferably great; all applications were made to him, crowds of suitors attended at his door, and followed upon his steps, as if nothing but the mere name of commander belonged, to satisfy the usage, to Agesilaus, the whole power of it being devolved upon Lysander. None of all the commanders that had been sent into Asia was either so powerful or so formidable as he; no one had rewarded his friends better, or had been more severe against his enemies; which things having been lately done, made the greater impression on men’s minds, especially when they compared the simple and popular behavior of Agesilaus, with the harsh and violent and brief-spoken demeanor which Lysander still retained. Universal deference was yielded to this, and little regard shown to Agesilaus. This first occasioned offense to the other Spartan captains, who resented that they should rather seem the attendants of Lysander, than the councilors of Agesilaus. And at length Agesilaus himself, though not perhaps all envious man in his nature, nor apt to be troubled at the honors redounding upon other men, yet eager for honor and jealous of his glory, began to apprehend that Lysander’s greatness would carry away from him the reputation of whatever great action should happen. He therefore went this way to work. He first opposed him in all his counsels; whatever Lysander specially advised was rejected, and other proposals followed. Then whoever made any address to him, if he found him attached to Lysander, certainly lost his suit. So also in judicial cases, anyone whom he spoke strongly against was sure to come off with success, and any man whom he was particularly solicitous to procure some benefit for, might think it well if he got away without an actual loss. These things being clearly not done by chance, but constantly and of a set purpose, Lysander was soon sensible of them, and hesitated not to tell his friends, that they suffered for his sake, bidding them apply themselves to the king, and such as were more powerful with him than he was. Such sayings of his seeming to be designed purposely to excite ill feeling, Agesilaus went on to offer him a yet more open affront, appointing him his meat-carver; and would in public companies scornfully say, “Let them go now and pay their court to my carver.” Lysander, no longer able to brook these indignities, complained at last to Agesilaus himself, telling him, that he knew very well how to humble his friends. Agesilaus answered, “I know certainly how to humble those who pretend to more power than myself.” “That,” replied Lysander, “is perhaps rather said by you, than done by me; I desire only, that you will assign me some office and place, in which I may serve you without incurring your displeasure.”
When he arrived in Ephesus, he found Lysander's influence and the honors given to him incredibly overwhelming; everyone turned to him for support, crowds of petitioners gathered at his door, and followed him around, as if only the title of commander belonged to him, while Agesilaus's authority seemed entirely in Lysander's hands. None of the commanders sent to Asia were as powerful or intimidating as he was; no one had rewarded his allies better or been harsher on his enemies. These recent actions had a significant impact on people's perceptions, especially when they contrasted Agesilaus's straightforward and approachable demeanor with Lysander's harsh, forceful, and curt manner. People showed great respect for Lysander and little regard for Agesilaus. This sparked resentment among the other Spartan leaders, who felt they seemed more like followers of Lysander rather than advisors to Agesilaus. Eventually, even Agesilaus, who was not typically envious by nature or bothered by others receiving honors, began to worry that Lysander's prominence would overshadow his own achievements. So, he decided to take action. He first opposed Lysander in all his plans; whatever Lysander recommended was dismissed, and alternative suggestions were put forward. Anyone who approached him and showed loyalty to Lysander would certainly get rejected. In legal matters, anyone he spoke strongly against would likely succeed, while those he actively tried to help might just avoid actual loss. These actions were clearly intentional rather than coincidental, and Lysander soon noticed them, openly telling his friends that they were suffering because of him and urging them to seek favor from the king or more influential figures than himself. His comments seemed aimed at stirring animosity, prompting Agesilaus to give him an even clearer affront by making him his food server and publicly mocking, "Let them go pay their respects to my carver now." Unable to tolerate these indignities any longer, Lysander finally confronted Agesilaus, stating that he knew well how to demean his friends. Agesilaus replied, "I certainly know how to humble those who pretend to have more power than I do." Lysander responded, "That may be more your claim than something I'm doing; I just ask that you give me a role and position where I can serve you without inciting your anger."
Upon this Agesilaus sent him to the Hellespont, whence he procured Spithridates, a Persian of the province of Pharnabazus, to come to the assistance of the Greeks with two hundred horse, and a great supply of money. Yet his anger did not so come down, but he thenceforward pursued the design of wresting the kingdom out of the hands of the two families which then enjoyed it, and making it wholly elective; and it is thought that he would on account of this quarrel have excited a great commotion in Sparta, if he had not died in the Boeotian war. Thus ambitious spirits in a commonwealth, when they transgress their bounds, are apt to do more harm than good. For though Lysander’s pride and assumption was most ill-timed and insufferable in its display, yet Agesilaus surely could have found some other way of setting him right, less offensive to a man of his reputation and ambitious temper. Indeed they were both blinded with the same passion, so as one not to recognize the authority of his superior, the other not to bear with the imperfections of his friend.
After that, Agesilaus sent him to the Hellespont, where he managed to persuade Spithridates, a Persian from the province of Pharnabazus, to assist the Greeks with two hundred cavalry and a substantial amount of money. However, his anger didn't subside; instead, he continued to pursue the plan of taking the kingdom away from the two families that held power at the time and making it entirely elective. It's believed that, because of this conflict, he would have sparked a major upheaval in Sparta if he hadn't died during the Boeotian war. Ambitious individuals in a republic, when they overstep their limits, often end up causing more harm than good. While Lysander's arrogance and self-importance were poorly timed and intolerable, Agesilaus could have found a less offensive way to correct him that would have respected his reputation and ambition. In fact, both were blinded by the same passion, with one failing to acknowledge his superior’s authority and the other unable to tolerate his friend's shortcomings.
Tisaphernes being at first afraid of Agesilaus, treated with him about setting the Grecian cities at liberty, which was agreed on. But soon after finding a sufficient force drawn together, he resolved upon war, for which Agesilaus was not sorry. For the expectation of this expedition was great, and he did not think it for his honor, that Xenophon with ten thousand men should march through the heart of Asia to the sea, beating the Persian forces when and how he pleased, and that he at the head of the Spartans, then sovereigns both at sea and land, should not achieve some memorable action for Greece. And so to be even with Tisaphernes, he requites his perjury by a fair stratagem. He pretends to march into Caria, whither when he had drawn Tisaphernes and his army, he suddenly turns back, and falls upon Phrygia, takes many of their cities, and carries away great booty, showing his allies, that to break a solemn league was a downright contempt of the gods, but the circumvention of an enemy in war was not only just but glorious, a gratification at once and an advantage.
Tisaphernes, initially scared of Agesilaus, negotiated with him about freeing the Greek cities, which they agreed to. However, shortly after, upon gathering enough force, he decided to go to war, and Agesilaus was not displeased. The anticipation of this campaign was high, and he didn’t think it was honorable for Xenophon, with his ten thousand men, to march through the heart of Asia to the sea, beating the Persian forces at will, while he, leading the Spartans, the rulers of both land and sea, didn’t accomplish some significant feat for Greece. To get back at Tisaphernes, he exacted his revenge for his betrayal with a clever trick. He pretended to march into Caria, luring Tisaphernes and his army there, then suddenly turned back and attacked Phrygia, capturing many of their cities and seizing a lot of loot. He showed his allies that breaking a solemn agreement was a blatant disregard for the gods, but outsmarting an enemy in war was not only justified but also glorious, providing both satisfaction and an advantage.
Being weak in horse, and discouraged by ill omens in the sacrifices, he retired to Ephesus, and there raised cavalry. He obliged the rich men, that were not inclined to serve in person, to find each of them a horseman armed and mounted; and there being many who preferred doing this, the army was quickly reinforced by a body, not of unwilling recruits for the infantry, but of brave and numerous horsemen. For those that were not good at fighting themselves, hired such as were more military in their inclinations, and such as loved not horse-service substituted in their places such as did. Agamemnon’s example had been a good one, when he took the present of an excellent mare, to dismiss a rich coward from the army.
Being weak in cavalry and discouraged by bad signs in the sacrifices, he retreated to Ephesus, where he raised a cavalry force. He required wealthy individuals who were unwilling to serve themselves to provide each a mounted and armed horseman. Many preferred this option, so the army quickly gained a strong contingent, not from reluctant infantry recruits, but from a brave and numerous group of horsemen. Those who weren't good in battle hired soldiers who had a stronger military inclination, and those who disliked horse service replaced themselves with those who did. Agamemnon set a good example when he gave an excellent mare as a gift to send a wealthy coward away from the army.
When by Agesilaus’s order the prisoners he had taken in Phrygia were exposed to sale, they were first stripped of their garments, and then sold naked. The clothes found many customers to buy them, but the bodies being, from the want of all exposure and exercise, white and tender-skinned, were derided and scorned as unserviceable. Agesilaus, who stood by at the auction, told his Greeks, “These are the men against whom ye fight, and these the things you will gain by it.”
When Agesilaus ordered the prisoners he captured in Phrygia to be sold, they were first stripped of their clothes and then sold naked. The clothes attracted many buyers, but the bodies, which were pale and soft-skinned from lack of exposure and exercise, were mocked and dismissed as useless. Agesilaus, who was watching the auction, said to his Greek soldiers, “These are the men you are fighting against, and this is what you will gain from it.”
The season of the year being come, he boldly gave out that he would invade Lydia; and this plaindealing of his was now mistaken for a stratagem by Tisaphernes, who, by not believing Agesilaus, having been already deceived by him, overreached himself. He expected that he should have made choice of Caria, as a rough country, not fit for horse, in which he deemed Agesilaus to be weak, and directed his own marches accordingly. But when he found him to be as good as his word, and to have entered into the country of Sardis, he made great haste after him, and by great marches of his horse, overtaking the loose stragglers who were pillaging the country, he cut them off. Agesilaus meanwhile, considering that the horse had outridden the foot, but that he himself had the whole body of his own army entire, made haste to engage them. He mingled his light-armed foot, carrying targets, with the horse, commanding them to advance at full speed and begin the battle, whilst he brought up the heavier-armed men in the rear. The success was answerable to the design; the barbarians were put to the rout, the Grecians pursued hard, took their camp, and put many of them to the sword. The consequence of this victory was very great; for they had not only the liberty of foraging the Persian country, and plundering at pleasure, but also saw Tisaphernes pay dearly for all the cruelty he had showed the Greeks, to whom he was a professed enemy. For the king of Persia sent Tithraustes, who took off his head, and presently dealt with Agesilaus about his return into Greece, sending to him ambassadors to that purpose, with commission to offer him great sums of money. Agesilaus’s answer was, that the making of peace belonged to the Lacedaemonians, not to him; as for wealth, he had rather see it in his soldiers’ hands than his own; that the Grecians thought it not honorable to enrich themselves with the bribes of their enemies, but with their spoils only. Yet, that he might gratify Tithraustes for the justice he had done upon Tisaphernes, the common enemy of the Greeks, he removed his quarters into Phrygia, accepting thirty talents for his expenses. Whilst he was upon his march, he received a staff from the government at Sparta, appointing him admiral as well as general. This was an honor which was never done to any but Agesilaus, who being now undoubtedly the greatest and most illustrious man of his time, still, as Theopompus has said, gave himself more occasion of glory in his own virtue and merit than was given him in this authority and power. Yet he committed a fault in preferring Pisander to the command of the navy, when there were others at hand both older and more experienced; in this not so much consulting the public good, as the gratification of his kindred, and especially his wife, whose brother Pisander was.
With the season changing, he confidently announced that he would invade Lydia. This straightforwardness was misinterpreted as a trick by Tisaphernes, who, having already been deceived by Agesilaus, underestimated him. Tisaphernes thought Agesilaus would choose Caria, a harsh region unsuitable for cavalry, which he assumed was a weak point for Agesilaus, and planned his movements accordingly. However, when he realized Agesilaus was true to his word and had entered the region of Sardis, he rushed after him, sending his cavalry to catch the stragglers who were looting the area. Meanwhile, Agesilaus, noticing that the cavalry had outpaced the infantry but that his entire army was intact, hurried to engage them. He mixed his lightly armed infantry with the cavalry, ordering them to charge quickly and start the battle while he brought up the heavier infantry in the rear. The result matched the strategy; the barbarians were routed, the Greeks pursued vigorously, captured their camp, and killed many of them. This victory had significant repercussions, as they not only gained the freedom to raid the Persian territory but also saw Tisaphernes punished for the cruelty he inflicted on the Greeks, whom he openly despised. The Persian king sent Tithraustes, who executed him, and soon reached out to Agesilaus about returning to Greece, sending ambassadors with offers of large sums of money. Agesilaus replied that making peace was the responsibility of the Lacedaemonians, not him; regarding wealth, he preferred it in his soldiers' hands rather than his own. He believed the Greeks should not enrich themselves through enemy bribes but only through spoils of war. However, to show appreciation to Tithraustes for avenging Tisaphernes, the common enemy of the Greeks, he moved his camp to Phrygia and accepted thirty talents for his expenses. While on the march, he received a staff from the government in Sparta, appointing him admiral as well as general. This honor had been bestowed on no one else but Agesilaus, who, as Theopompus noted, found more opportunities for glory in his own character and achievements than in this title and power. Yet, he made a mistake by choosing Pisander to command the navy when there were others available who were older and more experienced, prioritizing the satisfaction of his family, particularly his wife, whose brother was Pisander, over the public good.
Having removed his camp into Pharnabazus’s province, he not only met with great plenty of provisions, but also raised great sums of money, and marching on to the bounds of Paphlagonia, he soon drew Cotys, the king of it, into a league, to which he of his own accord inclined, out of the opinion he had of Agesilaus’s honor and virtue. Spithridates, from the time of his abandoning Pharnabazus, constantly attended Agesilaus in the camp whithersoever he went. This Spithridates had a son, a very handsome boy, called Megabates, of whom Agesilaus was extremely fond, and also a very beautiful daughter, that was marriageable. Her Agesilaus matched to Cotys, and taking of him a thousand horse, with two thousand light-armed foot, he returned into Phrygia, and there pillaged the country of Pharnabazus, who durst not meet him in the field, nor yet trust to his garrisons, but getting his valuables together, got out of the way and moved about up and down with a flying army, till Spithridates joining with Herippidas the Spartan, took his camp, and all his property. Herippidas being too severe an inquirer into the plunder with which the barbarian soldiers had enriched themselves, and forcing them to deliver it up with too much strictness, so disobliged Spithridates with his questioning and examining, that he changed sides again, and went off with the Paphlagonians to Sardis. This was a very great vexation to Agesilaus, not only that he had lost the friendship of a valiant commander, and with him a considerable part of his army, but still more that it had been done with the disrepute of a sordid and petty covetousness, of which he always had made it a point of honor to keep both himself and his country clear. Besides these public causes, he had a private one, his excessive fondness for the son, which touched him to the quick, though he endeavored to master it, and, especially in presence of the boy, to suppress all appearance of it; so much so that when Megabates, for that was his name, came once to receive a kiss from him, he declined it. At which when the young boy blushed and drew back, and afterward saluted him at a more reserved distance, Agesilaus soon repenting his coldness, and changing his mind, pretended to wonder why he did not salute him with the same familiarity as formerly. His friends about him answered, “You are in the fault, who would not accept the kiss of the boy, but turned away in alarm; he would come to you again, if you would have the courage to let him do so.” Upon this Agesilaus paused a while, and at length answered, “You need not encourage him to it; I think I had rather be master of myself in that refusal, than see all things that are now before my eyes turned into gold.” Thus he demeaned himself to Megabates when present, but he had so great a passion for him in his absence, that it may be questioned whether if the boy had returned again, all the courage he had would have sustained him in such another refusal.
After moving his camp into Pharnabazus’s territory, he found not only an abundance of supplies but also raised significant funds. As he marched to the border of Paphlagonia, he quickly formed an alliance with Cotys, the king there, who willingly joined based on his high regard for Agesilaus’s honor and virtue. Since leaving Pharnabazus, Spithridates had consistently accompanied Agesilaus in the camp wherever he went. Spithridates had a very handsome son named Megabates, whom Agesilaus was very fond of, as well as a beautiful daughter of marriageable age. Agesilaus arranged her marriage to Cotys, and in return, he received a thousand horsemen and two thousand light infantry, before returning to Phrygia, where he looted Pharnabazus's lands. Pharnabazus, fearing to confront him directly and distrusting his garrisons, gathered his valuables and retreated with a mobile army, while Spithridates, teaming up with Herippidas the Spartan, captured his camp and all his possessions. Herippidas's strict inquiries regarding the spoils the barbarian soldiers had acquired, as well as his harsh demands for them to return those goods, upset Spithridates. This caused him to switch sides again and depart with the Paphlagonians to Sardis. This was a significant disappointment for Agesilaus, not only because he lost the support of a brave commander along with a large part of his army, but more so because it was tainted by the notion of petty greed, which he had always strived to avoid for himself and his country. Additionally, he had a personal reason for his distress: his deep affection for the son. He tried to manage his feelings, especially in front of the boy, to hide any signs of it. So much so that when Megabates, as he was called, came to him for a kiss, he turned it down. When the young boy blushed and stepped back, then greeted him from a distance, Agesilaus regretted his coldness and changed his mind, pretending to wonder why Megabates no longer approached him as freely as before. His friends around him said, “You’re to blame for this; you didn’t accept the boy’s kiss and turned away in shock. He would come back if you showed him some courage to let him.” Agesilaus paused for a moment, then replied, “You don’t need to encourage him; I’d rather keep control by refusing than see everything in front of me turned to gold.” He acted this way toward Megabates when he was present, but he had such a strong affection for him when he was away that it’s questionable whether he would’ve had the strength to refuse again if the boy had come back.
After this, Pharnabazus sought an opportunity of conferring with Agesilaus, which Apollophanes of Cyzicus, the common host of them both, procured for him. Agesilaus coming first to the appointed place, threw himself down upon the grass under a tree, lying there in expectation of Pharnabazus, who, bringing with him soft skins and wrought carpets to lie down upon, when he saw Agesilaus’s posture, grew ashamed of his luxuries and made no use of them, but laid himself down upon the grass also, without regard for his delicate and richly dyed clothing. Pharnabazus had matter enough of complaint against Agesilaus, and therefore, after the mutual civilities were over, he put him in mind of the great services he had done the Lacedaemonians in the Attic war, of which he thought it an ill recompense to have his country thus harassed and spoiled, by those men who owed so much to him. The Spartans that were present hung down their heads, as conscious of the wrong they had done to their ally. But Agesilaus said, “We, O Pharnabazus, when we were in amity with your master the king, behaved ourselves like friends, and now that we are at war with him, we behave ourselves as enemies. As for you, we must look upon you as a part of his property, and must do these outrages upon you, not intending the harm to you, but to him whom we wound through you. But whenever you will choose rather to be a friend to the Grecians, than a slave of the king of Persia, you may then reckon this army and navy to be all at your command, to defend both you, your country, and your liberties, without which there is nothing honorable, or indeed desirable among men.” Upon this Pharnabazus discovered his mind, and answered, “If the king sends another governor in my room, I will certainly come over to you, but as long as he trusts me with the government, I shall be just to him, and not fail to do my utmost endeavors in opposing you.” Agesilaus was taken with the answer, and shook hands with him; and rising, said, “How much rather had I have so brave a man my friend than mine enemy.”
After this, Pharnabazus looked for a chance to speak with Agesilaus, which Apollophanes of Cyzicus, their mutual host, arranged for him. Agesilaus arrived first at the designated spot and lay down on the grass under a tree, waiting for Pharnabazus. When Pharnabazus arrived with soft skins and woven carpets to lie on, he felt ashamed of his luxuries upon seeing Agesilaus's position. Instead of using the comforts he brought, he also lay down on the grass, disregarding his fine and elaborately dyed clothes. Pharnabazus had many complaints against Agesilaus, so after exchanging civilities, he reminded him of the significant help he had provided to the Lacedaemonians during the Attic war, feeling it was unfair for his country to be ravaged by those who owed him so much. The Spartans present hung their heads, aware of the wrong they had done to their ally. However, Agesilaus replied, “We, O Pharnabazus, when we were friends with your master the king, acted like friends, and now that we are at war with him, we act like enemies. As for you, we have to see you as part of his property, and we commit these affronts against you, not with the intention of harming you, but through you to harm him. But whenever you choose to befriend the Greeks rather than remain a servant of the king of Persia, you can count on this army and navy to defend you, your land, and your freedom, without which there's nothing honorable or truly desirable among men.” At this, Pharnabazus revealed his thoughts and said, “If the king sends another governor to replace me, I will certainly join you, but as long as he trusts me with the leadership, I will remain loyal to him and do my best to oppose you.” Agesilaus appreciated the response and shook his hand; then he stood up and said, “I would much rather have such a brave man as my friend than my enemy.”
Pharnabazus being gone off, his son, staying behind, ran up to Agesilaus, and smilingly said, “Agesilaus, I make you my guest;” and thereupon presented him with a javelin which he had in his hand. Agesilaus received it, and being much taken with the good mien and the courtesy of the youth, looked about to see if there were anything in his train fit to offer him in return; and observing the horse of Idaeus, the secretary, to have very fine trappings on, he took them off, and bestowed them upon the young gentleman. Nor did his kindness rest there, but he continued ever after to be mindful of him, so that when he was driven out of his country by his brothers, and lived an exile in Peloponnesus, he took great care of him, and condescended even to assist him in some love-matters. He had an attachment for a youth of Athenian birth, who was bred up as an athlete; and when at the Olympic games this boy, on account of his great size and general strong and full-grown appearance, was in some danger of not being admitted into the list, the Persian betook himself to Agesilaus, and made use of his friendship. Agesilaus readily assisted him, and not without a great deal of difficulty effected his desires. He was in all other things a man of great and exact justice, but when the case concerned a friend, to be straitlaced in point of justice, he said, was only a colorable presence of denying him. There is an epistle written to Idrieus, prince of Caria, that is ascribed to Agesilaus; it is this: “If Nicias be innocent, absolve him; if he be guilty, absolve him upon my account; however be sure to absolve him.” This was his usual character in his deportment towards his friends. Yet his rule was not without exception; for sometimes he considered the necessity of his affairs more than his friend, of which he once gave an example, when upon a sudden and disorderly removal of his camp, he left a sick friend behind him, and when he called loudly after him, and implored his help, turned his back, and said it was hard to be compassionate and wise too. This story is related by Hieronymus, the philosopher.
Once Pharnabazus left, his son, who stayed behind, ran up to Agesilaus and said with a smile, “Agesilaus, you’re my guest,” and handed him a javelin he was holding. Agesilaus accepted it and, impressed by the youth's demeanor and politeness, looked around to find something suitable to offer in return. He noticed that Idaeus, the secretary, had a beautiful horse with fine decorations, so he took them off and gave them to the young man. Agesilaus didn’t stop there; he always kept the youth in mind. When the young man was forced out of his homeland by his brothers and lived as an exile in Peloponnesus, Agesilaus took good care of him and even helped him with some romantic issues. The young man had feelings for an Athenian athlete. When this athlete, due to his large size and grown-up appearance, was in danger of not being accepted at the Olympic Games, the Persian turned to Agesilaus for help, relying on their friendship. Agesilaus gladly assisted and, after much effort, achieved the desired outcome. In all other matters, he was a man of great and precise fairness, but he believed that being inflexible with justice when it came to a friend was merely a hollow excuse for denying them. There is a letter attributed to Agesilaus, written to Idrieus, the prince of Caria, which states: “If Nicias is innocent, clear him; if he’s guilty, clear him for my sake; but make sure to clear him.” This reflected his usual attitude toward his friends. However, he wasn’t without exceptions; he sometimes prioritized his own needs over those of his friends. One example of this was during a sudden and chaotic camp relocation when he left a sick friend behind. When the friend called out for help, Agesilaus turned away and said it was difficult to be both compassionate and wise. This story is told by the philosopher Hieronymus.
Another year of the war being spent, Agesilaus’s fame still increased, insomuch that the Persian king received daily information concerning his many virtues, and the great esteem the world had of his temperance, his plain living, and his moderation. When he made any journey, he would usually take up his lodging in a temple, and there make the gods witnesses of his most private actions, which others would scarce permit men to be acquainted with. In so great an army, you should scarce find common soldier lie on a coarser mattress, than Agesilaus; he was so indifferent to the varieties of heat and cold, that all the seasons, as the gods sent them, seemed natural to him. The Greeks that inhabited Asia were much pleased to see the great lords and governors of Persia, with all the pride, cruelty, and luxury in which they lived, trembling and bowing before a man in a poor threadbare cloak, and at one laconic word out of his mouth, obsequiously deferring and changing their wishes and purposes. So that it brought to the minds of many the verses of Timotheus,
Another year of the war passed, and Agesilaus’s reputation continued to grow, to the point where the Persian king received daily reports about his many virtues, and how highly regarded he was for his self-control, simple lifestyle, and moderation. Whenever he traveled, he would usually stay in a temple and make the gods witnesses to his most private actions, which others would hardly allow anyone to know about. In such a large army, you would barely find a common soldier lying on a coarser mattress than Agesilaus; he was so unconcerned about the extremes of heat and cold that all the seasons, as the gods sent them, felt natural to him. The Greeks living in Asia were very pleased to see the high lords and governors of Persia, who lived with such pride, cruelty, and luxury, trembling and bowing before a man in a worn-out cloak, who with just one sharp word could make them submit and change their plans. This brought to many people's minds the verses of Timotheus,
Mars is the tyrant, gold Greece does not fear.
Mars is the ruthless ruler, gold Greece does not fear.
Many parts of Asia now revolting from the Persians, Agesilaus restored order in the cities, and without bloodshed or banishment of any of their members, reestablished the proper constitution in the governments, and now resolved to carry away the war from the seaside, and to march further up into the country, and to attack the king of Persia himself in his own home in Susa and Ecbatana; not willing to let the monarch sit idle in his chair, playing umpire in the conflicts of the Greeks, and bribing their popular leaders. But these great thoughts were interrupted by unhappy news from Sparta; Epicydidas is from thence sent to remand him home, to assist his own country, which was then involved in a great war;
Many areas of Asia were now rebelling against the Persians. Agesilaus brought order back to the cities, and without any violence or exiling their members, he reinstated the proper governance. He then decided to take the war away from the coast and move further inland to confront the king of Persia directly in his own cities of Susa and Ecbatana; he didn't want the king to remain comfortably seated, playing referee in the Greek conflicts and bribing their leaders. However, these ambitious plans were interrupted by troubling news from Sparta; Epicydidas was sent from there to call him back to help his own city, which was caught up in a major war.
Greece to herself doth a barbarian grow,
Others could not, she doth herself o’erthrow.
Greece is turning into a barbarian,
While others can't, she's bringing herself down.
What better can we say of those jealousies, and that league and conspiracy of the Greeks for their own mischief, which arrested fortune in full career, and turned back arms that were already uplifted against the barbarians, to be used upon themselves, and recalled into Greece the war which had been banished out of her? I by no means assent to Demaratus of Corinth, who said, that those Greeks lost a great satisfaction, that did not live to see Alexander sit in the throne of Darius. That sight should rather have drawn tears from them, when they considered, that they had left that glory to Alexander and the Macedonians, whilst they spent all their own great commanders in playing them against each other in the fields of Leuctra, Coronea, Corinth, and Arcadia.
What can we really say about the jealousy and the alliance and conspiracy among the Greeks that ultimately caused their own destruction? They halted their own success and redirected their weapons, which were already raised against the barbarians, to be used against themselves. They also brought back to Greece a war that had been driven out. I completely disagree with Demaratus of Corinth, who claimed that those Greeks missed out on a significant moment by not living to see Alexander take the throne of Darius. Instead, that sight should have brought them to tears, realizing they allowed Alexander and the Macedonians to claim that glory while they wasted their own great leaders fighting against each other in the battles of Leuctra, Coronea, Corinth, and Arcadia.
Nothing was greater or nobler than the behavior of Agesilaus on this occasion, nor can a nobler instance be found in story, of a ready obedience and just deference to orders. Hannibal, though in a bad condition himself, and almost driven out of Italy, could scarcely be induced to obey, when he was called home to serve his country. Alexander made a jest of the battle between Agis and Antipater, laughing and saying, “So, whilst we were conquering Darius in Asia, it seems there was a battle of mice in Arcadia.” Happy Sparta, meanwhile, in the justice and modesty of Agesilaus, and in the deference he paid to the laws of his country; who, immediately upon receipt of his orders, though in the midst of his high fortune and power, and in full hope of great and glorious success, gave all up and instantly departed, “his object unachieved,” leaving many regrets behind him among his allies in Asia, and proving by his example the falseness of that saying of Demostratus, the son of Phaeax, “That the Lacedaemonians were better in public, but the Athenians in private.” For while approving himself an excellent king and general, he likewise showed himself in private an excellent friend, and a most agreeable companion.
Nothing was greater or nobler than Agesilaus's behavior in this situation, and you won’t find a better example in history of someone who readily obeyed and showed proper respect for orders. Hannibal, despite his poor condition and being nearly driven out of Italy, could barely be convinced to return home to serve his country. Alexander mocked the fight between Agis and Antipater, laughing and saying, “So, while we were conquering Darius in Asia, it seems there was a battle of mice in Arcadia.” Happy Sparta thrived because of Agesilaus’s fairness and humility, and his respect for the laws of his country; as soon as he received his orders, even while enjoying his high status and power, and full of hope for great success, he gave it all up and left immediately, “his object unachieved,” leaving many disappointed allies in Asia. His actions proved the saying of Demostratus, the son of Phaeax, to be false—that the Lacedaemonians were better in public, but the Athenians in private. While he was an outstanding king and general, he also showed himself to be an incredible friend and a very pleasant companion in private.
The coin of Persia was stamped with the figure of an archer; Agesilaus said, That a thousand Persian archers had driven him out of Asia; meaning the money that had been laid out in bribing the demagogues and the orators in Thebes and Athens, and thus inciting those two States to hostility against Sparta.
The coin from Persia had the image of an archer on it; Agesilaus said that a thousand Persian archers had forced him out of Asia, referring to the money that had been spent on bribing the leaders and speakers in Thebes and Athens, which stirred up those two city-states to turn against Sparta.
Having passed the Hellespont, he marched by land through Thrace, not begging or entreating a passage anywhere, only he sent his messengers to them, to demand whether they would have him pass as a friend or as an enemy. All the rest received him as a friend, and assisted him on his journey. But the Trallians, to whom Xerxes also is said to have given money, demanded a price of him, namely, one hundred talents of silver, and one hundred women. Agesilaus in scorn asked, Why they were not ready to receive them? He marched on, and finding the Trallians in arms to oppose him, fought them, and slew great numbers of them. He sent the like embassy to the king of Macedonia, who replied, He would take time to deliberate: “Let him deliberate,” said Agesilaus, “we will go forward in the meantime.” The Macedonian, being surprised and daunted at the resolution of the Spartan, gave orders to let him pass as friend. When he came into Thessaly, he wasted the country, because they were in league with the enemy. To Larissa, the chief city of Thessaly, he sent Xenocles and Scythes to treat of a peace, whom when the Larissaeans had laid hold of, and put into custody, others were enraged, and advised the siege of the town; but he answered, That he valued either of those men at more than the whole country of Thessaly. He therefore made terms with them, and received his men again upon composition. Nor need we wonder at this saying of Agesilaus, since when he had news brought him from Sparta, of several great captains slain in a battle near Corinth, in which the slaughter fell upon other Greeks, and the Lacedaemonians obtained a great victory with small loss, he did not appear at all satisfied; but with a great sigh cried out, “O Greece, how many brave men hast thou destroyed; who, if they had been preserved to so good an use, had sufficed to have conquered all Persia!” Yet when the Pharsalians grew troublesome to him, by pressing upon his army, and incommoding his passage, he led out five hundred horse, and in person fought and routed them, setting up a trophy under the mount Narthacius. He valued himself very much upon that victory, that with so small a number of his own training, he had vanquished a body of men that thought themselves the best horsemen of Greece.
After crossing the Hellespont, he marched over land through Thrace, not asking for permission or trying to persuade anyone for safe passage. Instead, he sent messengers to ask whether they preferred him to come as a friend or as an enemy. Most welcomed him as a friend and helped him on his journey. However, the Trallians, who are said to have received money from Xerxes, demanded a price: one hundred talents of silver and one hundred women. Agesilaus mockingly asked why they weren’t ready to accept them. He continued on, and when he found the Trallians armed and ready to fight, he battled them and killed many. He sent a similar message to the king of Macedonia, who replied that he would need time to think about it. “Let him think,” Agesilaus said, “we'll keep moving in the meantime." The Macedonian, startled and intimidated by the Spartan's determination, ordered that he be allowed to pass as a friend. Upon reaching Thessaly, he devastated the land because its people were allies of the enemy. He sent Xenocles and Scythes to Larissa, the main city of Thessaly, to discuss peace. The Larissaeans captured these men and imprisoned them, which angered others who suggested a siege of the city. He responded that he valued either of those men more than the entire region of Thessaly. Thus, he negotiated terms with them and received his men back upon agreement. It’s no surprise that Agesilaus said this, as when he received news from Sparta about several great leaders killed in a battle near Corinth—where the Spartans won a significant victory with little loss—he appeared far from pleased; with a deep sigh, he exclaimed, “O Greece, how many brave men have you lost; if they had been saved for a better purpose, they could have conquered all of Persia!” Yet when the Pharsalians became a nuisance by crowding his army and obstructing his path, he led out five hundred cavalry and personally fought them, defeating them and setting up a trophy under Mount Narthacius. He took great pride in that victory, that with such a small force of his own troops, he had defeated a group that considered themselves the best horsemen in Greece.
Here Diphridas, the Ephor, met him, and delivered his message from Sparta, which ordered him immediately to make an inroad into Boeotia; and though he thought this fitter to have been done at another time, and with greater force, he yet obeyed the magistrates. He thereupon told his soldiers that the day was come, on which they were to enter upon that employment, for the performance of which they were brought out of Asia. He sent for two divisions of the army near Corinth to his assistance. The Lacedaemonians at home, in honor to him, made proclamation for volunteers that would serve under the king, to come in and be enlisted. Finding all the young men in the city ready to offer themselves, they chose fifty of the strongest, and sent them.
Here, Diphridas, the Ephor, met him and delivered a message from Sparta, which instructed him to immediately launch an attack on Boeotia. Although he believed this would have been better done at a different time and with more troops, he still followed the orders from the magistrates. He then told his soldiers that the day had come for them to engage in the task for which they had been brought from Asia. He called for two divisions of the army near Corinth to assist him. The Lacedaemonians back home, in his honor, announced a call for volunteers to serve under the king. Seeing that all the young men in the city were eager to enlist, they selected fifty of the strongest and sent them.
Agesilaus having gained Thermopylae, and passed quietly through Phocis, as soon as he had entered Boeotia, and pitched his camp near Chaeronea, at once met with an eclipse of the sun, and with ill news from the navy, Pisander, the Spartan admiral, being beaten and slain at Cnidos, by Pharnabazus and Conon. He was much moved at it, both upon his own and the public account. Yet lest his army, being now near engaging, should meet with any discouragement, he ordered the messengers to give out, that the Spartans were the conquerors, and he himself putting on a garland, solemnly sacrificed for the good news, and sent portions of the sacrifices to his friends.
Agesilaus, after taking Thermopylae and moving through Phocis without incident, entered Boeotia and set up camp near Chaeronea. There, he experienced a solar eclipse and received bad news from the navy: Pisander, the Spartan admiral, had been defeated and killed at Cnidos by Pharnabazus and Conon. This left him quite shaken, both personally and for the sake of the state. However, to prevent his troops from feeling discouraged before the upcoming engagement, he instructed the messengers to announce that the Spartans had won. He then donned a garland and offered sacrifices to celebrate the supposed good news, sending portions of the offerings to his friends.
When he came near to Coronea, and was within view of the enemy, he drew up his army, and giving the left wing to the Orchomenians, he himself led the right. The Thebans took the right wing of their army, leaving the left to the Argives. Xenophon, who was present, and fought on Agesilaus’s side, reports it to be the hardest fought battle that he had seen. The beginning of it was not so, for the Thebans soon put the Orchomenians to rout, as also did Agesilaus the Argives. But both parties having news of the misfortune of their left wings, they betook themselves to their relief. Here Agesilaus might have been sure of his victory, had he contented himself not to charge them in the front, but in the flank or rear; but being angry and heated in the fight, he would not wait the opportunity, but fell on at once, thinking to bear them down before him. The Thebans were not behind him in courage, so that the battle was fiercely carried on on both sides, especially near Agesilaus’s person, whose new guard of fifty volunteers stood him in great stead that day, and saved his life. They fought with great valor, and interposed their bodies frequently between him and danger, yet could they not so preserve him, but that he received many wounds through his armor with lances and swords, and was with much difficulty gotten off alive by their making a ring about him, and so guarding him, with the slaughter of many of the enemy and the loss of many of their own number. At length finding it too hard a task to break the front of the Theban troops, they opened their own files, and let the enemy march through them, (an artifice which in the beginning they scorned,) watching in the meantime the posture of the enemy, who having passed through, grew careless, as esteeming themselves past danger; in which position they were immediately set upon by the Spartans. Yet were they not then put to rout, but marched on to Helicon, proud of what they had done, being able to say, that they themselves, as to their part of the army, were not worsted.
When he got close to Coronea and could see the enemy, he lined up his army, assigning the left wing to the Orchomenians while he led the right. The Thebans took the right wing of their army, leaving the left to the Argives. Xenophon, who was there and fought alongside Agesilaus, reported that it was the toughest battle he had ever seen. Initially, that wasn't the case, as the Thebans quickly defeated the Orchomenians, just as Agesilaus did with the Argives. However, once both sides learned about the trouble on their left wings, they rushed to help. Agesilaus had a good chance of winning if he had chosen to attack the enemy from the side or the back instead of head-on. But fueled by anger and adrenaline, he charged straight in, thinking he could overpower them. The Thebans matched his courage, leading to a fierce battle on both sides, especially around Agesilaus, who was supported by a new guard of fifty volunteers that day, saving his life. They fought valiantly, consistently putting themselves between him and danger, yet were unable to fully protect him; he suffered numerous wounds through his armor from spears and swords, and it took a lot of effort to get him out alive as they formed a circle around him, fighting off many enemies while losing some of their own. Eventually, realizing it was too difficult to break through the front lines of the Theban forces, they opened their ranks, letting the enemy pass through (a tactic they had initially dismissed), all while keeping an eye on the enemy's formation. Once the Thebans got through, they became overconfident, thinking they were out of danger; it was then that the Spartans launched their attack. They weren't routed, though, and continued marching toward Helicon, proud of their efforts, knowing they had not been bested in their part of the army.
Agesilaus, sore wounded as he was, would not be borne to his tent, till he had been first carried about the field, and had seen the dead conveyed within his encampment. As many of his enemies as had taken sanctuary in the temple, he dismissed. For there stood near the battlefield, the temple of Minerva the Itonian, and before it a trophy erected by the Boeotians, for the victory which under the conduct of Sparton, their general, they obtained over the Athenians under Tolmides, who himself fell in the battle. And next morning early, to make trial of the Theban courage, whether they had any mind to a second encounter, he commanded his soldiers to put on garlands on their heads, and play with their flutes, and raise a trophy before their faces; but when they, instead of fighting, sent for leave to bury their dead, he gave it them; and having so assured himself of the victory, after this he went to Delphi, to the Pythian games, which were then celebrating, at which feast he assisted, and there solemnly offered the tenth part of the spoils he had brought from Asia, which amounted to a hundred talents.
Agesilaus, though seriously wounded, refused to be taken to his tent until he’d been carried around the battlefield and had seen the dead brought into his camp. He dismissed as many of his enemies as had taken refuge in the temple. Nearby, there was the temple of Minerva the Itonian, with a trophy set up by the Boeotians for their victory over the Athenians under Tolmides, who had died in the battle. The next morning, to test the courage of the Thebans and see if they were willing for a second fight, he ordered his soldiers to put garlands on their heads, play their flutes, and raise a trophy in front of them. But when they asked for permission to bury their dead instead of fighting, he granted it. After confirming his victory, he headed to Delphi for the Pythian games that were being celebrated at the time, where he participated in the festivities and solemnly offered a tenth of the spoils he had brought back from Asia, totaling a hundred talents.
Thence he returned to his own country, where his way and habits of life quickly excited the affection and admiration of the Spartans; for, unlike other generals, he came home from foreign lands the same man that he went out, having not so learned the fashions of other countries, as to forget his own, much less to dislike or despise them. He followed and respected all the Spartan customs, without any change either in the manner of his supping, or bathing, or his wife’s apparel, as if he had never traveled over the river Eurotas. So also with his household furniture and his own armor; nay, the very gates of his house were so old, that they might well be thought of Aristodemus’s setting up. His daughter’s Canathrum, says Xenophon, was no richer than that of any one else. The Canathrum, as they call it, is a chair or chariot made of wood, in the shape of a griffin, or tragelaphus, on which the children and young virgins are carried in processions. Xenophon has not left us the name of this daughter of Agesilaus; and Dicaearchus expresses some indignation, because we do not know, he says, the name of Agesilaus’s daughter, nor of Epaminondas’s mother. But in the records of Laconia, we ourselves found his wife’s name to have been Cleora, and his two daughters to have been called Eupolia and Prolyta. And you may also to this day see Agesilaus’s spear kept in Sparta, nothing differing from that of other men.
Then he returned to his home country, where his way of life quickly earned him the affection and admiration of the Spartans. Unlike other generals, he came back from foreign lands as the same person he was when he left, having learned from other cultures without forgetting his own, much less disliking or looking down on it. He followed and respected all Spartan customs, without changing anything in the way he ate, bathed, or how his wife dressed, as if he had never crossed the river Eurotas. This was also true for his household items and his armor; in fact, the very gates of his house were so old that they could easily be thought to have been set up by Aristodemus. His daughter’s Canathrum, as Xenophon notes, was no more elaborate than anyone else’s. The Canathrum, as they call it, is a wooden chair or chariot shaped like a griffin or tragelaphus, on which children and young women are carried in processions. Xenophon does not provide the name of this daughter of Agesilaus, and Dicaearchus expresses some frustration that we don’t know the name of Agesilaus’s daughter nor of Epaminondas’s mother. But in the records of Laconia, we found that his wife’s name was Cleora, and his two daughters were named Eupolia and Prolyta. You can even see Agesilaus’s spear still kept in Sparta, which is no different from that of other men.
There was a vanity he observed among the Spartans, about keeping running horses for the Olympic games, upon which he found they much valued themselves. Agesilaus regarded it as a display not of any real virtue, but of wealth and expense; and to make this evident to the Greeks, induced his sister, Cynisca, to send a chariot into the course. He kept with him Xenophon, the philosopher, and made much of him, and proposed to him to send for his children, and educate them at Sparta, where they would be taught the best of all learning; how to obey, and how to command. Finding on Lysander’s death a large faction formed, which he on his return from Asia had established against Agesilaus, he thought it advisable to expose both him and it, by showing what manner of a citizen he had been whilst he lived. To that end, finding among his writings all oration, composed by Cleon the Halicarnassean, but to have been spoken by Lysander in a public assembly, to excite the people to innovations and changes in the government, he resolved to publish it, as an evidence of Lysander’s practices. But one of the Elders having the perusal of it, and finding it powerfully written, advised him to have a care of digging up Lysander again, and rather bury that oration in the grave with him; and this advice he wisely hearkened to, and hushed the whole thing up; and ever after forbore publicly to affront any of his adversaries, but took occasions of picking out the ringleaders, and sending them away upon foreign services. He thus had means for exposing the avarice and the injustice of many of them in their employments; and again when they were by others brought into question, he made it his business to bring them off, obliging them, by that means, of enemies to become his friends, and so by degrees left none remaining.
There was a sense of pride among the Spartans about keeping racing horses for the Olympic games, which they valued highly. Agesilaus saw this as a show of wealth and extravagance rather than real virtue. To prove this point to the Greeks, he encouraged his sister, Cynisca, to enter a chariot in the race. He kept Xenophon, the philosopher, close and valued his opinions, suggesting he bring his children to be educated in Sparta, where they would learn the best lessons in how to obey and how to lead. After the death of Lysander, when he found that a significant faction had formed against him, which Lysander had established during his return from Asia, Agesilaus thought it best to expose both him and the faction by revealing the kind of citizen Lysander had been while alive. To do this, he discovered a speech written by Cleon the Halicarnassian but delivered by Lysander in a public assembly to incite the people to change the government. He decided to publish it as evidence of Lysander's tactics. However, one of the Elders read it and, recognizing its powerful rhetoric, advised him to be cautious about resurrecting Lysander's reputation and to instead let that speech rest with him. Agesilaus wisely took this advice and kept the matter quiet; afterward, he avoided publicly confronting any of his enemies, instead choosing to target the ringleaders and send them on foreign missions. This allowed him to reveal the greed and injustice of many in their roles. Additionally, when others questioned them, he made it his mission to defend them, turning former foes into allies, and gradually left no one who remained against him.
Agesipolis, his fellow king, was under the disadvantage of being born of an exiled father, and himself young, modest, and inactive, meddled not much in affairs. Agesilaus took a course of gaining him over, and making him entirely tractable. According to the custom of Sparta, the kings, if they were in town, always dined together. This was Agesilaus’s opportunity of dealing with Agesipolis, whom he found quick, as he himself was, in forming attachments for young men, and accordingly talked with him always on such subjects, joining and aiding him, and acting as his confidant, such attachments in Sparta being entirely honorable, and attended always with lively feeling of modesty, love of virtue, and a noble emulation; of which more is said in Lycurgus’s life.
Agesipolis, the other king, had the disadvantage of being the son of an exiled father, and since he was young, modest, and not very active, he didn't get involved much in governance. Agesilaus decided to win him over and make him completely agreeable. Following the Spartan tradition, the kings always dined together when they were in town. This was Agesilaus’s chance to connect with Agesipolis, who, like Agesilaus, was quick to form friendships with young men. So, Agesilaus talked to him about those topics, supported him, and acted as his confidant. In Sparta, these friendships were seen as completely honorable and were always filled with genuine modesty, a love for virtue, and a spirit of noble competition, as discussed further in Lycurgus’s life.
Having thus established his power in the city, he easily obtained that his half-brother Teleutias might be chosen admiral, and thereupon making all expedition against the Corinthians, he made himself master of the long walls by land, through the assistance of his brother at sea. Coming thus upon the Argives, who then held Corinth, in the midst of their Isthmian festival, he made them fly from the sacrifice they had just commenced, and leave all their festive provision behind them. The exiled Corinthians that were in the Spartan army, desired him to keep the feast, and to preside in the celebration of it. This he refused, but gave them leave to carry on the solemnity if they pleased, and he in the meantime stayed and guarded them. When Agesilaus marched off, the Argives returned and celebrated the games over again, when some who were victors before, became victors a second time, others lost the prizes which before they had gained. Agesilaus thus made it clear to everybody, that the Argives must in their own eyes have been guilty of great cowardice, since they set such a value on presiding at the games, and yet had not dared to fight for it. He himself was of opinion, that to keep a mean in such things was best; he assisted at the sports and dances usual in his own country, and was always ready and eager to be present at the exercises either of the young men, or of the girls, but things that many men used to be highly taken with, he seemed not at all concerned about. Callippides, the tragic actor, who had a great name in all Greece and was made much of, once met and saluted him; of which when he found no notice taken, he confidently thrust himself into his train, expecting that Agesilaus would pay him some attention. When all that failed, he boldly accosted him, and asked him, whether he did not remember him? Agesilaus turned, and looking him in the face, “Are you not,” said he, “Callippides the showman?” Being invited once to hear a man who admirably imitated the nightingale, he declined, saying, he had heard the nightingale itself. Menecrates, the physician, having had great success in some desperate diseases, was by way of flattery called Jupiter; he was so vain as to take the name, and having occasion to write a letter to Agesilaus, thus addressed it: “Jupiter Menecrates to King Agesilaus, greeting.” The king returned answer: “Agesilaus to Menecrates, health and a sound mind.”
Having established his power in the city, he easily arranged for his half-brother Teleutias to be chosen admiral, and then quickly launched an attack against the Corinthians. With his brother's help at sea, he took control of the long walls by land. He encountered the Argives, who were holding Corinth, in the middle of their Isthmian festival, forcing them to flee from the sacrifice they had just started and abandon all their festive supplies. The exiled Corinthians in the Spartan army asked him to join the feast and preside over the celebration. He declined but allowed them to continue the festivities if they wanted, while he stayed back to protect them. When Agesilaus left, the Argives returned and celebrated the games again, some who had won before managed to win again, while others lost the prizes they had previously earned. Agesilaus made it clear to everyone that the Argives must have felt a sense of great cowardice, as they valued presiding over the games but didn't dare to fight for it. He believed that maintaining a balance in such matters was best; he participated in the sports and dances typical of his homeland and was always eager to attend the exercises of both young men and women, but he seemed indifferent to things that many others were highly enthusiastic about. Callippides, the famous tragic actor known throughout Greece, once greeted him, but when Agesilaus didn’t acknowledge him, Callippides confidently followed him, expecting some recognition. When that didn’t happen, he boldly approached him and asked if he remembered him. Agesilaus looked him in the eye and said, “Aren't you Callippides the showman?” When invited to hear a man who could beautifully imitate a nightingale, he declined, saying he had heard the nightingale itself. Menecrates, the physician who had great success with some severe diseases, was flattered with the title Jupiter, and he was vain enough to accept it. When he needed to write a letter to Agesilaus, he addressed it: “Jupiter Menecrates to King Agesilaus, greetings.” The king replied: “Agesilaus to Menecrates, health and a sound mind.”
Whilst Agesilaus was in the Corinthian territories, having just taken the Heraeum, he was looking on while his soldiers were carrying away the prisoners and the plunder, when ambassadors from Thebes came to him to treat of peace. Having a great aversion for that city, and thinking it then advantageous to his affairs publicly to slight them, he took the opportunity, and would not seem either to see them, or hear them speak. But as if on purpose to punish him in his pride, before they parted from him, messengers came with news of the complete slaughter of one of the Spartan divisions by Iphicrates, a greater disaster than had befallen them for many years; and that the more grievous, because it was a choice regiment of full-armed Lacedaemonians overthrown by a parcel of mere mercenary targeteers. Agesilaus leapt from his seat, to go at once to their rescue, but found it too late, the business being over. He therefore returned to the Heraeum, and sent for the Theban ambassadors to give them audience. They now resolved to be even with him for the affront he gave them, and without speaking one word of the peace, only desired leave to go into Corinth. Agesilaus, irritated with this proposal, told them in scorn, that if they were anxious to go and see how proud their friends were of their success, they should do it tomorrow with safety. Next morning, taking the ambassadors with him, he ravaged the Corinthian territories, up to the very gates of the city, where having made a stand, and let the ambassadors see that the Corinthians durst not come out to defend themselves, he dismissed them. Then gathering up the small remainders of the shattered regiment, he marched homewards, always removing his camp before day, and always pitching his tents after night, that he might prevent their enemies among the Arcadians from taking any opportunity of insulting over their loss.
While Agesilaus was in the Corinthian region, having just captured the Heraeum, he was watching as his soldiers carried away the prisoners and loot when ambassadors from Thebes approached him to discuss peace. Disliking that city and thinking it was beneficial for his interests to publicly ignore them, he seized the chance and pretended not to see or hear them. However, just as they were about to leave, messengers arrived with news of the total defeat of one of the Spartan divisions by Iphicrates, a greater disaster than they had suffered in many years; it was even worse because a select group of fully armed Lacedaemonians had been defeated by a bunch of mere mercenary skirmishers. Agesilaus jumped up to rush to their aid, but it was too late—the situation was already resolved. He then returned to the Heraeum and called for the Theban ambassadors to meet with him. They decided to get back at him for the disrespect he showed, and without mentioning peace at all, simply asked for permission to go into Corinth. Agesilaus, annoyed by this request, sarcastically told them that if they wanted to see how proud their allies were of their victory, they could do it safely tomorrow. The next morning, he took the ambassadors with him and devastated the Corinthian lands all the way to the city gates, where he paused to let the ambassadors see that the Corinthians were too scared to come out and defend themselves before he dismissed them. He then gathered the remaining small forces of the defeated regiment and headed home, always moving his camp before dawn and setting up tents after dark to prevent their enemies among the Arcadians from taking any opportunity to gloat about their loss.
After this, at the request of the Achaeans, he marched with them into Acarnania, and there collected great spoils, and defeated the Acarnanians in battle. The Achaeans would have persuaded him to keep his winter quarters there, to hinder the Acarnanians from sowing their corn; but he was of the contrary opinion, alleging, that they would be more afraid of a war next summer, when their fields were sown, than they would be if they lay fallow. The event justified his opinion; for next summer, when the Achaeans began their expedition again, the Acarnanians immediately made peace with them.
After this, at the request of the Achaeans, he marched with them into Acarnania, where he gathered a lot of spoils and defeated the Acarnanians in battle. The Achaeans tried to convince him to spend the winter there to prevent the Acarnanians from planting their crops, but he disagreed, arguing that the Acarnanians would be more afraid of a war next summer when their fields were planted than if they remained empty. The outcome proved him right; the following summer, when the Achaeans resumed their campaign, the Acarnanians quickly made peace with them.
When Conon and Pharnabazus with the Persian navy were grown masters of the sea, and had not only infested the coast of Laconia, but also rebuilt the walls of Athens at the cost of Pharnabazus, the Lacedaemonians thought fit to treat of peace with the king of Persia. To that end, they sent Antalcidas to Tiribazus, basely and wickedly betraying the Asiatic Greeks, on whose behalf Agesilaus had made the war. But no part of this dishonor fell upon Agesilaus, the whole being transacted by Antalcidas, who was his bitter enemy, and was urgent for peace upon any terms, because war was sure to increase his power and reputation. Nevertheless once being told by way of reproach, that the Lacedaemonians had gone over to the Medes, he replied, “No, the Medes have come over to the Lacedaemonians.” And when the Greeks were backward to submit to the agreement, he threatened them with war, unless they fulfilled the king of Persia’s conditions, his particular end in this being to weaken the Thebans; for it was made one of the articles of peace, that the country of Boeotia should be left independent. This feeling of his to Thebes appeared further afterwards, when Phoebidas, in full peace, most unjustifiably seized upon the Cadmea. The thing was much resented by all Greece, and not well liked by the Lacedaemonians themselves; those especially who were enemies to Agesilaus, required an account of the action, and by whose authority it was done, laying the suspicion of it at his door. Agesilaus resolutely answered, on the behalf of Phoebidas, that the profitableness of the act was chiefly to be considered; if it were for the advantage of the commonwealth, it was no matter whether it were done with or without authority. This was the more remarkable in him, because in his ordinary language, he was always observed to be a great maintainer of justice, and would commend it as the chief of virtues, saying, that valor without justice was useless, and if all the world were just, there would be no need of valor. When any would say to him, the Great King will have it so; he would reply, “How is he greater than I, unless he be juster?” nobly and rightly taking, as a sort of royal measure of greatness, justice, and not force. And thus when, on the conclusion of the peace, the king of Persia wrote to Agesilaus, desiring a private friendship and relations of hospitality, he refused it, saying, that the public friendship was enough; whilst that lasted there was no need of private. Yet in his acts he was not constant to his doctrine, but sometimes out of ambition, and sometimes out of private pique, he let himself be carried away; and particularly in this case of the Thebans, he not only saved Phoebidas, but persuaded the Lacedaemonians to take the fault upon themselves, and to retain the Cadmea, putting a garrison into it, and to put the government of Thebes into the hands of Archias and Leontidas, who had been betrayers of the castle to them.
When Conon and Pharnabazus, alongside the Persian navy, gained control of the sea and not only threatened the coast of Laconia but also rebuilt the walls of Athens at Pharnabazus's expense, the Lacedaemonians decided to negotiate peace with the king of Persia. To facilitate this, they sent Antalcidas to Tiribazus, shamefully betraying the Asiatic Greeks for whom Agesilaus had conducted the war. However, Agesilaus bore no responsibility for this dishonor; it was entirely handled by Antalcidas, who was his bitter enemy and eager for peace at any cost, believing that war would only enhance his power and reputation. Nevertheless, when he was reproached for the Lacedaemonians siding with the Medes, he responded, “No, the Medes have come over to the Lacedaemonians.” When the Greeks hesitated to accept the agreement, he threatened them with war unless they complied with the king of Persia’s demands, aiming specifically to weaken the Thebans; one of the peace terms was that Boeotia would remain independent. His animosity toward Thebes was further evident later when Phoebidas, during a time of peace, unjustly seized the Cadmea. This act was met with widespread disapproval across Greece and was also frowned upon by the Lacedaemonians themselves; especially those opposed to Agesilaus sought an explanation for the action and questioned whose authority it was carried out under, implicating Agesilaus in the suspicion. Agesilaus firmly defended Phoebidas, arguing that the usefulness of the action should be the main consideration; if it benefited the state, it didn't matter whether it was done with or without authority. This was particularly notable coming from him, as he was typically known for upholding justice and often regarded it as the highest virtue, stating that courage without justice was pointless and that if everyone were just, there would be no need for courage. When anyone suggested that the Great King demanded it, he would reply, “How is he greater than I, unless he is juster?” asserting, nobly and rightly, that justice, not force, should be the measure of greatness. Thus, when the peace was concluded, and the king of Persia reached out to Agesilaus, seeking a private friendship and hospitality, he refused, claiming that public friendship was sufficient; as long as that remained, there was no need for anything private. Yet, in his actions, he was not consistent with his principles, sometimes driven by ambition or personal grudges, and notably in the case of the Thebans, he not only protected Phoebidas but also convinced the Lacedaemonians to take the blame themselves and to keep control of the Cadmea, garrisoning it and placing the government of Thebes under the rule of Archias and Leontidas, who had previously betrayed the fortress to them.
This excited strong suspicion that what Phoebidas did was by Agesilaus’s order, which was corroborated by after occurrences. For when the Thebans had expelled the garrison, and asserted their liberty, he, accusing them of the murder of Archias and Leontidas, who indeed were tyrants, though in name holding the office of Polemarchs, made war upon them. He sent Cleombrotus on that errand, who was now his fellow king, in the place of Agesipolis, who was dead, excusing himself by reason of his age; for it was forty years since he had first borne arms, and he was consequently exempt by the law; meanwhile the true reason was, that he was ashamed, having so lately fought against tyranny in behalf of the Phliasians, to fight now in defense of a tyranny against the Thebans.
This raised strong suspicions that what Phoebidas did was ordered by Agesilaus, which was confirmed by later events. After the Thebans expelled the garrison and claimed their freedom, he accused them of murdering Archias and Leontidas, who were indeed tyrants, even though they were officially called Polemarchs, and went to war against them. He sent Cleombrotus on this mission, who was now his co-king, taking the place of Agesipolis, who had died, and excused himself because of his age; he had been serving in the military for forty years, so he was legally exempt. However, the real reason was that he was embarrassed, having recently fought against tyranny on behalf of the Phliasians, to now fight in defense of tyranny against the Thebans.
One Sphodrias, of Lacedaemon, of the contrary faction to Agesilaus, was governor in Thespiae, a bold and enterprising man, though he had perhaps more of confidence than wisdom. This action of Phoebidas fired him, and incited his ambition to attempt some great enterprise, which might render him as famous as he perceived the taking of the Cadmea had made Phoebidas. He thought the sudden capture of the Piraeus, and the cutting off thereby the Athenians from the sea, would be a matter of far more glory. It is said, too, that Pelopidas and Melon, the chief captains of Boeotia, put him upon it; that they privily sent men to him, pretending to be of the Spartan faction, who, highly commending Sphodrias, filled him with a great opinion of himself, protesting him to be the only man in the world that was fit for so great an enterprise. Being thus stimulated, he could hold no longer, but hurried into an attempt as dishonorable and treacherous as that of the Cadmea, but executed with less valor and less success; for the day broke whilst he was yet in the Thriasian plain, whereas he designed the whole exploit to have been done in the night. As soon as the soldiers perceived the rays of light reflecting from the temples of Eleusis, upon the first rising of the sun, it is said that their hearts failed them; nay, he himself, when he saw that he could not have the benefit of the night, had not courage enough to go on with his enterprise; but, having pillaged the country, he returned with shame to Thespiae. An embassy was upon this sent from Athens to Sparta, to complain of the breach of peace; but the ambassadors found their journey needless, Sphodrias being then under process by the magistrates of Sparta. Sphodrias durst not stay to expect judgment, which he found would be capital, the city being highly incensed against him, out of the shame they felt at the business, and their desire to appear in the eyes of the Athenians as fellow-sufferers; in the wrong, rather than accomplices in its being done.
One Sphodrias from Lacedaemon, who was on the opposing side of Agesilaus, was in charge of Thespiae. He was a daring and ambitious guy, but he may have had more confidence than wisdom. Phoebidas's actions inspired him and fueled his ambition to attempt something significant that would make him as renowned as Phoebidas had become after taking the Cadmea. He believed that suddenly seizing the Piraeus and cutting off the Athenians from the sea would bring him even more glory. It’s also said that Pelopidas and Melon, the top leaders of Boeotia, encouraged him by secretly sending people to him who pretended to be Spartans. They praised Sphodrias, boosting his self-esteem, and claimed he was the only person suitable for such a grand venture. Motivated by this, he couldn't resist and rushed into a plan as dishonorable and deceitful as the one regarding the Cadmea, but he executed it with less bravery and success. Daylight broke while he was still on the Thriasian plain, even though he intended to complete the mission during the night. When the soldiers saw the sunlight shining on the temples of Eleusis at dawn, it’s said they lost heart. Even Sphodrias, realizing he wouldn’t have the cover of darkness, lacked the courage to continue. After pillaging the area, he returned in disgrace to Thespiae. An embassy was sent from Athens to Sparta to complain about the peace violation, but the ambassadors found their trip unnecessary since Sphodrias was already facing charges from the Spartans. Sphodrias didn’t dare wait for the verdict, knowing it would likely be death, as the city was extremely angered by his actions and wanted to appear as victims in the eyes of the Athenians rather than being seen as accomplices to what he had done.
This Sphodrias had a son of great beauty named Cleonymus, to whom Archidamus, the son of Agesilaus, was extremely attached. Archidamus, as became him, was concerned for the danger of his friend’s father, but yet he durst not do anything openly for his assistance, he being one of the professed enemies of Agesilaus. But Cleonymus having solicited him with tears about it, as knowing Agesilaus to be of all his father’s enemies the most formidable, the young man for two or three days followed after his father with such fear and confusion, that he durst not speak to him. At last, the day of sentence being at hand, he ventured to tell him, that Cleonymus had entreated him to intercede for his father Agesilaus, though well aware of the love between the two young men, yet did not prohibit it, because Cleonymus from his earliest years had been looked upon as a youth of very great promise; yet he gave not his son any kind or hopeful answer in the case, but coldly told him, that he would consider what he could honestly and honorably do in it, and so dismissed him. Archidamus, being ashamed of his want of success, forbore the company of Cleonymus, whom he usually saw several times every day. This made the friends of Sphodrias to think his case desperate, till Etymocles, one of Agesilaus’s friends, discovered to them the king’s mind, namely, that he abhorred the fact, but yet he thought Sphodrias a gallant man, such as the commonwealth much wanted at that time. For Agesilaus used to talk thus concerning the cause, out of a desire to gratify his son. And now Cleonymus quickly understood, that Archidamus had been true to him, in using all his interest with his father; and Sphodrias’s friends ventured to be forward in his defense. The truth is, that Agesilaus was excessively fond of his children; and it is to him the story belongs, that when they were little ones, he used to make a horse of a stick, and ride with them; and being caught at this sport by a friend, he desired him not to mention it, till he himself were the father of children.
Sphodrias had a son named Cleonymus, who was incredibly handsome, and Archidamus, the son of Agesilaus, was very close to him. Archidamus was worried about the danger his friend's father faced, but he didn't feel he could openly help since Sphodrias was one of Agesilaus's known enemies. However, Cleonymus begged him tearfully for help, knowing Agesilaus was his father’s most dangerous foe. For two or three days, Archidamus followed Sphodrias with so much fear and uncertainty that he couldn’t even talk to him. Finally, as the day of judgment approached, he worked up the courage to tell his father that Cleonymus had asked him to plead for Sphodrias, even though he was aware of the bond between the two young men. He didn't stop Archidamus from doing it because he had always seen Cleonymus as a promising young man. Still, he gave his son no encouraging or hopeful response; instead, he coolly said he would think about what he could do honorably and sent him away. Ashamed of failing, Archidamus avoided Cleonymus, who he usually met several times a day. This made Sphodrias's friends think his situation was hopeless until Etymocles, a friend of Agesilaus, revealed the king's perspective. He hated the action but thought Sphodrias was a brave man whom the state desperately needed at that time. Agesilaus often spoke this way about the case to satisfy his son. Soon, Cleonymus realized that Archidamus had been honest and had done everything he could to help him. Sphodrias's friends began to actively support him. The truth is that Agesilaus was extremely fond of his children; there's a story about how, when they were little, he would pretend a stick was a horse and ride around with them. Once, a friend caught him playing like this, and he asked him not to mention it until he had children of his own.
Meanwhile, Sphodrias being acquitted, the Athenians betook themselves to arms, and Agesilaus fell into disgrace with the people; since to gratify the whims of a boy, he had been willing to pervert justice, and make the city accessory to the crimes of private men, whose most unjustifiable actions had broken the peace of Greece. He also found his colleague, Cleombrotus, little inclined to the Theban war; so that it became necessary for him to waive the privilege of his age, which he before had claimed, and to lead the army himself into Boeotia; which he did with variety of success, sometimes conquering, and sometimes conquered; insomuch that receiving a wound in a battle, he was reproached by Antalcidas, that the Thebans had paid him well for the lessons he had given them in fighting. And, indeed, they were now grown far better soldiers than ever they had been, being so continually kept in training, by the frequency of the Lacedaemonian expeditions against them. Out of the foresight of which it was, that anciently Lycurgus, in three several laws, forbade them to make many wars with the same nation, as this would be to instruct their enemies in the art of it. Meanwhile, the allies of Sparta were not a little discontented at Agesilaus, because this war was commenced not upon any fair public ground of quarrel, but merely out of his private hatred to the Thebans; and they complained with indignation, that they, being the majority of the army, should from year to year be thus exposed to danger and hardship here and there, at the will of a few persons. It was at this time, we are told, that Agesilaus, to obviate the objection, devised this expedient, to show the allies were not the greater number. He gave orders that all the allies, of whatever country, should sit down promiscuously on one side, and all the Lacedaemonians on the other: which being done, he commanded a herald to proclaim, that all the potters of both divisions should stand out; then all the blacksmiths; then all the masons; next the carpenters; and so he went through all the handicrafts. By this time almost all the allies were risen, but of the Lacedaemonians not a man, they being by law forbidden to learn any mechanical business; and now Agesilaus laughed and said, “You see, my friends, how many more soldiers we send out than you do.”
Meanwhile, with Sphodrias being acquitted, the Athenians took up arms, and Agesilaus fell out of favor with the people. To satisfy the whims of a young man, he was willing to manipulate justice and make the city complicit in the wrongful actions of private individuals, whose unjust deeds had disturbed the peace of Greece. He also found that his colleague, Cleombrotus, was not very supportive of the war against Thebes, which forced him to give up his earlier claim to lead based on his age and personally take charge of the army in Boeotia. He had mixed success, sometimes winning and sometimes losing; so much so that after he was wounded in battle, Antalcidas criticized him, saying that the Thebans had learned well from the lessons he had taught them in combat. In fact, they had become much better soldiers than ever before, constantly trained by the frequent Spartan campaigns against them. This anticipation was the reason why Lycurgus, long ago, enacted three different laws prohibiting waging too many wars against the same nation, as it would only teach their enemies how to fight. Meanwhile, Sparta's allies were quite displeased with Agesilaus, because this war started not from any legitimate public reason but purely out of his personal grudge against the Thebans. They complained with anger that they, being the majority of the army, were continually put in danger and hardship year after year at the whim of a few individuals. At this time, it’s said that Agesilaus, to counter this complaint, came up with a solution to show that the allies weren't actually the majority. He ordered that all the allies, from any country, should sit on one side and all the Lacedaemonians on the other. Once that was done, he had a herald announce that all the potters from both sides should stand up; then all the blacksmiths; then all the masons; next the carpenters; and he continued through all the trades. By this point, almost all of the allies were standing, but none of the Lacedaemonians did, as they were prohibited by law from learning any trade. Agesilaus then laughed and said, “You see, my friends, how many more soldiers we send out than you do.”
When he brought back his army from Boeotia through Megara, as he was going up to the magistrate’s office in the Acropolis, he was suddenly seized with pain and cramp in his sound leg, and great swelling and inflammation ensued. He was treated by a Syracusan physician, who let him blood below the ankle; this soon eased his pain, but then the blood could not be stopped, till the loss of it brought on fainting and swooning; at length, with much trouble, he stopped it. Agesilaus was carried home to Sparta in a very weak condition, and did not recover strength enough to appear in the field for a long time after.
When he returned with his army from Boeotia through Megara and was heading up to the magistrate’s office in the Acropolis, he suddenly experienced pain and cramping in his healthy leg, along with significant swelling and inflammation. A physician from Syracuse treated him by draining blood from below the ankle; this quickly alleviated his pain, but then the bleeding wouldn’t stop, leading to fainting and weakness. After a lot of effort, he finally managed to stop the bleeding. Agesilaus was taken home to Sparta in a very weakened state and didn’t regain enough strength to appear on the battlefield for quite some time after that.
Meanwhile, the Spartan fortune was but ill; they received many losses both by sea and land; but the greatest was that at Tegyrae, when for the first time they were beaten by the Thebans in a set battle.
Meanwhile, the Spartans were not doing well; they suffered many losses both at sea and on land, but the biggest loss was at Tegyrae, where they were defeated by the Thebans in a formal battle for the first time.
All the Greeks were, accordingly, disposed to a general peace, and to that end ambassadors came to Sparta. Among these was Epaminondas, the Theban, famous at that time for his philosophy and learning, but he had not yet given proof of his capacity as a general. He, seeing all the others crouch to Agesilaus, and court favor with him, alone maintained the dignity of an ambassador, and with that freedom that became his character, made a speech in behalf not of Thebes only, from whence he came, but of all Greece, remonstrating, that Sparta alone grew great by war, to the distress and suffering of all her neighbors. He urged, that a peace should be made upon just and equal terms, such as alone would be a lasting one, which could not otherwise be done, than by reducing all to equality. Agesilaus, perceiving all the other Greeks to give much attention to this discourse, and to be pleased with it, presently asked him, whether he thought it a part of this justice and equality that the Boeotian towns should enjoy their independence. Epaminondas instantly and without wavering asked him in return, whether he thought it just and equal that the Laconian towns should enjoy theirs. Agesilaus started from his seat and bade him once for all speak out and say whether or not Boeotia should be independent. And when Epaminondas replied once again with the same inquiry, whether Laconia should be so, Agesilaus was so enraged that, availing himself of the pretext he immediately struck the name of the Thebans out of the league, and declared war against them. With the rest of the Greeks he made a peace, and dismissed them with this saying, that what could be peaceably adjusted, should; what was otherwise incurable, must be committed to the success of war, it being a thing of too great difficulty to provide for all things by treaty. The Ephors upon this dispatched their orders to Cleombrotus, who was at that time in Phocis, to march directly into Boeotia, and at the same time sent to their allies for aid. The confederates were very tardy in the business, and unwilling to engage, but as yet they feared the Spartans too much to dare to refuse. And although many portents, and prodigies of ill presage, which I have mentioned in the life of Epaminondas, had appeared; and though Prothous, the Laconian, did all he could to hinder it, yet Agesilaus would needs go forward, and prevailed so, that the war was decreed. He thought the present juncture of affairs very advantageous for their revenge, the rest of Greece being wholly free, and the Thebans excluded from the peace. But that this war was undertaken more upon passion than judgment, the event may prove; for the treaty was finished but the fourteenth of Scirophorion, and the Lacedaemonians received their great overthrow at Leuctra, on the fifth of Hecatombaeon, within twenty days. There fell at that time a thousand, Spartans, and Cleombrotus their king, and around him the bravest men of the nation; particularly, the beautiful youth, Cleonymus the son of Sphodrias, who was thrice struck down at the feet of the king, and as often rose, but was slain at the last.
All the Greeks were largely in favor of a general peace, and to that end, ambassadors went to Sparta. Among them was Epaminondas, the Theban, who was well-known at the time for his philosophy and knowledge, but he had not yet proven himself as a general. Seeing everyone else bowing down to Agesilaus and seeking his favor, he alone maintained the dignity of an ambassador. With the confidence that suited his character, he delivered a speech not just on behalf of Thebes, from which he came, but for all of Greece. He argued that Sparta’s strength came only through war, causing distress and suffering for all her neighbors. He insisted that peace should be established on fair and equal terms, which could only be achieved by bringing everyone to equality. Agesilaus, noticing that the other Greeks were listening closely to this speech and were pleased with it, asked him whether he thought it just and fair for the Boeotian towns to have their independence. Epaminondas quickly and without hesitation responded by asking whether Agesilaus thought it just for the Laconian towns to enjoy their independence. Agesilaus jumped from his seat and demanded that he clearly state whether Boeotia should be independent or not. When Epaminondas repeated his question about Laconia, Agesilaus grew furious. Using this as an excuse, he immediately removed the Thebans from the league and declared war on them. He made peace with the other Greeks and sent them away saying that what could be settled peacefully should be, but what was beyond that had to be entrusted to the outcome of war, as it was too complicated to cover everything through treaties. The Ephors then sent orders to Cleombrotus, who was in Phocis at the time, to march straight into Boeotia, and they called upon their allies for help. The confederates were slow to respond and hesitant to engage, but they were still too afraid of the Spartans to refuse. Even though many ominous signs and bad omens had appeared, which I mentioned in the life of Epaminondas, and despite Prothous the Laconian's efforts to stop it, Agesilaus insisted on moving forward, and successfully had the war declared. He believed the current situation was very favorable for their revenge, with the rest of Greece entirely independent and the Thebans excluded from the peace. However, this war was pursued more out of anger than strategy, as later events would show; the treaty was finalized on the fourteenth of Scirophorion, and the Lacedaemonians suffered a major defeat at Leuctra on the fifth of Hecatombaeon, just twenty days later. At that time, about a thousand Spartans were killed, along with their king Cleombrotus, and many of the country’s bravest men; notably, the handsome young Cleonymus, son of Sphodrias, who was struck down at the king’s feet three times but got up each time, only to be killed in the end.
This unexpected blow, which fell so heavy upon the Lacedaemonians, brought greater glory to Thebes than ever was acquired by any other of the Grecian republics, in their civil wars against each other. The behavior, notwithstanding, of the Spartans, though beaten, was as great, and as highly to be admired, as that of the Thebans. And indeed, if, as Xenophon says, in conversation good men even in their sports and at their wine let fall many sayings that are worth the preserving; how much more worthy to be recorded, is an exemplary constancy of mind, as shown both in the words and in the acts of brave men, when they are pressed by adverse fortune! It happened that the Spartans were celebrating a solemn feast, at which many strangers were present from other countries, and the town full of them, when this news of the overthrow came. It was the gymnopaediae, and the boys were dancing in the theater, when the messengers arrived from Leuctra. The Ephors, though they were sufficiently aware that this blow had ruined the Spartan power, and that their primacy over the rest of Greece was gone for ever, yet gave orders that the dances should not break off, nor any of the celebration of the festival abate; but privately sending the names of the slain to each family, out of which they were lost, they continued the public spectacles. The next morning, when they had full intelligence concerning it, and everybody knew who were slain, and who survived, the fathers, relatives, and friends of the slain came out rejoicing in the market-place, saluting each other with a kind of exultation; on the contrary, the fathers of the survivors hid themselves at home among the women. If necessity drove any of them abroad, they went very dejectedly, with downcast looks, and sorrowful countenances. The women outdid the men in it; those whose sons were slain, openly rejoicing, cheerfully making visits to one another, and meeting triumphantly in the temples; they who expected their children home, being very silent, and much troubled.
This sudden blow, which struck the Spartans hard, brought more glory to Thebes than any other Greek city-state achieved during their civil wars. However, the Spartans' behavior, despite their defeat, was just as admirable as that of the Thebans. Indeed, if, as Xenophon suggests, good people often share valuable insights even during casual moments like games or drinking, how much more worthy to note is the steadfastness of mind shown in both the words and actions of brave individuals when facing tough times? It happened that the Spartans were celebrating a significant feast with many visitors from other regions when they received the news of their defeat. It was the gymnopaediae festival, and the boys were performing in the theater when messengers arrived from Leuctra. The Ephors, fully aware that this defeat had shattered Spartan power and that their dominance over Greece was lost forever, ordered that the dances should continue, and the celebration should not diminish. They discreetly sent the names of the dead to their respective families while keeping the public events going. The next morning, once they had complete information about what happened and everyone knew who had died and who survived, the fathers, relatives, and friends of the deceased came into the marketplace, greeting each other with a sense of triumph. Conversely, the fathers of the survivors stayed home, hiding among the women. If any of them had to go out, they did so with downcast expressions and sorrowful looks. The women showed even more emotion; those whose sons had died celebrated openly, visiting each other joyfully, and meeting triumphantly in the temples, while those waiting for their children to return were silent and deeply troubled.
But the people in general, when their allies now began to desert them, and Epaminondas, in all the confidence of victory, was expected with an invading army in Peloponnesus, began to think again of Agesilaus’s lameness, and to entertain feelings of religious fear and despondency, as if their having rejected the sound-footed, and having chosen the halting king, which the oracle had specially warned them against, was the occasion of all their distresses. Yet the regard they had to the merit and reputation of Agesilaus, so far stilled this murmuring of the people, that notwithstanding it, they entrusted themselves to him in this distress, as the only man that was fit to heal the public malady, the arbiter of all their difficulties, whether relating to the affairs of war or peace. One great one was then before them, concerning the runaways (as their name is for them) that had fled out of the battle, who being many and powerful, it was feared that they might make some commotion in the republic, to prevent the execution of the law upon them for their cowardice. The law in that case was very severe; for they were not only to be debarred from all honors, but also it was a disgrace to intermarry with them; whoever met any of them in the streets, might beat him if he chose, nor was it lawful for him to resist; they in the meanwhile were obliged to go about unwashed and meanly dressed, with their clothes patched with divers colors, and to wear their beards half shaved half unshaven. To execute so rigid a law as this, in a case where the offenders were so many, and many of them of such distinction, and that in a time when the commonwealth wanted soldiers so much as then it did, was of dangerous consequence. Therefore they chose Agesilaus as a sort of new lawgiver for the occasion. But he, without adding to or diminishing from or any way changing the law, came out into the public assembly, and said, that the law should sleep for today, but from this day forth be vigorously executed. By this means he at once preserved the law from abrogation, and the citizens from infamy; and that he might alleviate the despondency and self-distrust of the young men, he made an inroad into Arcadia, where carefully avoiding all fighting, he contented himself with spoiling the territory, and taking a small town belonging to the Mantineans, thus reviving the hearts of the people, letting them see that they were not everywhere unsuccessful.
But the general public, as their allies started to abandon them and with Epaminondas confidently approaching with an invading army in Peloponnesus, began to reconsider Agesilaus’s disability. They felt a mix of religious fear and despair, as if rejecting the capable and choosing the limping king—something the oracle had specifically warned them against—was the cause of all their troubles. However, their respect for Agesilaus's character and reputation quieted this discontent enough that they decided to trust him in this crisis, seeing him as the only one fit to cure their collective issues, whether in matters of war or peace. One major concern at that time was with the runaways (as they were called) who had fled from battle. Many and influential, there were fears they might stir up trouble in the republic to avoid facing the law for their cowardice. The law was very harsh; not only were they barred from all honors, but it was also shameful to marry them. Anyone who encountered them in the streets could hit them if they chose, and they could not protect themselves. Meanwhile, these individuals were required to walk around unwashed and poorly dressed, with their clothes patched in various colors and their beards only partially shaved. Enforcing such a strict law, especially with so many offenders—many of whom were of high status—and during a time when the commonwealth was desperate for soldiers posed significant risks. Therefore, they chose Agesilaus as a sort of new lawmaker for the situation. However, he didn't change or lessen the law; he appeared before the public assembly and declared that the law would be suspended for the day, but would be enforced strictly from then on. This way, he preserved the law from being abolished, while protecting the citizens from disgrace. To ease the despair and lack of confidence among the young men, he launched an incursion into Arcadia, intentionally avoiding any fighting, focusing instead on pillaging the territory and capturing a small town belonging to the Mantineans, thus lifting the spirits of the people and showing them they weren't failing everywhere.
Epaminondas now invaded Laconia, with an army of forty thousand, besides light-armed men and others that followed the camp only for plunder, so that in all they were at least seventy thousand. It was now six hundred years since the Dorians had possessed Laconia, and in all that time the face of an enemy had not been seen within their territories, no man daring to invade them; but now they made their entrance, and burnt and plundered without resistance the hitherto untouched and sacred territory, up to Eurotas, and the very suburbs of Sparta; for Agesilaus would not permit them to encounter so impetuous a torrent, as Theopompus calls it, of war. He contented himself with fortifying the chief parts of the city, and with placing guards in convenient places, enduring meanwhile the taunts of the Thebans, who reproached him by name as the kindler of the war, and the author of all that mischief to his country, bidding him defend himself if he could. But this was not all; he was equally disturbed at home with the tumults of the city, the outcries and running about of the old men, who were enraged at their present condition, and the women, yet worse, out of their senses with the clamors, and the fires of the enemy in the field. He was also himself afflicted by the sense of his lost glory; who having come to the throne of Sparta when it was in its most flourishing and powerful condition, now lived to see it laid low in esteem, and all its great vaunts cut down, even that which he himself had been accustomed to use, that the women of Sparta had never seen the smoke of the enemy’s fire. As it is said, also, that when Antalcidas once being in dispute with an Athenian about the valor of the two nations, the Athenian boasted, that they had often driven the Spartans from the river Cephisus, “Yes,” said Antalcidas, “but we never had occasion to drive you from Eurotas.” And a common Spartan of less note, being in company with an Argive, who was bragging how many Spartans lay buried in the fields of Argos, replied, “None of you are buried in the country of Laconia.” Yet now the case was so altered, that Antalcidas, being one of the Ephors, out of fear sent away his children privately to the island of Cythera.
Epaminondas now invaded Laconia with an army of forty thousand soldiers, plus light-armed troops and others who followed the camp just to steal, making their total at least seventy thousand. It had been six hundred years since the Dorians had taken over Laconia, and during all that time, no enemy had dared to invade their lands; but now they entered, burning and plundering the previously untouched and sacred territory, reaching up to Eurotas and the very outskirts of Sparta. Agesilaus refused to let them face such a fierce onslaught, as Theopompus describes it. Instead, he chose to fortify the key areas of the city and place guards in strategic spots, all while enduring the mocking taunts from the Thebans, who called him out as the one who ignited the war and created all this trouble for his country, challenging him to defend himself if he could. But that wasn’t the only issue; he was also troubled at home by the chaos in the city, with old men screaming and running about, enraged at their situation, and women, even worse, driven mad by the noise and the enemy fires in the distance. He was also pained by the loss of his former glory; having ascended to the throne of Sparta during its peak and most powerful era, he now witnessed its decline in reputation, with all its proud claims diminished, including the one he often used to make, that the women of Sparta had never seen the smoke from an enemy's fire. It is also said that when Antalcidas was once in a dispute with an Athenian about the bravery of their two nations, the Athenian boasted that they had often driven the Spartans away from the river Cephisus. “Yes,” replied Antalcidas, “but we never had to drive you from Eurotas.” Moreover, a common Spartan, less notable, was with an Argive who bragged about how many Spartans lay buried in the fields of Argos and retorted, “None of you are buried in Laconia.” Yet now, the situation had changed so much that Antalcidas, one of the Ephors, out of fear, secretly sent his children away to the island of Cythera.
When the enemy essayed to get over the river, and thence to attack the town, Agesilaus, abandoning the rest, betook himself to the high places and strong-holds of it. But it happened, that Eurotas at that time was swollen to a great height with the snow that had fallen, and made the passage very difficult to the Thebans, not only by its depth, but much more by its extreme coldness. Whilst this was doing, Epaminondas was seen in the front of the phalanx, and was pointed out to Agesilaus, who looked long at him, and said but these words, “O, bold man!” But when he came to the city, and would have fain attempted something within the limits of it that might raise him a trophy there, he could not tempt Agesilaus out of his hold, but was forced to march off again, wasting the country as he went.
When the enemy tried to cross the river to attack the town, Agesilaus left everyone else behind and went to the high places and strongholds. At that time, the Eurotas River was swollen from the recent snow, making it really hard for the Thebans to cross, not just because it was deep, but also due to its extreme cold. While this was happening, Epaminondas was seen at the front of the phalanx, and Agesilaus spotted him and remarked, “Oh, brave man!” But when he reached the city and wanted to do something there to earn a trophy, he couldn’t lure Agesilaus out of his stronghold and was forced to retreat, plundering the land as he went.
Meanwhile, a body of long discontented and bad citizens, about two hundred in number, having got into a strong part of the town called the Issorion, where the temple of Diana stands, seized and garrisoned it. The Spartans would have fallen upon them instantly; but Agesilaus, not knowing how far the sedition might reach, bade them forbear, and going himself in his ordinary dress, with but one servant, when he came near the rebels, called out, and told them, that they mistook their orders; this was not the right place; they were to go, one part of them thither, showing them another place in the city, and part to another, which he also showed. The conspirators gladly heard this, thinking themselves unsuspected of treason, and readily went off to the places which he showed them. Whereupon Agesilaus placed in their room a guard of his own; and of the conspirators he apprehended fifteen, and put them to death in the night. But after this, a much more dangerous conspiracy was discovered of Spartan citizens, who had privately met in each other’s houses, plotting a revolution. These were men whom it was equally dangerous to prosecute publicly according to law, and to connive at. Agesilaus took counsel with the Ephors, and put these also to death privately without process; a thing never before known in the case of any born Spartan.
Meanwhile, a group of around two hundred disgruntled and bad citizens took control of a strong part of the town called the Issorion, where the temple of Diana is located. The Spartans would have attacked them immediately, but Agesilaus, unsure of how far the unrest might extend, told them to hold off. Disguised in his regular clothes and accompanied by just one servant, he approached the rebels and informed them that they had misunderstood their orders. He said this wasn’t the right place, and directed part of them to another location in the city, which he pointed out, and to another group, which he also indicated. The conspirators were relieved to hear this, believing they weren't suspected of treachery, and they willingly left for the locations he suggested. Agesilaus then placed his own guard in their spot and captured fifteen of the conspirators, executing them at night. However, after this, a much more serious conspiracy was uncovered involving Spartan citizens who had secretly gathered at each other’s homes to plan a revolution. These were individuals about whom it was equally risky to pursue through legal means or to ignore. Agesilaus consulted with the Ephors and also had these conspirators executed secretly without trial; this was something that had never been done before with any born Spartan.
At this time, also, many of the Helots and country people, who were in the army, ran away to the enemy, which was matter of great consternation to the city. He therefore caused some officers of his, every morning before day, to search the quarters of the soldiers, and where any man was gone, to hide his arms, that so the greatness of the number might not appear.
At this time, many of the Helots and rural residents who were in the army fled to the enemy, which greatly alarmed the city. He therefore ordered some of his officers to search the soldiers' quarters every morning before dawn, and to hide any weapons belonging to those who had deserted, so that the size of the defection wouldn't be apparent.
Historians differ about the cause of the Thebans’ departure from Sparta. Some say, the winter forced them; as also that the Arcadian soldiers disbanding, made it necessary for the rest to retire. Others say, that they stayed there three months, till they had laid the whole country waste. Theopompus is the only author who says that when the Boeotian generals had already resolved upon the retreat, Phrixus, the Spartan, came to them, and offered them from Agesilaus ten talents to be gone, so hiring them to do what they were already doing of their own accord. How he alone should come to be aware of this, I know not; only in this all authors agree, that the saving of Sparta from ruin was wholly due to the wisdom of Agesilaus, who in this extremity of affairs quitted all his ambition and his haughtiness, and resolved to play a saving game. But all his wisdom and courage was not sufficient to recover the glory of it, and to raise it to its ancient greatness. For as we see in human bodies, long used to a very strict and too exquisitely regular diet, any single great disorder is usually fatal; so here one stroke overthrew the whole State’s long prosperity. Nor can we be surprised at this. Lycurgus had formed a polity admirably designed for the peace, harmony, and virtuous life of the citizens; and their fall came from their assuming foreign dominion and arbitrary sway, things wholly undesirable, in the judgment of Lycurgus, for a well-conducted and happy State.
Historians disagree about why the Thebans left Sparta. Some say it was the winter that forced them out, and others think that the Arcadian soldiers disbanding made it necessary for the rest to retreat. There are those who claim they stayed for three months, during which they devastated the entire countryside. Theopompus is the only writer who says that when the Boeotian generals had already decided to retreat, Phrixus, a Spartan, approached them and offered them ten talents from Agesilaus to leave, essentially paying them to do what they were already going to do. How he found out about this, I don’t know; however, all authors agree that Sparta's salvation from destruction was entirely due to the wisdom of Agesilaus, who set aside his ambition and arrogance during this critical time and decided to play a saving game. But even all his wisdom and bravery couldn't restore the city's former glory or return it to its past greatness. Just as we see in human bodies that have been on a strict and overly regular diet, any significant disruption can be deadly; in this case, one blow ended the State’s long-standing prosperity. This shouldn’t surprise us. Lycurgus created a political system brilliantly designed for the peace, harmony, and virtuous life of its citizens, and their downfall came from taking on foreign domination and arbitrary rule, things Lycurgus deemed entirely undesirable for a well-run and happy State.
Agesilaus being now in years, gave over all military employments; but his son Archidamus, having received help from Dionysius of Sicily, gave a great defeat to the Arcadians, in the fight known by the name of the Tearless Battle, in which there was a great slaughter of the enemy, without the loss of one Spartan. Yet this victory, more than anything else, discovered the present weakness of Sparta; for heretofore victory was esteemed so usual a thing with them, that for their greatest successes, they merely sacrificed a cock to the gods. The soldiers never vaunted, nor did the citizens display any great joy at the news; even when the great victory, described by Thucydides, was obtained at Mantinea, the messenger that brought the news had no other reward than a piece of meat, sent by the magistrates from the common table. But at the news of this Arcadian victory, they were not able to contain themselves; Agesilaus went out in procession with tears of joy in his eyes, to meet and embrace his son, and all the magistrates and public officers attended him. The old men and the women marched out as far as the river Eurotas, lifting up their hands, and thanking the gods, that Sparta was now cleared again of the disgrace and indignity that had befallen her, and once more saw the light of day. Since before, they tell us, the Spartan men, out of shame at their disasters, did not dare so much as to look their wives in the face.
Agesilaus, now getting old, stepped away from all military duties; meanwhile, his son Archidamus, with help from Dionysius of Sicily, achieved a major victory over the Arcadians in the battle known as the Tearless Battle, where there was a massive slaughter of the enemy without losing a single Spartan. However, this triumph revealed Sparta's current weakness more than anything else, as victories had previously been so routine for them that they only sacrificed a cock to the gods for their biggest successes. The soldiers never boasted, and the citizens showed little excitement at the news; even when they achieved a significant victory at Mantinea, as described by Thucydides, the messenger who brought the news received nothing more than a piece of meat from the magistrates' communal table. But at the news of this Arcadian victory, they couldn’t hold back their emotions; Agesilaus went out in a procession, tears of joy in his eyes, to greet and embrace his son, with all the magistrates and public officials accompanying him. The elderly men and women marched as far as the river Eurotas, raising their hands and thanking the gods that Sparta was once again free from the shame and indignity that had afflicted her, and once more basked in the light of day. Before this, it was said that the Spartan men, embarrassed by their misfortunes, didn’t even dare to look their wives in the eye.
When Epaminondas restored Messene, and recalled from all quarters the ancient citizens to inhabit it, they were not able to obstruct the design, being not in condition of appearing in the field against them. But it went greatly against Agesilaus in the minds of his countrymen, when they found so large a territory, equal to their own in compass, and for fertility the richest of all Greece, which they had enjoyed so long, taken from them in his reign. Therefore it was that the king broke off treaty with the Thebans, when they offered him peace, rather than set his hand to the passing away of that country, though it was already taken from him. Which point of honor had like to have cost him dear; for not long after he was overreached by a stratagem, which had almost amounted to the loss of Sparta. For when the Mantineans again revolted from Thebes to Sparta, and Epaminondas understood that Agesilaus was come to their assistance with a powerful army, he privately in the night quitted his quarters at Tegea, and unknown to the Mantineans, passing by Agesilaus, marched towards Sparta, insomuch that he failed very little of taking it empty and unarmed. Agesilaus had intelligence sent him by Euthynus, the Thespian, as Callisthenes says, but Xenophon says by a Cretan; and immediately dispatched a horseman to Lacedaemon, to apprise them of it, and to let them know that he was hastening to them. Shortly after his arrival the Thebans crossed the Eurotas. They made an assault upon the town, and were received by Agesilaus with great courage, and with exertions beyond what was to be expected at his years. For he did not now fight with that caution and cunning which he formerly made use of, but put all upon a desperate push; which, though not his usual method, succeeded so well, that he rescued the city out of the very hands of Epaminondas, and forced him to retire, and, at the erection of a trophy, was able, in the presence of their wives and children, to declare that the Lacedaemonians had nobly paid their debt to their country, and particularly his son Archidamus, who had that day made himself illustrious, both by his courage and agility of body, rapidly passing about by the short lanes to every endangered point, and everywhere maintaining the town against the enemy with but few to help him. Isadas, however, the son of Phoebidas, must have been, I think, the admiration of the enemy as well as of his friends. He was a youth of remarkable beauty and stature, in the very flower of the most attractive time of life, when the boy is just rising into the man. He had no arms upon him, and scarcely clothes; he had just anointed himself at home, when upon the alarm, without further waiting, in that undress, he snatched a spear in one hand, and a sword in the other, and broke his way through the combatants to the enemies, striking at all he met. He received no wound, whether it were that a special divine care rewarded his valor with an extraordinary protection, or whether his shape being so large and beautiful, and his dress so unusual, they thought him more than a man. The Ephors gave him a garland; but as soon as they had done so, they fined him a thousand drachmas, for going out to battle unarmed.
When Epaminondas restored Messene and called back the former citizens to live there, they couldn’t stop it, as they weren’t able to face him in battle. However, it greatly upset Agesilaus and his people when they saw that such a large and fertile territory—equal in size to their own and the richest in all of Greece—that they had enjoyed for so long was taken from them during his reign. That’s why the king refused to make a treaty with the Thebans when they offered him peace; he couldn't accept the loss of that land, even though it had already been taken from him. This pride almost cost him dearly. Not long after, he was caught off guard by a clever plan that nearly led to the loss of Sparta. When the Mantineans revolted from Thebes back to Sparta and Epaminondas learned that Agesilaus had come to help them with a strong army, he secretly left his camp at Tegea at night and, unnoticed by the Mantineans, went past Agesilaus and marched towards Sparta. He nearly managed to take the city while it was defenseless. Agesilaus received word about this from Euthynus, the Thespian, according to Callisthenes, but Xenophon claims it was from a Cretan. He quickly sent a rider to Lacedaemon to inform them and let them know he was on his way. Soon after he arrived, the Thebans crossed the Eurotas and attacked the town. Agesilaus welcomed them with great bravery and performed beyond what anyone could expect at his age. This time, he didn’t fight with the usual caution and cunning; he went for a bold attack instead. Although this was not his typical approach, it worked so well that he saved the city right from Epaminondas's grasp and forced him to retreat. While raising a trophy, he proudly announced, in front of their wives and children, that the Lacedaemonians had honorably fulfilled their duty to their country, particularly highlighting his son Archidamus, who that day proved himself outstanding both in courage and physical prowess, swiftly moving through narrow alleys to every vulnerable point and defending the town against the enemy with just a few helpers. However, Isadas, the son of Phoebidas, was, I think, an admiration for both the enemy and his allies. He was a young man of striking beauty and stature, in the prime of youth, when a boy is just becoming a man. He was wearing hardly any clothes and no armor; he had just oiled himself at home when he heard the alarm and, without waiting any longer, rushed out in that state, grabbing a spear in one hand and a sword in the other, breaking through the fighters to face the enemy, attacking everyone in his path. He received no wounds, whether due to some special divine protection for his bravery or because his large and beautiful appearance, combined with his unusual attire, led them to think he was more than just a man. The Ephors awarded him a wreath, but as soon as they had done that, they fined him a thousand drachmas for going into battle unarmed.
A few days after this there was another battle fought near Mantinea, in which Epaminondas, having routed the van of the Lacedaemonians, was eager in the pursuit of them, when Anticrates, the Laconian, wounded him with a spear, says Dioscorides; but the Spartans to this day call the posterity of this Anticrates, swordsmen, because he wounded Epaminondas with a sword. They so dreaded Epaminondas when living, that the slayer of him was embraced and admired by all; they decreed honors and gifts to him, and an exemption from taxes to his posterity, a privilege enjoyed at this day by Callicrates, one of his descendants.
A few days later, there was another battle near Mantinea, where Epaminondas, having defeated the front line of the Lacedaemonians, eagerly pursued them. According to Dioscorides, Anticrates, a Spartan, wounded him with a spear; however, Spartans still refer to the descendants of this Anticrates as swordsmen because he wounded Epaminondas with a sword. They feared Epaminondas so much when he was alive that the man who killed him was celebrated and admired by everyone. They awarded him honors and gifts, as well as a tax exemption for his descendants, a privilege currently enjoyed by Callicrates, one of his heirs.
Epaminondas being slain, there was a general peace again concluded, from which Agesilaus’s party excluded the Messenians, as men that had no city, and therefore would not let them swear to the league; to which when the rest of the Greeks admitted them, the Lacedaemonians broke off, and continued the war alone, in hopes of subduing the Messenians. In this Agesilaus was esteemed a stubborn and headstrong man, and insatiable of war, who took such pains to undermine the general peace, and to protract the war at a time when he had not money to carry it on with, but was forced to borrow of his friends and raise subscriptions, with much difficulty, while the city, above all things, needed repose. And all this to recover the one poor town of Messene, after he had lost so great an empire both by sea and land, as the Spartans were possessed of, when he began to reign.
After Epaminondas was killed, a general peace was agreed upon again, but Agesilaus's faction excluded the Messenians, arguing that they lacked a city and therefore couldn't be part of the treaty. When the rest of the Greeks allowed the Messenians to join, the Lacedaemonians withdrew and continued the fight on their own, hoping to conquer the Messenians. Many viewed Agesilaus as stubborn and headstrong, and unable to get enough war. He actively worked to disrupt the peace and prolong the conflict even though he didn't have the funds to sustain it, forcing him to borrow money from friends and gather donations with great difficulty, while the city desperately needed peace. All of this was to reclaim the single town of Messene, after he had already lost such a vast empire by both sea and land that the Spartans once held when he came to power.
But it added still more to his ill-repute when he put himself into the service of Tachos, the Egyptian. They thought it too unworthy of a man of his high station, who was then looked upon as the first commander in all Greece, who had filled all countries with his renown, to let himself out to hire to a barbarian, an Egyptian rebel, (for Tachos was no better) and to fight for pay, as captain only of a band of mercenaries. If, they said, at those years of eighty and odd, after his body had been worn out with age, and enfeebled with wounds, he had resumed that noble undertaking, the liberation of the Greeks from Persia, it had been worthy of some reproof. To make an action honorable, it ought to be agreeable to the age, and other circumstances of the person; since it is circumstance and proper measure that give an action its character, and make it either good or bad. But Agesilaus valued not other men’s discourses; he thought no public employment dishonorable; the ignoblest thing in his esteem, was for a man to sit idle and useless at home, waiting for his death to come and take him. The money, therefore, that he received from Tachos, he laid out in raising men, with whom having filled his ships, he took also thirty Spartan counselors with him, as formerly he had done in his Asiatic expedition, and set sail for Egypt.
But it only added to his bad reputation when he decided to serve Tachos, the Egyptian. People thought it was unworthy of someone of his high rank, who was seen as the top commander in all of Greece and had made a name for himself everywhere, to work for a barbarian, an Egyptian rebel (since Tachos was no better), and to fight for money as just the leader of a group of mercenaries. They said that if, at his age of eighty-something, after having worn down his body with age and weakened by injuries, he had taken up the noble cause of freeing the Greeks from Persia, it might have been seen as deserving of some criticism. To make an action honorable, it should fit with one’s age and other personal circumstances; because it's those circumstances and the right proportion that define the nature of an action and determine if it's good or bad. But Agesilaus didn’t care about what others said; he believed no public role was dishonorable. In his eyes, the most disgraceful thing was for a man to remain idle and useless at home, waiting for death to come and take him. So, the money he received from Tachos was used to recruit men, with whom he filled his ships, and he also took thirty Spartan advisors with him, just like he had done in his earlier campaign in Asia, and set sail for Egypt.
As soon as he arrived in Egypt, all the great officers of the kingdom came to pay their compliments to him at his landing. His reputation being so great had raised the expectation of the whole country, and crowds flocked in to see him; but when they found, instead of the splendid prince whom they looked for, a little old man of contemptible appearance, without all ceremony lying down upon the grass, in coarse and threadbare clothes, they fell into laughter and scorn of him, crying out, that the old proverb was; now made good, “The mountain had brought forth a mouse.” They were yet more astonished at his stupidity, as they thought it, who, when presents were made him of all sorts of provisions, took only the meal, the calves, and the geese, but rejected the sweetmeats, the confections and perfumes; and when they urged him to the acceptance of them, took them and gave them to the helots in his army. Yet he was taken, Theophrastus tells us, with the garlands they made of the papyrus, because of their simplicity, and when he returned home, he demanded one of the king, which he carried with him.
As soon as he arrived in Egypt, all the high-ranking officials of the kingdom came to pay their respects to him at his landing. His impressive reputation had heightened the expectations of the entire country, and crowds gathered to see him. But when they saw not the magnificent prince they were expecting, but rather a small, old man of shabby appearance lying on the grass in worn-out clothes, they burst into laughter and mocked him, declaring that the old saying was proven true: “The mountain had brought forth a mouse.” They were even more shocked by what they perceived as his foolishness when, upon receiving various gifts of food, he only took the flour, calves, and geese, but turned down the sweets, treats, and perfumes. When they pressed him to accept them, he took them and gave them to the helots in his army. However, Theophrastus tells us that he was charmed by the garlands made of papyrus because of their simplicity, and when he returned home, he asked for one from the king to take with him.
When he joined with Tachos, he found his expectation of being general-in-chief disappointed. Tachos reserved that place for himself, making Agesilaus only captain of the mercenaries, and Chabrias, the Athenian, commander of the fleet. This was the first occasion of his discontent, but there followed others; he was compelled daily to submit to the insolence and vanity of this Egyptian, and was at length forced to attend him into Phoenicia, in a condition much below his character and dignity, which he bore and put up with for a time, till he had opportunity of showing his feelings. It was afforded him by Nectanabis, the cousin of Tachos, who commanded a large force under him, and shortly after deserted him, and was proclaimed king by the Egyptians. This man invited Agesilaus to join his party, and the like he did to Chabrias, offering great rewards to both. Tachos, suspecting it, immediately applied himself both to Agesilaus and Chabrias, with great humility beseeching their continuance in his friendship. Chabrias consented to it, and did what he could by persuasion and good words to keep Agesilaus with them. But he gave this short reply, “You, O Chabrias, came hither a volunteer, and may go and stay as you see cause; but I am the servant of Sparta, appointed to head the Egyptians, and therefore I cannot fight against those to whom I was sent as a friend, unless I am commanded to do so by my country.” This being said, he dispatched messengers to Sparta, who were sufficiently supplied with matter both for dispraise of Tachos, and commendation of Nectanabis. The two Egyptians also sent their ambassadors to Lacedaemon, the one to claim continuance of the league already made, the other to make great offers for the breaking of it, and making a new one. The Spartans having heard both sides, gave in their public answer, that they referred the whole matter to Agesilaus; but privately wrote to him, to act as he should find it best for the profit of the commonwealth. Upon receipt of his orders, he at once changed sides, carrying all the mercenaries with him to Nectanabis, covering with the plausible presence of acting for the benefit of his country, a most questionable piece of conduct, which, stripped of that disguise, in real truth was no better than downright treachery. But the Lacedaemonians, who make it their first principle of action to serve their country’s interest, know not anything to be just or unjust by any measure but that.
When he teamed up with Tachos, he found his hopes of becoming the general-in-chief were dashed. Tachos kept that position for himself, making Agesilaus just the captain of the mercenaries, while Chabrias, the Athenian, took command of the fleet. This was the first reason for his dissatisfaction, but more followed; he had to endure the arrogance and pride of this Egyptian daily, and ultimately, he was forced to accompany him to Phoenicia, in a role far beneath his status and dignity. He tolerated this for a while until he got a chance to express his feelings. That opportunity came from Nectanabis, Tachos’s cousin, who commanded a large force and soon after deserted him, declaring himself king by the Egyptians. This man invited Agesilaus to join his side, and he extended the same offer to Chabrias, promising significant rewards to both. Tachos, sensing the danger, immediately approached both Agesilaus and Chabrias with great humility, pleading for their continued loyalty. Chabrias agreed and tried to persuade Agesilaus to stick with them. But Agesilaus replied briefly, “You, Chabrias, came here voluntarily and can leave whenever you choose; but I am a servant of Sparta, assigned to lead the Egyptians, so I cannot fight against those I was sent to assist unless ordered to do so by my country.” After saying this, he sent messengers to Sparta, who were well-prepared with information to criticize Tachos and praise Nectanabis. The two Egyptians also sent their envoys to Lacedaemon, one requesting the continuation of their existing alliance, and the other offering large incentives to break it and form a new one. After hearing both sides, the Spartans publicly stated that they would leave the issue to Agesilaus; however, they privately instructed him to act in a way that would benefit the commonwealth. Once he received his orders, he immediately switched sides, taking all the mercenaries with him to Nectanabis, masking his questionable decision as being in the interest of his country, when in reality, it was nothing less than outright betrayal. But the Lacedaemonians, who prioritize their country's interest above all, see nothing as just or unjust by any standard other than that.
Tachos, being thus deserted by the mercenaries, fled for it; upon which a new king of the Mendesian province was proclaimed his successor, and came against Nectanabis with an army of one hundred thousand men. Nectanabis, in his talk with Agesilaus, professed to despise them as newly raised men, who, though many in number, were of no skill in war, being most of them mechanics and tradesmen, never bred to war. To whom Agesilaus answered, that he did not fear their numbers, but did fear their ignorance, which gave no room for employing stratagem against them. Stratagem only avails with men who are alive to suspicion, and expecting to be assailed, expose themselves by their attempts at defense; but one who has no thought or expectation of anything, gives as little opportunity to the enemy, as he who stands stock-still does to a wrestler. The Mendesian was not wanting in solicitations of Agesilaus, insomuch that Nectanabis grew jealous. But when Agesilaus advised to fight the enemy at once, saying, it was folly to protract the war and rely on time, in a contest with men who had no experience in fighting battles, but with their great numbers might be able to surround them, and cut off their communications by entrenchments, and anticipate them in many matters of advantage, this altogether confirmed him in his fears and suspicions. He took quite the contrary course, and retreated into a large and strongly fortified town. Agesilaus, finding himself mistrusted, took it very ill, and was full of indignation, yet was ashamed to change sides back again, or to go away without effecting anything, so that he was forced to follow Nectanabis into the town.
Tachos, abandoned by the mercenaries, fled for his life; as a result, a new king of the Mendesian province was declared his successor and marched against Nectanabis with an army of one hundred thousand men. In his conversation with Agesilaus, Nectanabis claimed to look down on them as newly formed troops who, despite their large numbers, lacked any real skill in battle, mostly being mechanics and tradesmen who had never been trained for war. Agesilaus replied that he wasn’t afraid of their numbers but was concerned about their ignorance, which left little room for using tactics against them. Tactics are only effective against people who are alert and suspicious; those who expect to be attacked reveal their vulnerabilities through their defensive actions. But someone who isn’t thinking about any threats gives the enemy as little opportunity as someone standing still does to a wrestler. The Mendesian king actively sought Agesilaus’s support, which made Nectanabis jealous. However, when Agesilaus suggested attacking the enemy immediately, arguing that it was foolish to drag out the war and rely on time against inexperienced fighters who, despite their numbers, might surround them and cut off their supply routes with fortifications, this only heightened Nectanabis’s fears and suspicions. He decided to take the opposite approach and retreated into a large, well-fortified town. Agesilaus, feeling mistrusted, was very upset and indignant, yet he was embarrassed to switch sides again or to leave without achieving anything, so he ended up following Nectanabis into the town.
When the enemy came up, and began to draw lines about the town, and to entrench, the Egyptian now resolved upon a battle, out of fear of a siege. And the Greeks were eager for it, provisions growing already scarce in the town. When Agesilaus opposed it, the Egyptians then suspected him much more, publicly calling him the betrayer of the king. But Agesilaus, being now satisfied within himself, bore these reproaches patiently, and followed the design which he had laid, of overreaching the enemy, which was this.
When the enemy approached and started surrounding the town and setting up defenses, the Egyptians decided to fight, worried about being besieged. The Greeks were ready for battle too, as supplies were already running low in the town. When Agesilaus disagreed, the Egyptians became even more suspicious of him, publicly labeling him as the king's traitor. However, Agesilaus, feeling confident in his intentions, endured these accusations calmly and pursued his plan to outsmart the enemy, which was as follows.
The enemy were forming a deep ditch and high wall, resolving to shut up the garrison and starve it. When the ditch was brought almost quite round, and the two ends had all but met, he took the advantage of the night, and armed all his Greeks. Then going to the Egyptian, “This, young man, is your opportunity,” said he, “of saving yourself, which I all this while durst not announce, lest discovery should prevent it; but now the enemy has, at his own cost, and the pains and labor of his own men, provided for our security. As much of this wall as is built will prevent them from surrounding us with their multitude, the gap yet left will be sufficient for us to sally out by; now play the man, and follow the example the Greeks will give you, and by fighting valiantly, save yourself and your army; their front will not be able to stand against us, and their rear we are sufficiently secured from, by a wall of their own making.” Nectanabis, admiring the sagacity of Agesilaus, immediately placed himself in the middle of the Greek troops, and fought with them; and upon the first charge soon routed the enemy. Agesilaus having now gained credit with the king, proceeded to use, like a trick in wrestling, the same stratagem over again. He sometimes pretended a retreat, at other times advanced to attack their flanks, and by this means at last drew them into a place enclosed between two ditches that were very deep, and full of water. When he had them at this advantage, he soon charged them, drawing up the front of his battle equal to the space between the two ditches, so that they had no way of surrounding him, being enclosed themselves on both sides. They made but little resistance; many fell, others fled and were dispersed.
The enemy was digging a deep ditch and building a high wall, determined to trap the garrison and starve them out. Once the ditch was nearly complete and the ends were almost joined, he took advantage of the night and armed all his Greek troops. Then he approached the Egyptian and said, “This, young man, is your chance to save yourself. I didn’t mention it before for fear of it being discovered, but now the enemy has, at their own expense and effort, made a way for us to escape. As long as part of this wall is built, it will stop them from completely surrounding us, and the gap that remains will be enough for us to break out. Now be brave and follow the lead of the Greeks; fight fiercely to save yourself and your troops. Their front won’t be able to resist us, and their back is secure from us, thanks to a wall they built themselves.” Nectanabis, impressed by Agesilaus’s cleverness, immediately positioned himself among the Greek soldiers and fought alongside them; with their first charge, they quickly overwhelmed the enemy. Having gained the king’s trust, Agesilaus employed the same tactic again, like a trick in wrestling. He sometimes feigned a retreat and other times advanced to hit their sides, eventually luring them into a spot surrounded by two deep ditches filled with water. Once he had them in this tough position, he charged them, aligning the front of his forces to match the space between the ditches, leaving them unable to surround him as they were trapped on both sides. They put up little resistance; many fell, while others fled and scattered.
Nectanabis, being thus settled and fixed in his kingdom, with much kindness and affection invited Agesilaus to spend his winter in Egypt, but he made haste home to assist in the wars of his own country, which was he knew in want of money, and forced to hire mercenaries, whilst their own men were fighting abroad. The king, therefore, dismissed him very honorably, and among other gifts presented him with two hundred and thirty talents of silver toward the charge of the war. But the weather being tempestuous, his ships kept in shore, and passing along the coast of Africa he reached an uninhabited spot called the Port of Menelaus, and here, when his ships were just upon landing, he expired, being eighty-four years old, and having reigned in Lacedaemon forty-one. Thirty of which years he passed with the reputation of being the greatest and most powerful man of all Greece, and was looked upon as, in a manner, general and king of it, until the battle of Leuctra. It was the custom of the Spartans to bury their common dead in the place where they died, whatsoever country it was, but their kings they carried home. The followers of Agesilaus, for want of honey, enclosed his body in wax, and so conveyed him to Lacedaemon.
Nectanabis, having established himself in his kingdom, kindly invited Agesilaus to spend the winter in Egypt. However, Agesilaus hurried home to support the wars in his own country, which was in need of funds and had to hire mercenaries while their own men fought abroad. Therefore, the king honored him with a warm farewell and gifted him two hundred and thirty talents of silver to help with the war costs. But due to stormy weather, his ships stayed close to shore, and while sailing along the coast of Africa, he reached an uninhabited area known as the Port of Menelaus. Here, just as his ships were about to land, he passed away at the age of eighty-four, having ruled Lacedaemon for forty-one years. For thirty of those years, he was regarded as the greatest and most powerful man in all of Greece, seen almost as its general and king, until the battle of Leuctra. The Spartans traditionally buried their regular dead where they fell, regardless of the location, but they brought their kings home. Since there was a lack of honey, Agesilaus's followers enclosed his body in wax and transported him to Lacedaemon.
His son Archidamus succeeded him on his throne; so did his posterity successively to Agis, the fifth from Agesilaus; who was slain by Leonidas, while attempting to restore the ancient discipline of Sparta.
His son Archidamus took over the throne after him; and this continued with his descendants all the way to Agis, who was the fifth in line from Agesilaus. Agis was killed by Leonidas while trying to bring back the old discipline of Sparta.
POMPEY
The people of Rome seem to have entertained for Pompey from his childhood, the same affection that Prometheus in the tragedy of Aeschylus expresses for Hercules, speaking of him as the author of his deliverance, in these words,
The people of Rome appear to have held the same affection for Pompey since his childhood that Prometheus expresses for Hercules in Aeschylus's tragedy, calling him the one who brought about his freedom, in these words,
Ah cruel Sire! how dear thy son to me!
The generous offspring of my enemy!
Ah, cruel King! How dear your son is to me!
The noble child of my enemy!
For on the one hand, never did the Romans give such demonstrations of a vehement and fierce hatred against any of their generals, as they did against Strabo, the father of Pompey; during whose lifetime, it is true, they stood in awe of his military power, as indeed he was a formidable warrior, but immediately upon his death, which happened by a stroke of thunder, they treated him with the utmost contumely, dragging his corpse from the bier, as it was carried to his funeral. On the other side, never had any Roman the people’s good-will and devotion more zealous throughout all the changes of fortune, more early in its first springing up, or more steadily rising with his prosperity, or more constant in his adversity, than Pompey had. In Strabo, there was one great cause of their hatred, his insatiable covetousness; in Pompey, there were many that helped to make him the object of their love; his temperance, his skill, and exercise in war, his eloquence of speech, integrity of mind and affability in conversation and address; insomuch that no man ever asked a favor with less offense, or conferred one with a better grace. When he gave, it was without assumption, when he received, it was with dignity and honor.
On one hand, the Romans never showed such intense and fierce hatred towards any of their generals as they did towards Strabo, Pompey's father. While he was alive, they respected his military power since he was a formidable warrior, but right after he died from a lightning strike, they treated him with the utmost disrespect, even dragging his body from the funeral bier. On the other hand, no Roman had the people's goodwill and loyalty as deeply and passionately as Pompey did, through all his ups and downs—his support grew quickly at the start, remained steady as he thrived, and stayed constant in his hardships. Strabo's insatiable greed was a major reason for their hatred, while Pompey had many qualities that made him beloved: his self-control, his skill in warfare, his eloquent speech, his integrity, and his approachable demeanor. No one ever asked him for a favor in a way that offended, nor did he grant favors with anything but grace. He gave without arrogance and accepted with dignity and respect.
In his youth, his countenance pleaded for him, seeming to anticipate his eloquence, and win upon the affections of the people before he spoke. His beauty even in his bloom of youth had something in it at once of gentleness and dignity; and when his prime of manhood came, the majesty kingliness of his character at once became visible in it. His hair sat somewhat hollow or rising a little; and this, with the languishing motion of his eyes, seemed to form a resemblance in his face, though perhaps more talked of than really apparent, to the statues of king Alexander. And because many applied that name to him in his youth, Pompey himself did not decline it, insomuch that some called him so in derision. And Lucius Philippus, a man of consular dignity, when he was pleading in favor of him, thought it not unfit to say, that people could not be surprised if Philip was a lover of Alexander.
In his youth, his appearance worked in his favor, as if it predicted his eloquence and won the affection of people even before he spoke. His beauty, even in the prime of his youth, had a blend of gentleness and dignity; and as he reached manhood, the regal majesty of his character became clear. His hair was slightly thick or a bit puffy, and along with the soft movements of his eyes, it gave his face a resemblance—though perhaps more talked about than truly noticeable—to the statues of King Alexander. Because many referred to him by that name in his youth, Pompey himself accepted it, to the point that some used it mockingly. Lucius Philippus, a man of significant rank, while speaking in his defense, felt it appropriate to say that no one could be surprised if Philip was an admirer of Alexander.
It is related of Flora, the courtesan, that when she was now pretty old; she took great delight in speaking of her early familiarity with Pompey, and was wont to say, that she could never part after being with him without a bite. She would further tell, that Geminius, a companion of Pompey’s, fell in love with her, and made his court with great importunity; and on her refusing, and telling him, however her inclinations were, yet she could not gratify his desires for Pompey’s sake, he therefore made his request to Pompey, and Pompey frankly gave his consent, but never afterwards would have any converse with her, notwithstanding, that he seemed to have a great passion for her; and Flora, on this occasion, showed none of the levity that might have been expected of her, but languished for some time after under a sickness brought on by grief and desire. This Flora, we are told, was such a celebrated beauty, that Caecilius Metellus, when he adorned the temple of Castor and Pollux with paintings and statues, among the rest dedicated hers for her singular beauty. In his conduct also to the wife of Demetrius, his freed servant, (who had great influence with him in his lifetime, and left an estate of four thousand talents,) Pompey acted contrary to his usual habits, not quite fairly or generously, fearing lest he should fall under the common censure of being enamored and charmed with her beauty, which was irresistible, and became famous everywhere. Nevertheless, though he seemed to be so extremely circumspect and cautious, yet even in matters of this nature, he could not avoid the calumnies of his enemies, but upon the score of married women, they accused him, as if he had connived at many things, and embezzled the public revenue to gratify their luxury.
It is said that Flora, the courtesan, in her later years, loved to talk about her past relationship with Pompey. She often mentioned that she could never leave his company without being a bit flirtatious. She would also say that Geminius, a friend of Pompey, fell for her and pursued her persistently; when she turned him down and explained that, despite her feelings, she couldn't satisfy his wishes out of respect for Pompey, he took his request to Pompey. Pompey openly agreed, but afterward, he wouldn't speak to her again, even though he appeared to still have strong feelings for her. In this situation, Flora showed unexpected depth rather than the lightheartedness one might expect from her; she languished for a time, suffering from sadness and desire. Flora was such a renowned beauty that Caecilius Metellus, when he decorated the temple of Castor and Pollux with paintings and statues, included hers for her exceptional beauty. In his treatment of Demetrius's wife, a freed servant who had significant influence over him during his life and left an estate of four thousand talents, Pompey acted unusually, not entirely fairly or generously. He was concerned about falling under public scrutiny for being smitten by her irresistible beauty, which had become famous everywhere. However, despite being extremely careful and cautious, he couldn't escape the slanders of his enemies. They accused him of tolerating various misdeeds regarding married women and misusing public funds to indulge their luxuries.
Of his easiness of temper and plainness, in what related to eating and drinking, the story is told, that once in a sickness, when his stomach nauseated common meats, his physician prescribed him a thrush to eat; but upon search, there was none to be bought, for they were not then in season, and one telling him they were to be had at Lucullus’s, who kept them all the year round, “So then,” said he, “if it were not for Lucullus’s luxury, Pompey should not live;” and thereupon not minding the prescription of the physician, he contented himself with such meat as could easily be procured. But this was at a later time.
Of his easygoing nature and straightforwardness when it came to food and drink, there's a story that once, during an illness when he felt sick from regular meals, his doctor recommended he eat a thrush. However, when they looked for one, there were none available since they weren't in season. When someone mentioned that Lucullus had them year-round, he replied, “So, if it weren't for Lucullus's indulgence, Pompey wouldn't survive.” He then ignored the doctor's advice and made do with whatever food was readily available. But this was at a later time.
Being as yet a very young man, and upon an expedition in which his father was commanding against Cinna, he had in his tent with him one Lucius Terentius, as his companion and comrade, who, being corrupted by Cinna, entered into an engagement to kill Pompey, as others had done, to set the general’s tent on fire. This conspiracy being discovered to Pompey at supper, he showed no discomposure at it, but on the contrary drank more liberally than usual, and expressed great kindness to Terentius; but about bedtime, pretending to go to his repose, he stole away secretly out of the tent, and setting a guard about his father, quietly expected the event. Terentius, when he thought the proper time come, rose with his naked sword, and coming to Pompey’s bedside, stabbed several strokes through the bedclothes, as if he were lying there. Immediately after this there was a great uproar throughout all the camp, arising from the hatred they bore to the general, and a universal movement of the soldiers to revolt, all tearing down their tents, and betaking themselves to their arms. The general himself all this while durst not venture out because of the tumult; but Pompey, going about in the midst of them, besought them with tears; and at last threw himself prostrate upon his face before the gate of the camp, and lay there in the passage at their feet, shedding tears, and bidding those that were marching off, if they would go, trample upon him. Upon which, none could help going back again, and all, except eight hundred, either through shame or compassion, repented, and were reconciled to the general.
Being still a very young man and on an expedition where his father was leading against Cinna, he had in his tent with him a companion named Lucius Terentius. Terentius, having been corrupted by Cinna, agreed to kill Pompey and to set fire to the general’s tent, as others had done before. When Pompey learned of this conspiracy during dinner, he didn't show any signs of distress; instead, he drank more than usual and was very kind to Terentius. However, around bedtime, pretending to go to sleep, he quietly slipped out of the tent, set a guard around his father, and awaited what would happen. Terentius, believing the moment was right, rose with his sword drawn and approached Pompey’s bed, stabbing several times through the bedclothes as though Pompey were lying there. This immediately caused a huge uproar across the camp, fueled by the soldiers’ hatred for the general, leading to a mass revolt as they tore down their tents and armed themselves. During this chaos, the general was too afraid to come out; however, Pompey moved among them, pleading with tears. Eventually, he threw himself on the ground in front of the camp gate, lying there at their feet, in tears, urging those who were leaving that if they wanted to go, they could trample on him. This made it impossible for anyone to continue, and all but eight hundred soldiers felt either shame or compassion and returned, reconciling with the general.
Immediately upon the death of Strabo, there was an action commenced against Pompey, as his heir, for that his father had embezzled the public treasure. But Pompey, having traced the principal thefts, charged them upon one Alexander, a freed slave of his father’s, and proved before the judges that he had been the appropriator. But he himself was accused of having in his possession some hunting tackle, and books, that were taken at Asculum. To this he confessed thus far, that he received them from his father when he took Asculum, but pleaded further, that he had lost them since, upon Cinna’s return to Rome when his home was broken open and plundered by Cinna’s guards. In this cause he had a great many preparatory pleadings against his accuser, in which he showed an activity and steadfastness beyond his years, and gained great reputation and favor; insomuch that Antistius, the praetor and judge of the cause, took a great liking to him, and offered him his daughter in marriage, having had some communications with his friends about it. Pompey accepted the proposal, and they were privately contracted; however, the secret was not so closely kept as to escape the multitude, but it was discernible enough from the favor shown him by Antistius in his cause. And at last, when Antistius pronounced the absolutory sentence of the judges, the people, as if it had been upon a signal given, made the acclamation used according to ancient custom, at marriages, Talasio. The origin of which custom is related to be this. At the time when the daughters of the Sabines came to Rome, to see the shows and sports there, and were violently seized upon by the most distinguished and bravest of the Romans for wives, it happened that some goatswains and herdsmen of the meaner rank were carrying off a beautiful and tall maiden; and lest any of their betters should meet them, and take her away, as they ran, they cried out with one voice, Talasio, Talasius being a well-known and popular person among them, insomuch that all that heard the name, clapped their hands for joy, and joined with them in the shout, as applauding and congratulating the chance. Now, say they, because this proved a fortunate match to Talasius, hence it is that this acclamation is sportively used as a nuptial cry at all weddings. This is the most credible of the accounts that are given of the Talasio. And some few days after this judgment, Pompey married Antistia.
Right after Strabo died, a lawsuit was started against Pompey, his heir, claiming that his father had stolen public funds. But Pompey traced the major thefts to a man named Alexander, a freed slave of his father, and proved to the judges that Alexander was the one who had taken the money. However, Pompey was accused of keeping some hunting gear and books that were taken at Asculum. He admitted that he received them from his father when they took Asculum, but he argued that he lost them later when Cinna returned to Rome and his home was broken into and looted by Cinna’s guards. In this case, he presented many strong arguments against his accuser, showing impressive determination and maturity for his age, which earned him a great reputation and favor. As a result, Antistius, the praetor and judge in the case, took a liking to him and offered him his daughter’s hand in marriage after discussing it with his friends. Pompey accepted the offer, and they were privately betrothed. However, the secret didn’t stay under wraps for long and could be noticed by the public due to the favor Antistius showed him during the trial. Eventually, when Antistius announced the judges' verdict of acquittal, the crowd, almost like it was a signal, erupted in the traditional wedding cheer, “Talasio.” The origin of this cheer is said to come from the time when the daughters of the Sabines came to Rome to see the games and were forcefully taken by the most distinguished Roman men as wives. During this event, some lesser-ranked shepherds were stealing a beautiful and tall girl, and to avoid being confronted by anyone higher in status, they shouted “Talasio” in unison, referring to a well-known and liked person among them. Everyone who heard this joined in and applauded, celebrating this unexpected event. The story goes that because this was a lucky match for Talasius, the cheer became a playful wedding cry used at all weddings. This is the most reliable account of the Talasio. A few days after this verdict, Pompey married Antistia.
After this he went to Cinna’s camp, where finding some false suggestions and calumnies prevailing against him, he began to be afraid and presently withdrew himself secretly; which sudden disappearance occasioned great suspicion. And there went a rumor and speech through all the camp, that Cinna had murdered the young man; upon which all that had been anyways disobliged, and bore any malice to him, resolved to make an assault upon him. He, endeavoring to make his escape, was seized by a centurion, who pursued him with his naked sword. Cinna, in this distress, fell upon his knees, and offered him his seal-ring, of great value, for his ransom; but the centurion repulsed him insolently, saying, “I did not come to seal a covenant, but to be revenged upon a lawless and wicked tyrant;” and so dispatched him immediately.
After this, he went to Cinna’s camp, where he found some false rumors and slanders against him. He started to get scared and quickly left in secret, which made people suspicious. A rumor spread throughout the camp that Cinna had killed the young man, which prompted anyone who had a grudge against him to plan an attack. While trying to escape, he was caught by a centurion, who chased him with his sword drawn. In his desperation, Cinna fell to his knees and offered his valuable seal-ring for his release, but the centurion rudely rejected him, saying, “I didn’t come to make a deal; I came to take revenge on a lawless and wicked tyrant,” and then he killed him right away.
Thus Cinna being slain, Carbo, a tyrant yet more senseless than he, took the command and exercised it, while Sylla meantime was approaching, much to the joy and satisfaction of most people, who in their present evils were ready to find some comfort if it were but in the exchange of a master. For the city was brought to that pass by oppression and calamities, that being utterly in despair of liberty, men were only anxious for the mildest and most tolerable bondage. At that time Pompey was in Picenum in Italy, where he spent some time amusing himself, as he had estates in the country there, though the chief motive of his stay was the liking he felt for the towns of that district, which all regarded him with hereditary feelings of kindness and attachment. But when he now saw that the noblest and best of the city began to forsake their homes and property, and fly from all quarters to Sylla’s camp, as to their haven, he likewise was desirous to go; not, however, as a fugitive, alone and with nothing to offer, but as a friend rather than a suppliant, in a way that would gain him honor, bringing help along with him, and at the head of a body of troops. Accordingly he solicited the Picentines for their assistance, who as cordially embraced his motion, and rejected the messengers sent from Carbo; insomuch that a certain Vindius taking upon him to say, that Pompey was come from the school-room to put himself at the head of the people, they were so incensed that they fell forthwith upon this Vindius and killed him. From henceforward Pompey, finding a spirit of government upon him, though not above twenty-three years of age, nor deriving, an authority by commission from any man, took the privilege to grant himself full power, and causing a tribunal to be erected in the market-place of Auximum, a populous city, expelled two of their principal men, brothers, of the name of Ventidius, who were acting against him in Carbo’s interest, commanding them by a public edict to depart the city; and then proceeded to levy soldiers, issuing out commissions to centurions, and other officers, according to the form of military discipline. And in this manner he went round all the rest of the cities in the district. So that those of Carbo’s faction flying, and all others cheerfully submitting to his command, in a little time he mustered three entire legions, having supplied himself beside with all manner of provisions, beasts of burden, carriages, and other necessaries of war. And with this equipage he set forward on his march towards Sylla, not as if he were in haste, or desirous of escaping observation, but by small journeys, making several halts upon the road, to distress and annoy the enemy, and exerting himself to detach from Carbo’s interest every part of Italy that he passed through.
Once Cinna was killed, Carbo, an even more clueless tyrant, took over command and acted on it, while Sylla was on his way, much to the joy and relief of most people. In their current suffering, they were looking for comfort, even if it just meant switching rulers. The city had been pushed to the brink by oppression and disaster, and utterly desperate for freedom, people were only concerned about finding the mildest and most bearable form of oppression. At that time, Pompey was in Picenum, Italy, spending some time enjoying himself since he had estates in the area, though the main reason for his stay was his fondness for the towns there, which had a long-standing loyalty and affection for him. But upon seeing that the noblest and best citizens began to abandon their homes and property, fleeing to Sylla’s camp as a safe haven, he too wanted to go; not as a fugitive with nothing to offer, but as a supporter rather than a beggar, in a manner that would earn him respect, bringing help with him and leading a group of troops. He therefore sought assistance from the Picentines, who happily responded to his request and dismissed the messengers sent by Carbo. A certain Vindius, claiming that Pompey had come from the classroom to lead the people, made them so angry that they immediately attacked and killed him. From that point on, Pompey, feeling a sense of authority despite being only twenty-three years old and not receiving any official commission, took it upon himself to assume full power. He had a tribunal set up in the market place of Auximum, a busy city, expelled two prominent brothers named Ventidius who opposed him on behalf of Carbo, and issued a public decree ordering them to leave the city. He then began to recruit soldiers, handing out commissions to centurions and other officers, following military protocols. He traveled through the rest of the cities in the area, so that while those loyal to Carbo fled, everyone else readily accepted his leadership. In no time, he gathered three entire legions, along with all kinds of supplies, pack animals, vehicles, and other war necessities. With this preparation, he started his march toward Sylla, not in a hurry or trying to avoid attention, but taking small journeys, pausing several times along the way to disrupt and annoy the enemy, and working to win over every part of Italy he passed through from Carbo’s influence.
Three commanders of the enemy encountered him at once, Carinna, Cloelius, and Brutus, and drew up their forces, not all in the front, nor yet together on any one part, but encamping three several armies in a circle about him, they resolved to encompass and overpower him. Pompey was no way alarmed at this, but collecting all his troops into one body, and placing his horse in the front of the battle, where he himself was in person, he singled out and bent all his forces against Brutus, and when the Celtic horsemen from the enemy’s side rode out to meet him, Pompey himself encountering hand to hand with the foremost and stoutest among them, killed him with his spear. The rest seeing this turned their backs, and fled, and breaking the ranks of their own foot, presently caused a general rout; whereupon the commanders fell out among themselves, and marched off, some one way, some another, as their fortunes led them, and the towns round about came in and surrendered themselves to Pompey, concluding that the enemy was dispersed for fear. Next after these, Scipio, the consul, came to attack him, and with as little success; for before the armies could join, or be within the throw of their javelins, Scipio’s soldiers saluted Pompey’s, and came over to them, while Scipio made his escape by flight. Last of all, Carbo himself sent down several troops of horse against him by the river Arsis, which Pompey assailed with the same courage and success as before; and having routed and put them to flight, he forced them in the pursuit into difficult ground, unpassable for horse, where seeing no hopes of escape, they yielded themselves with their horses and armor, all to his mercy.
Three enemy commanders confronted him at once: Carinna, Cloelius, and Brutus. They organized their forces, not all at the front, nor together in one place, but setting up three separate armies in a circle around him, intending to trap and overpower him. Pompey wasn’t intimidated at all by this. He gathered all his troops into a single group and placed his cavalry at the front of the battle where he was personally present. He focused all his forces on Brutus. When the Celtic horsemen from the enemy’s side charged to confront him, Pompey himself engaged hand-to-hand with the strongest among them and killed him with his spear. The rest, seeing this, turned and fled, breaking their own foot soldiers' ranks and causing a general rout. Consequently, the commanders began to argue amongst themselves and dispersed, some going one way, others another, depending on their luck, while the nearby towns surrendered to Pompey, believing the enemy was scattered out of fear. Shortly after, Scipio, the consul, came to attack him but had just as little success; before the armies could join or be in throwing distance of their javelins, Scipio’s soldiers defected and joined Pompey, while Scipio escaped by running away. Lastly, Carbo sent several cavalry troops against him by the river Arsis, which Pompey attacked with the same bravery and success as before. After routing them and sending them into retreat, he chased them into difficult terrain impassable for horses, where, seeing no chance of escape, they surrendered along with their horses and armor, all to his mercy.
Sylla was hitherto unacquainted with all these actions; and on the first intelligence he received of his movements was in great anxiety about him, fearing lest he should be cut off among so many and such experienced commanders of the enemy, and marched therefore with all speed to his aid. Now Pompey, having advice of his approach, sent out orders to his officers, to marshal and draw up all his forces in full array, that they might make the finest and noblest appearance before the commander-in-chief; for he expected indeed great honors from him, but met with even greater. For as soon as Sylla saw him thus advancing, his army so well appointed, his men so young and strong, and their spirits so high and hopeful with their successes, he alighted from his horse, and being first, as was his due, saluted by them with the title of Imperator, he returned the salutation upon Pompey, in the same term and style of Imperator, which might well cause surprise, as none could have ever anticipated that he would have imparted, to one so young in years and not yet a senator, a title which was the object of contention between him and the Scipios and Marii. And indeed all the rest of his deportment was agreeable to this first compliment; whenever Pompey came into his presence, he paid some sort of respect to him, either in rising and being uncovered, or the like, which he was rarely seen to do to anyone else, notwithstanding that there were many about him of great rank and honor. Yet Pompey was not puffed up at all, or exalted with these favors. And when Sylla would have sent him with all expedition into Gaul, a province in which it was thought Metellus who commanded in it had done nothing worthy of the large forces at his disposal, Pompey urged, that it could not be fair or honorable for him, to take a province out of the hands of his senior in command and superior in reputation; however, if Metellus were willing, and should request his service, he should be very ready to accompany and assist him in the war. Which when Metellus came to understand, he approved of the proposal, and invited him over by letter. And on this Pompey fell immediately into Gaul, where he not only achieved wonderful exploits of himself, but also fired up and kindled again that bold and warlike spirit, which old age had in a manner extinguished in Metellus, into a new heat; just as molten copper, they say, when poured upon that which is cold and solid, will dissolve and melt it faster than fire itself. But as when a famous wrestler has gained the first place among men, and borne away the prizes at all the games, it is not usual to take account of his victories as a boy, or to enter them upon record among the rest; so with the exploits of Pompey in his youth, though they were extraordinary in themselves, yet because they were obscured and buried in the multitude and greatness of his later wars and conquests, I dare not be particular in them, lest, by trifling away time in the lesser moments of his youth, we should be driven to omit those greater actions and fortunes which best illustrate his character.
Sylla was previously unaware of all these events; when he first learned of Pompey's actions, he became very anxious about him, fearing that he could be lost among so many experienced enemy commanders, so he quickly marched to offer his support. Pompey, having received word of Sylla's approach, ordered his officers to gather and arrange all his troops impressively to make a strong and noble impression on their commander-in-chief; he truly expected great honors from Sylla, but ended up receiving even more. When Sylla saw him marching forward, with his army so well equipped, his soldiers young and vigorous, and their spirits high from their recent successes, he got off his horse. Being the first, as was appropriate, to be greeted by them with the title of Imperator, he returned the greeting to Pompey using the same title, which surprised many, as no one expected him to bestow such a title on someone so young and not yet a senator; a title that was a point of contention between him and the Scipios and Marii. Indeed, all of Sylla's behavior reflected this initial greeting; whenever Pompey entered his presence, Sylla showed him some form of respect, either by standing and removing his hat, or similar gestures, which he rarely did for anyone else, despite the many high-ranking individuals around him. Yet, Pompey remained humble and unaffected by these honors. When Sylla wanted to send him quickly to Gaul, a province where Metellus, the commander, was thought to have done little with his large forces, Pompey argued that it would not be fair or honorable for him to take over a province from his superior in rank and reputation; however, if Metellus were willing and asked for his help, he would gladly join him in the war. When Metellus learned of this, he agreed to the proposal and invited Pompey via letter. Following that, Pompey immediately went to Gaul, where he not only accomplished remarkable feats himself but also reignited the bold and warlike spirit in Metellus, which age had largely diminished, much like how molten copper, when poured onto cold, solid metal, melts it more quickly than fire itself. But just as a renowned athlete's victories are usually not counted from his youth when he has already secured the top positions and earned prizes in all the competitions, so I won't delve into Pompey's extraordinary exploits from his younger days, as they were overshadowed and hidden among the multitude of his later wars and conquests. I hesitate to detail them, lest we waste time on the lesser achievements of his youth and end up omitting the greater actions and fortunes that truly exemplify his character.
Now, when Sylla had brought all Italy under his dominion, and was proclaimed dictator, he began to reward the rest of his followers, by giving them wealth, appointing them to offices in the State, and granting them freely and without restriction any favors they asked for. But as for Pompey, admiring his valor and conduct, and thinking that he might prove a great stay and support to him hereafter in his affairs, he sought means to attach him to himself by some personal alliance, and his wife Metella joining in his wishes, they two persuaded Pompey to put away Antistia, and marry Aemilia, the step-daughter of Sylla, borne by Metella to Scaurus her former husband, she being at that very time the wife of another man, living with him, and with child by him. These were the very tyrannies of marriage, and much more agreeable to the times under Sylla, than to the nature and habits of Pompey; that Aemilia great with child should be, as it were, ravished from the embraces of another for him, and that Antistia should be divorced with dishonor and misery by him, for whose sake she had been but just before bereft of her father. For Antistius was murdered in the senate, because he was suspected to be a favorer of Sylla for Pompey’s sake; and her mother, likewise, after she had seen all these indignities, made away with herself; a new calamity to be added to the tragic accompaniments of this marriage, and that there might be nothing wanting to complete them, Aemilia herself died, almost immediately after entering Pompey’s house, in childbed.
Now, when Sylla had taken control of all of Italy and was declared dictator, he started rewarding his followers by giving them wealth, assigning them roles in the government, and granting them any favors they requested without hesitation. As for Pompey, admiring his bravery and leadership, and believing he could be a great ally in the future, Sylla looked for ways to bind him to himself through a personal alliance. With the support of his wife Metella, they convinced Pompey to leave Antistia and marry Aemilia, Sylla's stepdaughter, who was the child of Metella and her former husband Scaurus. At that time, Aemilia was still married to another man, living with him, and pregnant with his child. These were the actual oppressive practices of marriage, far more suited to the times under Sylla than to Pompey's character and habits. It was as if Aemilia, heavily pregnant, was being forcibly taken from another man's embrace, while Antistia was left dishonored and miserable by Pompey, even after recently losing her father. Antistius had been murdered in the Senate because he was suspected of supporting Pompey in Sylla's favor. After enduring all these hardships, Antistia's mother took her own life, adding a fresh tragedy to the already disastrous circumstances of this marriage. To top it all off, Aemilia herself died just after moving into Pompey's house, during childbirth.
About this time news came to Sylla, that Perpenna was fortifying himself in Sicily, that the island was now become a refuge and receptacle for the relics of the adverse party; that Carbo was hovering about those seas with a navy, that Domitius had fallen in upon Africa and that many of the exiled men of note who had escaped from the proscriptions were daily flocking into those parts. Against these, therefore, Pompey was sent with a large force; and no sooner was he arrived in Sicily but Perpenna immediately departed, leaving the whole island to him. Pompey received the distressed cities into favor, and treated all with great humanity, except the Mamertines in Messena; for when they protested against his court and jurisdiction, alleging their privilege and exemption founded upon an ancient charter or grant of the Romans, he replied sharply, “What! will you never cease prating of laws to us that have swords by our sides?” It was thought, likewise, that he showed some inhumanity to Carbo, seeming rather to insult over his misfortunes, than to chastise his crimes. For if there had been a necessity, as perhaps there was, that he should be taken off, that might have been done at first, as soon as he was taken prisoner, for then it would have been the act of him that commanded it. But here Pompey commended a man that had been thrice consul of Rome, to be brought in fetters to stand at the bar, he himself sitting upon the bench in judgment, examining the cause with the formalities of law, to the offense and indignation of all that were present, and afterwards ordered him to be taken away and put to death. It is related, by the way, of Carbo, that as soon as he was brought to the place, and saw the sword drawn for execution, he was suddenly seized with a looseness or pain in his bowels, and desired a little respite of the executioner, and a convenient place to relieve himself. And yet further, Caius Oppius, the friend of Caesar, tells us, that Pompey dealt cruelly with Quintus Valerius, a man of singular learning and science. For when he was brought to him, he walked aside, and drew him into conversation, and after putting a variety of questions to him, and receiving answers from him, he ordered his officers to take him away, and put him to death. But we must not be too credulous in the case of narratives told by Oppius, especially when he undertakes to relate anything touching the friends or foes of Caesar. This is certain, that there lay a necessity upon Pompey to be severe upon many of Sylla’s enemies, those at least that were eminent persons in themselves, and notoriously known to be taken; but for the rest, he acted with all the clemency possible for him, conniving at the concealment of some, and himself being the instrument in the escape of others. So in the case of the Himeraeans; for when Pompey had determined on severely punishing their city, as they had been abettors of the enemy, Sthenis, the leader of the people there, craving liberty of speech, told him, that what he was about to do was not at all consistent with justice, for that he would pass by the guilty, and destroy the innocent; and on Pompey demanding, who that guilty person was that would assume the offenses of them all, Sthenis replied, it was himself, who had engaged his friends by persuasion to what they had done, and his enemies by force; whereupon Pompey being much taken with the frank speech and noble spirit of the man, first forgave his crime, and then pardoned all the rest of the Himeraeans. Hearing, likewise, that his soldiers were very disorderly their march, doing violence upon the roads, he ordered their swords to be sealed up in their scabbards, and whosoever kept them not so, were severely punished.
Around this time, Sylla learned that Perpenna was strengthening his position in Sicily, making the island a safe haven for members of the opposing party. Carbo was roaming those seas with a fleet, Domitius had moved into Africa, and many notable exiles who had escaped the proscriptions were constantly arriving in that region. In response, Pompey was sent with a large force. As soon as he arrived in Sicily, Perpenna left immediately, abandoning the entire island to him. Pompey welcomed the distressed cities back and treated everyone with great kindness, except for the Mamertines in Messena. When they protested against his authority, claiming their rights based on an ancient Roman charter, he sharply replied, “What! Will you ever stop talking about laws to us who have swords at our sides?” It was also believed that he showed cruelty towards Carbo, seeming to mock his misfortunes rather than punishing his crimes. If there was a need to take action against Carbo, it could have been done early on after he was captured; that would have been the responsibility of those who commanded it. Instead, Pompey had a man who had been consul of Rome three times brought in chains to stand trial while he sat in judgment, formally examining the case in a way that offended and outraged everyone present, and afterward ordered him to be taken away and executed. There’s a story about Carbo that when he arrived at the execution site and saw the sword drawn, he suddenly experienced severe stomach pain and requested a moment from the executioner to relieve himself. Additionally, Caius Oppius, a friend of Caesar, tells us that Pompey was cruel to Quintus Valerius, a highly educated man. When Valerius was brought to him, Pompey stepped aside to talk with him, asked him a range of questions, and after receiving his answers, ordered his officers to take him away and kill him. However, we shouldn’t easily believe narratives from Oppius, particularly when they concern Caesar's allies or enemies. What is certain is that Pompey had to be harsh towards many of Sylla's enemies, especially those who were prominent figures, but he showed as much mercy as possible to others, turning a blind eye to some hiding and personally aiding the escape of others. In the case of the Himeraeans, Pompey initially intended to severely punish their city for aiding the enemy. Sthenis, the leader of the people, asked for a chance to speak and argued that what Pompey was planning was not just, as he would punish the innocent while letting the guilty go. When Pompey asked who the guilty party was that would take responsibility for everyone’s actions, Sthenis replied that it was himself, as he had persuaded his friends to do what they had done and forced his enemies. Impressed by Sthenis’s honesty and noble spirit, Pompey first forgave him and then pardoned all the Himeraeans. Upon hearing that his soldiers were acting recklessly, causing trouble on the roads, he ordered their swords to be sealed in their scabbards, and anyone who didn’t comply would be severely punished.
Whilst Pompey was thus busy in the affairs and government of Sicily, he received a decree of the senate, and a commission from Sylla, commanding him forthwith to sail into Africa, and make war upon Domitius with all his forces: for Domitius had rallied up a far greater army than Marius had had not long since, when he sailed out of Africa into Italy, and caused a revolution in Rome, and himself, of a fugitive outlaw, became a tyrant. Pompey, therefore, having prepared everything with the utmost speed, left Memmius, his sister’s husband, governor of Sicily, and set sail with one hundred and twenty galleys, and eight hundred other vessels laden with provisions, money, ammunition, and engines of battery. He arrived with his fleet, part at the port of Utica, part at Carthage; and no sooner was he landed, but seven thousand of the enemy revolted and came over to him, while his own forces that he brought with him consisted of six entire legions. Here they tell us of a pleasant incident that happened to him at his first arrival. For some of his soldiers having by accident stumbled upon a treasure, by which they got a good sum of money, the rest of the army hearing this, began to fancy that the field was full of gold and silver, which had been hid there of old by the Carthaginians in the time of their calamities, and thereupon fell to work, so that the army was useless to Pompey for many days, being totally engaged in digging for the fancied treasure, he himself all the while walking up and down only, and laughing to see so many thousands together, digging and turning up the earth. Until at last, growing weary and hopeless, they came to themselves, and returned to their general, begging him to lead them where he pleased, for that they had already received the punishment of their folly. By this time Domitius had prepared himself; and drawn out his army in array against Pompey; but there was a watercourse betwixt them, craggy, and difficult to pass over; and this, together with a great storm of wind and rain pouring down even from break of day, seemed to leave but little possibility of their coming together, so that Domitius, not expecting any engagement that day, commanded his forces to draw off and retire to the camp. Now Pompey, who was watchful upon every occasion, making use of the opportunity, ordered a march forthwith, and having passed over the torrent, fell in immediately upon their quarters. The enemy was in a great disorder and tumult, and in that confusion attempted a resistance; but they neither were all there, nor supported one another; besides, the wind having veered about, beat the rain full in their faces. Neither indeed was the storm less troublesome to the Romans, for that they could not clearly discern one another, insomuch that even Pompey himself, being unknown, escaped narrowly; for when one of his soldiers demanded of him the word of battle, it happened that he was somewhat slow in his answer, which might have cost him his life.
While Pompey was busy managing the affairs of Sicily, he received a decree from the Senate and a commission from Sylla, ordering him to immediately sail to Africa and wage war against Domitius with all his forces. Domitius had gathered a much larger army than Marius had not long ago when he sailed from Africa to Italy and caused a revolution in Rome, transforming himself from a fugitive outlaw into a tyrant. Therefore, Pompey quickly prepared everything, leaving Memmius, his sister's husband, as the governor of Sicily, and set sail with one hundred and twenty galleys and eight hundred other ships loaded with provisions, money, ammunition, and siege engines. He arrived with his fleet, partially at the port of Utica and partially at Carthage; as soon as he landed, seven thousand enemies defected and joined him, while his own forces consisted of six full legions. They recount a funny incident that occurred upon his arrival. Some of Pompey’s soldiers accidentally stumbled upon a treasure, earning themselves a good amount of money. When the rest of the army heard this, they began to believe that the fields were full of gold and silver hidden by the Carthaginians in their times of crisis. Consequently, they got to work digging, which rendered the army useless to Pompey for many days as they were entirely focused on finding this imagined treasure, while he walked around and laughed at the sight of so many thousands of men digging and turning up the earth. Eventually, growing tired and realizing the futility of their endeavor, they returned to their general, asking him to lead them wherever he wished, stating that they had already received the punishment for their folly. By this time, Domitius had prepared and lined up his army against Pompey, but a rocky, difficult watercourse lay between them. Coupled with a fierce storm of wind and rain starting from dawn, this left little chance of their armies clashing that day, prompting Domitius to order his forces to withdraw to their camp. However, Pompey, always alert for opportunities, seized the moment, ordered a march, and crossed the torrent, launching an immediate attack on their encampment. The enemy was disorganized and chaotic, and in that confusion, they attempted to resist; but they were neither all present nor supporting one another. Additionally, the wind shifted and drove the rain directly into their faces. The storm was also troublesome for the Romans, as they couldn’t clearly see one another, so much so that even Pompey himself narrowly escaped being recognized. When one of his soldiers asked him for the battle signal, he was slightly slow in answering, which could have cost him his life.
The enemy being routed with a great slaughter, (for it is said, that of twenty thousand there escaped but three thousand,) the army saluted Pompey by the name of Imperator; but he declined it, telling them, that he could not by any means accept of that title, as long as he saw the camp of the enemy standing; but if they designed to make him worthy of the honor, they must first demolish that. The soldiers on hearing this, went at once and made an assault upon the works and trenches, and there Pompey fought without his helmet, in memory of his former danger, and to avoid the like. The camp was thus taken by storm, and among the rest, Domitius was slain. After that overthrow, the cities of the country thereabouts were all either secured by surrender, or taken by storm. King Iarbas, likewise, a confederate and auxiliary of Domitius, was taken prisoner, and his kingdom was given to Hiempsal.
The enemy was defeated with heavy losses (it's said that out of twenty thousand, only three thousand managed to escape), and the army honored Pompey with the title of Imperator. However, he refused it, saying that he couldn't accept that title as long as the enemy's camp was still standing. He told them that if they wanted to make him deserving of the honor, they first needed to take it down. Upon hearing this, the soldiers immediately launched an attack on the fortifications and trenches, and Pompey fought without his helmet, remembering his past dangers to prevent experiencing them again. The camp was captured in the assault, and among those killed was Domitius. After that defeat, the nearby cities either surrendered or were taken by force. King Iarbas, a supporter and ally of Domitius, was captured, and his kingdom was given to Hiempsal.
Pompey could not rest here, but being ambitious to follow the good fortune and use the valor of his army, entered Numidia; and marching forward many days’ journey up into the country, he conquered all wherever he came. And having revived the terror of the Roman power, which was now almost obliterated among the barbarous nations, he said likewise, that the wild beasts of Africa ought not to be left without some experience of the courage and success of the Romans; and therefore he bestowed some few days in hunting lions and elephants. And it is said, that it was not above the space of forty days at the utmost, in which he gave a total overthrow to the enemy, reduced Africa, and established the affairs of the kings and kingdoms of all that country, being then in the twenty-fourth year of his age.
Pompey couldn't stop here. Driven by ambition and eager to capitalize on his army's success, he entered Numidia. After marching for many days deeper into the region, he conquered everything in his path. He reignited the fear of Roman power, which had nearly faded among the barbarous nations, and remarked that the wild beasts of Africa should not be left untouched by the bravery and victories of the Romans. So, he took a few days to hunt lions and elephants. It's said that within no more than forty days, he utterly defeated the enemy, brought Africa under control, and established the governance of the kings and kingdoms in that area, all while he was just twenty-four years old.
When Pompey returned back to the city of Utica, there were presented to him letters and orders from Sylla, commanding him to disband the rest of his army, and himself with one legion only to wait there the coming of another general, to succeed him in the government. This, inwardly, was extremely grievous to Pompey, though he made no show of it. But the army resented it openly, and when Pompey besought them to depart and go home before him, they began to revile Sylla, and declared broadly, that they were resolved not to forsake him, neither did they think it safe for him to trust the tyrant. Pompey at first endeavored to appease and pacify them by fair speeches; but when he saw that his persuasions were vain, he left the bench, and retired to his tent with tears in his eyes. But the soldiers followed him, and seizing upon him, by force brought him again, and placed him in his tribunal; where great part of that day was spent in dispute, they on their part persuading him to stay and command them, he, on the other side, pressing upon them obedience, and the danger of mutiny. At last, when they grew yet more importunate and clamorous, he swore that he would kill himself if they attempted to force him; and scarcely even thus appeased them. Nevertheless, the first tidings brought to Sylla were, that Pompey was up in rebellion; on which he remarked to some of his friends, “I see, then, it is my destiny to contend with children in my old age;” alluding at the same time to Marius, who, being but a mere youth, had given him great trouble, and brought him into extreme danger. But being undeceived afterwards by better intelligence, and finding the whole city prepared to meet Pompey, and receive him with every display of kindness and honor, he resolved to exceed them all. And, therefore, going out foremost to meet him, and embracing him with great cordiality, he gave him his welcome aloud in the title of Magnus, or the Great, and bade all that were present call him by that name. Others say that he had this title first given him by a general acclamation of all the army in Africa, but that it was fixed upon him by this ratification of Sylla. It is certain that he himself was the last that owned the title; for it was a long time after, when he was sent proconsul into Spain against Sertorius, that he began to write himself in his letters and commissions by the name of Pompeius Magnus; common and familiar use having then worn off the invidiousness of the title. And one cannot but accord respect and admiration to the ancient Romans, who did not reward the successes of action and conduct in war alone with such honorable titles, but adorned likewise the virtues and services of eminent men in civil government with the same distinctions and marks of honor. Two persons received from the people the name of Maximus, or the Greatest, Valerius, for reconciling the senate and people, and Fabius Rullus, because he put out of the senate certain sons of freed slaves who had been admitted into it because of their wealth.
When Pompey returned to the city of Utica, he was given letters and orders from Sulla, instructing him to disband the rest of his army and to wait with just one legion for another general to take over his command. This was greatly troubling for Pompey, even though he didn’t show it. The army, however, openly expressed their frustration, and when Pompey urged them to leave and go home ahead of him, they began to insult Sulla, declaring that they were determined not to abandon him and that they didn’t think it was safe for him to trust the tyrant. At first, Pompey tried to calm and placate them with reassuring words, but when he realized his attempts were fruitless, he left the platform and went to his tent with tears in his eyes. The soldiers followed him, forcibly brought him back, and placed him in his position again; much of that day was spent in argument, with them trying to convince him to stay and lead them, while he insisted on their obedience and the risks of mutiny. Eventually, when they became even more insistent and loud, he swore that he would take his own life if they tried to force him, and only then did they settle down a bit. However, the first news received by Sulla was that Pompey was in rebellion, to which he remarked to some friends, “I see it’s my fate to compete with children in my old age,” referring to Marius, who, even as a young man, had caused him significant trouble and put him in great danger. But once better information clarified the situation, and he learned that the whole city was ready to welcome Pompey with open arms and honor, he decided to outdo them all. So, he went out first to meet Pompey, embraced him warmly, publicly welcomed him with the title Magnus, or the Great, and instructed everyone present to call him by that name. Others claim that the title was first given to him by a widespread cheer from the army in Africa, but that it was confirmed by Sulla. It is certain that Pompey was the last to accept the title; it was a long time later, when he was sent as proconsul to Spain against Sertorius, that he began to sign his letters and official documents as Pompeius Magnus; by then, the title had lost its negative connotations in common use. One must acknowledge the respect and admiration for the ancient Romans, who not only rewarded achievements in military action and strategy with honorable titles but also recognized the virtues and services of distinguished individuals in civil administration with the same distinctions and honors. Two individuals were honored with the name Maximus, or the Greatest, by the people: Valerius for reconciling the senate and the citizens, and Fabius Rullus for removing from the senate certain sons of freed slaves who had been allowed in because of their wealth.
Pompey now desired the honor of a triumph, which Sylla opposed, alleging that the law allowed that honor to none but consuls and praetors, and therefore Scipio the elder, who subdued the Carthaginians in Spain in far greater and nobler conflicts, never petitioned for a triumph, because he had never been consul or praetor; and if Pompey, who had scarcely yet fully grown a beard, and was not of age to be a senator, should enter the city in triumph, what a weight of envy would it bring, he said, at once upon his government and Pompey’s honor. This was his language to Pompey, intimating that he could not by any means yield to his request, but if he would persist in his ambition, that he was resolved to interpose his power to humble him. Pompey, however, was not daunted; but bade Sylla recollect, that more worshiped the rising than the setting sun; as if to tell him that his power was increasing, and Sylla’s in the wane. Sylla did not perfectly hear the words, but observing a sort of amazement and wonder in the looks and gestures of those that did hear them, he asked what it was that he said. When it was told him, he seemed astounded at Pompey’s boldness, and cried out twice together, “Let him triumph,” and when others began to show their disapprobation and offense at it, Pompey, it is said, to gall and vex them the more, designed to have his triumphant chariot drawn with four elephants, (having brought over several which belonged to the African kings,) but the gates of the city being too narrow, he was forced to desist from that project, and be content with horses. And when his soldiers, who had not received as large rewards as they had expected, began to clamor, and interrupt the triumph, Pompey regarded these as little as the rest, and plainly told them that he had rather lose the honor of his triumph, than flatter them. Upon which Servilius, a man of great distinction, and at first one of the chief opposers of Pompey’s triumph, said, he now perceived that Pompey was truly great and worthy of a triumph. It is clear that he might easily have been a senator, also, if he had wished, but he did not sue for that, being ambitious, it seems, only of unusual honors. For what wonder had it been for Pompey, to sit in the senate before his time? But to triumph before he was in the senate, was really an excess of glory.
Pompey now wanted the honor of a triumph, which Sylla opposed, arguing that the law only allowed that honor for consuls and praetors. He pointed out that Scipio the Elder, who defeated the Carthaginians in Spain in much greater and nobler battles, never sought a triumph because he had never been a consul or praetor. Sylla claimed that if Pompey, who was barely old enough to grow a beard and not old enough to be a senator, were to enter the city in triumph, it would bring a huge wave of envy onto both his government and Pompey’s honor. This was how he spoke to Pompey, indicating that he couldn't agree to his request, but if Pompey continued to push his ambitions, Sylla was determined to use his power to bring him down. However, Pompey wasn’t intimidated; he told Sylla to remember that more people worship the rising sun than the setting sun, implying that his own power was growing while Sylla’s was fading. Sylla didn’t fully hear this, but he noticed the surprise and amazement on the faces of those who did, so he asked what Pompey had said. When he was informed, he seemed shocked at Pompey’s boldness and exclaimed twice, “Let him triumph.” When others began to show their disapproval and offense, Pompey reportedly planned to have his triumphant chariot pulled by four elephants (having brought several over from the African kings), but since the city gates were too narrow, he had to abandon that idea and settle for horses. When his soldiers, who had not received the rewards they expected, started to complain and disrupt the triumph, Pompey paid them little mind and clearly stated that he would rather lose the honor of his triumph than appease them. At this, Servilius, an important person and initially one of Pompey’s biggest opponents regarding the triumph, remarked that he now realized Pompey was truly great and deserving of a triumph. It’s clear he could have easily become a senator if he wanted to, but he didn't seek that, seemingly being ambitious only for exceptional honors. For what would have been so surprising about Pompey sitting in the senate before his time? But to triumph before being in the senate was truly an excess of glory.
And moreover, it did not a little ingratiate him with the people; who were much pleased to see him after his triumph take his place again among the Roman knights. On the other side, it was no less distasteful to Sylla to see how fast he came on, and to what a height of glory and power he was advancing; yet being ashamed to hinder him, he kept quiet. But when, against his direct wishes, Pompey got Lepidus made consul, having openly joined in the canvass and, by the good-will the people felt for himself, conciliated their favor for Lepidus, Sylla could forbear no longer; but when he saw him coming away from the election through the forum with a great train after him, cried out to him, “Well, young man, I see you rejoice in your victory. And, indeed, is it not a most generous and worthy act, that the consulship should be given to Lepidus, the vilest of men, in preference to Catulus, the best and most deserving in the city, and all by your influence with the people? It will be well, however, for you to be wakeful and look to your interests; as you have been making your enemy stronger than yourself.” But that which gave the clearest demonstration of Sylla’s ill-will to Pompey, was his last will and testament; for whereas he had bequeathed several legacies to all the rest of his friends, and appointed some of them guardians to his eon, he passed by Pompey without the least remembrance. However, Pompey bore this with great moderation and temper; and when Lepidus and others were disposed to obstruct his interment in the Campus Martius, and to prevent any public funeral taking place, came forward in support of it, and saw his obsequies performed with all honor and security.
Moreover, it really ingratiated him with the people, who were pleased to see him return to his place among the Roman knights after his victory. On the other hand, Sylla was equally displeased to see how quickly Pompey was rising and the level of glory and power he was reaching; but, embarrassed to interfere, he stayed silent. However, when Pompey, against Sylla's wishes, got Lepidus elected as consul—having actively participated in the campaign and, thanks to the goodwill the people felt for him, secured their support for Lepidus—Sylla could no longer hold back. When he saw Pompey leaving the election through the forum followed by a large crowd, he called out to him, "Well, young man, I see you're celebrating your victory. And isn't it a generous move that the consulship should go to Lepidus, the most despicable man, instead of Catulus, the best and most deserving in the city, all thanks to your influence with the people? But it would be wise for you to stay alert and look after your interests, as you've made your enemy stronger than yourself." The clearest sign of Sylla's resentment towards Pompey was in his last will; he left legacies to all his other friends and named some of them guardians for his son but completely skipped over Pompey without any acknowledgment. Nevertheless, Pompey handled this with great composure, and when Lepidus and others tried to block the funeral in the Campus Martius and prevent any public ceremony, he stepped up to support it and ensured that his burial was carried out with all honor and respect.
Shortly after the death of Sylla, his prophetic words were fulfilled; and Lepidus proposing to be the successor to all his power and authority, without any ambiguities or pretences, immediately appeared in arms, rousing once more and gathering about him all the long dangerous remains of the old factions, which had escaped the hand of Sylla. Catulus, his colleague, who was followed by the sounder part of the senate and people, was a man of the greatest esteem among the Romans for wisdom and justice; but his talent lay in the government of the city rather than the camp, whereas the exigency required the skill of Pompey. Pompey, therefore, was not long in suspense which way to dispose of himself, but joining with the nobility, was presently appointed general of the army against Lepidus, who had already raised up war in great part of Italy, and held Cisalpine Gaul in subjection with an army under Brutus. As for the rest of his garrisons, Pompey subdued them with ease in his march, but Mutina in Gaul resisted in a formal siege, and he lay here a long time encamped against Brutus. In the meantime Lepidus marched in all haste against Rome, and sitting down before it with a crowd of followers, to the terror of those within, demanded a second consulship. But that fear quickly vanished upon letters sent from Pompey, announcing that he had ended the war without a battle; for Brutus, either betraying his army, or being betrayed by their revolt, surrendered himself to Pompey, and receiving a guard of horse, was conducted to a little town upon the river Po; where he was slain the next day by Geminius, in execution of Pompey’s commands. And for this Pompey was much censured; for, having at the beginning of the revolt written to the senate that Brutus had voluntarily surrendered himself, immediately afterward he sent other letters, with matter of accusation against the man, after he was taken off. Brutus, who with Cassius slew Caesar, was son to this Brutus; neither in war nor in his death like his father, as appears at large in his life. Lepidus upon this being driven out of Italy, fled to Sardinia, where he fell sick and died of sorrow, not for his public misfortunes, as they say, but, upon the discovery of a letter, proving his wife to have been unfaithful to him.
Shortly after Sylla's death, his prophetic words came true; Lepidus claimed he would take over all of Sylla's power and authority, without any doubts or false pretenses. He quickly appeared in arms, rallying all the remnants of the old factions that had survived Sylla. Catulus, his colleague, who had the support of the more sensible parts of the Senate and the public, was highly respected among the Romans for his wisdom and fairness. However, his strengths were more suited for governing the city than for military campaigns, while the situation demanded Pompey's expertise. So, Pompey didn't hesitate about what to do and allied himself with the nobility, quickly being appointed general of the army against Lepidus, who had already sparked conflict in much of Italy and controlled Cisalpine Gaul with an army led by Brutus. Pompey easily defeated the rest of his forces during his advance, but Mutina in Gaul put up a formal siege, and he spent a long time camped there against Brutus. Meanwhile, Lepidus rushed toward Rome, surrounding it with a large group of supporters, instilling fear in those inside, and demanded a second consulship. However, that fear quickly faded when letters from Pompey announced that he had ended the war without a fight; Brutus, either betraying his own army or being betrayed by their revolt, surrendered to Pompey and was escorted to a small town on the river Po, where he was killed the next day by Geminius, following Pompey’s orders. Pompey faced much criticism for this; at first, he informed the Senate that Brutus had surrendered voluntarily, but then he sent more letters accusing Brutus after he was eliminated. Brutus, who had killed Caesar alongside Cassius, was the son of this Brutus; in war and in his death, he was unlike his father, as detailed in his biography. After this, Lepidus was driven out of Italy and fled to Sardinia, where he fell ill and died of grief, supposedly not because of his public failures, but due to the discovery of a letter revealing his wife's infidelity.
There yet remained Sertorius, a very different general from Lepidus, in possession of Spain, and making himself formidable to Rome; the final disease, as it were, in which the scattered evils of the civil wars had now collected. He had already cut off various inferior commanders, and was at this time coping with Metellus Pius, a man of repute and a good soldier, though perhaps he might now seem too slow, by reason of his age, to second and improve the happier moments of war, and might be sometimes wanting to those advantages which Sertorius by his quickness and dexterity would wrest out of his hands. For Sertorius was always hovering about, and coming upon him unawares, like a captain of thieves rather than soldiers, disturbing him perpetually with ambuscades and light skirmishes; whereas Metellus was accustomed to regular conduct, and fighting in battle array with full-armed soldiers. Pompey, therefore, keeping his army in readiness, made it his object to be sent in aid to Metellus; neither would he be induced to disband his forces, notwithstanding that Catulus called upon him to do so, but by some colorable device or other he still kept them in arms about the city, until the senate at last thought fit, upon the report of Lucius Philippus, to decree him that government. At that time, they say, one of the senators there expressing his wonder and demanding of Philippus whether his meaning was that Pompey should be sent into Spain as proconsul, “No,” replied Philippus, “but as proconsuls,” as if both consuls for that year were in his opinion wholly useless.
There was still Sertorius, a very different general from Lepidus, in control of Spain and posing a serious threat to Rome; the last major issue, so to speak, in which the scattered problems from the civil wars had now come together. He had already eliminated various lesser commanders and was currently facing Metellus Pius, a well-respected and capable soldier, although he might now appear a bit too slow due to his age to take advantage of the better opportunities in battle, and he sometimes lacked the advantages that Sertorius would seize because of his speed and skill. Sertorius was always lurking around and catching him off guard, acting more like a bandit leader than a military general, constantly disrupting him with ambushes and quick skirmishes; on the other hand, Metellus was used to organized tactics and fighting in structured formations with fully armed soldiers. Therefore, Pompey, keeping his army ready, aimed to be sent to assist Metellus; he was not persuaded to disband his forces, even though Catulus urged him to do so, but through some clever reasoning or another, he kept them ready around the city, until the senate finally decided, based on the report from Lucius Philippus, to give him that command. At that time, they say, one of the senators expressed his surprise and asked Philippus whether he meant that Pompey should be sent to Spain as proconsul, to which Philippus replied, “No,” but as proconsuls,” as if he believed both consuls for that year were entirely ineffective.
When Pompey was arrived in Spain, as is usual upon the fame of a new leader, men began to be inspired with new hopes, and those nations that had not entered into a very strict alliance with Sertorius, began to waver and revolt; whereupon Sertorius uttered various arrogant and scornful speeches against Pompey, saying in derision, that he should want no other weapon but a ferula and rod to chastise this boy with, if he were not afraid of that old woman, meaning Metellus. Yet in deed and reality he stood in awe of Pompey, and kept on his guard against him, as appeared by his whole management of the war, which he was observed to conduct much more warily than before; for Metellus, which one would not have imagined, was grown excessively luxurious in his habits having given himself over to self-indulgence and pleasure, and from a moderate and temperate, became suddenly a sumptuous and ostentatious liver, so that this very thing gained Pompey great reputation and goodwill, as he made himself somewhat specially an example of frugality, although that virtue was habitual in him, and required no great industry to exercise it, as he was naturally inclined to temperance, and no ways inordinate in his desires. The fortune of the war was very various; nothing however annoyed Pompey so much as the taking of the town of Lauron by Sertorius. For when Pompey thought he had him safe inclosed, and had boasted somewhat largely of raising the siege, he found himself all of a sudden encompassed; insomuch that he durst not move out of his camp, but was forced to sit still whilst the city was taken and burnt before his face. However, afterwards in a battle near Valentia, he gave great defeat to Herennius and Perpenna, two commanders among the refugees who had fled to Sertorius, and now lieutenants under him, in which he slew above ten thousand men.
When Pompey arrived in Spain, as often happens with the arrival of a new leader, people were filled with fresh hopes. The nations that hadn't formed a strong alliance with Sertorius started to hesitate and rebel. Sertorius responded with a number of arrogant and mocking statements about Pompey, saying jokingly that he would need nothing more than a stick to punish this boy, if he weren't afraid of that old woman, referring to Metellus. Despite his words, he actually respected Pompey and was cautious around him, which was evident in how he managed the war. He was observed to be much more careful than before; surprisingly, Metellus had become quite extravagant, indulging in self-indulgence and pleasure. Transitioning from being moderate and temperate, he had suddenly become lavish and showy, which worked to Pompey's advantage and earned him a good reputation, as he set himself apart with his frugality. This was a natural trait for him, requiring little effort since he was naturally inclined to moderation and had no excessive desires. The fortunes of the war fluctuated greatly; however, nothing frustrated Pompey more than Sertorius taking the town of Lauron. Just when Pompey thought he had Sertorius trapped and was boasting about lifting the siege, he suddenly found himself surrounded, unable to leave his camp while the city was captured and burned right in front of him. Nevertheless, later in a battle near Valentia, he dealt a significant defeat to Herennius and Perpenna, two leaders among the refugees who had joined Sertorius and were now his subordinates, killing over ten thousand men.
Pompey, being elated and filled with confidence by this victory, made all haste to engage Sertorius himself, and the rather lest Metellus should come in for a share in the honor of the victory. Late in the day, towards sunset, they joined battle near the river Sucro, both being in fear lest Metellus should come; Pompey, that he might engage alone, Sertorius, that he might have one alone to engage with. The issue of the battle proved doubtful, for a wing of each side had the better; but of the generals, Sertorius had the greater honor, for that he maintained his post, having put to flight the entire division that was opposed to him, whereas Pompey was himself almost made a prisoner; for being set upon by a strong man at arms that fought on foot, (he being on horseback,) as they were closely engaged hand to hand, the strokes of their swords chanced to light upon their hands, but with a different success; for Pompey’s was a slight wound only, whereas he cut off the other’s hand. However, it happened so, that many now falling upon Pompey together, and his own forces there being put to the rout, he made his escape beyond expectation, by quitting his horse, and turning him out among the enemy. For the horse being richly adorned with golden trappings, and having a caparison of great value, the soldiers quarreled among themselves for the booty, so that while they were fighting with one another, and dividing the spoil, Pompey made his escape. By break of day the next morning, each drew out his forces into the field to claim the victory; but Metellus coming up, Sertorius vanished, having broken up and dispersed his army. For this was the way in which he used to raise and disband his armies, so that sometimes he would be wandering up and down all alone, and at other times again he would come pouring into the field at the head of no less than one hundred and fifty thousand fighting-men, swelling of a sudden like a winter torrent.
Pompey was excited and full of confidence after his victory, and he rushed to confront Sertorius himself, especially to prevent Metellus from sharing in the glory. Late in the day, just before sunset, they faced each other in battle near the river Sucro, both worried that Metellus might arrive; Pompey wanted to fight alone, while Sertorius wanted a one-on-one combat. The outcome of the battle was uncertain, as each side had its strong points; however, Sertorius gained more honor because he held his ground, successfully routing the entire division opposing him, while Pompey nearly became a prisoner. During a close encounter with a strong soldier fighting on foot, Pompey, who was on horseback, found their swords clashing against their hands, but with different results: Pompey received only a minor wound, while he managed to cut off the other man's hand. Nevertheless, as many soldiers soon attacked Pompey and his own troops were routed, he managed to escape in an unexpected way by abandoning his horse and letting it loose among the enemy. The horse, decorated with gold trappings and valuable armor, caused a scuffle among the soldiers over the spoils, allowing Pompey to slip away. By dawn the next morning, each side gathered their forces to claim victory, but when Metellus arrived, Sertorius disappeared, having broken up and scattered his army. This was his strategy for raising and disbanding his forces; sometimes he would wander alone and at other times lead an army of up to one hundred and fifty thousand soldiers, suddenly appearing like a winter flood.
When Pompey was going after the battle to meet and welcome Metellus, and when they were near one another, he commanded his attendants to lower their rods in honor of Metellus, as his senior and superior. But Metellus on the other side forbade it, and behaved himself in general very obligingly to him, not claiming any prerogative either in respect of his consular rank or seniority; excepting only that when they encamped together, the watchword was given to the whole camp by Metellus. But generally they had their camps asunder, being divided and distracted by the enemy, who took all shapes, and being always in motion, would by some skillful artifice appear in a variety of places almost in the same instant, drawing them from one attack to another, and at last keeping them from foraging, wasting the country, and holding the dominion of the sea, Sertorius drove them both out of that part of Spain which was under his control, and forced them for want of necessaries to retreat into provinces that did not belong to them.
When Pompey was heading to meet and welcome Metellus after the battle, and they were close to each other, he instructed his attendants to lower their rods in honor of Metellus, recognizing him as his senior and superior. However, Metellus prevented this and was generally very courteous to Pompey, not asserting any special status due to his consular rank or seniority. The only exception was when they camped together; in that case, the watchword for the entire camp was given by Metellus. Typically, though, their camps were separate, as they were divided and distracted by the enemy, who took on various forms and was always on the move, cleverly appearing in different locations almost simultaneously, drawing them from one conflict to another. Ultimately, unable to forage and with the enemy ravaging the countryside and securing control of the sea, Sertorius drove them out of the part of Spain under his command and forced them to retreat to regions that didn’t belong to them.
Pompey, having made use of and expended the greatest part of his own private revenues upon the war, sent and demanded moneys of the senate, adding, that in case they did not furnish him speedily, he should be forced to return into Italy with his army. Lucullus being consul at that time, though at variance with Pompey, yet in consideration that he himself was a candidate for the command against Mithridates, procured and hastened these supplies, fearing lest there should be any presence or occasion given to Pompey of returning home, who of himself was no less desirous of leaving Sertorius, and of undertaking the war against Mithridates, as an enterprise which by all appearance would prove much more honorable and not so dangerous. In the meantime Sertorius died, being treacherously murdered by some of his own party; and Perpenna, the chief among them, took the command, and attempted to carry on the same enterprises with Sertorius, having indeed the same forces and the same means, only wanting the same skill and conduct in the use of them. Pompey therefore marched directly against, Perpenna, and finding him acting merely at random in his affairs, had a decoy ready for him, and sent out a detachment of ten cohorts into the level country with orders to range up and down and disperse themselves abroad. The bait took accordingly, and no sooner had Perpenna turned upon the prey and had them in chase, but Pompey appeared suddenly with all his army and joining battle, gave him a total overthrow. Most of his officers were slain in the field, and he himself being brought prisoner to Pompey, was by his order put to death. Neither was Pompey guilty in this of ingratitude or unmindfulness of what had occurred in Sicily, which some have laid to his charge, but was guided by a high minded policy and a deliberate counsel for the security of his country. For Perpenna, having in his custody all Sertorius’s papers, offered to produce several letters from the greatest men in Rome, who, desirous of a change and subversion of the government, had invited Sertorius into Italy. And Pompey, fearing that these might be the occasion of worse wars than those which were now ended, thought it advisable to put Perpenna to death, and burnt the letters without reading them.
Pompey, having used a large portion of his own funds for the war, demanded money from the senate, saying that if they didn’t provide it quickly, he would have to return to Italy with his army. Lucullus was consul at the time, and although he was at odds with Pompey, he rushed to secure these funds since he was a candidate for the command against Mithridates. He feared that if Pompey returned home, it would jeopardize his chances. Pompey himself was eager to leave Sertorius and take on the war against Mithridates, which seemed like a more honorable and less dangerous venture. Meanwhile, Sertorius was killed in a betrayal by members of his own group. Perpenna, the leader among them, took command and tried to continue Sertorius's efforts, having the same forces and resources but lacking the skill and strategy to use them properly. Therefore, Pompey advanced against Perpenna, and when he saw Perpenna acting haphazardly, he set a trap by sending out a detachment of ten cohorts into the flatlands to scatter and create chaos. The bait worked; as soon as Perpenna went after them, Pompey appeared with his entire army and engaged him in battle, completely defeating him. Most of Perpenna's officers were killed in the fight, and he was captured and executed on Pompey’s orders. Pompey was not guilty of ingratitude or forgetfulness regarding past events in Sicily, as some have accused him; instead, he was driven by a high-minded strategy to protect his country. Perpenna, who held all of Sertorius’s documents, had offered to share letters from prominent Romans who wanted to change the government and had invited Sertorius to Italy. Fearing these letters could incite worse conflicts than the ones that had just ended, Pompey deemed it necessary to execute Perpenna and burned the letters without reading them.
Pompey continued in Spain after this so long a time as was necessary for the suppression of all the greatest disorders in the province; and after moderating and allaying the more violent heats of affairs there, returned with his army into Italy, where he arrived, as chance would have it, in the height of the servile war. Accordingly, upon his arrival, Crassus, the commander in that war, at some hazard precipitated a battle, in which he had great success, and slew upon the place twelve thousand three hundred of the insurgents. Nor yet was he so quick, but that fortune reserved to Pompey some share of honor in the success of this war, for five thousand of those that had escaped out of the battle fell into his hands; and when he had totally cut them off, he wrote to the senate, that Crassus had overthrown the slaves in battle, but that he had plucked up the whole war by the roots. And it was agreeable to the people in Rome both thus to say, and thus to hear said, because of the general favor of Pompey. But of the Spanish war and the conquest of Sertorius, no one, even in jest, could have ascribed the honor to anyone else. Nevertheless, all this high respect for him, and this desire to see him come home, were not unmixed with apprehensions and suspicions that he might perhaps not disband his army, but take his way by the force of arms and a supreme command to the seat of Sylla. And so in the number of all those that ran out to meet him and congratulate his return, as many went out of fear as affection. But after Pompey had removed this alarm, by declaring beforehand that he would discharge the army after his triumph, those that envied him could now only complain that he affected popularity, courting the common people more than the nobility, and that whereas Sylla had abolished the tribuneship of the people, he designed to gratify the people by restoring that office, which was indeed the fact. For there was not any one thing that the people of Rome were more wildly eager for, or more passionately desired, than the restoration of that office, insomuch that Pompey thought himself extremely fortunate in this opportunity, despairing (if he were anticipated by someone else in this) of ever meeting with any other sufficient means of expressing his gratitude for the favors which he had received from the people.
Pompey stayed in Spain as long as necessary to fix the major issues in the province. After calming the more intense conflicts there, he returned to Italy, arriving right in the middle of the slave war. Upon his arrival, Crassus, the leader in that war, took a risk and launched a battle where he achieved significant success, killing around twelve thousand three hundred insurgents on the spot. However, fortune still had some honor in store for Pompey, as five thousand of those who escaped the battle were captured by him. After he completely eliminated them, he wrote to the senate stating that Crassus had defeated the slaves in battle, but he had rooted out the entire war. The people in Rome appreciated both the message and the delivery due to their general support for Pompey. Yet, no one could jokingly give credit for the Spanish war and the defeat of Sertorius to anyone else. Still, despite all this admiration and the desire to see him return, there were also fears and suspicions that he might not disband his army but instead march with military force and supreme command to take control like Sulla had. So, among all those who went out to greet him and celebrate his return, just as many came out of fear as out of affection. After Pompey eased these concerns by announcing that he would disband the army after his triumph, those who envied him could only complain that he was seeking popularity, appealing to the common people more than the nobility, and that while Sulla had abolished the position of tribune, Pompey intended to bring it back, which was indeed true. The people of Rome were more eager and passionate about restoring that position than anything else, and Pompey felt extremely lucky to have this opportunity, worried that if someone else beat him to it, he might never find another way to show his gratitude for the favors he had received from the people.
Though a second triumph was decreed him, and he was declared consul, yet all these honors did not seem so great an evidence of his power and glory, as the ascendant which he had over Crassus; for he, the wealthiest among all the statesmen of his time, and the most eloquent and greatest too, who had looked down on Pompey himself, and on all others as beneath him, durst not appear a candidate for the consulship before he had applied to Pompey. The request was made accordingly, and was eagerly embraced by Pompey, who had long sought an occasion to oblige him in some friendly office; so that he solicited for Crassus, and entreated the people heartily, declaring, that their favor would be no less to him in choosing Crassus his colleague, than in making himself consul. Yet for all this, when they were created consuls, they were always at variance, and opposing one another. Crassus prevailed most in the senate, and Pompey’s power was no less with the people, he having restored to them the office of tribune, and having allowed the courts of judicature to be transferred back to the knights by a new law. He himself in person, too, afforded them a most grateful spectacle, when he appeared and craved his discharge from the military service. For it is an ancient custom among the Romans, that the knights, when they had served out their legal time in the wars, should lead their horses into the market-place before the two officers, called censors, and having given an account of the commanders and generals under whom they served, as also of the places and actions of their service, should be discharged, every man with honor or disgrace, according to his deserts. There were then sitting in state upon the bench two censors, Gellius and Lentulus, inspecting the knights, who were passing by in muster before them, when Pompey was seen coming down into the forum, with all the ensigns of a consul, but leading his horse in his hand. When he came up, he bade his lictors make way for him, and so he led his horse to the bench; the people being all this while in a sort of amaze, and all in silence, and the censors themselves regarding the sight with a mixture of respect and gratification. Then the senior censor examined him: “Pompeius Magnus, I demand of you whether you have served the full time in the wars that is prescribed by the law?” “Yes,” replied Pompey with a loud voice, “I have served all, and all under myself as general.” The people hearing this gave a great shout, and made such an outcry for delight, that there was no appeasing it; and the censors rising from their judgment-seat, accompanied him home to gratify the multitude, who followed after, clapping their hands and shouting.
Though a second victory was granted to him, and he was named consul, all these honors didn’t seem as impressive a demonstration of his power and glory as the influence he held over Crassus. Crassus, the richest politician of his time, and the most eloquent and influential as well, who had looked down on Pompey and everyone else as inferior, was too intimidated to run for consul before he asked Pompey for help. The request was made, and Pompey eagerly accepted, having long wanted a chance to assist him. He then campaigned for Crassus and earnestly urged the people, declaring that their support for choosing Crassus as his colleague would mean just as much to him as being named consul himself. Despite all this, once they became consuls, they were always at odds with each other. Crassus had the upper hand in the Senate, while Pompey remained powerful among the people, having restored the office of tribune and allowed the courts to revert back to the knights through new legislation. He himself provided a highly appreciated spectacle when he appeared to request his discharge from military service. Among the Romans, it's an age-old practice for knights who have completed their service to lead their horses into the market square before two officials known as censors. They must account for the commanders and generals they served under, as well as the places and actions they participated in, and should be discharged with either honor or disgrace based on their merits. At that time, two censors, Gellius and Lentulus, were seated, overseeing the knights as they passed by. Pompey was seen approaching the forum in all the symbols of a consul, but leading his horse by the reins. When he reached them, he instructed his attendants to clear a path, leading his horse to the bench. The crowd, mesmerized and silent, watched as the censors regarded this sight with a mix of respect and pleasure. Then the senior censor asked him: “Pompeius Magnus, have you served the full time in the wars as required by law?” Pompey replied loudly, “Yes, I have completed my service, all while serving as my own general.” The crowd erupted in cheers, making such a noise from joy that it couldn't be calmed; the censors rose from their seats and accompanied him home to satisfy the crowd that followed, applauding and shouting.
Pompey’s consulship was now expiring, and yet his difference with Crassus increasing, when one Caius Aurelius, a knight, a man who had declined public business all his lifetime, mounted the hustings, and addressed himself in an oration to the assembly, declaring that Jupiter had appeared to him in a dream, commanding him to tell the consuls, that they should not give up office until they were friends. After this was said, Pompey stood silent, but Crassus took him by the hand, and spoke in this manner: “I do not think, fellow-citizens, that I shall do anything mean or dishonorable, in yielding first to Pompey, whom you were pleased to ennoble with the title of Great, when as yet he scarce had a hair on his face; and granted the honor of two triumphs, before he had a place in the senate.” Hereupon they were reconciled and laid down their office. Crassus resumed the manner of life which he had always pursued before; but Pompey in the great generality of causes for judgment declined appearing on either side, and by degrees withdrew himself totally from the forum, showing himself but seldom in public; and whenever he did, it was with a great train after him. Neither was it easy to meet or visit him without a crowd of people about him; he was most pleased to make his appearance before large numbers at once, as though he wished to maintain in this way his state and majesty, and as if he held himself bound to preserve his dignity from contact with the addresses and conversation of common people. And life in the robe of peace is only too apt to lower the reputation of men that have grown great by arms, who naturally find difficulty in adapting themselves to the habits of civil equality. They expect to be treated as the first in the city, even as they were in the camp; and on the other hand, men who in war were nobody, think it intolerable if in the city at any rate they are not to take the lead. And so, when a warrior renowned for victories and triumphs shall turn advocate and appear among them in the forum, they endeavor their utmost to obscure and depress him; whereas, if he gives up any pretensions here and retires, they will maintain his military honor and authority beyond the reach of envy. Events themselves not long after showed the truth of this.
Pompey’s term as consul was coming to an end, and his disagreements with Crassus were growing, when a knight named Caius Aurelius, who had avoided public affairs his whole life, stepped up to the platform and addressed the crowd. He claimed that Jupiter had appeared to him in a dream, instructing him to tell the consuls not to leave office until they were friends. After he said this, Pompey stayed quiet, but Crassus took his hand and said: “I don’t believe, fellow citizens, that I’m doing anything shameful or dishonorable by being the first to yield to Pompey, whom you honored with the title of Great, even when he hardly had any facial hair; and you granted him the honor of two triumphs before he even had a place in the senate.” With that, they made peace and stepped down from their positions. Crassus returned to his previous way of life, but Pompey, in most matters, chose not to take sides and gradually withdrew from public life, rarely showing himself in public; and when he did, he was always followed by a large entourage. It was hard to meet or visit him without a crowd around him; he preferred to appear before large groups, as if he wanted to maintain his status and dignity by avoiding interactions with ordinary people. Living a peaceful life often tends to diminish the reputation of those who have gained their stature through military success, as they struggle to adjust to the norms of civil equality. They expect to be treated as the top figures in the city, just as they were in the military, while those who were nobody during wartime find it unacceptable if they aren’t in charge when in the city. Therefore, when a celebrated warrior turns into a lawyer and appears among them in the forum, they make every effort to overshadow and undermine him; however, if he renounces any ambitions here and steps back, they will uphold his military honor and status beyond the reach of jealousy. Later events would prove the truth in this.
The power of the pirates first commenced in Cilicia, having in truth but a precarious and obscure beginning, but gained life and boldness afterwards in the wars of Mithridates, where they hired themselves out, and took employment in the king’s service. Afterwards, whilst the Romans were embroiled in their civil wars, being engaged against one another even before the very gates of Rome, the seas lay waste and unguarded, and by degrees enticed and drew them on not only to seize upon and spoil the merchants and ships upon the seas, but also to lay waste the islands and seaport towns. So that now there embarked with these pirates men of wealth and noble birth and superior abilities, as if it had been a natural occupation to gain distinction in. They had divers arsenals, or piratic harbors, as likewise watch towers and beacons, all along the sea-coast; and fleets were here received that were well manned with the finest mariners, and well served with the expertest pilots, and composed of swift sailing and light-built vessels adapted for their special purpose. Nor was it merely their being thus formidable that excited indignation; they were even more odious for their ostentation than they were feared for their force. Their ships had gilded masts at their stems; the sails woven of purple, and the oars plated with silver, as if their delight were to glory in their iniquity. There was nothing but music and dancing, banqueting and revels, all along the shore. Officers in command were taken prisoners, and cities put under contribution, to the reproach and dishonor of the Roman supremacy. There were of these corsairs above one thousand sail, and they had taken no less than four hundred cities, committing sacrilege upon the temples of the gods, and enriching themselves with the spoils of many never violated before, such as were those of Claros, Didyma, and Samothrace; and the temple of the Earth in Hermione, and that of Aesculapius in Epidaurus, those of Neptune at the Isthmus, at Taenarus, and at Calauria; those of Apollo at Actium and Leucas, and those of Juno, in Samos, at Argos, and at Lacinium. They themselves offered strange sacrifices upon Mount Olympus, and performed certain secret rites or religious mysteries, among which those of Mithras have been preserved to our own time, having received their previous institution from them. But besides these insolencies by sea, they were also injurious to the Romans by land; for they would often go inland up the roads, plundering and destroying their villages and country-houses. And once they seized upon two Roman praetors, Sextilius and Bellinus, in their purple-edged robes, and carried them off together with their officers and lictors. The daughter also of Antonius, a man that had had the honor of a triumph, taking a journey into the country, was seized, and redeemed upon payment of a large ransom. But it was most abusive of all, that when any of the captives declared himself to be a Roman and told his name, they affected to be surprised, and feigning fear, smote their thighs and fell down at his feet, humbly beseeching him to be gracious and forgive them. The captive seeing them so humble and suppliant, believed them to be in earnest; and some of them now would proceed to put Roman shoes on his feet, and to dress him in a Roman gown, to prevent, they said, his being mistaken another time. After all this pageantry, when they had thus deluded and mocked him long enough, at last putting out a ship’s ladder, when they were in the midst of the sea, they told him he was free to go, and wished him a pleasant journey; and if he resisted, they themselves threw him overboard, and drowned him.
The power of the pirates first started in Cilicia, with a truly uncertain and obscure beginning, but later grew stronger during the wars of Mithridates, where they hired themselves out and took jobs in the king’s service. Then, while the Romans were caught up in their civil wars, attacking each other right outside Rome, the seas were left unguarded and gradually tempted them to not just seize and plunder merchant ships but also to ravage the islands and coastal towns. As a result, wealthy and noble individuals with exceptional skills began to join these pirates, as if piracy was a legitimate path to distinction. They had several bases or pirate ports, as well as watchtowers and beacons all along the coastline; they welcomed well-manned fleets with the best sailors and skilled pilots, using fast, lightweight vessels suited to their needs. Their formidable presence didn’t just provoke anger; they were even more detestable for their showiness than they were feared for their power. Their ships boasted gilded masts, sails woven from purple fabric, and silver-plated oars, as if they took pleasure in flaunting their wrongdoing. The shore was filled with music, dancing, feasting, and celebrations. Officers were taken prisoner, and cities were extorted, bringing shame and dishonor to Roman authority. There were over a thousand pirate ships, and they captured no less than four hundred cities, desecrating temples and enriching themselves with spoils from sacred sites that had never been violated before, including those of Claros, Didyma, and Samothrace; the temple of the Earth in Hermione; and that of Aesculapius in Epidaurus; as well as those of Neptune at the Isthmus, Taenarus, and Calauria; Apollo at Actium and Leucas; and Juno in Samos, Argos, and Lacinium. They even made strange sacrifices on Mount Olympus and carried out secret rituals or religious mysteries, including those of Mithras, which have been passed down to our time, originally established by them. Beyond their maritime insolence, they also harmed the Romans on land, frequently plundering and destroying villages and country homes. At one point, they captured two Roman praetors, Sextilius and Bellinus, in their purple-bordered robes, taking them along with their officers and attendants. Also, the daughter of Antonius, a man who had triumphed, was seized while traveling into the countryside and was later freed after a hefty ransom was paid. Most outrageously, whenever any captive claimed to be Roman and gave his name, the pirates pretended to be shocked and feigned fear, hitting their thighs and falling at his feet, humbly asking for mercy and forgiveness. Seeing their humility, the captive believed them to be sincere; some even went so far as to put Roman shoes on his feet and dress him in a Roman gown, claiming it would prevent future misunderstandings. After this display, when they had sufficiently mocked him, they finally lowered a ship’s ladder while out in the sea, telling him he was free to go and wishing him a pleasant journey; and if he resisted, they themselves threw him overboard to drown him.
This piratic power having got the dominion and control of all the Mediterranean, there was left no place for navigation or commerce. And this it was which most of all made the Romans, finding themselves to be extremely straitened in their markets, and considering that if it should continue, there would be a dearth and famine in the land, determine at last to send out Pompey to recover the seas from the pirates. Gabinius, one of Pompey’s friends, preferred a law, whereby there was granted to him, not only the government of the seas as admiral, but in direct words, sole and irresponsible sovereignty over all men. For the decree gave him absolute power and authority in all the seas within the pillars of Hercules, and in the adjacent mainland for the space of four hundred furlongs from the sea. Now there were but few regions in the Roman empire out of that compass; and the greatest of the nations and most powerful of the kings were included in the limit. Moreover by this decree he had a power of selecting fifteen lieutenants out of the senate, and of assigning to each his province in charge; then he might take likewise out of the treasury and out of the hands of the revenue-farmers what moneys he pleased; as also two hundred sail of ships, with a power to press and levy what soldiers and seamen he thought fit. When this law was read, the common people approved of it exceedingly, but the chief men and most important among the senators looked upon it as an exorbitant power, even beyond the reach of envy, but well deserving their fears. Therefore concluding with themselves that such unlimited authority was dangerous, they agreed unanimously to oppose the bill, and all went against it, except Caesar, who gave his vote for the law, not to gratify Pompey, but the people, whose favor he had courted underhand from the beginning, and hoped to compass for himself. The rest inveighed bitterly against Pompey, insomuch that one of the consuls told him, that if he was ambitious of the place of Romulus, he would scarce avoid his end, but he was in danger of being torn in pieces by the multitude for his speech. Yet when Catulus stood up to speak against the law, the people in reverence to him were silent and attentive. And when, after saying much in the most honorable terms in favor of Pompey, he proceeded to advise the people in kindness to spare him, and not to expose a man of his value to such a succession of dangers and wars, “For,” said he, “where could you find another Pompey, or whom would you have in case you should chance to lose him?” they all cried out with one voice, “Yourself.” And so Catulus, finding all his rhetoric ineffectual, desisted. Then Roscius attempted to speak, but could obtain no hearing, and made signs with his fingers, intimating, “Not him alone,” but that there might be a second Pompey or colleague in authority with him. Upon this, it is said, the multitude being extremely incensed, made such a loud outcry, that a crow flying over the market-place at that instant was struck, and drops down among the crowd; whence it would appear that the cause of birds falling down to the ground, is not any rupture or division of the air causing a vacuum, but purely the actual stroke of the voice, which when carried up in a great mass and with violence, raises a sort of tempest and billow, as it were, in the air.
This pirate power took control of the entire Mediterranean, leaving no room for navigation or trade. This situation caused great concern for the Romans, as they found their markets severely restricted and realized that if it continued, there would be a shortage and famine in the land. They ultimately decided to send out Pompey to reclaim the seas from the pirates. Gabinius, a friend of Pompey, proposed a law that granted him not only the position of admiral but also sole and unchecked authority over everyone. The decree gave him total power in all the seas within the Pillars of Hercules, and on the nearby mainland up to four hundred furlongs from the sea. Very few areas in the Roman Empire fell outside this range, and many of the greatest nations and most powerful kings were included. Additionally, this decree allowed him to choose fifteen lieutenants from the Senate and assign each one a province; he could also draw as much money as he wanted from the treasury and the tax collectors, as well as take two hundred ships, with the right to recruit soldiers and sailors as he saw fit. When this law was read, the common people greatly approved of it, but the leading senators viewed it as excessive power that was not only enviable but also terrifying. They concluded that such unrestricted authority was dangerous, and they all unanimously opposed the bill, except for Caesar, who supported it, not to please Pompey, but to win over the people, whose favor he had secretly sought from the start and hoped to achieve for himself. The others harshly criticized Pompey, to the point where one of the consuls warned him that if he sought the position of Romulus, he would likely meet a tragic end, as he was in danger of being torn apart by the crowd for his speech. Yet when Catulus stood up to speak against the law, the people fell silent and listened closely out of respect for him. After praising Pompey in the highest terms, he advised the people to spare him and not expose such a valuable man to a series of dangers and wars. “For,” he said, “where could you find another Pompey, or who would you prefer if you happen to lose him?” The crowd shouted in unison, “You!” Frustrated by the lack of support, Catulus gave up. Roscius then tried to speak but couldn’t get a word in and gestured with his fingers, suggesting that there could be a second Pompey or a colleague in power with him. This enraged the crowd even more, leading to such a loud uproar that a crow flying over the marketplace at that moment was struck and fell among them; thus, it appears that when birds fall to the ground, it’s not due to a rupture or vacuum in the air, but rather the powerful impact of the collective voice, which creates a kind of tempest and wave in the air.
The assembly broke up for that day; and when the day was come, on which the bill was to pass by suffrage into a decree, Pompey went privately into the country; but hearing that it was passed and confirmed, he resumed again into the city by night, to avoid the envy that might be occasioned by the concourse of people that would meet and congratulate him. The next morning he came abroad and sacrificed to the gods, and having audience at an open assembly, so handled the matter that they enlarged his power, giving him many things besides what was already granted, and almost doubling the preparation appointed in the former decree. Five hundred ships were manned for him, and an army raised of one hundred and twenty thousand foot, and five thousand horse. Twenty-four senators that had been generals of armies were appointed to serve as lieutenants under him, and to these were added two quaestors. Now it happened within this time that the prices of provisions were much reduced, which gave an occasion to the joyful people of saying, that the very name of Pompey had ended the war. However, Pompey in pursuance of his charge divided all the seas, and the whole Mediterranean into thirteen parts, allotting a squadron to each, under the command of his officers; and having thus dispersed his power into all quarters, and encompassed the pirates everywhere, they began to fall into his hands by whole shoals, which he seized and brought into his harbors. As for those that withdrew themselves betimes, or otherwise escaped his general chase, they all made to Cilicia, where they hid themselves as in their hive; against whom Pompey now proceeded in person with sixty of his best ships, not however until he had first scoured and cleared all the seas near Rome, the Tyrrhenian, and the African, and all the waters of Sardinia, Corsica, and Sicily; all which he performed in the space of forty days, by his own indefatigable industry and the zeal of his lieutenants.
The assembly wrapped up for the day, and when the time came for the bill to be passed and turned into a decree, Pompey quietly went out to the countryside. But after hearing that it had been approved and confirmed, he returned to the city at night to avoid the crowds that would gather to congratulate him. The next morning, he went out and made sacrifices to the gods, and while addressing a public assembly, he managed to increase his authority, receiving a lot more than what had already been granted, almost doubling the provisions specified in the previous decree. Five hundred ships were outfitted for him, and an army was raised consisting of one hundred twenty thousand infantry and five thousand cavalry. Twenty-four senators who had previously served as army generals were assigned to work as his lieutenants, along with two quaestors. During this time, the prices of goods significantly dropped, leading the cheerful citizens to say that Pompey’s name alone had ended the war. Nevertheless, Pompey, following his orders, divided the seas, particularly the entire Mediterranean, into thirteen parts, assigning a squadron to each under the command of his officers. With his power spread out across all areas, he surrounded the pirates, who began to surrender in large numbers, and he captured them and brought them to his harbors. Those who managed to escape or hide made their way to Cilicia, where they concealed themselves like bees in a hive. Pompey then took action in person with sixty of his best ships, but only after he had thoroughly patrolled and cleared all the seas near Rome, including the Tyrrhenian Sea, the African coast, and the waters around Sardinia, Corsica, and Sicily; all of this he accomplished in just forty days, thanks to his relentless effort and the dedication of his lieutenants.
Pompey met with some interruption in Rome, through the malice and envy of Piso, the consul, who had given some check to his proceedings, by withholding his stores and discharging his seamen; whereupon he sent his fleet round to Brundusium, himself going the nearest way by land through Tuscany to Rome; which was no sooner known by the people, than they all flocked out to meet him upon the way, as if they had not sent him out but few days before. What chiefly excited their joy, was the unexpectedly rapid change in the markets, which abounded now with the greatest plenty, so that Piso was in great danger to have been deprived of his consulship, Gabinius having a law ready prepared for that purpose; but Pompey forbade it, behaving himself as in that, so in all things else, with great moderation, and when he had made sure of all that he wanted or desired, he departed for Brundusium, whence he set sail in pursuit of the pirates. And though he was straitened in time, and his hasty voyage forced him to sail by several cities without touching, yet he would not pass by the city of Athens unsaluted; but landing there, after he had sacrificed to the gods, and made an address to the people, as he was returning out of the city, he read at the gates two epigrams, each in a single line, written in his own praise; one within the gate: —
Pompey faced some setbacks in Rome due to the spite and jealousy of Piso, the consul, who had hindered his efforts by withholding supplies and sending his sailors away. In response, Pompey sent his fleet around to Brundusium while he traveled overland through Tuscany to Rome. As soon as the people learned of his arrival, they rushed out to greet him, as if he hadn’t just been sent away a few days earlier. Their excitement was mainly driven by the unexpectedly quick turnaround in the markets, which were now overflowing with supplies. This put Piso in jeopardy of losing his consulship, especially since Gabinius had a law prepared to that effect. However, Pompey prevented that from happening, showing great restraint in all matters. After securing everything he needed, he left for Brundusium, from where he set sail to chase down the pirates. Even though he was pressed for time and had to sail past several cities without stopping, he made it a point to pay respects to Athens. After landing there, he sacrificed to the gods and spoke to the people; as he was leaving the city, he read two short poems he had written in his honor at the gates—one inside the gate: —
Thy humbler thoughts make thee a god the more;
Your humble thoughts make you even more like a god;
the other without: —
the other without: —
Adieu we bid, who welcome bade before.
Farewell we say, who welcomed us before.
Now because Pompey had shown himself merciful to some of these pirates that were yet roving in bodies about the seas, having upon their supplication ordered a seizure of their ships and persons only, without any further process or severity, therefore the rest of their comrades in hopes of mercy too, made their escape from his other commanders, and surrendered themselves with their wives and children into his protection. He continued to pardon all that came in, and the rather because by them he might make discovery of those who fled from his justice, as conscious that their crimes were beyond an act of indemnity. The most numerous and important part of these conveyed their families and treasures, with all their people that were unfit for war, into castles and strong forts about Mount Taurus; but they themselves having well manned their galleys, embarked for Coracesium in Cilicia, where they received Pompey and gave him battle. Here they had a final overthrow, and retired to the land, where they were besieged. At last, having dispatched their heralds to him with a submission, they delivered up to his mercy themselves, their towns, islands, and strong-holds, all which they had so fortified that they were almost impregnable, and scarcely even accessible.
Now, because Pompey had shown mercy to some of the pirates still roaming the seas, having ordered the seizure of their ships and themselves based on their pleas, without any further punishment, the rest of their comrades, hoping for mercy as well, escaped from his other commanders and surrendered themselves along with their wives and children for his protection. He continued to pardon all who came to him, especially since they could help him identify those who were evading his justice, knowing their crimes were too serious for forgiveness. The most numerous and significant group transported their families and treasures, along with all non-combatants, into castles and strongholds around Mount Taurus; but they themselves, having well-staffed their galleys, set sail for Coracesium in Cilicia, where they engaged Pompey in battle. Here, they faced a final defeat and retreated to land, where they were besieged. Eventually, after sending messengers to him with an offer of submission, they surrendered themselves, their towns, islands, and strongholds to his mercy, all of which they had fortified to the point of being nearly impregnable and hardly accessible.
Thus was this war ended, and the whole power of the pirates at sea dissolved everywhere in the space of three months, wherein, besides a great number of other vessels, he took ninety men-of-war with brazen beaks; and likewise prisoners of war to the number of no less than twenty thousand.
Thus was this war ended, and the entire power of the pirates at sea was dismantled within three months, during which, in addition to a large number of other ships, he captured ninety warships with iron prows; and also took prisoner no less than twenty thousand soldiers.
As regarded the disposal of these prisoners, he never so much as entertained the thought of putting them to death; and yet it might be no less dangerous on the other hand to disperse them, as they might reunite and make head again, being numerous, poor, and warlike. Therefore wisely weighing with himself, that man by nature is not a wild or unsocial creature, neither was he born so, but makes himself what he naturally is not, by vicious habit; and that again on the other side, he is civilized and grows gentle by a change of place, occupation, and manner of life, as beasts themselves that are wild by nature, become tame and tractable by housing and gentler usage, upon this consideration he determined to translate these pirates from sea to land, and give them a taste of an honest and innocent course of life, by living in towns, and tilling the ground. Some therefore were admitted into the small and half-peopled towns of the Cilicians, who for an enlargement of their territories, were willing to receive them. Others he planted in the city of the Solians, which had been lately laid waste by Tigranes, king of Armenia, and which he now restored. But the largest number were settled in Dyme, the town of Achaea, at that time extremely depopulated, and possessing an abundance of good land.
As for what to do with these prisoners, he never even considered executing them; yet, it could also be quite risky to scatter them, as they might regroup and rise up again, being numerous, impoverished, and fierce. So, he thoughtfully realized that humans are not naturally wild or antisocial, but rather become that way through bad habits; and conversely, they can become civilized and gentler through changes in their environment, work, and lifestyle—much like wild animals that become tame and manageable through better housing and care. Considering this, he decided to move these pirates from the sea to the land, giving them a chance to experience a decent and honest life by settling in towns and farming the land. Some were taken into the small, sparsely populated towns of Cilicia, which were eager to expand their territories by accepting them. Others were settled in the city of the Solians, which had recently been destroyed by Tigranes, the king of Armenia, and which he was now rebuilding. But the largest group was placed in Dyme, a town in Achaea that was very depopulated at that time and had plenty of fertile land.
However, these proceedings could not escape the envy and censure of his enemies; and the course he took against Metellus in Crete was disapproved of even by the chiefest of his friends. For Metellus, a relation of Pompey’s former colleague in Spain, had been sent praetor into Crete, before this province of the seas was assigned to Pompey. Now Crete was the second source of pirates next to Cilicia, and Metellus having shut up a number of them in their strong-holds there, was engaged in reducing and extirpating them. Those that were yet remaining and besieged sent their supplications to Pompey, and invited him into the island as a part of his province, alleging it to fall, every part of it, within the distance from the sea specified in his commission, and so within the precincts of his charge. Pompey receiving the submission, sent letters to Metellus, commanding him to leave off the war; and others in like manner to the cities, in which he charged them not to yield any obedience to the commands of Metellus. And after these, he sent Lucius Octavius, one of his lieutenants, to act as general, who entering the besieged fortifications, and fighting in defense of the pirates, rendered Pompey not odious only, but even ridiculous too; that he should lend his name as a guard to a nest of thieves, that knew neither god nor law, and make his reputation serve as a sanctuary to them, only out of pure envy and emulation to Metellus. For neither was Achilles thought to act the part of a man, but rather of a mere boy, mad after glory, when by signs he forbade the rest of the Greeks to strike at Hector: —
However, these events couldn’t escape the jealousy and criticism of his enemies, and even his closest friends disapproved of the way he acted against Metellus in Crete. Metellus, a relative of Pompey’s former colleague in Spain, had been sent as praetor to Crete before this sea province was assigned to Pompey. Crete was the second biggest source of pirates next to Cilicia, and Metellus had managed to trap several of them in their strongholds, working to eliminate them. The remaining pirates, who were under siege, appealed to Pompey and invited him to the island as part of his province, claiming that every part of it fell within the distance from the sea specified in his commission, thus under his jurisdiction. Pompey accepted their submission, sent letters to Metellus ordering him to cease the war, and sent similar letters to the cities instructing them not to comply with Metellus’s orders. Following this, he sent Lucius Octavius, one of his lieutenants, to act as commander. Octavius entered the besieged fortifications and fought in defense of the pirates, making Pompey not only hated but also ridiculous for lending his name to protect a group of thieves who acknowledged neither god nor law, merely out of envy and rivalry with Metellus. For it was said that Achilles did not act like a man, but rather like a boy obsessed with glory when he forbade the other Greeks from fighting Hector: —
“for fear
Some other hand should give the blow, and he
Lose the first honor of the victory.”
“for fear
Some other hand might deliver the blow, and he
Lose the first honor of the victory.”
Whereas Pompey even sought to preserve the common enemies of the world, only that he might deprive a Roman praetor, after all his labors, of the honor of a triumph. Metellus however was not daunted, but prosecuted the war against the pirates, expelled them from their strongholds and punished them; and dismissed Octavius with the insults and reproaches of the whole camp.
Whereas Pompey even tried to protect the common enemies of the world, just to deny a Roman praetor, after all his hard work, the honor of a triumph. However, Metellus wasn't discouraged, but continued the fight against the pirates, drove them out of their strongholds, and punished them; and sent Octavius away with the insults and complaints of the entire camp.
When the news came to Rome that the war with the pirates was at an end, and that Pompey was unoccupied, diverting himself in visits to the cities for want of employment, one Manlius, a tribune of the people, preferred a law that Pompey should have all the forces of Lucullus, and the provinces under his government, together with Bithynia, which was under the command of Glabrio; and that he should forthwith conduct the war against the two kings, Mithridates and Tigranes, retaining still the same naval forces and the sovereignty of the seas as before. But this was nothing less than to constitute one absolute monarch of all the Roman empire. For the provinces which seemed to be exempt from his commission by the former decree, such as were Phrygia, Lycaonia, Galatia, Cappadocia, Cilicia, the upper Colchis, and Armenia, were all added in by this latter law, together with all the troops and forces with which Lucullus had defeated Mithridates and Tigranes. And though Lucullus was thus simply robbed of the glory of his achievements in having a successor assigned him, rather to the honor of his triumph, than the danger of the war; yet this was of less moment in the eyes of the aristocratical party, though they could not but admit the injustice and ingratitude to Lucullus. But their great grievance was, that the power of Pompey should be converted into a manifest tyranny; and they therefore exhorted and encouraged one another privately to bend all their forces in opposition to this law, and not tamely to cast away their liberty; yet when the day came on which it was to pass into a decree, their hearts failed them for fear of the people, and all were silent except Catulus, who boldly inveighed against the law and its proposer, and when he found that he could do nothing with the people, turned to the senate, crying out and bidding them seek out some mountain as their forefathers had done, and fly to the rocks where they might preserve their liberty. The law passed into a decree, as it is said, by the suffrages of all the tribes. And Pompey in his absence was made lord of almost all that power, which Sylla only obtained by force of arms, after a conquest of the very city itself. When Pompey had advice by letters of the decree, it is said that in the presence of his friends, who came to give him joy of his honor, he seemed displeased, frowning and smiting his thigh, and exclaimed as one overburdened, and weary of government, “Alas, what a series of labors upon labors! If I am never to end my service as a soldier, nor to escape from this invidious greatness, and live at home in the country with my wife, I had better have been an unknown man.” But all this was looked upon as mere trifling, neither indeed could the best of his friends call it anything else, well knowing that his enmity with Lucullus, setting a flame just now to his natural passion for glory and empire, made him feel more than usually gratified.
When news reached Rome that the war with the pirates was over and that Pompey was free, spending his time visiting cities due to lack of work, a tribune named Manlius proposed a law that would give Pompey all the forces of Lucullus, the provinces he governed, and Bithynia, which was under Glabrio's command. He would then immediately lead the war against the two kings, Mithridates and Tigranes, while still retaining the same naval forces and control of the seas as before. However, this effectively created a single absolute ruler over the entire Roman empire. The provinces that seemed to be excluded from his command by the previous decree, like Phrygia, Lycaonia, Galatia, Cappadocia, Cilicia, upper Colchis, and Armenia, were now included in this new law, along with all the troops and forces with which Lucullus had defeated Mithridates and Tigranes. Although Lucullus was stripped of the glory of his achievements by having a successor appointed, which undermined his triumph more than the actual threat of war, this mattered less to the aristocratic faction, even though they acknowledged the injustice and ingratitude toward Lucullus. Their main concern was that Pompey's power would turn into blatant tyranny; thus, they encouraged each other to unite against this law and to defend their freedom. Yet when the day came for the law to be voted on, they were paralyzed by fear of the people, and only Catulus spoke up, boldly criticizing the law and its sponsor. When he realized he couldn’t sway the crowd, he turned to the Senate, shouting for them to find some mountain, like their ancestors did, and flee to the rocks to preserve their liberty. The law was passed as it’s said, with votes from all the tribes. And Pompey, while absent, was granted nearly all the power that Sulla had only acquired through military force after conquering the city itself. When Pompey received letters about the decree, he reportedly showed displeasure in front of his friends who congratulated him on his honor, frowning and hitting his thigh, exclaiming as someone burdened and tired of governance, “Oh, what a cycle of tasks upon tasks! If I am never to finish my duty as a soldier, nor escape from this unwanted greatness and live peacefully at home with my wife, I would have been better off as an unknown man.” But everyone saw this as mere theatrics; even his closest friends couldn’t view it differently, well aware that his rivalry with Lucullus, now igniting his natural desire for glory and power, made him feel unusually pleased.
As indeed appeared not long afterwards by his actions, which clearly unmasked him; for in the first place, he sent out his proclamations into all quarters, commanding the soldiers to join him, and summoned all the tributary kings and princes within his charge; and in short, as soon as he had entered upon his province, he left nothing unaltered that had been done and established by Lucullus. To some he remitted their penalties, and deprived others of their rewards, and acted in all respects as if with the express design that the admirers of Lucullus might know that all his authority was at an end. Lucullus expostulated by friends, and it was thought fitting that there should be a meeting betwixt them; and accordingly they met in the country of Galatia. As they were both great and successful generals, their officers bore their rods before them all wreathed with branches of laurel; Lucullus came through a country full of green trees and shady woods, but Pompey’s march was through a cold and barren district. Therefore the lictors of Lucullus, perceiving that Pompey’s laurels were withered and dry, helped him to some of their own, and adorned and crowned his rods with fresh laurels. This was thought ominous, and looked as if Pompey came to take away the reward and honor of Lucullus’s victories. Lucullus had the priority in the order of consulships, and also in age; but Pompey’s two triumphs made him the greater man. Their first addresses in this interview were dignified and friendly, each magnifying the other’s actions, and offering congratulations upon his success. But when they came to the matter of their conference or treaty, they could agree on no fair or equitable terms of any kind, but even came to harsh words against each other, Pompey upbraiding Lucullus with avarice, and Lucullus retorting ambition upon Pompey, so that their friends could hardly part them. Lucullus, remaining in Galatia, made a distribution of the lands within his conquests, and gave presents to whom he pleased; and Pompey encamping not far distant from him, sent out his prohibitions, forbidding the execution of any of the orders of Lucullus, and commanded away all his soldiers, except sixteen hundred, whom he thought likely to be unserviceable to himself, being disorderly and mutinous, and whom he knew to be hostile to Lucullus; and to these acts he added satirical speeches, detracting openly from the glory of his actions, and giving out, that the battles of Lucullus had been but with the mere stage-shows and idle pictures of royal pomp, whereas the real war against a genuine army, disciplined by defeat, was reserved to him, Mithridates having now begun to be in earnest, and having betaken himself to his shields, swords, and horses. Lucullus, on the other side, to be even with him, replied, that Pompey came to fight with the mere image and shadow of war, it being his usual practice, like a lazy bird of prey, to come upon the carcass, when others had slain the dead, and to tear in pieces the relics of a war. Thus he had appropriated to himself the victories over Sertorius, over Lepidus, and over the insurgents under Spartacus; whereas this last had been achieved by Crassus, that obtained by Catulus, and the first won by Metellus. And therefore it was no great wonder, that the glory of the Pontic and Armenian war should be usurped by a man who had condescended to any artifices to work himself into the honor of a triumph over a few runaway slaves.
As became clear not long after through his actions, which revealed his true intentions; first, he issued proclamations in every direction, ordering the soldiers to join him and calling on all the tribute-paying kings and princes under his control. In short, as soon as he took over his province, he changed everything that Lucullus had done and established. He pardoned some for their offenses and stripped others of their rewards, acting in a way that seemed meant to show the supporters of Lucullus that his power had come to an end. Lucullus complained through friends, and it was decided that they should meet; they accordingly met in the region of Galatia. Since both were prominent and successful generals, their attendants carried their rods decorated with laurel branches. Lucullus traveled through a lush area filled with trees and shady woods, while Pompey marched through a cold and barren land. Noticing that Pompey’s laurel was wilted and dry, Lucullus’s lictors offered him some of their fresh laurel to decorate and crown his rods. This was seen as a bad omen and suggested that Pompey intended to take away the rewards and honors of Lucullus's victories. Lucullus was senior both in terms of consulships and age, but Pompey’s two triumphs made him the more distinguished figure. Their initial exchanges during this meeting were respectful and friendly, with each praising the other's accomplishments and congratulating him on his successes. However, when they got to the substance of their negotiations, they could not agree on agreeable or fair terms at all, and harsh words soon flew between them, Pompey accusing Lucullus of greed and Lucullus countering with allegations of ambition against Pompey, so much so that their friends struggled to separate them. Lucullus stayed in Galatia, distributing lands from his conquests and giving gifts as he saw fit, while Pompey camped nearby, issuing orders that prohibited the implementation of any of Lucullus's decisions, and ordered away all his soldiers except for sixteen hundred whom he deemed useless to himself, as they were disorderly and mutinous, and whom he knew were hostile to Lucullus. Alongside these actions, he made sarcastic remarks that openly undermined the glory of Lucullus's accomplishments, claiming that Lucullus’s battles were merely against illusions and idle representations of royal grandeur, while the real fight against a real army, trained by past defeats, was his, as Mithridates was now serious, having taken up his arms and horses. In response, Lucullus pointed out that Pompey was only coming to battle the mere image and shadow of war, as it was his usual tactic, like a lazy predator, to take advantage of a feast after others have done the killing, and to pick apart the remains of a conflict. He had claimed victories over Sertorius, Lepidus, and the insurgents led by Spartacus, while the last was achieved by Crassus, the one before that by Catulus, and the first by Metellus. Thus, it wasn’t surprising that the glory from the Pontic and Armenian war was taken by a man willing to resort to any tricks to gain the honor of a triumph over a few escaped slaves.
After this Lucullus went away, and Pompey having placed his whole navy in guard upon the seas betwixt Phoenicia and Bosporus, himself marched against Mithridates, who had a phalanx of thirty thousand foot, with two thousand horse, yet durst not bid him battle. He had encamped upon a strong mountain where it would have been hard to attack him, but abandoned it in no long time, as destitute of water. No sooner was he gone but Pompey occupied it, and observing the plants that were thriving there, together with the hollows which he found in several places, conjectured that such a plot could not be without springs, and therefore ordered his men to sink wells in every corner. After which there was, in a little time, great plenty of water throughout all the camp, insomuch that he wondered how it was possible for Mithridates to be ignorant of this, during all that time of his encampment there. After this Pompey followed him to his next camp, and there drawing lines round about him, shut him in. But he, after having endured a siege of forty-five days, made his escape secretly, and fled away with all the best part of his army, having first put to death all the sick and unserviceable. Not long after Pompey overtook him again near the banks of the river Euphrates, and encamped close by him; but fearing lest he should pass over the river and give him the slip there too, he drew up his army to attack him at midnight. And at that very time Mithridates, it is said, saw a vision in his dream foreshowing what should come to pass. For he seemed to be under sail in the Euxine Sea with a prosperous gale, and just in view of Bosporus, discoursing pleasantly with the ship’s company, as one overjoyed for his past danger and present security, when on a sudden he found himself deserted of all, and floating upon a broken plank of the ship at the mercy of the sea. Whilst he was thus laboring under these passions and phantasms, his friends came and awaked him with the news of Pompey’s approach; who was now indeed so near at hand, that the fight must be for the camp itself, and the commanders accordingly drew up the forces in battle array. Pompey perceiving how ready they were and well prepared for defense, began to doubt with himself whether he should put it to the hazard of a fight in the dark, judging it more prudent to encompass them only at present, lest they should fly, and to give them battle with the advantage of numbers the next day. But his oldest officers were of another opinion, and by entreaties and encouragements obtained permission that they might charge them immediately. Neither was the night so very dark, but that, though the moon was going down, it yet gave light enough to discern a body. And indeed this was one especial disadvantage to the king’s army. For the Romans coming upon them with the moon on their backs, the moon, being very low, and just upon setting, cast the shadows a long way before their bodies, reaching almost to the enemy, whose eyes were thus so much deceived that not exactly discerning the distance, but imagining them to be near at hand, they threw their darts at the shadows, without the least execution. The Romans therefore perceiving this, ran in upon them with a great shout; but the barbarians, all in a panic, unable to endure the charge, turned and fled, and were put to great slaughter, above ten thousand being slain; the camp also was taken. As for Mithridates himself, he at the beginning of the onset, with a body of eight hundred horse charged through the Roman army, and made his escape. But before long all the rest dispersed, some one way, some another, and he was left only with three persons, among whom was his concubine, Hypsicratia, a girl always of a manly and daring spirit, and the king called her on that account Hypsicrates. She being attired and mounted like a Persian horseman, accompanied the king in all his flight, never weary even in the longest journey, nor ever failing to attend the king in person, and look after his horse too, until they came to Inora, a castle of the king’s, well stored with gold and treasure. From thence Mithridates took his richest apparel, and gave it among those that had resorted to him in their flight; and to every one of his friends he gave a deadly poison, that they might not fall into the power of the enemy against their wills. From thence he designed to have gone to Tigranes in Armenia, but being prohibited by Tigranes, who put out a proclamation with a reward of one hundred talents to any one that should apprehend him, he passed by the head-waters of the river Euphrates, and fled through the country of Colchis.
After this, Lucullus left, and Pompey set his entire navy to guard the seas between Phoenicia and the Bosporus while he marched against Mithridates, who had an army of thirty thousand infantry and two thousand cavalry but was too scared to face him in battle. Mithridates had camped on a strong mountain that would have been tough to attack, but he soon abandoned it due to a lack of water. As soon as he left, Pompey took over the camp and noticed the flourishing plants and the depressions in the ground. He guessed there must be springs nearby and ordered his men to dig wells everywhere. Before long, there was plenty of water throughout the camp, so much so that he was amazed Mithridates didn't know about it during his time there. After this, Pompey followed him to his next camp and surrounded him. However, after enduring a siege for forty-five days, Mithridates secretly escaped with the best of his army, first killing all the sick and useless soldiers. Not long after, Pompey caught up with him near the banks of the Euphrates and camped close by. Fearing Mithridates would cross the river and slip away again, he prepared to attack at midnight. At that moment, it’s said Mithridates had a dream predicting what would happen. He seemed to be sailing in the Euxine Sea with a favorable wind, happily chatting with his ship's crew, relieved after past dangers when suddenly he found himself alone, floating on a broken plank in the sea. While he struggled with these feelings and visions, his friends woke him up with news of Pompey's approach; Pompey was now so close that the battle would be for the camp itself, and the commanders organized their troops for battle. Pompey noticed how ready and well-prepared they were and started to wonder if he should risk fighting in the dark, deciding it would be wiser to surround them first to prevent their escape and engage in battle the next day when he had the advantage of numbers. But his senior officers disagreed and persuaded him to let them charge immediately. The night wasn't completely dark; although the moon was setting, it still provided enough light to see. This turned out to be a significant disadvantage for Mithridates’s army. The Romans attacked them with the moon at their backs; since the moon was low and just about to set, it cast long shadows in front of them, reaching almost to the enemy. The enemy was deceived, misjudging the distance and throwing their spears at the shadows without hitting anything. Seizing the moment, the Romans charged with a loud shout; the terrified barbarians couldn't withstand the attack and fled, suffering a huge loss of over ten thousand dead, and the camp was also captured. As for Mithridates, at the onset of the attack, he charged through the Roman lines with eight hundred cavalry and escaped. But soon, the rest of his army scattered in different directions, leaving him with only three companions, including his concubine, Hypsicratia, a strong and daring woman whom he called Hypsicrates for that reason. Dressed like a Persian horseman, she accompanied him on his flight, never tiring even during the longest journeys and always looking after the king and his horse until they reached Inora, a castle of his filled with gold and treasure. From there, Mithridates took his finest clothes and distributed them among those who had joined him during their escape. He also gave each of his friends a lethal poison so they wouldn’t fall into enemy hands. He planned to go to Tigranes in Armenia, but Tigranes prohibited him, offering a reward of one hundred talents to anyone who captured him. So, he passed by the headwaters of the Euphrates and fled through Colchis.
Pompey in the meantime made an invasion into Armenia, upon the invitation of young Tigranes, who was now in rebellion against his father, and gave Pompey a meeting about the river Araxes, which rises near the head of Euphrates, but turning its course and bending towards the east, falls into the Caspian Sea. They two, therefore, marched together through the country, taking in all the cities by the way, and receiving their submission. But king Tigranes, having lately suffered much in the war with Lucullus, and understanding that Pompey was of a kind and gentle disposition, admitted Roman troops into his royal palaces, and taking along with him his friends and relations, went in person to surrender himself into the hands of Pompey. He came as far as the trenches on horseback, but there he was met by two of Pompey’s lictors, who commanded him to alight and walk on foot, for no man ever was seen on horseback within a Roman camp. Tigranes submitted to this immediately, and not only so, but loosing his sword, delivered up that too; and last of all, as soon as he appeared before Pompey, he pulled off his royal turban, and attempted to have laid it at his feet. Nay, worst of all, even he himself had fallen prostrate as an humble suppliant at his knees, had not Pompey prevented it, taking him by the hand and placing him near him, Tigranes himself on one side of him and his son upon the other. Pompey now told him that the rest of his losses were chargeable upon Lucullus, by whom he had been dispossessed of Syria, Phoenicia, Cilicia, Galatia, and Sophene; but all that he had preserved to himself entire till that time he should peaceably enjoy, paying the sum of six thousand talents as a fine or penalty for injuries done to the Romans, and that his son should have the kingdom of Sophene. Tigranes himself was well pleased with these conditions of peace, and when the Romans saluted him king, seemed to be overjoyed, and promised to every common soldier half a mina of silver, to every centurion ten minas, and to every tribune a talent; but the son was displeased, insomuch that when he was invited to supper, he replied, that he did not stand in need of Pompey for that sort of honor, for he would find out some other Roman to sup with. Upon this he was put into close arrest, and reserved for the triumph.
Pompey, in the meantime, invaded Armenia at the request of young Tigranes, who was rebelling against his father. They met near the river Araxes, which starts close to the Euphrates, but then bends eastward and flows into the Caspian Sea. The two of them marched together through the region, capturing all the cities they passed and receiving their surrender. However, King Tigranes, who had recently suffered greatly in his war with Lucullus, knew of Pompey’s kind and gentle nature. He allowed Roman troops into his royal palaces and, accompanied by his friends and relatives, went to personally surrender to Pompey. He rode as far as the trenches, but there he was met by two of Pompey’s lictors, who ordered him to dismount and walk on foot, since no one was allowed to ride in a Roman camp. Tigranes complied immediately, and not only that but he also removed his sword and handed it over. Finally, when he appeared before Pompey, he took off his royal turban and tried to lay it at Pompey’s feet. Indeed, he would have fallen prostrate as a humble supplicant at Pompey’s knees if Pompey hadn’t stopped him, taking him by the hand and placing him next to himself, with Tigranes on one side and his son on the other. Pompey told him that his other losses were due to Lucullus, who had taken away his control of Syria, Phoenicia, Cilicia, Galatia, and Sophene. However, everything he had managed to keep until then, he could enjoy peacefully, on the condition that he pay a fine of six thousand talents for the wrongs done to the Romans, and that his son would receive the kingdom of Sophene. Tigranes was pleased with these terms of peace, and when the Romans hailed him as king, he seemed overjoyed. He promised half a mina of silver to every common soldier, ten minas to each centurion, and a talent to every tribune. However, his son was unhappy, and when he was invited to supper, he replied that he didn’t need Pompey’s kind of honor and would find another Roman to dine with. As a result, he was placed under close arrest and kept for the triumph.
Not long after this Phraates, king of Parthia, sent to Pompey, and demanded to have young Tigranes, as his son-in-law, given up to him, and that the river Euphrates should be the boundary of the empires. Pompey replied, that for Tigranes, he belonged more to his own natural father than his father-in-law, and for the boundaries, he would take care that they should be according to right and justice.
Not long after this, Phraates, the king of Parthia, sent a message to Pompey, asking for the young Tigranes, who was his son-in-law, to be handed over to him, and that the Euphrates River should be the border between their empires. Pompey responded that Tigranes belonged more to his biological father than to his father-in-law, and regarding the borders, he would ensure they were fair and just.
So Pompey, leaving Armenia in the custody of Afranius, went himself in chase of Mithridates; to do which he was forced of necessity to march through several nations inhabiting about Mount Caucasus. Of these the Albanians and Iberians were the two chiefest. The Iberians stretch out as far as the Moschian mountains and the Pontus; the Albanians lie more eastwardly, and towards the Caspian Sea. These Albanians at first permitted Pompey, upon his request, to pass through the country; but when winter had stolen upon the Romans whilst they were still in the country, and they were busy celebrating the festival of Saturn, they mustered a body of no less than forty thousand fighting men, and set upon them, having passed over the river Cyrnus, which rising from the mountains of Iberia, and receiving the river Araxes in its course from Armenia, discharges itself by twelve mouths into the Caspian. Or, according to others, the Araxes does not fall into it, but they flow near one another, and so discharge themselves as neighbors into the same sea. It was in the power of Pompey to have obstructed the enemy’s passage over the river, but he suffered them to pass over quietly; and then leading on his forces and giving battle, he routed them, and slew great numbers of them in the field. The king sent ambassadors with his submission, and Pompey upon his supplication pardoned the offense, and making a treaty with him, he marched directly against the Iberians, a nation no less in number than the other, but much more warlike, and extremely desirous of gratifying Mithridates, and driving out Pompey. These Iberians were never subject to the Medes or Persians, and they happened likewise to escape the dominion of the Macedonians, because Alexander was so quick in his march through Hyrcania. But these also Pompey subdued in a great battle, where there were slain nine thousand upon the spot, and more than ten thousand taken prisoners. From thence he entered into the country of Colchis, where Servilius met him by the river Phasis, bringing the fleet with which he was guarding the Pontus.
So Pompey, leaving Armenia in the care of Afranius, set off in pursuit of Mithridates. To do this, he had to march through several nations living around Mount Caucasus. The two main groups were the Albanians and Iberians. The Iberians extend as far as the Moschian mountains and the Pontus, while the Albanians are more to the east, closer to the Caspian Sea. At first, the Albanians allowed Pompey to pass through their territory when he asked for permission. However, as winter approached and the Romans were still in the area, busy celebrating the festival of Saturn, the Albanians gathered an army of about forty thousand men and attacked them. They crossed the river Cyrnus, which comes from the mountains of Iberia and receives the river Araxes from Armenia, flowing out through twelve mouths into the Caspian Sea. According to some sources, the Araxes doesn’t actually flow into it, but the two rivers run close to each other and discharge into the same sea nearby. Pompey had the opportunity to block the enemy's crossing over the river, but he let them cross peacefully. Then, leading his troops into battle, he defeated them and killed many on the battlefield. The king sent ambassadors to submit, and Pompey, upon his appeal, pardoned the offense and made a treaty with him, then marched directly against the Iberians, a group just as large as the Albanians but far more warlike and eager to support Mithridates and drive out Pompey. These Iberians had never been ruled by the Medes or Persians, and they had also avoided Macedonian control since Alexander's quick march through Hyrcania. Pompey defeated them in a major battle, where nine thousand were killed on the spot and over ten thousand were taken prisoner. After that, he moved into the territory of Colchis, where Servilius met him at the river Phasis, bringing the fleet that was guarding the Pontus.
The pursuit of Mithridates, who had thrown himself among the tribes inhabiting Bosporus and the shores of the Maeotian Sea, presented great difficulties. News was also brought to Pompey that the Albanians had again revolted. This made him turn back, out of anger and determination not to be beaten by them, and with difficulty and great danger he passed back over the Cyrnus, which the barbarous people had fortified a great way down the banks with palisadoes. And after this, having a tedious march to make through a waterless and difficult country, he ordered ten thousand skins to be filled with water, and so advanced towards the enemy; whom he found drawn up in order of battle near the river Abas, to the number of sixty thousand horse, and twelve thousand foot, ill armed generally, and most of them covered only with the skins of wild beasts. Their general was Cosis, the king’s brother, who as soon as the battle was begun, singled out Pompey, and rushing in upon him, darted his javelin into the joints of his breastplate; while Pompey, in return, struck him through the body with his lance, and slew him. It is related that in this battle there were Amazons fighting as auxiliaries with the barbarians, and that they came down from the mountains by the river Thermodon. For that after the battle, when the Romans were taking the spoil and plunder of the field, they met with several targets and buskins of the Amazons; but no woman’s body was found among the dead. They inhabit the parts of Mount Caucasus that reach down to the Hyrcanian Sea, not immediately bordering upon the Albanians, for the Gelae and the Leges lie betwixt; and they keep company with these people yearly, for two months only, near the river Thermodon; after which they retire to their own habitations, and live alone all the rest of the year.
The pursuit of Mithridates, who had thrown himself among the tribes living in Bosporus and the shores of the Maeotian Sea, faced significant challenges. Pompey also received news that the Albanians had revolted again. This made him turn back, fueled by anger and a determination not to be defeated by them. With great difficulty and danger, he crossed back over the Cyrnus, which the barbaric people had fortified along the banks with wooden fences. After that, facing a long march through a dry and challenging landscape, he ordered ten thousand skins to be filled with water and advanced towards the enemy. He found them lined up for battle near the river Abas, numbering sixty thousand cavalry and twelve thousand infantry, poorly armed for the most part, and most of them covered only with the hides of wild animals. Their leader was Cosis, the king's brother, who, as soon as the battle began, targeted Pompey and rushed at him, throwing his javelin at the joints of his breastplate. Pompey retaliated by striking him through the body with his lance and killed him. It's reported that in this battle, Amazons fought alongside the barbarians, descending from the mountains by the river Thermodon. After the battle, when the Romans were gathering the spoils from the battlefield, they found several shields and leg guards belonging to the Amazons, but no women's bodies were among the dead. They inhabit the regions of Mount Caucasus that stretch down to the Hyrcanian Sea, not adjacent to the Albanians, due to the Gelae and the Leges lying in between; and they only spend two months each year near the river Thermodon, after which they retreat to their homes and live in solitude for the rest of the year.
After this engagement, Pompey was eager to advance with his forces upon the Hyrcanian and Caspian Sea, but was forced to retreat at a distance of three days’ march from it, by the number of venomous serpents, and so he retreated into Armenia the Less. Whilst he was there, kings of the Elymaeans and Medes sent ambassadors to him, to whom he gave friendly answer by letter; and sent against the king of Parthia, who had made incursions upon Gordyene, and despoiled the subjects of Tigranes, an army under the command of Afranius, who put him to the rout, and followed him in chase as far as the district of Arbela.
After this battle, Pompey was eager to move his troops toward the Hyrcanian and Caspian Sea, but he had to pull back when he was three days' march away due to the number of poisonous snakes. So, he retreated into Lesser Armenia. While he was there, kings from the Elymaeans and Medes sent ambassadors to him, and he responded positively through a letter. He also sent an army led by Afranius against the king of Parthia, who had been raiding Gordyene and plundering the territories of Tigranes. Afranius defeated him and chased him as far as the Arbela region.
Of the concubines of king Mithridates that were brought before Pompey, he took none to himself, but sent them all away to their parents and relations; most of them being either the daughters or wives of princes and great commanders. Stratonice, however, who had the greatest power and influence with him, and to whom he had committed the custody of his best and richest fortress, had been, it seems, the daughter of a musician, an old man, and of no great fortune, and happening to sing one night before Mithridates at a banquet, she struck his fancy so, that immediately he took her with him, and sent away the old man much dissatisfied, the king having not so much as said one kind word to himself. But when he rose in the morning, and saw tables in his house richly covered with gold and silver plate, a great retinue of servants, eunuchs, and pages, bringing him rich garments, and a horse standing before the door richly caparisoned, in all respects as was usual with the king’s favorites, he looked upon it all as a piece of mockery, and thinking himself trifled with, attempted to make off and run away. But the servants laying hold upon him, and informing him really that the king had bestowed on him the house and furniture of a rich man lately deceased, and that these were but the first-fruits or earnests of greater riches and possessions that were to come, he was persuaded at last with much difficulty to believe them. And so putting on his purple robes, and mounting his horse, he rode through the city, crying out, “All this is mine;” and to those that laughed at him, he said, there was no such wonder in this, but it was a wonder rather that he did not throw stones at all he met, he was so transported with joy. Such was the parentage and blood of Stratonice. She now delivered up this castle into the hands of Pompey, and offered him many presents of great value, of which he accepted only such as he thought might serve to adorn the temples of the gods, and add to the splendor of his triumph; the rest he left to Stratonice’s disposal, bidding her please herself in the enjoyment of them.
Of King Mithridates' concubines brought before Pompey, he took none for himself and sent them all back to their families, most being either daughters or wives of princes and great leaders. Stratonice, however, who held the most power and influence with him and to whom he had entrusted the care of his best and richest fortress, turned out to be the daughter of a musician, an old man of little means. One night, while singing at a banquet for Mithridates, she caught his eye, and he immediately took her with him, sending away the old man, who was quite unhappy, as the king hadn't even said a kind word to him. But when he woke up the next morning and saw tables in his house lavishly set with gold and silver plates, a large group of servants, eunuchs, and attendants bringing him fine clothes, and a horse standing at the door all beautifully adorned, just like one of the king's favorites, he saw it all as a joke, thinking he was being mocked, and tried to escape. But the servants grabbed him and explained that the king had given him the house and belongings of a wealthy man who had recently died, and that these were just the first offerings of greater wealth and possessions to come. Eventually, after some difficulty, he was convinced to believe them. So, putting on his purple robes and mounting his horse, he rode through the city shouting, “All this is mine!” To those who laughed at him, he replied that it was no surprise, but rather astonishing that he didn't throw stones at everyone he met, he was so overwhelmed with joy. Such was the lineage of Stratonice. She then handed over this fortress to Pompey and offered him many valuable gifts, of which he accepted only what he thought would enhance the temples of the gods and add to the glory of his triumph; the rest he left for Stratonice to decide how to enjoy.
And in the same manner he dealt with the presents offered him by the king of Iberia, who sent him a bedstead, table, and a chair of state, all of gold, desiring him to accept of them; but he delivered them all into the custody of the public treasurers, for the use of the Commonwealth.
And in the same way, he handled the gifts given to him by the king of Iberia, who sent him a golden bed, table, and throne, asking him to accept them; but he gave them all to the public treasurers for the benefit of the Commonwealth.
In another castle called Caenum, Pompey found and read with pleasure several secret writings of Mithridates, containing much that threw light on his character. For there were memoirs by which it appeared that besides others, he had made away with his son Ariarathes by poison, as also with Alcaeus the Sardian, for having robbed him of the first honors in a horse-race. There were several judgments upon the interpretation of dreams, which either he himself or some of his mistresses had had; and besides these, there was a series of wanton letters to and from his concubine Monime. Theophanes tells us that there was found also an address by Rutilius, in which he attempted to exasperate him to the laughter of all the Romans in Asia; though most men justly conjecture this to be a malicious invention of Theophanes, who probably hated Rutilius because he was a man in nothing like himself; or perhaps it might be to gratify Pompey, whose father is described by Rutilius in his history, as the vilest man alive.
In another castle called Caenum, Pompey discovered and enjoyed several secret writings of Mithridates that revealed a lot about his personality. The memoirs showed that, among other things, he had poisoned his son Ariarathes and also Alcaeus the Sardian, who had beaten him in a horse race. There were various interpretations of dreams, either from him or some of his lovers; and in addition to these, there was a collection of scandalous letters exchanged with his mistress Monime. Theophanes mentions that there was also a letter from Rutilius, where he tried to provoke Mithridates to the amusement of all the Romans in Asia; although most people rightly think this was a malicious fabrication by Theophanes, who likely despised Rutilius for being so unlike himself; or maybe it was to please Pompey, since Rutilius described his father in his history as the most despicable man alive.
From thence Pompey came to the city of Amisus, where his passion for glory put him into a position which might be called a punishment on himself. For whereas he had often sharply reproached Lucullus, in that while the enemy was still living, he had taken upon him to issue decrees, and distribute rewards and honors, as conquerors usually do only when the war is brought to an end, yet now was he himself, while Mithridates was paramount in the kingdom of Bosporus, and at the head of a powerful army, as if all were ended, just doing the same thing, regulating the provinces, and distributing rewards, many great commanders and princes having flocked to him, together with no less than twelve barbarian kings; insomuch that to gratify these other kings, when he wrote to the king of Parthia, he would not condescend, as others used to do, in the superscription of his letter, to give him his title of king of kings.
From there, Pompey arrived in the city of Amisus, where his desire for fame put him in a situation that could be seen as self-punishment. He had often harshly criticized Lucullus for issuing decrees and handing out rewards and honors while the enemy was still alive, something conquerors typically do only after a war is over. Now, while Mithridates was still in control of the kingdom of Bosporus and leading a strong army, Pompey was doing the same thing, organizing the provinces and distributing rewards, with many great commanders and princes gathering around him, including at least twelve barbarian kings. So much so that to appease these other kings, he refused to address the king of Parthia with his proper title of king of kings in the heading of his letter, unlike others before him.
Moreover, he had a great desire and emulation to occupy Syria, and to march through Arabia to the Red Sea, that he might thus extend his conquests every way to the great ocean that encompasses the habitable earth; as in Africa he was the first Roman that advanced his victories to the ocean; and again in Spain he made the Atlantic Sea the limit of the empire; and then thirdly, in his late pursuit of the Albanians, he had wanted but little of reaching the Hyrcanian Sea. Accordingly he raised his camp, designing to bring the Red Sea within the circuit of his expedition, especially as he saw how difficult it was to hunt after Mithridates with an army, and that he would prove a worse enemy flying than fighting. But yet he declared, that he would leave a sharper enemy behind him than himself, namely, famine; and therefore he appointed a guard of ships to lie in wait for the merchants that sailed to Bosporus, death being the penalty for any who should attempt to carry provisions thither.
Moreover, he had a strong desire and ambition to take over Syria and march through Arabia to the Red Sea, aiming to expand his conquests to the vast ocean that surrounds the inhabited world; in Africa, he was the first Roman to bring his victories to the ocean; and in Spain, he made the Atlantic Ocean the border of the empire; and then, in his recent pursuit of the Albanians, he had barely missed reaching the Hyrcanian Sea. So, he broke camp, planning to include the Red Sea in his campaign, especially since he realized how tough it was to chase Mithridates with an army and that he would be a more dangerous enemy while fleeing than while fighting. Still, he announced that he would leave behind a more serious enemy than himself—famine; and so he assigned a crew of ships to wait for merchants sailing to Bosporus, with death as the penalty for anyone trying to bring supplies there.
Then he set forward with the greatest part of his army, and in his march casually fell in with several dead bodies still uninterred, of those soldiers who were slain with Triarius in his unfortunate engagement with Mithridates; these he buried splendidly and honorably. The neglect of whom, it is thought, caused, as much as anything, the hatred that was felt against Lucullus, and alienated the affections of the soldiers from him. Pompey having now by his forces under the command of Afranius, subdued the Arabians about the mountain Amanus, himself entered Syria, and finding it destitute of any natural and lawful prince, reduced it into the form of a province, as a possession of the people of Rome. He conquered also Judaea, and took its king, Aristobulus, captive. Some cities he built anew, and to others he gave their liberty, chastising their tyrants. Most part of the time that he spent there was employed in the administration of justice, In deciding controversies of kings and States; and where he himself could not be present in person, he gave commissions to his friends, and sent them. Thus when there arose a difference betwixt the Armenians and Parthians about some territory, and the judgment was referred to him, he gave a power by commission to three judges and arbiters to hear and determine the controversy. For the reputation of his power was great; nor was the fame of his justice and clemency inferior to that of his power, and served indeed as a veil for a multitude of faults committed by his friends and familiars. For although it was not in his nature to check or chastise wrongdoers, yet he himself always treated those that had to do with him in such a manner, that they submitted to endure with patience the acts of covetousness and oppression done by others.
Then he moved on with most of his army and during his march came across several unburied bodies of soldiers who had been killed alongside Triarius in his unfortunate battle against Mithridates. He buried them with great honor and respect. It is believed that the neglect of these soldiers contributed significantly to the resentment against Lucullus and turned the soldiers against him. Pompey, having already defeated the Arabians under Afranius near Mount Amanus, entered Syria himself. Finding it without a natural or lawful leader, he established it as a Roman province. He also conquered Judea and took its king, Aristobulus, captive. He rebuilt some cities and granted freedom to others, punishing their tyrants. Most of the time he spent there was dedicated to administering justice, settling disputes between kings and states. When he couldn't be there in person, he appointed friends to represent him. For instance, when a conflict arose between the Armenians and Parthians over some land, he commissioned three judges to resolve the issue. His reputation for power was significant; his fame for justice and mercy was likewise strong and often masked the many wrongdoings of his friends and associates. Although it wasn't in his nature to reprimand or punish wrongdoers, he treated those around him in such a way that they tolerated the greed and oppression from others.
Among these friends of his, there was one Demetrius who had the greatest influence with him of all; he was a freed slave, a youth of good understanding, but somewhat too insolent in his good fortune, of whom there goes this story. Cato, the philosopher, being as yet a very young man, but of great repute and a noble mind, took a journey of pleasure to Antioch, at a time when Pompey was not there, having a great desire to see the city. He, as his custom was, walked on foot, and his friends accompanied him on horseback; and seeing before the gates of the city a multitude dressed in white, the young men on one side of the road, and the boys on the other, he was somewhat offended at it, imagining that it was officiously done in honor of him, which was more than he had any wish for. However, he desired his companions to alight and walk with him; but when they drew near, the master of the ceremonies in this procession came out with a garland and a rod in his hand, and met them, inquiring, where they had left Demetrius, and when he would come? Upon which Cato’s companions burst out into laughter, but Cato said only, “Alas, poor city!” and passed by without any other answer. However, Pompey rendered Demetrius less odious to others by enduring his presumption and impertinence to himself. For it is reported how that Pompey, when he had invited his friends to an entertainment, would be very ceremonious in waiting, till they all came and were placed, while Demetrius would be already stretched upon the couch as if he cared for no one, with his dress over his ears, hanging down from his head. Before his return into Italy, he had purchased the pleasantest country-seat about Rome, with the finest walks and places for exercise, and there were sumptuous gardens, called by the name of Demetrius, while Pompey his master, up to his third triumph, was contented with an ordinary and simple habitation. Afterwards, it is true, when he had erected his famous and stately theater for the people of Rome, he built as a sort of appendix to it, a house for himself, much more splendid than his former, and yet no object even this to excite men’s envy, since he who came to be master of it after Pompey could not but express wonder and inquire where Pompey the Great used to sup. Such is the story told us.
Among his friends, Demetrius had the most influence over him; he was a freed slave, a smart young man, but a bit too arrogant about his good fortune. There's a story about him. Cato, the philosopher, was still a young man but already well-respected and noble-minded. He took a leisure trip to Antioch when Pompey wasn't there, eager to see the city. As was his custom, he walked while his friends rode alongside him. When he reached the city gates, he noticed a crowd dressed in white, with young men on one side of the road and boys on the other. He felt somewhat insulted, thinking they had organized this in his honor, which he didn't desire. Still, he asked his companions to get down and walk with him. However, when they got closer, the master of ceremonies came forward with a garland and a rod, asking where Demetrius was and when he would arrive. Cato's friends laughed, but he simply remarked, “Alas, poor city!” and walked on without further comment. Nevertheless, Pompey made Demetrius less disliked by tolerating his arrogance. It's said that when Pompey invited his friends to a gathering, he would wait until everyone arrived and was seated, while Demetrius would already be lounging on the couch, seeming indifferent, with his robe hanging down over his ears. Before returning to Italy, he bought the most beautiful country house near Rome, with stunning walks and exercise areas, along with extravagant gardens named after Demetrius, while his master Pompey, until his third triumph, was content with a modest home. Later, it's true, after building his famous grand theater for the people of Rome, Pompey constructed a more luxurious house for himself as an addition, yet it still didn't provoke envy, as anyone who inherited it after Pompey could only marvel and ask where Pompey the Great used to dine. That’s the story as we know it.
The king of the Arabs near Petra, who had hitherto despised the power of the Romans, now began to be in great alarm at it, and sent letters to him promising to be at his commands, and to do whatever he should see fit to order. However, Pompey having a desire to confirm and keep him in the same mind, marched forwards for Petra, an expedition not altogether irreprehensible in the opinion of many; who thought it a mere running away from their proper duty, the pursuit of Mithridates, Rome’s ancient and inveterate enemy, who was now rekindling the war once more, and making preparations, it was reported, to lead his army through Scythia and Paeonia, into Italy. Pompey, on the other side, judging it easier to destroy his forces in battle, than to seize his person in flight, resolved not to tire himself out in a vain pursuit, but rather to spend his leisure upon another enemy, as a sort of digression in the meanwhile. But fortune resolved the doubt; for when he was now not far from Petra, and had pitched his tents and encamped for that day, as he was talking exercise with his horse outside the camp, couriers came riding up from Pontus, bringing good news, as was known at once by the heads of their javelins, which it is the custom to carry crowned with branches of laurel. The soldiers, as soon as they saw them, flocked immediately to Pompey, who notwithstanding was minded to finish his exercise; but when they began to be clamorous and importunate, he alighted from his horse, and taking the letters went before them into the camp. Now there being no tribunal erected there, not even that military substitute for one which they make by cutting up thick turfs of earth and piling them one upon another, they, through eagerness and impatience, heaped up a pile of pack-saddles, and Pompey standing upon that, told them the news of Mithridates’s death, how that he had himself put an end to his life upon the revolt of his son Pharnaces, and that Pharnaces had taken all things there into his hands and possession, which he did, his letters said, in right of himself and the Romans. Upon this news, the whole army expressing their joy, as was to be expected, fell to sacrificing to the gods, and feasting, as if in the person of Mithridates alone there had died many thousands of their enemies.
The king of the Arabs near Petra, who had previously looked down on the Romans' power, was now greatly alarmed by it. He sent letters promising to follow their commands and do whatever they saw fit. However, Pompey wanted to ensure he kept the king in this mindset, so he marched towards Petra. Many thought this was a questionable decision, believing it was a retreat from his duty to pursue Mithridates, Rome’s long-standing enemy, who was reportedly reviving the war and preparing to march his army through Scythia and Paeonia into Italy. Pompey, however, thought it would be easier to defeat Mithridates’ forces in a battle than to capture him while fleeing, so he decided not to exhaust himself in a pointless chase, instead opting to focus on another enemy for a while. But fate intervened; when he was not far from Petra and had set up camp for the day, he was exercising with his horse outside the camp when couriers from Pontus arrived with good news, immediately recognizable by the laurel crowns adorning their javelins. As soon as the soldiers saw them, they rushed to Pompey, who intended to finish his exercise. But when their excitement and insistence grew, he got off his horse, took the letters, and went into camp. Since there was no platform set up, not even the temporary one made from stacked turf, the soldiers, eager and impatient, piled up some pack-saddles. Pompey stood on top and announced the news of Mithridates’ death, explaining that he had taken his own life following the rebellion of his son Pharnaces, who had subsequently taken control of everything, claiming it in the name of himself and the Romans. Upon hearing this, the entire army cheered, and as expected, they began to sacrifice to the gods and feast, as if the death of Mithridates alone meant the end of thousands of their enemies.
Pompey by this event having brought this war to its completion, with much more ease than was expected, departed forthwith out of Arabia, and passing rapidly through the intermediate provinces, he came at length to the city Amisus. There he received many presents brought from Pharnaces, with several dead bodies of the royal blood, and the corpse of Mithridates himself, which was not easy to be known by the face, for the physicians that embalmed him had not dried up his brain, but those who were curious to see him knew him by the scars there. Pompey himself would not endure to see him, but to deprecate the divine jealousy, sent it away to the city of Sinope. He admired the richness of his robes, no less than the size and splendor of his armor. His swordbelt, however, which had cost four hundred talents, was stolen by Publius, and sold to Ariarathes; his tiara also, a piece of admirable workmanship, Gaius, the roster brother of Mithridates, gave secretly to Faustus, the son of Sylla, at his request. All which Pompey was ignorant of, but afterwards, when Pharnaces came to understand it, he severely punished those that embezzled them.
Pompey, having quickly wrapped up the war more easily than expected, immediately left Arabia and swiftly traveled through the nearby provinces until he finally reached the city of Amisus. There, he received many gifts sent by Pharnaces, along with several corpses of royal family members, including the body of Mithridates himself, which was hard to recognize because the doctors who embalmed him hadn't removed his brain. However, those who were keen to see him identified him by his scars. Pompey himself couldn’t bear to look at him, but to avoid offending the gods, he sent the body away to the city of Sinope. He admired the richness of Mithridates’ robes as much as the size and grandeur of his armor. However, his sword belt, which had cost four hundred talents, was stolen by Publius and sold to Ariarathes. Additionally, his beautifully crafted tiara was secretly given to Faustus, the son of Sylla, by Gaius, Mithridates' royal brother, at his request. Pompey was unaware of all this, but later, when Pharnaces found out, he dealt harshly with those who had taken the items.
Pompey now having ordered all things, and established that province, took his journey homewards in greater pomp and with more festivity. For when he came to Mitylene, he gave the city their freedom upon the intercession of Theophanes, and was present at the contest, there periodically held, of the poets, who took at that time no other theme or subject than the actions of Pompey. He was extremely pleased with the theater itself, and had a model of it taken, intending to erect one in Rome on the same design, but larger and more magnificent. When he came to Rhodes, he attended the lectures of all the philosophers there, and gave to every one of them a talent. Posidonius has published the disputation which he held before him against Hermagoras the rhetorician, upon the subject of Invention in general. At Athens, also, he showed similar, munificence to the philosophers, and gave fifty talents towards the repairing and beautifying the city. So that now by all these acts he well hoped to return into Italy in the greatest splendor and glory possible to man, and find his family as desirous to see him, as he felt himself to come home to them. But that supernatural agency, whose province and charge it is always to mix some ingredient of evil with the greatest and most glorious goods of fortune, had for some time back been busy in his household, preparing him a sad welcome. For Mucia during his absence had dishonored his bed. Whilst he was abroad at a distance, he had refused all credence to the report; but when he drew nearer to Italy, where his thoughts were more at leisure to give consideration to the charge, he sent her a bill of divorce; but neither then in writing, nor afterwards by word of mouth, did he ever give a reason why he discharged her; the cause of it is mentioned in Cicero’s epistles.
Pompey, having organized everything and established the province, began his journey home with even more pomp and celebration. When he arrived in Mitylene, he granted the city their freedom thanks to Theophanes' intervention and attended the local poetry contests, which at that time focused solely on his achievements. He was very impressed with the theater there and had a model made, planning to build a similar but larger and more impressive one in Rome. When he reached Rhodes, he attended lectures from all the philosophers there and gifted each of them a talent. Posidonius documented the debate Pompey had with Hermagoras the rhetorician about the topic of Invention in general. In Athens, he similarly showed generosity to the philosophers and contributed fifty talents towards the repair and beautification of the city. Because of these actions, he hoped to return to Italy in the highest possible splendor and glory, looking forward to being welcomed by his family just as much as he was eager to return to them. However, a supernatural force, which often mixes misfortune with the greatest goods, had been busy in his household, preparing a sad welcome for him. During his absence, Mucia had betrayed their marriage. While he had initially dismissed the rumors while away, as he got closer to Italy and had more time to think about the accusations, he sent her a divorce notice. Yet, neither in writing nor verbally did he ever explain why he divorced her; the reason for it is noted in Cicero’s letters.
Rumors of every kind were scattered abroad about Pompey, and were carried to Rome before him, so that there was a great tumult and stir, as if he designed forthwith to march with his army into the city, and establish himself securely as sole ruler. Crassus withdrew himself, together with his children and property, out of the city, either that he was really afraid, or that he counterfeited rather, as is most probable, to give credit to the calumny and exasperate the jealousy of the people. Pompey, therefore, as soon as he entered Italy, called a general muster of the army; and having made a suitable address and exchanged a kind farewell with his soldiers, he commanded them to depart every man to his country and place of habitation, only taking care that they should not fail to meet again at his triumph. Thus the army being disbanded, and the news commonly reported, a wonderful result ensued. For when the cities saw Pompey the Great passing through the country unarmed, and with a small train of familiar friends only, as if he was returning from a journey of pleasure, not from his conquests, they came pouring out to display their affection for him, attending and conducting him to Rome with far greater forces than he disbanded; insomuch that if he had designed any movement or innovation in the State, he might have done it without his army.
Rumors of all kinds about Pompey spread before he reached Rome, causing a huge commotion as if he intended to march in with his army and establish himself as the sole ruler. Crassus left the city with his children and belongings, either out of genuine fear or, more likely, pretending to be afraid to lend credibility to the gossip and stir up jealousy among the people. So, once Pompey entered Italy, he called a general assembly of his army. After giving a fitting speech and saying a heartfelt goodbye to his soldiers, he ordered them all to return to their homes but reminded them not to forget to reconvene for his triumph. With the army disbanded and the news circulating, an amazing thing happened. When the cities saw Pompey the Great traveling through the countryside unarmed and accompanied only by a small group of close friends, as if he were returning from a leisure trip rather than from his conquests, they rushed out to show their admiration for him, escorting him to Rome with a much larger crowd than he had disbanded. So much so that if he had wanted to make any moves or changes in the government, he could have done so without his army.
Now, because the law permitted no commander to enter into the city before his triumph, he sent to the senate, entreating them as a favor to him to prorogue the election of consuls, that thus he might be able to attend and give countenance to Piso, one of the candidates. The request was resisted by Cato, and met with a refusal. However, Pompey could not but admire the liberty and boldness of speech which Cato alone had dared to use in the maintenance of law and justice. He therefore had a great desire to win him over, and purchase his friendship at any rate; and to that end, Cato having two nieces, Pompey asked for one in marriage for himself, the other for his son. But Cato looked unfavorably on the proposal, regarding it as a design for undermining his honesty, and in a manner bribing him by a family alliance; much to the displeasure of his wife and sister, who were indignant that he should reject a connection with Pompey the Great. About that time Pompey having a design of setting up Afranius for the consulship, gave a sum of money among the tribes for their votes, and people came and received it in his own gardens a proceeding which, when it came to be generally known, excited great disapprobation, that he should thus for the sake of men who could not obtain the honor by their own merits, make merchandise of an office which had been given to himself as the highest reward of his services. “Now,” said Cato to his wife and sister, “had we contracted an alliance with Pompey, we had been allied to this dishonor too;” and this they could not but acknowledge, and allow his judgment of what was right and fitting to have been wiser and better than theirs.
Now, since the law did not allow any commander to enter the city before his triumph, he sent a request to the senate, asking them as a favor to postpone the election of consuls so that he could attend and support Piso, one of the candidates. Cato opposed the request and it was denied. However, Pompey couldn’t help but admire Cato's freedom and boldness in speaking up for law and justice. He really wanted to win him over and gain his friendship, so he asked Cato for one of his two nieces in marriage for himself and the other for his son. But Cato rejected the proposal, seeing it as a scheme to compromise his integrity and essentially bribe him through family ties; this upset his wife and sister, who were outraged that he would turn down a connection with Pompey the Great. Around that time, Pompey planned to support Afranius for the consulship and distributed money among the tribes for their votes, which people collected in his own gardens. Once this became widely known, it sparked significant disapproval that he would trade the office, which he had received as the highest reward for his services, simply for the sake of those who could not achieve the honor through their own merits. “Now,” Cato said to his wife and sister, “if we had formed an alliance with Pompey, we would have been linked to this dishonor too;” and they had to acknowledge that his judgment on what was right and appropriate was wiser and better than theirs.
The splendor and magnificence of Pompey’s triumph was such that though it took up the space of two days, yet they were extremely straitened in time, so that of what was prepared for that pageantry, there was as much withdrawn as would have set out and adorned another triumph. In the first place, there were tables carried, inscribed with the names and titles of the nations over whom he triumphed, Pontus, Armenia, Cappadocia, Paphlagonia, Media, Colchis, the Iberians, the Albanians, Syria, Cilicia, and Mesopotamia, together with Phoenicia and Palestine, Judaea, Arabia, and all the power of the pirates subdued by sea and land. And in these different countries there appeared the capture of no less than one thousand fortified places, nor much less than nine hundred cities, together with eight hundred ships of the pirates, and the foundation of thirty-nine towns. Besides, there was set forth in these tables an account of all the tributes throughout the empire, and how that before these conquests the revenue amounted but to fifty millions, whereas from his acquisitions they had a revenue of eighty-five millions; and that in present payment he was bringing into the common treasury ready money, and gold and silver plate, and ornaments, to the value of twenty thousand talents, over and above what had been distributed among the soldiers, of whom he that had least had fifteen hundred drachmas for his share. The prisoners of war that were led in triumph, besides the chief pirates, were the son of Tigranes, king of Armenia, with his wife and daughter; as also Zosime, wife of king Tigranes himself, and Aristobulus, king of Judaea, the sister of king Mithridates and her five sons, and some Scythian women. There were likewise the hostages of the Albanians and Iberians, and of the king of Commagene, besides a vast number of trophies, one for every battle in which he was conqueror, either himself in person, or by his lieutenants. But that which seemed to be his greatest glory, being one which no other Roman ever attained to, was this, that he made his third triumph over the third division of the world. For others among the Romans had the honor of triumphing thrice, but his first triumph was over Africa, his second, over Europe, and this last, over Asia; so that he seemed in these three triumphs to have led the whole world captive.
The grandeur and magnificence of Pompey’s triumph were so impressive that even though it lasted for two days, they were quite pressed for time. As a result, much of what was prepared for the celebration was cut back, enough to have showcased another triumph. First, there were tables displaying the names and titles of the nations he had conquered: Pontus, Armenia, Cappadocia, Paphlagonia, Media, Colchis, the Iberians, the Albanians, Syria, Cilicia, and Mesopotamia, along with Phoenicia, Palestine, Judaea, Arabia, and all the pirate forces defeated both at sea and on land. From these various regions, there were reports of capturing over one thousand fortified places and nearly nine hundred cities, along with eight hundred pirate ships and the founding of thirty-nine towns. These tables also contained details about the tributes collected across the empire, indicating that before these conquests, the revenue was only fifty million, whereas after his acquisitions, it rose to eighty-five million. Additionally, he was bringing in ready cash, gold and silver plate, and ornaments worth twenty thousand talents for the public treasury, on top of what had already been given to the soldiers, each of whom received at least fifteen hundred drachmas. The prisoners of war paraded in triumph included not just the main pirates, but also the son of Tigranes, king of Armenia, along with his wife and daughter; Zosime, the wife of king Tigranes; Aristobulus, king of Judaea; the sister of king Mithridates and her five sons; and some Scythian women. There were also hostages from the Albanians and Iberians, and from the king of Commagene, along with a massive number of trophies—one for every battle won, either by him personally or by his officers. However, what seemed to be his greatest glory, a feat no other Roman had achieved, was that he celebrated his third triumph over the three parts of the world. While other Romans had the honor of triumphing three times, Pompey’s first was over Africa, his second over Europe, and this last one over Asia; thus, it appeared that through these three triumphs, he had taken the entire world captive.
As for his age, those who affect to make the parallel exact in all things betwixt him and Alexander the Great, do not allow him to have been quite thirty-four, whereas in truth at that time he was near forty. And well had it been for him had he terminated his life at this date, while he still enjoyed Alexander’s fortune, since all his aftertime served only either to bring him prosperity that made him odious, or calamities too great to be retrieved. For that great authority which he had gained in the city by his merits, he made use of only in patronizing the iniquities of others, so that by advancing their fortunes, he detracted from his own glory, till at last he was overthrown even by the force and greatness of his own power. And as the strongest citadel or fort in a town, when it is taken by an enemy, does then afford the same strength to the foe, as it had done to friends before; so Caesar, after Pompey’s aid had made him strong enough to defy his country, ruined and overthrew at last the power which had availed him against the rest. The course of things was as follows. Lucullus, when he returned out of Asia, where he had been treated with insult by Pompey, was received by the senate with great honor, which was yet increased when Pompey came home; to check whose ambition they encouraged him to assume the administration of the government, whereas he was now grown cold and disinclined to business, having given himself over to the pleasures of ease and the enjoyment of a splendid fortune. However, he began for the time to exert himself against Pompey, attacked him sharply, and succeeded in having his own acts and decrees, which were repealed by Pompey, reestablished, and with the assistance of Cato, gained the superiority in the senate. Pompey having fallen from his hopes in such an unworthy repulse, was forced to fly to the tribunes of the people for refuge, and to attach himself to the young men, among whom was Clodius, the vilest and most impudent wretch alive, who took him about, and exposed him as a tool to the people, carrying him up and down among the throngs in the market-place, to countenance those laws and speeches which he made to cajole the people and ingratiate himself. And at last for his reward, he demanded of Pompey, as if he had not disgraced, but done him great kindness, that he should forsake (as in the end he did forsake) Cicero, his friend, who on many public occasions had done him the greatest service. And so when Cicero was in danger, and implored his aid, he would not admit him into his presence, but shutting up his gates against those that came to mediate for him, slips out at a back door, whereupon Cicero fearing the result of his trial, departed privately from Rome.
As for his age, those who try to make the comparison between him and Alexander the Great exact in every way don't consider that he was nearly forty at that time, not just thirty-four. It would have been better for him if he had ended his life then, while he was still enjoying Alexander’s success, because everything that followed only brought him either prosperity that made him hated or disasters that were too big to recover from. The great influence he had gained in the city through his achievements he only used to support the wrongdoing of others, which diminished his own glory. Eventually, he was destroyed by the very power he wielded. Just like how a strong fortress benefits the enemy once it’s taken, Caesar, having become powerful enough to defy his own country thanks to Pompey’s help, ultimately ruined the strength that had previously helped him against others. Here’s how it unfolded. Lucullus, upon returning from Asia where Pompey had insulted him, was welcomed by the Senate with much honor, which increased when Pompey came back. To counter Pompey’s ambition, they encouraged Lucullus to take charge of the government, although he had grown disinterested and was enjoying a comfortable life. Still, he started to push back against Pompey, attacking him sharply, and managed to reinstate his own actions that had been reversed by Pompey, gaining the upper hand in the Senate with the help of Cato. After this humbling setback, Pompey had to seek refuge with the tribunes and align himself with the young crowd, including Clodius, who was a vile and shameless character. Clodius took Pompey around, using him as a puppet to win the people over and promote laws and speeches aimed at ingratiating himself with them. Eventually, as a reward for his efforts, he demanded that Pompey abandon Cicero, his friend who had greatly helped him on many public occasions. So, when Cicero was in danger and asked for Pompey's help, Pompey refused to see him, shutting his doors to those who came to negotiate on Cicero’s behalf, and slipped out a back exit. Fearing the outcome of his trial, Cicero then secretly left Rome.
About that time Caesar, returning from military service, started a course of policy which brought him great present favor, and much increased his power for the future, and proved extremely destructive both to Pompey and the commonwealth. For now he stood candidate for his first consulship, and well observing the enmity betwixt Pompey and Crassus, and finding that by joining with one he should make the other his enemy, he endeavored by all means to reconcile them, an object in itself honorable and tending to the public good, but as he undertook it, a mischievous and subtle intrigue. For he well knew that opposite parties or factions in a commonwealth, like passengers in a boat, serve to trim and balance the unready motions of power there; whereas if they combine and come all over to one side, they cause a shock which will be sure to overset the vessel and carry down everything. And therefore Cato wisely told those who charged all the calamities of Rome upon the disagreement betwixt Pompey and Caesar, that they were in error in charging all the crime upon the last cause; for it was not their discord and enmity, but their unanimity and I friendship, that gave the first and greatest blow to the commonwealth.
Around that time, Caesar returned from military service and began a course of action that earned him significant favor and greatly increased his power for the future, but also proved extremely harmful to both Pompey and the republic. He was now running for his first consulship and, observing the rivalry between Pompey and Crassus, realized that aligning with one would make him the enemy of the other. He aimed to reconcile them, an intention that was honorable and beneficial to the public good, but in practice was a manipulative and cunning scheme. He understood well that opposing parties or factions in a republic, like passengers in a boat, help stabilize and balance the unpredictable swings of power. However, if they unite and all lean toward one side, they create a jolt that can easily capsize the vessel and bring everything down. Cato wisely pointed out to those who blamed all of Rome's troubles on the conflict between Pompey and Caesar that they were mistaken in attributing the blame solely to this last cause. It wasn’t their discord and rivalry that caused the greatest harm to the republic, but rather their unity and friendship that delivered the first and most significant blow.
Caesar being thus elected consul, began at once to make an interest with the poor and meaner sort, by preferring and establishing laws for planting colonies and dividing lands, lowering the dignity of his office, and turning his consulship into a sort of tribuneship rather. And when Bibulus, his colleague, opposed him, and Cato was prepared to second Bibulus, and assist him vigorously, Caesar brought Pompey upon the hustings, and addressing him in the sight of the people, demanded his opinion upon the laws that were proposed. Pompey gave his approbation. “Then,” said Caesar, “in case any man should offer violence to these laws, will you be reedy to give assistance to the people?” “Yes,” replied Pompey, “I shall be ready, and against those that threaten the sword, I will appear with sword and buckler.” Nothing ever was said or done by Pompey up to that day, that seemed more insolent or overbearing; so that his friends endeavored to apologize for it as a word spoken inadvertently; but by his actions afterwards it appeared plainly that he was totally devoted to Caesar’s service. For on a sudden, contrary to all expectation, he married Julia, the daughter of Caesar, who had been affianced before and was to be married within a few days to Caepio. And to appease Caepio’s wrath, he gave him his own daughter in marriage, who had been espoused before to Faustus, the son of Sylla. Caesar himself married Calpurnia, the daughter of Piso.
After Caesar was elected consul, he immediately started to connect with the poor and lower classes by proposing and establishing laws for planting colonies and distributing land, which lowered the prestige of his office and made his consulship feel more like a tribune’s role. When Bibulus, his colleague, opposed him and Cato was ready to support Bibulus and fight back, Caesar brought Pompey to the public assembly and, in front of everyone, asked his opinion on the proposed laws. Pompey agreed with him. “Then,” Caesar said, “if anyone tries to oppose these laws, will you be ready to help the people?” “Yes,” Pompey replied, “I will be ready, and I will face those who threaten with my sword and shield.” Nothing Pompey had said or done up to that moment seemed more arrogant or overbearing; so his friends tried to downplay it as an accidental remark. However, his later actions made it clear that he was completely committed to Caesar's cause. Unexpectedly, he married Julia, Caesar's daughter, who had been engaged to Caepio and was about to marry him in a few days. To placate Caepio’s anger, Pompey gave him his own daughter in marriage, who had been engaged to Faustus, Sylla’s son. Caesar himself married Calpurnia, Piso's daughter.
Upon this Pompey, filling the city with soldiers, carried all things by force as he pleased. As Bibulus, the consul, was going to the forum, accompanied by Lucullus and Cato, they fell upon him on a sudden and broke his rods; and somebody threw a vessel of ordure upon the head of Bibulus himself; and two tribunes of the people, who escorted him, were desperately wounded in the fray. And thus having cleared the forum of all their adversaries, they got their bill for the division of lands established and passed into an act; and not only so, but the whole populace being taken with this bait, became totally at their devotion, inquiring into nothing and without a word giving their suffrages to whatever they propounded. Thus they confirmed all those acts and decrees of Pompey, which were questioned and contested by Lucullus; and to Caesar they granted the provinces of Gaul, both within and without the Alps, together with Illyricum, for five years, and likewise an army of four entire legions; then they created consuls for the year ensuing, Piso, the father-in-law of Caesar, and Gabinius, the most extravagant of Pompey’s flatterers.
When Pompey filled the city with soldiers, he forcefully took control of everything as he wished. One day, as Bibulus, the consul, was heading to the forum with Lucullus and Cato, they suddenly attacked him and broke his rods. Someone even threw a container of waste on Bibulus’s head, and two tribunes who were with him were seriously injured in the chaos. With all their opponents cleared from the forum, they got their land division bill passed into law. Not only that, but the entire populace, drawn in by this offer, completely submitted to them, failing to question anything and approving whatever was proposed without a word. This way, they ratified all of Pompey’s acts and decrees that Lucullus had disputed. They also granted Caesar the provinces of Gaul, both inside and outside the Alps, along with Illyricum, for five years, and an army of four full legions. Then, they appointed consuls for the following year: Piso, Caesar’s father-in-law, and Gabinius, who was Pompey’s most devoted flatterer.
During all these transactions, Bibulus kept close within doors, nor did he appear publicly in person for the space of eight months together, notwithstanding he was consul, but sent out proclamations full of bitter invectives and accusations against them both. Cato turned prophet, and, as if he had been possessed with a spirit of divination, did nothing else in the senate but foretell what evils should befall the Commonwealth and Pompey. Lucullus pleaded old age, and retired to take his ease, as superannuated for affairs of State; which gave occasion to the saying of Pompey, that the fatigues of luxury were not more seasonable for an old man than those of government. Which in truth proved a reflection upon himself; for he not long after let his fondness for his young wife seduce him also into effeminate habits. He gave all his time to her, and passed his days in her company in country-houses and gardens, paying no heed to what was going on in the forum. Insomuch that Clodius, who was then tribune of the people, began to despise him, and engage in the most audacious attempts. For when he had banished Cicero, and sent away Cato into Cyprus under pretence of military duty, and when Caesar was gone upon his expedition to Gaul, finding the populace now looking to him as the leader who did everything according to their pleasure, he attempted forthwith to repeal some of Pompey’s decrees; he took Tigranes, the captive, out of prison, and kept him about him as his companion; and commenced actions against several of Pompey’s friends, thus designing to try the extent of his power. At last, upon a time when Pompey was present at the hearing of a certain cause, Clodius, accompanied with a crowd of profligate and impudent ruffians, standing up in a place above the rest, put questions to the populace as follows: “Who is the dissolute general? who is the man that seeks another man? who scratches his head with one finger?” and the rabble, upon the signal of his shaking his gown, with a great shout to every question, like singers making, responses in a chorus, made answer, “Pompey.”
During all these events, Bibulus stayed locked inside and didn't show his face in public for eight straight months, even though he was consul. Instead, he sent out announcements filled with harsh insults and accusations against both of them. Cato acted like a prophet, and as if he were possessed with divination, he did nothing in the Senate but predict the disasters that would come to the Commonwealth and Pompey. Lucullus claimed he was too old and chose to retire and relax, feeling too worn out for state affairs, which led to Pompey saying that the burdens of luxury were not more suitable for an old man than those of governance. This was, in fact, a reflection on himself because soon after, he let his attraction to his young wife lead him into effeminate behaviors. He dedicated all his time to her and spent his days with her in country houses and gardens, ignoring what was happening in the forum. As a result, Clodius, who was then tribune of the people, began to disrespect him and engaged in more daring actions. After he banished Cicero and sent Cato off to Cyprus under the pretense of military duty, and with Caesar away on his campaign in Gaul, he found that the public was now looking to him as the one who catered to their desires. He immediately tried to overturn some of Pompey’s decrees; he took Tigranes, the captive, out of prison and had him around as a companion, and he started legal actions against several of Pompey’s supporters, aiming to test the limits of his power. Eventually, during a time when Pompey was present for a certain trial, Clodius, along with a crowd of rowdy and shameless thugs, stood up in a higher place and shouted questions to the crowd: “Who is the reckless general? Who is the man who seeks the other man? Who scratches his head with one finger?” And the mob, responding to his shaking of his gown, shouted back in unison, like singers responding in a chorus, “Pompey.”
This indeed was no small annoyance to Pompey, who was quite unaccustomed to hear anything ill of himself, and unexperienced altogether in such encounters; and he was yet more vexed, when he saw that the senate rejoiced at this foul usage, and regarded it as a just punishment upon him for his treachery to Cicero. But when it came even to blows and wounds in the forum, and that one of Clodius’s bondslaves was apprehended, creeping through the crowd towards Pompey with a sword in his hand, Pompey laid hold of this pretence, though perhaps otherwise apprehensive of Clodius’s insolence and bad language, and never appeared again in the forum during all the time he was tribune, but kept close at home, and passed his time in consulting with his friends, by what means he might best allay the displeasure of the senate and nobles against him. Among other expedients, Culleo advised the divorce of Julia, and to abandon Caesar’s friendship to gain that of the senate; this he would not hearken to. Others again advised him to call home Cicero from banishment, a man who was always the great adversary of Clodius, and as great a favorite of the senate; to this he was easily persuaded. And therefore he brought Cicero’s brother into the forum, attended with a strong party, to petition for his return; where, after a warm dispute, in which several were wounded and some slain, he got the victory over Clodius. No sooner was Cicero returned home upon this decree, but immediately he used his efforts to reconcile the senate to Pompey; and by speaking in favor of the law upon the importation of corn, did again, in effect, make Pompey sovereign lord of all the Roman possessions by sea and land. For by that law, there were placed under his control all ports, markets, and storehouses, and in short, all the concerns both of the merchants and the husbandmen; which gave occasion to the charge brought against it by Clodius, that the law was not made because of the scarcity of corn, but the scarcity of corn was made, that they might pass a law, whereby that power of his, which was now grown feeble and consumptive, might be revived again, and Pompey reinstated in a new empire. Others look upon it as a politic device of Spinther, the consul, whose design it was to secure Pompey in a greater authority, that he himself might be sent in assistance to king Ptolemy. However, it is certain that Canidius, the tribune, preferred a law to dispatch Pompey in the character of an ambassador, without an army, attended only with two lictors, as a mediator betwixt the king and his subjects of Alexandria. Neither did this proposal seem unacceptable to Pompey, though the senate cast it out upon the specious pretence, that they were unwilling to hazard his person. However, there were found several writings scattered about the forum and near the senate-house, intimating how grateful it would be to Ptolemy to have Pompey appointed for his general instead of Spinther. And Timagenes even asserts that Ptolemy went away and left Egypt, not out of necessity, but purely upon the persuasion of Theophanes, who was anxious to give Pompey the opportunity for holding a new command, and gaining further wealth. But Theophanes’s want of honesty does not go so far to make this story credible as does Pompey’s own nature, which was averse, with all its ambition, to such base and disingenuous acts, to render it improbable.
This was definitely a big annoyance for Pompey, who wasn’t used to hearing anything bad about himself and had no experience in such situations; he was even more frustrated when he saw the Senate celebrating this mistreatment, viewing it as a fair punishment for his betrayal of Cicero. But when things escalated to violence in the forum, including one of Clodius’s slaves being caught sneaking through the crowd towards Pompey with a sword, Pompey seized on this excuse, although he was likely already worried about Clodius’s arrogance and insults. He never showed his face in the forum again during his time as tribune, instead staying at home and spending his time talking with friends about how to best ease the Senate's and the nobles' anger towards him. Among other suggestions, Culleo advised him to divorce Julia and cut ties with Caesar to win back the Senate's favor; he refused to listen to that. Others urged him to bring Cicero back from exile, as he was always a major opponent of Clodius and very popular with the Senate; he was easily convinced on this point. Thus, he brought Cicero's brother into the forum, supported by a strong group, to push for Cicero’s return. After a heated argument, in which several people were injured and some killed, he defeated Clodius. As soon as Cicero returned home because of this decree, he immediately worked to repair the Senate's relationship with Pompey. By advocating for the law on importing grain, he effectively made Pompey the supreme ruler of all Roman territories by land and sea. That law placed all ports, markets, and storage facilities, basically all dealings of merchants and farmers, under his control. This led Clodius to claim that the law wasn’t created due to a grain shortage, but rather that the shortage was orchestrated so they could pass a law that would restore Pompey’s diminished power and reestablish him in a new empire. Others deemed it a clever move by Spinther, the consul, aimed at securing more power for Pompey so he could then go help King Ptolemy. However, it’s clear that Canidius, the tribune, pushed for a law that would send Pompey as an ambassador without an army, just accompanied by two lictors, to mediate between the king and his subjects in Alexandria. This proposal didn’t seem unacceptable to Pompey, although the Senate rejected it, claiming they were unwilling to put his life at risk. Still, there were various writings scattered around the forum and near the Senate house hinting how grateful Ptolemy would be to have Pompey as his general instead of Spinther. Timagenes even claims that Ptolemy left Egypt not out of necessity, but purely because of Theophanes’s persuasion, who wanted to give Pompey a new command and help him gain more wealth. However, Theophanes's lack of integrity doesn’t make this story believable as much as Pompey’s own character, which was, despite his ambition, opposed to such low and dishonest actions, making it seem unlikely.
Thus Pompey being appointed chief purveyor, and having within his administration and management all the corn trade, sent abroad his factors and agents into all quarters, and he himself sailing into Sicily, Sardinia, and Africa, collected vast stores of corn. He was just ready to set sail upon his voyage home, when a great storm arose upon the sea, and the ships’ commanders doubted whether it were safe. Upon which Pompey himself went first aboard, and bid the mariners weigh anchor, declaring with a loud voice, that there was a necessity to sail, but no necessity to live. So that with this spirit and courage, and having met with favorable fortune, he made a prosperous return, and filled the markets with corn, and the sea with ships. So much so that this great plenty and abundance of provisions yielded a sufficient supply, not only to the city of Rome, but even to other places too, dispersing itself; like waters from a spring, into all quarters.
So, Pompey was appointed as the main supplier and took charge of the entire grain trade. He sent his agents out to all corners of the world and sailed to Sicily, Sardinia, and Africa, gathering a huge amount of grain. Just as he was about to set sail for home, a major storm hit the sea, and the ship captains were unsure if it was safe to travel. But Pompey went aboard first and told the sailors to weigh anchor, emphatically saying that while it was necessary to sail, it wasn't necessary to live. With that kind of spirit and courage, and having good fortune on his side, he made a successful return, filling the markets with grain and the sea with ships. The abundance of supplies was enough not just for the city of Rome, but also for other places, spreading out like water from a spring to all areas.
Meantime Caesar grew great and famous with his wars in Gaul, and while in appearance he seemed far distant from Rome, entangled in the affairs of the Belgians, Suevians, and Britons, in truth he was working craftily by secret practices in the midst of the people, and countermining Pompey in all political matters of most importance. He himself with his army close about him, as if it had been his own body, not with mere views of conquest over the barbarians, but as though his contests with them were but mere sports and exercises of the chase, did his utmost with this training and discipline to make it invincible and alarming. And in the meantime his gold and silver and other spoils and treasure which he took from the enemy in his conquests, he sent to Rome in presents, tempting people with his gifts, and aiding aediles, praetors, and consuls, as also their wives, in their expenses, and thus purchasing himself numerous friends. Insomuch, that when he passed back again over the Alps, and took up his winter quarters in the city of Luca, there flocked to him an infinite number of men and women, striving who should get first to him, two hundred senators included, among whom were Pompey and Crassus; so that there were to be seen at once before Caesar’s door no less than six score rods of proconsuls and praetors. The rest of his addressers he sent all away full fraught with hopes and money; but with Crassus and Pompey, he entered into special articles of agreement, that they should stand candidates for the consulship next year; that Caesar on his part should send a number of his soldiers to give their votes at the election; that as soon as they were elected, they should use their interest to have the command of some provinces and legions assigned to themselves, and that Caesar should have his present charge confirmed to him for five years more. When these arrangements came to be generally known, great indignation was excited among the chief men in Rome; and Marcellinus, in an open assembly of the people, demanded of them both, whether they designed to sue for the consulship or no. And being urged by the people for their answer, Pompey spoke first, and told them, perhaps he would sue for it, perhaps he would not. Crassus was more temperate, and said, that he would do what should be judged most agreeable with the interest of the Commonwealth; and when Marcellinus persisted in his attack on Pompey, and spoke, as it was thought, with some vehemence, Pompey remarked that Marcellinus was certainly the unfairest of men, to show him no gratitude for having thus made him an orator out of a mute, and converted him from a hungry starveling into a man so full-fed that he could not contain himself.
Meanwhile, Caesar became great and famous through his wars in Gaul. While he appeared to be far removed from Rome, caught up in the affairs of the Belgians, Suevians, and Britons, he was actually working behind the scenes, cleverly undermining Pompey in important political matters. With his army close by, almost like an extension of himself, he viewed his battles with the barbarians not merely as conquests but more like games and hunting exercises. He did everything he could to train his forces to be unbeatable and intimidating. At the same time, he sent treasures of gold, silver, and spoils from his conquests back to Rome as gifts, enticing people with his generosity while supporting aediles, praetors, and consuls in their finances, thereby gaining numerous allies. So, when he returned over the Alps and settled in the city of Luca for the winter, a huge crowd of men and women rushed to him, eager to see him, including two hundred senators, among them Pompey and Crassus. Before Caesar's door, there were as many as eighty rods of proconsuls and praetors. He dismissed the others, filled with hopes and money, but he made specific agreements with Crassus and Pompey to run for the consulship the following year. Caesar would send some of his soldiers to vote in the elections, and once elected, they would use their influence to secure command of provinces and legions for themselves, while Caesar would have his current position confirmed for five more years. When this became known, it sparked great anger among the leading figures in Rome. Marcellinus publicly demanded both of them clarify whether they intended to run for the consulship. Pressured for an answer, Pompey replied that he might run or he might not. Crassus was more measured, saying he would do what seemed best for the Commonwealth. And when Marcellinus continued pressing Pompey, speaking with a bit of passion, Pompey remarked that Marcellinus was certainly the most unfair man, having no gratitude for turning him from a mute into an orator and from a starving wretch into someone so well-fed he could hardly contain himself.
Most of the candidates nevertheless abandoned their canvass for the consulship; Cato alone persuaded and encouraged Lucius Domitius not to desist, “since,” said he, “the contest now is not for office, but for liberty against tyrants and usurpers.” Therefore those of Pompey’s party, fearing this inflexible constancy in Cato, by which he kept with him the whole senate, lest by this he should likewise pervert and draw after him all the well-affected part of the commonalty, resolved to withstand Domitius at once, and to prevent his entrance into the forum. To this end, therefore, they sent in a band of armed men, who slew the torchbearer of Domitius, as he was leading the way before him, and put all the rest to flight; last of all, Cato himself retired, having received a wound in his right arm while defending Domitius. Thus by these means and practices they obtained the consulship; neither did they behave themselves with more decency in their further proceedings; but in the first place, when the people were choosing Cato praetor, and just ready with their votes for the poll, Pompey broke up the assembly, upon a pretext of some inauspicious appearance, and having gained the tribes by money, they publicly proclaimed Vatinius praetor. Then, in pursuance of their covenants with Caesar, they introduced several laws by Trebonius, the tribune, continuing Caesar’s commission to another five years’ charge of his province; to Crassus there were appointed Syria, and the Parthian war; and to Pompey himself, all Africa, together with both Spains, and four legions of soldiers, two of which he lent to Caesar upon his request, for the wars in Gaul.
Most of the candidates eventually gave up their campaign for the consulship; Cato alone convinced and encouraged Lucius Domitius not to give in, saying, “the fight now is not for an office, but for freedom against tyrants and usurpers.” Because of this unwavering determination in Cato, who had the entire senate on his side, those in Pompey's camp, worried that he would also sway and rally all the supportive citizens, decided to confront Domitius directly and stop him from entering the forum. To achieve this, they sent in a group of armed men, who killed Domitius's torchbearer as he was leading the way and scattered everyone else; finally, Cato himself withdrew, having sustained a wound in his right arm while defending Domitius. Through these actions and tactics, they secured the consulship; their behavior only worsened in the proceedings that followed. Firstly, when the people were about to vote for Cato as praetor, Pompey disrupted the assembly under the pretense of an ominous sign, and having bribed the tribes, they publicly declared Vatinius praetor. Then, in accordance with their agreements with Caesar, they introduced several laws through Trebonius, the tribune, extending Caesar's command of his province for another five years; Crassus was assigned Syria and the Parthian war; and Pompey was given all of Africa, both Spains, and four legions of soldiers, two of which he lent to Caesar at his request for the wars in Gaul.
Crassus, upon the expiration of his consulship, departed forthwith into his province; but Pompey spent some time in Rome, upon the opening or dedication of his theater, where he treated the people with all sorts of games, shows, and exercises, in gymnastics alike and in music. There was likewise the hunting or baiting of wild beasts, and combats with them, in which five hundred lions were slain; but above all, the battle of elephants was a spectacle full of horror and amazement.
Crassus, after his term as consul ended, immediately went to his province; however, Pompey stayed in Rome for a while to open his theater. He entertained the people with various games, shows, and exhibitions, including gymnastics and music. There were also wild beast hunts and fights, where five hundred lions were killed; but most notably, the battle of the elephants was a terrifying and astonishing spectacle.
These entertainments brought him great honor and popularity; but on the other side he created no less envy to himself, in that he committed the government of his provinces and legions into the hands of friends as his lieutenants, whilst he himself was going about and spending his time with his wife in all the places of amusement in Italy; whether it were he was so fond of her himself, or she so fond of him, and he unable to distress her by going away, for this also is stated. And the love displayed by this young wife for her elderly husband was a matter of general note, to be attributed, it would seem, to his constancy in married life, and to his dignity of manner, which in familiar intercourse was tempered with grace and gentleness, and was particularly attractive to women, as even Flora, the courtesan, may be thought good enough evidence to prove. It once happened in a public assembly, as they were at an election of the aediles, that the people came to blows, and several about Pompey were slain, so that he, finding himself all bloody, ordered a change of apparel; but the servants who brought home his clothes, making a great bustle and hurry about the house, it chanced that the young lady, who was then with child, saw his gown all stained with blood; upon which she dropped immediately into a swoon, and was hardly brought to life again; however, what with her fright and suffering, she fell into labor and miscarried; even those who chiefly censured Pompey for his friendship to Caesar, could not reprove him for his affection to so attached a wife. Afterwards she was great again, and brought to bed of a daughter, but died in childbed; neither did the infant outlive her mother many days. Pompey had prepared all things for the interment of her corpse at his house near Alba, but the people seized upon it by force, and performed the solemnities in the field of Mars, rather in compassion for the young lady, than in favor either for Pompey or Caesar; and yet of these two, the people seemed at that time to pay Caesar a greater share of honor in his absence, than to Pompey, though he was present.
These entertainment events earned him a lot of respect and popularity; however, they also stirred up equal amounts of jealousy since he handed over the governance of his provinces and legions to friends as lieutenants while he spent his time enjoying life with his wife at various attractions in Italy. Whether he was particularly fond of her, or she was equally in love with him, or he didn’t want to upset her by leaving, is also mentioned. The affection shown by this young wife for her older husband was widely noted, likely due to his loyalty in marriage and his dignified manner, which, in casual interactions, was softened by charm and kindness that were especially appealing to women, as even Flora, the courtesan, might serve as good evidence of this. One time, during a public assembly at an aediles' election, a fight broke out among the crowd, resulting in several injuries and deaths among those around Pompey. He ended up covered in blood and ordered a change of clothes. However, when the servants hurriedly brought home his garments, the young lady, who was pregnant at the time, saw his blood-stained gown and immediately fainted, barely coming back to consciousness. Unfortunately, her shock and distress triggered labor, leading to a miscarriage. Even those who criticized Pompey for his friendship with Caesar couldn’t fault him for his affection toward such a devoted wife. Later, she became pregnant again and gave birth to a daughter, but tragically died in childbirth; the infant did not survive long after her mother. Pompey had arranged for her burial at his house near Alba, but the public forcibly took her body and conducted the funeral rites in the Field of Mars, motivated more by sympathy for the young lady than out of support for either Pompey or Caesar. Yet at that moment, it seemed the people honored Caesar more in his absence than they did Pompey, who was present.
For the city now at once began to roll and swell, so to say, with the stir of the coming storm. Things everywhere were in a state of agitation, and everybody’s discourse tended to division, now that death had put an end to that relation which hitherto had been a disguise rather than restraint to the ambition of these men. Besides, not long after came messengers from Parthia with intelligence of the death of Crassus there, by which another safeguard against civil war was removed, since both Caesar and Pompey kept their eyes on Crassus, and awe of him held them together more or less within the bounds of fair-dealing all his lifetime. But when fortune had taken away this second, whose province it might have been to revenge the quarrel of the conquered, you might then say with the comic poet,
For the city began to stir and swell, so to speak, with the energy of the coming storm. Everything was in a state of turmoil, and everyone’s conversations leaned towards division, now that death had ended the relationship that had previously acted more as a disguise than a restraint on these men’s ambitions. Furthermore, soon after, messengers arrived from Parthia with news of Crassus's death, which removed yet another safeguard against civil war. Both Caesar and Pompey had kept their eyes on Crassus, and his presence had kept them somewhat in check, adhering to fair play throughout his life. But once fortune took away this second figure, who might have had the role of avenging the defeat, you could then say with the comic poet,
The combatants are waiting to begin,
Smearing their hands with dust and oiling each his skin.
The fighters are ready to start,
Covering their hands in dirt and oiling their skin.
So inconsiderable a thing is fortune in respect of human nature, and so insufficient to give content to a covetous mind, that an empire of that mighty extent and sway could not satisfy the ambition of two men; and though they knew and had read, that
So insignificant is luck when it comes to human nature, and so inadequate to satisfy a greedy mind, that an empire of such vast size and power couldn't fulfill the ambitions of two men; and even though they knew and had read that
The gods, when they divided out ’twixt three,
This massive universe, heaven, hell, and sea,
Each one sat down contented on his throne,
And undisturbed each god enjoys his own,
The gods, when they split the vast universe,
Heaven, hell, and the sea,
Each settled down happily on his throne,
And peacefully, each god enjoys his own,
yet they thought the whole Roman empire not sufficient to contain them, though they were but two.
yet they believed the entire Roman Empire wasn't enough to hold them, even though they were just two.
Pompey once in an oration to the people, told them, that he had always come into office before he expected he should, and that he had always left it sooner than they expected he would; and, indeed, the disbanding of all his armies witnessed as much. Yet when he perceived that Caesar would not so willingly discharge his forces, he endeavored to strengthen himself against him by offices and commands in the city; but beyond this he showed no desire for any change, and would not seem to distrust, but rather to disregard and contemn him. And when he saw how they bestowed the places of government quite contrary to his wishes, because the citizens were bribed in their elections, he let things take their course, and allowed the city to be left without any government at all. Hereupon there was mention straightaway made of appointing a dictator. Lucilius, a tribune of the people, was the man who first adventured to propose it, urging the people to make Pompey dictator. But the tribune was in danger of being turned out of his office, by the opposition that Cato made against it. And for Pompey, many of his friends appeared and excused him, alleging that he never was desirous of that government, neither would he accept of it. And when Cato therefore made a speech in commendation of Pompey, and exhorted him to support the cause of good order in the Commonwealth, he could not for shame but yield to it, and so for the present Domitius and Messala were elected consuls. But shortly afterwards, when there was another anarchy, or vacancy in the government, and the talk of a dictator was much louder and more general than before, those of Cato’s party, fearing lest they should be forced to appoint Pompey, thought it policy to keep him from that arbitrary and tyrannical power, by giving him an office of more legal authority. Bibulus himself, who was Pompey’s enemy, first gave his vote in the senate, that Pompey should be created consul alone; alleging, that by these means either the Commonwealth would be freed from its present confusion, or that its bondage should be lessened by serving the worthiest. This was looked upon as a very strange opinion, considering the man that spoke it; and therefore on Cato’s standing up, everybody expected that he would have opposed it; but after silence made, he said that he would never have been the author of that advice himself, but since it was propounded by another, his advice was to follow it, adding, that any form of government was better than none at all; and that in a time so full of distraction, he thought no man fitter to govern than Pompey. This counsel was unanimously approved of, and a decree passed that Pompey should be made sole consul, with this clause, that if he thought it necessary to have a colleague, he might choose whom he pleased, provided it were not till after two months expired.
Once, in a speech to the people, Pompey said he had always taken office earlier than expected and left it sooner than anticipated. The disbanding of all his armies proved this. However, when he realized that Caesar wasn’t as willing to disband his forces, Pompey tried to secure his position by taking on roles and commands in the city. Beyond that, he showed no desire for change and didn’t want to appear distrustful; instead, he seemed to trivialize Caesar. When he noticed the government positions being filled against his wishes because citizens were bribed during elections, he let things unfold and allowed the city to remain without any government. Then, there was immediate talk of appointing a dictator. Lucilius, a tribune of the people, was the first to suggest it, urging the citizens to make Pompey the dictator. However, the tribune faced the risk of being removed from his position due to Cato's opposition. Meanwhile, many of Pompey's friends defended him, claiming he didn’t desire that role and wouldn’t accept it. When Cato praised Pompey and urged him to support order in the Commonwealth, Pompey felt compelled to agree, and Domitius and Messala were elected consuls for the time being. Shortly after, when another political void created more noise about appointing a dictator, Cato’s supporters feared they might have to choose Pompey. To prevent his rise to that unchecked power, they thought it wise to give him a role with more legitimate authority. Surprisingly, Bibulus, who was an enemy of Pompey, was the first to vote in the Senate for Pompey to become consul alone, claiming this would either free the Commonwealth from its current chaos or reduce its bondage by placing it in the hands of the most capable. This opinion was seen as quite strange, given who had expressed it, so when Cato stood up, everyone expected him to oppose it. However, after a moment of silence, he said he wouldn’t have proposed that idea himself, but since it was brought up by someone else, he suggested they go with it, noting that any form of government was better than none, and in such turbulent times, he believed no one was better suited to lead than Pompey. This advice was unanimously supported, and a decree was passed to make Pompey the sole consul, with the condition that if he saw the need for a colleague, he could choose anyone he liked, but not until after two months had passed.
Thus was Pompey created and declared sole consul by Sulpicius, regent in this vacancy; upon which he made very cordial acknowledgments to Cato, professing himself much his debtor, and requesting his good advice in conducting the government; to this Cato replied, that Pompey had no reason to thank him, for all that he had said was for the service of the commonwealth, not of Pompey; but that he would be always ready to give his advice privately, if he were asked for it; and if not, he should not fail to say what he thought in public. Such was Cato’s conduct on all occasions.
Thus, Pompey was appointed and announced as the sole consul by Sulpicius, who was managing the vacancy. In response, he expressed deep gratitude to Cato, saying he owed him a lot, and asked for his advice on running the government. Cato replied that Pompey didn’t need to thank him, as everything he said was for the good of the state, not for Pompey himself. However, he would always be willing to give his advice privately if asked; if not, he wouldn’t hesitate to voice his opinions publicly. This was how Cato acted in all situations.
On his return into the city Pompey married Cornelia, the daughter of Metellus Scipio, not a maiden, but lately left a widow by Publius, the son of Crassus, her first husband, who had been killed in Parthia. The young lady had other attractions besides those of youth and beauty; for she was highly educated, played well upon the lute, understood geometry, and had been accustomed to listen with profit to lectures on philosophy; all this, too, without in any degree becoming unamiable or pretentious, as sometimes young women do when they pursue such studies. Nor could any fault be found either with her father’s family or reputation. The disparity of their ages was however not liked by everybody; Cornelia being in this respect a fitter match for Pompey’s son. And wiser judges thought it rather a slight upon the commonwealth when he, to whom alone they had committed their broken fortunes, and from whom alone, as from their physician, they expected a cure to these distractions, went about crowned with garlands and celebrating his nuptial feasts; never considering, that his very consulship was a public calamity, which would never have been given him, contrary to the rules of law, had his country been in a flourishing state. Afterwards, however, he took cognizance of the cases of those that had obtained offices by gifts and bribery, and enacted laws and ordinances, setting forth the rules of judgment by which they should be arraigned; and regulating all things with gravity and justice, he restored security, order, and silence to their courts of judicature, himself giving his presence there with a band of soldiers. But when his father-in-law Scipio was accused, he sent for the three hundred and sixty judges to his house, and entreated them to be favorable to him; whereupon his accuser, seeing Scipio come into the court, accompanied by the judges themselves, withdrew the prosecution. Upon this Pompey was very ill spoken of, and much worse in the case of Plancus; for whereas he himself had made a law, putting a stop to the practice of making speeches in praise of persons under trial, yet notwithstanding this prohibition, he came into court, and spoke openly in commendation of Plancus, insomuch that Cato, who happened to be one of the judges at that time, stopping his ears with his hands, told him, he could not in conscience listen to commendations contrary to law. Cato upon this was refused, and set aside from being a judge, before sentence was given, but Plancus was condemned by the rest of the judges, to Pompey’s dishonor. Shortly after, Hypsaeus, a man of consular dignity, who was under accusation, waited for Pompey’s return from his bath to his supper, and falling down at his feet, implored his favor; but he disdainfully passed him by, saying, that he did nothing else but spoil his supper. Such partiality was looked upon as a great fault in Pompey, and highly condemned; however, he managed all things else discreetly, and having put the government in very good order, he chose his father-in-law to be his colleague in the consulship for the last five months. His provinces were continued to him for the term of four years longer, with a commission to take one thousand talents yearly out of the treasury for the payment of his army.
When Pompey returned to the city, he married Cornelia, the daughter of Metellus Scipio. She wasn't a young maiden but a widow, recently left by her first husband, Publius, the son of Crassus, who had been killed in Parthia. Cornelia was more than just youthful and beautiful; she was well-educated, played the lute beautifully, understood geometry, and enjoyed listening to philosophy lectures, all while remaining charming and unpretentious, which isn't always the case with young women who pursue such studies. No one could find fault with her family's background or reputation. However, some people disapproved of their age difference, feeling Cornelia would have been a better match for Pompey’s son. Moreover, some wiser individuals thought it was disrespectful to the state that he, the one they trusted to restore their fortunes and who was their hope for a solution to their troubles, was parading around in garlands and celebrating his wedding while their republic faced serious issues. They often overlooked that his consulship was a public misfortune that wouldn't have been granted under normal circumstances if the country had been thriving. Later, he addressed cases of individuals who had gained their positions through gifts and bribes, established laws for their prosecution, and restored security, order, and calm to the courts, personally attending with a band of soldiers. However, when his father-in-law Scipio was accused, he invited the 360 judges to his home and asked them to show him favor. Seeing Scipio enter the court with the judges, his accuser withdrew the case. This led to Pompey facing harsh criticism, especially concerning Plancus. Despite having enacted a law to prohibit speeches praising those on trial, he entered the courtroom and openly praised Plancus. Cato, also a judge at that time, covered his ears and told Pompey he couldn’t in good conscience listen to praise that went against the law. As a result, Cato was dismissed from judging before the verdict, while Plancus was condemned by the other judges, which brought dishonor to Pompey. Not long after, Hypsaeus, a man of consular rank facing charges, waited for Pompey to return from his bath to dinner and fell at his feet, pleading for his support. Pompey coldly ignored him, saying he was only ruining his dinner. This kind of favoritism drew a lot of negative attention and disapproval toward Pompey, but overall he managed things wisely. He secured his father's position as his colleague in the consulship for the last five months. His provinces were extended for another four years, with permission to withdraw one thousand talents annually from the treasury to pay his army.
This gave occasion to some of Caesar’s friends to think it reasonable, that some consideration should be had of him too, who had done such signal services in war, and fought so many battles for the empire, alleging, that he deserved at least a second consulship, or to have the government of his province continued, that so he might command and enjoy in peace what he had obtained in war, and no successor come in to reap the fruits of his labor, and carry off the glory of his actions. There arising some debate about this matter, Pompey took upon him, as it were out of kindness to Caesar, to plead his cause, and allay any jealousy that was conceived against him, telling them, that he had letters from Caesar, expressing his desire for a successor, and his own discharge from the command; but it would be only right that they should give him leave to stand for the consulship though in his absence. But those of Cato’s party withstood this, saying, that if he expected any favor from the citizens, he ought to leave his army, and come in a private capacity to canvas for it. And Pompey’s making no rejoinder, but letting it pass as a matter in which he was overruled, increased the suspicion of his real feelings towards Caesar. Presently, also, under presence of a war with Parthia, he sent for his two legions which he had lent him. However, Caesar, though he well knew why they were asked for, sent them home very liberally rewarded.
This led some of Caesar's friends to think it was reasonable that he should also be considered since he had provided such outstanding services in war and fought so many battles for the empire. They argued that he deserved at least a second consulship or to have the government of his province continued so he could command and enjoy in peace what he had earned in battle, without a successor coming in to take the fruits of his labor and claim the glory of his achievements. As a debate arose on this matter, Pompey took it upon himself, as a gesture of goodwill toward Caesar, to advocate for him and ease any jealousy directed at him. He told them he had received letters from Caesar expressing his desire for a successor and his own release from command, but it would only be fair to allow him to run for the consulship even in his absence. However, those aligned with Cato opposed this, stating that if he wanted any support from the citizens, he should leave his army and come back as a private citizen to campaign for it. Pompey’s lack of response, letting the issue stand as one he was overruled on, heightened suspicion about his true feelings toward Caesar. Soon after, under the pretext of a war with Parthia, he requested the return of the two legions he had lent Caesar. Nevertheless, Caesar, fully aware of the real reason behind the request, sent them back generously rewarded.
About that time Pompey recovered of a dangerous fit of sickness which seized him at Naples, where the whole city, upon the suggestion of Praxagoras, made sacrifices of thanksgiving to the gods for his recovery. The neighboring towns likewise happening to follow their example, the thing then went its course throughout all Italy, so that there was not a city either great or small, that did not feast and rejoice for many days together. And the company of those that came from all parts to meet him was so numerous, that no place was able to contain them, but the villages, seaport towns, and the very highways, were all full of people, feasting and sacrificing to the gods. Nay, many went to meet him with garlands on their heads, and flambeaux in their hands, casting flowers and nosegays upon him as he went along; so that this progress of his, and reception, was one of the noblest and most glorious sights imaginable. And yet it is thought that this very thing was not one of the least causes and occasions of the civil war. For Pompey, yielding to a feeling of exultation, which in the greatness of the present display of joy lost sight of more solid grounds of consideration, and abandoning that prudent temper which had guided him hitherto to a safe use of all his good fortune and his successes, gave himself up to an extravagant confidence in his own, and contempt of Caesar’s power; insomuch that he thought neither force of arms nor care necessary against him, but that he could pull him down much easier than he had set him up. Besides this, Appius, under whose command those legions which Pompey lent to Caesar were returned, coming lately out of Gaul, spoke slightingly of Caesar’s actions there, and spread scandalous reports about him, at the same time telling Pompey, that he was unacquainted with his own strength and reputation, if he made use of any other forces against Caesar than Caesar’s own; for such was the soldiers’ hatred to Caesar, and their love to Pompey so great, that they would all come over to him upon his first appearance. By these flatteries Pompey was so puffed up, and led on into such a careless security, that he could not choose but laugh at those who seemed to fear a war; and when some were saying, that if Caesar should march against the city, they could not see what forces there were to resist him, he replied with a smile, bidding them be in no concern, “for,” said he, “whenever I stamp with my foot in any part of Italy, there will rise up forces enough in an instant, both horse and foot.”
Around that time, Pompey recovered from a serious illness he had in Naples, where the entire city, following Praxagoras' suggestion, held sacrifices of thanks to the gods for his recovery. Neighboring towns also followed suit, and soon, every city in Italy, big or small, was celebrating with feasts and joy for many days. The crowd that gathered from all over to greet him was so large that no single place could hold them; villages, ports, and even the roads were crowded with people celebrating and making sacrifices to the gods. Many came to meet him wearing garlands and carrying torches, throwing flowers and bouquets at him as he passed by, making this journey and reception one of the most impressive and glorious sights one could imagine. Yet, this very celebration is believed to be one of the main reasons for the civil war. Pompey, caught up in the excitement and grandeur of the moment, lost sight of more practical considerations and let go of the cautious attitude that had kept him safe in his previous successes. He became overly confident in his own power and dismissive of Caesar’s, believing he didn't need any military strength or strategy against him, thinking it would be easier to take Caesar down than it had been to elevate him. Additionally, Appius, who had recently returned from Gaul with the legions that Pompey lent to Caesar, spoke negatively about Caesar's actions there and spread slanderous rumors. He told Pompey that he didn't realize his own strength and reputation if he considered using any forces against Caesar other than Caesar's own troops; the soldiers hated Caesar so much and loved Pompey so greatly that they would all side with him at the first opportunity. These flatteries puffed Pompey up and led him into a careless sense of security, to the point where he couldn't help but laugh at those who seemed worried about the possibility of war. When some expressed concern about what forces could resist Caesar if he marched against the city, he smiled and reassured them, saying, "Whenever I stamp my foot in any part of Italy, troops, both cavalry and infantry, will spring up in an instant."
Caesar, on the other side, was more and more vigorous in his proceedings, himself always at hand about the frontiers of Italy, and sending his soldiers continually into the city to attend all elections with their votes. Besides, he corrupted several of the magistrates, and kept them in his pay; among others, Paulus, the consul, who was brought over by a bribe of one thousand and five hundred talents; and Curio, tribune of the people, by a discharge of the debts with which he was overwhelmed; together with Mark Antony, who, out of friendship to Curio, had become bound with him in the same obligations for them all. And it was stated as a fact, that a centurion of Caesar’s waiting at the senate-house, and hearing that the senate refused to give him a longer term of his government, clapped his hand upon his sword, and said, “But this shall give it.” And indeed all his practices and preparations seemed to bear this appearance. Curio’s demands, however, and requests in favor of Caesar, were more popular in appearance; for he desired one of these two things, either that Pompey also should be called upon to resign his army, or that Caesar’s should not be taken away from him; for if both of them became private persons, both would be satisfied with simple justice; or if both retained their present power, each being a match for the other, they would be contented with what they already had; but he that weakens one, does at the same time strengthen the other, and so doubles that very strength and power which he stood in fear of before. Marcellus, the consul, replied nothing to all this, but that Caesar was a robber, and should be proclaimed an enemy to the state, if he did not disband his army. However, Curio, with the assistance of Antony and Piso, prevailed, that the matter in debate should be put to the question, and decided by vote in the senate. So that it being ordered upon the question for those to withdraw, who were of opinion that Caesar only should lay down his army and Pompey command, the majority withdrew. But when it was ordered again for those to withdraw, whose vote was that both should lay down their arms and neither command, there were but twenty-two for Pompey, all the rest remained on Curio’s side. Whereupon he, as one proud of his conquest, leaped out in triumph among the people, who received him with as great tokens of joy, clapping their hands, and crowning him with garlands and flowers. Pompey was not then present in the senate, because it is not lawful for generals in command of an army to come into the city. But Marcellus rising up, said, that he would not sit there hearing speeches, when he saw ten legions already passing the Alps on their march toward the city, but on his own authority would send someone to oppose them in defense of the country.
Caesar, on the other hand, was increasingly active in his efforts, always present near the borders of Italy and continually sending his soldiers into the city to vote in all elections. Additionally, he bribed several magistrates to keep them loyal; among them were Paulus, the consul, who was persuaded with a bribe of one thousand five hundred talents, and Curio, the tribune of the people, who was relieved of his overwhelming debts, along with Mark Antony, who, out of friendship for Curio, had backed him in those same debts. It was reported that a centurion of Caesar's, waiting at the senate house and hearing that the senate refused to extend his term of governance, placed his hand on his sword and said, “But this will make it happen.” Indeed, all of Caesar's actions and preparations hinted at this intention. Curio’s requests in favor of Caesar appeared more palatable; he wanted one of two things: either Pompey should also be asked to disband his army, or Caesar’s army should not be taken from him. If both were reduced to private citizens, they would be satisfied with simple fairness; or if both maintained their current power with each being a counterbalance to the other, they would be content with what they had. However, weakening one only served to strengthen the other, effectively doubling the very power he feared. Marcellus, the consul, didn’t respond to any of this except to declare that Caesar was a robber and should be labeled an enemy of the state if he did not disband his army. Nonetheless, Curio, with the support of Antony and Piso, managed to get the issue brought to a vote in the senate. So, when it was called for those who thought Caesar alone should disband his army while Pompey retained command to leave the room, the majority chose to withdraw. But when it was ordered again for those who wanted both to lay down their arms and neither to command to withdraw, only twenty-two sided with Pompey; the rest stayed with Curio. Proud of his victory, he jumped out triumphantly among the crowd, who greeted him with joy, clapping their hands and showering him with garlands and flowers. Pompey was not present in the senate at the time because it is illegal for generals with an army to enter the city. But Marcellus stood up and stated that he would not sit in silence while he saw ten legions already crossing the Alps on their way to the city, and on his own authority, he would send someone to resist them in defense of the nation.
Upon this the city went into mourning, as in a public calamity, and Marcellus, accompanied by the senate, went solemnly through the forum to meet Pompey, and made him this address. “I hereby give you orders, O Pompey, to defend your country, to employ the troops you now command, and to levy more.” Lentulus, consul elect for the year following, spoke to the same purpose. Antony, however, contrary to the will of the senate, having in a public assembly read a letter of Caesar’s, containing various plausible overtures such as were likely to gain the common people, proposing, namely, that both Pompey and he quitting their governments, and dismissing their armies, should submit to the judgment of the people, and give an account of their actions before them, the consequence was that when Pompey began to make his levies, he found himself disappointed in his expectations. Some few, indeed, came in, but those very unwillingly; others would not answer to their names, and the generality cried out for peace. Lentulus, notwithstanding he was now entered upon his consulship, would not assemble the senate; but Cicero, who was lately returned from Cilicia, labored for a reconciliation, proposing that Caesar should leave his province of Gaul and army, reserving two legions only, together with the government of Illyricum, and should thus be put in nomination for a second consulship. Pompey disliking this motion, Caesar’s friends were contented that he should surrender one of the two; but Lentulus still opposing, and Cato crying out that Pompey did ill to be deceived again, the reconciliation did not take effect.
After this, the city went into mourning, like during a public disaster, and Marcellus, along with the senate, solemnly walked through the forum to meet Pompey, delivering this message: “I order you, Pompey, to defend your country, to use the troops you currently command, and to recruit more.” Lentulus, the consul elect for the following year, spoke similarly. However, Antony, going against the wishes of the senate, read a letter from Caesar in a public assembly. The letter contained various attractive proposals likely to sway the common people, suggesting that both Pompey and he should give up their positions and disband their armies, submitting their actions to the judgment of the people. As a result, when Pompey started his recruitment, he was disappointed by the outcome. A few people did join, but very reluctantly; others did not respond to their names, and most called for peace. Even though Lentulus had just begun his consulship, he refused to gather the senate. Meanwhile, Cicero, who had recently returned from Cilicia, worked for a reconciliation, suggesting that Caesar leave his province of Gaul and his army, keeping only two legions and the governorship of Illyricum, and thereby be nominated for a second consulship. Pompey disliked this proposal, and while Caesar's friends agreed to his surrendering one of the two legions, Lentulus continued to oppose it, with Cato insisting that Pompey was foolish to be tricked again, leading to the failure of the reconciliation.
In the meantime, news was brought that Caesar had occupied Ariminum, a great city in Italy, and was marching directly towards Rome with all his forces. But this latter was altogether false, for he had no more with him at that time than three hundred horse and five thousand foot; and he did not mean to tarry for the body of his army, which lay beyond the Alps, choosing rather to fall in on a sudden upon his enemies, while they were in confusion, and did not expect him, than to give them time, and fight them after they had made preparations. For when he came to the banks of the Rubicon, a river that made the bounds of his province, there he made a halt, pausing a little, and considering, we may suppose, with himself the greatness of the enterprise which he had undertaken; then, at last, like men that are throwing themselves headlong from some precipice into a vast abyss, having shut, as it were, his mind’s eyes and put away from his sight the idea of danger, he merely uttered to those near him in Greek the words, “Anerriphtho kubos,” (let the die be cast,) and led his army through it. No sooner was the news arrived, but there was an uproar throughout all the city, and a consternation in the people even to astonishment, such as never was known in Rome before; all the senate ran immediately to Pompey, and the magistrates followed. And when Tullus made inquiry about his legions and forces, Pompey seemed to pause a little, and answered with some hesitation, that he had those two legions ready that Caesar sent back, and that out of the men who had been previously enrolled he believed he could shortly make up a body of thirty thousand men. On which Tullus crying out aloud, “O Pompey, you have deceived us,” gave his advice to send off a deputation to Caesar. Favonius, a man of fair character, except that he used to suppose his own petulance and abusive talking a copy of Cato’s straight-forwardness, bade Pompey stamp upon the ground, and call forth the forces he had promised. But Pompey bore patiently with this unseasonable raillery; and on Cato putting him in mind of what he had foretold from the very beginning about Caesar, made this answer only, that Cato indeed had spoken more like a prophet, but he had acted more like a friend. Cato then advised them to choose Pompey general with absolute power and authority, saying that the same men who do great evils, know best how to cure them. He himself went his way forthwith into Sicily, the province that was allotted him, and all the rest of the senators likewise departed every one to his respective government.
In the meantime, news came that Caesar had taken Ariminum, a major city in Italy, and was heading straight for Rome with all his troops. However, that was completely false, as he had only about three hundred cavalry and five thousand infantry with him at that moment; he wasn’t planning to wait for the rest of his army, which was stationed beyond the Alps. Instead, he preferred to strike unexpectedly while his enemies were confused and unprepared, rather than giving them time to ready themselves for a fight. When he reached the banks of the Rubicon, which marked the boundary of his province, he paused for a moment, likely contemplating the significance of his bold move. Then, at last, like someone throwing themselves off a cliff into a vast chasm, having closed his mind to the idea of danger, he simply said to those nearby in Greek, “Anerriphtho kubos,” (let the die be cast,) and led his troops across. As soon as the news spread, chaos erupted throughout the city, and the people were filled with a level of shock never before seen in Rome; the entire Senate rushed to Pompey, followed by the magistrates. When Tullus asked about his legions and forces, Pompey hesitated a bit, claiming that he had the two legions Caesar had sent back, and he believed he could quickly gather a force of thirty thousand men from those previously enlisted. Hearing this, Tullus shouted, “Oh Pompey, you have deceived us,” and suggested sending a delegation to Caesar. Favonius, a man of good character except for thinking his own arrogance and insults were as virtuous as Cato’s honesty, urged Pompey to stomp the ground and call forth the promised forces. But Pompey endured this untimely mockery patiently; and when Cato reminded him of his early warnings about Caesar, he replied that Cato had indeed spoken like a prophet, but he had acted more like a friend. Cato then advised them to appoint Pompey as general with full power, saying that those who create great evils are often best suited to fix them. He then immediately left for Sicily, the province assigned to him, and the other senators also went to their respective regions.
Thus all Italy in a manner being up in arms, no one could say what was best to be done. For those that were without, came from all parts flocking into the city; and they who were within, seeing the confusion and disorder so great there, all good things impotent, and disobedience and insubordination grown too strong to be controlled by the magistrates, were quitting it as fast as the others came in. Nay, it was so far from being possible to allay their fears, that they would not suffer Pompey to follow out his own judgment, but every man pressed and urged him according to his particular fancy, whether it proceeded from doubt, fear, grief, or any meaner passion; so that even in the same day quite contrary counsels were acted upon. Then, again, it was as impossible to have any good intelligence of the enemy; for what each man heard by chance upon a flying rumor, he would report for truth, and exclaim against Pompey if he did not believe it. Pompey, at length, seeing such a confusion in Rome, determined with himself to put an end to their clamors by his departure, and therefore commanding all the senate to follow him, and declaring, that whosoever tarried behind, should be judged a confederate of Caesar’s, about the dusk of the evening he went out and left the city. The consuls also followed after in a hurry, without offering the sacrifices to the gods, usual before a war. But in all this, Pompey himself had the glory, that in the midst of such calamities, he had so much of men’s love and good-will. For though many found fault with the conduct of the war, yet no man hated the general; and there were more to be found of those that went out of Rome, because that they could not forsake Pompey, than of those that fled for love of liberty.
With all of Italy basically in chaos, no one knew what the best course of action was. Those outside were flocking into the city from all directions, while those inside, witnessing the massive confusion and disorder, watched as all good efforts fell short and rebellion against authority grew too strong for the officials to manage. They were leaving as fast as new arrivals were coming in. In fact, it was far from possible to calm their fears; they wouldn’t let Pompey follow his own judgment. Each person pressed him according to their own opinions, whether driven by doubt, fear, sorrow, or some lesser passion, leading to contradictory advice being taken on the same day. It was also impossible to get accurate information about the enemy; whatever rumors people heard would be reported as facts, and they would criticize Pompey for not believing them. Eventually, noticing the chaos in Rome, Pompey decided to silence their complaints by leaving. He ordered the entire senate to follow him and stated that anyone who stayed behind would be considered an ally of Caesar. As dusk fell, he exited the city. The consuls hurried after him without making the usual sacrifices to the gods before a war. Throughout all this, Pompey managed to gain glory because, amid such disasters, he still had a significant amount of people’s love and goodwill. Although many criticized his handling of the war, no one hated the general. In fact, more people left Rome because they couldn’t abandon Pompey than those who fled for the love of freedom.
Some few days after Pompey was gone out, Caesar came into the city, and made himself master of it, treating everyone with a great deal of courtesy, and appeasing their fears, except only Metellus, one of the tribunes; on whose refusing to let him take any money out of the treasury, Caesar threatened him with death, adding words yet harsher than the threat, that it was far easier for him to do it than say it. By this means removing Metellus, and taking what moneys were of use for his occasions, he set forwards in pursuit of Pompey, endeavoring with all speed to drive him out of Italy before his army, that was in Spain, could join him.
A few days after Pompey left, Caesar entered the city and took control, treating everyone with great courtesy and calming their fears, except for Metellus, one of the tribunes. When Metellus refused to let him take any money from the treasury, Caesar threatened him with death, saying even harsher things, making it clear that it would be much easier for him to carry out the threat than to say it. By getting rid of Metellus and taking the money he needed, he hurried after Pompey, trying to drive him out of Italy before his army in Spain could join him.
But Pompey arriving at Brundusium, and having plenty of ships there, bade the two consuls embark immediately, and with them shipped thirty cohorts of foot, bound before him for Dyrrhachium. He sent likewise his father-in-law Scipio, and Cnaeus his son, into Syria, to provide and fit out a fleet there; himself in the meantime having blocked up the gates, placed his lightest soldiers as guards upon the walls; and giving express orders that the citizens should keep within doors, he dug up all the ground inside the city, cutting trenches, and fixing stakes and palisades throughout all the streets of the city, except only two that led down to the sea-side. Thus in three days space having with ease put all the rest of his army on shipboard, he suddenly gave the signal to those that guarded the walls, who nimbly repairing to the ships, were received on board and carried off. Caesar meantime perceiving their departure by seeing the walls unguarded, hastened after, and in the heat of pursuit was all but entangled himself among the stakes and trenches. But the Brundusians discovering the danger to him, and showing him the way, he wheeled about, and taking a circuit round the city, made towards the haven, where he found all the ships on their way, excepting only two vessels that had but a few soldiers aboard.
But when Pompey arrived at Brundusium, with plenty of ships there, he ordered the two consuls to board immediately and shipped thirty cohorts of foot soldiers ahead of him to Dyrrhachium. He also sent his father-in-law Scipio and his son Cnaeus to Syria to prepare and outfit a fleet. Meanwhile, he blocked the gates, stationed his lightest soldiers as guards on the walls, and instructed the citizens to stay indoors. He dug up all the ground inside the city, cutting trenches and setting up stakes and palisades throughout the streets, except for two leading down to the seaside. In just three days, he easily managed to get the rest of his army on board ships and suddenly signaled those guarding the walls, who quickly made their way to the ships and were taken away. Caesar, noticing their departure since the walls were unguarded, rushed after them and nearly got caught in the stakes and trenches during the pursuit. However, the citizens of Brundusium saw his danger and showed him the way. He turned around and took a roundabout way through the city to the harbor, where he found all the ships already leaving, except for two vessels that only had a few soldiers on board.
Most are of opinion, that this departure of Pompey’s is to be counted among the best of his military performances, but Caesar himself could not but wonder that he, who was thus ingarrisoned in a city well fortified, who was in expectation of his forces from Spain, and was master of the sea besides, should leave and abandon Italy. Cicero accuses him of imitating the conduct of Themistocles, rather than of Pericles, when the circumstances were more like those of Pericles than they were like those of Themistocles. However, it appeared plainly, and Caesar showed it by his actions, that he was in great fear of delay, for when he had taken Numerius, a friend of Pompey’s, prisoner, he sent him as an ambassador to Brundusium, with offers of peace and reconciliation upon equal terms; but Numerius sailed away with Pompey. And now Caesar having become master of all Italy in sixty days, without a drop of blood shed, had a great desire forthwith to follow Pompey; but being destitute of shipping, he was forced to divert his course, and march into Spain, designing to bring over Pompey’s forces there to his own.
Most people think that Pompey's departure is one of his best military moves, but Caesar couldn't help but wonder why he, who was well-fortified in a city and expecting reinforcements from Spain, as well as having control of the sea, would leave and abandon Italy. Cicero criticizes him for acting like Themistocles instead of Pericles, even though the situation was more similar to Pericles than Themistocles. However, it was clear, as Caesar demonstrated through his actions, that he was very afraid of delays. When he captured Numerius, a friend of Pompey, he sent him as a messenger to Brundusium with offers for peace and reconciliation on equal terms; but Numerius ended up sailing away with Pompey. After mastering all of Italy in just sixty days without shedding a drop of blood, Caesar wanted to chase after Pompey immediately, but lacking ships, he had to change his plans and march into Spain, aiming to bring Pompey’s forces there under his command.
In the meantime Pompey raised a mighty army both by sea and land. As for his navy, it was irresistible. For there were five hundred men of war, besides an infinite company of light vessels, Liburnians, and others; and for his land forces, the cavalry made up a body of seven thousand horse, the very flower of Rome and Italy, men of family, wealth, and high spirit; but the infantry was a mixture of unexperienced soldiers drawn from different quarters, and these he exercised and trained near Beroea, where he quartered his army; himself noways slothful, but performing all his exercises as if he had been in the flower of his youth, conduct which raised the spirits of his soldiers extremely. For it was no small encouragement for them to see Pompey the Great, sixty years of age wanting two, at one time handling his arms among the foot, then again mounted among the horse, drawing out his sword with ease in full career, and sheathing it up as easily; and in darting the javelin, showing not only skill and dexterity in hitting the mark, but also strength and activity in throwing it so far that few of the young men went beyond him.
In the meantime, Pompey built a powerful army both by sea and land. His navy was unbeatable, consisting of five hundred warships along with countless smaller vessels, including Liburnians and others. On land, he had a cavalry of seven thousand elite horsemen, the best of Rome and Italy, coming from families of wealth and status; however, the infantry was made up of inexperienced soldiers from various regions, which he trained and drilled near Beroea, where he stationed his army. He was anything but lazy, participating in all the exercises as if he were in the prime of his youth, which greatly boosted the morale of his soldiers. It was a significant encouragement for them to witness Pompey the Great, almost sixty years old, at one moment wielding his arms among the infantry and then riding among the cavalry, effortlessly drawing and sheathing his sword. In throwing the javelin, he demonstrated not only skill and precision in hitting the target but also the strength and agility to throw it so far that few of the young men could outdo him.
Several kings and princes of nations came thither to him, and there was a concourse of Roman citizens who had held the magistracies, so numerous that they made up a complete senate. Labienus forsook his old friend Caesar, whom he had served throughout all his wars in Gaul, and came over to Pompey; and Brutus, son to that Brutus that was put to death in Gaul, a man of a high spirit, and one that to that day had never so much as saluted or spoke to Pompey, looking upon him as the murderer of his father, came then and submitted himself to him as the defender of their liberty. Cicero likewise, though he had written and advised otherwise, yet was ashamed not to be accounted in the number of those that would hazard their lives and fortunes for the safeguard of their country. There came to him also into Macedonia, Tidius Sextius, a man extremely old, and lame of one leg; so that others indeed mocked and laughed at the spectacle, but Pompey, as soon as he saw him, rose and ran to meet him, esteeming it no small testimony in his favor, when men of such age and infirmities should rather choose to be with him in danger, than in safety at home. Afterwards in a meeting of their senate they passed a decree, on the motion of Cato, that no Roman citizen should be put to death but in battle, and that they should not sack or plunder any city that was subject to the Roman empire, a resolution which gained Pompey’s party still greater reputation, insomuch that those who were noways at all concerned in the war, either because they dwelt afar off, or were thought incapable of giving help, were yet, in their good wishes, upon his side, and in all their words, so far as that went, supported the good or just cause, as they called it; esteeming those as enemies to the gods and men, that wished not victory to Pompey.
Several kings and princes came to him, along with a large group of Roman citizens who had held government positions, so many that they formed a full senate. Labienus abandoned his old friend Caesar, whom he had served through all his wars in Gaul, and joined Pompey. Brutus, the son of the Brutus who was executed in Gaul, a proud man who had never even greeted or spoken to Pompey because he saw him as his father's killer, then came and submitted to him as the protector of their freedom. Cicero, although he had written and advised against this, felt embarrassed not to be counted among those willing to risk their lives and fortunes for the safety of their country. Tidius Sextius also came to him in Macedonia; he was very old and had a limp, so others mocked him, but as soon as Pompey saw him, he stood up and rushed to meet him, considering it a significant endorsement to have someone of such age and frailty choose to be with him in danger rather than stay safe at home. Later, in a meeting of their senate, they passed a decree at Cato’s suggestion that no Roman citizen should be put to death except in battle, and that they should not sack or plunder any city under Roman control. This decision further bolstered Pompey’s reputation, such that those who were not involved in the war at all, either because they lived far away or were seen as unable to help, still supported him with their well-wishes and words, aligning themselves with the so-called just cause, and viewing as enemies to both the gods and men anyone who did not wish for Pompey's victory.
Neither was Pompey’s clemency such, but that Caesar likewise showed himself as merciful a conqueror; for when he had taken and overthrown all Pompey’s forces in Spain, he gave them easy terms, leaving the commanders at their liberty, and taking the common soldiers into his own pay. Then repassing the Alps, and making a running march through Italy, he came to Brundusium about the winter solstice, and crossing the sea there, landed at the port of Oricum. And having Jubius, an intimate friend of Pompey’s, with him as his prisoner, he dispatched him to Pompey with an invitation, that they, meeting together in a conference, should disband both their armies within three days, and renewing their former friendship with solemn oaths, should return together into Italy. Pompey looked upon this again as some new stratagem, and therefore marching down in all haste to the sea-coast, possessed himself of all forts and places of strength suitable to encamp in, and to secure his laud forces, as likewise of all ports and harbors commodious to receive any that came by sea, so that what wind soever blew, it must needs in some way or other be favorable to him, bringing in either provision, men, or money; while Caesar, on the contrary, was so hemmed in both by sea and land, that he was forced to desire battle, daily provoking the enemy, and assailing them in their very forts; and in these light skirmishes for the most part had the better. Once only he was dangerously overthrown, and was within a little of losing his whole army, Pompey having fought nobly, routing the whole force, and killing two thousand on the spot. But either he was not able, or was afraid, to go on and force his way into their camp with them, so that Caesar made the remark, that “Today the victory had been the enemy’s, had there been anyone among them to gain it.” Pompey’s soldiers were so encouraged by this victory that they were eager now to have all put to the decision of a battle; but Pompey himself, though he wrote to distant kings, generals, and states in confederacy with him, as a conqueror, yet was afraid to hazard the success of a battle, choosing rather by delays, and distress of provisions, to tire out a body of men, who had never yet been conquered by force of arms, and had long been used to fight and conquer together; while their time of life, now an advanced one, which made them quickly weary of those other hardships of war, such as were long marches, and frequent decampings, making trenches, and building fortifications, made them eager to come to close combat and venture a battle with all speed.
Neither was Pompey's mercy so great that Caesar didn’t also prove to be a merciful conqueror; after he defeated all of Pompey’s forces in Spain, he offered them generous terms, allowing the commanders their freedom and hiring the common soldiers. Then, crossing the Alps and making a quick march through Italy, he reached Brundusium around the winter solstice, and after crossing the sea there, he landed at the port of Oricum. With Jubius, a close friend of Pompey’s, as his prisoner, he sent him to Pompey with an invitation to meet for a conference, where they could disband both their armies within three days, renew their former friendship with solemn oaths, and return to Italy together. Pompey thought this was another trick, so he hurried down to the coast, securing all the forts and strongholds suitable for encamping and protecting his land forces, as well as all ports and harbors accessible for anyone coming by sea. No matter the wind, it would somehow favor him, bringing in provisions, men, or money; meanwhile, Caesar was so trapped by both sea and land that he had to seek battle, daily provoking the enemy and attacking them in their own forts, often coming out on top in these minor skirmishes. He was only once severely defeated and came close to losing his entire army when Pompey fought bravely, routing the whole force and killing two thousand on the spot. But either he couldn’t or was afraid to push into their camp afterward, leading Caesar to comment, “Today victory was on the enemy's side if anyone among them had claimed it.” Pompey’s soldiers were so uplifted by this win that they eagerly wanted to settle everything through a battle; yet Pompey himself, while writing to distant kings, generals, and allies like a conqueror, was too afraid to risk the outcome of a battle. He preferred to wear down a group of men who had never been conquered by force and had long been used to fighting and winning together, knowing their age made them weary of the other hardships of war, like long marches, frequent relocations, digging trenches, and building fortifications, which made them eager to engage in close combat and quickly seek a battle.
Pompey had all along hitherto by his persuasions pretty well quieted his soldiers; but after this last engagement, when Caesar for want of provisions was forced to raise his camp, and passed through Athamania into Thessaly, it was impossible to curb or allay the heat of their spirits any longer. For all crying out with a general voice, that Caesar was fled, some were for pursuing and pressing upon him, others for returning into Italy; some there were that sent their friends and servants beforehand to Rome, to hire houses near the forum, that they might be in readiness to sue for offices; several of their own motion sailed off at once to Lesbos to carry to Cornelia, (whom Pompey had conveyed thither to be in safety,) the joyful news, that the war was ended. And a senate being called, and the matter being under debate, Afranius was of opinion, that Italy should first be regained, for that it was the grand prize and crown of all the war; and they who were masters of that, would quickly have at their devotion all the provinces of Sicily, Sardinia, Corsica, Spain, and Gaul; but what was of greatest weight and moment to Pompey, it was his own native country that lay near, reaching out her hand for his help; and certainly it could not be consistent with his honor to leave her thus exposed to all indignities, and in bondage under slaves and the flatterers of a tyrant. But Pompey himself, on the contrary, thought it neither honorable to fly a second time before Caesar, and be pursued, when fortune had given him the advantage of a pursuit; nor indeed lawful before the gods to forsake Scipio and divers other men of consular dignity dispersed throughout Greece and Thessaly, who must necessarily fall into Caesar’s hands, together with large sums of money and numerous forces; and as to his care for the city of Rome, that would most eminently appear, by removing the scene of war to a greater distance, and leaving her, without feeling the distress or even hearing the sound of these evils, to await in peace the return of whichever should be the victor.
Pompey had mostly calmed his soldiers with his persuasive skills, but after the recent battle, when Caesar had to abandon his camp due to a lack of supplies and moved through Athamania into Thessaly, it became impossible to keep their tempers in check any longer. Everyone was shouting in unison that Caesar had fled; some wanted to chase after him, while others thought they should return to Italy. A few sent their friends and servants ahead to Rome to rent houses near the forum, preparing to seek political positions. Several of them quickly set sail for Lesbos to deliver the joyful news to Cornelia (whom Pompey had sent there for safety) that the war was over. When a senate meeting was called to discuss the situation, Afranius argued that they should first regain Italy, as it was the ultimate prize of the war; whoever controlled it would soon dominate all the provinces of Sicily, Sardinia, Corsica, Spain, and Gaul. However, what weighed most heavily on Pompey was that his own homeland was nearby, reaching out for his assistance. It would surely be dishonorable to leave it vulnerable to indignities and under the control of slaves and flatterers of a tyrant. On the other hand, Pompey thought it dishonorable to flee from Caesar a second time, letting himself be pursued, especially when fortune had given him the chance to attack. Additionally, he felt it wasn't right before the gods to abandon Scipio and other prominent men scattered throughout Greece and Thessaly, who would inevitably fall into Caesar's hands, along with significant sums of money and many troops. As for his concern for Rome, that would best be shown by moving the war further away and allowing the city to remain peaceful, without the distress or sounds of conflict, while waiting for the victor’s return.
With this determination, Pompey marched forwards in pursuit of Caesar, firmly resolved with himself not to give him battle, but rather to besiege and distress him, by keeping close at his heels, and cutting him short. There were other reasons that made him continue this resolution, but especially because a saying that was current among the Romans serving in the cavalry came to his ear, to the effect, that they ought to beat Caesar as soon as possible, and then humble Pompey too. And some report, it was for this reason that Pompey never employed Cato in any matter of consequence during the whole war, but now when he pursued Caesar, left him to guard his baggage by sea, fearing lest, if Caesar should be taken off, he himself also by Cato’s means not long after should be forced to give up his power.
With this determination, Pompey pushed forward in pursuit of Caesar, firmly resolved not to engage him in battle, but rather to lay siege and pressure him by staying close behind and cutting him off. There were other reasons that kept him committed to this plan, especially a saying that circulated among the Roman cavalry: they should defeat Caesar as quickly as possible and then humble Pompey as well. Some say this is why Pompey never assigned Cato to any significant task throughout the entire war; when he chased after Caesar, he left Cato to guard his supplies by sea, worried that if Caesar were eliminated, he himself might soon have to surrender his power due to Cato's influence.
Whilst he was thus slowly attending the motions of the enemy, he was exposed on all sides to outcries, and imputations of using his generalship to defeat, not Caesar, but his country and the senate, that he might always continue in authority, and never cease to keep those for his guards and servants, who themselves claimed to govern the world. Domitius Aenobarbus, continually calling him Agamemnon, and king of kings, excited jealousy against him; and Favonius, by his unseasonable raillery, did him no less injury than those who openly attacked him, as when he cried out, “Good friends, you must not expect to gather any figs in Tusculum this year.” But Lucius Afranius, who had lain under an imputation of treachery for the loss of the army in Spain, when he saw Pompey purposely declining an engagement, declared openly, that he could not but admire, why those who were so ready to accuse him, did not go themselves and fight this buyer and seller of their provinces.
While he was slowly watching the enemy's movements, he was attacked from all sides with shouts and accusations of using his leadership to undermine, not Caesar, but his own country and the Senate so he could maintain his power and keep those around him who wanted to rule the world. Domitius Aenobarbus, constantly calling him Agamemnon and king of kings, stirred up jealousy against him; and Favonius, with his untimely jokes, caused him just as much harm as those who confronted him directly, like when he shouted, “Hey friends, don’t expect to pick any figs in Tusculum this year.” But Lucius Afranius, who had been accused of treachery for the loss of the army in Spain, when he saw Pompey intentionally avoiding battle, openly expressed his admiration for those who were so quick to blame him yet weren’t willing to go and fight against this dealer in their territories.
With these and many such speeches they wrought upon Pompey, who never could bear reproach, or resist the expectations of his friends; and thus they forced him to break his measures, so that he forsook his own prudent resolution to follow their vain hopes and desires: weakness that would have been blamable ill the pilot of a ship, how much more in the sovereign commander of such an army, and so many nations. But he, though he had often commended those physicians who did not comply with the capricious appetites of their patients, yet himself could not but yield to the malady and disease of his companions and advisers in the war, rather than use some severity in their cure. Truly who could have said that health was not disordered and a cure not required in the case of men who went up and down the camp, suing already for the consulship and office of praetor, while Spinther, Domitius, and Scipio made friends, raised factions, and quarrelled among themselves, who should succeed Caesar in the dignity of his high-priesthood, esteeming all as lightly, as if they were to engage only with Tigranes, king of Armenia, or some petty Nabathaean king, not with that Caesar and his army that had stormed a thousand towns, and subdued more than three hundred several nations; that had fought innumerable battles with the Germans and Gauls, and always carried the victory; that had taken a million of men prisoners, and slain as many upon the spot in pitched battles?
With these and many other speeches, they influenced Pompey, who couldn’t handle criticism or resist his friends’ expectations; thus, they pushed him to abandon his plans and give in to their unrealistic hopes and desires. This weakness would have been blameworthy in a ship's captain, but it was even worse in the supreme commander of such an army and so many nations. Though he often praised physicians who didn’t cater to their patients’ whims, he couldn’t help but give in to the weaknesses and requests of his companions and advisors in the war, instead of being strict with them. Honestly, who could argue that everything was fine and a fix wasn’t needed when men were going around the camp, already campaigning for the consulship and the praetorship, while Spinther, Domitius, and Scipio formed alliances, created factions, and argued among themselves about who would succeed Caesar in his high-priesthood? They treated all these matters lightly, as if they were only preparing to face Tigranes, king of Armenia, or some minor Nabataean king, ignoring the fact that they were up against Caesar and his army, which had stormed a thousand towns and conquered more than three hundred different nations; that had fought countless battles with the Germans and Gauls, always emerging victorious; that had captured a million men and killed just as many in battle?
But they went on soliciting and clamoring, and on reaching the plain of Pharsalia, they forced Pompey by their pressure and importunities to call a council of war, where Labienus, general of the horse, stood up first and swore that he would not return out of the battle if he did not rout the enemies; and a]l the rest took the same oath. That night Pompey dreamed that as he went into the theater, the people received him with great applause, and that he himself adorned the temple of Venus the Victorious, with many spoils. This vision partly encouraged, but partly also disheartened him, fearing lest that splendor and ornament to Venus should be made with spoils furnished by himself to Caesar, who derived his family from that goddess. Besides there were some panic fears and alarms that ran through the camp, with such a noise that it awaked him out of his sleep. And about the time of renewing the watch towards morning, there appeared a great light over Caesar’s camp, whilst they were all at rest, and from thence a ball of flaming fire was carried into Pompey’s camp, which Caesar himself says he saw, as he was walking his rounds.
But they kept urging and shouting, and when they got to the plain of Pharsalia, they pressured Pompey so much that he had to call a war council. Labienus, the cavalry commander, was the first to stand up and swear he wouldn’t leave the battle without defeating the enemy; everyone else swore the same oath. That night, Pompey had a dream that as he entered the theater, the crowd welcomed him with loud cheers, and he himself decorated the temple of Venus the Victorious with numerous spoils. This vision partly motivated him, but it also worried him, as he feared that those honors and gifts to Venus would come from spoils he might provide to Caesar, who claimed descent from that goddess. Additionally, there were some panicked fears and alarms that spread through the camp, making so much noise that they woke him from his sleep. Around the time of the watch change in the early morning, a great light appeared over Caesar’s camp while they were all resting, and from there, a ball of fire flew into Pompey’s camp, which Caesar himself stated he saw while he was making his rounds.
Now Caesar having designed to raise his camp with the morning and move to Scotussa, whilst the soldiers were busy in pulling down their tents, and sending on their cattle and servants before them with their baggage, there came in scouts who brought word that they saw arms carried to and fro in the enemy’s camp, and heard a noise and running up and down, as of men preparing for battle; not long after there came in other scouts with further intelligence, that the first ranks were already set in battle array. Thereupon Caesar, when he had told them that the wished for day was come at last, when they should fight with men, not with hunger and famine, instantly gave orders for the red colors to be set up before his tent, that being the ordinary signal of battle among the Romans. As soon as the soldiers saw that, they left their tents, and with great shouts of joy ran to their arms; the officers, likewise, on their parts drawing up their companies in order of battle, every man fell into his proper rank without any trouble or noise, as quietly and orderly as if they had been in a dance.
Now Caesar planned to break camp in the morning and move to Scotussa. While the soldiers were busy taking down their tents and sending their cattle and servants ahead with their baggage, scouts reported that they saw arms being moved around in the enemy's camp and heard noise and commotion, as if men were getting ready for battle. Shortly after, more scouts arrived with further news that the frontline was already arranged for combat. Then Caesar, telling them that the long-awaited day had finally arrived when they would fight men instead of hunger and famine, quickly ordered the red colors to be displayed in front of his tent, as was the usual battle signal among the Romans. As soon as the soldiers saw this, they left their tents and shouted joyfully as they rushed to their weapons. The officers also organized their troops into battle formation, and each soldier fell into his proper rank with ease and silence, as smoothly and orderly as if they were participating in a dance.
Pompey himself led the right wing of his army against Antony, and placed his father-in-law Scipio in the middle against Lucius Calvinus. The left wing was commanded by Lucius Domitius; and supported by the great mass of the horse. For almost the whole cavalry was posted there, in the hope of crushing Caesar, and cutting off the tenth legion, which was spoken of as the stoutest in all the army, and in which Caesar himself usually fought in person. Caesar observing the left wing of the enemy to be lined and fortified with such a mighty guard of horse, and alarmed at the gallantry of their appearance, sent for a detachment of six cohorts out of the reserves, and placed them in the rear of the tenth legion, commanding them not to stir, lest they should be discovered by the enemy; but when the enemy’s horse should begin to charge, and press upon them, that they should make up with all speed to the front through the foremost ranks, and not throw their javelins at a distance, as is usual with brave soldiers, that they may come to a close fight with their swords the sooner, but that they should strike them upwards into the eyes and faces of the enemy; telling them that those fine young dancers would never endure the steel shining in their eyes, but would fly to save their handsome faces. This was Caesar’s employment at that time. But while he was thus instructing his soldiers, Pompey on horseback was viewing the order of both armies, and when he saw how well the enemy kept their ranks, expecting quietly the signal of battle; and, on the contrary, how impatient and unsteady his own men were, waving up and down in disorder for want of experience, he was very much afraid that their ranks would be broken upon the first onset; and therefore he gave out orders that the van should make a stand, and keeping close in their ranks, should receive the enemy’s charge. Caesar much condemns this command; which he says not only took off from the strength of the blows, which would otherwise have been made with a spring; but also lost the men the impetus, which, more than anything, in the moment of their coming upon the enemy, fills soldiers with impulse and inspiration, the very shouts and rapid pace adding to their fury; of which Pompey deprived his men, arresting them in their course and cooling down their heat.
Pompey himself led the right flank of his army against Antony and placed his father-in-law Scipio in the center against Lucius Calvinus. The left flank was commanded by Lucius Domitius and backed by a large number of cavalry. Most of the cavalry was stationed there, hoping to overpower Caesar and cut off the tenth legion, which was known to be the toughest in the entire army, and in which Caesar usually fought personally. Noticing that the enemy's left flank was heavily protected and fortified with a strong cavalry presence, and alarmed by their impressive appearance, Caesar called for a detachment of six cohorts from the reserves and positioned them behind the tenth legion. He instructed them to stay hidden, so they wouldn’t be spotted by the enemy; however, when the enemy cavalry charged, they were to rush to the front through the frontline ranks without throwing their javelins like brave soldiers typically would, so they could quickly engage in close combat with their swords. Instead, they were to aim their throws upwards into the eyes and faces of the enemy, telling them that those flashy young warriors would never withstand the gleam of metal in their eyes and would flee to protect their pretty faces. This was Caesar’s focus at that moment. Meanwhile, as he was instructing his soldiers, Pompey was on horseback observing the formation of both armies. He noted how well the enemy maintained their ranks, calmly waiting for the battle signal, contrasted with the restlessness and disorder of his own troops, who were swaying back and forth due to their inexperience. He became quite worried that their ranks would break at the first clash, and so he ordered the front line to hold their ground and keep their ranks tight to absorb the enemy's charge. Caesar strongly criticized this command, arguing that it not only diminished the power of the strikes that could have been made with a charge, but also robbed the soldiers of the momentum that is crucial in the moment of engaging the enemy—a factor that fills soldiers with energy and drive, with the shouts and quick pace adding to their fury, which Pompey prevented by stopping them and cooling their enthusiasm.
Caesar’s army consisted of twenty-two thousand, and Pompey’s of somewhat above twice as many. When the signal of battle was given on both sides, and the trumpets began to sound a charge, most men of course were fully occupied with their own matters; only some few of the noblest Romans, together with certain Greeks there present, standing as spectators without the battle, seeing the armies now ready to join, could not but consider in themselves to what a pass private ambition and emulation had brought the empire. Common arms, and kindred ranks drawn up under the self-same standards, the whole flower and strength of the same single city here meeting in collision with itself, offered plain proof how blind and how mad a thing human nature is, when once possessed with any passion; for if they had been desirous only to rule, and enjoy in peace what they had conquered in war, the greatest and best part of the world was subject to them both by sea and land. But if there was yet a thirst in their ambition, that must still be fed with new trophies and triumphs, the Parthian and German wars would yield matter enough to satisfy the most covetous of honor. Scythia, moreover, was yet unconquered, and the Indians too, where their ambition might be colored over with the specious pretext of civilizing barbarous nations. And what Scythian horse, Parthian arrows, or Indian riches, could be able to resist seventy thousand Roman soldiers, well appointed in arms, under the command of two such generals as Pompey and Caesar, whose names they had heard of before that of the Romans, and whose prowess, by their conquests of such wild, remote, savage, and brutish nations, was spread further than the fame of the Romans themselves? Today they met in conflict, and could no longer be induced to spare their country, even out of regard for their own glory or the fear of losing the name which till this day both had held, of having never yet been defeated. As for their former private ties, and the charms of Julia, and the marriage that had made them near connections, these could now only be looked upon as tricks of state, the mere securities of a treaty made to serve the needs of an occasion, not the pledges of any real friendship.
Caesar's army had twenty-two thousand soldiers, while Pompey's had over twice that number. When the battle signal was given on both sides and the trumpets sounded a charge, most soldiers were understandably focused on their own situations. Only a few of the noblest Romans and some Greeks watching from the sidelines, as they saw the armies getting ready to clash, couldn't help but reflect on how far personal ambition and rivalry had brought the empire. Common soldiers and related ranks gathered under the same banners, the entire elite and strength of a single city now colliding with itself, clearly demonstrated how blind and irrational human nature can be when consumed by passion. If they had simply wanted to rule and enjoy peacefully what they had gained in war, the best part of the world was already under their control by land and sea. However, if their ambition still craved more trophies and triumphs, the Parthian and German wars alone could provide plenty to satisfy even the most honor-hungry. Scythia was still unconquered, and so were the Indians, where their ambition could be justified under the noble guise of civilizing savage nations. What Scythian cavalry, Parthian arrows, or Indian wealth could withstand seventy thousand well-equipped Roman soldiers led by two such commanders as Pompey and Caesar, whose names were recognized even before the Romans, and whose fame from conquering such wild, remote, and savage peoples extended beyond the reputation of the Romans themselves? Today they faced each other in battle and could no longer be swayed to spare their homeland, even for the sake of their own glory or the fear of losing the undefeated titles they had held thus far. As for their past personal bonds, the allure of Julia, and the marriage that had made them family ties, these were now merely political maneuvers, temporary guarantees of a treaty crafted to meet an immediate need, rather than true expressions of friendship.
Now, therefore, as soon as the plains of Pharsalia were covered with men, horse, and armor, and that the signal of battle was raised on either side, Caius Crassianus, a centurion, who commanded a company of one hundred and twenty men, was the first that advanced out of Caesar’s army, to give the charge, and acquit himself of a solemn engagement that he had made to Caesar. He had been the first man that Caesar had seen going out of the camp in the morning, and Caesar, after saluting him, had asked him what he thought of the coming battle. To which he, stretching out his right hand, replied aloud, “Thine is the victory, O Caesar, thou shalt conquer gloriously, and I myself this day will be the subject of thy praise either alive or dead.” In pursuance of this promise he hastened forward, and being followed by many more, charged into the midst of the enemy. There they came at once to a close fight with their swords, and made a great slaughter; but as he was still pressing forward, and breaking the ranks of the vanguard, one of Pompey’s soldiers ran him in at the mouth, so that the point of the sword came out behind at his neck; and Crassianus being thus slain, the fight became doubtful, and continued equal on that part of the battle.
Now, as soon as the plains of Pharsalia were filled with troops, horses, and armor, and the battle signals were raised on both sides, Caius Crassianus, a centurion who led a company of one hundred and twenty men, was the first to charge out of Caesar's army. He aimed to fulfill a promise he had made to Caesar. He was the first person Caesar had seen leaving the camp that morning. After greeting him, Caesar asked what he thought of the upcoming battle. Crassianus, extending his right hand, replied loudly, “The victory is yours, O Caesar; you will conquer gloriously, and today I will be the subject of your praise, either alive or dead.” Keeping this promise, he rushed ahead, followed by many others, and charged into the heart of the enemy. They quickly engaged in close combat, swords clashing and causing great casualties. But as he pressed on, breaking through the vanguard, one of Pompey's soldiers stabbed him in the mouth, with the sword point emerging from the back of his neck. With Crassianus slain, the outcome of the fight became uncertain and remained evenly matched in that part of the battle.
Pompey had not yet brought on the right wing, but stayed and looked about, waiting to see what execution his cavalry would do on the left. They had already drawn out their squadrons in form, designing to turn Caesar’s flank, and force those few horse, which he had placed in the front, to give back upon the battalion of foot. But Caesar, on the other side, having given the signal, his horse retreated back a little, and gave way to those six subsidiary cohorts, which had been posted in the rear, as a reserve to cover the flank; and which now came out, three thousand men in number, and met the enemy; and when they came up, standing by the horses, struck their javelins upwards, according to their instructions, and hit the horsemen full in their faces. They, unskillful in any manner of fight, and least of all expecting or understanding such a kind as this, had not courage enough to endure the blows upon their faces, but turning their backs, and covering their eyes with their hands, shamefully took to flight. Caesar’s men, however, did not follow them, but marched upon the foot, and attacked the wing, which the flight of the cavalry had left unprotected, and liable to be turned and taken in the rear, so that this wing now being attacked in the flank by these, and charged in the front by the tenth legion, was not able to abide the charge, or make any longer resistance, especially when they saw themselves surrounded and circumvented in the very way in which they had designed to invest the enemy. Thus these being likewise routed and put to flight, when Pompey, by the dust flying in the air, conjectured the fate of his horse, it were very hard to say what his thoughts or intentions were, but looking like one distracted and beside himself, and without any recollection or reflection that he was Pompey the Great, he retired slowly towards his camp, without speaking a word to any man, exactly according to the description in the verses,
Pompey hadn't yet deployed the right wing; he lingered, watching to see how his cavalry would perform on the left. They had already lined up their troops, planning to outflank Caesar and force the few cavalry he had stationed in front to retreat into the infantry. But on the other side, Caesar had given the signal, and his horsemen pulled back slightly, making way for the six reserve cohorts stationed behind them to cover the flank. These three thousand men advanced to meet the enemy and, as they approached, stood by the horses, throwing their javelins upward as instructed, hitting the cavalry squarely in the face. The cavalry, inexperienced in battle and least expecting such an attack, lacked the courage to withstand the blows and turned away, shielding their eyes with their hands, shamefully fleeing. Caesar’s troops, however, did not pursue them but moved toward the infantry, attacking the wing that had been left vulnerable by the cavalry's escape, making them susceptible to being flanked and attacked from behind. With this wing under fire from the flank and being charged from the front by the tenth legion, they couldn't withstand the assault or resist any longer, especially when they realized they were surrounded and outmaneuvered in the very way they had intended to trap the enemy. Consequently, those forces were also routed and fled. When Pompey saw the dust rising in the air, indicating the fate of his cavalry, it’s hard to say what he was thinking or what his intentions were. He looked dazed and disconnected, forgetting that he was Pompey the Great, and slowly withdrew to his camp without speaking to anyone, just as described in the poems.
But Jove from heaven struck Ajax with a fear;
Ajax the bold then stood astonished there,
Flung o’er his back the mighty sevenfold shield,
And trembling gazed and spied about the field.
But Zeus from up above hit Ajax with a wave of fear;
The brave Ajax was left speechless there,
He threw his massive seven-layered shield over his back,
And, shaking, looked around and scanned the battlefield.
In this state and condition he went into his own tent, and sat down, speechless still, until some of the enemy fell in together with his men that were flying into the camp, and then he let fall only this one word, “What? into the very camp?” and said no more; but rose up, and putting on a dress suitable to his present fortune, made his way secretly out.
In this state, he entered his own tent and sat down, still speechless, until some of the enemy came in alongside his men who were fleeing to the camp. Then he let out just one word, “What? Into the very camp?” and said nothing more. He got up, put on clothes that matched his current situation, and quietly made his way out.
By this time the rest of the army was put to flight, and there was a great slaughter in the camp among the servants and those that guarded the tents, but of the soldiers themselves there were not above six thousand slain, as is stated by Asinius Pollio, who himself fought in this battle on Caesar’s side. When Caesar’s soldiers had taken the camp, they saw clearly the folly and vanity of the enemy; for all their tents and pavilions were richly set out with garlands of myrtle, embroidered carpets and hangings, and tables laid and covered with goblets. There were large bowls of wine ready, and everything prepared and put in array, in the manner rather of people who had offered sacrifice and were going to celebrate a holiday, than of soldiers who had armed themselves to go out to battle, so possessed with the expectation of success and so full of empty confidence had they gone out that morning.
By this time, the rest of the army had been routed, and there was a massive slaughter in the camp among the servants and those guarding the tents. However, there were no more than six thousand soldiers killed, as noted by Asinius Pollio, who fought on Caesar’s side in this battle. When Caesar’s soldiers captured the camp, they recognized the foolishness and arrogance of the enemy; all their tents and pavilions were lavishly decorated with garlands of myrtle, embroidered carpets and hangings, and tables set with goblets. There were large bowls of wine ready, and everything was arranged as if they were people preparing for a celebration rather than soldiers gearing up for battle, so caught up in their expectations of victory and so full of misguided confidence had they been that morning.
When Pompey had got a little way from the camp, he dismounted and forsook his horse, having but a small retinue with him; and finding that no man pursued him, walked on softly afoot, taken up altogether with thoughts, such as probably might possess a man that for the space of thirty-four years together had been accustomed to conquest and victory, and was then at last, in his old age, learning for the first time what defeat and flight were. And it was no small affliction to consider, that he had lost in one hour all that glory and power, which he had been getting in so many wars, and bloody battles; and that he who but a little before was guarded with such an army of foot, so many squadrons of horse, and such a mighty fleet, was now flying in so mean a condition, and with such a slender retinue, that his very enemies who fought him could not know him. Thus, when he had passed by the city of Larissa, and came into the pass of Tempe, being very thirsty, he kneeled down and drank out of the river; then rising up again, he passed through Tempe, until he came to the seaside, and there he betook himself to a poor fisherman’s cottage, where he rested the remainder of the night. The next morning about break of day he went into one of the river boats, and taking none of those that followed him except such as were free, dismissed his servants, advising them to go boldly to Caesar, and not be afraid. As he was rowing up and down near the shore, he chanced to spy a large merchant-ship, lying off, just ready to set sail; the master of which was a Roman citizen, named Peticius, who, though he was not familiarly acquainted with Pompey, yet knew him well by sight. Now it happened that this Peticius dreamed, the night before, that he saw Pompey, not like the man he had often seen him, but in a humble and dejected condition, and in that posture discoursing with him. He was then telling his dream to the people on board, as men do when at leisure, and especially dreams of that consequence, when of a sudden one of the mariners told him, he saw a river boat with oars putting off from shore, and that some of the men there shook their garments, and held out their hands, with signs to take them in; thereupon Peticius looking attentively, at once recognized Pompey, just as he appeared in his dream, and smiting his hand on his head, ordered the mariners to let down the ship’s boat, he himself waving his hand, and calling to him by his name, already assured of his change and the change of his fortune by that of his garb. So that without waiting for any further entreaty or discourse, he took him into his ship, together with as many of his company as he thought fit, and hoisted sail. There were with him the two Lentuli, and Favonius; and a little after they spied king Deiotarus, making up towards them from the shore; so they stayed and took him in along with them. At supper time, the master of the ship having made ready such provisions as he had aboard, Pompey, for want of his servants, began to undo his shoes himself; which Favonius noticing ran to him and undid them, and helped him to anoint himself, and always after continued to wait upon, and attend him in all things, as servants do their masters, even to the washing of his feet, and preparing his supper. Insomuch that anyone there present, observing the free and unaffected courtesy of these services, might have well exclaimed,
When Pompey had traveled a short distance from the camp, he got off his horse and left it behind, with only a few people following him. Noticing that no one was chasing him, he quietly walked on foot, consumed by thoughts that someone who had spent thirty-four years used to victory and triumph might have, now experiencing defeat and escape for the first time in his old age. It was deeply distressing to realize that he had lost in one hour all the glory and power he had built through numerous wars and bloody battles; now, the man who had recently been protected by an army of foot soldiers, many cavalry, and a powerful fleet was fleeing in such a humble state and with such a small escort that even his enemies could not recognize him. As he passed the city of Larissa and entered the pass of Tempe, being very thirsty, he knelt down to drink from the river. After that, he continued through Tempe until he reached the seaside, where he found a poor fisherman’s cottage and rested there for the rest of the night. The next morning, just before dawn, he got into one of the rowboats and only took some of those who followed him, dismissing his servants with advice to go to Caesar boldly and without fear. While rowing close to shore, he spotted a large merchant ship ready to sail, the captain of which was a Roman citizen named Peticius. Although Peticius did not know Pompey personally, he recognized him well from sight. The night before, Peticius had dreamed that he saw Pompey not as he usually looked, but in a humble and dejected state, speaking to him. He was just sharing this dream with the crew on board, as people do when they’re relaxed, especially about significant dreams, when suddenly one of the sailors shouted that he saw a rowboat launching from shore, and that some of the men were shaking their clothes and signaling to be taken aboard; Peticius then looked closely and immediately recognized Pompey, just as he appeared in his dream. Slapping his hand on his head, he ordered the sailors to lower the ship’s boat, waving his hand and calling out to Pompey by name, already certain of the change in fortune indicated by his appearance. Without waiting for further requests or discussions, he welcomed Pompey onto his ship, along with as many of his men as he deemed appropriate, and set sail. Along with him were the two Lentuli and Favonius; shortly after, they spotted King Deiotarus approaching from the shore, so they paused to let him aboard as well. At dinner time, the ship's captain prepared what provisions he had available, and since Pompey lacked his servants, he started to take off his own shoes. Noticing this, Favonius rushed over to help him and took off the shoes for him, assisting him in anointing himself, and from then on continued to serve him in every way that servants would, even washing his feet and preparing his dinner. So much so that anyone present, observing the genuine and kind-hearted service of these actions, might have exclaimed,
O heavens, in those that noble are,
Whate’er they do is fit and fair.
Oh heavens, for those who are noble,
Everything they do is right and good.
Pompey, sailing by the city of Amphipolis, crossed over from thence to Mitylene, with a design to take in Cornelia and his son; and as soon as he arrived at the port in that island, he dispatched a messenger into the city, with news very different from Cornelia’s expectation. For she, by all the former messages and letters sent to please her, had been put in hopes that the war was ended at Dyrrhachium, and that there was nothing more remaining for Pompey, but the pursuit of Caesar. The messenger finding her in the same hopes still, was not able to salute or speak to her, but declaring the greatness of her misfortune by his tears rather than by his words, desired her to make haste if she would see Pompey, with one ship only, and that not of his own. The young lady hearing this, fell down in a swoon, and continued a long time senseless and speechless. And when with some trouble she was brought to her senses again, being conscious to herself that this was no time for lamentation and tears, she started up and ran through the city towards the seaside, where Pompey meeting and embracing her, as she sank down, supported by his arms, “This, sir,” she exclaimed, “is the effect of my fortune, not of yours, that I see you thus reduced to one poor vessel, who before your marriage with Cornelia, were wont to sail in these seas with a fleet of five hundred ships. Why therefore should you come to see me, or why not rather have left to her evil genius one who has brought upon you her own ill-fortune? How happy a woman had I been, if I had breathed out my last, before the news came from Parthia of the death of Publius, the husband of my youth, and how prudent if I had followed his destiny, as I designed! But I was reserved for a greater mischief, even the ruin of Pompey the Great.”
Pompey, sailing past the city of Amphipolis, then crossed over to Mitylene to pick up Cornelia and his son. As soon as he arrived at the port, he sent a messenger into the city with news that was very different from what Cornelia had been hoping for. She had been led to believe, through all the previous messages and letters meant to comfort her, that the war at Dyrrhachium was over and that Pompey only had to chase Caesar. The messenger found her still holding onto those hopes and couldn’t greet her or speak directly. Instead, he showed her the weight of her misfortune with his tears more than his words and urged her to hurry if she wanted to see Pompey, who arrived with just one ship, and it wasn’t even his own. Hearing this, the young lady fainted and remained senseless and speechless for a long time. When she finally regained her senses, realizing this wasn’t the time for sorrow or tears, she jumped up and ran through the city toward the shore. When Pompey saw her and embraced her, she collapsed into his arms and exclaimed, “Sir, this is the result of my fate, not yours, that you’ve come to me in such a state with just one small vessel. Before my marriage to Cornelia, you used to sail these seas with a fleet of five hundred ships. Why did you come to see me? Why not leave to fate someone who has brought you her own misfortune? How happy I would have been if I had died before the news from Parthia about the death of Publius, my youthful husband! How wise it would have been if I had followed his fate as I intended! But I was meant for a greater tragedy, the downfall of Pompey the Great.”
Thus, they say, Cornelia spoke to him, and this was Pompey’s reply: “You have had, Cornelia, but one season of a better fortune, which it may be, gave you unfounded hopes, by attending me a longer time than is usual. It behoves us, who are mortals born, to endure these events, and to try fortune yet again; neither is it any less possible to recover our former state, than it was to fall from that into this.” Thereupon Cornelia sent for her servants and baggage out of the city. The citizens also of Mitylene came out to salute and invite Pompey into the city, but he refused, advising them to be obedient to the conqueror, and fear not, for that Caesar was a man of great goodness and clemency. Then turning to Cratippus, the philosopher, who came among the rest out of the city to visit him, he began to find some fault, and briefly argued with him upon Providence, but Cratippus modestly declined the dispute, putting him in better hopes only, lest by opposing, he might seem too austere or unseasonable. For he might have put Pompey a question in his turn, in defense of Providence; and might have demonstrated the necessity there was that the commonwealth should be turned into a monarchy, because of their ill government in the state; and could have asked, “How, O Pompey, and by what token or assurance can we ascertain, that if the victory had been yours, you would have used your fortune better than Caesar? We must leave the divine power to act as we find it do.”
So, they say, Cornelia talked to him, and Pompey replied: “You’ve only had one season of better luck, which might have given you false hopes, by staying with me longer than usual. It’s our duty, as mortals, to endure these things and to try our luck again; it’s just as possible to regain our former state as it was to fall from it into this one.” After that, Cornelia called for her servants and belongings from the city. The citizens of Mitylene also came out to greet and invite Pompey into the city, but he declined, advising them to be loyal to the conqueror and not to be afraid, as Caesar was a man of great kindness and mercy. Then, turning to Cratippus, the philosopher, who had come out to see him, he started to criticize him a bit and briefly debated with him about Providence. However, Cratippus modestly avoided the argument, hoping to keep Pompey’s spirits up, as he didn’t want to seem too harsh or out of place by challenging him. He could have questioned Pompey in defense of Providence; he could have shown that the republic needed to become a monarchy due to its poor governance; and he might have asked, “How, Pompey, can we know for sure that if you had won, you would have handled your fortune better than Caesar? We must let the divine power act as it does.”
Pompey having taken his wife and friends aboard, set sail, making no port, nor touching anywhere, but when he was necessitated to take in provisions, or fresh water. The first city he entered was Attalia, in Pamphylia, and whilst he was there, there came some galleys thither to him out of Cilicia, together with a small body of soldiers, and he had almost sixty senators with him again; then hearing that his navy was safe too, and that Cato had rallied a considerable body of soldiers after their overthrow, and was crossing with them over into Africa, he began to complain and blame himself to his friends that he had allowed himself to be driven into engaging by land, without making use of his other forces, in which he was irresistibly the stronger, and had not kept near enough to his fleet, that failing by land, he might have reinforced himself from the sea, and would have been again at the head of a power quite sufficient to encounter the enemy on equal terms. And in truth, neither did Pompey during all the war commit a greater oversight, nor Caesar use a more subtle stratagem, than in drawing the fight so far off from the naval forces.
Pompey, having brought his wife and friends on board, set sail without stopping at any ports, except when he needed to restock on supplies or fresh water. The first city he reached was Attalia in Pamphylia. While he was there, some galleys arrived from Cilicia along with a small group of soldiers, and he had almost sixty senators with him again. Then, after hearing that his navy was safe and that Cato had rallied a significant number of soldiers after their defeat and was heading to Africa, he started to blame himself to his friends for allowing himself to be pushed into land battles. He regretted not using his naval forces, where he was clearly stronger, and for not staying close enough to his fleet. If he had been more connected to his navy, he could have reinforced himself from the sea after the failure on land, and would have regained a force strong enough to face the enemy on even ground. In fact, during the entire war, Pompey made no greater mistake, nor did Caesar employ a more cunning strategy, than pulling the fight so far away from the naval forces.
As it now was, however, since he must come to some decision, and try some plan within his present ability, he dispatched his agents to the neighboring cities, and himself sailed about in person to others, requiring their aid in money and men for his ships. But, fearing lest the rapid approach of the enemy might cut off all his preparations, he began to consider what place would yield him the safest refuge and retreat at present. A consultation was held, and it was generally agreed that no province of the Romans was secure enough. As for foreign kingdoms, he himself was of opinion, that Parthia would be the fittest to receive and defend them in their present weakness, and best able to furnish them with new means and send them out again with large forces. Others of the council were for going into Africa, and to king Juba. But Theophanes the Lesbian, thought it madness to leave Egypt, that was but at a distance of three days’ sailing, and make no use of Ptolemy, who was still a boy, and was highly indebted to Pompey for the friendship and favor he had shown to his father, only to put himself under the Parthian, and trust the most treacherous nation in the world; and rather than make any trial of the clemency of a Roman, and his own near connection, to whom if he would but yield to be second, he might be the first and chief over all the rest, to go and place himself at the mercy of Arsaces, which even Crassus had not submitted to, while alive; and, moreover, to expose his young wife, of the family of the Scipios, among a barbarous people, who govern by their lusts, and measure their greatness by their power to commit affronts and insolencies; from whom, though she suffered no dishonor, yet it might be thought she did, being in the hands of those who had the power to do it. This argument alone, they say, was persuasive enough to divert his course, that was designed towards Euphrates, if it were so indeed that any counsel of Pompey’s, and not some superior power, made him take this other way.
As it stood, since he needed to make a decision and formulate a plan within his current abilities, he sent his agents to nearby cities while he personally sailed to others, seeking their support in money and manpower for his ships. However, worried that the enemy's rapid approach could disrupt his preparations, he started considering which location would provide him with the safest refuge and retreat. A meeting was held, and it was generally agreed that none of the Roman provinces were safe enough. Regarding foreign kingdoms, he believed that Parthia would be the best option to protect and support them in their current weakness and could supply them with new resources to send them out again with large forces. Others in the council suggested going to Africa to King Juba. But Theophanes the Lesbian argued it was foolish to leave Egypt, just three days' sail away, and not take advantage of Ptolemy, who was still a boy and greatly indebted to Pompey for his father's friendship and support. He criticized the idea of placing himself under the Parthian control and risking everything with the most treacherous nation, instead of testing the kindness of a Roman, who was also a close connection. If he yielded to be second, he could be the first among everyone else, rather than putting himself at the mercy of Arsaces, which even Crassus had not done while alive. Moreover, he would be exposing his young wife, from the Scipio family, to a barbaric people who rule by their desires and measure their power by their ability to commit offenses. Even if she faced no dishonor, it could easily be perceived as such since she would be in the hands of those capable of it. This argument alone, they say, was compelling enough to change his planned route toward the Euphrates, provided that Pompey’s advice and not some greater force guided his decision.
As soon, therefore, as it was resolved upon, that he should fly into Egypt, setting sail from Cyprus in a galley of Seleucia, together with Cornelia, while the rest of his company sailed along near him, some in ships of war, and others in merchant vessels, he passed over sea without danger. But on hearing that king Ptolemy was posted with his army at the city of Pelusium, making war against his sister, he steered his course that way, and sent a messenger before to acquaint the king with his arrival, and to crave his protection. Ptolemy himself was quite young, and therefore Pothinus, who had the principal administration of all affairs, called a council of the chief men, those being the greatest whom he pleased to make so, and commanded them every man to deliver his opinion touching the reception of Pompey. It was, indeed, a miserable thing, that the fate of the great Pompey should be left to the determinations of Pothinus the eunuch, Theodotus of Chios, the paid rhetoric master, and Achillas the Egyptian. For these, among the chamberlains and menial domestics, that made up the rest of the council, were the chief and leading men. Pompey, who thought it dishonorable for him to owe his safety to Caesar, riding at anchor at a distance from shore, was forced to wait the sentence of this tribunal. It seems they were so far different in their opinions that some were for sending the man away, and others again for inviting and receiving him; but Theodotus, to show his cleverness and the cogency of his rhetoric, undertook to demonstrate, that neither the one nor the other was safe in that juncture of affairs. For if they entertained him, they would be sure to make Caesar their enemy, and Pompey their master; or if they dismissed him, they might render themselves hereafter obnoxious to Pompey, for that inhospitable expulsion, and to Caesar, for the escape; so that the most expedient course would be to send for him and take away his life, for by that means they would ingratiate themselves with the one, and have no reason to fear the other; adding, it is related, with a smile, that “a dead man cannot bite.”
As soon as it was decided that he should flee to Egypt, he set sail from Cyprus in a boat from Seleucia, along with Cornelia, while the rest of his group sailed nearby—some in warships and others in merchant ships. He crossed the sea without any danger. However, upon learning that King Ptolemy was stationed with his army at the city of Pelusium, waging war against his sister, he changed his course and sent a messenger ahead to inform the king of his arrival and seek his protection. Ptolemy himself was quite young, and since Pothinus had the main control over all affairs, he called a council of the top officials, choosing those he deemed most important, and ordered each person to express their opinion on how to handle Pompey’s arrival. It was indeed tragic that the fate of the great Pompey was left in the hands of Pothinus the eunuch, Theodotus the paid rhetoric teacher, and Achillas the Egyptian. Among the chamberlains and servants, these were the leading figures. Pompey, who found it dishonorable to rely on Caesar for his safety, was forced to wait offshore as they debated his fate. They seemed to have different opinions—some wanted to send him away, while others preferred to welcome him. But Theodotus, wanting to demonstrate his intelligence and rhetorical skills, argued that neither option was safe at that moment. If they took him in, they would surely make an enemy of Caesar and have Pompey as their master. If they sent him away, they would risk making themselves targets for Pompey for the unwelcoming expulsion and for Caesar for allowing his escape. Therefore, he suggested that the best course of action would be to summon him and kill him, as that way they would win favor with Caesar and have no reason to fear Pompey, adding with a smile that “a dead man cannot bite.”
This advice being approved of, they committed the execution of it to Achillas. He, therefore, taking with him as his accomplices one Septimius, a man that had formerly held a command under Pompey, and Salvius, another centurion, with three or four attendants, made up towards Pompey’s galley. In the meantime, all the chiefest of those who accompanied Pompey in this voyage, were come into his ship to learn the event of their embassy. But when they saw the manner of their reception, that in appearance it was neither princely nor honorable, nor indeed in any way answerable to the hopes of Theophanes, or their expectation, (for there came but a few men in a fisherman’s boat to meet them,) they began to suspect the meanness of their entertainment, and gave warning to Pompey that he should row back his galley, whilst he was out of their reach, and make for the sea. By this time, the Egyptian boat drew near, and Septimius standing up first, saluted Pompey in the Latin tongue, by the title of imperator. Then Achillas, saluting him in the Greek language, desired him to come aboard his vessel, telling him, that the sea was very shallow towards the shore, and that a galley of that burden could not avoid striking upon the sands. At the same time they saw several of the king’s galleys getting their men on board, and all the shore covered with soldiers; so that even if they changed their minds, it seemed impossible for them to escape, and besides, their distrust would have given the assassins a pretence for their cruelty. Pompey, therefore, taking his leave of Cornelia, who was already lamenting his death before it came, bade two centurions, with Philip, one of his freedmen, and a slave called Scythes, go on board the boat before him. And as some of the crew with Achillas were reaching out their hands to help him, he turned about towards his wife and son, and repeated those iambics of Sophocles,
This advice being accepted, they assigned Achillas to carry it out. He took with him as partners Septimius, a man who had previously served under Pompey, and Salvius, another centurion, along with three or four attendants, and headed towards Pompey’s ship. Meanwhile, the key supporters of Pompey who had joined him on this voyage came aboard to find out what had happened with their mission. When they noticed the way they were received—neither grand nor respectful, and definitely not matching Theophanes’ hopes or their own expectations (since only a few people arrived in a small fishing boat to meet them)—they became suspicious about the quality of their welcome. They warned Pompey to turn his ship back while he still could and head for the open sea. By this time, the Egyptian boat was getting closer, and Septimius stood up first, greeting Pompey in Latin with the title of imperator. Then Achillas greeted him in Greek and asked him to come aboard his ship, explaining that the water was very shallow near the shore and that a ship of that size couldn’t avoid running aground. At that moment, they saw several of the king’s ships boarding their crew, and the entire shore was filled with soldiers; thus, even if they wanted to change their plans, it seemed impossible to escape. Moreover, their fears would only provide a reason for their attackers to be violent. So, Pompey, saying goodbye to Cornelia, who was already mourning his death before it happened, instructed two centurions, along with Philip, one of his freedmen, and a slave named Scythes, to go aboard the boat ahead of him. As some of Achillas' crew reached out to assist him, he turned back toward his wife and son and recited those lines from Sophocles,
He that once enters at a tyrant’s door,
Becomes a slave, though he were free before.
Anyone who steps through a tyrant's door,
Becomes a slave, even if they were free before.
These were the last words he spoke to his friends, and so he went aboard. Observing presently that notwithstanding there was a considerable distance betwixt his galley and the shore, yet none of the company addressed any words of friendliness or welcome to him all the way, he looked earnestly upon Septimius, and said, “I am not mistaken, surely, in believing you to have been formerly my fellow-soldier.” But he only nodded with his head, making no reply at all, nor showing any other courtesy. Since, therefore, they continued silent, Pompey took a little book in his hand, in which was written out an address in Greek, which he intended to make to king Ptolemy, and began to read it. When they drew near to the shore, Cornelia, together with the rest of his friends in the galley, was very impatient to see the event, and began to take courage at last, when she saw several of the royal escort coming to meet him, apparently to give him a more honorable reception; but in the meantime, as Pompey took Philip by the hand to rise up more easily, Septimius first stabbed him from behind with his sword; and after him likewise Salvius and Achillas drew out their swords. He, therefore, taking up his gown with both hands, drew it over his face, and neither saying nor doing anything unworthy of himself, only groaning a little, endured the wounds they gave him, and so ended his life, in the fifty-ninth year of his age, the very next day after the day of his birth.
These were the last words he said to his friends before he boarded the ship. Noticing that even though there was a significant distance between his ship and the shore, none of the company offered him any friendly greetings or welcome, he looked intently at Septimius and said, “I can’t be wrong in thinking you were once my fellow-soldier.” But Septimius only nodded his head, not responding or showing any other courtesy. As they remained silent, Pompey picked up a small book that contained a speech in Greek, which he planned to deliver to King Ptolemy, and started to read it. When they approached the shore, Cornelia and the rest of his friends on the ship were anxious to see the outcome and began to feel hopeful when she saw several members of the royal escort coming to greet him, seemingly to give him a more honorable welcome. However, as Pompey took Philip’s hand to rise more easily, Septimius first stabbed him from behind with his sword; then Salvius and Achillas also drew their swords. Therefore, Pompey raised his gown with both hands to cover his face, and without saying or doing anything inappropriate, he merely groaned a little and endured the wounds they inflicted, thus ending his life at fifty-nine years old, the very next day after his birthday.
Cornelia, with her company from the galley, seeing him murdered, gave such a cry that it was heard to the shore, and weighing anchor with all speed, they hoisted sail, and fled. A strong breeze from the shore assisted their flight into the open sea, so that the Egyptians, though desirous to overtake them, desisted from the pursuit. But they cut off Pompey’s head, and threw the rest of his body overboard, leaving it naked upon the shore, to be viewed by any that had the curiosity to see so sad a spectacle. Philip stayed by and watched till they had glutted their eyes in viewing it; and then washing it with sea-water, having nothing else, he wrapped it up in a shirt of his own for a winding-sheet. Then seeking up and down about the sands, at last he found some rotten planks of a little fisher-boat, not much, but yet enough to make up a funeral pile for a naked body, and that not quite entire. As Philip was busy in gathering and putting these old planks together, an old Roman citizen, who in his youth had served in the wars under Pompey, came up to him and demanded, who he was that was preparing the funeral of Pompey the Great. And Philip making answer, that he was his freedman, “Nay, then,” said he, “you shall not have this honor alone; let even me, too, I pray you, have my share in such a pious office. that I may not altogether repent me of this pilgrimage in a strange land, but in compensation of many misfortunes, may obtain this happiness at last, even with mine own hands to touch the body of Pompey, and do the last duties to the greatest general among the Romans.” And in this manner were the obsequies of Pompey performed. The next day Lucius Lentulus, not knowing what had passed, came sailing from Cyprus along the shore of that coast, and seeing a funeral pile, and Philip standing by, exclaimed, before he was yet seen by any one, “Who is this that has found his end here?” adding, after a short pause, with a sigh, “Possibly even thou, Pompeius Magnus!” and so going ashore, he was presently apprehended and slain. This was the end of Pompey.
Cornelia, along with her crew from the galley, let out a scream when she saw him murdered that could be heard from the shore. They quickly weighed anchor, raised the sails, and fled. A strong wind from the shore helped them escape into the open sea, so the Egyptians, despite wanting to catch them, stopped their pursuit. However, they beheaded Pompey and tossed his body overboard, leaving it exposed on the shore for anyone curious enough to witness such a tragic sight. Philip stayed behind and watched until they had satisfied their curiosity; then, using seawater since he had nothing else, he washed the body and wrapped it in his own shirt as a shroud. After searching the sands, he finally found some rotting planks from a small fishing boat—not much, but enough to create a funeral pyre for a naked body that wasn't completely intact. As Philip was busy gathering and assembling the old planks, an elderly Roman citizen, who had served under Pompey in the past, approached him and asked who he was preparing the funeral for. When Philip replied that he was Pompey’s freedman, the man said, “Then, you should not have this honor alone; allow me to share in this solemn task. I don’t want to leave this foreign land with only regret but would like to gain this small joy at last—by touching the body of Pompey and performing the last rites for the greatest general among the Romans.” This is how Pompey’s funeral was conducted. The next day, Lucius Lentulus, unaware of what had happened, sailed from Cyprus along that coast. Upon seeing a funeral pyre and Philip standing beside it, he exclaimed, before anyone could see him, “Who has met their end here?” After a short pause, he sighed and added, “Maybe it’s you, Pompey the Great!” He then went ashore, only to be captured and killed right away. That was the end of Pompey.
Not long after, Caesar arrived in the country that was polluted with this foul act, and when one of the Egyptians was sent to present him with Pompey’s head, he turned away from him with abhorrence as from a murderer; and on receiving his seal, on which was engraved a lion holding a sword in his paw, he burst into tears. Achillas and Pothinus he put to death; and king Ptolemy himself, being overthrown in battle upon the banks of the Nile, fled away and was never heard of afterwards. Theodotus, the rhetorician, flying out of Egypt, escaped the hands of Caesar’s justice, but lived a vagabond in banishment; wandering up and down, despised and hated of all men, till at last Marcus Brutus, after he had killed Caesar, finding him in his province of Asia, put him to death, with every kind of ignominy. The ashes of Pompey were carried to his wife Cornelia, who deposited them at his country house near Alba.
Not long after, Caesar arrived in the country tainted by this horrific act, and when one of the Egyptians was sent to present him with Pompey’s head, he turned away in disgust, as if he were facing a murderer. Upon receiving his seal, which had a lion holding a sword in its paw engraved on it, he burst into tears. He had Achillas and Pothinus executed; and King Ptolemy himself, defeated in battle along the banks of the Nile, fled and was never heard from again. Theodotus, the rhetorician, escaped from Egypt and avoided Caesar’s justice, but lived as a homeless wanderer, despised and hated by everyone, until finally Marcus Brutus, after killing Caesar, found him in his province of Asia and executed him with every kind of humiliation. The ashes of Pompey were taken to his wife Cornelia, who buried them at their country house near Alba.
COMPARISON OF POMPEY AND AGESILAUS
Thus having drawn out the history of the lives of Agesilaus and Pompey, the next thing is to compare them; and in order to this, to take a cursory view, and bring together the points in which they chiefly disagree; which are these. In the first place, Pompey attained to all his greatness and glory by the fairest and justest means, owing his advancement to his own efforts, and to the frequent and important aid which he rendered Sylla, in delivering Italy from its tyrants. But Agesilaus appears to have obtained his kingdom, not without offense both towards gods and towards men, towards these, by procuring judgment of bastardy against Leotychides, whom his brother had declared his lawful son, and towards those, by putting a false gloss upon the oracle, and eluding its sentence against his lameness. Secondly, Pompey never ceased to display his respect for Sylla during his lifetime, and expressed it also after his death, by enforcing the honorable interment of his corpse, in despite of Lepidus, and by giving his daughter in marriage to his son Faustus. But Agesilaus, upon a slight presence, cast off Lysander with reproach and dishonor. Yet Sylla in fact had owed to Pompey’s services, as much as Pompey ever received from him, whereas Lysander made Agesilaus king of Sparta, and general of all Greece. Thirdly, Pompey’s transgressions of right and justice in his political life were occasioned chiefly by his relations with other people, and most of his errors had some affinity, as well as himself, to Caesar and Scipio, his fathers-in-law. But Agesilaus, to gratify the fondness of his son, saved the life of Sphodrias by a sort of violence, when he deserved death for the wrong he had done to the Athenians; and when Phoebidas treacherously broke the peace with Thebes, zealously abetted him for the sake, it was clear, of the unjust act itself. In short, what mischief soever Pompey might be said to have brought on Rome through compliance with the wishes of his friends or through inadvertency, Agesilaus may be said to have brought on Sparta out of obstinacy and malice, by kindling the Boeotian war. And if, moreover, we are to attribute any part of these disasters to some personal ill-fortune attaching to the men themselves, in the case of Pompey, certainly, the Romans had no reason to anticipate it. Whereas Agesilaus would not suffer the Lacedaemonians to avoid what they foresaw and were forewarned must attend the “lame sovereignty.” For had Leotychides been chargeable ten thousand times as foreign and spurious, yet the race of the Eurypontidae was still in being, and could easily have furnished Sparta with a lawful king, that was sound in his limbs, had not Lysander darkened and disguised the true sense of the oracle in favor of Agesilaus.
Having outlined the lives of Agesilaus and Pompey, the next step is to compare them and highlight their main differences. First, Pompey achieved his greatness and glory through fair and just means, thanks to his own efforts and the significant support he provided to Sylla in freeing Italy from tyrants. In contrast, Agesilaus seems to have obtained his kingdom by offending both gods and people: he undermined Leotychides, whom his brother had declared his legitimate son, and misinterpreted the oracle to evade its judgment about his lameness. Secondly, Pompey consistently showed respect for Sylla while he was alive and continued to do so after his death, arranging for a proper burial for him despite Lepidus's objections and marrying his daughter to Sylla's son Faustus. However, Agesilaus quickly dismissed Lysander with scorn and dishonor. It’s worth noting that Sylla benefited from Pompey’s contributions just as much as Pompey benefited from him, whereas Lysander made Agesilaus the king of Sparta and the general of all Greece. Thirdly, Pompey’s lapses in justice in his political career largely stemmed from his relationships with others, and many of his mistakes were linked to his connections with Caesar and Scipio, his fathers-in-law. In contrast, Agesilaus, to please his son, saved Sphodrias from execution when he deserved punishment for wrongdoing against the Athenians; furthermore, when Phoebidas broke the peace with Thebes, Agesilaus eagerly supported him, clearly for the sake of the wrongful act itself. In conclusion, while one could argue that Pompey caused some harm to Rome due to friendships or oversights, Agesilaus is more accurately said to have brought trouble to Sparta out of stubbornness and malice, igniting the Boeotian war. Additionally, if we attribute some of these disasters to personal misfortune, Pompey certainly had no reason to expect such fate. Meanwhile, Agesilaus did not allow the Lacedaemonians to escape the consequences they foresaw and were warned about concerning the “lame sovereignty.” Even if Leotychides had been proven to be foreign and illegitimate, the line of the Eurypontidae still existed and could have easily provided Sparta with a rightful king who was healthy, had Lysander not obscured the true interpretation of the oracle in favor of Agesilaus.
Such a politic piece of sophistry as was devised by Agesilaus, in that great perplexity of the people as to the treatment to be given to those who had played the coward at the battle of Leuctra, when after that unhappy defeat, he decreed, that the laws should sleep for that day, it would be hard to find any parallel to; neither indeed have we the fellow of it in all Pompey’s story. But on the contrary, Pompey for a friend thought it no sin to break those very laws which he himself had made; as if to show at once the force of his friendship, and the greatness of his power; whereas Agesilaus, under the necessity, as it seemed, of either rescinding the laws, or not saving the citizens, contrived an expedient by the help of which the laws should not touch these citizens, and yet should not, to avoid it, be overthrown. Then I must commend it as an incomparable act of civil virtue and obedience in Agesilaus, that immediately upon the receipt of the scytala, he left the wars in Asia, and returned into his country. For he did not like Pompey merely advance his country’s interest by acts that contributed at the same time to promote his own greatness, but looking to his country’s good, for its sake laid aside as great authority and honor as ever any man had before or since, except Alexander the Great.
Such a clever piece of manipulation devised by Agesilaus came during the people's great confusion over how to treat those who had shown cowardice at the battle of Leuctra. After that unfortunate defeat, he declared that the laws should be suspended for the day. It's hard to find anything comparable; indeed, there’s nothing like it in all of Pompey's history. In contrast, Pompey thought it was okay to break the laws he created for a friend, as if to demonstrate the strength of his friendship and the extent of his power. Agesilaus, on the other hand, faced with the choice of either ignoring the laws or saving the citizens, came up with a solution that allowed the laws to remain intact while still protecting these citizens. I must commend Agesilaus for his extraordinary civic virtue and obedience; as soon as he received the scytala, he left the wars in Asia and returned to his homeland. Unlike Pompey, who advanced his country’s interests while also boosting his own status, Agesilaus prioritized his country's well-being, willingly giving up as much authority and honor as any man has ever held, except for Alexander the Great.
But now to take another point of view, if we sum up Pompey’s military expeditions and exploits of war, the number of his trophies, and the greatness of the powers which he subdued, and the multitude of battles in which he triumphed, I am persuaded even Xenophon himself would not put the victories of Agesilaus in balance with his, though Xenophon has this privilege allowed him, as a sort of special reward for his other excellences, that he may write and speak, in favor of his hero, whatever he pleases. Methinks, too, there is a great deal of difference betwixt these men, in their clemency and moderation towards their enemies. For Agesilaus, while attempting to enslave Thebes and exterminate Messene, the latter, his country’s ancient associate, and Thebes, the mother-city of his own royal house, almost lost Sparta itself, and did really lose the government of Greece; whereas Pompey gave cities to those of the pirates who were willing to change their manner of life; and when it was in his power to lead Tigranes, king of Armenia, in triumph, he chose rather to make him a confederate of the Romans, saying, that a single day was worth less than all future time. But if the preeminence in that which relates to the office and virtues of a general, should be determined by the greatest and most important acts and counsels of war, the Lacedaemonian would not a little exceed the Roman. For Agesilaus never deserted his city, though it was besieged by an army of seventy thousand men, when there were very few soldiers within to defend it, and those had been defeated too, but a little before, at the battle of Leuctra. But Pompey, when Caesar with a body only of fifty-three hundred men, had taken but one town in Italy, departed in a panic out of Rome, either through cowardice, when there were so few, or at least through a false and mistaken belief that there were more; and having conveyed away his wife and children, he left all the rest of the citizens defenseless, and fled; whereas he ought either to have conquered in fight for the defense of his country, or yielded upon terms to the conqueror, who was moreover his fellow-citizen, and allied to him; but now to the same man to whom he refused a prolongation of the term of his government, and thought it intolerable to grant another consulship, to him he gave the power, by letting him take the city, to tell Metellus, together with all the rest, that they were his prisoners.
But now to look at things differently, if we add up Pompey's military campaigns and achievements, the number of trophies he earned, the significant powers he defeated, and the many battles he won, I believe even Xenophon wouldn’t compare the victories of Agesilaus to his, even though Xenophon is allowed a sort of special privilege to praise his hero however he wishes due to his other merits. I also think there’s a huge difference between these two men in how they treated their enemies. Agesilaus, while trying to enslave Thebes and wipe out Messene—his country’s long-time ally—almost lost Sparta itself and actually lost control over Greece; whereas Pompey offered cities to those pirates who wanted to change their ways, and when he could have marched Tigranes, the king of Armenia, in triumph, he chose instead to make him an ally of the Romans, saying that one day wasn’t worth more than all the future. However, if we determine superiority based on the most significant military actions and strategies of a general, the Lacedaemonian would far surpass the Roman. Agesilaus never abandoned his city, even when it was under siege by an army of seventy thousand men, with very few soldiers left to defend it—those who had just recently lost at the battle of Leuctra. In contrast, Pompey fled Rome in a panic when Caesar, with just five thousand three hundred men, had captured only one town in Italy, either out of cowardice, given the small number, or from the mistaken belief that there were more soldiers against him. He took his wife and children away but left all the other citizens defenseless and ran. He should have either fought to defend his country or surrendered to the conqueror, who was also his fellow citizen and ally; yet he denied this man an extension of his command and found it unbearable to grant him another consulship, only to give him the power to take the city and tell Metellus and everyone else that they were his prisoners.
That which is chiefly the office of a general, to force the enemy into fighting when he finds himself the stronger, and to avoid being driven into it himself when he is the weaker, this excellence Agesilaus always displayed, and by it kept himself invincible; whereas in contending with Pompey, Caesar, who was the weaker, successfully declined the danger, and his own strength being in his land forces. drove him into putting the conflict to issue with these, and thus made himself master of the treasure, stores, and the sea too, which were all in his enemy’s hands, and by the help of which the victory could have been secured without fighting. And what is alleged as an apology in vindication of Pompey, is to a general of his age and standing the greatest of disgraces. For, granting that a young commander might by clamor and outcry be deprived of his fortitude and strength of mind, and weakly forsake his better judgment, and the thing be neither strange nor altogether unpardonable, yet for Pompey the Great, whose camp the Romans called their country, and his tent the senate, styling the consuls, praetors, and all other magistrates who were conducting, the government at Rome, by no better title than that of rebels and traitors, for him, whom they well knew never to have been under the command of any but himself, having served all his campaigns under himself as sole general, for him upon so small a provocation as the scoffs of Favonius and Domitius, and lest he should bear the nickname of Agamemnon, to be wrought upon, and even forced to hazard the whole empire and liberty of Rome upon the cast of a die, was surely indeed intolerable. Who, if he had so much regarded a present infamy, should have guarded the city at first with his arms, and fought the battle in defense of Rome, not have left it as he did; nor while declaring his flight from Italy an artifice in the manner of Themistocles, nevertheless be ashamed in Thessaly of a prudent delay before engaging. Heaven had not appointed the Pharsalian fields to be the stage and theater upon which they should contend for the empire of Rome, neither was he summoned thither by any herald upon challenge, with intimation that he must either undergo the combat, or surrender the prize to another. There were many other fields, thousands of cities, and even the whole earth placed at his command, by the advantage of his fleet, and his superiority at sea, if he would but have followed the examples of Maximus, Marius, Lucullus, and even Agesilaus himself, who endured no less tumults within the city of Sparta, when the Thebans provoked him to come out and fight in defense of the land, and sustained in Egypt also numerous calumnies, slanders, and suspicions on the part of the king, whom he counseled to abstain from a battle. And thus following always what he had determined in his own judgment upon mature advice, by that means he not only preserved the Egyptians, against their wills, not only kept Sparta, in those desperate convulsions, by his sole act, safe from overthrow, but even was able to set up trophies likewise in the city over the Thebans, having given his countrymen an occasion of being victorious afterwards by not at first leading them out, as they tried to force him to do to their own destruction. The consequence was that in the end Agesilaus was commended by the very men, when they found themselves saved, upon whom he had put this compulsion, whereas Pompey, whose error had been occasioned by others, found those his accusers whose advice had misled him. Some indeed profess that he was deceived by his father-in-law Scipio, who, designing to conceal and keep to himself the greatest part of that treasure which he had brought out of Asia, pressed Pompey to battle, upon the pretence that there would be a want of money. Yet admitting he was deceived, one in his place ought not to have been so, nor should have allowed so slight an artifice to cause the hazard of such mighty interests. And thus we have taken a view of each, by comparing together their conduct, and actions in war.
The main responsibility of a general is to force the enemy into battle when he has the advantage and to avoid being compelled into it when he is at a disadvantage. Agesilaus consistently demonstrated this skill, making himself invincible. In contrast, Caesar, who was weaker in his struggles with Pompey, managed to avoid danger. His strength lay in his land forces, which pushed him to engage in battle and ultimately seize his enemy's treasure, supplies, and naval power—resources that could have ensured victory without fighting. What is cited as an excuse for Pompey’s actions represents a significant disgrace for a general of his experience. It’s one thing for a young commander to lose his courage and thus his judgment due to pressure, but for Pompey the Great—whose camp was recognized as the heart of Rome, and whose tent was considered the Senate, referring to the consuls, praetors, and other officers as mere rebels and traitors—was unacceptable. Given that he had always been his own commander throughout his campaigns, for him to be swayed by the insults of Favonius and Domitius and risk the entire empire and Rome's freedom over something so trivial was truly outrageous. If he had truly cared about immediate disgrace, he would have initially defended the city with his forces and fought for Rome, instead of abandoning it. Even while he described his retreat from Italy as a clever tactic reminiscent of Themistocles, he was ashamed to delay in Thessaly before engaging. The fields at Pharsalus were not the destined battleground for the control of Rome, nor was he summoned there by any herald to either fight or surrender. Numerous other battlegrounds, thousands of cities, and all of Earth were at his disposal, due to his naval fleet and dominance at sea, had he followed in the footsteps of Maximus, Marius, Lucullus, or even Agesilaus himself—who withstood turmoil in Sparta when provoked to fight for his homeland and faced numerous challenges in Egypt while advising the king against battle. By always adhering to his own well-considered decisions, he not only protected the Egyptians against their wishes and kept Sparta safe during chaos, but he also achieved victory over the Thebans by not initially leading his own men into a fatal battle. As a result, Agesilaus received praise from those he had compelled, once they found themselves saved, while Pompey, misled by others, faced accusations from those who had led him astray. Some claim he was misled by his father-in-law Scipio, who aimed to hoard the majority of the treasure he had brought from Asia and pushed Pompey into battle under the guise of a financial crisis. However, even if he had been deceived, someone in his position should not have been, nor should he have allowed such a minor trick to endanger vital interests. Thus, we have compared both their conduct and actions in war.
As to their voyages into Egypt, one steered his course thither out of necessity in flight; the other neither honorably, nor of necessity, but as a mercenary soldier, having enlisted himself into the service of a barbarous nation for pay, that he might be able afterwards to wage war upon the Greeks. And secondly, what we charge upon the Egyptians in the name of Pompey, the Egyptians lay to the charge of Agesilaus. Pompey trusted them and was betrayed and murdered by them; Agesilaus accepted their confidence and deserted them, transferring his aid to the very enemies who were now attacking those whom be had been brought over to assist.
Regarding their trips to Egypt, one went there out of necessity and in haste; the other did so neither honorably nor out of necessity, but as a hired soldier, having signed up with a foreign nation for money, so he could later fight against the Greeks. Moreover, what we accuse the Egyptians of in the name of Pompey, the Egyptians accuse Agesilaus of. Pompey trusted them and was betrayed and killed by them; Agesilaus accepted their trust and abandoned them, switching his support to their enemies who were now attacking those he had initially come to help.
ALEXANDER
It being my purpose to write the lives of Alexander the king, and of Caesar, by whom Pompey was destroyed, the multitude of their great actions affords so large a field that I were to blame if I should not by way of apology forewarn my reader that I have chosen rather to epitomize the most celebrated parts of their story, than to insist at large on every particular circumstance of it. It must be borne in mind that my design is not to write histories, but lives. And the most glorious exploits do not always furnish us with the clearest discoveries of virtue or vice in men; sometimes a matter of less moment, an expression or a jest, informs us better of their characters and inclinations, than the most famous sieges, the greatest armaments, or the bloodiest battles whatsoever. Therefore as portrait-painters are more exact in the lines and features of the face in which the character is seen, than in the other parts of the body, so I must be allowed to give my more particular attention to the marks and indications of the souls of men, and while I endeavor by these to portray their lives, may be free to leave more weighty matters and great battles to be treated of by others.
I aim to write about the lives of Alexander the king and Caesar, who brought about the downfall of Pompey. The many significant actions they took provide such a vast topic that I feel it’s necessary to let my readers know that I’ve chosen to highlight the most famous parts of their stories rather than go into detail about every specific event. It’s important to remember that my goal isn’t to write histories, but rather to focus on their lives. The most glorious achievements don’t always reveal the clearest insights into a person's virtue or vice; sometimes, a minor detail, a comment, or a joke can tell us more about their character and inclinations than the biggest sieges, largest armies, or bloodiest battles. Just as portrait artists pay closer attention to the facial features that showcase character rather than the rest of the body, I want to focus more on the signs and traits of people’s souls. While I strive to depict their lives through these aspects, I leave the heavier topics and major battles to be discussed by others.
It is agreed on by all hands, that on the father’s side, Alexander descended from Hercules by Caranus, and from Aeacus by Neoptolemus on the mother’s side. His father Philip, being in Samothrace, when he was quite young, fell in love there with Olympias, in company with whom he was initiated in the religious ceremonies of the country, and her father and mother being both dead, soon after, with the consent of her brother Arymbas, he married her. The night before the consummation of their marriage, she dreamed that a thunderbolt fell upon her body, which kindled a great fire, whose divided flames dispersed themselves all about, and then were extinguished. And Philip some time after he was married, dreamt that he sealed up his wife’s body with a seal, whose impression, as he fancied, was the figure of a lion. Some of the diviners interpreted this as a warning to Philip to look narrowly to his wife; but Aristander of Telmessus, considering how unusual it was to seal up anything that was empty, assured him the meaning of his dream was, that the queen was with child of a boy, who would one day prove as stout and courageous as a lion. Once, moreover, a serpent was found lying by Olympias as she slept, which more than anything else, it is said, abated Philip’s passion for her; and whether he feared her as an enchantress, or thought she had commerce with some god, and so looked on himself as excluded, he was ever after less fond of her conversation. Others say, that the women of this country having always been extremely addicted to the enthusiastic Orphic rites, and the wild worship of Bacchus, (upon which account they were called Clodones, and Mimallones,) imitated in many things the practices of the Edonian and Thracian women about Mount Haemus, from whom the word threskeuein, seems to have been derived, as a special term for superfluous and over-curious forms of adoration; and that Olympias, zealously affecting these fanatical and enthusiastic inspirations, to perform them with more barbaric dread, was wont in the dances proper to these ceremonies to have great tame serpents about her, which sometimes creeping out of the ivy and the mystic fans, sometimes winding themselves about the sacred spears, and the women’s chaplets, made a spectacle which the men could not look upon without terror.
Everyone agrees that on his father’s side, Alexander descended from Hercules through Caranus, and from Aeacus through Neoptolemus on his mother’s side. His father Philip, while in Samothrace at a young age, fell in love with Olympias, alongside whom he was initiated into the local religious rituals. After her parents passed away, he married her with the consent of her brother Arymbas. The night before their wedding was consummated, she dreamed that a thunderbolt struck her body, igniting a great fire whose divided flames scattered and then went out. Later, after they were married, Philip dreamed that he marked his wife’s body with a seal that he imagined had a lion's image. Some diviners interpreted this as a warning for Philip to be cautious with his wife; however, Aristander of Telmessus, noting how unusual it would be to seal something that was empty, assured him that the dream meant the queen was pregnant with a boy who would one day be as brave and strong as a lion. Moreover, once a serpent was found beside Olympias while she slept, which reportedly diminished Philip's desire for her; whether he feared her as a sorceress or thought she was involved with a god, he became less inclined to spend time with her afterward. Others say that women in this region were deeply into the ecstatic Orphic rituals and the wild worship of Bacchus (which is why they were called Clodones and Mimallones) and imitated many practices of the Edonian and Thracian women around Mount Haemus. The term threskeuein seems to have originated from this to denote excessive and overly elaborate forms of worship. It was said that Olympias, passionately drawn to these fanatical and ecstatic inspirations, would perform them with more wild intensity, often having large tame serpents around her during the dances associated with these rituals, which sometimes emerged from the ivy and the mystic fans or wrapped around the sacred spears and women’s garlands, creating a sight that terrified onlookers.
Philip, after this vision, sent Chaeron of Megalopolis to consult the oracle of Apollo at Delphi, by which he was commanded to perform sacrifice, and henceforth pay particular honor, above all other gods, to Ammon; and was told he should one day lose that eye with which he presumed to peep through the chink of the door, when he saw the god, under the form of a serpent, in the company of his wife. Eratosthenes says that Olympias, when she attended Alexander on his way to the army in his first expedition, told him the secret of his birth, and bade him behave himself with courage suitable to his divine extraction. Others again affirm that she wholly disclaimed any pretensions of the kind, and was wont to say, “When will Alexander leave off slandering me to Juno?”
Philip, after having this vision, sent Chaeron from Megalopolis to consult the oracle of Apollo at Delphi, where he was instructed to make a sacrifice and, from then on, give special honor, above all other gods, to Ammon. He was also told that he would one day lose the eye with which he dared to peep through the door's crack when he saw the god in the form of a serpent, alongside his wife. Eratosthenes mentions that Olympias, while accompanying Alexander on his way to the army during his first campaign, revealed the secret of his birth and urged him to act with the courage fitting for his divine lineage. Others, however, insist that she completely denied any such claims and would often say, “When will Alexander stop slandering me to Juno?”
Alexander was born the sixth of Hecatombaeon, which month the Macedonians call Lous, the same day that the temple of Diana at Ephesus was burnt; which Hegesias of Magnesia makes the occasion of a conceit, frigid enough to have stopped the conflagration. The temple, he says, took fire and was burnt while its mistress was absent, assisting at the birth of Alexander. And all the Eastern soothsayers who happened to be then at Ephesus, looking upon the ruin of this temple to be the forerunner of some other calamity, ran about the town, beating their faces, and crying, that this day had brought forth something that would prove fatal and destructive to all Asia.
Alexander was born on the sixth of Hecatombaeon, a month the Macedonians call Lous, on the same day the temple of Diana in Ephesus was burned down. Hegesias of Magnesia uses this as the basis for a rather dull joke: the temple caught fire and burned while its goddess was away, helping with Alexander's birth. All the Eastern soothsayers who happened to be in Ephesus at the time viewed the destruction of the temple as a bad omen, so they ran around town, beating their chests and shouting that this day had brought forth something that would be deadly and disastrous for all of Asia.
Just after Philip had taken Potidaea, he received these three messages at one time, that Parmenio had overthrown the Illyrians in a great battle, that his race-horse had won the course at the Olympic games, and that his wife had given birth to Alexander; with which being naturally well pleased, as an addition to his satisfaction, he was assured by the diviners that a son, whose birth was accompanied with three such successes, could not fail of being invincible.
Just after Philip captured Potidaea, he received three messages at once: that Parmenio had defeated the Illyrians in a big battle, that his racehorse had won at the Olympic games, and that his wife had given birth to Alexander. Naturally pleased with this news, on top of his satisfaction, the diviners assured him that a son born along with three such successes could only be invincible.
The statues that gave the best representation of Alexander’s person, were those of Lysippus, (by whom alone he would suffer his image to be made,) those peculiarities which many of his successors afterwards and his friends used to affect to imitate, the inclination of his head a little on one side towards his left shoulder, and his melting eye, having been expressed by this artist with great exactness. But Apelles, who drew him with thunderbolts in his hand, made his complexion browner and darker than it was naturally; for he was fair and of a light color, passing into ruddiness in his face and upon his breast. Aristoxenus in his Memoirs tells us that a most agreeable odor exhaled from his skin, and that his breath and body all over was so fragrant as to perfume the clothes which he wore next him; the cause of which might probably be the hot and adjust temperament of his body. For sweet smells, Theophrastus conceives, are produced by the concoction of moist humors by heat, which is the reason that those parts of the world which are driest and most burnt up, afford spices of the best kind, and in the greatest quantity; for the heat of the sun exhausts all the superfluous moisture which lies in the surface of bodies, ready to generate putrefaction. And this hot constitution, it may be, rendered Alexander so addicted to drinking, and so choleric. His temperance, as to the pleasures of the body, was apparent in him in his very childhood, as he was with much difficulty incited to them, and always used them with great moderation; though in other things he was extremely eager and vehement, and in his love of glory, and the pursuit of it, he showed a solidity of high spirit and magnanimity far above his age. For he neither sought nor valued it upon every occasion, as his father Philip did, (who affected to show his eloquence almost to a degree of pedantry, and took care to have the victories of his racing chariots at the Olympic games engraved on his coin,) but when he was asked by some about him, whether he would run a race in the Olympic games, as he was very swift-footed, he answered, he would, if he might have kings to run with him. Indeed, he seems in general to have looked with indifference, if not with dislike, upon the professed athletes. He often appointed prizes, for which not only tragedians and musicians, pipers and harpers, but rhapsodists also, strove to outvie one another; and delighted in all manner of hunting and cudgel-playing, but never gave any encouragement to contests either of boxing or of the pancratium.
The statues that best represented Alexander were those by Lysippus, the only artist he allowed to create his image. Many of his successors and friends later tried to copy the unique features that Lysippus captured, like the slight tilt of his head toward his left shoulder and his expressive eyes. However, Apelles, who depicted him holding thunderbolts, made his complexion darker than it actually was; he was naturally fair-skinned with a slight ruddy hue on his face and chest. Aristoxenus, in his Memoirs, mentions that a pleasant scent came from his skin and that his breath and body were so fragrant they scented the clothes around him. This might have been due to his hot and balanced body temperature. Theophrastus suggests that sweet smells come from the heating of moist humors, which is why the driest and hottest regions produce the best and most abundant spices. The sun’s heat evaporates excess moisture on surfaces, preventing decay. This warm constitution might explain why Alexander had a strong liking for drinking and was quick-tempered. He showed restraint regarding physical pleasures even in childhood; it was challenging to tempt him, and he always approached them with moderation. In contrast, he was passionate and intense in other pursuits, particularly in his desire for glory, demonstrating a maturity and nobility beyond his years. Unlike his father, Philip, who often sought to display his eloquence and had his Olympic chariot victories stamped on his coins, Alexander showed indifference toward such accolades. When asked if he would compete in the Olympic races, given his swiftness, he replied he would, but only if he could compete against kings. Generally, he seemed to regard professional athletes with indifference, if not disdain. He often established prizes for contests involving tragedians, musicians, pipers, and harpers, and enjoyed various types of hunting and stick-fighting, but never encouraged boxing or pankration matches.
While he was yet very young, he entertained the ambassadors from the king of Persia, in the absence of his father, and entering much into conversation with them, gained so much upon them by his affability, and the questions he asked them, which were far from being childish or trifling, (for he inquired of them the length of the ways, the nature of the road into inner Asia, the character of their king, how he carried himself to his enemies, and what forces he was able to bring, into the field,) that they were struck with admiration of him, and looked upon the ability so much famed of Philip, to be nothing in comparison with the forwardness and high purpose that appeared thus early in his son. Whenever he heard Philip had taken any town of importance, or won any signal victory, instead of rejoicing at it altogether, he would tell his companions that his father would anticipate everything, and leave him and them no opportunities of performing great and illustrious actions. For being more bent upon action and glory than either upon pleasure or riches, he esteemed all that he should receive from his father as a diminution and prevention of his own future achievements; and would have chosen rather to succeed to a kingdom involved in troubles and wars, which would have afforded him frequent exercise of his courage, and a large field of honor, than to one already flourishing and settled, where his inheritance would be an inactive life, and the mere enjoyment of wealth and luxury.
While he was still very young, he hosted the ambassadors from the king of Persia in his father's absence. He engaged them in conversation and won them over with his friendliness and thoughtful questions, which were far from childish or trivial. He asked about the distance of the roads, the nature of the route into inner Asia, their king’s character, how he treated his enemies, and what military strength he had. This impressed the ambassadors, making them regard Philip's renowned abilities as nothing compared to the ambition and potential they saw in Philip's son. Whenever he heard that Philip had captured an important city or achieved a significant victory, instead of celebrating, he would tell his friends that his father would accomplish everything first, leaving him and them with no chance to achieve great and notable deeds. He was more focused on action and glory than on pleasure or wealth, considering any advantages he received from his father as a hindrance to his own future accomplishments. He would have preferred to inherit a troubled and war-torn kingdom, which would give him frequent opportunities to prove his courage and earn honor, rather than a prosperous and settled one, where his inheritance would lead to a life of inactivity and mere enjoyment of wealth and luxury.
The care of his education, as it might be presumed, was committed to a great many attendants, preceptors, and teachers, over the whole of whom Leonidas, a near kinsman of Olympias, a man of an austere temper, presided, who did not indeed himself decline the name of what in reality is a noble and honorable office, but in general his dignity, and his near relationship, obtained him from other people the title of Alexander’s foster father and governor. But he who took upon him the actual place and style of his pedagogue, was Lysimachus the Acarnanian, who, though he had nothing specially to recommend him, but his lucky fancy of calling himself Phoenix, Alexander Achilles, and Philip Peleus, was therefore well enough esteemed, and ranked in the next degree after Leonidas.
The responsibility for his education, as one might expect, was handed over to many attendants, tutors, and teachers, all of whom were overseen by Leonidas, a close relative of Olympias. He was a man of strict demeanor who indeed accepted the title associated with what is truly a noble and respectable role. His position and family connection earned him the title of Alexander’s foster father and guardian from others. However, the one who actually took on the role and title of his tutor was Lysimachus the Acarnanian, who, although he had little to recommend himself other than his interesting choice to call himself Phoenix, while referring to Alexander as Achilles and Philip as Peleus, was still considered respectable and ranked just below Leonidas.
Philonicus the Thessalian brought the horse Bucephalas to Philip, offering to sell him for thirteen talents; but when they went into the field to try him, they found him so very vicious and unmanageable, that he reared up when they endeavored to mount him, and would not so much as endure the voice of any of Philip’s attendants. Upon which, as they were leading him away as wholly useless and untractable, Alexander, who stood by, said, “What an excellent horse do they lose, for want of address and boldness to manage him!” Philip at first took no notice of what he said; but when he heard him repeat the same thing several times, and saw he was much vexed to see the horse sent away, “Do you reproach,” said he to him, “those who are older than yourself, as if you knew more, and were better able to manage him than they?” “I could manage this horse,” replied he, “better than others do.” “And if you do not,” said Philip, “what will you forfeit for your rashness?” “I will pay,” answered Alexander, “the whole price of the horse.” At this the whole company fell a laughing; and as soon as the wager was settled amongst them, he immediately ran to the horse, and taking hold of the bridle, turned him directly towards the sun, having, it seems, observed that he was disturbed at and afraid of the motion of his own shadow; then letting him go forward a little, still keeping the reins in his hand, and stroking him gently when he found him begin to grow eager and fiery, he let fall his upper garment softly, and with one nimble leap securely mounted him, and when he was seated, by little and little drew in the bridle, and curbed him without either striking or spurring him. Presently, when he found him free from all rebelliousness, and on]y impatient for the course, he let him go at full speed, inciting him now with a commanding voice, and urging him also with his heel. Philip and his friends looked on at first in silence and anxiety for the result, till seeing him turn at the end of his career, and come back rejoicing and triumphing for what he had performed, they all burst out into acclamations of applause; and his father, shedding tears, it is said, for joy, kissed him as he came down from his horse, and in his transport, said, “O my son, look thee out a kingdom equal to and worthy of thyself, for Macedonia is too little for thee.”
Philonicus from Thessaly brought the horse Bucephalus to Philip, offering to sell him for thirteen talents. But when they went to the field to test him, they found him so aggressive and unmanageable that he reared up when they tried to mount him and wouldn't tolerate the presence of any of Philip’s attendants. As they led him away, declaring him useless and untrainable, Alexander, who was watching, said, “What a great horse they are losing because they lack the skill and courage to handle him!” At first, Philip ignored him, but after hearing him say it several times and noticing how upset Alexander was about seeing the horse leave, Philip said, “Are you questioning those older than you, as if you know more and can handle him better than they can?” “I can manage this horse," replied Alexander, "better than anyone else can.” “And if you fail,” said Philip, “what will you lose for your boldness?” “I’ll cover the entire cost of the horse,” Alexander answered. At this, everyone laughed, and once they settled the wager, he rushed over to the horse, took hold of the bridle, and turned him towards the sun, having noticed that the horse was spooked by the movement of his own shadow. Then, letting him move forward a bit while still holding the reins, he gently stroked him as he began to get eager and fiery. He then dropped his outer garment softly, and with one swift leap managed to mount him securely. Once seated, he gradually tightened the reins and controlled him without striking or spurring. As soon as he saw the horse calm down, but still eager to run, he let him go at full speed, urging him on with his voice and encouraging him with his heel. Philip and his friends watched in silence, anxious about the outcome, until they saw Alexander turn at the end of his run and come back joyful and triumphant. They all erupted in applause, and Philip, moved to tears of joy, kissed Alexander as he dismounted and exclaimed, “My son, seek a kingdom worthy of you, for Macedonia is too small for you.”
After this, considering him to be of a temper easy to be led to his duty by reason, but by no means to be compelled, he always endeavored to persuade rather than to command or force him to anything; and now looking upon the instruction and tuition of his youth to be of greater difficulty and importance, than to be wholly trusted to the ordinary masters in music and poetry, and the common school subjects, and to require, as Sophocles says,
After this, seeing that he was the type to be guided by reason rather than forced into anything, he always tried to persuade him instead of commanding or pressuring him. Now, believing that educating him during his youth was more challenging and significant than relying solely on regular music and poetry teachers, as well as the typical school subjects, he felt it deserved more attention, just as Sophocles says,
The bridle and the rudder too,
The bridle and the rudder too,
he sent for Aristotle, the most learned and most cerebrated philosopher of his time, and rewarded him with a munificence proportionable to and becoming the care he took to instruct his son. For he repeopled his native city Stagira, which he had caused to be demolished a little before, and restored all the citizens who were in exile or slavery, to their habitations. As a place for the pursuit of their studies and exercises, he assigned the temple of the Nymphs, near Mieza, where, to this very day, they show you Aristotle’s stone seats, and the shady walks which he was wont to frequent. It would appear that Alexander received from him not only his doctrines of Morals, and of Politics, but also something of those more abstruse and profound theories which these philosophers, by the very names they gave them, professed to reserve for oral communication to the initiated, and did not allow many to become acquainted with. For when he was in Asia, and heard Aristotle had published some treatises of that kind, he wrote to him, using very plain language to him in behalf of philosophy, the following letter. “Alexander to Aristotle greeting. You have not done well to publish your books of oral doctrine; for what is there now that we excel others in, if those things which we have been particularly instructed in be laid open to all? For my part, I assure you, I had rather excel others in the knowledge of what is excellent, than in the extent of my power and dominion. Farewell.” And Aristotle, soothing this passion for preeminence, speaks, in his excuse for himself, of these doctrines, as in fact both published and not published: as indeed, to say the truth, his books on metaphysics are written in a style which makes them useless for ordinary teaching, and instructive only, in the way of memoranda, for those who have been already conversant in that sort of learning.
He summoned Aristotle, the most knowledgeable and famous philosopher of his time, and rewarded him generously for the effort he put into teaching his son. He repopulated his hometown, Stagira, which he had caused to be destroyed a little earlier, and restored all the citizens who were in exile or slavery to their homes. He designated the temple of the Nymphs near Mieza as a place for their studies and practices, where you can still see Aristotle’s stone seats and the shaded paths he used to walk. Alexander seemed to gain not just moral and political teachings from him but also some of the deeper and more complex theories that these philosophers kept reserved for those who were initiated and didn't share widely. When he was in Asia and learned that Aristotle had published works on these subjects, he wrote to him in straightforward language concerning philosophy: “Alexander to Aristotle, greetings. You haven’t done well by publishing your oral teachings; what do we excel at now if the things we've been specially taught are open to everyone? Personally, I would rather be distinguished for understanding what is excellent than for the extent of my power and rule. Farewell.” In response, Aristotle, who was aware of Alexander's desire for superiority, justified himself by discussing these doctrines as both published and unpublished, because, to be honest, his books on metaphysics are written in such a way that they are not useful for general teaching and serve only as reminders for those who are already familiar with that type of learning.
Doubtless also it was to Aristotle, that he owed the inclination he had, not to the theory only, but likewise to the practice of the art of medicine. For when any of his friends were sick, he would often prescribe them their course of diet, and medicines proper to their disease, as we may find in his epistles. He was naturally a great lover of all kinds of learning and reading; and Onesicritus informs us, that he constantly laid Homer’s Iliads, according to the copy corrected by Aristotle, called the casket copy, with his dagger under his pillow, declaring that he esteemed it a perfect portable treasure of all military virtue and knowledge. When he was in the upper Asia, being destitute of other books, he ordered Harpalus to send him some; who furnished him with Philistus’s History, a great many of the plays of Euripides, Sophocles, and Aeschylus, and some dithyrambic odes, composed by Telestes and Philoxenus. For awhile he loved and cherished Aristotle no less, as he was wont to say himself, than if he had been his father, giving this reason for it, that as he had received life from the one, so the other had taught him to live well. But afterwards, upon some mistrust of him, yet not so great as to make him do him any hurt, his familiarity and friendly kindness to him abated so much of its former force and affectionateness, as to make it evident he was alienated from him. However, his violent thirst after and passion for learning, which were once implanted, still grew up with him, and never decayed; as appears by his veneration of Anaxarchus, by the present of fifty talents which he sent to Xenocrates, and his particular care and esteem of Dandamis and Calanus.
No doubt, he owed his passion for both the theory and practice of medicine to Aristotle. When his friends fell ill, he often would suggest the right diet and medicines for their conditions, as seen in his letters. He was naturally a big fan of all kinds of learning and reading. Onesicritus tells us that he always kept a corrected copy of Homer’s Iliads, known as the casket copy, under his pillow with his dagger, claiming it was a perfect portable treasure of military wisdom and knowledge. While in upper Asia, lacking other books, he instructed Harpalus to send him some. Harpalus provided him with Philistus’s History, many plays by Euripides, Sophocles, and Aeschylus, and some dithyrambic odes by Telestes and Philoxenus. For a time, he cherished Aristotle as much as he would a father, explaining that while he received life from one, the other taught him how to live well. However, later on, some mistrust developed, though not enough to hurt him, leading him to distance himself somewhat from Aristotle. Still, his intense passion for learning remained strong and never faded, evident in his respect for Anaxarchus, the fifty talents he sent to Xenocrates, and his particular regard for Dandamis and Calanus.
While Philip went on his expedition against the Byzantines, he left Alexander, then sixteen years old, his lieutenant in Macedonia, committing the charge of his seal to him; who, not to sit idle, reduced the rebellious Maedi, and having taken their chief town by storm, drove out the barbarous inhabitants, and planting a colony of several nations in their room, called the place after his own name, Alexandropolis. At the battle of Chaeronea, which his father fought against the Grecians, he is said to have been the first man that charged the Thebans’ sacred band. And even in my remembrance, there stood an old oak near the river Cephisus, which people called Alexander’s oak, because his tent was pitched under it. And not far off are to be seen the graves of the Macedonians who fell in that battle. This early bravery made Philip so fond of him, that nothing pleased him more than to hear his subjects call himself their general and Alexander their king.
While Philip was on his campaign against the Byzantines, he left Alexander, who was just sixteen, as his lieutenant in Macedonia, entrusting him with the responsibility of his seal. Not wanting to be idle, Alexander defeated the rebellious Maedi and captured their chief town, driving out the barbaric inhabitants. He then established a colony of various nations in their place and named the town after himself, Alexandropolis. At the Battle of Chaeronea, which his father fought against the Greeks, he is said to have been the first to charge the Theban sacred band. Even in my memory, there was an old oak near the river Cephisus that people called Alexander’s oak because his tent was set up beneath it. Not far away are the graves of the Macedonians who fell in that battle. This early display of bravery made Philip so proud of him that he delighted in hearing his subjects call him their general and Alexander their king.
But the disorders of his family, chiefly caused by his new marriages and attachments, (the troubles that began in the women’s chambers spreading, so to say, to the whole kingdom,) raised various complaints and differences between them, which the violence of Olympias, a woman of a jealous and implacable temper, made wider, by exasperating Alexander against his father. Among the rest, this accident contributed most to their falling out. At the wedding of Cleopatra, whom Philip fell in love with and married, she being much too young for him, her uncle Attalus in his drink desired the Macedonians would implore the gods to give them a lawful successor to the kingdom by his niece. This so irritated Alexander, that throwing one of the cups at his head, “You villain,” said he, “what, am I then a bastard?” Then Philip taking Attalus’s part, rose up and would have run his son through; but by good fortune for them both, either his over-hasty rage, or the wine he had drunk, made his foot slip, so that he fell down on the floor. At which Alexander reproachfully insulted over him: “See there,” said he, “the man, who makes preparations to pass out of Europe into Asia, overturned in passing from one seat to another.” After this debauch, he and his mother Olympias withdrew from Philip’s company, and when he had placed her in Epirus, he himself retired into Illyria.
But the issues in his family, mainly caused by his new marriages and relationships, (the troubles that started in the women’s quarters spreading, so to speak, to the whole kingdom,) led to various complaints and conflicts among them. Olympias, who was jealous and unforgiving, only made things worse by stirring up Alexander against his father. This incident was one of the major reasons for their falling out. At the wedding of Cleopatra, whom Philip fell in love with and married, she being far too young for him, her uncle Attalus got drunk and suggested that the Macedonians should pray to the gods for a legitimate heir to the throne through his niece. This infuriated Alexander so much that he threw a cup at Attalus, saying, “You jerk, am I a bastard?” Then Philip supported Attalus, stood up, and tried to stab his son; but luckily for them both, either his hasty anger or the wine he had consumed caused him to slip and fall to the floor. At that, Alexander taunted him, saying, “Look at that, the man who plans to move from Europe to Asia, tripped while trying to move from one seat to another.” After this drunken episode, he and his mother Olympias distanced themselves from Philip, and after he settled her in Epirus, he himself went to Illyria.
About this time, Demaratus the Corinthian, an old friend of the family, who had the freedom to say anything among them without offense, coming to visit Philip, after the first compliments and embraces were over, Philip asked him, whether the Grecians were at amity with one another. “It ill becomes you,” replied Demaratus, “to be so solicitous about Greece, when you have involved your own house in so many dissensions and calamities.” He was so convinced by this seasonable reproach, that he immediately sent for his son home, and by Demartatus’s mediation prevailed with him to return. But this reconciliation lasted not long; for when Pixodorus, viceroy of Caria, sent Aristocritus to treat for a match between his eldest daughter and Philip’s son Arrhidaeus, hoping by this alliance to secure his assistance upon occasion, Alexander’s mother, and some who pretended to be his friends, presently filled his head with tales and calumnies, as if Philip, by a splendid marriage and important alliance, were preparing the way for settling the kingdom upon Arrhidaeus. In alarm at this, he dispatched Thessalus, the tragic actor, into Caria, to dispose Pixodorus to slight Arrhidaeus, both as illegitimate and a fool, and rather to accept of himself for his son-in-law. This proposition was much more agreeable to Pixodorus than the former. But Philip, as soon as he was made acquainted with this transaction, went to his son’s apartment, taking with him Philotas, the son of Parmenio, one of Alexander’s intimate friends and companions, and there reproved him severely, and reproached him bitterly, that he should be so degenerate, and unworthy of the power he was to leave him, as to desire the alliance of a mean Carian, who was at best but the slave of a barbarous prince. Nor did this satisfy his resentment, for he wrote to the Corinthians, to send Thessalus to him in chains, and banished Harpalus, Nearchus, Erigyius, and Ptolemy, his son’s friends and favorites, whom Alexander afterwards recalled, and raised to great honor and preferment.
Around this time, Demaratus the Corinthian, an old family friend who could speak freely without offending anyone, visited Philip. After they shared initial greetings and hugs, Philip asked him if the Greeks were getting along. “It’s surprising that you care so much about Greece when your own household is filled with fighting and troubles,” Demaratus replied. Convinced by this timely criticism, Philip immediately called his son home and, with Demaratus’s help, convinced him to return. However, this reconciliation didn’t last long. When Pixodorus, the governor of Caria, sent Aristocritus to discuss a marriage between his eldest daughter and Philip’s son Arrhidaeus, hoping to secure Philip’s support through this alliance, Alexander’s mother and some who claimed to be his friends filled his head with rumors and slanders, suggesting that Philip was planning to solidify the kingdom for Arrhidaeus through a powerful marriage. Alarmed by this, Arrhidaeus sent Thessalus, the tragic actor, to Caria to persuade Pixodorus to overlook Arrhidaeus, labeling him as both illegitimate and foolish, and to consider Philip instead as a potential son-in-law. This proposal was much more appealing to Pixodorus than the previous one. However, once Philip found out about this, he went to his son’s room, bringing Philotas, the son of Parmenio, one of Alexander’s close friends. He scolded him harshly and accused him bitterly of being so unworthy of the power he would inherit as to seek an alliance with a lowly Carian, who was, at best, a slave to a cruel prince. This didn’t satisfy Philip’s anger; he wrote to the Corinthians, demanding that they send Thessalus to him in chains, and he banished Harpalus, Nearchus, Erigyius, and Ptolemy, his son’s friends and favorites, who Alexander later recalled and honored greatly.
Not long after this, Pausanias, having had an outrage done to him at the instance of Attalus and Cleopatra, when he found he could get no reparation for his disgrace at Philip’s hands, watched his opportunity and murdered him. The guilt of which fact was laid for the most part upon Olympias, who was said to have encouraged and exasperated the enraged youth to revenge; and some sort of suspicion attached even to Alexander himself, who, it was said, when Pausanias came and complained to him of the injury he had received, repeated the verse out of Euripides’s Medea: —
Not long after this, Pausanias, after being wronged by Attalus and Cleopatra, realized he couldn’t get any justice for his humiliation from Philip, so he seized his chance and killed him. Most of the blame for this was placed on Olympias, who was said to have urged the angry young man to seek revenge. There was even some suspicion directed at Alexander himself, who, when Pausanias came to him to complain about the wrong he suffered, quoted a line from Euripides’s Medea: —
On husband, and on father, and on bride.
On husband, and on father, and on bride.
However, he took care to find out and punish the accomplices of the conspiracy severely, and was very angry with Olympias for treating Cleopatra inhumanly in his absence.
However, he made sure to discover and harshly punish the accomplices of the conspiracy, and he was very angry with Olympias for treating Cleopatra cruelly while he was away.
Alexander was but twenty years old when his father was murdered, and succeeded to a kingdom beset on all sides with great dangers, and rancorous enemies. For not only the barbarous nations that bordered on Macedonia, were impatient of being governed by any but their own native princes; but Philip likewise, though he had been victorious over the Grecians, yet, as the time had not been sufficient for him to complete his conquest and accustom them to his sway, had simply left all things in a general disorder and confusion. It seemed to the Macedonians a very critical time; and some would have persuaded Alexander to give up all thought of retaining the Grecians in subjection by force of arms, and rather to apply himself to win back by gentle means the allegiance of the tribes who were designing revolt, and try the effect of indulgence in arresting the first motions towards revolution. But he rejected this counsel as weak and timorous, and looked upon it to be more prudence to secure himself by resolution and magnanimity, than, by seeming to buckle to any, to encourage all to trample on him. In pursuit of this opinion, he reduced the barbarians to tranquility, and put an end to all fear of war from them, by a rapid expedition into their country as far as the river Danube, where he gave Syrmus, king of the Triballians, an entire overthrow. And hearing the Thebans were in revolt, and the Athenians in correspondence with them, he immediately marched through the pass of Thermopylae, saying that to Demosthenes who had called him a child while he was in Illyria and in the country of the Triballians, and a youth when he was in Thessaly, he would appear a man before the walls of Athens.
Alexander was only twenty years old when his father was murdered, and he inherited a kingdom facing many dangers and fierce enemies. The barbaric nations bordering Macedonia were eager to be ruled only by their own native kings. Although Philip had won victories over the Greeks, he hadn’t had enough time to finish his conquests and get them used to his rule, leaving everything in a state of disorder and chaos. The Macedonians thought this was a very critical moment; some even advised Alexander to give up on keeping the Greeks under control by force and instead try to win back the loyalty of the tribes planning to rebel through softer means, hoping that kindness could stop any initial movements toward revolt. But he dismissed this advice as weak and cowardly, believing it wiser to secure his position through determination and bravery rather than by appearing submissive and encouraging everyone to walk all over him. Following this belief, he quickly brought peace to the barbarian tribes and eliminated any war threats from them by launching a swift campaign into their territory as far as the Danube River, where he defeated Syrmus, the king of the Triballians. When he heard that the Thebans were rebelling and the Athenians were supporting them, he quickly marched through the pass of Thermopylae, stating that to Demosthenes, who had called him a child while he was in Illyria and a youth in Thessaly, he would show up as a man before the walls of Athens.
When he came to Thebes, to show how willing he was to accept of their repentance for what was past, he only demanded of them Phoenix and Prothytes, the authors of the rebellion, and proclaimed a general pardon to those who would come over to him. But when the Thebans merely retorted by demanding Philotas and Antipater to be delivered into their hands, and by a proclamation on their part, invited all who would assert the liberty of Greece to come over to them, he presently applied himself to make them feel the last extremities of war. The Thebans indeed defended themselves with a zeal and courage beyond their strength, being much outnumbered by their enemies. But when the Macedonian garrison sallied out upon them from the citadel, they were so hemmed in on all sides, that the greater part of them fell in the battle; the city itself being taken by storm, was sacked and razed, Alexander’s hope being that so severe an example might terrify the rest of Greece into obedience, and also in order to gratify the hostility of his confederates, the Phocians and Plataeans. So that, except the priests, and some few who had heretofore been the friends and connections of the Macedonians, the family of the poet Pindar, and those who were known to have opposed the public vote for the war, all the rest, to the number of thirty thousand, were publicly sold for slaves; and it is computed that upwards of six thousand were put to the sword. Among the other calamities that befell the city, it happened that some Thracian soldiers having broken into the house of a matron of high character and repute, named Timoclea, their captain, after he had used violence with her, to satisfy his avarice as well as lust, asked her, if she knew of any money concealed; to which she readily answered she did, and bade him follow her into a garden, where she showed him a well, into which, she told him, upon the taking of the city she had thrown what she had of most value. The greedy Thracian presently stooping down to view the place where he thought the treasure lay, she came behind him, and pushed him into the well, and then flung great stones in upon him, till she had killed him. After which, when the soldiers led her away bound to Alexander, her very mien and gait showed her to be a woman of dignity, and of a mind no less elevated, not betraying the least sign of fear or astonishment. And when the king asked her who she was, “I am,” said she, “the sister of Theagenes, who fought the battle of Chaeronea with your father Philip, and fell there in command for the liberty of Greece.” Alexander was so surprised, both at what she had done, and what she said, that he could not choose but give her and her children their freedom to go whither they pleased.
When he arrived in Thebes, to demonstrate how willing he was to accept their apology for past actions, he only asked for Phoenix and Prothytes, the instigators of the rebellion, and declared a general pardon to anyone who would join him. But when the Thebans responded by demanding Philotas and Antipater to be handed over and issued a proclamation inviting anyone who supported the freedom of Greece to come to their side, he quickly focused on making them experience the harsh realities of war. The Thebans defended themselves with an enthusiasm and bravery that exceeded their actual strength, being heavily outnumbered by their enemies. However, when the Macedonian garrison charged out from the citadel, they were surrounded on all sides, resulting in a significant portion of them falling in battle. The city was taken by storm, looted, and destroyed, with Alexander hoping that such a harsh example would intimidate the rest of Greece into submission and to also satisfy the animosity of his allies, the Phocians and Plataeans. Therefore, except for the priests and a few who had previously been friends or connections of the Macedonians, like the family of the poet Pindar, and those known to have opposed the public decision for war, the remaining thirty thousand individuals were sold into slavery; it’s estimated that over six thousand were killed. Among the many tragedies that struck the city, some Thracian soldiers broke into the home of a respected matron named Timoclea. Their captain, after assaulting her to gratify his greed and lust, asked her if she knew of any hidden treasure. She quickly replied that she did and urged him to follow her to a garden, where she pointed out a well, claiming that she had thrown her valuables into it when the city fell. The greedy Thracian leaned down to look for the treasure, and she pushed him into the well from behind, then threw large stones in on top of him until he was dead. Later, when soldiers brought her bound to Alexander, her demeanor and posture displayed that she was a dignified woman with a strong spirit, showing no signs of fear or surprise. When the king asked her who she was, she replied, “I am the sister of Theagenes, who fought at the Battle of Chaeronea against your father Philip and fell there while fighting for the freedom of Greece.” Alexander was so taken aback by both her actions and her words that he could not help but grant her and her children their freedom to go wherever they wished.
After this he received the Athenians into favor, although they had shown themselves so much concerned at the calamity of Thebes that out of sorrow they omitted the celebration of the Mysteries, and entertained those who escaped with all possible humanity. Whether it were, like the lion, that his passion was now satisfied, or that after an example of extreme cruelty, he had a mind to appear merciful, it happened well for the Athenians; for he not only forgave them all past offenses, but bade them to look to their affairs with vigilance, remembering that if he should miscarry, they were likely to be the arbiters of Greece. Certain it is, too, that in after-time he often repented of his severity to the Thebans, and his remorse had such influence on his temper as to make him ever after less rigorous to all others. He imputed also the murder of Clitus, which he committed in his wine, and the unwillingness of the Macedonians to follow him against the Indians, by which his enterprise and glory was left imperfect, to the wrath and vengeance of Bacchus, the protector of Thebes. And it was observed that whatsoever any Theban, who had the good fortune to survive this victory, asked of him, he was sure to grant without the least difficulty.
After this, he gained the favor of the Athenians, even though they had shown such concern over the disaster in Thebes that, out of grief, they skipped the celebration of the Mysteries and welcomed the survivors with compassion. Whether it was because, like a satisfied lion, he felt his anger had calmed, or because, after witnessing extreme cruelty, he wanted to seem merciful, it turned out well for the Athenians. He not only pardoned all their past wrongs but also urged them to pay close attention to their affairs, reminding them that if he were to fail, they could be the ones deciding the fate of Greece. It’s also clear that later on, he often regretted his harshness towards the Thebans, and this remorse influenced him to be less strict with everyone else. He blamed the murder of Clitus, which he committed while drunk, and the reluctance of the Macedonians to follow him against the Indians—leaving his mission and glory unfinished—on the wrath and vengeance of Bacchus, the protector of Thebes. It was noted that whatever any Theban who survived this victory asked of him, he granted without hesitation.
Soon after, the Grecians, being assembled at the Isthmus, declared their resolution of joining with Alexander in the war against the Persians, and proclaimed him their general. While he stayed here, many public ministers and philosophers came from all parts to visit him, and congratulated him on his election, but contrary to his expectation, Diogenes of Sinope, who then was living at Corinth, thought so little of him, that instead of coming to compliment him, he never so much as stirred out of the suburb called the Cranium, where Alexander found him lying along in the sun. When he saw so much company near him, he raised himself a little, and vouchsafed to look upon Alexander; and when he kindly asked him whether he wanted anything, “Yes,” said he, “I would have you stand from between me and the sun.” Alexander was so struck at this answer, and surprised at the greatness of the man, who had taken so little notice of him, that as he went away, he told his followers who were laughing at the moroseness of the philosopher, that if he were not Alexander, he would choose to be Diogenes.
Soon after, the Greeks gathered at the Isthmus and declared their decision to join Alexander in the war against the Persians, naming him their general. While he was there, many diplomats and philosophers came from all over to visit him and congratulate him on his election. However, contrary to what he expected, Diogenes of Sinope, who was living in Corinth at the time, thought so little of him that instead of coming to pay his respects, he didn’t even bother to leave the suburb called the Cranium, where Alexander found him lying in the sun. When Diogenes saw a crowd around him, he sat up a bit and looked at Alexander. When Alexander kindly asked if he needed anything, Diogenes replied, “Yes, I want you to move out of the way so I can see the sun.” Alexander was so taken aback by this response and impressed by the man's disregard for him that as he left, he told his followers, who were laughing at the philosopher’s rudeness, that if he weren’t Alexander, he would want to be Diogenes.
Then he went to Delphi, to consult Apollo concerning the success of the war he had undertaken, and happening to come on one of the forbidden days, when it was esteemed improper to give any answers from the oracle, he sent messengers to desire the priestess to do her office; and when she refused, on the plea of a law to the contrary, he went up himself, and began to draw her by force into the temple, until tired and overcome with his importunity, “My son,” said she, “thou art invincible.” Alexander taking hold of what she spoke, declared he had received such an answer as he wished for, and that it was needless to consult the god any further. Among other prodigies that attended the departure of his army, the image of Orpheus at Libethra, made of cypress-wood, was seen to sweat in great abundance, to the discouragement of many. But Aristander told him, that far from presaging any ill to him, it signified he should perform acts so important and glorious as would make the poets and musicians of future ages labor and sweat to describe and celebrate them.
Then he went to Delphi to ask Apollo about the outcome of the war he had started. Unfortunately, he arrived on one of the forbidden days when it was considered improper to receive any answers from the oracle. He sent messengers to request that the priestess fulfill her duty, but when she refused due to a law against it, he went up himself and tried to physically pull her into the temple. Eventually, worn out by his persistence, she said, “My son, you are invincible.” Alexander took this as the answer he wanted and felt it was unnecessary to consult the god any further. Among other signs that accompanied his army's departure, the cypress-wood image of Orpheus at Libethra was seen to sweat profusely, which discouraged many. However, Aristander assured him that this did not predict any bad news; instead, it meant he would achieve such important and glorious deeds that future poets and musicians would struggle and sweat to express and celebrate them.
His army, by their computation who make the smallest amount, consisted of thirty thousand foot, and four thousand horse; and those who make the most of it, speak but of forty-three thousand foot, and three thousand horse. Aristobulus says, he had not a fund of above seventy talents for their pay, nor had he more than thirty days’ provision, if we may believe Duris; Onesicritus tells us, he was two hundred talents in debt. However narrow and disproportionable the beginnings of so vast an undertaking might seem to be, yet he would not embark his army until he had informed himself particularly what means his friends had to enable them to follow him, and supplied what they wanted, by giving good farms to some, a village to one, and the revenue of some hamlet or harbor town to another. So that at last he had portioned out or engaged almost all the royal property; which giving Perdiccas an occasion to ask him what he would leave himself, he replied, his hopes. “Your soldiers,” replied Perdiccas, “will be your partners in those,” and refused to accept of the estate he had assigned him. Some others of his friends did the like, but to those who willingly received, or desired assistance of him, he liberally granted it, as far as his patrimony in Macedonia would reach, the most part of which was spent in these donations.
His army, by the estimates of those who calculate low, was made up of thirty thousand infantry and four thousand cavalry; and those who estimate high, claim there were forty-three thousand infantry and three thousand cavalry. Aristobulus says he didn't have more than seventy talents for their pay, and according to Duris, he also only had enough provisions for thirty days. Onesicritus reports he was two hundred talents in debt. Despite how limited and mismatched the start of such a huge venture might seem, he wouldn't deploy his army until he thoroughly understood what resources his friends had to support him and filled in the gaps by giving good farms to some, a village to another, and the revenue from various small towns or harbors to others. In the end, he had almost allocated or committed nearly all of the royal assets; this led Perdiccas to ask him what he would keep for himself, to which he replied, his hopes. “Your soldiers,” Perdiccas responded, “will share in those,” and refused to accept the estate he had allocated to him. Some other friends did the same, but to those who eagerly accepted or asked for his help, he generously provided support as far as his inheritance in Macedonia allowed, most of which was spent on these donations.
With such vigorous resolutions, and his mind thus disposed, he passed the Hellespont, and at Troy sacrificed to Minerva, and honored the memory of the heroes who were buried there, with solemn libations; especially Achilles, whose gravestone he anointed, and with his friends, as the ancient custom is, ran naked about his sepulchre, and crowned it with garlands, declaring how happy he esteemed him, in having while he lived so faithful a friend, and when he was dead, so famous a poet to proclaim his actions. While he was viewing the rest of the antiquities and curiosities of the place, being told he might see Paris’s harp, if he pleased, he said, he thought it not worth looking on, but he should be glad to see that of Achilles, to which he used to sing the glories and great actions of brave men.
With such strong intentions and a determined mindset, he crossed the Hellespont and at Troy made sacrifices to Minerva. He honored the memory of the heroes buried there with solemn offerings, especially Achilles, whose gravestone he anointed. Along with his friends, he ran naked around the tomb, as was the ancient custom, and crowned it with garlands, expressing how fortunate he felt to have had such a loyal friend in life and such a celebrated poet to sing his praises after death. While he explored the other historical sites and curiosities in the area, he was told he could see Paris's harp if he wanted. He replied that he didn't think it was worth his time but would love to see Achilles's harp, to which he used to sing about the glories and heroic deeds of great men.
In the meantime Darius’s captains having collected large forces, were encamped on the further bank of the river Granicus, and it was necessary to fight, as it were, in the gate of Asia for an entrance into it. The depth of the river, with the unevenness and difficult ascent of the opposite bank, which was to be gained by main force, was apprehended by most, and some pronounced it an improper time to engage, because it was unusual for the kings of Macedonia to march with their forces in the month called Daesius. But Alexander broke through these scruples, telling; them they should call it a second Artemisius. And when Parmenio advised him not to attempt anything that day, because it was late, he told him that he should disgrace the Hellespont, should he fear the Granicus. And so without more saying, he immediately took the river with thirteen troops of horse, and advanced against whole showers of darts thrown from the steep opposite side, which was covered with armed multitudes of the enemy’s horse and foot, notwithstanding the disadvantage of the ground and the rapidity of the stream; so that the action seemed to have more of frenzy and desperation in it, than of prudent conduct. However, he persisted obstinately to gain the passage, and at last with much ado making his way up the banks, which were extremely muddy and slippery, he had instantly to join in a mere confused hand-to-hand combat with the enemy, before he could draw up his men, who were still passing over, into any order. For the enemy pressed upon him with loud and warlike outcries; and charging horse against horse, with their lances, after they had broken and spent these, they fell to it with their swords. And Alexander, being easily known by his buckler, and a large plume of white feathers on each side of his helmet, was attacked on all sides, yet escaped wounding, though his cuirass was pierced by a javelin in one of the joinings. And Rhoesaces and Spithridates, two Persian commanders, falling upon him at once, he avoided one of them, and struck at Rhoesaces, who had a good cuirass on, with such force, that his spear breaking in his hand, he was glad to betake himself to his dagger. While they were thus engaged, Spithridates came up on one side of him, and raising himself upon his horse, gave him such a blow with his battle-axe on the helmet, that he cut off the crest of it, with one of his plumes, and the helmet was only just so far strong enough to save him, that the edge of the weapon touched the hair of his head. But as he was about to repeat his stroke, Clitus, called the black Clitus, prevented him, by running him through the body with his spear. At the same time Alexander dispatched Rhoesaces with his sword. While the horse were thus dangerously engaged, the Macedonian phalanx passed the river, and the foot on each side advanced to fight. But the enemy hardly sustaining the first onset, soon gave ground and fled, all but the mercenary Greeks, who, making a stand upon a rising ground, desired quarter, which Alexander, guided rather by passion than judgment, refused to grant, and charging them himself first, had his horse (not Bucephalas, but another) killed under him. And this obstinacy of his to cut off these experienced desperate men, cost him the lives of more of his own soldiers than all the battle before, besides those who were wounded. The Persians lost in this battle twenty thousand foot, and two thousand five hundred horse. On Alexander’s side, Aristobulus says there were not wanting above four and thirty, of whom nine were foot-soldiers; and in memory of them he caused so many statues of brass, of Lysippus’s making, to be erected. And that the Grecians might participate the honor of his victory, he sent a portion of the spoils home to them, particularly to the Athenians three hundred bucklers, and upon all the rest he ordered this inscription to be set: “Alexander the son of Philip, and the Grecians, except the Lacedaemonians, won these from the barbarians who inhabit Asia.” All the plate and purple garments, and other things of the same kind that he took from the Persians, except a very small quantity which he reserved for himself, he sent as a present to his mother.
In the meantime, Darius’s captains had gathered large forces and were camped on the far side of the Granicus River. It was essential to fight here, at the gateway to Asia, to secure entry into it. Many were concerned about the river's depth and the steep, difficult climb up the opposite bank, and some suggested it was a bad time to engage since it was uncommon for Macedonian kings to march with their armies in the month of Daesius. However, Alexander dismissed these concerns, telling them they could call it a second Artemisius. When Parmenio advised him against acting that day because it was late, Alexander replied that he would disgrace the Hellespont if he feared the Granicus. Without further discussion, he crossed the river with thirteen cavalry troops, facing heavy volleys of missiles from the steep bank, which was filled with armed enemy horsemen and infantry. Despite the challenging terrain and the swift current, the action appeared more like a reckless frenzy than a smart strategy. Nevertheless, he stubbornly pushed to cross and, after much effort navigating the muddy and slippery banks, he found himself in a chaotic hand-to-hand fight with the enemy before he could organize his men crossing the river. The enemy pressed him fiercely with loud battle cries, and as their cavalry clashed with his, they soon switched to swords after their lances were broken. Alexander, identifiable by his shield and large plume of white feathers on his helmet, was attacked from all sides but managed to avoid serious injury, although a javelin pierced his cuirass at a joint. Rhoesaces and Spithridates, two Persian commanders, attacked him at the same time. He dodged one and aimed at Rhoesaces, but his spear broke in the encounter, forcing him to use his dagger. While they fought, Spithridates charged at him, raising himself on his horse and struck a blow to Alexander's helmet, slicing off the crest and one plume, with the helmet just managing to protect his head. Just as he was about to swing again, Clitus, known as Black Clitus, intervened and stabbed him with a spear. At the same time, Alexander dispatched Rhoesaces with his sword. While their cavalry battled fiercely, the Macedonian phalanx crossed the river, and foot soldiers on both sides advanced to fight. The enemy, unable to withstand the initial assault, soon retreated, except for the mercenary Greeks, who took a stand on elevated ground and asked for mercy. Alexander, acting more on emotion than reason, refused them and charged first himself, resulting in the death of his horse (not Bucephalas, but another). His stubbornness in wanting to eliminate these experienced fighters cost him more soldiers' lives than the entire battle had before, along with many wounded. The Persians lost around twenty thousand infantry and two thousand five hundred cavalry in this battle. On Alexander’s side, Aristobulus noted that no more than thirty-four soldiers were killed, including nine infantrymen; in their memory, he ordered the creation of bronze statues by Lysippus. To involve the Greeks in the honor of his victory, he sent a share of the spoils home, specifically three hundred shields to the Athenians, and on all the remaining spoils, he had this inscription placed: “Alexander the son of Philip, and the Greeks, except the Lacedaemonians, won these from the barbarians who inhabit Asia.” He sent all the silver, purple garments, and other valuables taken from the Persians, keeping only a small amount for himself, as a gift to his mother.
This battle presently made a great change of affairs to Alexander’s advantage. For Sardis itself, the chief seat of the barbarian’s power in the maritime provinces, and many other considerable places were surrendered to him; only Halicarnassus and Miletus stood out, which he took by force, together with the territory about them. After which he was a little unsettled in his opinion how to proceed. Sometimes he thought it best to find out Darius as soon as he could, and put all to the hazard of a battle; another while he looked upon it as a more prudent course to make an entire reduction of the sea-coast, and not to seek the enemy till he had first exercised his power here and made himself secure of the resources of these provinces. While he was thus deliberating what to do, it happened that a spring of water near the city of Xanthus in Lycia, of its own accord swelled over its banks, and threw up a copper plate upon the margin, in which was engraven in ancient characters, that the time would come, when the Persian empire should be destroyed by the Grecians. Encouraged by this accident, he proceeded to reduce the maritime parts of Cilicia and Phoenicia, and passed his army along the sea-coasts of Pamphylia with such expedition that many historians have described and extolled it with that height of admiration, as if it were no less than a miracle, and an extraordinary effect of divine favor, that the waves which usually come rolling in violently from the main, and hardly ever leave so much as a narrow beach under the steep, broken cliffs at any time uncovered, should on a sudden retire to afford him passage. Menander, in one of his comedies, alludes to this marvel when he says,
This battle significantly shifted the situation in Alexander’s favor. Sardis, the main stronghold of the barbarian power in the coastal regions, along with many other important places, surrendered to him. Only Halicarnassus and Miletus resisted, and he captured them by force, along with the surrounding territory. After this, he was a bit unsure about how to move forward. Sometimes he thought it would be best to find Darius quickly and risk a battle; other times, he considered it wiser to completely secure the coastline first and not seek the enemy until he had stabilized his control over the resources in those areas. While he was weighing his options, a spring of water near the city of Xanthus in Lycia unexpectedly overflowed its banks and revealed a copper plate on the edge, inscribed in ancient letters, predicting that the Persian empire would be destroyed by the Greeks. Encouraged by this occurrence, he moved to take control of the coastal regions of Cilicia and Phoenicia, swiftly leading his army along the coast of Pamphylia. Many historians have described and praised this speed with such admiration that they likened it to a miracle, an extraordinary sign of divine favor, as the waves, which usually crashed violently against the steep cliffs and rarely left any beach exposed, suddenly receded to allow him passage. Menander, in one of his comedies, references this marvel when he says,
Was Alexander ever favored more?
Each man I wish for meets me at my door,
And should I ask for passage through the sea,
The sea I doubt not would retire for me.
Was Alexander ever more favored?
Every man I wish for shows up at my door,
And if I ask for passage across the sea,
I have no doubt the sea would part for me.
But Alexander himself in his epistles mentions nothing unusual in this at all, but says he went from Phaselis, and passed through what they call the Ladders. At Phaselis he stayed some time, and finding the statue of Theodectes, who was a native of this town and was now dead, erected in the marketplace, after he had supped, having drunk pretty plentifully, he went and danced about it, and crowned it with garlands, honoring not ungracefully in his sport, the memory of a philosopher whose conversation he had formerly enjoyed, when he was Aristotle’s scholar.
But Alexander himself mentions nothing unusual in his letters, saying he left Phaselis and went through what they call the Ladders. He stayed in Phaselis for a while, and when he found the statue of Theodectes, a native of the town who had recently passed away, he went to the marketplace after having dinner and quite a bit to drink. He danced around the statue and crowned it with garlands, playfully honoring the memory of a philosopher whose conversations he had enjoyed when he was a student of Aristotle.
Then he subdued the Pisidians who made head against him, and conquered the Phrygians, at whose chief city Gordium, which is said to be the seat of the ancient Midas, he saw the famous chariot fastened with cords made of the rind of the corner-tree, which whosoever should untie, the inhabitants had a tradition, that for him was reserved the empire of the world. Most authors tell the story that Alexander, finding himself unable to untie the knot, the ends of which were secretly twisted round and folded up within it, cut it asunder with his sword. But Aristobulus tells us it was easy for him to undo it, by only pulling the pin out of the pole, to which the yoke was tied, and afterwards drawing off the yoke itself from below. From hence he advanced into Paphlagonia and Cappadocia, both which countries he soon reduced to obedience, and then hearing of the death of Memnon, the best commander Darius had upon the sea-coasts, who, if he had lived, might, it was supposed, have put many impediments and difficulties in the way of the progress of his arms, he was the rather encouraged to carry the war into the upper provinces of Asia.
Then he defeated the Pisidians who stood against him and conquered the Phrygians. In their chief city, Gordium, which is said to be the home of the ancient Midas, he saw the famous chariot tied with ropes made from the bark of a tree. There was a local legend that whoever could untie it would be destined to rule the world. Most accounts say that Alexander, unable to untie the knot—whose ends were secretly twisted and tucked away—cut it with his sword. However, Aristobulus claims that he actually found it easy to undo by simply pulling out the pin from the pole to which the yoke was attached and then removing the yoke itself. From there, he moved into Paphlagonia and Cappadocia, both of which he quickly brought under control. After hearing about the death of Memnon, the best commander Darius had on the coast, who might have caused significant problems for his campaign if he had lived, Alexander felt encouraged to take the war into the upper provinces of Asia.
Darius was by this time upon his march from Susa, very confident, not only in the number of his men, which amounted to six hundred thousand, but likewise in a dream, which the Persian soothsayers interpreted rather in flattery to him, than according to the natural probability. He dreamed that he saw the Macedonian phalanx all on fire, and Alexander waiting on him, clad in the same dress which he himself had been used to wear when he was courier to the late king; after which, going into the temple of Belus, he vanished out of his sight. The dream would appear to have supernaturally signified to him the illustrious actions the Macedonians were to perform, and that as he from a courier’s place had risen to the throne, so Alexander should come to be master of Asia, and not long surviving his conquests, conclude his life with glory. Darius’s confidence increased the more, because Alexander spent so much time in Cilicia, which he imputed to his cowardice. But it was sickness that detained him there, which some say he contracted from his fatigues, others from bathing in the river Cydnus, whose waters were exceedingly cold. However it happened, none of his physicians would venture to give him any remedies, they thought his case so desperate, and were so afraid of the suspicions and ill-will of the Macedonians if they should fail in the cure; till Philip, the Acarnanian, seeing how critical his case was, but relying on his own well-known friendship for him, resolved to try the last efforts of his art, and rather hazard his own credit and life, than suffer him to perish for want of physic, which he confidently administered to him, encouraging him to take it boldly, if he desired a speedy recovery, in order to prosecute the war. At this very time, Parmenio wrote to Alexander from the camp, bidding him have a care of Philip, as one who was bribed by Darius to kill him, with great sums of money, and a promise of his daughter in marriage. When he had perused the letter, he put it under his pillow, without showing it so much as to any of his most intimate friends, and when Philip came in with the potion, he took it with great cheerfulness and assurance, giving him meantime the letter to read. This was a spectacle well worth being present at, to see Alexander take the draught, and Philip read the letter at the same time, and then turn and look upon one another, but with different sentiments; for Alexander’s looks were cheerful and open, to show his kindness to and confidence in his physician, while the other was full of surprise and alarm at the accusation, appealing to the gods to witness his innocence, sometimes lifting up his hands to heaven, and then throwing himself down by the bedside, and beseeching Alexander to lay aside all fear, and follow his directions without apprehension. For the medicine at first worked so strongly as to drive, so to say, the vital forces into the interior; he lost his speech, and falling into a swoon, had scarce any sense or pulse left. However, in no long time, by Philip’s means, his health and strength returned, and he showed himself in public to the Macedonians, who were in continual fear and dejection until they saw him abroad again.
Darius was now on his march from Susa, feeling very confident, not just about the size of his army, which numbered six hundred thousand, but also because of a dream that the Persian soothsayers interpreted more flatteringly than realistically. He dreamed that he saw the Macedonian phalanx engulfed in flames, and Alexander waiting for him, dressed in the same outfit he used to wear when he was a courier for the late king. After that, he entered the temple of Belus and disappeared from view. The dream seemed to supernaturally indicate the great deeds the Macedonians were destined to achieve, suggesting that just as he rose from being a courier to the throne, Alexander would become the ruler of Asia and, not long after his conquests, die gloriously. Darius’s confidence grew even more because Alexander spent a long time in Cilicia, which he attributed to cowardice. However, it was actually illness that kept Alexander there, which some say he caught from exhaustion, while others believe it was from bathing in the icy waters of the river Cydnus. Regardless of the cause, none of his physicians dared to administer any treatment, considering his case too desperate and fearing the Macedonians' reactions if they failed. But Philip, the Acarnanian, noticing the seriousness of the situation and relying on their established friendship, decided to make a final attempt with his medical skills, willing to risk his reputation and life rather than let Alexander die without treatment. He confidently gave Alexander medicine, encouraging him to take it boldly if he wanted a quick recovery to continue the war. At that very moment, Parmenio wrote to Alexander from camp, warning him to be cautious of Philip, claiming he was bribed by Darius with large sums of money and a promise of his daughter's hand in marriage. After reading the letter, Alexander placed it under his pillow without showing it to any of his closest friends. When Philip entered with the potion, Alexander took it with great willingness and confidence, meanwhile handing Philip the letter to read. It was quite a sight to see Alexander drink the medicine while Philip read the letter, then glance at each other with very different emotions; Alexander's face was bright and open, displaying his trust in his physician, while Philip was filled with shock and fear at the accusation, appealing to the gods to testify to his innocence, sometimes raising his hands to heaven, then throwing himself down by the bedside, begging Alexander to dismiss all fear and follow his advice without worry. Initially, the medicine acted so strongly that it seemed to push his vital forces inward; he lost his speech, fainted, and barely had any sense or pulse left. However, before long, thanks to Philip, his health and strength were restored, and he appeared in public before the Macedonians, who had been in constant fear and despair until they saw him out again.
There was at this time in Darius’s army a Macedonian refugee, named Amyntas, one who was pretty well acquainted with Alexander’s character. This man, when he saw Darius intended to fall upon the enemy in the passes and defiles, advised him earnestly to keep where he was, in the open and extensive plains, it being the advantage of a numerous army to have field-room enough when it engages with a lesser force. Darius, instead of taking his counsel, told him he was afraid the enemy would endeavor to run away, and so Alexander would escape out of his hands. “That fear,” replied Amyntas, “is needless, for assure yourself that far from avoiding, you, he will make all the speed he can to meet you, and is now most likely on his march towards you.” But Amyntas’s counsel was to no purpose, for Darius immediately decamping, marched into Cilicia, at the same time that Alexander advanced into Syria to meet him; and missing one another in the night, they both turned back again. Alexander, greatly pleased with the event, made all the haste he could to fight in the defiles, and Darius to recover his former ground, and draw his army out of so disadvantageous a place. For now he began to perceive his error in engaging himself too far in a country in which the sea, the mountains, and the river Pinarus running through the midst of it, would necessitate him to divide his forces, render his horse almost unserviceable, and only cover and support the weakness of the enemy. Fortune was not kinder to Alexander in the choice of the ground, than he was careful to improve it to his advantage. For being much inferior in numbers, so far from allowing himself to be outflanked, he stretched his right wing much further out than the left wing of his enemies, and fighting there himself in the very foremost ranks, put the barbarians to flight. In this battle he was wounded in the thigh, Chares says by Darius, with whom he fought hand to hand. But in the account which he gave Antipater of the battle though indeed he owns he was wounded in the thigh with sword, though not dangerously, yet he takes no notice who it was that wounded him.
At this time in Darius’s army, there was a Macedonian refugee named Amyntas, who knew Alexander’s character fairly well. When he saw that Darius planned to attack the enemy in the narrow passes, he urged him strongly to stay put in the open and wide plains. It’s better for a large army to have enough space when fighting a smaller force. Instead of listening to him, Darius expressed concern that the enemy might try to flee, allowing Alexander to escape. Amyntas replied, “That fear is unnecessary. Rest assured, he will not avoid you; in fact, he’s likely rushing to meet you right now.” However, Amyntas’s advice went unheeded, as Darius quickly moved his camp to march into Cilicia, while Alexander advanced into Syria to confront him. They missed each other that night and both turned back. Alexander, very pleased with the turn of events, hurried to engage in the narrow passes, while Darius aimed to regain his previous position and pull his army out of such a disadvantageous location. He began to realize his mistake in advancing too deeply into an area where the sea, mountains, and the river Pinarus would force him to divide his forces, making his cavalry nearly useless and only exposing the enemy’s weaknesses. Fortune was not more favorable to Alexander in choosing the ground, but he was careful to make the most of it for his advantage. Being significantly outnumbered, instead of letting himself be outflanked, he extended his right flank much farther than the left flank of his enemies, and personally fought in the front ranks, driving the enemy back. In this battle, he was wounded in the thigh—Chares claims it was by Darius, with whom he fought one-on-one. However, when he reported to Antipater about the battle, he acknowledged he was wounded in the thigh by a sword, although not seriously, but he did not mention who had wounded him.
Nothing was wanting to complete this victory, in which he overthrew above a hundred and ten thousand of his enemies, but the taking the person of Darius, who escaped very narrowly by flight. However, having taken his chariot and his bow, he returned from pursuing him, and found his own men busy in pillaging the barbarians’ camp, which (though to disburden themselves, they had left most of their baggage at Damascus) was exceedingly rich. But Darius’s tent, which was full of splendid furniture, and quantities of gold and silver, they reserved for Alexander himself, who after he had put off his arms, went to bathe himself, saying, “Let us now cleanse ourselves from the toils of war in the bath of Darius.” “Not so,” replied one of his followers, “but in Alexander’s rather; for the property of the conquered is, and should be called the conqueror’s.” Here, when he beheld the bathing vessels, the water-pots, the pans, and the ointment boxes, all of gold, curiously wrought, and smelt the fragrant odors with which the whole place was exquisitely perfumed, and from thence passed into a pavilion of great size and height, where the couches and tables and preparations for an entertainment were perfectly magnificent, he turned to those about him and said, “This, it seems, is royalty.”
Nothing was missing to complete this victory, in which he defeated over a hundred and ten thousand of his enemies, except capturing Darius, who narrowly escaped by fleeing. However, after taking his chariot and bow, he returned from chasing him and found his men busy looting the barbarians’ camp, which, even though they had left most of their belongings at Damascus, was incredibly rich. They kept Darius’s tent, filled with luxurious furnishings and piles of gold and silver, for Alexander himself. After he had removed his armor, he went to bathe, saying, “Let’s cleanse ourselves from the toils of war in Darius’s bath.” “Not so,” one of his followers replied, “but in Alexander’s rather; for the property of the conquered is, and should be called the conqueror’s.” When he saw the bathing vessels, water jars, pans, and ointment boxes, all crafted from gold, beautifully designed, and smelled the fragrant aromas that filled the air, he then entered a large, high pavilion where the couches, tables, and banquet preparations were simply magnificent, and he turned to those around him and said, “This, it seems, is royalty.”
But as he was going to supper, word was brought him that Darius’s mother and wife and two unmarried daughters, being taken among the rest of the prisoners, upon the sight of his chariot and bow were all in mourning and sorrow, imagining him to be dead. After a little pause, more livelily affected with their affliction than with his own success he sent Leonnatus to them to let them know Darius was not dead, and that they need not fear any harm from Alexander, who made war upon him only for dominion; they should themselves be provided with everything they had been used to receive from Darius. This kind message could not but be very welcome to the captive ladies, especially being made good by actions no less humane and generous. For he gave them leave to bury whom they pleased of the Persians, and to make use for this purpose of what garments and furniture they thought fit out of the booty. He diminished nothing of their equipage, or of the attentions and respect formerly paid them, and allowed larger pensions for their maintenance than they had before. But the noblest and most royal part of their usage was, that he treated these illustrious prisoners according to their virtue and character, not suffering them to hear, or receive, or so much as to apprehend anything that was unbecoming. So that they seemed rather lodged in some temple, or some holy virgin chambers, where they enjoyed their privacy sacred and uninterrupted, than in the camp of an enemy. Nevertheless Darius’s wife was accounted the most beautiful princess then living, as her husband the tallest and handsomest man of his time, and the daughters were not unworthy of their parents. But Alexander, esteeming it more kingly to govern himself than to conquer his enemies, sought no intimacy with any one of them, nor indeed with any other woman before marriage, except Barsine, Memnon’s widow, who was taken prisoner at Damascus. She had been instructed in the Grecian learning, was of a gentle temper, and, by her father Artabazus, royally descended, which good qualities, added to the solicitations and encouragement of Parmenio, as Aristobulus tells us, made him the more willing to attach himself to so agreeable and illustrious a woman. Of the rest of the female captives though remarkably handsome and well proportioned, he took no further notice than to say jestingly, that Persian women were terrible eye-sores. And he himself, retaliating, as it were, by the display of the beauty of his own temperance and self-control, bade them be removed, as he would have done so many lifeless images. When Philoxenus, his lieutenant on the sea-coast, wrote to him to know if he would buy two young boys, of great beauty, whom one Theodorus, a Tarentine, had to sell, he was so offended, that he often expostulated with his friends, what baseness Philoxenus had ever observed in him, that he should presume to make him such a reproachful offer. And he immediately wrote him a very sharp letter, telling him Theodorus and his merchandise might go with his good-will to destruction. Nor was he less severe to Hagnon, who sent him word he would buy a Corinthian youth named Crobylus, as a present for him. And hearing that Damon and Timotheus, two of Parmenio’s Macedonian soldiers, had abused the wives of some strangers who were in his pay, he wrote to Parmenio, charging him strictly, if he found them guilty, to put them to death, as wild beasts that were only made for the mischief of mankind. In the same letter he added, that he had not so much as seen or desired to see the wife of Darius, no, nor suffered anybody to speak of her beauty before him. He was wont to say, that sleep and the act of generation chiefly made him sensible that he was mortal; as much as to say, that weariness and pleasure proceed both from the same frailty and imbecility of human nature.
But as he was heading to dinner, he was informed that Darius’s mother, wife, and two unmarried daughters, having been captured along with the other prisoners, were all in mourning and sorrow at the sight of his chariot and bow, thinking he was dead. After a brief moment, feeling their distress more acutely than his own victory, he sent Leonnatus to reassure them that Darius was alive and that they had nothing to fear from Alexander, who was waging war only for control. He assured them that they would still receive everything they were accustomed to from Darius. This thoughtful message was welcomed by the captive women, especially since it was backed by actions that were equally kind and generous. He allowed them to bury any of the Persians they wished and to use whatever garments and furnishings they deemed appropriate from the spoils. He did not diminish their possessions or the respect and attentions previously shown to them, and he provided larger allowances for their maintenance than they had received before. The most noble aspect of their treatment was that he honored these distinguished prisoners according to their status and character, ensuring they did not hear, receive, or perceive anything inappropriate. It felt more like they were housed in a temple or sacred chambers than in the camp of an enemy. Darius’s wife was considered the most beautiful princess alive at the time, while her husband was regarded as the tallest and handsomest man of his era, and their daughters were certainly worthy heirs to their parents' charm. However, Alexander valued self-control more than conquering his foes, so he avoided any intimacy with them or any other woman before marriage, with the exception of Barsine, Memnon’s widow, who was taken prisoner at Damascus. She was well-educated in Greek culture, had a gentle disposition, and was of royal descent through her father Artabazus. These admirable traits, along with Parmenio's encouragement, made him more inclined to connect with such an agreeable and distinguished woman. As for the other female captives, despite being notably beautiful and well-proportioned, he only remarked jokingly that Persian women were major eyesores. He responded to their presence by showcasing his own restraint and self-discipline, insisting they be removed, as if they were mere lifeless statues. When Philoxenus, his lieutenant on the coast, wrote to ask if he would buy two young boys of great beauty that a man named Theodorus, a Tarentine, had for sale, he was so appalled that he expressed to his friends what unworthiness Philoxenus had observed in him to make such a demeaning offer. He quickly wrote Philoxenus a sharp letter, declaring that Theodorus and his merchandise could be sent to destruction with his blessing. He was equally harsh with Hagnon, who informed him that he intended to buy a Corinthian youth named Crobylus as a gift for him. Upon learning that two of Parmenio’s Macedonian soldiers, Damon and Timotheus, had mistreated the wives of some foreign workers under his pay, he wrote to Parmenio, insisting that if they were found guilty, they should be put to death like wild beasts made only for human mischief. In the same letter, he added that he had neither seen nor wished to see Darius’s wife, nor would he allow anyone to speak of her beauty in his presence. He often said that sleep and the act of procreation reminded him most that he was human, implying that weariness and pleasure both stem from the same frailty and weakness of human nature.
In his diet, also, he was most temperate, as appears, omitting many other circumstances, by what he said to Ada, whom he adopted, with the title of mother, and afterwards created queen of Caria. For when she out of kindness sent him every day many curious dishes, and sweetmeats, and would have furnished him with some cooks and pastry-men, who were thought to have great skill, he told her he wanted none of them, his preceptor, Leonidas, having already given him the best, which were a night march to prepare for breakfast, and a moderate breakfast to create an appetite for supper. Leonidas also, he added, used to open and search the furniture of his chamber, and his wardrobe, to see if his mother had left him anything that was delicate or superfluous. He was much less addicted to wine than was generally believed; that which gave people occasion to think so of him was, that when he had nothing else to do, he loved to sit long and talk, rather than drink, and over every cup hold a long conversation. For when his affairs called upon him, he would not be detained, as other generals often were, either by wine, or sleep, nuptial solemnities, spectacles, or any other diversion whatsoever; a convincing argument of which is, that in the short time he lived, he accomplished so many and so great actions. When he was free from employment, after he was up, and had sacrificed to the gods, he used to sit down to breakfast, and then spend the rest of the day in hunting, or writing memoirs, giving decisions on some military questions, or reading. In marches that required no great haste, he would practice shooting as he went along, or to mount a chariot, and alight from it in full speed. Sometimes, for sport’s sake, as his journals tell us, he would hunt foxes and go fowling. When he came in for the evening, after he had bathed and was anointed, he would call for his bakers and chief cooks, to know if they had his dinner ready. He never cared to dine till it was pretty late and beginning to be dark, and was wonderfully circumspect at meals that everyone who sat with him should be served alike and with proper attention; and his love of talking, as was said before, made him delight to sit long at his wine. And then, though otherwise no prince’s conversation was ever so agreeable, he would fall into a temper of ostentation and soldierly boasting, which gave his flatterers a great advantage to ride him, and made his better friends very uneasy. For though they thought it too base to strive who should flatter him most, yet they found it hazardous not to do it; so that between the shame and the danger, they were in a great strait how to behave themselves. After such an entertainment, he was wont to bathe, and then perhaps he would sleep till noon, and sometimes all day long. He was so very temperate in his eating, that when any rare fish or fruits were sent him, he would distribute them among his friends, and often reserve nothing for himself. His table, however, was always magnificent, the expense of it still increasing with his good fortune, till it amounted to ten thousand drachmas a day, to which sum he limited it, and beyond this he would suffer none to lay out in any entertainment where he himself was the guest.
In his diet, he was very moderate, as shown by what he said to Ada, whom he adopted as his mother and later made queen of Caria. When she kindly sent him many fancy dishes and sweets every day, offering to provide skilled cooks and pastry chefs, he told her he didn’t need any of them, since his teacher, Leonidas, had already given him the best advice: a night march to prepare for breakfast and a moderate breakfast to build an appetite for dinner. He also mentioned that Leonidas used to check his room and wardrobe to see if his mother had left him anything fancy or unnecessary. He drank much less wine than people believed; the reason they thought he drank a lot was that when he had free time, he preferred to sit and chat rather than drink, often engaging in long conversations over every cup. When his duties called, he wouldn’t let himself be held back by wine, sleep, weddings, shows, or any other distractions—this is evident in the many accomplishments he achieved in his short life. When he was free from work, after getting up and making sacrifices to the gods, he would have breakfast and then spend the rest of the day hunting, writing memoirs, making decisions on military issues, or reading. On marches that weren’t urgent, he practiced shooting as he walked or getting in and out of a chariot while it was moving fast. Sometimes, just for fun, as his journals show, he would hunt foxes and go bird hunting. In the evenings, after he bathed and was anointed, he would ask his bakers and head cooks if dinner was ready. He generally preferred to have dinner late when it was getting dark and was very careful during meals to ensure that everyone at the table was attended to equally. His love for conversation, as mentioned earlier, made him enjoy sitting long over wine. Although his conversations were often entertaining, he would sometimes boast and show off his military exploits, which made his flatterers take advantage and made his true friends uneasy. They felt it was too demeaning to compete in flattery but also risky not to flatter him, leaving them in a difficult position. After such gatherings, he would typically bathe and might sleep until noon or even all day. He was so temperate in his eating that when rare fish or fruits were sent to him, he would share them with his friends and often keep nothing for himself. His table, however, was always lavish, with expenses growing along with his good fortune, reaching up to ten thousand drachmas a day, which he capped as the limit for any feast where he was a guest.
After the battle of Issus, he sent to Damascus to seize upon the money and baggage, the wives and children of the Persians, of which spoil the Thessalian horsemen had the greatest share; for he had taken particular notice of their gallantry in the fight, and sent them thither on purpose to make their reward suitable to their courage. Not but that the rest of the army had so considerable a part of the booty as was sufficient to enrich them all. This first gave the Macedonians such a taste of the Persian wealth and women and barbaric splendor of living, that they were ready to pursue and follow upon it with all the eagerness of hounds upon a scent. But Alexander, before he proceeded any further, thought it necessary to assure himself of the sea-coast. Those who governed in Cyprus, put that island into his possession, and Phoenicia, Tyre only excepted, was surrendered to him. During the siege of this city, which with mounds of earth cast up, and battering engines, and two hundred galleys by sea, was carried on for seven months together, he dreamt that he saw Hercules upon the walls, reaching, out his hand, and calling to him. And many of the Tyrians in their sleep, fancied that Apollo told them he was displeased with their actions, and was about to leave them and go over to Alexander. Upon which, as if the god had been a deserting soldier, they seized him, so to say, in the act, tied down the statue with ropes, and nailed it to the pedestal, reproaching him, that he was a favorer of Alexander. Another time, Alexander dreamed he saw a Satyr mocking him at a distance, and when he endeavored to catch him, he still escaped from him, till at last with much perseverance, and running about after him, he got him into his power. The soothsayers making two words of Satyrus, assured him, that Tyre should he his own. The inhabitants at this time show a spring of water, near which they say Alexander slept, when he fancied the Satyr appeared to him.
After the battle of Issus, he sent people to Damascus to take possession of the money and goods, as well as the wives and children of the Persians, from which the Thessalian horsemen received the largest share; he had noticed their bravery during the fight and sent them there specifically to reward their courage appropriately. However, the rest of the army also received a significant share of the loot, which was enough to enrich them all. This experience gave the Macedonians a taste of Persian wealth, women, and the extravagant lifestyle, making them eager to pursue it like hounds on a scent. Before moving further, Alexander deemed it necessary to secure the coastline. The leaders in Cyprus handed the island over to him, and Phoenicia, except for Tyre, surrendered as well. During the siege of Tyre, which lasted seven months with earthworks, battering rams, and two hundred ships at sea, he dreamed he saw Hercules on the walls, reaching out his hand and calling to him. Many Tyrians also dreamed that Apollo was angry with them for their actions and intended to abandon them for Alexander. In response, as if the god were a fleeing soldier, they seized his statue, tied it down with ropes, and nailed it to the pedestal, accusing it of supporting Alexander. At another point, Alexander dreamed he saw a Satyr mocking him from a distance, and when he tried to catch it, it always eluded him. Eventually, with great determination and chasing it around, he captured it. The soothsayers interpreted the word "Satyrus" to assure him that Tyre would be his. The locals now show a spring of water near where they say Alexander slept when he dreamed of the Satyr.
While the body of the army lay before Tyre, he made an excursion against the Arabians who inhabit the Mount Antilibanus, in which he hazarded his life extremely to bring off his master Lysimachus, who would needs go along with him, declaring he was neither older nor inferior in courage to Phoenix, Achilles’s guardian. For when, quitting their horses, they began to march up the hills on foot, the rest of the soldiers outwent them a great deal, so that night drawing on, and the enemy near, Alexander was fain to stay behind so long, to encourage and help up the lagging and tired old man, that before he was aware, he was left behind, a great way from his soldiers, with a slender attendance, and forced to pass an extremely cold night in the dark, and in a very inconvenient place; till seeing a great many scattered fires of the enemy at some distance, and trusting to his agility of body, and as he was always wont by undergoing toils and labors himself to cheer and support the Macedonians in any distress, he ran straight to one of the nearest fires, and with his dagger dispatching two of the barbarians that sat by it, snatched up a lighted brand, and returned with it to his own men. They immediately made a great fire, which so alarmed the enemy that most of them fled, and those that assaulted them were soon routed, and thus they rested securely the remainder of the night. Thus Chares writes.
While the army lay before Tyre, he took a trip against the Arabians who lived on Mount Antilibanus, risking his life to help his master Lysimachus, who insisted on joining him, claiming he was just as old and brave as Phoenix, Achilles’s protector. When they got off their horses and began walking up the hills, the other soldiers quickly outpaced them. As night fell and the enemy drew closer, Alexander had to delay to encourage and assist the tired old man. Before he knew it, he was left far behind with only a small group, forced to spend a very cold night in the dark and in a tough spot. Spotting several scattered enemy fires at a distance, and relying on his own agility—and used to enduring hardships himself to inspire and support the Macedonians in trouble—he ran straight to the nearest fire. There, he quickly killed two barbarians sitting by it with his dagger, grabbed a burning brand, and returned to his men. They immediately built a big fire, which scared off most of the enemy, and those who attacked them were soon defeated, allowing them to rest safely for the rest of the night. Thus Chares writes.
But to return to the siege, it had this issue. Alexander, that he might refresh his army, harassed with many former encounters, had led only a small party towards the walls, rather to keep the enemy busy, than with any prospect of much advantage. It happened at this time that Aristander, the soothsayer, after he had sacrificed, upon view of the entrails, affirmed confidently to those who stood by, that the city should be certainly taken that very month, upon which there was a laugh and some mockery among the soldiers, as this was the last day of it. The king seeing him in perplexity, and always anxious to support the credit of the predictions, gave order that they should not count it as the thirtieth, but as the twenty-third of the month, and ordering the trumpets to sound, attacked the walls more seriously than he at first intended. The sharpness of the assault so inflamed the rest of his forces who were left in the camp, that they could not hold from advancing to second it, which they performed with so much vigor, that the Tyrians retired, and the town was carried that very day. The next place he sat down before was Gaza, one of the largest cities of Syria, where this accident befell him. A large bird flying over him, let a clod of earth fall upon his shoulder, and then settling upon one of the battering engines, was suddenly entangled and caught in the nets composed of sinews, which protected the ropes with which the machine was managed. This fell out exactly according to Aristander’s prediction, which was, that Alexander should be wounded, and the city reduced.
But to return to the siege, there was a problem. Alexander, wanting to rejuvenate his tired army, only sent a small group toward the walls, more to distract the enemy than to achieve any significant gain. At that moment, Aristander, the seer, after making a sacrifice and examining the entrails, confidently told those around him that the city would definitely be taken that very month, which caused laughter and mockery among the soldiers since it was the last day of it. The king, seeing Aristander in distress and always eager to uphold the credibility of the prophecies, ordered them to consider it not as the thirtieth, but as the twenty-third of the month. He then commanded the trumpets to sound and launched a more serious attack on the walls than he initially planned. The intensity of the assault motivated the rest of his troops left in the camp, driving them to join in with such energy that the Tyrians were forced to retreat, and the town was captured that very day. The next city he besieged was Gaza, one of the largest cities in Syria, where he experienced an unusual event. A large bird flying overhead dropped a clod of earth onto his shoulder, and then landed on one of the siege engines, becoming ensnared in the nets made from sinews that protected the machine's ropes. This incident occurred exactly as Aristander had predicted—that Alexander would be wounded, and the city would fall.
From hence he sent great part of the spoils to Olympias, Cleopatra, and the rest of his friends, not omitting his preceptor Leonidas, on whom he bestowed five hundred talents weight of frankincense, and a hundred of myrrh, in remembrance of the hopes he had once expressed of him when he was but a child. For Leonidas, it seems, standing by him one day while he was sacrificing, and seeing him take both his hands full of incense to throw into the fire, told him it became him to be more sparing in his offerings, and not be so profuse till he was master of the countries which those sweet gums and spices came from. So Alexander now wrote to him, saying, “We have sent you abundance of myrrh and frankincense, that for the future you may not be stingy to the gods.” Among the treasures and other booty that was taken from Darius, there was a very precious casket, which being brought to Alexander for a great rarity, he asked those about him what they thought fittest to be laid up in it; and when they had delivered their various opinions, he told them he should keep Homer’s Iliad in it. This is attested by many credible authors, and if what those of Alexandria tell us, relying upon the authority of Heraclides, be true, Homer was neither an idle, nor an unprofitable companion to him in his expedition. For when he was master of Egypt, designing to settle a colony of Grecians there, he resolved to build a large and populous city, and give it his own name. In order to which, after he had measured and staked out the ground with the advice of the best architects, he chanced one night in his sleep to see a wonderful vision; a grey-headed old man, of a venerable aspect, appeared to stand by him, and pronounce these verses:—
From there, he sent a large portion of the spoils to Olympias, Cleopatra, and his other friends, including his teacher Leonidas, to whom he gave five hundred talents' worth of frankincense and a hundred talents of myrrh, in gratitude for the hopes Leonidas had expressed when Alexander was just a child. One day, while Alexander was sacrificing, Leonidas stood beside him and noticed him taking handfuls of incense to throw into the fire. He advised Alexander to be more moderate in his offerings and to save his generosity until he had control over the lands from which those precious gums and spices originated. So, Alexander wrote to him, saying, “We have sent you plenty of myrrh and frankincense, so you won't be stingy with the gods in the future.” Among the treasures and other loot seized from Darius, there was a very valuable casket. When it was presented to Alexander as a remarkable find, he asked those around him what they thought should be stored in it. After hearing their various suggestions, he decided to keep Homer’s Iliad in it. Many reliable authors confirm this, and if what the Alexandrians report, based on Heraclides' authority, is true, Homer was neither a useless nor unhelpful companion to him during his campaign. When Alexander took control of Egypt and planned to establish a colony of Greeks there, he intended to build a large and thriving city named after himself. To this end, after surveying and marking out the land with advice from top architects, he had a remarkable dream one night. An elderly man, with a distinguished appearance, appeared beside him and recited these verses:—
An island lies, where loud the billows roar,
Pharos they call it, on the Egyptian shore.
An island sits, where the waves crash loudly,
They call it Pharos, on the Egyptian coast.
Alexander upon this immediately rose up and went to Pharos, which, at that time, was an island lying a little above the Canobic mouth of the river Nile, though it has now been joined to the main land by a mole. As soon as he saw the commodious situation of the place, it being a long neck of land, stretching like an isthmus between large lagoons and shallow waters on one side, and the sea on the other, the latter at the end of it making a spacious harbor, he said, Homer, besides his other excellences, was a very good architect, and ordered the plan of a city to be drawn out answerable to the place. To do which, for want of chalk, the soil being black, they laid out their lines with flour, taking in a pretty large compass of ground in a semicircular figure, and drawing into the inside of the circumference equal straight lines from each end, thus giving it something of the form of a cloak or cape. While he was pleasing himself with his design, on a sudden an infinite number of great birds of several kinds, rising like a black cloud out of the river and the lake, devoured every morsel of the flour that had been used in setting out the lines; at which omen even Alexander himself was troubled, till the augurs restored his confidence again by telling him, it was a sign the city he was about to build would not only abound in all things within itself, but also be the nurse and feeder of many nations. He commanded the workmen to proceed, while he went to visit the temple of Ammon.
Alexander immediately got up and went to Pharos, which at that time was an island located just above the Canobic mouth of the Nile River, though it has since been connected to the mainland by a causeway. As soon as he noticed the favorable location of the area, a long piece of land stretching like an isthmus between large lagoons and shallow waters on one side and the sea on the other, with the sea forming a spacious harbor at the end, he remarked that Homer, besides his other talents, was a great architect, and he ordered a city plan to be created that fit the site. Due to the lack of chalk and the black soil, they used flour to mark out their lines, outlining a fairly large semicircular area and drawing straight lines into the interior from each end, giving it a shape reminiscent of a cloak or cape. While he was pleased with his design, suddenly an endless swarm of large birds of various kinds rose like a black cloud from the river and the lake, consuming all the flour that had been used to mark the lines. This omen even troubled Alexander himself, until the augurs reassured him by saying it was a sign that the city he was about to build would not only be self-sufficient but also support and nurture many nations. He directed the workers to continue as he went to visit the temple of Ammon.
This was a long and painful, and, in two respects, a dangerous journey; first, if they should lose their provision of water, as for several days none could be obtained; and, secondly, if a violent south wind should rise upon them, while they were traveling through the wide extent of deep sands, as it is said to have done when Cambyses led his army that way, blowing the sand together in heaps, and raising, as it were, the whole desert like a sea upon them, till fifty thousand were swallowed up and destroyed by it. All these difficulties were weighed and represented to him; but Alexander was not easily to be diverted from anything he was bent upon. For fortune having hitherto seconded him in his designs, made him resolute and firm in his opinions, and the boldness of his temper raised a sort of passion in him for surmounting difficulties; as if it were not enough to be always victorious in the field, unless places and seasons and nature herself submitted to him. In this journey, the relief and assistance the gods afforded him in his distresses, were more remarkable, and obtained greater belief than the oracles he received afterwards, which, however, were valued and credited the more on account of those occurrences. For first, plentiful rains that fell, preserved them from any fear of perishing by drought, and, allaying the extreme dryness of the sand, which now became moist and firm to travel on, cleared and purified the air. Besides this, when they were out of their way, and were wandering up and down, because the marks which were wont to direct the guides were disordered and lost, they were set right again by some ravens, which flew before them when on their march, and waited for them when they lingered and fell behind; and the greatest miracle, as Callisthenes tells us, was that if any of the company went astray in the night, they never ceased croaking and making a noise, till by that means they had brought them into the right way again. Having passed through the wilderness, they came to the place; where the high-priest at the first salutation bade Alexander welcome from his father Ammon. And being asked by him whether any of his father’s murderers had escaped punishment, he charged him to speak with more respect, since his was not a mortal father. Then Alexander, changing his expression, desired to know of him if any of those who murdered Philip were yet unpunished, and further concerning dominion, whether the empire of the world was reserved for him? This, the god answered, he should obtain, and that Philip’s death was fully revenged, which gave him so much satisfaction, that he made splendid offerings to Jupiter, and gave the priests very rich presents. This is what most authors write concerning the oracles. But Alexander, in a letter to his mother, tells her there were some secret answers, which at his return he would communicate to her only. Others say that the priest, desirous as a piece of courtesy to address him in Greek, “O Paidion,” by a slip in pronunciation ended with the s instead of the n, and said, “O Paidios,” which mistake Alexander was well enough pleased with, and it went for current that the oracle had called him so.
This was a long and painful journey, and in two ways, it was dangerous. First, they could run out of water, as they hadn’t been able to find any for several days. Secondly, if a strong south wind came up while they were traveling through the vast deep sands, it could be catastrophic, like what happened when Cambyses led his army that way. The wind would blow the sand into heaps and raise the entire desert like a sea, swallowing and destroying fifty thousand men. All these dangers were considered and discussed with him, but Alexander was determined to continue. Fortune had supported him in his plans so far, making him resolute and unwavering in his beliefs. His boldness sparked a kind of passion in him for overcoming challenges; it was as if just winning battles wasn’t enough unless places, timing, and nature itself submitted to him. Throughout this journey, the assistance the gods provided in his struggles was more remarkable and credible than the oracles he received later, which gained more value and trust because of these events. First, heavy rains fell, saving them from drought and making the dry sand moist and stable for travel, while also clearing the air. Additionally, when they lost their way and wandered around because the usual markers for the guides were disorganized and lost, some ravens flew ahead of them while they marched and waited for them to catch up when they lagged behind. According to Callisthenes, the greatest miracle was that if anyone in the group strayed at night, the ravens kept croaking and making noise until they helped guide them back to the right path. After navigating through the wilderness, they arrived at the place where the high priest first welcomed Alexander on behalf of his father Ammon. When Alexander asked if any of his father’s murderers had escaped justice, the priest told him to speak more respectfully, as his father was not a mere mortal. Alexander then changed his tone and inquired if any of those who murdered Philip were still unpunished and whether the world’s empire was meant for him. The god replied that he would obtain it, assuring him that Philip’s death had been avenged, which pleased Alexander greatly, prompting him to make lavish offerings to Jupiter and give generous gifts to the priests. This is what most authors write regarding the oracles. However, Alexander, in a letter to his mother, mentioned there were some secret answers he would share with her alone upon his return. Others claim that the priest, wishing to address him in Greek, mistakenly said “O Paidion” but pronounced it as “O Paidios,” and Alexander was pleased with the error, and it became accepted that the oracle had called him that.
Among the sayings of one Psammon, a philosopher, whom he heard in Egypt, he most approved of this, that all men are governed by God, because in everything, that which is chief and commands, is divine. But what he pronounced himself upon this subject, was even more like a philosopher, for he said, God was the common father of us all, but more particularly of the best of us. To the barbarians he carried himself very haughtily, as if he were fully persuaded of his divine birth and parentage; but to the Grecians more moderately, and with less affectation of divinity, except it were once in writing to the Athenians about Samos, when he tells them that he should not himself have bestowed upon them that free and glorious city; “You received it,” he says, “from the bounty of him who at that time was called my lord and father,” meaning Philip. However, afterwards being wounded with an arrow, and feeling much pain, he turned to those about him, and told them, “This, my friends, is real flowing blood, not Ichor,
Among the sayings of a philosopher named Psammon, whom he heard in Egypt, he particularly liked this idea: that all people are governed by God, because in everything, what is most important and commands authority is divine. However, what he said about this topic was even more philosophical. He claimed that God is the common father of us all, but especially of the best among us. He carried himself very arrogantly towards the barbarians, as if he were completely convinced of his divine heritage; but he was more moderate with the Greeks, showing less pretense of divinity, except for one occasion when he wrote to the Athenians about Samos, telling them that he wouldn't have given them that free and glorious city. "You received it," he said, "from the generosity of the one who at that time was called my lord and father," referring to Philip. However, after being hit by an arrow and feeling a lot of pain, he turned to those around him and said, "This, my friends, is real flowing blood, not Ichor."
“Such as immortal gods are wont to shed.”
"Like the tears that immortal gods are known to shed."
And another time, when it thundered so much that everybody was afraid, and Anaxarchus, the sophist, asked him if he who was Jupiter’s son could do anything like this, “Nay,” said Alexander, laughing, “I have no desire to be formidable to my friends, as you would have me, who despised my table for being furnished with fish, and not with the heads of governors of provinces.” For in fact it is related as true, that Anaxarchus seeing a present of small fishes, which the king sent to Hephaestion, had used this expression, in a sort of irony, and disparagement of those who undergo vast labors and encounter great hazards in pursuit of magnificent objects, which after all bring them little more pleasure or enjoyment than what others have. From what I have said upon this subject, it is apparent that Alexander in himself was not foolishly affected, or had the vanity to think himself really a god, but merely used his claims to divinity as a means of maintaining among other people the sense of his superiority.
And one time, when there was so much thunder that everyone was scared, Anaxarchus, the philosopher, asked him if being Jupiter’s son allowed him to do something like this. “No,” replied Alexander with a laugh, “I don’t want to intimidate my friends, like you would have me do, who looked down on my table because it had fish instead of the heads of governors.” It’s actually said that when Anaxarchus saw a gift of small fish that the king sent to Hephaestion, he made that comment sarcastically, belittling those who go through great struggles and face huge dangers for impressive goals that ultimately bring them just as much pleasure as what others have. From what I’ve mentioned on this topic, it’s clear that Alexander wasn’t foolishly affected or vain enough to believe he was truly a god; instead, he used his claims of divinity to assert his superiority over others.
At his return out of Egypt into Phoenicia, he sacrificed and made solemn processions, to which were added shows of lyric dances and tragedies, remarkable not merely for the splendor of the equipage and decorations, but for the competition among those who exhibited them. For the kings of Cyprus were here the exhibitors, just in the same manner as at Athens those who are chosen by lot out of the tribes. And, indeed, they showed the greatest emulation to outvie each other; especially Nicocreon, king of Salamis, and Pasicrates of Soli, who furnished the chorus, and defrayed the expenses of the two most celebrated actors, Athenodorus and Thessalus, the former performing for Pasicrates, and the latter for Nicocreon. Thessalus was most favored by Alexander, though it did not appear till Athenodorus was declared victor by the plurality of votes. For then at his going away, he said the judges deserved to be commended for what they had done, but that he would willingly have lost part of his kingdom, rather than to have seen Thessalus overcome. However, when he understood Athenodorus was fined by the Athenians for being absent at the festivals of Bacchus, though he refused his request that he would write a letter in his behalf, he gave him a sufficient sum to satisfy the penalty. Another time, when Lycon of Scarphia happened to act with great applause in the theater, and in a verse which he introduced into the comic part which he was acting, begged for a present of ten talents, he laughed and gave him the money.
Upon his return from Egypt to Phoenicia, he held sacrifices and grand processions, which included performances of lyrical dances and tragedies, notable not only for their extravagant costumes and decorations but also for the fierce competition among the performers. The kings of Cyprus participated as exhibitors, much like those chosen by lot from the tribes in Athens. They displayed intense rivalry to outdo one another, particularly Nicocreon, king of Salamis, and Pasicrates of Soli, who funded the chorus and covered the expenses for the two most famous actors, Athenodorus and Thessalus—Athenodorus performed for Pasicrates, while Thessalus was backed by Nicocreon. Thessalus was the favorite of Alexander, but it only became clear when Athenodorus was declared the winner by a majority of votes. As he left, Alexander praised the judges for their decision but mentioned he would have rather given up part of his kingdom than see Thessalus defeated. However, when he found out that Athenodorus was fined by the Athenians for missing the Bacchus festivals, despite refusing Athenodorus's request to write a letter for him, he ended up giving him enough money to cover the fine. On another occasion, when Lycon of Scarphia performed impressively in the theater and requested a gift of ten talents in a comedic line, Alexander laughed and gave him the money.
Darius wrote him a letter, and sent friends to intercede with him, requesting him to accept as a ransom of his captives the sum of a thousand talents, and offering him in exchange for his amity and alliance, all the countries on this side the river Euphrates, together with one of his daughters in marriage. These propositions he communicated to his friends, and when Parmenio told him, that for his part, if he were Alexander, he should readily embrace them, “So would I,” said Alexander, “if I were Parmenio.” Accordingly, his answer to Darius was, that if he would come and yield himself up into his power, he would treat him with all possible kindness; if not, he was resolved immediately to go himself and seek him. But the death of Darius’s wife in childbirth made him soon after regret one part of this answer, and he showed evident marks of grief, at being thus deprived of a further opportunity of exercising his clemency and good nature, which he manifested, however, as far as he could, by giving her a most sumptuous funeral.
Darius wrote him a letter and sent friends to plead with him, asking him to accept a ransom of a thousand talents for his captives, and offering in return for his friendship and alliance, all the territories on this side of the Euphrates River, along with one of his daughters in marriage. He shared these proposals with his friends, and when Parmenio told him that if he were Alexander, he would gladly accept, Alexander replied, “So would I if I were Parmenio.” Therefore, his response to Darius was that if he would come and surrender himself, he would treat him with the utmost kindness; if not, he was determined to go find him himself. However, the death of Darius's wife during childbirth soon made him regret part of this response, and he showed clear signs of sorrow at being deprived of another chance to show his mercy and kindness, which he demonstrated as much as he could by giving her a lavish funeral.
Among the eunuchs who waited in the queen’s chamber, and were taken prisoners with the women, there was one Tireus, who getting out of the camp, fled away on horseback to Darius, to inform him of his wife’s death. He, when he heard it, beating his head, and bursting into tears and lamentations, said, “Alas! how great is the calamity of the Persians! Was it not enough that their king’s consort and sister was a prisoner in her lifetime, but she must, now she is dead also, be but meanly and obscurely buried?” “Oh king,” replied the eunuch, “as to her funeral rites, or any respect or honor that should have been shown in them, you have not the least reason to accuse the ill-fortune of your country; for to my knowledge neither your queen Statira when alive, nor your mother, nor children, wanted anything of their former happy condition, unless it were the light of your countenance, which I doubt not but the lord Oromasdes will yet restore to its former glory. And after her decease, I assure you, she had not only all due funeral ornaments, but was honored also with the tears of your very enemies; for Alexander is as gentle after victory, as he is terrible in the field.” At the hearing of these words, such was the grief and emotion of Darius’s mind, that they carried him into extravagant suspicions; and taking Tireus aside into a more private part of his tent, “Unless thou likewise,” said he to him, “hast deserted me, together with the good fortune of Persia, and art become a Macedonian in thy heart; if thou yet ownest me for thy master Darius, tell me, I charge thee, by the veneration thou payest the light of Mithras, and this right hand of thy king, do I not lament the least of Statira’s misfortunes in her captivity and death? Have I not suffered something more injurious and deplorable in her lifetime? And had I not been miserable with less dishonor, if I had met with a more severe and inhuman enemy? For how is it possible a young man as he is, should treat the wife of his opponent with so much distinction, were it not from some motive that does me disgrace?” Whilst he was yet speaking, Tireus threw himself at his feet, and besought him neither to wrong Alexander so much, nor his dead wife and sister, as to give utterance to any such thoughts, which deprived him of the greatest consolation left him in his adversity, the belief that he was overcome by a man whose virtues raised him above human nature; that he ought to look upon Alexander with love and admiration, who had given no less proofs of his continence towards the Persian women, than of his valor among the men. The eunuch confirmed all he said with solemn and dreadful oaths, and was further enlarging upon Alexander’s moderation and magnanimity on other occasions, when Darius, breaking away from him into the other division of the tent, where his friends and courtiers were, lifted up his hands to heaven, and uttered this prayer, “Ye gods,” said he, “of my family, and of my kingdom, if it be possible, I beseech you to restore the declining affairs of Persia, that I may leave them in as flourishing a condition as I found them, and have it in my power to make a grateful return to Alexander for the kindness which in my adversity he has shown to those who are dearest to me. But if, indeed, the fatal time be come, which is to give a period to the Persian monarchy, if our ruin be a debt that must be paid to the divine jealousy and the vicissitude of things, then I beseech you grant that no other man but Alexander may sit upon the throne of Cyrus.” Such is the narrative given by the greater number of the historians.
Among the eunuchs waiting in the queen’s chamber, who were taken prisoner along with the women, there was one named Tireus. He managed to escape from the camp and rode horseback to Darius to inform him of his wife’s death. When Darius heard the news, he beat his head, wept, and lamented, saying, “Oh! How terrible is the fate of the Persians! Was it not enough that my king’s consort and sister was a prisoner during her life, but now that she’s dead, she must also be buried in such a lowly and unremarkable way?” Tireus replied, “Oh king, regarding her funeral rites or any respect or honor given to them, you have no reason to blame the misfortunes of your kingdom; for to my knowledge, neither your queen Statira when she was alive, nor your mother, nor your children lacked anything from their previous fortunate state, except for your presence, which I believe the god Oromasdes will restore to its former glory. And after her death, I assure you, she received all the proper funeral honors and was even mourned by your very enemies; for Alexander is as gentle in victory as he is fierce in battle.” Upon hearing this, Darius became so overwhelmed with grief that it led him to wild suspicions. Taking Tireus aside to a more private part of his tent, he said, “Unless you have abandoned me along with the good fortune of Persia, and become a Macedonian at heart; if you still consider me your master Darius, then tell me, I implore you by your respect for the light of Mithras and the right hand of your king, do I not grieve the most for Statira’s misfortunes in her captivity and death? Have I not endured something even more shameful and tragic in her lifetime? Would I not have been less miserable had I faced a more ruthless and inhumane enemy? How can a young man like him treat the wife of his opponent with such respect, unless for reasons that bring me disgrace?” While he was still speaking, Tireus fell at his feet and begged him not to insult Alexander or his deceased wife and sister by expressing such thoughts, which deprived him of the greatest solace left in his hardship: the belief that he was defeated by a man whose virtues set him apart from mankind. He should see Alexander with love and admiration, as he has shown equal proof of restraint towards Persian women as he has shown valor among men. The eunuch swore solemnly to back up his claims and was about to elaborate on more instances of Alexander’s moderation and greatness when Darius, breaking away from him to the other side of the tent where his friends and courtiers were, raised his hands to heaven and uttered this prayer: “You gods of my family and my kingdom, if it is possible, I ask you to restore the declining fortunes of Persia, so that I may leave them in as thriving a condition as I found them and be able to repay Alexander for his kindness towards those I hold dear in my adversity. But if indeed the fatal time has come that signals the end of the Persian monarchy, if our destruction is a debt to be paid to divine jealousy and the ebb and flow of fate, then I ask you to grant that no man other than Alexander may sit upon Cyrus’s throne.” This is the account given by most historians.
But to return to Alexander. After he had reduced all Asia on this side the Euphrates, he advanced towards Darius, who was coming down against him with a million of men. In his march, a very ridiculous passage happened. The servants who followed the camp, for sport’s sake divided themselves into two parties, and named the commander of one of them Alexander, and of the other Darius. At first they only pelted one another with clods of earth, but presently took to their fists, and at last, heated with the contention, they fought in good earnest with stones and clubs, so that they had much ado to part them; till Alexander, upon hearing of it, ordered the two captains to decide the quarrel by single combat, and armed him who bore his name himself, while Philotas did the same to him who represented Darius. The whole army were spectators of this encounter, willing from the event of it to derive an omen of their own future success. After they had fought stoutly a pretty long while, at last he who was called Alexander had the better, and for a reward of his prowess, had twelve villages given him, with leave to wear the Persian dress. So we are told by Eratosthenes.
But back to Alexander. After he had conquered all of Asia on this side of the Euphrates, he moved toward Darius, who was coming against him with a million men. During his march, something quite amusing happened. The servants following the camp, just for fun, split into two groups, naming one commander Alexander and the other Darius. At first, they just threw clods of dirt at each other, but soon it escalated to fistfights, and eventually, fired up from the argument, they were seriously fighting with stones and clubs. It took a lot of effort to break them up until Alexander heard about it and ordered the two captains to settle their quarrel with a one-on-one fight. He even armed the guy who represented him, while Philotas did the same for the one who represented Darius. The entire army watched this match, eager to take it as a sign for their own future success. After a decent amount of fighting, the guy named Alexander came out on top, and as a prize for his bravery, he was given twelve villages and permission to wear the Persian outfit. That's what Eratosthenes tells us.
But the great battle of all that was fought with Darius, was not, as most writers tell us, at Arbela, but at Gaugamela, which, in their language, signifies the camel’s house, forasmuch as one of their ancient kings having escaped the pursuit of his enemies on a swift camel, in gratitude to his beast, settled him at this place, with an allowance of certain villages and rents for his maintenance. It came to pass that in the month Boedromion, about the beginning of the feast of Mysteries at Athens, there was an eclipse of the moon, the eleventh night after which, the two armies being now in view of one another, Darius kept his men in arms, and by torchlight took a general review of them. But Alexander, while his soldiers slept, spent the night before his tent with his diviner Aristander, performing certain mysterious ceremonies, and sacrificing to the god Fear. In the meanwhile the oldest of his commanders, and chiefly Parmenio, when they beheld all the plain between Niphates and the Gordyaean mountains shining with the lights and fires which were made by the barbarians, and heard the uncertain and confused sound of voices out of their camp, like the distant roaring of a vast ocean, were so amazed at the thoughts of such a multitude, that after some conference among themselves, they concluded it an enterprise too difficult and hazardous for them to engage so numerous an enemy in the day, and therefore meeting the king as he came from sacrificing, besought him to attack Darius by night, that the darkness might conceal the danger of the ensuing battle. To this he gave them the celebrated answer, “I will not steal a victory,” which though some at the time thought a boyish and inconsiderate speech, as if he played with danger, others, however, regarded as an evidence that he confided in his present condition, and acted on a true judgment of the future, not wishing to leave Darius, in case he were worsted, the pretext of trying his fortune again, which he might suppose himself to have, if he could impute his overthrow to the disadvantage of the night, as he did before to the mountains, the narrow passages, and the sea. For while he had such numerous forces and large dominions still remaining, it was not any want of men or arms that could induce him to give up the war, but only the loss of all courage and hope upon the conviction of an undeniable and manifest defeat.
But the big battle that was fought with Darius wasn’t, as most writers say, at Arbela, but at Gaugamela, which means the camel’s house, because one of their ancient kings, who escaped his enemies on a fast camel, settled this location as a tribute to his animal, giving him certain villages and rents for maintenance. It happened that in the month Boedromion, around the start of the Mysteries festival in Athens, there was a lunar eclipse. Eleven nights later, when the two armies were in sight of each other, Darius had his men ready for battle and reviewed them by torchlight. Meanwhile, Alexander, while his soldiers slept, spent the night in front of his tent with his diviner Aristander, performing certain mysterious rituals and sacrificing to the god of Fear. In the meantime, the oldest of his commanders, especially Parmenio, looked at the plains between Niphates and the Gordyaean mountains lit up with lights and fires made by the enemy and heard the uncertain, confusing sounds coming from their camp, like the distant roar of a vast ocean. They were so amazed by the thought of such a large army that after discussing it among themselves, they decided it would be too difficult and risky to engage such a numerous enemy in the daylight. So, when the king came back from his sacrifice, they urged him to attack Darius at night so that the darkness would hide the dangers of the upcoming battle. He famously replied, “I will not steal a victory,” which some at the time saw as a youthful and reckless comment, as if he were playing with danger, while others viewed it as a sign of his confidence in their current situation and his understanding of the future. He didn’t want to give Darius, in case he lost, any reason to think he could try his luck again, which he might claim if he attributed his defeat to the cover of night, just as he previously blamed the mountains, narrow paths, and sea. For as long as he still had such a large army and vast territory, it wasn’t a lack of men or weapons that would make him quit the war, but only the complete loss of courage and hope upon realizing an undeniable and clear defeat.
After they were gone from him with this answer, he laid himself down in his tent and slept the rest of the night more soundly than was usual with him, to the astonishment of the commanders, who came to him early in the morning, and were fain themselves to give order that the soldiers should breakfast. But at last, time not giving them leave to wait any longer, Parmenio went to his bedside, and called him twice or thrice by his name, till he waked him, and then asked him how it was possible, when he was to fight the most important battle of all, he could sleep as soundly as if he were already victorious. “And are we not so, indeed,” replied Alexander, smiling, “since we are at last relieved from the trouble of wandering in pursuit of Darius through a wide and wasted country, hoping in vain that he would fight us?” And not only before the battle, but in the height of the danger, he showed himself great, and manifested the self-possession of a just foresight and confidence. For the battle for some time fluctuated and was dubious. The left wing, where Parmenio commanded, was so impetuously charged by the Bactrian horse that it was disordered and forced to give ground, at the same time that Mazaeus had sent a detachment round about to fall upon those who guarded the baggage, which so disturbed Parmenio, that he sent messengers to acquaint Alexander that the camp and baggage would be all lost unless he immediately believed the rear by a considerable reinforcement drawn out of the front. This message being brought him just as he was giving the signal to those about him for the onset, he bade them tell Parmenio that he must have surely lost the use of his reason, and had forgotten, in his alarm, that soldiers, if victorious, become masters of their enemies’ baggage; and if defeated, instead of taking care of their wealth or their slaves, have nothing more to do but to fight gallantly and die with honor. When he had said this, he put on his helmet, having the rest of his arms on before he came out of his tent, which were coat of the Sicilian make, girt close about him, and over that a breastpiece of thickly quilted linen, which was taken among other booty at the battle of Issus. The helmet, which was made by Theophilus, though of iron, was so well wrought and polished, that it was as bright as the most refined silver. To this was fitted a gorget of the same metal, set with precious stones. His sword, which was the weapon he most used in fight, was given him by the king of the Citieans, and was of an admirable temper and lightness. The belt which he also wore in all engagements, was of much richer workmanship than the rest of his armor. It was a work of the ancient Helicon, and had been presented to him by the Rhodians, as mark of their respect to him. So long as he was engaged in drawing up his men, or riding about to give orders or directions, or to view them, he spared Bucephalas, who was now growing old, and made use of another horse; but when he was actually to fight, he sent for him again, and as soon as he was mounted, commenced the attack.
After they left him with that answer, he lay down in his tent and slept more soundly than usual, surprising the commanders who came to see him early the next morning and felt they needed to order breakfast for the soldiers. Eventually, as time ran out and they couldn’t wait any longer, Parmenio went to his bedside and called his name a couple of times until he woke up. He then asked Alexander how he could possibly sleep so soundly when he was about to fight the most important battle of his life. "Aren't we already victorious?" Alexander replied with a smile, "since we've finally escaped the trouble of chasing Darius across a vast, desolate land, hoping in vain that he would confront us." Not only before the battle, but in the midst of danger as well, he displayed remarkable calmness and confidence. The battle wavered for a while and was uncertain. The left flank, under Parmenio’s command, was fiercely attacked by the Bactrian cavalry, which caused chaos and forced it to retreat, while at the same time, Mazaeus had sent a detachment to attack those guarding the supplies. This troubled Parmenio so much that he sent messengers to tell Alexander that the camp and supplies would be lost unless he immediately reinforced the rear with a significant number of troops from the front. When this message reached Alexander just as he was signaling his men to attack, he told them to inform Parmenio that he must have lost his mind and forgotten, in his panic, that soldiers who win take control of their enemy's supplies, and if they lose, instead of worrying about their wealth or slaves, they only need to fight bravely and die with honor. After saying this, he put on his helmet, fully armed beforehand, which included a Sicilian-style tunic tightly laced around him, and a thickly padded linen breastplate he had taken as loot at the battle of Issus. His helmet, crafted by Theophilus, was made of iron but polished so well it sparkled like refined silver. It also had a gorget of the same metal adorned with precious stones. His sword, which he frequently used in battle, had been given to him by the king of the Citieans, and it was exceptionally well-balanced and lightweight. The belt he wore in all engagements was more intricately designed than his other armor; created in ancient Helicon, it had been a gift from the Rhodians as a sign of their respect for him. As long as he was engaged in organizing his men, riding around to issue orders or observe them, he spared Bucephalus, who was now getting old, opting for another horse. But when it came time to fight, he called for Bucephalus again, and as soon as he was mounted, he launched the attack.
He made the longest address that day to the Thessalians and other Greeks, who answered him with loud shouts, desiring him to lead them on against the barbarians, upon which he shifted his javelin into his left hand, and with his right lifted up towards heaven, besought the gods, as Callisthenes tells us, that if he was of a truth the son of Jupiter, they would he pleased to assist and strengthen the Grecians. At the same time the augur Aristander, who had a white mantle about him, and a crown of gold on his head, rode by and showed them an eagle that soared just over Alexander, and directed his Right towards the enemy; which so animated the beholders, that after mutual encouragements and exhortations, the horse charged at full speed, and were followed in a mass by the whole phalanx of the foot. But before they could well come to blows with the first ranks, the barbarians shrunk back, and were hotly pursued by Alexander, who drove those that fled before him into the middle of the battle, where Darius himself was in person, whom he saw from a distance over the foremost ranks, conspicuous in the midst of his life-guard, a tall and fine-looking man, drawn in a lofty chariot, defended by an abundance of the best horse, who stood close in order about it, ready to receive the enemy. But Alexander’s approach was so terrible, forcing those who gave back upon those who yet maintained their ground, that he beat down and dispersed them almost all. Only a few of the bravest and valiantest opposed the pursuit, who were slain in their king’s presence, falling in heaps upon one another, and in the very pangs of death striving to catch hold of the horses. Darius now seeing all was lost, that those who were placed in front to defend him were broken and beat back upon him, that he could not turn or disengage his chariot without great difficulty, the wheels being clogged and entangled among the dead bodies, which lay in such heaps as not only stopped, but almost covered the horses, and made them rear and grow so unruly, that the frighted charioteer could govern them no longer, in this extremity was glad to quit his chariot and his arms, and mounting, it is said, upon a mare that had been taken from her foal, betook himself to flight. But he had not escaped so either, if Parmenio had not sent fresh messengers to Alexander, to desire him to return and assist him against a considerable body of the enemy which yet stood together, and would not give ground. For, indeed, Parmenio is on all hands accused of having been sluggish and unserviceable in this battle, whether age had impaired his courage, or that, as Callisthenes says, he secretly disliked and envied Alexander’s growing greatness. Alexander, though he was not a little vexed to be so recalled and hindered from pursuing his victory, yet concealed the true reason from his men, and causing a retreat to be sounded, as if it were too late to continue the execution any longer, marched back towards the place of danger, and by the way met with the news of the enemy’s total overthrow and flight.
He gave the longest speech that day to the Thessalians and other Greeks, who responded with loud cheers, urging him to lead them against the barbarians. He then shifted his javelin to his left hand and raised his right hand towards the sky, praying to the gods, as Callisthenes recounts, that if he truly was the son of Jupiter, they would be willing to help and empower the Greeks. At that moment, the augur Aristander, wearing a white mantle and a gold crown, rode by and pointed out an eagle soaring just above Alexander, facing the enemy. This inspired the spectators, and after encouraging each other, the cavalry charged at full speed, followed closely by the entire phalanx of foot soldiers. But before they could clash with the front lines, the barbarians fell back, and Alexander fiercely pursued them, driving the fleeing ones into the heart of the battle, where Darius himself was present. He spotted Darius from a distance, standing out in the midst of his personal guard, a tall and striking man riding in a grand chariot, surrounded by a strong contingent of horsemen, prepared to confront the enemy. However, Alexander's advance was so fearsome that it caused those who were retreating to collide with those who were still holding their ground, nearly scattering them all. Only a few of the bravest resisted the chase, and they fell in their king's presence, piling on top of one another, desperately trying to grasp the horses. Darius, seeing that all hope was lost, noticed that the defenders in front were broken and pushed back towards him. He found it difficult to maneuver his chariot due to the dead bodies that cluttered the area, which not only blocked but almost covered the horses, causing them to rear up and become uncontrollable. In that dire situation, he was forced to abandon his chariot and weapons, and it’s said that he mounted a mare taken from her foal and fled. However, he might not have escaped at all if Parmenio hadn’t sent new messengers to Alexander, asking him to return and help against a significant group of enemies that remained and wouldn’t retreat. Indeed, Parmenio is criticized for being slow and ineffective in this battle, whether because age had diminished his bravery or, as Callisthenes suggests, because he secretly resented Alexander's rising power. Although Alexander was quite annoyed to be called back and prevented from pursuing his victory, he hid the true reason from his men. He ordered a retreat, claiming it was too late to continue the fight, and headed back towards the danger zone, where he encountered the news of the enemy’s complete defeat and flight.
This battle being thus over, seemed to put a period to the Persian empire; and Alexander, who was now proclaimed king of Asia, returned thanks to the gods in magnificent sacrifices, and rewarded his friends and followers with great sums of money, and places, and governments of provinces. And eager to gain honor with the Grecians, he wrote to them that he would have all tyrannies abolished, that they might live free according to their own laws, and specially to the Plataeans, that their city should be rebuilt, because their ancestors had permitted their countrymen of old to make their territory the seat of the war, when they fought with the barbarians for their common liberty. He sent also part of the spoils into Italy, to the Crotoniats, to honor the zeal and courage of their citizen Phayllus, the wrestler, who, in the Median war, when the other Grecian colonies in Italy disowned Greece, that he might have a share in the danger, joined the fleet at Salamis, with a vessel set forth at his own charge. So affectionate was Alexander to all kind of virtue, and so desirous to preserve the memory of laudable actions.
The battle being over seemed to mark the end of the Persian empire; and Alexander, now declared king of Asia, thanked the gods with grand sacrifices and rewarded his friends and followers with large amounts of money, positions, and governorships of provinces. Eager to earn respect from the Greeks, he wrote to them that he would have all tyrannies abolished so they could live freely under their own laws, and specifically to the Plataeans, that their city should be rebuilt, because their ancestors had allowed their fellow countrymen to make their territory the battleground during the fight with the barbarians for their shared freedom. He also sent part of the spoils to Italy, to the Crotoniats, to honor the enthusiasm and bravery of their citizen Phayllus, the wrestler, who, during the Median war, when other Greek colonies in Italy turned their backs on Greece, signed up on the fleet at Salamis with a ship he provided himself. Alexander was deeply fond of all kinds of virtue and was eager to keep the memory of commendable actions alive.
From hence he marched through the province of Babylon, which immediately submitted to him, and in Ecbatana was much surprised at the sight of the place where fire issues in a continuous stream, like a spring of water, out of a cleft in the earth, and the stream of naphtha, which, not far from this spot, flows out so abundantly as to form a sort of lake. This naphtha, in other respects resembling bitumen, is so subject to take fire, that before it touches the flame, it will kindle at the very light that surrounds it, and often inflame the intermediate air also. The barbarians, to show the power and nature of it, sprinkled the street that led to the king’s lodgings with little drops of it, and when it was almost night, stood at the further end with torches, which being applied to the moistened places, the first at once taking fire, instantly, as quick as a man could think of it, it caught from one end to another, in such a manner that the whole street was one continued flame. Among those who used to wait on the king and find occasion to amuse him when he anointed and washed himself, there was one Athenophanes, an Athenian, who desired him to make an experiment of the naphtha upon Stephanus, who stood by in the bathing place, a youth with a ridiculously ugly face, whose talent was singing well, “For,” said he, “if it take hold of him and is not put out, it must undeniably be allowed to be of the most invincible strength.” The youth, as it happened, readily consented to undergo the trial, and as soon as he was anointed and rubbed with it, his whole body broke out into such a flame, and was so seized by the fire, that Alexander was in the greatest perplexity and alarm for him, and not without reason; for nothing could have prevented his being consumed by it, if by good chance there had not been people at hand with a great many vessels of water for the service of the bath, with all which they had much ado to extinguish the fire; and his body was so burned all over, that he was not cured of it a good while after. And thus it is not without some plausibility that they endeavor to reconcile the fable to truth, who say this was the drug in the tragedies with which Medea anointed the crown and veil which she gave to Creon’s daughter. For neither the things themselves, nor the fire could kindle of its own accord, but being prepared for it by the naphtha, they imperceptibly attracted and caught a flame which happened to be brought near them. For the rays and emanations of fire at a distance have no other effect upon some bodies than bare light and heat, but in others, where they meet with airy dryness, and also sufficient rich moisture, they collect themselves and soon kindle and create a transformation. The manner, however, of the production of naphtha admits of a diversity of opinion on whether this liquid substance that feeds the flame does not rather proceed from a soil that is unctuous and productive of fire, as that of the province of Babylon is, where the ground is so very hot, that oftentimes the grains of barley leap up, and are thrown out, as if the violent inflammation had made the earth throb; and in the extreme heats the inhabitants are wont to sleep upon skins filled with water. Harpalus, who was left governor of this country, and was desirous to adorn the palace gardens and walks with Grecian plants, succeeded in raising all but ivy, which the earth would not bear, but constantly killed. For being a plant that loves a cold soil, the temper of this hot and fiery earth was improper for it. But such digressions as these the impatient reader will be more willing to pardon, if they are kept within a moderate compass.
From there, he marched through the province of Babylon, which quickly submitted to him, and in Ecbatana, was amazed by the sight of a place where fire flows continuously from a crack in the earth, like a spring of water, along with the stream of naphtha that flows abundantly nearby, forming a sort of lake. This naphtha, similar to bitumen in other ways, ignites so easily that it catches fire from the light around it, even before it touches a flame, often igniting the air in between. The locals, to demonstrate its power and nature, sprinkled the street leading to the king’s quarters with droplets of it, and when night was approaching, they stood at the far end with torches. When they lit the damp spots, the first one ignited immediately, and just as quickly, the fire spread from one end to the other, turning the entire street into a continuous flame. Among those who attended the king and looked for ways to entertain him during his bathing ritual was Athenophanes, an Athenian, who suggested trying the naphtha on Stephanus, a youth with an absurdly ugly face who had a talent for singing. “Because,” he said, “if it catches him and isn’t extinguished, it must be undeniably powerful.” The young man agreed to the experiment, and as soon as he was anointed and rubbed with it, his entire body burst into flames and was so engulfed by fire that Alexander was filled with great anxiety for him, and rightly so; nothing could have saved him from being burned alive if there hadn't been people nearby with many water vessels for the bath. They struggled to put out the fire, and his body was so badly burned that it took a long time for him to heal. Thus, it’s reasonable to connect this tale to the truth that those who claim it was the substance in the tragedies with which Medea anointed the crown and veil she gave to Creon’s daughter. Neither the material itself nor the fire could ignite on their own, but prepared by the naphtha, they subtly attracted and caught the flame when it was brought close. The rays and emissions of fire from a distance only have the effects of light and heat on some materials, but on others, where they encounter dry air and sufficient moisture, they gather together and ignite, causing a transformation. However, opinions differ on the origin of naphtha, whether this flammable liquid comes from a soil that is oily and capable of producing fire, as in the province of Babylon, where the ground is so hot that sometimes grains of barley leap up and are thrown out as if the intense heat has made the earth tremble; in extreme heat, the residents often sleep on skins filled with water. Harpalus, who was left to govern this region and wanted to decorate the palace gardens with Greek plants, managed to grow everything except ivy, which the soil wouldn't support and would constantly kill. Being a plant that prefers cold soil, the nature of this hot and fiery earth was unsuitable for it. However, impatient readers are likely to overlook such digressions if they are kept brief.
At the taking of Susa, Alexander found in the palace forty thousand talents in money ready coined, besides an unspeakable quantity of other furniture and treasure; amongst which was five thousand talents’ worth of Hermionian purple, that had been laid up there a hundred and ninety years, and yet kept its color as fresh and lively as at first. The reason of which, they say, is that in dyeing the purple they made use of honey, and of white oil in the white tincture, both which after the like space of time preserve the clearness and brightness of their luster. Dinon also relates that the Persian kings had water fetched from the Nile and the Danube, which they laid up in their treasuries as a sort of testimony of the greatness of their power and universal empire.
At the capture of Susa, Alexander discovered forty thousand talents in ready-made coins in the palace, along with an immense amount of other furniture and treasures. Among these was five thousand talents’ worth of Hermionian purple, which had been stored for one hundred and ninety years but still retained its color as fresh and vibrant as ever. It’s said that this was because honey was used in dyeing the purple and white oil for the white tint, both of which help maintain their clarity and brightness over time. Dinon also mentions that the Persian kings had water brought from the Nile and the Danube, which they stored in their treasuries as a testament to their power and vast empire.
The entrance into Persia was through a most difficult country, and was guarded by the noblest of the Persians, Darius himself having escaped further. Alexander, however, chanced to find a guide in exact correspondence with what the Pythia had foretold when he was a child, that a lycus should conduct him into Persia. For by such an one, whose father was a Lycian, and his mother a Persian, and who spoke both languages, he was now led into the country, by a way something about, yet without fetching any considerable compass. Here a great many of the prisoners were put to the sword, of which himself gives this account, that he commanded them to be killed in the belief that it would be for his advantage. Nor was the money found here less, he says, than at Susa, besides other movables and treasure, as much as ten thousand pair of mules and five thousand camels could well carry away. Amongst other things he happened to observe a large statue of Xerxes thrown carelessly down to the ground in the confusion made by the multitude of soldiers pressing; into the palace. He stood still, and accosting it as if it had been alive, “Shall we,” said he, “neglectfully pass thee by, now thou art prostrate on the ground, because thou once invadedst Greece, or shall we erect thee again in consideration of the greatness of thy mind and thy other virtues?” But at last, after he had paused some time, and silently considered with himself, he went on without taking any further notice of it. In this place he took up his winter quarters, and stayed four months to refresh his soldiers. It is related that the first time he sat on the royal throne of Persia, under the canopy of gold, Demaratus, the Corinthian, who was much attached to him and had been one of his father’s friends, wept, in an old man’s manner, and deplored the misfortune of those Creeks whom death had deprived of the satisfaction of seeing Alexander seated on the throne of Darius.
The entry into Persia was through a very challenging area, guarded by the noblest Persians, with Darius having narrowly escaped further. However, Alexander managed to find a guide who matched exactly what the Pythia had predicted when he was a child—that a Lycian would lead him into Persia. This guide had a father from Lycia and a mother from Persia, spoke both languages, and led Alexander into the country by a roundabout but not excessively lengthy route. Here, a large number of prisoners were executed, and Alexander claimed that he ordered their deaths because he believed it would benefit him. He also noted that the amount of money found there was no less than what was found at Susa, along with other valuables, equivalent to what ten thousand mules and five thousand camels could carry. Among other things, he noticed a large statue of Xerxes carelessly left on the ground due to the chaos of soldiers rushing into the palace. He stopped and addressed the statue as if it were alive, saying, “Should we just walk past you while you lie here on the ground, having once invaded Greece, or should we raise you again out of respect for your great mind and other virtues?” But after contemplating for a moment, he chose to move on without acknowledging it further. He then settled in this location, taking up winter quarters and staying four months to give his soldiers a chance to recuperate. It’s said that the first time he sat on the royal throne of Persia, under a golden canopy, Demaratus, the Corinthian, who was very fond of him and had been a friend of his father, cried in an elderly manner and mourned the fate of the Greeks who had died without witnessing Alexander on the throne of Darius.
From hence designing to march against Darius, before he set out, he diverted himself with his officers at an entertainment of drinking and other pastimes, and indulged so far as to let every one’s mistress sit by and drink with them. The most celebrated of them was Thais, an Athenian, mistress of Ptolemy, who was afterwards king of Egypt. She, partly as a sort of well-turned compliment to Alexander, partly out of sport, as the drinking went on, at last was carried so far as to utter a saying, not misbecoming her native country’s character, though somewhat too lofty for her own condition. She said it was indeed some recompense for the toils she had undergone in following the camp all over Asia, that she was that day treated in, and could insult over, the stately palace of the Persian monarchs. But, she added, it would please her much better, if while the king looked on, she might in sport, with her own hands, set fire to the court of that Xerxes who reduced the city of Athens to ashes, that it might be recorded to posterity, that the women who followed Alexander had taken a severer revenge on the Persians for the sufferings and affronts of Greece, than all the famed commanders had been able to do by sea or land. What she said was received with such universal liking and murmurs of applause, and so seconded by the encouragement and eagerness of the company, that the king himself, persuaded to be of the party, started from his seat, and with a chaplet of flowers on his head, and a lighted torch in his hand, led them the way, while they went after him in a riotous manner, dancing and making loud cries about the place; which when the rest of the Macedonians perceived, they also in great delight ran thither with torches; for they hoped the burning and destruction of the royal palace was an argument that he looked homeward, and had no design to reside among the barbarians. Thus some writers give their account of this action, while others say it was done deliberately; however, all agree that he soon repented of it, and gave order to put out the fire.
Planning to march against Darius, Alexander passed the time with his officers at a drinking party before setting out, allowing everyone's girlfriend to join in the festivities. The most famous among them was Thais, an Athenian and the mistress of Ptolemy, who would later become king of Egypt. Partly as a playful compliment to Alexander and partly out of mischief, as the drinking continued, she finally expressed a thought that reflected her homeland's spirit, even if it was a bit too grand for her own status. She remarked that it was quite a reward for the hardships she had faced while following the army throughout Asia that she was now being entertained in the grand palace of the Persian kings. However, she added that she would be much happier if, with the king watching, she could humorously set fire to the palace of Xerxes, who had destroyed Athens, so it could be remembered that the women who accompanied Alexander took a harsher revenge on the Persians for Greece's suffering than any of the great commanders had achieved on land or at sea. Her words were met with enthusiastic approval and cheers from the crowd, and encouraged by their excitement, Alexander himself jumped up, wearing a crown of flowers and holding a lit torch, leading them in a wild procession, dancing and shouting as they went. When the other Macedonians noticed this, they joyfully rushed over with torches, believing that burning down the royal palace signified Alexander was looking to return home and had no intention of settling among the barbarians. Some accounts suggest this act was spontaneous, while others claim it was premeditated. Regardless, they all agree that Alexander soon regretted it and ordered the fire to be put out.
Alexander was naturally most munificent, and grew more so as his fortune increased, accompanying what he gave with that courtesy and freedom, which, to speak truth, is necessary to make a benefit really obliging. I will give a few instances of this kind. Ariston, the captain of the Paeonians, having killed an enemy, brought his head to show him, and told him that in his country, such a present was recompensed with a cup of gold. “With an empty one,” said Alexander, smiling, “but I drink to you in this, which I give you full of wine.” Another time, as one of the common soldier was driving a mule laden with some of the king’s treasure, the beast grew tired, and the soldier took it upon his own back, and began to march with it, till Alexander seeing the man so overcharged, asked what was the matter; and when he was informed, just as he was ready to lay down his burden for weariness, “Do not faint now,” said he to him, “but finish the journey, and carry what you have there to your own tent for yourself.” He was always more displeased with those who would not accept of what he gave than with those who begged of him. And therefore he wrote to Phocion, that he would not own him for his friend any longer, if he refused his presents. He had never given anything to Serapion, one of the youths that played at ball with him, because he did not ask of him, till one day, it coming to Serapion’s turn to play, he still threw the ball to others, and when the king asked him why he did not direct it to him, “Because you do not ask for it,” said he; which answer pleased him so, that he was very liberal to him afterwards. One Proteas, a pleasant, jesting, drinking fellow, having incurred his displeasure, got his friends to intercede for him, and begged his pardon himself with tears, which at last prevailed, and Alexander declared he was friends with him. “I cannot believe it,” said Proteas, “unless you first give me some pledge of it.” The king understood his meaning, and presently ordered five talents to be given him. How magnificent he was in enriching his friends, and those who attended on his person, appears by a letter which Olympias wrote to him, where she tells him he should reward and honor those about him in a more moderate way, For now,” said she, “you make them all equal to kings, you give them power and opportunity of making many friends of their own, and in the meantime you leave yourself destitute.” She often wrote to him to this purpose, and he never communicated her letters to anybody, unless it were one which he opened when Hephaestion was by, whom he permitted, as his custom was, to read it along with him; but then as soon as he had done, he took off his ring, and set the seal upon Hephaestion’s lips. Mazaeus, who was the most considerable man in Darius’s court, had a son who was already governor of a province. Alexander bestowed another upon him that was better; he, however, modestly refused, and told him, instead of one Darius, he went the way to make many Alexanders. To Parmenio he gave Bagoas’s house, in which he found a wardrobe of apparel worth more than a thousand talents. He wrote to Antipater, commanding him to keep a life-guard about him for the security of his person against conspiracies. To his mother he sent many presents, but would never suffer her to meddle with matters of state or war, not indulging her busy temper, and when she fell out with him upon this account, he bore her ill-humor very patiently. Nay more, when he read a long letter from Antipater, full of accusations against her, “Antipater,” he said, “does not know that one tear of a mother effaces a thousand such letters as these.”
Alexander was naturally very generous, and he became even more so as his wealth grew, always giving with the kindness and openness that, to be honest, makes a gift truly meaningful. Here are a few examples. Ariston, the captain of the Paeonians, brought him the head of an enemy he had killed and said that in his country, such a gift would be rewarded with a cup of gold. "With an empty one," Alexander replied with a smile, "but I’ll toast to you with this, which I give you filled with wine." Another time, when a common soldier was struggling to carry a mule loaded with some of the king's treasure, Alexander noticed the man was overburdened and asked what was wrong. When he found out, just as the man was about to collapse from exhaustion, Alexander said to him, "Don’t give up now, but finish the journey and take what you have to your own tent for yourself." He was always more upset with those who turned down his gifts than with those who asked for help. Because of this, he wrote to Phocion, saying he wouldn’t consider him a friend any longer if he rejected his presents. He had never given anything to Serapion, a young man who played ball with him, because Serapion hadn’t asked for anything. However, one day when it was Serapion's turn to play, he kept passing the ball to others, and when the king asked why he didn’t throw it to him, Serapion responded, "Because you don’t ask for it," which pleased Alexander so much that he became very generous to him afterward. One fellow named Proteas, a fun-loving drinker who had fallen out of favor with Alexander, got his friends to plead for him and even begged for his forgiveness in tears, which eventually worked, and Alexander declared they were friends again. "I can't believe it," Proteas said, "unless you give me some proof." The king understood what he meant and quickly ordered five talents to be given to him. His generosity in enriching his friends and those close to him is evident from a letter Olympias wrote to him, advising him to reward and honor his associates in a more measured way. "Now," she said, "you’re making them all equal to kings, giving them the power to gain many friends of their own, while you’re left without support." She often wrote to him about this, and he never shared her letters with anyone, except for one he opened in Hephaestion's presence, allowing him to read it with him. But right after, he took off his ring and sealed Hephaestion's lips. Mazaeus, the most important man in Darius's court, had a son who was already a governor of a province. Alexander offered him a better one, but he humbly declined, saying instead of one Darius, he was making many Alexanders. To Parmenio, he gave Bagoas's house, where he found a wardrobe full of clothes worth more than a thousand talents. He wrote to Antipater, ordering him to keep a bodyguard around him for his safety against conspiracies. He sent many gifts to his mother but never allowed her to interfere with state or military matters, resisting her meddling nature. When she was upset with him about this, he tolerated her bad mood patiently. Moreover, when he read a long letter from Antipater full of accusations against her, he said, "Antipater doesn't understand that one tear from a mother outweighs a thousand letters like this."
But when he perceived his favorites grow so luxurious and extravagant in their way of living and expenses, that Hagnon, the Teian, wore silver nails in his shoes, that Leonnatus employed several camels, only to bring him powder out of Egypt to use when he wrestled, and that Philotas had hunting nets a hundred furlongs in length, that more used precious ointment than plain oil when they went to bathe, and that they carried about servants everywhere with them to rub them and wait upon them in their chambers, he reproved them in gentle and reasonable terms, telling them he wondered that they who had been engaged in so many signal battles did not know by experience, that those who labor sleep more sweetly and soundly than those who are labored for, and could fail to see by comparing the Persians’ manner of living with their own, that it was the most abject and slavish condition to be voluptuous, but the most noble arid royal to undergo pain and labor. He argued with them further, how it was possible for anyone who pretended to be a soldier, either to look well after his horse, or to keep his armor bright and in good order, who thought it much to let his hands be serviceable to what was nearest to him, his own body. “Are you still to learn,” said he, “that the end and perfection of our victories is to avoid the vices and infirmities of those whom we subdue?” And to strengthen his precepts by example, he applied himself now more vigorously than ever to hunting and warlike expeditions, embracing all opportunities of hardship and danger, insomuch that a Lacedaemonian, who was there on an embassy to him, and chanced to be by when he encountered with and mastered a huge lion, told him he had fought gallantly with the beast, which of the two should be king. Craterus caused a representation to be made of this adventure, consisting of the lion and the dogs, of the king engaged with the lion, and himself coming in to his assistance, all expressed in figures of brass, some of which were by Lysippus, and the rest by Leochares; and had it dedicated in the temple of Apollo at Delphi. Alexander exposed his person to danger in this manner, with the object both of inuring himself, and inciting others to the performance of brave and virtuous actions.
But when he saw his favorites living such luxurious and extravagant lives, with Hagnon from Teos wearing silver nails in his shoes, Leonnatus using several camels just to bring him powder from Egypt for wrestling, and Philotas having hunting nets that were a hundred furlongs long, using more expensive ointment than plain oil when bathing, and having servants everywhere to attend to them and wait on them in their rooms, he gently but firmly criticized them. He expressed his amazement that they, who had fought in so many significant battles, didn’t understand from experience that those who work sleep more sweetly and soundly than those who are waited on, and failed to realize, by comparing their way of living with that of the Persians, that being indulgent was the most degrading and slave-like condition while enduring hardship and toil was the most noble and royal. He further argued how it was possible for anyone claiming to be a soldier to look after their horse or keep their armor in good condition if they thought it was beneath them to make their hands useful for their own body. “Are you still learning,” he said, “that the goal and essence of our victories is to avoid the vices and weaknesses of those we conquer?” To reinforce his points by example, he threw himself into hunting and military expeditions more vigorously than ever, eagerly seeking opportunities for hardship and danger. A Lacedaemonian who was there on an embassy, who happened to witness him confront and conquer a massive lion, told him he had fought bravely with the beast to see who would be king. Craterus commissioned a representation of this feat, showing the lion and the dogs, the king engaged with the lion, and himself coming in to help, all depicted in bronze figures, some by Lysippus and others by Leochares; he dedicated it in the temple of Apollo at Delphi. Alexander exposed himself to such dangers not only to toughen himself but also to inspire others to perform brave and virtuous acts.
But his followers, who were grown rich, and consequently proud, longed to indulge themselves in pleasure and idleness, and were weary of marches and expeditions, and at last went on so far as to censure and speak ill of him. All which at first he bore very patiently, saying, it became a king well to do good to others, and be evil spoken of. Meantime, on the smallest occasions that called for a show of kindness to his friends, there was every indication on his part of tenderness and respect. Hearing Peucestes was bitten by a bear, he wrote to him, that he took it unkindly he should send others notice of it, and not make him acquainted with it; “But now,” said he, “since it is so, let me know how you do, and whether any of your companions forsook you when you were in danger, that I may punish them.” He sent Hephaestion, who was absent about some business, word how while they were fighting for their diversion with an ichneumon, Craterus was by chance run through both thighs with Perdiccas’s javelin. And upon Peucestes’s recovery from a fit of sickness, he sent a letter of thanks to his physician Alexippus. When Craterus was ill, he saw a vision in his sleep, after which he offered sacrifices for his health, and bade him to do so likewise. He wrote also to Pausanias, the physician, who was about to purge Craterus with hellebore, partly out of an anxious concern for him, and partly to give him a caution how he used that medicine. He was so tender of his friends’ reputation that he imprisoned Ephialtes and Cissus, who brought him the first news of Harpalus’s flight and withdrawal from his service, as if they had falsely accused him. When he sent the old and infirm soldiers home, Eurylochus, a citizen of Aegae, got his name enrolled among the sick, though he ailed nothing, which being discovered, he confessed he was in love with a young woman named Telesippa, and wanted to go along with her to the seaside. Alexander inquired to whom the woman belonged, and being told she was a free courtesan, “I will assist you,” said he to Eurylochus, “in your amour, if your mistress be to be gained either by presents or persuasions; but we must use no other means, because she is free-born.”
But his followers, who had become wealthy and, as a result, arrogant, wanted to indulge in luxury and leisure, and were tired of marches and campaigns. Eventually, they went so far as to criticize him and speak poorly of him. At first, he tolerated this patiently, saying that it was appropriate for a king to do good for others, even if he was spoken of negatively. In the meantime, whenever there was a slight reason to show kindness to his friends, he displayed tenderness and respect. When he heard that Peucestes had been bitten by a bear, he wrote to him, expressing disappointment that Peucestes had informed others instead of telling him directly: “But now,” he said, “since it’s happened, let me know how you are doing, and whether any of your companions abandoned you when you were in danger, so I can punish them.” He told Hephaestion, who was away on business, how Craterus had accidentally been run through both thighs by Perdiccas’s javelin while they were amusing themselves fighting an ichneumon. After Peucestes recovered from an illness, he sent a letter of thanks to his physician, Alexippus. When Craterus fell ill, he dreamed a vision, after which he offered sacrifices for his health and suggested Craterus do the same. He also wrote to Pausanias, the physician, who was about to treat Craterus with hellebore, both out of concern for Craterus and to caution him about how to use the medicine. He was so protective of his friends’ reputations that he imprisoned Ephialtes and Cissus, who were the first to bring him news of Harpalus’s escape and departure from his service, as if they had smeared his name. When he sent the older and weaker soldiers home, Eurylochus, a citizen of Aegae, had his name added to the list of the sick, even though he was perfectly fine. When this was discovered, he admitted he was in love with a young woman named Telesippa and wanted to go with her to the seaside. Alexander asked who the woman belonged to, and when he learned she was a free courtesan, he said to Eurylochus, “I will help you in your pursuit if your mistress can be won over with gifts or persuasion; but we must not use any other means, since she is a free woman.”
It is surprising to consider upon what slight occasions he would write letters to serve his friends. As when he wrote one in which he gave order to search for a youth that belonged to Seleucus, who was run away into Cilicia; and in another, thanked and commended Peucestes for apprehending Nicon, a servant of Craterus; and in one to Megabyzus, concerning a slave that had taken sanctuary in a temple, gave direction that he should not meddle with him while he was there, but if he could entice him out by fair means, then he gave him leave to seize him. It is reported of him that when he first sat in judgment upon capital causes, he would lay his hand upon one of his ears while the accuser spoke, to keep it free and unprejudiced in behalf of the party accused. But afterwards such a multitude of accusations were brought before him, and so many proved true, that he lost his tenderness of heart, and gave credit to those also that were false; and especially when anybody spoke ill of him, he would be transported out of his reason, and show himself cruel and inexorable, valuing his glory and reputation beyond his life or kingdom.
It's surprising to think about the small reasons he would write letters to help his friends. For example, he wrote one ordering a search for a young man who belonged to Seleucus and had run away to Cilicia; in another, he thanked and praised Peucestes for capturing Nicon, a servant of Craterus; and in one to Megabyzus, regarding a slave who had taken sanctuary in a temple, he instructed that he should not interfere with him while he was there, but if he could lure him out through reasonable means, then he was allowed to capture him. It’s said that when he first presided over serious cases, he would place his hand over one of his ears while the accuser spoke to keep it unbiased in favor of the accused party. But later, as a flood of accusations came before him, and many were proven true, he became less compassionate and started believing even the false ones. Especially when someone spoke badly of him, he would lose his temper and act cruel and relentless, prioritizing his reputation and honor above his life or kingdom.
He now, as we said, set forth to seek Darius, expecting he should be put to the hazard of another battle, but heard he was taken and secured by Bessus, upon which news he sent home the Thessalians, and gave them a largess of two thousand talents over and above the pay that was due to them. This long and painful pursuit of Darius, for in eleven days he marched thirty-three hundred furlongs, harassed his soldiers so that most of them were ready to give it up, chiefly for want of water. While they were in this distress, it happened that some Macedonians who had fetched water in skins upon their mules from a river they had found out, came about noon to the place where Alexander was, and seeing him almost choked with thirst, presently filled a helmet and offered it him. He asked them to whom they were carrying the water; they told him to their children, adding, that if his life were but saved, it was no matter for them, they should be able well enough to repair that loss, though they all perished. Then he took the helmet into his hands, and looking round about, when he saw all those who were near him stretching their heads out and looking, earnestly after the drink, he returned it again with thanks without tasting a drop of it, “For,” said he, “if I alone should drink, the rest will be out of heart.” The soldiers no sooner took notice of his temperance and magnanimity upon this occasion, but they one and all cried out to him to lead them forward boldly, and began whipping on their horses. For whilst they had such a king, they said they defied both weariness and thirst, and looked upon themselves to be little less than immortal. But though they were all equally cheerful and willing, yet not above threescore horse were able, it is said, to keep up, and to fall in with Alexander upon the enemy’s camp, where they rode over abundance of gold and silver that lay scattered about, and passing by a great many chariots full of women that wandered here and there for want of drivers, they endeavored to overtake the first of those that fled, in hopes to meet with Darius among them. And at last, after much trouble, they found him lying in a chariot, wounded all over with darts, just at the point of death. However, he desired they would give him some drink, and when he had drunk a little cold water, he told Polystratus, who gave it him, that it had become the last extremity of his ill fortune, to receive benefits and not be able to return them. “But Alexander,” said he, “whose kindness to my mother, my wife, and my children I hope the gods will recompense, will doubtless thank you for your humanity to me. Tell him, therefore, in token of my acknowledgment, I give him this right hand,” with which words he took hold of Polystratus’s hand and died. When Alexander came up to them, he showed manifest tokens of sorrow, and taking off his own cloak, threw it upon the body to cover it. And sometime afterwards, when Bessus was taken, he ordered him to be torn in pieces in this manner. They fastened him to a couple of trees which were bound down so as to meet, and then being let loose, with a great force returned to their places, each of them carrying that part of the body along with it that was tied to it. Darius’s body was laid in state, and sent to his mother with pomp suitable to his quality. His brother Exathres, Alexander received into the number of his intimate friends.
He now set out to find Darius, expecting he would have to face another battle, but he soon learned that Darius had been captured and held by Bessus. Upon hearing this news, he sent the Thessalians home and gave them a bonus of two thousand talents in addition to their pay. This long and grueling pursuit of Darius saw him march over three thousand three hundred furlongs in eleven days, which exhausted his soldiers to the point that most were ready to give up, mainly due to a lack of water. While they were in this distress, some Macedonians who had brought water in skins on their mules from a river they discovered arrived around noon, and seeing Alexander nearly overcome by thirst, immediately filled a helmet and offered it to him. He asked them whom they were taking the water to; they told him it was for their children, adding that if his life could be saved, it wouldn’t matter to them, as they could manage the loss even if they all perished. He took the helmet in his hands, looked around at those near him stretching their heads out, eagerly looking for a drink, and then returned it with thanks without tasting a drop, saying, “If I alone drink, the rest will lose heart.” As soon as the soldiers noticed his self-restraint and nobility in this moment, they all shouted for him to lead them forward boldly, starting to push on their horses. They said that with such a king, they defied both weariness and thirst and felt almost immortal. Though they were all equally cheerful and willing, it’s said that no more than sixty horsemen could keep up with Alexander when they came upon the enemy’s camp, where they found a lot of gold and silver scattered about and passed many chariots full of women wandering around without drivers. They tried to catch the first of those who were fleeing, hoping to find Darius among them. Eventually, after much trouble, they discovered him lying in a chariot, wounded all over with darts, on the verge of death. However, he asked for a drink, and after having a little cold water, he told Polystratus, who had given it to him, that it had become the last aspect of his misfortune to receive kindness and be unable to repay it. “But Alexander,” he said, “whose kindness towards my mother, my wife, and my children I hope the gods will reward, will surely thank you for your humanity towards me. So tell him, as a token of my gratitude, I give him this right hand,” and with those words, he grasped Polystratus’s hand and died. When Alexander arrived, he showed clear signs of sorrow and took off his own cloak, draping it over the body to cover it. Later, when Bessus was captured, he ordered him to be torn apart in this way: they tied him to two trees bent down to meet, and when released, the trees sprang back with great force, each carrying away the part of the body it was tied to. Darius’s body was laid to rest in state and sent to his mother with the honor befitting his status. His brother Exathres was taken into Alexander’s close circle of friends.
And now with the flower of his army he marched into Hyrcania, where he saw a large bay of an open sea, apparently not much less than the Euxine, with water, however, sweeter than that of other seas, but could learn nothing of certainty concerning it, further than that in all probability it seemed to him to be an arm issuing from the lake of Maeotis. However, the naturalists were better informed of the truth, and had given an account of it many years before Alexander’s expedition; that of four gulfs which out of the main sea enter into the continent, this, known indifferently as the Caspian and as the Hyrcanian sea, is the most northern. Here the barbarians, unexpectedly meeting with those who led Bucephalas, took them prisoners, and carried the horse away with them, at which Alexander was so much vexed, that he sent a herald to let them know he would put them all to the sword, men, women, and children, without mercy, if they did not restore him. But on their doing so, and at the same time surrendering their cities into his hands, he not only treated them kindly, but also paid a ramsom for his horse to those who took him.
And now, with the best of his army, he marched into Hyrcania, where he came across a large bay of open sea, which seemed almost as big as the Euxine, but the water was sweeter than that of other seas. However, he couldn't find out much for sure about it, other than it likely appeared to be an inlet from the lake of Maeotis. The naturalists had a better understanding of the truth and had written about it many years before Alexander’s expedition; of the four gulfs that connect the mainland to the main sea, this one, known interchangeably as the Caspian and the Hyrcanian sea, is the northernmost. Here, the barbarians unexpectedly encountered those who were leading Bucephalas, captured them, and took the horse away with them. Alexander was so angry that he sent a messenger to warn them he would kill all of them, men, women, and children, without mercy if they didn’t return his horse. But when they did return him and also surrendered their cities to him, he not only treated them kindly, but also paid a ransom for his horse to those who had taken him.
From hence he marched into Parthia, where not having much to do, he first put on the barbaric dress, perhaps with the view of making the work of civilizing them the easier, as nothing gains more upon men than a conformity to their fashions and customs. Or it may have been as a first trial, whether the Macedonians might be brought to adore him, as the Persians did their kings, by accustoming them by little and little to bear with the alteration of his rule and course of life in other things. However, he followed not the Median fashion, which was altogether foreign and uncouth, and adopted neither the trousers nor the sleeved vest, nor the tiara for the head, but taking a middle way between the Persian mode and the Macedonian, so contrived his habit that it was not so flaunting as the one, and yet more pompous and magnificent than the other. At first he wore this habit only when he conversed with the barbarians, or within doors, among his intimate friends and companions, but afterwards he appeared in it abroad, when he rode out, and at public audiences, a sight which the Macedonians beheld with grief; but they so respected his other virtues and good qualities, that they felt it reasonable in some things to gratify his fancies and his passion of glory, in pursuit of which he hazarded himself so far, that, besides his other adventures, he had but lately been wounded in the leg by an arrow, which had so shattered the shank-bone that splinters were taken out. And on another occasion he received a violent blow with a stone upon the nape of the neck, which dimmed his sight for a good while afterwards. And yet all this could not hinder him from exposing himself freely to any dangers, insomuch that he passed the river Orexartes, which he took to be the Tanais, and putting the Scythians to flight, followed them above a hundred furlongs, though suffering all the time from a diarrhea.
From there, he marched into Parthia, where he didn’t have much to do. He first put on the local attire, maybe to make the process of civilizing them easier, since nothing influences people more than adapting to their customs and styles. Or perhaps it was a test to see if the Macedonians could be convinced to worship him like the Persians did their kings, by gradually getting them used to the changes in his rule and lifestyle. However, he didn’t adopt the Median style, which was completely foreign and strange; he didn’t wear trousers, a sleeved tunic, or the tiara. Instead, he found a middle ground between Persian and Macedonian styles, creating an outfit that wasn’t as extravagant as the Persian one but was still more impressive and grand than the Macedonian style. At first, he only wore this outfit when he was speaking with the locals or indoors with close friends and companions, but later he wore it out in public, during rides and at official events—a sight that saddened the Macedonians. Still, they respected his other virtues and qualities enough to consider it reasonable to indulge his preferences and ambition for glory, which he pursued so intensely that he had recently been wounded in the leg by an arrow that shattered his bone, requiring the removal of splinters. On another occasion, he took a heavy blow from a stone on the back of his neck, which affected his vision for quite a while after. Yet, none of this stopped him from putting himself at risk; he even crossed the Orexartes River, which he believed to be the Tanais, and drove the Scythians to flight, chasing them for over a hundred furlongs, even while suffering from diarrhea.
Here many affirm that the Amazon came to give him a visit. So Clitarchus, Polyclitus, Onesicritus, Antigenes, and Ister, tell us. But Aristobulus and Chares, who held the office of reporter of requests, Ptolemy and Anticlides, Philon the Theban, Philip of Theangela, Hecataeus the Eretrian, Philip the Chalcidian, and Duris the Samian, say it is wholly a fiction. And truly Alexander himself seems to confirm the latter statement, for in a letter in which he gives Antipater an account of all that happened, he tells him that the king of Scythia offered him his daughter in marriage, but makes no mention at all of the Amazon. And many years after, when Onesicritus read this story in his fourth book to Lysimachus, who then reigned, the king laughed quietly and asked, “Where could I have been at that time?”
Here, many people say that the Amazon paid him a visit. So Clitarchus, Polyclitus, Onesicritus, Antigenes, and Ister claim. However, Aristobulus and Chares, who reported requests, along with Ptolemy and Anticlides, Philon the Theban, Philip of Theangela, Hecataeus the Eretrian, Philip the Chalcidian, and Duris the Samian, argue that it's entirely a made-up story. Indeed, Alexander himself seems to support this view because, in a letter where he updates Antipater on everything that happened, he mentions that the king of Scythia proposed marriage to his daughter but doesn’t mention the Amazon at all. Many years later, when Onesicritus read this tale to Lysimachus, who was then in power, the king chuckled softly and asked, “Where could I have been at that time?”
But it signifies little to Alexander whether this be credited or no. Certain it is, that apprehending the Macedonians would be weary of pursuing the war, he left the greater part of them in their quarters; and having with him in Hyrcania the choice of his men only, amounting to twenty thousand foot, and three thousand horse, he spoke to them to this effect: That hitherto the barbarians had seen them no otherwise than as it were in a dream, and if they should think of returning when they had only alarmed Asia, and not conquered it, their enemies would set upon them as upon so many women. However, he told them he would keep none of them with him against their will, they might go if they pleased; he should merely enter his protest, that when on his way to make the Macedonians the masters of the world, he was left alone with a few friends and volunteers. This is almost word for word, as he wrote in a letter to Antipater, where he adds, that when he had thus spoken to them, they all cried out, they would go along with him whithersoever it was his pleasure to lead them. After succeeding with these, it was no hard matter for him to bring over the multitude, which easily followed the example of their betters. Now, also, he more and more accommodated himself in his way of living to that of the natives, and tried to bring them, also, as near as he could to the Macedonian customs, wisely considering that whilst he was engaged in an expedition which would carry him far from thence, it would be wiser to depend upon the goodwill which might arise from intermixture and association as a means of maintaining tranquillity, than upon force and compulsion. In order to this, he chose out thirty thousand boys, whom he put under masters to teach them the Greek tongue, and to train them up to arms in the Macedonian discipline. As for his marriage with Roxana, whose youthfulness and beauty had charmed him at a drinking entertainment, where he first happened to see her, taking part in a dance, it was, indeed, a love affair, yet it seemed at the same time to be conducive to the object he had in hand. For it gratified the conquered people to see him choose a wife from among themselves, and it made them feel the most lively affection for him, to find that in the only passion which he, the most temperate of men, was overcome by, he yet forbore till he could obtain her in a lawful and honorable way.
But it means little to Alexander whether people believe this or not. What is certain is that understanding the Macedonians would grow tired of the war, he left most of them in their camps. With only his best men with him in Hyrcania—about twenty thousand foot soldiers and three thousand cavalry—he spoke to them in this way: that until now, the barbarians had seen them almost as if it were a dream, and if they thought of going back after only alarming Asia and not conquering it, their enemies would attack them as if they were weak women. However, he told them he wouldn't keep anyone with him against their will; they could leave if they wanted. He would merely express his regret that when he set out to make the Macedonians masters of the world, he was left alone with just a few friends and volunteers. This is almost exactly what he wrote in a letter to Antipater, where he added that after he spoke to them, they all shouted that they would follow him wherever he wanted to lead them. After winning over these men, it wasn't hard for him to persuade the rest, who easily followed the example of their superiors. He also increasingly adapted his way of living to that of the locals and tried to bring them closer to the Macedonian customs, wisely considering that while he was engaged in an expedition far away, depending on goodwill from intermingling and association would be smarter than relying on force and coercion. To this end, he selected thirty thousand boys and placed them under teachers to learn the Greek language and to train for battle in the Macedonian style. As for his marriage to Roxana, whose youth and beauty captivated him at a drinking party where he first saw her dancing, it was indeed a love story, yet it also seemed beneficial to his goals. It pleased the conquered people to see him choose a wife from among them and made them feel a strong affection for him, realizing that in the only passion that could sway him, he still waited to obtain her in a proper and honorable manner.
Noticing, also, that among his chief friends and favorites, Hephaestion most approved all that he did, and complied with and imitated him in his change of habits, while Craterus continued strict in the observation of the customs and fashions of his own country, he made it his practice to employ the first in all transactions with the Persians, and the latter when he had to do with the Greeks or Macedonians. And in general he showed more affection for Hephaestion, and more respect for Craterus; Hephaestion, as he used to say, being Alexander’s, and Craterus the king’s friend. And so these two friends always bore in secret a grudge to each other, and at times quarreled openly, so much so, that once in India they drew upon one another, and were proceeding in good earnest, with their friends on each side to second them, when Alexander rode up and publicly reproved Hephaestion, calling him fool and madman, not to be sensible that without his favor he was nothing. He rebuked Craterus, also, in private, severely, and then causing them both to come into his presence, he reconciled them, at the same time swearing by Ammon and the rest of the gods, that he loved them two above all other men, but if ever he perceived them fall out again he would be sure to put both of them to death, or at least the aggressor. After which they neither ever did or said anything, so much as in jest, to offend one another.
Noticing that among his closest friends and favorites, Hephaestion was the one who most supported everything he did and adapted to his new habits, while Craterus continued to strictly follow the customs and traditions of his own country, he decided to have Hephaestion handle all dealings with the Persians and to rely on Craterus when dealing with the Greeks or Macedonians. In general, he showed more affection for Hephaestion and more respect for Craterus; Hephaestion, as he often said, was Alexander's friend, while Craterus was the king's friend. As a result, these two friends secretly held a grudge against each other and occasionally argued openly, to the point that once in India, they started to fight seriously, with their friends ready to back them up. Alexander rode up and publicly scolded Hephaestion, calling him a fool and a madman for not realizing that without Alexander's favor, he was nothing. He also privately reprimanded Craterus harshly, and then brought the two of them into his presence, reconciling them while swearing by Ammon and the other gods that he loved them both more than anyone else. He warned that if he ever saw them argue again, he would make sure to kill both of them, or at least the one who started it. After that, they never did or said anything, even jokingly, to offend each other again.
There was scarcely anyone who had greater repute among the Macedonians than Philotas, the son of Parmenio. For besides that he was valiant and able to endure any fatigue of war, he was also next to Alexander himself the most munificent, and the greatest lover of his friends, one of whom asking him for some money, he commanded his steward to give it him; and when he told him he had not wherewith, “Have you not any plate then,” said he, “or any clothes of mine to sell?” But he carried his arrogance and his pride of wealth and his habits of display and luxury to a degree of assumption unbecoming a private man, and affecting all the loftiness without succeeding in showing any of the grace or gentleness of true greatness, by this mistaken and spurious majesty he gained so much envy and ill-will, that Parmenio would sometimes tell him, “My son, to be not quite so great would be better.” For he had long before been complained of, and accused to Alexander. Particularly when Darius was defeated in Cilicia, and an immense booty was taken at Damascus, among the rest of the prisoners who were brought into the camp, there was one Antigone of Pydna, a very handsome woman, who fell to Philotas’s share. The young man one day in his cups, in the vaunting, outspoken, soldier’s manner, declared to his mistress, that all the great actions were performed by him and his father, the glory and benefit of which, he said, together with the title of king, the boy Alexander reaped and enjoyed by their means. She could not hold, but discovered what he had said to one of her acquaintance, and he, as is usual in such cases, to another, till at last the story came to the ears of Craterus, who brought the woman secretly to the king. When Alexander had heard what she had to say, he commanded her to continue her intrigue with Philotas, and give him an account from time to time of all that should fall from him to this purpose. He thus unwittingly caught in a snare, to gratify some times a fit of anger, sometimes a mere love of vainglory, let himself utter numerous foolish, indiscreet speeches against the king in Antigone’s hearing, of which though Alexander was informed and convinced by strong evidence, yet he would take no notice of it at present, whether it was that he confided in Parmenio’s affection and loyalty, or that he apprehended their authority and interest in the army. But about this time one Limnus, a Macedonian of Chalastra, conspired against Alexander’s life, and communicated his design to a youth whom he was fond of, named Nicomachus, inviting him to be of the party. But he not relishing the thing, revealed it to his brother Balinus, who immediately addressed himself to Philotas, requiring him to introduce them both to Alexander, to whom they had something of great moment to impart which very nearly concerned him. But he, for what reason is uncertain, went not with them, professing that the king was engaged with affairs of more importance. And when they had urged him a second time, and were still slighted by him, they applied themselves to another, by whose means being admitted into Alexander’s presence, they first told about Limnus’s conspiracy, and by the way let Philotas’s negligence appear, who had twice disregarded their application to him. Alexander was greatly incensed, and on finding that Limnus had defended himself, and had been killed by the soldier who was sent to seize him, he was still more discomposed, thinking he had thus lost the means of detecting the plot. As soon as his displeasure against Philotas began to appear, presently all his old enemies showed themselves, and said openly, the king was too easily imposed on, to imagine that one so inconsiderable as Limnus, a Chalastrian, should of his own head undertake such an enterprise; that in all likelihood he was but subservient to the design, an instrument that was moved by some greater spring; that those ought to be more strictly examined about the matter whose interest it was so much to conceal it. When they had once gained the king’s ear for insinuations of this sort, they went on to show a thousand grounds of suspicion against Philotas, till at last they prevailed to have him seized and put to the torture, which was done in the presence of the principal officers, Alexander himself being placed behind some tapestry to understand what passed. Where, when he heard in what a miserable tone, and with what abject submissions Philotas applied himself to Hephaestion, he broke out, it is said, in this manner: “Are you so mean-spirited and effeminate, Philotas, and yet can engage in so desperate a design?” After his death, he presently sent into Media, and put also Parmenio, his father, to death, who had done brave service under Philip, and was the only man, of his older friends and counselors, who had encouraged Alexander to invade Asia. Of three sons whom he had had in the army, he had already lost two, and now was himself put to death with the third. These actions rendered Alexander an object of terror to many of his friends, and chiefly to Antipater, who, to strengthen himself, sent messengers privately to treat for an alliance with the Aetolians, who stood in fear of Alexander, because they had destroyed the town of the Oeniadae; on being informed of which, Alexander had said the children of the Oeniadae need not revenge their fathers’ quarrel, for he would himself take care to punish the Aetolians.
There was hardly anyone held in higher regard among the Macedonians than Philotas, the son of Parmenio. Besides being brave and able to handle the hardships of war, he was also incredibly generous, second only to Alexander himself, and a true friend. When one of his friends asked him for money, he ordered his steward to give it to him; when the steward said he had none, Philotas asked, “Don’t you have any silver or my clothes to sell?” However, he took his wealth and his showy lifestyle to an inappropriate level for someone of his status, displaying all the arrogance without showing the grace or kindness that comes with true greatness. This false sense of grandeur made him the target of envy and resentment, leading Parmenio to advise him, “My son, it would be better to be a little less grand.” He had been complained about and reported to Alexander before. Especially when Darius was defeated in Cilicia and an enormous loot was taken at Damascus, one of the prisoners brought into the camp was a very attractive woman named Antigone from Pydna, who was assigned to Philotas. One day, after drinking too much, he boasted to her that all the great achievements were done by him and his father, and that it was their actions that brought the glory and benefits that Alexander enjoyed. She couldn’t help but share what he said with a friend, who in turn told someone else, and eventually the story reached Craterus, who secretly brought the woman to the king. After hearing her story, Alexander instructed her to continue her affair with Philotas and report any relevant conversations to him. Unwittingly, Philotas began to make foolish and reckless statements against Alexander in Antigone’s presence, which Alexander learned about through strong evidence but chose to ignore for the time being, trusting in Parmenio’s loyalty or fearing the influence they had in the army. Around this time, a Macedonian named Limnus from Chalastra plotted against Alexander’s life and shared his plan with a young man he was fond of named Nicomachus, inviting him to join the conspiracy. Not agreeing with the plan, Nicomachus revealed it to his brother Balinus, who then went to Philotas, asking him to introduce them to Alexander because they had important information to share. For reasons unknown, Philotas declined, claiming the king was busy with more critical matters. After being brushed off a second time, they sought another route and managed to get an audience with Alexander, detailing Limnus’s conspiracy and highlighting Philotas's negligence in ignoring them twice. Alexander became furious and, upon learning that Limnus had been killed by a soldier sent to capture him, felt even more frustrated, as he thought he lost a chance to uncover the plot. As Philotas’s downfall started to show, his old enemies quickly stepped forward, asserting that it was naive for the king to believe that someone as insignificant as Limnus could act alone. They argued he must have been part of a larger plot, suggesting those whose interests aligned with the cover-up should be closely investigated. Once they had gained Alexander’s attention, they piled on countless accusations against Philotas, eventually convincing him to arrest and torture Philotas in the presence of key officials, with Alexander secretly observing behind some curtains. Upon hearing Philotas plead in a miserable and submissive tone to Hephaestion, it is said that Alexander exclaimed, “Are you this cowardly and weak, Philotas, yet still capable of such a reckless plan?” After Philotas was executed, Alexander swiftly sent orders to Media, having Parmenio, his father, executed as well. Parmenio had provided excellent service under Philip and was the only one of Alexander’s older friends and advisors who encouraged him to invade Asia. Out of three sons he had in the army, he had already lost two, and now he was executed with the third. These actions made Alexander a figure of fear among many of his friends, especially Antipater, who, to secure his position, secretly sent messengers to negotiate an alliance with the Aetolians, who feared Alexander after they destroyed the town of the Oeniadae. Alexander had remarked that the children of the Oeniadae did not need to seek revenge, as he would personally deal with the Aetolians.
Not long after this happened the deplorable end of Clitus, which to those who barely hear the matter-of-fact, may seem more inhuman than that of Philotas; but if we consider the story with its circumstance of time, and weigh the cause, we shall find it to have occurred rather through a sort of mischance of the king’s, whose anger and over-drinking offered an occasion to the evil genius of Clitus. The king had a present of Grecian fruit brought him from the sea-coast, which was so fresh and beautiful, that he was surprised at it, and called Clitus to him to see it, and to give him a share of it. Clitus was then sacrificing, but he immediately left off and came, followed by three sheep, on whom the drink-offering had been already poured preparatory to sacrificing them. Alexander, being informed of this, told his diviners, Aristander and Cleomantis the Lacedaemonian, and asked them what it meant; on whose assuring him, it was an ill omen, he commanded them in all haste to offer sacrifices for Clitus’s safety, forasmuch as three days before he himself had seen a strange vision in his sleep, of Clitus all in mourning, sitting by Parmenio’s sons who were dead. Clitus, however, stayed not to finish his devotions, but came straight to supper with the king, who had sacrificed to Castor and Pollux. And when they had drunk pretty hard, some of the company fell a singing the verses of one Pranichus, or as others say of Pierion, which were made upon those captains who had been lately worsted by the barbarians, on purpose to disgrace and turn them to ridicule. This gave offense to the older men who were there, and they upbraided both the author and the singer of the verses, though Alexander and the younger men about him were much amused to hear them, and encouraged them to go on, till at last Clitus, who had drunk too much, and was besides of a froward and willful temper, was so nettled that he could hold no longer, saying, it was not well done to expose the Macedonians so before the barbarians and their enemies, since though it was their unhappiness to be overcome, yet they were much better men than those who laughed at them. And when Alexander remarked, that Clitus was pleading his own cause, giving cowardice the name of misfortune, Clitus started up; “This cowardice, as you are pleased to term it,” said he to him, “saved the life of a son of the gods, when in flight from Spithridates’s sword; and it is by the expense of Macedonian blood, and by these wounds, that you are now raised to such a height, as to be able to disown your father Philip, and call yourself the Son of Ammon.” “Thou base fellow,” said Alexander, who was now thoroughly exasperated, “dost thou think to utter these things everywhere of me, and stir up the Macedonians to sedition, and not be punished for it?” “We are sufficiently punished already,” answered Clitus, “if this be the recompense of our toils, and we must esteem theirs a happy lot, who have not lived to see their countrymen scourged with Median rods, and forced to sue to the Persians to have access to their king.” While he talked thus at random, and those near Alexander got up from their seats and began to revile him in turn, the elder men did what they could to compose the disorder. Alexander, in the meantime turning about to Xenodochus, the Cardian, and Artemius, the Colophonian, asked them if they were not of opinion that the Greeks, in comparison with the Macedonians, behaved themselves like so many demi-gods among wild beasts. But Clitus for all this would not give over, desiring Alexander to speak out if he had anything more to say, or else why did he invite men who were freeborn and accustomed to speak their minds openly without restraint, to sup with him. He had better live and converse with barbarians and slaves who would not scruple to bow the knee to his Persian girdle and his white tunic. Which words so provoked Alexander, that not able to suppress his anger any longer, he threw one of the apples that lay upon the table at him, and hit him, and then looked about for his sword. But Aristophanes, one of his life-guard, had hid that out of the way, and others came about him and besought him, but in vain. For breaking from them, he called out aloud to his guards in the Macedonian language, which was a certain sign of some great disturbance in him, and commanded a trumpeter to sound, giving him a blow with his clenched fist for not instantly obeying him; though afterwards the same man was commended for disobeying an order which would have put the whole army into tumult and confusion. Clitus still refusing to yield, was with much trouble forced by his friends out of the room. But he came in again immediately at another door, very irreverently and confidently singing the verses out of Euripides’s Andromache, —
Not long after this, the tragic end of Clitus happened, which might seem more cruel than that of Philotas to those who only hear the facts. However, if we look at the situation in context and consider the reasons behind it, we’ll see it was more of an unfortunate event caused by the king’s anger and excessive drinking, which gave Clitus a chance to act recklessly. The king received a gift of fresh, beautiful Greek fruit from the coast, which surprised him. He called Clitus over to see it and share in it. Clitus was in the middle of making a sacrifice, but he quickly stopped and came over, bringing three sheep that had already been prepared for the drink offering. When Alexander learned of this, he asked his diviners, Aristander and Cleomantis the Lacedaemonian, what it meant, and they warned him it was a bad omen. He promptly ordered them to make sacrifices for Clitus's safety because just three days earlier, he had a bizarre dream where he saw Clitus mourning, sitting beside Parmenio’s deceased sons. Clitus didn’t finish his rituals and went straight to dinner with the king, who had sacrificed to Castor and Pollux. After a while of heavy drinking, some people at the table started singing verses by Pranichus (or Pierion, as others say) that mocked some captains who had recently been defeated by the barbarians. This upset the older men present, who criticized both the author and the singer; meanwhile, Alexander and the younger crowd enjoyed it and encouraged them to continue. Eventually, Clitus, who had drunk too much and was naturally stubborn, couldn’t take it anymore. He said it wasn’t right to humiliate the Macedonians in front of their enemies since, although they had been defeated, they were still much better than those who laughed at them. When Alexander remarked that Clitus was defending his own cowardice by calling it misfortune, Clitus stood up and said, "This cowardice, as you call it, saved the life of a son of the gods when fleeing from Spithridates’s sword. It is through the sacrifice of Macedonian blood and these wounds that you’ve managed to distance yourself from your father, Philip, and claim to be the Son of Ammon." "You lowlife," said Alexander, now completely enraged, "do you really think you can say these things about me openly and incite the Macedonians to revolt without facing consequences?" "We're already punished enough," Clitus shot back, "if this is what we get for our efforts. We should consider it a blessing that we haven’t lived to see our fellow countrymen whipped with Median rods and begging the Persians for access to their king." As he spoke recklessly, those around Alexander got up from their seats to insult him back, while the older men tried their best to calm the situation. Meanwhile, Alexander turned to Xenodochus from Cardia and Artemius from Colophon, asking if they thought the Greeks behaved like demi-gods compared to the Macedonians, who were like wild beasts. But Clitus continued, challenging Alexander to say if he had anything else to add, or why he invited free men who were used to speaking their minds to dinner. He'd rather associate with barbarians and slaves who would bow to his Persian belt and white robe. These words enraged Alexander so much that he couldn’t contain his anger any longer; he threw an apple from the table at Clitus, hitting him, and then searched for his sword. However, Aristophanes, one of his bodyguards, had hidden it, and others tried to surround him and dissuade him, but it was no use. Breaking away from them, he shouted at his guards in Macedonian, a sign of his intense agitation, and ordered a trumpeter to sound off, hitting him for not obeying him immediately, although later the same man was praised for disobeying an order that would have caused chaos among the troops. Clitus refused to back down and was eventually forced out of the room by his friends. However, he soon re-entered through another door, singing lines from Euripides’s Andromache with irreverent confidence.
In Greece, alas! how ill things ordered are!
In Greece, unfortunately, how poorly things are organized!
Upon this, at last, Alexander, snatching a spear from one of the soldiers, met Clitus as he was coming forward and was putting by the curtain that hung before the door, and ran him through the body. He fell at once with a cry and a groan. Upon which the king’s anger immediately vanishing, he came perfectly to himself, and when he saw his friends about him all in a profound silence, he pulled the spear out of the dead body, and would have thrust it into his own throat, if the guards had not held his hands, and by main force carried him away into his chamber, where all that night and the next day he wept bitterly, till being quite spent with lamenting and exclaiming, he lay as it were speechless, only fetching deep sighs. His friends apprehending some harm from his silence, broke into the room, but he took no notice of what any of them said, till Aristander putting him in mind of the vision he had seen concerning Clitus, and the prodigy that followed, as if all had come to pass by an unavoidable fatality, he then seemed to moderate his grief. They now brought Callisthenes, the philosopher, who was the near friend of Aristotle, and Anaxarchus of Abdera, to him. Callisthenes used moral language, and gentle and soothing means, hoping to find access for words of reason, and get a hold upon the passion. But Anaxarchus, who had always taken a course of his own in philosophy, and had a name for despising and slighting his contemporaries, as soon as he came in, cried out aloud, “Is this the Alexander whom the whole world looks to, lying here weeping like a slave, for fear of the censure and reproach of men, to whom he himself ought to be a law and measure of equity, if he would use the right his conquests have given him as supreme lord and governor of all, and not be the victim of a vain and idle opinion? Do not you know,” said he, “that Jupiter is represented to have Justice and Law on each hand of him, to signify that all the actions of a conqueror are lawful and just?” With these and the like speeches, Anaxarchus indeed allayed the king’s grief, but withal corrupted his character, rendering him more audacious and lawless than he had been. Nor did he fail by these means to insinuate himself into his favor, and to make Callisthenes’s company, which at all times, because of his austerity, was not very acceptable, more uneasy and disagreeable to him.
Finally, Alexander grabbed a spear from one of the soldiers as Clitus approached, lifting the curtain before the door, and stabbed him. Clitus fell instantly with a cry and a groan. Once the king's anger faded, he regained his composure and, seeing his friends around him in deep silence, pulled the spear from Clitus's lifeless body and almost thrust it into his own throat if the guards hadn't restrained him and forcibly taken him to his chamber. He wept bitterly throughout the night and the next day until he was exhausted from crying and shouting, lying there silent, only letting out deep sighs. His friends, worried about his silence, burst into the room, but he ignored them until Aristander reminded him of the vision he had regarding Clitus and the subsequent bad omen, which seemed to indicate everything had happened due to unavoidable fate. This acknowledgment seemed to lessen his grief. They then brought in Callisthenes, the philosopher and close friend of Aristotle, along with Anaxarchus of Abdera. Callisthenes spoke gently, hoping to calm him with reason and address his anguish. In contrast, Anaxarchus, known for his unique philosophical approach and disdain for his contemporaries, entered and exclaimed, “Is this the Alexander who the whole world looks up to, lying here crying like a slave, worried about what people think, when he should be the standard of justice and equity as the supreme ruler of all, instead of being a victim of pointless opinions? Don’t you realize,” he added, “that Jupiter is depicted with Justice and Law on either side of him to show that a conqueror's actions are lawful and just?” With such remarks, Anaxarchus did ease the king's sorrow but also corrupted his character, making him bolder and more reckless than before. He also successfully ingratiated himself with Alexander, making Callisthenes’s company, which had always been somewhat unwelcome due to his stern nature, even more uncomfortable for the king.
It happened that these two philosophers meeting at an entertainment, where conversation turned on the subject of climate and the temperature of the air, Callisthenes joined with their opinion, who held that those countries were colder, and the winter sharper there than in Greece. Anaxarchus would by no means allow this, but argued against it with some heat. “Surely,” said Callisthenes, “you cannot but admit this country to be colder than Greece, for there you used to have but one threadbare cloak to keep out the coldest winter, and here you have three good warm mantles one over another.” This piece of raillery irritated Anaxarchus and the other pretenders to learning, and the crowd of flatterers in general could not endure to see Callisthenes so much admired and followed by the youth, and no less esteemed by the older men for his orderly life, and his gravity, and for being contented with his condition; all confirming what he had professed about the object he had in his journey to Alexander, that it was only to get his countrymen recalled from banishment, and to rebuild and repeople his native town. Besides the envy which his great reputation raised, he also, by his own deportment, gave those who wished him ill, opportunity to do him mischief. For when he was invited to public entertainments, he would most times refuse to come, or if he were present at any, he put a constraint upon the company by his austerity and silence, which seemed to intimate his disapproval of what he saw. So that Alexander himself said in application to him,
It happened that these two philosophers met at an event where the conversation turned to climate and air temperature. Callisthenes agreed with their view that those countries were colder and the winters harsher than in Greece. Anaxarchus strongly disagreed, arguing against it passionately. “Surely,” said Callisthenes, “you have to admit this country is colder than Greece; there you used to have just one worn-out cloak to keep warm during the harshest winters, and here you wear three good warm mantles stacked on top of each other.” This playful mockery irritated Anaxarchus and the other self-proclaimed intellectuals, and the group of sycophants generally couldn't stand how much Callisthenes was admired by the youth and respected by older men for his disciplined life, seriousness, and contentment with his situation. All of this confirmed what he had claimed about his purpose in visiting Alexander: to bring his countrymen back from exile and to rebuild and repopulate his hometown. Besides the jealousy raised by his great reputation, his own behavior gave those wishing him harm opportunities to act against him. Whenever he was invited to public events, he would often decline to attend, or if he did show up, he would create discomfort through his sternness and silence, signaling his disapproval of what he observed. So much so that Alexander himself remarked about him,
That vain pretense to wisdom I detest,
Where a man’s blind to his own interest.
I really dislike that silly act of pretending to be wise,
When someone can't see what's best for themselves.
Being with many more invited to sup with the king, he was called upon when the cup came to him, to make an oration extempore in praise of the Macedonians; and he did it with such a flow of eloquence, that all who heard it rose from their seats to clap and applaud him, and threw their garland upon him; only Alexander told him out of Euripides,
Being among many others invited to dinner with the king, he was asked to give an impromptu speech to praise the Macedonians when the cup was passed to him. He spoke so eloquently that everyone who heard him stood up to cheer and applauded, throwing their garlands on him; only Alexander quoted Euripides to him,
I wonder not that you have spoke so well,
’Tis easy on good subjects to excel.
I’m not surprised you spoke so well,
It’s easy to shine on great topics.
“Therefore,” said he, “if you will show the force of your eloquence, tell my Macedonians their faults, and dispraise them, that by hearing their errors they may learn to he better for the future.” Callisthenes presently obeyed him, retracting all he had said before, and, inveighing against the Macedonians with great freedom, added, that Philip thrived and grew powerful, chiefly by the discord of the Grecians, applying this verse to him:—
“Therefore,” he said, “if you want to demonstrate your ability to speak, tell my Macedonians their faults and criticize them, so that by hearing their mistakes they can learn to improve in the future.” Callisthenes immediately complied, taking back everything he had said before, and criticized the Macedonians freely, adding that Philip prospered and became powerful primarily because of the conflicts among the Greeks, referencing this verse to him:—
In civil strife e’en villains rise to fame;
In civil conflict, even bad people gain recognition;
which so offended the Macedonians, that he was odious to them ever after. And Alexander said, that instead of his eloquence, he had only made his ill-will appear in what he had spoken. Hermippus assures us, that one Stroebus, a servant whom Callisthenes kept to read to him, gave this account of these passages afterwards to Aristotle; and that when he perceived the king grow more and more averse to him, two or three times, as he was going away, he repeated the verses, —
which greatly angered the Macedonians, so much so that he became disliked by them forever. Alexander remarked that instead of showcasing his eloquence, he only revealed his bitterness in what he said. Hermippus tells us that a servant named Stroebus, whom Callisthenes had to read to him, later shared this account of these events with Aristotle. And when he noticed the king becoming increasingly hostile towards him, he repeated the lines two or three times as he was leaving.
Death seiz’d at last on great Patroclus too,
Though he in virtue far exceeded you.
Death finally took great Patroclus too,
Even though he was far more virtuous than you.
Not without reason, therefore, did Aristotle give this character of Callisthenes, that he was, indeed, a powerful speaker, but had no judgment. He acted certainly a true philosopher’s part in positively refusing, as he did, to pay adoration; and by speaking out openly against that which the best and gravest of the Macedonians only repined at in secret, he delivered the Grecians and Alexander himself from a great disgrace, when the practice was given up. But he ruined himself by it, because he went too roughly to work, as if he would have forced the king to that which he should have effected by reason and persuasion. Chares of Mitylene writes, that at a banquet, Alexander, after he had drunk, reached the cup to one of his friends, who, on receiving it, rose up towards the domestic altar, and when he had drunk, first adored, and then kissed Alexander, and afterwards laid himself down at the table with the rest. Which they all did one after another, till it came to Callisthenes’s turn, who took the cup and drank, while the king who was engaged in conversation with Hephaestion was not observing, and then came and offered to kiss him. But Demetrius, surnamed Phidon, interposed, saying, “Sir, by no means let him kiss you, for he only of us all has refused to adore you;” upon which the king declined it, and all the concern Callisthenes showed was, that he said aloud, “Then I go away with a kiss less than the rest.” The displeasure he incurred by this action procured credit for Hephaestion’s declaration that he had broken his word to him in not paying the king the same veneration that others did, as he had faithfully promised to do. And to finish his disgrace, a number of such men as Lysimachus and Hagnon now came in with their asseverations that the sophist went about everywhere boasting of his resistance to arbitrary power, and that the young men all ran after him, and honored him as the only man among so many thousands who had the courage to preserve his liberty. Therefore when Hermolaus’s conspiracy came to be discovered, the charges which his enemies brought against him were the more easily believed, particularly that when the young man asked him what he should do to be the most illustrious person on earth, he told him the readiest way was to kill him who was already so; and that to incite him to commit the deed, he bade him not be awed by the golden couch, but remember Alexander was a man equally infirm and vulnerable as another. However, none of Hermolaus’s accomplices, in the utmost extremity, made any mention of Callisthenes’s being engaged in the design. Nay, Alexander himself, in the letters which he wrote soon after to Craterus, Attalus, and Alcetas, tells them that the young men who were put to the torture, declared they had entered into the conspiracy of themselves, without any others being privy to, or guilty of it. But yet afterwards, in a letter to Antipater, he accuses Callisthenes. “The young men,” he says, “were stoned to death by the Macedonians, but for the sophist,” (meaning Callisthenes,) “I will take care to punish him with them too who sent him to me, and who harbor those in their cities who conspire against my life,” an unequivocal declaration against Aristotle, in whose house Callisthenes, for his relationship’s sake, being his niece Hero’s son, had been educated. His death is variously related. Some say he was hanged by Alexander’s orders; others, that he died of sickness in prison; but Chares writes he was kept in chains seven months after he was apprehended, on purpose that he might be proceeded against in full council, when Aristotle should be present; and that growing very fat, and contracting a disease of vermin, he there died, about the time that Alexander was wounded in India, in the country of the Malli Oxydracae, all which came to pass afterwards.
Not without reason did Aristotle describe Callisthenes as a powerful speaker but lacking in judgment. He certainly acted like a true philosopher by refusing to pay homage; by openly speaking out against what even the best and most serious Macedonians only muttered about in private, he saved the Greeks and Alexander from great shame when the practice was abandoned. However, he ultimately harmed himself because he approached it too aggressively, as if he could force the king to accept what he needed to persuade him of through reason. Chares of Mitylene writes that at a banquet, after drinking, Alexander handed the cup to one of his friends, who, once he drank, went to the domestic altar, adored, then kissed Alexander, and afterward sat back down with the rest. They all did this one after another until it came to Callisthenes’s turn. He took the cup and drank while the king was busy chatting with Hephaestion, then approached to kiss him. But Demetrius, known as Phidon, intervened, saying, “Sir, don’t let him kiss you, for he is the only one of us all who has refused to adore you.” The king then declined, and Callisthenes only expressed his displeasure by saying aloud, “Then I leave with one less kiss than the others.” This incident earned him the ire of Hephaestion, who claimed that Callisthenes had broken his promise to show the king the same respect as everyone else. To complete his disgrace, men like Lysimachus and Hagnon came forward with claims that the sophist was going around boasting about his resistance to absolute power, and that young men were seeking him out, honoring him as the only one among so many who had the courage to maintain his freedom. So when Hermolaus’s conspiracy was exposed, the accusations against him were more readily accepted, especially the one that when the young man asked how to become the most illustrious person on earth, Callisthenes suggested the quickest way was to kill the one who already was. He apparently urged him to commit the act by saying not to be intimidated by the golden couch and to remember that Alexander was just as vulnerable as anyone else. However, none of Hermolaus’s accomplices mentioned Callisthenes’s involvement when facing dire consequences. In fact, Alexander himself said in letters written soon after to Craterus, Attalus, and Alcetas that the young men tortured claimed they alone had entered into the conspiracy without anyone else being involved or guilty. Nonetheless, later, in a letter to Antipater, he accused Callisthenes, stating, “The young men were stoned to death by the Macedonians, but as for the sophist” (meaning Callisthenes), “I will ensure he is punished along with those who sent him to me and who shelter conspirators in their cities,” an unmistakable condemnation of Aristotle, under whose roof Callisthenes had been raised, being the son of his niece Hero. His death is reported in various ways. Some say he was hanged on Alexander’s orders; others claim he died of illness in prison. But Chares writes that he was kept in chains for seven months after being captured so that he could be tried before a full council, with Aristotle present. Eventually, he became very heavy and contracted a disease, dying there around the time Alexander was wounded in India, in the land of the Malli Oxydracae, all of which took place later.
For to go on in order, Demaratus of Corinth, now quite an old man, had made a great effort, about this time, to pay Alexander a visit; and when he had seen him, said he pitied the misfortune of those Grecians, who were so unhappy as to die before they had beheld Alexander seated on the throne of Darius. But he did not long enjoy the benefit of the king’s kindness for him, any otherwise than that soon after falling sick and dying, he had a magnificent funeral, and the army raised him a monument of earth, fourscore cubits high, and of a vast circumference. His ashes were conveyed in a very rich chariot, drawn by four horses, to the seaside.
To continue in order, Demaratus of Corinth, now quite elderly, made a significant effort around this time to visit Alexander. After meeting him, he expressed pity for the misfortune of those Greeks who, sadly, died before they could see Alexander take the throne of Darius. However, he didn’t enjoy the king’s favor for long. Shortly after, he fell ill and passed away, receiving a magnificent funeral. The army built him an impressive earthen monument that was eighty cubits tall and had a vast circumference. His ashes were transported in an exquisite chariot drawn by four horses to the seaside.
Alexander now intent upon his expedition into India, took notice that his soldiers were so charged with booty that it hindered their marching. Therefore, at break of day, as soon as the baggage wagons were laden, first he set fire to his own, and to those of his friends, and then commanded those to be burnt which belonged to the rest of the army. An act which in the deliberation of it had seemed more dangerous and difficult than it proved in the execution, with which few were dissatisfied; for most of the soldiers, as if they had been inspired, uttering loud outcries and warlike shoutings, supplied one another with what was absolutely necessary, and burnt and destroyed all that was superfluous, the sight of which redoubled Alexander’s zeal and eagerness for his design. And, indeed, he was now grown very severe and inexorable in punishing those who committed any fault. For he put Menander, one of his friends, to death, for deserting a fortress where he had placed him in garrison, and shot Orsodates, one of the barbarians who revolted from him, with his own hand.
Alexander, now focused on his expedition into India, noticed that his soldiers were overloaded with loot, which slowed down their march. So, at dawn, as soon as the baggage wagons were packed, he first set fire to his own wagons and those of his friends, then ordered the rest of the army’s wagons to be burned as well. This decision, which had seemed more dangerous and complicated in planning than it turned out to be in action, wasn’t met with much discontent; most soldiers, as if inspired, shouted war cries and helped each other gather what was essential while burning and destroying everything unnecessary. This sight only fueled Alexander’s determination and enthusiasm for his mission. Indeed, he had become quite strict and unforgiving in punishing anyone who made a mistake. He had Menander, one of his friends, executed for abandoning a fortress where he had assigned him as a guard, and he personally shot Orsodates, one of the rebels.
At this time a sheep happened to yean a lamb, with the perfect shape and color of a tiara upon the head, and testicles on each side; which portent Alexander regarded with such dislike, that he immediately caused his Babylonian priests, whom he usually carried about with him for such purposes, to purify him, and told his friends he was not so much concerned for his own sake as for theirs, out of an apprehension that after his death the divine power might suffer his empire to fall into the hands of some degenerate, impotent person. But this fear was soon removed by a wonderful thing that happened not long after, and was thought to presage better. For Proxenus, a Macedonian, who was the chief of those who looked to the king’s furniture, as he was breaking up the ground near the river Oxus, to set up the royal pavilion, discovered a spring of a fat, oily liquor, which after the top was taken off, ran pure, clear oil, without any difference either of taste or smell, having exactly the same smoothness and brightness, and that, too, in a country where no olives grew. The water, indeed, of the river Oxus, is said to be the smoothest to the feeling of all waters, and to leave a gloss on the skins of those who bathe themselves in it. Whatever might be the cause, certain it is that Alexander was wonderfully pleased with it, as appears by his letters to Antipater, where he speaks of it as one of the most remarkable presages that God had ever favored him with. The diviners told him it signified his expedition would be glorious in the event, but very painful, and attended with many difficulties; for oil, they said, was bestowed on mankind by God as a refreshment of their labors.
At this time, a sheep gave birth to a lamb that had a perfect shape and a color resembling a tiara on its head, with testicles on each side. Alexander was so disturbed by this omen that he immediately ordered his Babylonian priests, whom he typically carried with him for such occasions, to purify him. He told his friends that he was more worried about them than himself because he feared that after his death, divine power might allow his empire to fall into the hands of some weak, unworthy person. However, this fear was quickly eased by a remarkable event that took place soon after, which was thought to indicate better things to come. Proxenus, a Macedonian in charge of the king's supplies, while breaking ground near the river Oxus to set up the royal tent, discovered a spring of thick, oily liquid. Once the top was removed, it flowed pure, clear oil, without any change in taste or smell, boasting the same smoothness and brightness, even in a region where no olives grew. The water of the Oxus River is known to be the smoothest of all waters, leaving a sheen on the skin of those who bathe in it. Regardless of the origin, it’s clear that Alexander was very pleased with it, as shown in his letters to Antipater, where he described it as one of the most significant omens that God had ever given him. The diviners told him that this sign meant his campaign would be glorious in outcome, but very challenging and filled with difficulties, since oil was deemed a gift from God to help ease people's struggles.
Nor did they judge amiss, for he exposed himself to many hazards in the battles which he fought, and received very severe wounds, but the greatest loss in his army was occasioned through the unwholesomeness of the air, and the want of necessary provisions. But he still applied himself to overcome fortune and whatever opposed him, by resolution and virtue, and thought nothing impossible to true intrepidity, and on the other hand nothing secure or strong for cowardice. It is told of him that when he besieged Sisimithres, who held an inaccessible, impregnable rock against him, and his soldiers began to despair of taking it, he asked Oxyartes whether Sisimithres was a man of courage, who assuring him he was the greatest coward alive, “Then you tell me,” said he, “that the place may easily be taken, since what is in command of it is weak.” And in a little time he so terrified Sisimithres, that he took it without any difficulty. At an attack which he made upon such another precipitous place with some of his Macedonian soldiers, he called to one whose name was Alexander, and told him, he at any rate must fight bravely, if it were but for his name’s sake. The youth fought gallantly and was killed in the action, at which he was sensibly afflicted. Another time, seeing his men march slowly and unwillingly to the siege of the place called Nysa, because of a deep river between them and the town, he advanced before them, and standing upon the bank, “What a miserable man,” said he, “am I, that I have not learned to swim!” and then was hardly dissuaded from endeavoring to pass it upon his shield. Here, after the assault was over, the ambassadors who from several towns which he had blocked up, came to submit to him and make their peace, were surprised to find him still in his armor, without anyone in waiting or attendance upon him, and when at last some one brought him a cushion, he made the eldest of them, named Acuphis, take it and sit down upon it. The old man, marveling at his magnanimity and courtesy, asked him what his countrymen should do to merit his friendship. “I would have them,” said Alexander, “choose you to govern them, and send one hundred of the most worthy men among them to remain with me as hostages.” Acuphis laughed and answered, “I shall govern them with more ease, Sir, if I send you so many of the worst, rather than the best of my subjects.”
They were right to judge him, as he faced many dangers in the battles he fought and sustained severe injuries. However, the biggest loss for his army came from the unhealthy air and lack of essential supplies. Still, he kept pushing to overcome fate and whatever challenged him with determination and strength, believing that nothing was impossible for true bravery, and nothing was secure or strong for cowardice. It’s said that when he laid siege to Sisimithres, who occupied an unreachable, impregnable rock, and his soldiers began to lose hope, he asked Oxyartes if Sisimithres was a courageous man. Oxyartes assured him that Sisimithres was the biggest coward alive, prompting Alexander to respond, “Then you tell me that the place can easily be taken, since what controls it is weak.” Before long, he scared Sisimithres into surrendering without any trouble. During another attack on a similarly steep stronghold with some of his Macedonian soldiers, he called out to a soldier named Alexander and told him he needed to fight bravely, if only for the sake of his name. The young man fought valiantly and was killed in action, which deeply saddened Alexander. On another occasion, when he saw his men advancing slowly and hesitantly toward the siege of a town called Nysa because of a wide river in their way, he stepped ahead of them, stood on the riverbank, and lamented, “What a miserable man I am, that I have not learned to swim!” He had to be strongly dissuaded from attempting to cross on his shield. After the assault ended, the ambassadors from various towns he had besieged came to submit to him and negotiate peace, and they were surprised to find him still in his armor, with no one attending him. When someone finally brought him a cushion, he made the eldest among them, named Acuphis, sit on it. The old man, amazed by Alexander’s generosity and courtesy, asked him what his people should do to earn his friendship. “I would have them,” replied Alexander, “choose you to govern them, and send one hundred of the most worthy men to stay with me as hostages.” Acuphis laughed and replied, “I could lead them more easily, sir, if I sent you the worst instead of the best of my subjects.”
The extent of king Taxiles’s dominions in India was thought to be as large as Egypt, abounding in good pastures, and producing beautiful fruits. The king himself had the reputation of a wise man, and at his first interview with Alexander, he spoke to him in these terms: “To what purpose,” said he, “should we make war upon one another, if the design of your coming into these parts be not to rob us of our water or our necessary food, which are the only things that wise men are indispensably obliged to fight for? As for other riches and possessions, as they are accounted in the eye of the world, if I am better provided of them than you, I am ready to let you share with me; but if fortune has been more liberal to you than me, I have no objection to be obliged to you.” This discourse pleased Alexander so much, that embracing him, “Do you think,” said he to him, “your kind words and courteous behavior will bring you off in this interview without a contest? No, you shall not escape so. I shall contend and do battle with you so far, that how obliging soever you are, you shall not have the better of me.” Then receiving some presents from him, he returned him others of greater value, and to complete his bounty, gave him in money ready coined one thousand talents; at which his old friends were much displeased, but it gained him the hearts of many of the barbarians. But the best soldiers of the Indians now entering into the pay of several of the cities, undertook to defend them, and did it so bravely, that they put Alexander to a great deal of trouble, till at last, after a capitulation, upon the surrender of the place, he fell upon them as they were marching away, and put them all to the sword. This one breach of his word remains as a blemish upon his achievements in war, which he otherwise had performed throughout with that justice and honor that became a king. Nor was he less incommoded by the Indian philosophers, who inveighed against those princes who joined his party, and solicited the free nations to oppose him. He took several of these also, and caused them to be hanged.
King Taxiles’s territory in India was believed to be as expansive as Egypt, filled with lush pastures and bearing beautiful fruits. The king was known for his wisdom, and during his first meeting with Alexander, he said, “What’s the point of waging war against each other if your purpose in coming here isn’t to take our water or our essential food, which are the only things worth fighting for? As for other wealth and possessions, if I have more than you, I’m happy to share; but if luck has favored you more than me, I won’t mind being in your debt.” Alexander was so impressed by this speech that he hugged him and replied, “Do you think your kind words and friendly attitude will get you through this meeting without a fight? No, that’s not going to happen. I will battle you such that no matter how charming you are, you won’t come out ahead.” After receiving gifts from Taxiles, Alexander returned favors of greater worth, and to top it off, he gave him a thousand talents in ready cash; this upset his old friends but won him the admiration of many local tribes. However, the best Indian soldiers, now hired by various cities, bravely defended them, giving Alexander a tough time until finally, after a negotiation, he attacked them as they were leaving and killed them all. This breach of his promise stands as a stain on his otherwise honorable achievements in war. He was also troubled by Indian philosophers who criticized the princes who allied with him and urged free nations to resist him. He captured several of these philosophers and had them executed.
Alexander, in his own letters, has given us an account of his war with Porus. He says the two armies were separated by the river Hydaspes, on whose opposite bank Porus continually kept his elephants in order of battle, with their heads towards their enemies, to guard the passage; that he, on the other hand, made every day a great noise and clamor in his camp, to dissipate the apprehensions of the barbarians; that one stormy dark night he passed the river, at a distance from the place where the enemy lay, into a little island, with part of his foot, and the best of his horse. Here there fell a most violent storm of rain, accompanied with lightning and whirlwinds, and seeing some of his men burnt and dying with the lightning, he nevertheless quitted the island and made over to the other side. The Hydaspes, he says, now after the storm, was so swollen and grown so rapid, as to have made a breach in the bank, and a part of the river was now pouring in here, so that when he came across, it was with difficulty he got a footing on the land, which was slippery and unsteady, and exposed to the force of the currents on both sides. This is the occasion when he is related to have said, “O ye Athenians, will ye believe what dangers I incur to merit your praise?” This, however, is Onesicritus’s story. Alexander says, here the men left their boats, and passed the breach in their armor, up to the breast in water, and that then he advanced with his horse about twenty furlongs before his foot, concluding that if the enemy charged him with their cavalry, he should be too strong for them; if with their foot, his own would come up time enough to his assistance. Nor did he judge amiss; for being charged by a thousand horse, and sixty armed chariots, which advanced before their main body, he took all the chariots, and killed four hundred horse upon the place. Porus, by this time guessing that Alexander himself had crossed over, came on with his whole army, except a party which he left behind, to hold the rest of the Macedonians in play, if they should attempt to pass the river. But he, apprehending the multitude of the enemy, and to avoid the shock of their elephants, dividing his forces, attacked their left wing himself, and commanded Coenus to fall upon the right, which was performed with good success. For by this means both wings being broken, the enemies fell back in their retreat upon the center, and crowded in upon their elephants. There rallying, they fought a hand to hand battle, and it was the eighth hour of the day before they were entirely defeated. This description the conqueror himself has left us in his own epistles.
Alexander, in his own letters, has described his war with Porus. He mentions that the two armies were separated by the Hydaspes River, where Porus kept his elephants ready for battle, facing their enemies to guard the passage. On his side, Alexander created a lot of noise and commotion in his camp each day to calm the fears of the local tribes. One stormy, dark night, he crossed the river, away from where the enemy was positioned, into a small island, taking some of his infantry and his best cavalry with him. There, a violent storm broke out with heavy rain, lightning, and strong winds, and although he saw some of his men getting struck by lightning and dying, he still left the island and made his way to the other side. He said that after the storm, the Hydaspes swelled and flowed so rapidly that it created a breach in the bank, causing part of the river to flood in, making it difficult for him to find solid ground when he crossed, as it was slippery and unstable, affected by the currents on both sides. This is the moment when he reportedly said, “O ye Athenians, will you believe what dangers I go through to earn your praise?” However, that story comes from Onesicritus. Alexander mentions that the men left their boats and crossed the breach in their armor, wading through water up to their chests, and he then advanced with his cavalry about twenty furlongs ahead of his infantry, reasoning that if the enemy charged with their cavalry, he would overpower them; if they charged with infantry, his own would arrive in time to aid him. His judgment proved right, as he was charged by a thousand cavalry and sixty battle chariots that surged ahead of their main force. He captured all the chariots and killed four hundred horsemen on the spot. At this point, Porus suspected that Alexander himself had crossed over and led his entire army, except for a group he left behind to keep the rest of the Macedonians occupied if they tried to cross the river. However, facing the large number of enemies and wanting to avoid the impact of their elephants, he split his forces, personally attacking their left flank while commanding Coenus to strike the right, which they executed successfully. This tactic broke both wings, causing the enemies to fall back towards the center, where they crowded around their elephants. There, they engaged in a close-quarters battle, and it was the eighth hour of the day before they were completely defeated. This account was recorded by the conqueror himself in his letters.
Almost all the historians agree in relating that Porus was four cubits and a span high, and that when he was upon his elephant, which was of the largest size, his stature and bulk were so answerable, that he appeared to be proportionably mounted, as a horseman on his horse. This elephant, during the whole battle, gave many singular proofs of sagacity and of particular care of the king, whom as long as he was strong and in a condition to fight, he defended with great courage, repelling those who set upon him; and as soon as he perceived him overpowered with his numerous wounds and the multitude of darts that were thrown at him, to prevent his falling off, he softly knelt down and began to draw out the darts with his proboscis. When Porus was taken prisoner; and Alexander asked him how he expected to be used, he answered, “As a king.” For that expression, he said, when the same question was put to him a second time, comprehended everything. And Alexander, accordingly, not only suffered him to govern his own kingdom as satrap under himself, but gave him also the additional territory of various independent tribes whom he subdued, a district which, it is said, contained fifteen several nations and five thousand considerable towns, besides abundance of villages. To another government, three times as large as this, he appointed Philip, one of his friends.
Almost all historians agree that Porus was about seven feet tall, and when he was on his giant elephant, he looked like a knight on his horse. Throughout the entire battle, this elephant showed remarkable intelligence and took special care of the king, fighting bravely to protect him from attackers. When the elephant saw that Porus was overwhelmed by his many wounds and the barrage of arrows, it knelt down gently to prevent him from falling and started to pull out the arrows with its trunk. When Porus was captured, and Alexander asked him how he wanted to be treated, he replied, “Like a king.” This response, he said, summed up everything when asked the same question again. In response, Alexander not only allowed him to rule his own kingdom as a satrap under him, but also granted him additional territory from various tribes he conquered, which was said to include fifteen different nations and around five thousand significant towns, along with many villages. For another region three times larger than this, he appointed his friend Philip to govern.
Some little time after the battle with Porus, Bucephalas died, as most of the authorities state, under cure of his wounds, or as Onesicritus says, of fatigue and age, being thirty years old. Alexander was no less concerned at his death, than if he had lost an old companion or an intimate friend, and built a city, which he named Bucephalia, in memory of him, on the bank of the river Hydaspes. He also, we are told, built another city, and called it after the name of a favorite dog, Peritas, which he had brought up himself. So Sotion assures us he was informed by Potamon of Lesbos.
Some time after the battle with Porus, Bucephalus died, as most sources say, from his wounds, or as Onesicritus claims, from exhaustion and old age at the age of thirty. Alexander was just as upset by his death as if he had lost a longtime companion or close friend, and he founded a city named Bucephalia in his memory, located by the river Hydaspes. We're also told he built another city, naming it after his favorite dog, Peritas, whom he had raised himself. Sotion assures us he learned this from Potamon of Lesbos.
But this last combat with Porus took off the edge of the Macedonians’ courage, and stayed their further progress into India. For having found it hard enough to defeat an enemy who brought but twenty thousand foot and two thousand horse into the field, they thought they had reason to oppose Alexander’s design of leading them on to pass the Ganges too, which they were told was thirty-two furlongs broad and a hundred fathoms deep, and the banks on the further side covered with multitudes of enemies. For they were told that the kings of the Gandaritans and Praesians expected them there with eighty thousand horse, two hundred thousand foot, eight thousand armed chariots, and six thousand fighting elephants. Nor was this a mere vain report, spread to discourage them. For Androcottus, who not long after reigned in those parts, made a present of five hundred elephants at once to Seleucus, and with an army of six hundred thousand men subdued all India. Alexander at first was so grieved and enraged at his men’s reluctancy, that he shut himself up in his tent, and threw himself upon the ground, declaring, if they would not pass the Ganges, he owed them no thanks for anything they had hitherto done, and that to retreat now, was plainly to confess himself vanquished. But at last the reasonable persuasions of his friends and the cries and lamentations of his soldiers, who in a suppliant manner crowded about the entrance of his tent, prevailed with him to think of returning. Yet he could not refrain from leaving behind him various deceptive memorials of his expedition, to impose upon after-times, and to exaggerate his glory with posterity, such as arms larger than were really worn, and mangers for horses, with bits of bridles above the usual size, which he set up, and distributed in several places. He erected altars, also, to the gods, which the kings of the Praesians even in our time do honor to when they pass the river, and offer sacrifice upon them after the Grecian manner. Androcottus, then a boy, saw Alexander there, and is said often afterwards to have been heard to say, that he missed but little of making himself master of those countries; their king, who then reigned, was so hated and despised for the viciousness of his life, and the meanness of his extraction.
But this last battle with Porus weakened the Macedonians' courage and halted their further advance into India. Having found it challenging to defeat an enemy who had only twenty thousand infantry and two thousand cavalry, they felt justified in opposing Alexander's plan to lead them across the Ganges as well, which they heard was thirty-two furlongs wide and a hundred fathoms deep, with the far bank filled with countless enemies. They were informed that the kings of the Gandaritans and Praesians awaited them there with eighty thousand cavalry, two hundred thousand infantry, eight thousand chariots, and six thousand war elephants. This wasn’t merely an empty rumor meant to intimidate them. Androcottus, who later ruled in those regions, presented five hundred elephants to Seleucus, and with an army of six hundred thousand men, he conquered all of India. Initially, Alexander was so upset and furious about his men's reluctance that he locked himself in his tent, threw himself on the ground, and declared that if they wouldn’t cross the Ganges, he owed them no gratitude for what they had done so far, and retreating now would mean admitting defeat. Eventually, however, the reasoned arguments of his friends and the cries and pleas of his soldiers, who clustered at the entrance of his tent, persuaded him to consider returning. Still, he couldn't help but leave behind various misleading tokens of his campaign to impress future generations and enhance his reputation, such as oversized armor and larger than usual horse troughs with bits of bridles, which he set up and distributed in several locations. He also erected altars to the gods, which the kings of the Praesians still honor today when they cross the river, offering sacrifices in the Greek manner. Androcottus, who was a boy at the time, saw Alexander there and is said to have frequently remarked afterward that he was very close to becoming the master of those lands; the king who ruled then was so hated and scorned for his immoral life and humble origins.
Alexander was now eager to see the ocean. To which purpose he caused a great many row-boats and rafts to be built, in which he fell gently down the rivers at his leisure, yet so that his navigation was neither unprofitable nor inactive. For by several descents upon the banks, he made himself master of the fortified towns, and consequently of the country on both sides. But at a siege of a town of the Mallians, who have the repute of being the bravest people of India, he ran in great danger of his life. For having beaten off the defendants with showers of arrows, he was the first man that mounted the wall by a scaling ladder, which, as soon as he was up, broke and left him almost alone, exposed to the darts which the barbarians threw at him in great numbers from below. In this distress, turning himself as well as he could, he leaped down in the midst of his enemies, and had the good fortune to light upon his feet. The brightness and clattering of his armor when he came to the ground, made the barbarians think they saw rays of light, or some bright phantom playing before his body, which frightened them so at first, that they ran away and dispersed. Till seeing him seconded but by two of his guards, they fell upon him hand to hand, and some, while he bravely defended himself, tried to wound him through his armor with their swords and spears. And one who stood further off, drew a bow with such just strength, that the arrow finding its way through his cuirass, stuck in his ribs under the breast. This stroke was so violent, that it made him give back, and set one knee to the ground, upon which the man ran up with his drawn scimitar, thinking to dispatch him, and had done it, if Peucestes and Limnaeus had not interposed, who were both wounded, Limnaeus mortally, but Peucestes stood his ground, while Alexander killed the barbarian. But this did not free him from danger; for besides many other wounds, at last he received so weighty a stroke of a club upon his neck, that he was forced to lean his body against the wall, still, however, facing the enemy. At this extremity, the Macedonians made their way in and gathered round him. They took him up, just as he was fainting away, having lost all sense of what was done near him, and conveyed him to his tent, upon which it was presently reported all over the camp that he was dead. But when they had with great difficulty and pains sawed off the shaft of the arrow, which was of wood, and so with much trouble got off his cuirass, they came to cut out the head of it, which was three fingers broad and four long, and stuck fast in the bone. During the operation, he was taken with almost mortal swoonings, but when it was out he came to himself again. Yet though all danger was past, he continued very weak, and confined himself a great while to a regular diet and the method of his cure, till one day hearing the Macedonians clamoring outside in their eagerness to see him, he took his cloak and went out. And having sacrificed to the gods, without more delay he went on board again, and as he coasted along, subdued a great deal of the country on both sides, and several considerable cities.
Alexander was now eager to see the ocean. To that end, he had a lot of rowboats and rafts built, which he used to leisurely float down the rivers, ensuring his travels were both profitable and active. During several trips ashore, he conquered fortified towns, gaining control of the land on both sides. However, during a siege of a town belonging to the Mallians, known as the bravest people in India, he faced serious danger. After driving off the defenders with a barrage of arrows, he was the first to climb the wall using a scaling ladder, which broke as soon as he reached the top, leaving him almost all alone and exposed to a hail of darts from the barbarians below. In his desperation, he managed to turn around and jumped down into the midst of his enemies, fortunately landing on his feet. The brightness and noise of his armor as he hit the ground made the barbarians momentarily think they saw flashes of light or some bright apparition near him, causing them to panic and scatter. But when they realized he was only supported by two of his guards, they attacked him directly, and while he fought bravely, some tried to stab him through his armor with their swords and spears. One archer from a distance drew his bow with perfect strength, and the arrow pierced Alexander's cuirass, embedding itself in his ribs. The impact was so intense that it made him stagger and kneel on one leg, prompting the archer to charge at him with a drawn scimitar, intending to finish him off. He would have succeeded if Peucestes and Limnaeus hadn’t intervened; both were wounded, with Limnaeus mortally injured, but Peucestes held his position while Alexander killed the barbarian. Despite this, Alexander remained in danger; he sustained many other wounds and eventually took a heavy blow to the neck from a club, forcing him to lean against the wall while still facing the enemy. In that critical moment, the Macedonians broke through and surrounded him. They lifted him up just as he was about to faint from pain, having lost awareness of his surroundings, and carried him to his tent, which led to rumors spreading throughout the camp that he was dead. However, after much effort to saw off the wooden shaft of the arrow and remove his cuirass, they began to extract the arrowhead, which was three fingers wide and four long, lodged deeply in the bone. During the procedure, he experienced near-fainting spells, but once the arrowhead was removed, he regained his senses. Although the immediate danger had passed, he remained weak and stuck to a strict diet and treatment regimen for a while. Then, one day, hearing the Macedonians shouting outside in their eagerness to see him, he put on his cloak and went out. After sacrificing to the gods, he quickly boarded his ship again and, as he sailed along the coast, conquered much of the surrounding land, along with several significant cities.
In this voyage, he took ten of the Indian philosophers prisoners, who had been most active in persuading Sabbas to revolt, and had caused the Macedonians a great deal of trouble. These men, called Gymnosophists, were reputed to be extremely ready and succinct in their answers, which he made trial of, by putting difficult questions to them, letting them know that those whose answers were not pertinent, should be put to death, of which he made the eldest of them judge. The first being asked which he thought most numerous, the dead or the living, answered, “The living, because those who are dead are not at all.” Of the second, he desired to know whether the earth or the sea produced the largest beast; who told him, “The earth, for the sea is but a part of it.” His question to the third was, Which is the cunningest of beasts? “That,” said he, “which men have not yet found out.” He bade the fourth tell him what argument he used to Sabbas to persuade him to revolt. “No other,” said he, “than that he should either live or die nobly.” Of the fifth he asked, Which was eldest, night or day? The philosopher replied, “Day was eldest, by one day at least.” But perceiving Alexander not well satisfied with that account, he added, that he ought not to wonder if strange questions had as strange answers made to them. Then he went on and inquired of the next, what a man should do to be exceedingly beloved. “He must be very powerful,” said he, “without making himself too much feared.” The answer of the seventh to his question, how a man might become a god, was, “By doing that which was impossible for men to do.” The eighth told him, “Life is stronger than death, because it supports so many miseries.” And the last being asked, how long he thought it decent for a man to live, said, “Till death appeared more desirable than life.” Then Alexander turned to him whom he had made judge, and commanded him to give sentence. “All that I can determine,” said he, “is, that they have every one answered worse than another.” “Nay,” said the king, “then you shall die first, for giving such a sentence.” “Not so, O king,” replied the gymnosophist, “unless you said falsely that he should die first who made the worst answer.” In conclusion he gave them presents and dismissed them.
On this journey, he captured ten Indian philosophers who had been instrumental in encouraging Sabbas to rebel and had caused a lot of trouble for the Macedonians. These men, known as Gymnosophists, were said to be very quick and concise with their answers. He tested them by asking difficult questions, warning that those whose responses were not relevant would be put to death, with the eldest among them serving as judge. When the first was asked which he believed was more numerous, the dead or the living, he answered, “The living, because the dead are not here at all.” For the second, he wanted to know whether the earth or the sea produced the largest creature; the response was, “The earth, for the sea is only a part of it.” To the third, he inquired, “Which is the cleverest of all animals?” The philosopher replied, “That one which humans have not yet discovered.” He asked the fourth what argument he used to persuade Sabbas to rebel. The reply was, “No other than that he should either live or die nobly.” Of the fifth, he asked which was older, night or day. The philosopher responded, “Day is older, by at least one day.” But noticing that Alexander was not fully satisfied with this answer, he added that strange questions often deserved strange answers. He continued and asked the next philosopher what a person should do to be greatly loved. The response was, “He must be very powerful, without being overly feared.” The answer from the seventh philosopher to how a man might become a god was, “By accomplishing what is impossible for men.” The eighth said, “Life is stronger than death, because it endures so many hardships.” The last, when asked how long he thought it was fitting for a man to live, replied, “Until death seems more desirable than life.” Alexander then turned to the philosopher he had made judge and commanded him to pass judgment. “All I can say,” he replied, “is that each of them has answered worse than the previous one.” “Well then,” said the king, “you shall die first for giving such a judgment.” “Not so, O king,” the gymnosophist responded, “unless you were speaking falsely when you said that the one who gave the worst answer should die first.” In the end, he gave them gifts and let them go.
But to those who were in greatest reputation among them, and lived a private quiet life, he sent Onesicritus, one of Diogenes the Cynic’s disciples, desiring them to come to him. Calanus, it is said, very arrogantly and roughly commanded him to strip himself, and hear what he said, naked, otherwise he would not speak a word to him, though he came from Jupiter himself. But Dandamis received him with more civility, and hearing him discourse of Socrates, Pythagoras, and Diogenes, told him he thought them men of great parts, and to have erred in nothing so much as in having too great respect for the laws and customs of their country. Others say, Dandamis only asked him the reason why Alexander undertook so long a journey to come into those parts. Taxiles, however, persuaded Calanus to wait upon Alexander. His proper name was Sphines, but because he was wont to say Cale, which in the Indian tongue is a form of salutation, to those he met with anywhere, the Greeks called him Calanus. He is said to have shown Alexander an instructive emblem of government, which was this. He threw a dry shriveled hide upon the ground, and trod upon the edges of it. The skin when it was pressed in one place, still rose up in another, wheresoever he trod round about it, till he set his foot in the middle, which made all the parts lie even and quiet. The meaning of this similitude being that he ought to reside most in the middle of his empire, and not spend too much time on the borders of it.
But to those who had the highest reputation among them and lived a private, peaceful life, he sent Onesicritus, one of Diogenes the Cynic’s disciples, asking them to come to him. Calanus, it is said, arrogantly and roughly ordered him to strip and listen to him while naked, or else he wouldn't say a word to him, even if he came from Jupiter himself. Dandamis, however, welcomed him more politely and, after hearing him talk about Socrates, Pythagoras, and Diogenes, said he thought they were great individuals but had erred most in giving too much respect to the laws and customs of their country. Others say Dandamis only asked why Alexander undertook such a long journey to reach those parts. Taxiles, however, convinced Calanus to visit Alexander. His real name was Sphines, but because he often greeted people with "Cale," which means a form of salutation in the Indian language, the Greeks called him Calanus. He is said to have shown Alexander a meaningful lesson about governance. He threw a dry, shriveled hide on the ground and stepped on its edges. The skin, when pressed in one spot, would still rise up in another, wherever he stepped around it, until he placed his foot in the center, making all parts lie flat and still. The meaning of this analogy was that he should spend most of his time in the center of his empire and not linger too much on its outskirts.
His voyage down the rivers took up seven months’ time, and when he came to the sea, he sailed to an island which he himself called Scillustis, others Psiltucis, where going ashore, he sacrificed, and made what observations he could as to the nature of the sea and the sea-coast. Then having besought the gods that no other man might ever go beyond the bounds of this expedition, he ordered his fleet of which he made Nearchus admiral, and Onesicritus pilot, to sail round about, keeping the Indian shore on the right hand, and returned himself by land through the country of the Orites, where he was reduced to great straits for want of provisions, and lost a vast number of men, so that of an army of one hundred and twenty thousand foot and fifteen thousand horse, he scarcely brought back above a fourth part out of India, they were so diminished by diseases, ill diet, and the scorching heats, but most by famine. For their march was through an uncultivated country whose inhabitants fared hardly, possessing only a few sheep, and those of a wretched kind, whose flesh was rank and unsavory, by their continual feeding upon sea-fish.
His journey down the rivers took seven months, and when he reached the sea, he sailed to an island he named Scillustis, while others called it Psiltucis. After going ashore, he made sacrifices and noted what he could about the sea and the coastline. Then, after asking the gods that no one else would ever go beyond this expedition's limits, he appointed Nearchus as admiral and Onesicritus as pilot of his fleet, instructing them to sail around, keeping the Indian shore on the right. He returned by land through the territory of the Orites, where he faced severe shortages of food and lost a significant number of men. From an army of one hundred and twenty thousand infantry and fifteen thousand cavalry, he barely managed to bring back about a fourth of them from India, as they suffered greatly from diseases, poor diets, and extreme heat, but mostly from hunger. Their route took them through an uncultivated area where the locals lived on very little, having only a few sheep of a poor quality, whose meat was tough and unappetizing due to their constant diet of sea fish.
After sixty days march he came into Gedrosia, where he found great plenty of all things, which the neighboring kings and governors of provinces, hearing of his approach, had taken care to provide. When he had here refreshed his army, he continued his march through Carmania, feasting all the way for seven days together. He with his most intimate friends banqueted and reveled night and day upon a platform erected on a lofty, conspicuous scaffold, which was slowly drawn by eight horses. This was followed by a great many chariots, some covered with purple and embroidered canopies, and some with green boughs, which were continually supplied afresh, and in them the rest of his friends and commanders drinking, and crowned with garlands of flowers. Here was now no target or helmet or spear to be seen; instead of armor, the soldiers handled nothing but cups and goblets and Thericlean drinking vessels, which, along the whole way, they dipped into large bowls and jars, and drank healths to one another, some seating themselves to it, others as they went along. All places resounded with music of pipes and flutes, with harping and singing, and women dancing as in the rites of Bacchus. For this disorderly, wandering march, besides the drinking part of it, was accompanied with all the sportiveness and insolence of bacchanals, as much as if the god himself had been there to countenance and lead the procession. As soon as he came to the royal palace of Gedrosia, he again refreshed and feasted his army; and one day after he had drunk pretty hard, it is said, he went to see a prize of dancing contended for, in which his favorite Bagoas, having gained the victory, crossed the theater in his dancing habit, and sat down close by him, which so pleased the Macedonians, that they made loud acclamations for him to kiss Bagoas, and never stopped clapping their hands and shouting till Alexander put his arms round him and kissed him.
After marching for sixty days, he arrived in Gedrosia, where he found an abundance of everything. The nearby kings and governors had prepared for his arrival. After resting his army here, he continued his march through Carmania, celebrating for seven straight days. He and his closest friends feasted and celebrated day and night on a platform set up on a tall, prominent scaffold, which was slowly pulled by eight horses. This was followed by many chariots, some covered with purple and embroidered canopies, and others adorned with fresh green branches. In these chariots rode his other friends and commanders, drinking and wearing flower garlands. There were no targets, helmets, or spears in sight; instead of armor, the soldiers held only cups and goblets, sipping from large bowls and jars as they toasted each other, some sitting down and others continuing to walk. Everywhere was filled with the sound of music from pipes and flutes, harp playing and singing, and women dancing as if celebrating Bacchus. This lively and carefree march, aside from the drinking, was filled with the joy and raucousness of bacchanals, as if the god himself was present to support and lead the celebration. Once he reached the royal palace of Gedrosia, he refreshed and feasted his army again. A day after drinking quite a bit, he went to watch a dance contest, where his favorite, Bagoas, emerged victorious. Bagoas crossed the stage in his dancing costume and sat close to him, which delighted the Macedonians so much that they cheered loudly for him to kiss Bagoas. They kept clapping and shouting until Alexander wrapped his arms around him and kissed him.
Here his admiral, Nearchus, came to him and delighted him so with the narrative of his voyage, that he resolved himself to sail out of the mouth of Euphrates with a great fleet, with which he designed to go round by Arabia and Africa, and so by Hercules’s Pillars into the Mediterranean; in order for which, he directed all sorts of vessels to be built at Thapsacus, and made great provision everywhere of seamen and pilots. But the tidings of the difficulties he had gone through in his Indian expedition, the danger of his person among the Mallians, the reported loss of a considerable part of his forces, and a general doubt as to his own safety, had begun to give occasion for revolt among many of the conquered nations, and for acts of great injustice, avarice, and insolence on the part of the satraps and commanders in the provinces, so that there seemed to be an universal fluctuation and disposition to change. Even at home, Olympias and Cleopatra had raised a faction against Antipater, and divided his government between them, Olympias seizing upon Epirus, and Cleopatra upon Macedonia. When Alexander was told of it, he said his mother had made the best choice, for the Macedonians would never endure to be ruled by a woman. Upon this he dispatched Nearchus again to his fleet, to carry the war into the maritime provinces, and as he marched that way himself, he punished those commanders who had behaved ill, particularly Oxyartes, one of the sons of Abuletes, whom he killed with his own hand, thrusting him through the body with his spear. And when Abuletes, instead of the necessary provisions which he ought to have furnished, brought him three thousand talents in coined money, he ordered it to be thrown to his horses, and when they would not touch it, “What good,” he said, “will this provision do us?” and sent him away to prison.
Here, his admiral, Nearchus, came to him and impressed him so much with the story of his voyage that he decided to set sail from the mouth of the Euphrates with a large fleet. He planned to navigate around Arabia and Africa, and then through the Pillars of Hercules into the Mediterranean. To prepare for this, he ordered all kinds of vessels to be built in Thapsacus and made extensive arrangements for sailors and pilots. However, news of the challenges he faced during his Indian campaign, the threats to his life among the Mallians, the reported loss of a significant part of his troops, and widespread concern for his safety began to spark revolts among many of the conquered nations. This also led to major issues of injustice, greed, and arrogance from the satraps and commanders in the provinces, creating a general atmosphere of unrest and a desire for change. Even back home, Olympias and Cleopatra had formed a faction against Antipater, splitting his rule between them; Olympias taking Epirus and Cleopatra taking Macedonia. When Alexander learned of this, he remarked that his mother made the best choice since the Macedonians would never accept being ruled by a woman. He then sent Nearchus back to the fleet to take the fight to the coastal provinces. As he marched that way himself, he punished those commanders who misbehaved, especially Oxyartes, one of Abuletes' sons, whom he killed with his own hands by stabbing him with his spear. When Abuletes brought him three thousand talents in coins instead of the necessary supplies, Alexander ordered the money to be thrown to his horses, and when they refused to touch it, he said, “What good will this provision do us?” and had him sent off to prison.
When he came into Persia, he distributed money among the women, as their own kings had been wont to do, who as often as they came thither, gave every one of them a piece of gold; on account of which custom, some of them, it is said, had come but seldom, and Ochus was so sordidly covetous, that to avoid this expense, he never visited his native country once in all his reign. Then finding Cyrus’s sepulchre opened and rifled, he put Polymachus, who did it, to death, though he was a man of some distinction, a born Macedonian of Pella. And after he had read the inscription, he caused it to be cut again below the old one in Greek characters; the words being these: “O man, whosoever thou art, and from whencesoever thou comest (for I know thou wilt come), I am Cyrus, the founder of the Persian empire; do not grudge me this little earth which covers my body.” The reading of this sensibly touched Alexander, filling him with the thought of the uncertainty and mutability of human affairs. At the same time, Calanus having been a little while troubled with a disease in the bowels, requested that he might have a funeral pile erected, to which he came on horseback, and after he had said some prayers and sprinkled himself and cut off some of his hair to throw into the fire, before he ascended it, he embraced and took leave of the Macedonians who stood by, desiring them to pass that day in mirth and good-fellowship with their king, whom in a little time, he said, he doubted not but to see again at Babylon. Having thus said, he lay down, and covering up his face, he stirred not when the fire came near him, but continued still in the same posture as at first, and so sacrificed himself, as it was the ancient custom of the philosophers in those countries to do. The same thing was done long after by another Indian, who came with Caesar to Athens, where they still show you “the Indian’s monument.” At his return from the funeral pile, Alexander invited a great many of his friends and principal officers to supper, and proposed a drinking match, in which the victor should receive a crown. Promachus drank twelve quarts of wine, and won the prize, which was a talent, from them all; but he survived his victory but three days, and was followed, as Chares says, by forty-one more, who died of the same debauch, some extremely cold weather having set in shortly after.
When he arrived in Persia, he gave money to the women, just like their kings used to do. They would often give each of them a piece of gold whenever they visited. Because of this tradition, some women rarely came, and Ochus was so miserly that he never returned to his homeland during his entire reign just to avoid this expense. When he found Cyrus’s tomb opened and looted, he executed Polymachus, the man responsible, even though he was a notable figure, a born Macedonian from Pella. After reading the inscription, he had it carved again below the old one in Greek, with the words: “O man, whoever you are, and wherever you come from (for I know you will come), I am Cyrus, the founder of the Persian Empire; do not deny me this small piece of earth that covers my body.” Reading this deeply affected Alexander, filling him with reflections on the uncertainty and changeability of human life. Meanwhile, Calanus, who had been suffering from an intestinal illness for a while, asked for a funeral pyre to be built. He rode there on horseback and, after saying some prayers, sprinkled himself and cut off some of his hair to throw into the fire. Before he ascended the pyre, he embraced and said goodbye to the Macedonians nearby, telling them to spend the day enjoying themselves with their king, whom he said he was sure he would see again soon in Babylon. After saying this, he lay down, covered his face, and did not move as the fire approached, remaining still in the same position, thereby sacrificing himself, following the ancient customs of the philosophers in those regions. This was later mirrored by another Indian who came with Caesar to Athens, where they still show “the Indian’s monument.” After returning from the funeral pyre, Alexander hosted a dinner for many of his friends and key officers, suggesting a drinking contest where the winner would receive a crown. Promachus drank twelve quarts of wine and won the prize, a talent, but he only lived three more days after his victory, followed by forty-one others, as Chares mentions, who also died from the same excessive drinking, since extremely cold weather set in soon after.
At Susa, he married Darius’s daughter Statira, and celebrated also the nuptials of his friends, bestowing the noblest of the Persian ladies upon the worthiest of them, at the same time making in an entertainment in honor of the other Macedonians whose marriages had already taken place. At this magnificent festival, it is reported, there were no less than nine thousand guests, to each of whom he gave a golden cup for the libations. Not to mention other instances of his wonderful magnificence, he paid the debts of his army, which amounted to nine thousand eight hundred and seventy talents. But Antigenes, who had lost one of his eyes, though he owed nothing, got his name set down in the list of those who were in debt, and bringing one who pretended to be his creditor, and to have supplied him from the bank, received the money. But when the cheat was found out, the king was so incensed at it, that he banished him from court, and took away his command, though he was an excellent soldier, and a man of great courage. For when he was but a youth, and served under Philip at the siege of Perinthus, where he was wounded in the eye by an arrow shot out of an engine, he would neither let the arrow be taken out, nor be persuaded to quit the field, till he had bravely repulsed the enemy and forced them to retire into the town. Accordingly he was not able to support such a disgrace with any patience, and it was plain that grief and despair would have made him kill himself, but that the king fearing it, not only pardoned him, but let him also enjoy the benefit of his deceit.
At Susa, he married Darius’s daughter Statira and also celebrated the weddings of his friends, matching the finest Persian ladies with the most deserving of them while hosting a gathering in honor of the other Macedonians who had already married. At this grand festival, it's said that there were at least nine thousand guests, and he provided each of them with a golden cup for toasts. On top of other examples of his incredible generosity, he paid off the army's debts, which totaled nine thousand eight hundred seventy talents. However, Antigenes, who had lost one of his eyes, despite owing nothing, had his name added to the list of those in debt. He brought someone who claimed to be his creditor and said he had lent him money from a bank, and he received the cash. But when the scam was uncovered, the king became so furious that he exiled him from court and stripped him of his command, even though he was a great soldier and very brave. When he was young and served under Philip during the siege of Perinthus, an arrow from a siege engine struck him in the eye. He refused to have the arrow removed or to leave the battlefield until he had courageously pushed the enemy back and forced them into the town. Consequently, he couldn't bear such disgrace, and it was clear that his grief and despair might have led him to take his own life, but the king, fearing that, not only forgave him but also allowed him to benefit from his deceit.
The thirty thousand boys whom he left behind him to be taught and disciplined, were so improved at his return, both in strength and beauty, and performed their exercises with such dexterity and wonderful agility, that he was extremely pleased with them, which grieved the Macedonians, and made them fear he would have the less value for them. And when he proceeded to send down the infirm and maimed soldiers to the sea, they said they were unjustly and infamously dealt with, after they were worn out in his service upon all occasions, now to be turned away with disgrace and sent home into their country among their friends and relations, in a worse condition than when they came out; therefore they desired him to dismiss them one and all, and to account his Macedonians useless, now he was so well furnished with a set of dancing boys, with whom, if he pleased, he might go on and conquer the world. These speeches so incensed Alexander, that after he had given them a great deal of reproachful language in his passion, he drove them away, and committed the watch to Persians, out of whom he chose his guards and attendants. When the Macedonians saw him escorted by these men, and themselves excluded and shamefully disgraced, their high spirits fell, and conferring with one another, they found that jealousy and rage had almost distracted them. But at last coming to themselves again, they went without their arms, with on]y their under garments on, crying and weeping, to offer themselves at his tent, and desired him to deal with them as their baseness and ingratitude deserved. However, this would not prevail; for though his anger was already something mollified, yet he would not admit them into his presence, nor would they stir from thence, but continued two days and nights before his tent, bewailing themselves, and imploring him as their lord to have compassion on them. But the third day he came out to them, and seeing them very humble and penitent, he wept himself a great while, and after a gentle reproof spoke kindly to them, and dismissed those who were unserviceable with magnificent rewards, and with this recommendation to Antipater, that when they came home, at all public shows and in the theaters, they should sit on the best and foremost seats, crowned with chaplets of flowers. He ordered, also, that the children of those who had lost their lives in his service, should have their fathers’ pay continued to them.
The thirty thousand boys he left behind to be educated and trained improved so much by the time he returned, both in strength and looks, and they executed their exercises with such skill and amazing agility that he was very pleased with them. This upset the Macedonians, making them worry that he would value them less. When he decided to send the sick and injured soldiers back to the sea, they claimed they were being treated unfairly and dishonorably. After being worn out serving him on all occasions, they felt it was disgraceful to be sent home to their friends and family in a worse condition than when they left. They asked him to dismiss them all and consider his Macedonians useless now that he had a group of skilled boys, with whom he could, if he wanted, continue to conquer the world. These comments angered Alexander so much that, in his rage, he gave them a lot of harsh words, drove them away, and assigned the watch to Persians, from whom he chose his guards and attendants. When the Macedonians saw him surrounded by these men while they were excluded and disgraced, their spirits fell. They realized that jealousy and rage had nearly driven them mad. Eventually, they calmed down and went without their weapons, wearing only their undergarments, crying and pleading at his tent, asking him to treat them as their shame and ingratitude deserved. However, this didn't sway him; though his anger had somewhat lessened, he still refused to let them into his presence. They remained there for two days and nights outside his tent, mourning and begging him as their leader for compassion. On the third day, he came out to them and seeing their humility and remorse, he wept for a long time. After giving them a gentle reprimand, he spoke kindly to them and sent off those who were unfit for service with generous rewards. He instructed Antipater to ensure that when they returned home, they sat in the best and front seats at all public events and theaters, adorned with crowns of flowers. He also ordered that the children of those who lost their lives serving him continue to receive their fathers’ pay.
When he came to Ecbatana in Media, and had dispatched his most urgent affairs, he began to divert himself again with spectacles and public entertainments, to carry on which he had a supply of three thousand actors and artists, newly arrived out of Greece. But they were soon interrupted by Hephaestion’s falling sick of a fever, in which, being a young man and a soldier too, he could not confine himself to so exact a diet as was necessary; for whilst his physician Glaucus was gone to the theater, he ate a fowl for his dinner, and drank a large draught of wine, upon which he became very ill, and shortly after died. At this misfortune, Alexander was so beyond all reason transported, that to express his sorrow, he immediately ordered the manes and tails of all his horses and mules to be cut, and threw down the battlements of the neighboring cities. The poor physician he crucified, and forbade playing on the flute, or any other musical instrument in the camp a great while, till directions came from the oracle of Ammon, and enjoined him to honor Hephaestion, and sacrifice to him as to a hero. Then seeking to alleviate his grief in war, he set out, as it were, to a hunt and chase of men, for he fell upon the Cossaeans, and put the whole nation to the sword. This was called a sacrifice to Hephaestion’s ghost. In his sepulchre and monument and the adorning of them, he intended to bestow ten thousand talents; and designing that the excellence of the workmanship and the singularity of the design might outdo the expense, his wishes turned, above all other artists, to Stasicrates, because he always promised something very bold, unusual, and magnificent in his projects. Once when they had met before, he had told him, that of all the mountains he knew, that of Athos in Thrace was the most capable of being adapted to represent the shape and lineaments of a man; that if he pleased to command him, he would make it the noblest and most durable statue in the world, which in its left hand should hold a city of ten thousand inhabitants, and out of its right should pour a copious river into the sea. Though Alexander declined this proposal, yet now he spent a great deal of time with workmen to invent and contrive others even more extravagant and sumptuous.
When he arrived in Ecbatana, Media, and had taken care of his most urgent matters, he started to entertain himself again with shows and public events. To put these on, he had a supply of three thousand actors and artists who had just come from Greece. However, his enjoyment was soon interrupted by Hephaestion falling ill with a fever. As a young soldier, he couldn’t stick to the strict diet that was needed. While his doctor, Glaucus, was away at the theater, Hephaestion ate a chicken for dinner and drank a large amount of wine, which made him very sick, and he died shortly after. In his grief, Alexander was so overwhelmed that he immediately ordered the manes and tails of all his horses and mules to be cut off and demolished the walls of nearby cities. He crucified the unfortunate physician and banned all music, including flute playing, in the camp for a long time while waiting for guidance from the oracle of Ammon. The oracle instructed him to honor Hephaestion and make sacrifices to him like a hero. To cope with his sorrow, he took to war and launched an attack on the Cossaeans, slaughtering the entire nation—this was seen as a sacrifice to Hephaestion’s spirit. He planned to spend ten thousand talents on his tomb and monument, aiming for the craftsmanship and unique design to surpass the cost. He particularly wanted Stasicrates for the project because he always promised bold, unique, and magnificent designs. Once, when they had met before, Stasicrates had mentioned that of all the mountains he knew, Athos in Thrace could best be shaped to look like a man. He offered to create the most impressive and long-lasting statue in the world, with one hand holding a city of ten thousand people and the other pouring a river into the sea. Although Alexander turned down this idea, he now spent considerable time working with artisans to come up with even more extravagant and lavish designs.
As he was upon his way to Babylon, Nearchus, who had sailed back out of the ocean up the mouth of the river Euphrates, came to tell him he had met with some Chaldaean diviners, who had warned him against Alexander’s going thither. Alexander, however, took no thought of it, and went on, and when he came near the walls of the place, he saw a great many crows fighting with one another, some of whom fell down just by him. After this, being privately informed that Apollodorus, the governor of Babylon, had sacrificed, to know what would become of him, he sent for Pythagoras, the soothsayer, and on his admitting the thing, asked him, in what condition he found the victim; and when he told him the liver was defective in its lobe, “A great presage indeed!” said Alexander. However, he offered Pythagoras no injury, but was sorry that he had neglected Nearchus’s advice, and stayed for the most part outside the town, removing his tent from place to place, and sailing up and down the Euphrates. Besides this, he was disturbed by many other prodigies. A tame ass fell upon the biggest and handsomest lion that he kept, and killed him by a kick. And one day after he had undressed himself to be anointed, and was playing at ball, just as they were going to bring his clothes again, the young men who played with him perceived a man clad in the king’s robes, with a diadem upon his head, sitting silently upon his throne. They asked him who he was, to which he gave no answer a good while, till at last coming to himself, he told them his name was Dionysius, that he was of Messenia, that for some crime of which he was accused, he was brought thither from the sea-side, and had been kept long in prison, that Serapis appeared to him, had freed him from his chains, conducted him to that place, and commanded him to put on the king’s robe and diadem, and to sit where they found him, and to say nothing. Alexander, when he heard this, by the direction of his soothsayers, put the fellow to death, but he lost his spirits, and grew diffident of the protection and assistance of the gods, and suspicious of his friends. His greatest apprehension was of Antipater and his sons, one of whom, Iolaus, was his chief cupbearer; and Cassander, who had lately arrived, and had been bred up in Greek manners, the first time he saw some of the barbarians adore the king, could not forbear laughing at it aloud, which so incensed Alexander, that he took him by the hair with both hands, and dashed his head against the wall. Another time, Cassander would have said something in defense of Antipater to those who accused him, but Alexander interrupting him said, “What is it you say? Do you think people, if they had received no injury, would come such a journey only to calumniate your father?” To which when Cassander replied, that their coming so far from the evidence was a great proof of the falseness of their charges, Alexander smiled, and said those were some of Aristotle’s sophisms, which would serve equally on both sides; and added, that both he and his father should be severely punished, if they were found guilty of the least injustice towards those who complained. All which made such a deep impression of terror in Cassander’s mind, that long after when he was king of Macedonia, and master of Greece, as he was walking up and down at Delphi, and looking at the statues, at the sight of that of Alexander he was suddenly struck with alarm, and shook all over, his eyes rolled, his head grew dizzy, and it was long before he recovered himself.
As Nearchus was on his way to Babylon after sailing back up the Euphrates River from the ocean, he came to tell Alexander that he had met some Chaldaean diviners who warned him not to go there. However, Alexander ignored the warning and continued on. When he got close to the city walls, he saw a lot of crows fighting, and some fell right beside him. Later, he learned privately that Apollodorus, the governor of Babylon, had sacrificed an animal to find out what would happen to him. He called for Pythagoras, the soothsayer, and when Pythagoras confirmed the sacrifice, Alexander asked about the condition of the victim. Pythagoras replied that the liver was defective, to which Alexander said, “That's certainly a bad sign!” Nevertheless, he didn't harm Pythagoras but regretted ignoring Nearchus's advice. For the most part, he stayed outside the city, moving his tent around and sailing on the Euphrates. He was also troubled by other strange omens. A tame donkey attacked and killed his biggest, strongest lion with a kick. One day, after he had stripped down to be anointed and was playing ball, just as his clothes were about to be returned, some young men noticed a man dressed in royal robes with a diadem sitting silently on a throne. When they asked who he was, he didn't answer for a while, but eventually said his name was Dionysius, from Messenia. He explained that he had been taken from the seaside due to a crime he was accused of and had been in prison for a long time. He claimed that Serapis appeared to him, freed him from chains, brought him to that spot, and commanded him to wear the royal robe and diadem and to remain silent. Hearing this, Alexander, following the advice of his soothsayers, ordered the man to be executed. However, this made him feel anxious and doubting about the protection of the gods and suspicious of his friends. He was particularly worried about Antipater and his sons, especially Iolaus, who was his chief cupbearer. Cassander had recently arrived and, being raised in Greek culture, laughed out loud the first time he saw some of the foreigners honoring the king. This angered Alexander so much that he grabbed Cassander by the hair with both hands and slammed his head against the wall. Another time, Cassander tried to speak in defense of Antipater to their accusers, but Alexander interrupted him, saying, “What are you saying? Do you think people would travel such a distance just to slander your father if they hadn’t been wronged?” When Cassander replied that their travel from afar was strong evidence against the claims, Alexander smiled and said those were some of Aristotle’s tricks, applicable on both sides. He added that both he and his father would face severe punishment if found guilty of any wrongdoing toward those who complained. This struck deep fear into Cassander, so much so that long after he became king of Macedonia and master of Greece, while walking in Delphi and looking at the statues, he was suddenly overwhelmed with terror at the sight of Alexander’s statue. He trembled all over, his eyes rolled back, his head spun, and it took a long time for him to calm down.
When once Alexander had given way to fears of supernatural influence, his mind grew so disturbed and so easily alarmed, that if the least unusual or extraordinary thing happened, he thought it a prodigy or a presage, and his court was thronged with diviners and priests whose business was to sacrifice and purify and foretell the future. So miserable a thing is incredulity and contempt of divine power on the one hand, and so miserable, also, superstition on the other, which like water, where the level has been lowered, flowing in and never stopping, fills the mind with slavish fears and follies, as now in Alexander’s case. But upon some answers which were brought him from the oracle concerning Hephaestion, he laid aside his sorrow, and fell again to sacrificing and drinking; and having given Nearchus a splendid entertainment, after he had bathed, as was his custom, just as he was going to bed, at Medius’s request he went to supper with him. Here he drank all the next day, and was attacked with a fever, which seized him, not as some write, after he had drunk of the bowl of Hercules; nor was he taken with any sudden pain in his back, as if he had been struck with lance, for these are the inventions of some authors who thought it their duty to make the last scene of so great an action as tragical and moving as they could. Aristobulus tells us, that in the rage of his fever and a violent thirst, he took a draught of wine, upon which he fell into delirium, and died on the thirtieth day of the month Daesius.
When Alexander let his fears of supernatural influence take over, his mind became so disturbed and so easily frightened that even the slightest unusual or extraordinary event struck him as a miracle or an omen. His court was filled with diviners and priests whose job was to perform sacrifices, purify, and predict the future. Such a miserable mix of disbelief and disdain for divine power on one hand, and superstition on the other, just like water that floods in when the level drops, filled Alexander's mind with cowardly fears and foolishness. However, after receiving some answers from the oracle about Hephaestion, he lifted his spirits and returned to sacrificing and drinking. After hosting a lavish banquet for Nearchus and having bathed, as was his routine, he accepted Medius's invitation for supper. He drank all the following day and then developed a fever, which struck him, contrary to what some say, not after drinking from the bowl of Hercules, nor did he suffer any sudden pain in his back as if he had been hit by a spear; these tales are just fabrications from authors who wanted to make the ending of such a significant event as tragic and dramatic as possible. Aristobulus reports that during the height of his fever and intense thirst, he took a drink of wine, which led him to delirium, and he died on the thirtieth day of the month Daesius.
But the journals give the following record. On the eighteenth of the month, he slept in the bathing-room on account of his fever. The next day he bathed and removed into his chamber, and spent his time in playing dice with Medius. In the evening he bathed and sacrificed, and ate freely, and had the fever on him through the night. On the twentieth, after the usual sacrifices and bathing, he lay in the bathing-room and heard Nearchus’s narrative of his voyage, and the observations he had made in the great sea. The twenty-first he passed in the same manner, his fever still increasing, and suffered much during the night. The next day the fever was very violent, and he had himself removed and his bed set by the great bath, and discoursed with his principal officers about finding fit men to fill up the vacant places in the army. On the twenty-fourth he was much worse, and was carried out of his bed to assist at the sacrifices, and gave order that the general officers should wait within the court, whilst the inferior officers kept watch without doors. On the twenty-fifth he was removed to his palace on the other side the river, where he slept a little, but his fever did not abate, and when the generals came into his chamber, he was speechless, and continued so the following day. The Macedonians, therefore, supposing he was dead, came with great clamors to the gates, and menaced his friends so that they were forced to admit them, and let them all pass through unarmed along by his bedside. The same day Python and Seleucus were dispatched to the temple of Serapis to inquire if they should bring Alexander thither, and were answered by the god, that they should not remove him. On the twenty-eighth, in the evening, he died. This account is most of it word for word as it is written in the diary.
But the journals provide the following record. On the eighteenth of the month, he slept in the bathing room due to his fever. The next day he bathed, moved back to his chamber, and spent his time playing dice with Medius. In the evening, he bathed, made sacrifices, ate well, and suffered through the night with a fever. On the twentieth, after the usual sacrifices and bathing, he lay in the bathing room and listened to Nearchus's account of his voyage and the observations he made in the vast sea. He spent the twenty-first in the same way, with his fever still increasing, and he suffered greatly during the night. The next day the fever was very intense, so he had himself moved and his bed set by the large bath while he discussed with his top officers about finding suitable men to fill the vacant spots in the army. On the twenty-fourth, he was much worse and was carried from his bed to participate in the sacrifices. He ordered that the main officers should wait inside the court while the lower-ranking officers stood guard outside. On the twenty-fifth, he was moved to his palace across the river, where he got a bit of sleep, but his fever didn’t lessen. When the generals came to his chamber, he was unable to speak and remained so the following day. The Macedonians, thinking he was dead, gathered at the gates in a great uproar and threatened his friends, forcing them to allow entry, and they all passed through unarmed by his bedside. That same day, Python and Seleucus were sent to the temple of Serapis to ask if they should bring Alexander there, and the god answered that he should not be moved. On the twenty-eighth in the evening, he died. This account is almost entirely word for word as it is written in the diary.
At the time, nobody had any suspicion of his being poisoned, but upon some information given six years after, they say Olympias put many to death, and scattered the ashes of Iolaus, then dead, as if he had given it him. But those who affirm that Aristotle counseled Antipater to do it, and that by his means the poison was brought, adduce one Hagnothemis as their authority, who, they say, heard king Antigonus speak of it, and tell us that the poison was water, deadly cold as ice, distilling from a rock in the district of Nonacris, which they gathered like a thin dew, and kept in an ass’s hoof; for it was so very cold and penetrating that no other vessel would hold it. However, most are of opinion that all this is a mere made-up story, no slight evidence of which is, that during the dissensions among the commanders, which lasted several days, the body continued clear and fresh, without any sign of such taint or corruption, though it lay neglected in a close, sultry place.
At the time, no one suspected he had been poisoned, but six years later, it was said that Olympias had many people executed and scattered the ashes of Iolaus, who had already died, as if he had given them. Those who claim that Aristotle advised Antipater to do this say that a man named Hagnothemis is their source; he supposedly heard King Antigonus mention it. They say the poison was a water, deadly cold like ice, dripping from a rock in the Nonacris region, which was collected like a fine dew and kept in a donkey's hoof, as it was so cold and penetrating that no other container could hold it. However, most people believe this is just a fabricated story, and significant evidence for this is that during the disputes among the commanders, which lasted several days, the body remained clear and fresh, with no sign of decay or corruption, even though it was left neglected in a hot, stuffy place.
Roxana, who was now with child, and upon that account much honored by the Macedonians, being jealous of Statira, sent for her by a counterfeit letter, as if Alexander had been still alive; and when she had her in her power, killed her and her sister, and threw their bodies into a well, which they filled up with earth, not without the privity and assistance of Perdiccas, who in the time immediately following the king’s death, under cover of the name of Arrhidaeus, whom he carried about him as a sort of guard to his person, exercised the chief authority Arrhidaeus, who was Philip’s son by an obscure woman of the name of Philinna, was himself of weak intellect, not that he had been originally deficient either in body or mind; on the contrary, in his childhood, he had showed a happy and promising character enough. But a diseased habit of body, caused by drugs which Olympias gave him, had ruined not only his health, but his understanding.
Roxana, who was now pregnant and thus highly regarded by the Macedonians, was jealous of Statira. She summoned her with a fake letter, pretending that Alexander was still alive. Once she had Statira under her control, she killed her and her sister, dumping their bodies into a well, which they then filled with dirt. This was done with the knowledge and help of Perdiccas, who, shortly after the king’s death, took on the pretense of protecting Arrhidaeus as a kind of personal guard while wielding significant power. Arrhidaeus, Philip’s son by an unknown woman named Philinna, was mentally weak, not because he was inherently lacking in either body or mind; in fact, during his childhood, he had displayed a promising character. However, a health condition caused by drugs given to him by Olympias had destroyed both his health and his intellect.
CAESAR
After Sylla became master of Rome, he wished to make Caesar put away his wife Cornelia, daughter of Cinna, the late sole ruler of the commonwealth, but was unable to effect it either by promises or intimidation, and so contented himself with confiscating her dowry. The ground of Sylla’s hostility to Caesar, was the relationship between him and Marius; for Marius, the elder, married Julia, the sister of Caesar’s father, and had by her the younger Marius, who consequently was Caesar’s first cousin. And though at the beginning, while so many were to be put to death and there was so much to do, Caesar was overlooked by Sylla, yet he would not keep quiet, but presented himself to the people as a candidate for the priesthood, though he was yet a mere boy. Sylla, without any open opposition, took measures to have him rejected, and in consultation whether he should be put to death, when it was urged by some that it was not worth his while to contrive the death of a boy, he answered, that they knew little who did not see more than one Marius in that boy. Caesar, on being informed of this saying, concealed himself, and for a considerable time kept out of the way in the country of the Sabines, often changing his quarters, till one night, as he was removing from one house to another on account of his health, he fell into the hands of Sylla’s soldiers, who were searching those parts in order to apprehend any who had absconded. Caesar, by a bribe of two talents, prevailed with Cornelius, their captain, to let him go, and was no sooner dismissed but he put to sea, and made for Bithynia. After a short stay there with Nicomedes, the king, in his passage back he was taken near the island Pharmacusa by some of the pirates, who, at that time, with large fleets of ships and innumerable smaller vessels infested the seas everywhere.
After Sylla took control of Rome, he wanted Caesar to divorce his wife Cornelia, the daughter of Cinna, the former sole ruler of the republic. However, he couldn't achieve this through promises or threats, so he settled for seizing her dowry. Sylla's animosity toward Caesar stemmed from their connection to Marius; Marius the Elder had married Julia, who was Caesar's father's sister, making the younger Marius Caesar's first cousin. Initially, even with many people facing death and so much going on, Sylla overlooked Caesar. Still, Caesar refused to stay quiet and ran for a position in the priesthood, despite being just a boy. Without directly opposing him, Sylla took steps to have him rejected. During discussions about whether Caesar should be executed, some argued it wasn't worth it to kill a child, to which Sylla responded that they didn't realize there was more than one Marius in that boy. When Caesar heard this, he went into hiding and stayed away in the Sabine territory, frequently moving from place to place. One night, while he was changing houses for his health, he was captured by Sylla's soldiers, who were searching the area for anyone who had fled. Caesar bribed their captain, Cornelius, with two talents to let him go, and as soon as he was freed, he set sail for Bithynia. After a brief stay with King Nicomedes, he was captured near the island of Pharmacusa by pirates who were then raiding the seas with large fleets and countless smaller ships.
When these men at first demanded of him twenty talents for his ransom, he laughed at them for not understanding the value of their prisoner, and voluntarily engaged to give them fifty. He presently dispatched those about him to several places to raise the money, till at last he was left among a set of the most bloodthirsty people in the world, the Cilicians, only with one friend and two attendants. Yet he made so little of them, that when he had a mind to sleep, he would send to them, and order them to make no noise. For thirty-eight days, with all the freedom in the world, he amused himself with joining in their exercises and games, as if they had not been his keepers, but his guards. He wrote verses and speeches, and made them his auditors, and those who did not admire them, he called to their faces illiterate and barbarous, and would often, in raillery, threaten to hang them. They were greatly taken with this, and attributed his free talking to a kind of simplicity and boyish playfulness. As soon as his ransom was come from Miletus, he paid it, and was discharged, and proceeded at once to man some ships at the port of Miletus, and went in pursuit of the pirates, whom he surprised with their ships still stationed at the island, and took most of them. Their money he made his prize, and the men he secured in prison at Pergamus, and made application to Junius, who was then governor of Asia, to whose office it belonged, as praetor, to determine their punishment. Junius, having his eye upon the money, for the sum was considerable, said he would think at his leisure what to do with the prisoners, upon which Caesar took his leave of him, and went off to Pergamus, where he ordered the pirates to be brought forth and crucified; the punishment he had often threatened them with whilst he was in their hands, and they little dreamed he was in earnest.
When these guys first asked him for twenty talents as ransom, he laughed at them for not realizing how much their prisoner was worth and willingly offered them fifty instead. He quickly sent his people to various places to gather the money, but soon found himself surrounded by some of the most ruthless people in the world, the Cilicians, with just one friend and two attendants. He thought so little of them that when he wanted to sleep, he would just tell them to keep quiet. For thirty-eight days, he had complete freedom and entertained himself by joining in their games and activities, as if they weren't his captors but his guards. He wrote poems and speeches, making them his audience, and for those who didn’t appreciate them, he openly called them uneducated and barbaric, often playfully threatening to hang them. They were quite impressed by this and interpreted his casual attitude as a kind of innocence and playful spirit. Once his ransom arrived from Miletus, he paid it and was released. He immediately set about manning some ships at the port of Miletus and went after the pirates, surprising them while their ships were still at anchor by the island, capturing most of them. He took their money as his prize and locked up the men in prison at Pergamus, then appealed to Junius, who was the governor of Asia at the time, asking him to determine their punishment as it was under his authority. Junius, eyeing the substantial amount of money, said he would think about the prisoners' fate at his leisure. After that, Caesar said goodbye to him and went to Pergamus, where he ordered the pirates to be brought out and crucified—the punishment he had often threatened them with while they were holding him, a fate they never thought he would follow through on.
In the meantime Sylla’s power being now on the decline, Caesar’s friends advised him to return to Rome, but he went to Rhodes, and entered himself in the school of Apollonius, Molon’s son, a famous rhetorician, one who had the reputation of a worthy man, and had Cicero for one of his scholars. Caesar is said to have been admirably fitted by nature to make a great statesman and orator, and to have taken such pains to improve his genius this way, that without dispute he might challenge the second place. More he did not aim at, as choosing to be first rather amongst men of arms and power, and, therefore, never rose to that height of eloquence to which nature would have carried him, his attention being diverted to those expeditions and designs, which at length gained him the empire. And he himself, in his answer to Cicero’s panegyric on Cato, desires his reader not to compare the plain discourse of a soldier with the harangues of an orator who had not only fine parts, but had employed his life in this study.
In the meantime, as Sylla’s power started to fade, Caesar’s friends recommended that he return to Rome. Instead, he went to Rhodes and enrolled in the school of Apollonius, the son of Molon, a well-known rhetorician who was respected and had Cicero as one of his students. Caesar is said to have been naturally gifted to become a great statesman and orator, and he worked hard to develop his abilities to such an extent that he could easily claim the second spot. However, he aimed higher, wanting to be foremost among men of arms and power, which meant he never fully reached the level of eloquence that his nature could have allowed him, as he was focused on military campaigns and plans that eventually earned him the empire. In response to Cicero’s praise of Cato, he urged his readers not to compare the straightforward speech of a soldier with the speeches of an orator who not only had talent but also dedicated his life to that craft.
When he was returned to Rome, he accused Dolabella of maladministration, and many cities of Greece came in to attest it. Dolabella was acquitted, and Caesar, in return for the support he had received from the Greeks, assisted them in their prosecution of Publius Antonius for corrupt practices, before Marcus Lucullus, praetor of Macedonia. In this cause he so far succeeded, that Antonius was forced to appeal to the tribunes at Rome, alleging that in Greece he could not have fair play against Grecians. In his pleadings at Rome, his eloquence soon obtained him great credit and favor, and he won no less upon the affections of the people by the affability of his manners and address, in which he slowed a tact and consideration beyond what could have been expected at his age; and the open house he kept, the entertainments he gave, and the general splendor of his manner of life contributed little by little to create and increase his political influence. His enemies slighted the growth of it at first, presuming it would soon fail when his money was gone; whilst in the meantime it was growing up and flourishing among the common people. When his power at last was established and not to be overthrown, and now openly tended to the altering of the whole constitution, they were aware too late, that there is no beginning so mean, which continued application will not make considerable, and that despising a danger at first, will make it at last irresistible. Cicero was the first who had any suspicions of his designs upon the government, and, as a good pilot is apprehensive of a storm when the sea is most smiling, saw the designing temper of the man through this disguise of good-humor and affability, and said, that in general, in all he did and undertook, he detected the ambition for absolute power, “but when I see his hair so carefully arranged, and observe him adjusting it with one finger, I cannot imagine it should enter into such a man’s thoughts to subvert the Roman state.” But of this more hereafter.
When he returned to Rome, he accused Dolabella of mismanagement, and many cities in Greece came forward to support his claims. Dolabella was cleared of the charges, and in gratitude for the backing he received from the Greeks, Caesar helped them go after Publius Antonius for corruption under Marcus Lucullus, the praetor of Macedonia. Caesar had enough success in this case that Antonius was forced to appeal to the tribunes in Rome, claiming he couldn’t get a fair trial against Greeks. During his defense in Rome, his eloquence quickly garnered him a lot of respect and favor, and he won the people's hearts with his friendly demeanor and approach, showing a level of skill and consideration that was surprising for someone his age. He hosted an open house, threw entertaining events, and lived a generally lavish lifestyle, which gradually helped him build and enhance his political influence. His enemies initially underestimated his rise, assuming it would collapse once his money ran out; meanwhile, it was growing strong and thriving among the common folk. When his power eventually solidified and became undeniable, openly aiming to change the entire system, they realized too late that no beginning is too humble for persistent effort to make significant, and that ignoring a danger at first will ultimately make it unstoppable. Cicero was the first to suspect his intentions regarding the government and, like a cautious pilot sensing a storm on a calm sea, saw through the man’s façade of good humor and friendliness, stating that in everything he did, he could see the ambition for absolute power; “but when I see his hair so carefully styled, and watch him adjusting it with one finger, I can’t believe such a person would think of toppling the Roman state.” But more on that later.
The first proof he had of the people’s good-will to him, was when he received by their suffrages a tribuneship in the army, and came out on the list with a higher place than Caius Popilius. A second and clearer instance of their favor appeared upon his making a magnificent oration in praise of his aunt Julia, wife to Marius, publicly in the forum, at whose funeral he was so bold as to bring forth the images of Marius, which nobody had dared to produce since the government came into Sylla’s hands, Marius’s party having from that time been declared enemies of the State. When some who were present had begun to raise a cry against Caesar, the people answered with loud shouts and clapping in his favor, expressing their joyful surprise and satisfaction at his having, as it were, brought up again from the grave those honors of Marius, which for so long a time had been lost to the city. It had always been the custom at Rome to make funeral orations in praise of elderly matrons, but there was no precedent of any upon young women till Caesar first made one upon the death of his own wife. This also procured him favor, and by this show of affection he won upon the feelings of the people, who looked upon him as a man of great tenderness and kindness of heart. After he had buried his wife, he went as quaestor into Spain under one of the praetors, named Vetus, whom he honored ever after, and made his son his own quaestor, when he himself came to be praetor. After this employment was ended, he married Pompeia, his third wife, having then a daughter by Cornelia, his first wife, whom he afterwards married to Pompey the Great. He was so profuse in his expenses, that before he had any public employment, he was in debt thirteen hundred talents, and many thought that by incurring such expense to be popular, he changed a solid good for what would prove but short and uncertain return; but in truth he was purchasing what was of the greatest value at an inconsiderable rate. When he was made surveyor of the Appian Way, he disbursed, besides the public money, a great sum out of his private purse; and when he was aedile, be provided such a number of gladiators, that he entertained the people with three hundred and twenty single combats, and by his great liberality and magnificence in theatrical shows, in processions, and public feastings, he threw into the shade all the attempts that had been made before him, and gained so much upon the people, that everyone was eager to find out new offices and new honors for him in return for his munificence.
The first sign he had of the people's goodwill was when he was elected as a tribune in the army, finishing higher on the list than Caius Popilius. A second, clearer example of their favor came when he delivered an impressive speech in honor of his aunt Julia, Marius's wife, in public at the forum. At her funeral, he boldly displayed images of Marius, which no one had dared to show since the government fell into Sulla's hands, as Marius’s supporters had since been labeled enemies of the state. When some in the crowd began to shout against Caesar, the people reacted with loud cheers and applause for him, happily expressing their surprise and satisfaction at his bringing back to life the honors of Marius that had been lost to the city for so long. Traditionally, it was common in Rome to give funeral orations for elderly women, but there had been no precedents for young women until Caesar made one for his wife after her death. This also earned him favor and by this display of affection, he won the people's hearts, who regarded him as a man of great kindness and sensitivity. After burying his wife, he went to Spain as a quaestor under a praetor named Vetus, whom he admired for the rest of his life, and he later appointed Vetus’s son as his own quaestor when he became praetor. After that position, he married Pompeia, his third wife, having a daughter with Cornelia, his first wife, whom he later married to Pompey the Great. He spent so lavishly that before holding any public office, he was in debt by thirteen hundred talents, and many believed that by incurring such expenses to gain popularity, he was trading something solid for a return that would be fleeting and uncertain; yet in reality, he was acquiring what was immensely valuable for a small price. When he served as surveyor of the Appian Way, he spent, in addition to public funds, a significant amount from his own pocket; and as aedile, he provided such a number of gladiators that he entertained the people with three hundred and twenty single combats. His immense generosity and grandeur in theatrical shows, processions, and public feasts overshadowed all previous attempts and won the people over so much that everyone was eager to create new offices and honors for him in gratitude for his generosity.
There being two factions in the city, one that of Sylla, which was very powerful, the other that of Marius, which was then broken and in a very low condition, he undertook to revive this and to make it his own. And to this end, whilst he was in the height of his repute with the people for the magnificent shows he gave as aedile, he ordered images of Marius, and figures of Victory, with trophies in their hands, to be carried privately in the night and placed in the capitol. Next morning, when some saw them bright with gold and beautifully made, with inscriptions upon them, referring them to Marius’s exploits over the Cimbrians, they were surprised at the boldness of him who had set them up, nor was it difficult to guess who it was. The fame of this soon spread and brought together a great concourse of people. Some cried out that it was an open attempt against the established government thus to revive those honors which had been buried by the laws and decrees of the senate; that Caesar had done it to sound the temper of the people whom he had prepared before, and to try whether they were tame enough to bear his humor, and would quietly give way to his innovations. On the other hand, Marius’s party took courage, and it was incredible how numerous they were suddenly seen to be, and what a multitude of them appeared and came shouting into the capitol. Many, when they saw Marius’s likeness, cried for joy, and Caesar was highly extolled as the one man, in the place of all others, who was a relation worthy of Marius. Upon this the senate met, and Catulus Lutatius, one of the most eminent Romans of that time, stood up and inveighed against Caesar, closing his speech with the remarkable saying, that Caesar was now not working mines, but planting batteries to overthrow the state. But when Caesar had made an apology for himself, and satisfied the senate, his admirers were very much animated, and advised him not to depart from his own thoughts for anyone, since with the people’s good favor he would erelong get the better of them all, and be the first man in the commonwealth.
With two factions in the city—one led by Sulla, which was very powerful, and the other by Marius, which was weak and fragmented—he sought to revive Marius’s faction and claim it as his own. To achieve this, while he was enjoying great popularity with the people for the impressive events he organized as aedile, he secretly ordered images of Marius and figures of Victory holding trophies to be transported at night and placed in the Capitol. The next morning, when some people saw these gold-adorned and beautifully crafted images with inscriptions commemorating Marius’s victories over the Cimbrians, they were taken aback by the audacity of the person who had set them up, and it was not hard to figure out who was behind it. The news spread quickly, drawing a large crowd. Some people shouted that this was a blatant attempt to revive honors that had been buried by the laws and decisions of the Senate; they claimed that Caesar had done this to gauge the people's mood, whom he had already influenced, to see if they would tolerate his whims and allow his changes. On the other hand, Marius’s supporters gained confidence, and it was astonishing how many of them suddenly appeared, shouting as they filed into the Capitol. Many, upon seeing Marius’s likeness, shouted with joy, and Caesar was praised as the only one worthy to be associated with Marius. Consequently, the Senate convened, and Catulus Lutatius, one of the most prominent Romans of the time, stood up to criticize Caesar, concluding his speech with the notable remark that Caesar was not digging for ores but rather setting up artillery to bring down the state. However, after Caesar defended himself and reassured the Senate, his supporters became highly motivated and encouraged him not to stray from his intentions for anyone, as with the public's favor, he would soon overcome them all and become the leading figure in the republic.
At this time, Metellus, the High-Priest, died, and Catulus and Isauricus, persons of the highest reputation, and who had great influence in the senate, were competitors for the office; yet Caesar would not give way to them, but presented himself to the people as a candidate against them. The several parties seeming very equal, Catulus, who, because he had the most honor to lose, was the most apprehensive of the event, sent to Caesar to buy him off, with offers of a great sum of money. But his answer was, that he was ready to borrow a larger sum than that, to carry on the contest. Upon the day of election, as his mother conducted him out of doors with tears, after embracing her, “My mother,” he said, “today you will see me either High-Priest, or an exile.” When the votes were taken, after a great struggle, he carried it, and excited among the senate and nobility great alarm lest he might now urge on the people to every kind of insolence. And Piso and Catulus found fault with Cicero for having let Caesar escape, when in the conspiracy of Catiline he had given the government such advantage against him. For Catiline, who had designed not only to change the present state of affairs, but to subvert the whole empire and confound all, had himself taken to flight, while the evidence was yet incomplete against him, before his ultimate purposes had been properly discovered. But he had left Lentulus and Cethegus in the city to supply his place in the conspiracy, and whether they received any secret encouragement and assistance from Caesar is uncertain; all that is certain, is, that they were fully convicted in the senate, and when Cicero, the consul, asked the several opinions of the senators, how they would have them punished, all who spoke before Caesar sentenced them to death; but Caesar stood up and made a set speech, in which he told them, that he thought it without precedent and not just to take away the lives of persons of their birth and distinction before they were fairly tried, unless there was an absolute necessity for it; but that if they were kept confined in any towns of Italy Cicero himself should choose, till Catiline was defeated, then the senate might in peace and at their leisure determine what was best to be done.
At this time, Metellus, the High Priest, died, and Catulus and Isauricus, who were well-respected and had significant influence in the Senate, were competing for the position. However, Caesar refused to step aside and presented himself as a candidate against them. The various factions seemed evenly matched, and Catulus, who had the most honor at stake and was therefore the most anxious about the outcome, sent a message to Caesar to bribe him with a large sum of money. Caesar replied that he was willing to borrow an even larger amount to continue the contest. On election day, as his mother tearfully saw him off, after embracing her, he said, "My mother, today you will see me either as High Priest or as an exile." When the votes were counted, after a fierce struggle, he won, causing great alarm among the Senate and nobility that he might now incite the people to all kinds of unruly behavior. Piso and Catulus criticized Cicero for allowing Caesar to escape when he had given the government such an advantage during the Catiline conspiracy. Catiline, who had planned not only to change the current situation but to overthrow the entire empire and throw everything into chaos, had fled while the evidence against him was still incomplete and before his ultimate plans had been fully uncovered. However, he left Lentulus and Cethegus in the city to take his place in the conspiracy, and it’s unclear whether they received any secret support from Caesar; what is certain is that they were fully convicted in the Senate. When Cicero, the consul, asked the Senators for their opinions on how to punish them, all who spoke before Caesar sentenced them to death. But Caesar stood up and gave a formal speech, where he argued that he thought it was unprecedented and unfair to take the lives of people of their status before they had been fairly tried, unless there was an absolute necessity. He suggested that if they were kept confined in any towns of Italy that Cicero himself chose until Catiline was defeated, the Senate could then determine, at their leisure, what the best course of action would be.
This sentence of his carried so much appearance of humanity, and he gave it such advantage by the eloquence with which he urged it, that not only those who spoke after him closed with it, but even they who had before given a contrary opinion, now came over to his, till it came about to Catulus’s and Cato’s turn to speak. They warmly opposed it, and Cato intimated in his speech the suspicion of Caesar himself, and pressed the matter so strongly, that the criminals were given up to suffer execution. As Caesar was going out of the senate, many of the young men who at that time acted as guards to Cicero, ran in with their naked swords to assault him. But Curio, it is said, threw his gown over him, and conveyed him away, and Cicero himself, when the young men looked up to see his wishes, gave a sign not to kill him, either for fear of the people, or because he thought the murder unjust and illegal. If this be true, I wonder how Cicero came to omit all mention of it in his book about his consulship. He was blamed, however, afterwards, for not having made use of so fortunate an opportunity against Caesar, as if he had let it escape him out of fear of the populace, who, indeed, showed remarkable solicitude about Caesar, and some time after, when he went into the senate to clear himself of the suspicions he lay under, and found great clamors raised against him, upon the senate in consequence sitting longer than ordinary, they went up to the house in a tumult, and beset it, demanding Caesar, and requiring them to dismiss him. Upon this, Cato, much fearing some movement among the poor citizens, who were always the first to kindle the flame among the people, and placed all their hopes in Caesar, persuaded the senate to give them a monthly allowance of corn, an expedient which put the commonwealth to the extraordinary charge of seven million five hundred thousand drachmas in the year, but quite succeeded in removing the great cause of terror for the present, and very much weakened Caesar’s power, who at that time was just going to be made praetor, and consequently would have been more formidable by his office.
This statement of his seemed very human, and he expressed it so persuasively that not only did those who spoke after him support it, but even those who had previously disagreed changed their stance. By the time it was Catulus’s and Cato’s turn to speak, they strongly opposed it. Cato hinted at Caesar's own suspicions in his speech and pressed the matter so firmly that the criminals were handed over to be executed. As Caesar was leaving the senate, several young men who were guarding Cicero rushed in with their swords drawn to attack him. However, it’s said that Curio threw his gown over Caesar and helped him escape, and Cicero himself, when the young men looked to him for direction, signaled not to kill him, either out of fear of the crowd or because he believed the murder was wrong and illegal. If this is true, I wonder why Cicero didn’t mention it in his book about his consulship. Later on, he was criticized for not taking advantage of such a favorable opportunity against Caesar, as if he had let it slip out of fear of the public, who indeed were very concerned about Caesar. Some time later, when Caesar went into the senate to clear himself of the accusations against him, he faced a great uproar from the people. Because the senate was sitting longer than usual, the crowd grew restless and surrounded the building, demanding that Caesar be released. In response, Cato, fearing a reaction from the poor citizens—who were always quick to stir up trouble and looked to Caesar for hope—encouraged the senate to provide them with a monthly grain allowance. This decision placed an extraordinary financial burden of seven million five hundred thousand drachmas on the state each year, but it effectively alleviated immediate fears and significantly weakened Caesar’s power at that moment, especially since he was about to be appointed praetor, which would have made him even more influential.
But there was no disturbance during his praetorship, only what misfortune he met with in his own domestic affairs. Publius Clodius was a patrician by descent, eminent both for his riches and eloquence, but in licentiousness of life and audacity exceeded the most noted profligates of the day. He was in love with Pompeia, Caesar’s wife, and she had no aversion to him. But there was strict watch kept on her apartment, and Caesar’s mother, Aurelia, who was a discreet woman, being continually about her, made any interview very dangerous and difficult. The Romans have a goddess whom they call Bona, the same whom the Greeks call Gynaecea. The Phrygians, who claim a peculiar title to her, say she was mother to Midas. The Romans profess she was one of the Dryads, and married to Faunus. The Grecians affirm that she is that mother of Bacchus whose name is not to be uttered, and, for this reason, the women who celebrate her festival, cover the tents with vine-branches, and, in accordance with the fable, a consecrated serpent is placed by the goddess. It is not lawful for a man to be by, nor so much as in the house, whilst the rites are celebrated, but the women by themselves perform the sacred offices, which are said to be much the same with those used in the solemnities of Orpheus. When the festival comes, the husband, who is either consul or praetor; and with him every male creature, quits the house. The wife then taking it under her care, sets it in order, and the principal ceremonies are performed during the night, the women playing together amongst themselves as they keep watch, and music of various kinds going on.
But there was no disruption during his time as praetor, only the misfortune he faced in his own personal life. Publius Clodius came from a patrician background, known for both his wealth and eloquence, but in terms of a reckless lifestyle and audacity, he surpassed even the most notorious troublemakers of his time. He was infatuated with Pompeia, Caesar’s wife, and she didn’t mind him at all. However, her quarters were strictly monitored, and Caesar’s mother, Aurelia, who was quite discreet, was always around, making any meetings very risky and challenging. The Romans have a goddess they call Bona, the same one the Greeks refer to as Gynaecea. The Phrygians, who take special pride in her, claim she was the mother of Midas. The Romans say she was one of the Dryads and married to Faunus. The Greeks insist she is the mother of Bacchus, whose name cannot be spoken aloud. For this reason, the women who celebrate her festival cover their tents with vine branches, and, according to the myth, a sacred serpent is placed by the goddess. During the rites, it is forbidden for a man to be present, or even to be in the house, while the women conduct the rituals themselves, which are believed to resemble those used in the ceremonies of Orpheus. When the festival begins, the husband, whether consul or praetor, along with every man, leaves the house. The wife then takes charge, organizes things, and the main ceremonies take place at night, with the women enjoying themselves as they keep watch, accompanied by various types of music.
As Pompeia was at that time celebrating this feast, Clodius, who as yet had no beard, and so thought to pass undiscovered, took upon him the dress and ornaments of a singing woman, and so came thither, having the air of a young girl. Finding the doors open, he was without any stop introduced by the maid, who was in the intrigue. She presently ran to tell Pompeia, but as she was away a long time, he grew uneasy in waiting for her, and left his post and traversed the house from one room to another, still taking care to avoid the lights, till at last Aurelia’s woman met him, and invited him to play with her, as the women did among themselves. He refused to comply, and she presently pulled him forward, and asked him who he was, and whence he came. Clodius told her he was waiting for Pompeia’s own maid, Abra, being in fact her own name also, and as he said so, betrayed himself by his voice. Upon which the woman shrieking, ran into the company where there were lights, and cried out, she had discovered a man. The women were all in a fright. Aurelia covered up the sacred things and stopped the proceedings, and having ordered the doors to be shut, went about with lights to find Clodius, who was got into the maid’s room that he had come in with, and was seized there. The women knew him, and drove him out of doors, and at once, that same night, went home and told their husbands the story. In the morning, it was all about the town, what an impious attempt Clodius had made, and how he ought to be punished as an offender, not only against those whom he had affronted, but also against the public and the gods. Upon which one of the tribunes impeached him for profaning the holy rites, and some of the principal senators combined together and gave evidence against him, that besides many other horrible crimes, he had been guilty of incest with his own sister, who was married to Lucullus. But the people set themselves against this combination of the nobility, and defended Clodius, which was of great service to him with the judges, who took alarm and were afraid to provoke the multitude. Caesar at once dismissed Pompeia, but being summoned as a witness against Clodius, said he had nothing to charge him with. This looking like a paradox, the accuser asked him why he parted with his wife. Caesar replied, “I wished my wife to be not so much as suspected.” Some say that Caesar spoke this as his real thought; others, that he did it to gratify the people, who were very earnest to save Clodius. Clodius, at any rate, escaped; most of the judges giving their opinions so written as to be illegible, that they might not be in danger from the people by condemning him, nor in disgrace with the nobility by acquitting him.
As Pompeia was celebrating this festival, Clodius, who was still clean-shaven and thought he could go unnoticed, dressed in the attire and ornaments of a female singer and showed up, looking like a young girl. With the doors open, he was quickly let in by the maid who was in on the plan. She soon ran to inform Pompeia, but since she took a long time, Clodius grew anxious waiting for her and wandered through the house, avoiding the lights. Eventually, Aurelia's servant ran into him and invited him to join in the games the women were playing. He turned her down, but she pulled him forward and asked who he was and where he came from. Clodius claimed he was waiting for Pompeia’s maid, Abra, inadvertently revealing himself with his voice. The woman screamed, rushed into the lighted area, and shouted that she had found a man. The women panicked. Aurelia covered the sacred items, halted the festivities, ordered the doors shut, and started searching for Clodius with lit torches. He had made his way into the maid's room where he had entered and was caught there. The women recognized him and pushed him outside. That same night, they went home and told their husbands what had happened. By morning, the news spread throughout the town about Clodius’s sacrilegious attempt and how he should be punished not just for offending those present but also for offending the community and the gods. One of the tribunes charged him with desecrating the sacred rites, and several prominent senators collaborated to provide evidence against him, stating that, among other horrific crimes, he had committed incest with his own sister, who was married to Lucullus. However, the public rallied against this alliance of the elite and supported Clodius, which helped him with the judges, who were wary of angering the masses. Caesar quickly divorced Pompeia but, when called to testify against Clodius, claimed he had no accusations to make. This raised eyebrows, and the accuser wondered why he had left his wife. Caesar answered, “I wanted to ensure my wife wasn't even suspected.” Some believe Caesar meant this sincerely; others think he did it to please the crowd, who were eager to defend Clodius. Regardless, Clodius got away; most judges submitted written opinions that were indecipherable to avoid backlash from the public for condemning him or losing favor with the elite by acquitting him.
Caesar, in the meantime, being out of his praetorship, had got the province of Spain, but was in great embarrassment with his creditors, who, as he was going off, came upon him, and were very pressing and importunate. This led him to apply himself to Crassus, who was the richest man in Rome, but wanted Caesar’s youthful vigor and heat to sustain the opposition against Pompey. Crassus took upon him to satisfy those creditors who were most uneasy to him, and would not be put off any longer, and engaged himself to the amount of eight hundred and thirty talents, upon which Caesar was now at liberty to go to his province. In his journey, as he was crossing the Alps, and passing by a small village of the barbarians with but few inhabitants and those wretchedly poor, his companions asked the question among themselves by way of mockery, if there were any canvassing for offices there; any contention which should be uppermost, or feuds of great men one against another. To which Caesar made answer seriously, “For my part, I had rather be the first man among these fellows, than the second man in Rome.” It is said that another time, when free from business in Spain, after reading some part of the history of Alexander, he sat a great while very thoughtful, and at last burst out into tears. His friends were surprised, and asked him the reason of it. “Do you think,” said he, “I have not just cause to weep, when I consider that Alexander at my age had conquered so many nations, and I have all this time done nothing that is memorable?” As soon as he came into Spain he was very active, and in a few days had got together ten new cohorts of foot in addition to the twenty which were there before. With these he marched against the Calaici and Lusitani and conquered them, and advancing as far as the ocean, subdued the tribes which never before had been subject to the Romans. Having managed his military affairs with good success, he was equally happy in the course of his civil government. He took pains to establish a good understanding amongst the several states, and no less care to heal the differences between debtors and creditors. He ordered that the creditor should receive two parts of the debtor’s yearly income, and that the other part should be managed by the debtor himself, till by this method the whole debt was at last discharged. This conduct made him leave his province with a fair reputation; being rich himself, and having enriched his soldiers, and having received from them the honorable name of Imperator.
Caesar, at the same time, having completed his praetorship, was assigned to the province of Spain but found himself in a tough situation with his creditors, who confronted him as he was leaving and were very demanding. This pushed him to turn to Crassus, the wealthiest man in Rome, who needed Caesar’s youthful energy to stand against Pompey. Crassus agreed to pay off those creditors who were particularly urgent and would not wait, committing to the amount of eight hundred and thirty talents, which allowed Caesar to head to his province. On his journey, as he was crossing the Alps and passing a small, impoverished barbarian village with few inhabitants, his companions jokingly wondered if there were any political campaigns happening there; if there were any rivalries or conflicts among the local leaders. Caesar replied earnestly, “Honestly, I’d rather be the top man here than the second in Rome.” It is said that once, when he was free from duties in Spain and reading part of Alexander's history, he sat quietly for a long time before suddenly bursting into tears. His friends were taken aback and asked him why. “Do you think,” he replied, “I don't have a good reason to cry, knowing that Alexander had conquered so many nations by my age, while I have not accomplished anything noteworthy?” Once he arrived in Spain, he was very active, quickly gathering ten new cohorts of foot soldiers in addition to the twenty already there. With these, he marched against the Calaici and Lusitani, defeating them and advancing to the ocean, subduing tribes that had never been under Roman control before. Having successfully managed his military operations, he also excelled in his civil governance. He worked to establish good relations among the various states and took equal care to resolve disputes between debtors and creditors. He ordered that the creditor receive two-thirds of the debtor’s yearly income, while the debtor would manage the rest until the entire debt was eventually settled. This approach allowed him to leave his province with a good reputation, being wealthy himself, having enriched his soldiers, and receiving the honorable title of Imperator from them.
There is a law among the Romans, that whoever desires the honor of a triumph must stay without the city and expect his answer. And another, that those who stand for the consulship shall appear personally upon the place. Caesar was come home at the very time of choosing consuls, and being in a difficulty between these two opposite laws, sent to the senate to desire that since he was obliged to be absent, he might sue for the consulship by his friends. Cato, being backed by the law, at first opposed his request; afterwards perceiving that Caesar had prevailed with a great part of the senate to comply with it, he made it his business to gain time, and went on wasting the whole day in speaking. Upon which Caesar thought fit to let the triumph fall, and pursued the consulship. Entering the town and coming forward immediately, he had recourse to a piece of state-policy by which everybody was deceived but Cato. This was the reconciling of Crassus and Pompey, the two men who then were most powerful in Rome. There had been a quarrel between them, which he now succeeded in making up, and by this means strengthened himself by the united power of both, and so under the cover of an action which carried all the appearance of a piece of kindness and good-nature, caused what was in effect a revolution in the government. For it was not the quarrel between Pompey and Caesar, as most men imagine, which was the origin of the civil wars, but their union, their conspiring together at first to subvert the aristocracy, and so quarreling afterwards between themselves. Cato, who often foretold what the consequence of this alliance would be, had then the character of a sullen, interfering man, but in the end the reputation of a wise but unsuccessful counselor.
There’s a Roman law that anyone who wants the honor of a triumph must stay outside the city and wait for a response. There’s another law stating that candidates for the consulship must appear in person at the location. Caesar returned home right when they were choosing consuls, and facing a dilemma between these two conflicting laws, he sent a message to the Senate asking if he could run for consul through his friends since he had to be absent. Cato, supported by the law, initially opposed his request; but later, seeing that Caesar had convinced a significant portion of the Senate to agree, he focused on stalling and spent the entire day talking. As a result, Caesar decided to abandon the triumph and pursue the consulship instead. Upon entering the city and immediately stepping forward, he employed a political strategy that fooled everyone, except Cato. This involved reconciling Crassus and Pompey, the two most powerful men in Rome at the time. There had been a fight between them, which he now managed to resolve, thereby strengthening himself with their combined power and disguising what was essentially a government overhaul as a friendly act. It was not the conflict between Pompey and Caesar, as many believe, that sparked the civil wars, but their initial alliance, their collaboration to undermine the aristocracy, and the subsequent fallout between them. Cato, who often predicted the consequences of this alliance, was viewed as a gloomy meddler at the time, but eventually earned the reputation of a wise yet unsuccessful advisor.
Thus Caesar being doubly supported by the interests of Crassus and Pompey, was promoted to the consulship, and triumphantly proclaimed with Calpurnius Bibulus. When he entered on his office, he brought in bills which would have been preferred with better grace by the most audacious of the tribunes than by a consul, in which he proposed the plantation of colonies and division of lands, simply to please the commonalty. The best and most honorable of the senators opposed it, upon which, as he had long wished for nothing more than for such a colorable pretext, he loudly protested how much against his will it was to be driven to seek support from the people, and how the senate’s insulting and harsh conduct left no other course possible for him, than to devote himself henceforth to the popular cause and interest. And so he hurried out of the senate, and presenting himself to the people, and there placing Crassus and Pompey, one on each side of him, he asked them whether they consented to the bills he had proposed. They owned their assent, upon which he desired them to assist him against those who had threatened to oppose him with their swords. They engaged they would, and Pompey added further, that he would meet their swords with a sword and buckler too. These words the nobles much resented, as neither suitable to his own dignity, nor becoming the reverence due to the senate, but resembling rather the vehemence of a boy, or the fury of a madman. But the people were pleased with it. In order to get a yet firmer hold upon Pompey, Caesar having a daughter, Julia, who had been before contracted to Servilius Caepio, now betrothed her to Pompey, and told Servilius he should have Pompey’s daughter, who was not unengaged either, but promised to Sylla’s son, Faustus. A little time after, Caesar married Calpurnia, the daughter of Piso, and got Piso made consul for the year following. Cato exclaimed loudly against this, and protested with a great deal of warmth, that it was intolerable the government should be prostituted by marriages, and that they should advance one another to the commands of armies, provinces, and other great posts, by means of women. Bibulus, Caesar’s colleague, finding it was to no purpose to oppose his bills, but that he was in danger of being murdered in the forum, as also was Cato, confined himself to his house, and there let the remaining part of his consulship expire. Pompey, when he was married, at once filled the forum with soldiers, and gave the people his help in passing the new laws, and secured Caesar the government of all Gaul, both on this and the other side of the Alps, together with Illyricum, and the command of four legions for five years. Cato made some attempts against these proceedings, but was seized and led off on the way to prison by Caesar, who expected he would appeal to the tribunes. But when he saw that Cato went along without speaking a word, and not only the nobility were indignant, but that the people, also, out of respect for Cato’s virtue, were following in silence, and with dejected looks, he himself privately desired one of the tribunes to rescue Cato. As for the other senators, some few of them attended the house, the rest being disgusted, absented themselves. Hence Considius, a very old man, took occasion one day to tell Caesar, that the senators did not meet because they were afraid of his soldiers. Caesar asked, “Why don’t you then, out of the same fear, keep at home?” To which Considius replied, that age was his guard against fear, and that the small remains of his life were not worth much caution. But the most disgraceful thing that was done in Caesar’s consulship, was his assisting to gain the tribuneship for the same Clodius who had made the attempt upon his wife’s chastity, and intruded upon the secret vigils. He was elected on purpose to effect Cicero’s downfall; nor did Caesar leave the city to join his army, till they two had overpowered Cicero, and driven him out of Italy.
Caesar, backed by the interests of Crassus and Pompey, was elevated to the consulship and triumphantly announced alongside Calpurnius Bibulus. When he took office, he introduced bills that even the most daring tribunes would have pushed with more finesse than a consul. These bills proposed the establishment of colonies and the distribution of land, merely to gain favor with the common people. The most respected senators opposed this, prompting Caesar, who had long wanted an excuse, to loudly protest that he was being forced to seek support from the people against his wishes, claiming that the senate’s disrespectful behavior left him no choice but to align himself with the people’s interests. He quickly left the senate, addressed the crowd, and with Crassus and Pompey flanking him, asked if they supported his proposed bills. They agreed, and he urged them to assist him against those who threatened to oppose him with violence. They promised their support, with Pompey adding that he would confront their swords with his own weapon and shield. The nobles were offended, believing it inappropriate for Caesar, and disrespectful to the senate, perceiving it more as the rashness of a youth or the rage of a madman. However, the crowd was pleased. To strengthen his alliance with Pompey, Caesar arranged for his daughter, Julia, who was previously betrothed to Servilius Caepio, to marry Pompey instead, while telling Servilius that he could have Pompey’s daughter, who was also engaged, but to Sylla’s son, Faustus. Soon after, Caesar married Calpurnia, the daughter of Piso, and secured Piso a consul position for the following year. Cato vocally opposed this, passionately insisting that it was unacceptable for the government to be manipulated through marriages, and that they shouldn’t use women to promote each other to powerful military and political positions. Bibulus, Caesar’s fellow consul, realizing resistance was futile and fearing for his life in the forum, isolated himself at home for the rest of his consulship. When Pompey married, he immediately filled the forum with soldiers, aiding the public in passing the new laws, and secured Caesar control over all of Gaul, both on this side and beyond the Alps, as well as Illyricum, along with command of four legions for five years. Cato attempted to challenge these actions, but Caesar had him arrested and taken toward prison, anticipating that he might appeal to the tribunes. Seeing Cato silent and the crowd, out of respect for his integrity, following him in somber silence, Caesar discreetly asked one of the tribunes to rescue Cato. As for the other senators, some attended the session, while others, feeling disheartened, stayed away. Thus, an elderly senator named Considius took the opportunity one day to tell Caesar that the senators were avoiding meetings out of fear of his soldiers. Caesar responded, “Then why don’t you stay home out of the same fear?” Considius replied that his age served as his shield against fear, and that the little time he had left didn’t warrant much caution. However, the most disgraceful act during Caesar's consulship was his support for Clodius’s election to the tribuneship, the same Clodius who had attempted to violate his wife’s dignity and intruded on private rituals. Clodius was selected specifically to help bring about Cicero’s downfall; Caesar didn't leave the city to join his army until they had overpowered Cicero and exiled him from Italy.
Thus far have we followed Caesar’s actions before the wars of Gaul. After this, he seems to begin his course afresh, and to enter upon a new life and scene of action. And the period of those wars which he now fought, and those many expeditions in which he subdued Gaul, showed him to be a soldier and general not in the least inferior to any of the greatest and most admired commanders who had ever appeared at the head of armies. For if we compare him with the Fabii, the Metelli, the Scipios, and with those who were his contemporaries, or not long before him, Sylla, Marius, the two Luculli, or even Pompey himself, whose glory, it may be said, went up at that time to heaven for every excellence in war, we shall find Caesar’s actions to have surpassed them all. One he may be held to have outdone in consideration of the difficulty of the country in which he fought, another in the extent of territory which he conquered; some, in the number and strength of the enemies whom he defeated; one man, because of the wildness and perfidiousness of the tribes whose good-will he conciliated, another in his humanity and clemency to those he overpowered; others, again in his gifts and kindnesses to his soldiers; all alike in the number of the battles which he fought and the enemies whom he killed. For he had not pursued the wars in Gaul full ten years, when he had taken by storm above eight hundred towns, subdued three hundred states, and of the three millions of men, who made up the gross sum of those with whom at several times he engaged, he had killed one million, and taken captive a second.
So far, we've tracked Caesar's actions before the Gallic Wars. After this, he seems to start fresh and enter into a new phase of his life and military activity. The period of wars he fought during this time, along with the numerous campaigns in which he conquered Gaul, revealed him to be a soldier and leader on par with any of the greatest and most revered commanders who ever led armies. If we compare him to the Fabii, the Metelli, the Scipios, and his contemporaries—like Sulla, Marius, the two Luculli, or even Pompey himself, whose renown at that time was sky-high due to their military prowess—we'll find that Caesar's achievements surpassed them all. He may have outperformed one general due to the challenging terrain he fought in, another for the vast territories he conquered, some by the number and strength of his enemies defeated, one man for winning over the fierce tribes whose loyalty he gained, another for his mercy and compassion towards those he conquered, and yet others for his generosity and kindness towards his troops. All were equal in the sheer number of battles he fought and enemies he killed. In less than ten years of campaigning in Gaul, he had stormed over eight hundred towns, subdued three hundred states, and out of the three million men he faced at various times, he had killed one million and captured another million.
He was so much master of the good-will and hearty service of his soldiers, that those who in other expeditions were but ordinary men, displayed a courage past defeating or withstanding when they went upon any danger where Caesar’s glory was concerned. Such a one was Acilius, who, in the sea-fight before Marseilles, had his right hand struck off with a sword, yet did not quit his buckler out of his left, but struck the enemies in the face with it, till he drove them off, and made himself master of the vessel. Such another was Cassius Scaeva, who, in a battle near Dyrrhachium, had one of his eyes shot out with an arrow, his shoulder pierced with one javelin, and his thigh with another; and having received one hundred and thirty darts upon his target, called to the enemy, as though he would surrender himself. But when two of them came up to him, he cut off the shoulder of one with a sword, and by a blow over the face forced the other to retire, and so with the assistance of his friends, who now came up, made his escape. Again, in Britain, when some of the foremost officers had accidentally got into a morass full of water, and there were assaulted by the enemy, a common soldier, whilst Caesar stood and looked on, threw himself into the midst of them, and after many signal demonstrations of his valor, rescued the officers, and beat off the barbarians. He himself, in the end, took to the water, and with much difficulty, partly by swimming, partly by wading, passed it, but in the passage lost his shield. Caesar and his officers saw it and admired, and went to meet him with joy and acclamation. But the soldier, much dejected and in tears, threw himself down at Caesar’s feet, and begged his pardon for having let go his buckler. Another time in Africa, Scipio having taken a ship of Caesar’s in which Granius Petro, lately appointed quaestor, was sailing, gave the other passengers as free prize to his soldiers, but thought fit to offer the quaestor his life. But he said it was not usual for Caesar’s soldiers to take, but give mercy, and having said so, fell upon his sword and killed himself.
He was so skilled at winning the loyalty and support of his soldiers that those who were usually just average men showed extraordinary bravery when it came to protecting Caesar's reputation. One such soldier was Acilius, who, during the naval battle near Marseilles, lost his right hand to a sword but didn’t let go of his shield with his left. Instead, he fought back, hitting the enemies in the face with it until he drove them away and took control of the ship. Another example was Cassius Scaeva, who, in a battle near Dyrrhachium, had one of his eyes shot out with an arrow, and was pierced in the shoulder and thigh by javelins. Despite enduring one hundred and thirty darts on his shield, he called out to the enemy as if he was ready to surrender. But when two of them approached, he cut off the shoulder of one with his sword and struck the other across the face, forcing him to retreat. With the help of his friends who came to assist him, he managed to escape. Additionally, in Britain, when some top officers accidentally fell into a waterlogged marsh and were attacked by the enemy, a common soldier leaped in to help while Caesar watched. After showing great bravery, he rescued the officers and drove off the attackers. In the end, he entered the water himself and, after a tough struggle of swimming and wading, managed to cross but lost his shield in the process. Caesar and his officers, impressed, went to greet him with cheers. However, the soldier, feeling defeated and in tears, fell at Caesar's feet and begged for forgiveness for losing his shield. Another time in Africa, when Scipio captured one of Caesar's ships that contained Granius Petro, who had just been appointed quaestor, he decided to let the other passengers go free but offered the quaestor his life. Petro replied that Caesar's soldiers don’t take mercy; they give it, and then he took his own life.
This love of honor and passion for distinction were inspired into them and cherished in them by Caesar himself, who, by his unsparing distribution of money and honors, showed them that he did not heap up wealth from the wars for his own luxury, or the gratifying his private pleasures, but that all he received was but a public fund laid by for the reward and encouragement of valor, and that he looked upon all he gave to deserving soldiers as so much increase to his own riches. Added to this, also, there was no danger to which he did not willingly expose himself, no labor from which he pleaded all exemption. His contempt of danger was not so much wondered at by his soldiers, because they knew how much he coveted honor. But his enduring so much hardship, which he did to all appearance beyond his natural strength, very much astonished them. For he was a spare man, had a soft and white skin, was distempered in the head, and subject to an epilepsy, which, it is said, first seized him at Corduba. But he did not make the weakness of his constitution a pretext for his ease, but rather used war as the best physic against his indispositions; whilst by indefatigable journeys, coarse diet, frequent lodging in the field, and continual laborious exercise, he struggled with his diseases, and fortified his body against all attacks. He slept generally in his chariots or litters, employing even his rest in pursuit of action. In the day he was thus carried to the forts, garrisons, and camps, one servant sitting with him, who used to write down what he dictated as he went, and a soldier attending behind with his sword drawn. He drove so rapidly, that when he first left Rome, he arrived at the river Rhone within eight days. He had been an expert rider from his childhood; for it was usual with him to sit with his hands joined together behind his back, and so to put his horse to its full speed. And in this war he disciplined himself so far as to be able to dictate letters from on horseback, and to give directions to two who took notes at the same time, or, as Oppius says, to more. And it is thought that he was the first who contrived means for communicating with friends by cipher, when either press of business, or the large extent of the city, left him no time for a personal conference about matters that required dispatch. How little nice he was in his diet, may be seen in the following instance. When at the table of Valerius Leo, who entertained him at supper at Milan, a dish of asparagus was put before him, on which his host instead of oil had poured sweet ointment. Caesar partook of it without any disgust, and reprimanded his friends for finding fault with it. “For it was enough,” said he, “not to eat what you did not like; but he who reflects on another man’s want of breeding, shows he wants it as much himself.” Another time upon the road he was driven by a storm into a poor man’s cottage, where he found but one room, and that such as would afford but a mean reception to a single person, and therefore told his companions, places of honor should be given up to the greater men, and necessary accommodations to the weaker, and accordingly ordered that Oppius, who was in bad health, should lodge within, whilst he and the rest slept under a shed at the door.
This love for honor and passion for distinction were instilled in them and valued by Caesar himself, who, by generously giving out money and honors, demonstrated that he wasn't hoarding wealth from wars for his own luxury or to satisfy his private pleasures, but that everything he received was a public fund saved for rewarding and encouraging bravery, and that he viewed all he gave to deserving soldiers as an increase to his own wealth. Additionally, there was no danger he wouldn’t willingly face, no hard work from which he sought to be excused. His disregard for danger was not surprising to his soldiers, as they understood how much he desired honor. However, his ability to endure so much hardship, which seemed to exceed his natural strength, greatly astonished them. He was lean, had soft, pale skin, suffered from headaches, and had epilepsy, which reportedly first struck him at Corduba. Yet, he didn't use his health issues as an excuse for comfort; instead, he treated war as the best medicine for his ailments. Through relentless journeys, rough diets, frequent nights spent in the field, and constant strenuous exercise, he battled his illnesses and strengthened his body against all challenges. He generally slept in his chariots or litters, using even his rest to engage in activity. During the day, he was carried to forts, garrisons, and camps, with one servant sitting beside him, writing down his dictations as they moved, and a soldier walking behind him with his sword drawn. He traveled so quickly that after leaving Rome, he reached the Rhone River in just eight days. He had been a skilled rider since childhood; it was common for him to sit with his hands clasped behind his back and push his horse to its full speed. In this war, he trained himself to the extent that he could dictate letters while on horseback and give instructions to two others taking notes at the same time, or as Oppius claims, even more. It's believed he was the first to devise a way to communicate with friends through ciphers when urgent business or the city's vast size left him no time for personal discussions. His lack of fussiness about food is shown in the following story: when dining at Valerius Leo's house in Milan, a dish of asparagus was served, and instead of oil, his host poured sweet ointment over it. Caesar ate it without any disgust and scolded his friends for complaining. “It’s enough,” he said, “not to eat what you don’t like; but someone who thinks less of another’s lack of refinement shows that he lacks it himself.” Another time, while traveling, he was caught in a storm and took shelter in a poor man’s cottage, which had only one room, barely enough for a single person. He told his companions that places of honor should be given to those of greater stature, and necessary accommodations to those weaker, and accordingly ordered that Oppius, who was unwell, should sleep inside while he and the others rested under a shed at the door.
His first war in Gaul was against the Helvetians and Tigurini, who having burnt their own towns, twelve in number, and four hundred villages, would have marched forward through that part of Gaul which was included in the Roman province, as the Cimbrians and Teutons formerly had done. Nor were they inferior to these in courage; and in numbers they were equal, being in all three hundred thousand, of which one hundred and ninety thousand were fighting men. Caesar did not engage the Tigurini in person, but Labienus, under his directions, routed them near the river Arar. The Helvetians surprised Caesar, and unexpectedly set upon him as he was conducting his army to a confederate town. He succeeded, however, in making his retreat into a strong position, where, when he had mustered and marshalled his men, his horse was brought to him; upon which he said, “When I have won the battle, I will use my horse for the chase, but at present let us go against the enemy,” and accordingly charged them on foot. After a long and severe combat, he drove the main army out of the field, but found the hardest work at their carriages and ramparts, where not only the men stood and fought, but the women also and children defended themselves, till they were cut to pieces; insomuch that the fight was scarcely ended till midnight. This action, glorious in itself, Caesar crowned with another yet more noble, by gathering in a body all the barbarians that had escaped out of the battle, above one hundred thousand in number, and obliging them to reoccupy the country which they had deserted, and the cities which they had burnt. This he did for fear the Germans should pass in and possess themselves of the land whilst it lay uninhabited.
His first war in Gaul was against the Helvetians and Tigurini, who, after burning their own towns—twelve in total—and four hundred villages, were planning to march through the part of Gaul that was in the Roman province, just like the Cimbrians and Teutons had done before. They were just as brave as those tribes, and in terms of numbers, they were equal, with a total of three hundred thousand people, of which one hundred and ninety thousand were soldiers. Caesar didn't personally engage the Tigurini, but Labienus, acting on his orders, defeated them near the river Arar. The Helvetians caught Caesar off guard and attacked him unexpectedly as he was leading his army to an allied town. However, he managed to retreat to a strong position where, after assembling his troops, his horse was brought to him. He remarked, “Once I win the battle, I’ll use my horse for the chase, but for now, let’s go after the enemy,” and then charged at them on foot. After a long and intense fight, he drove the main army off the field, but faced the toughest battle with their wagons and defenses, where not only the men fought, but also the women and children defended themselves until they were killed, so much so that the fighting didn’t end until midnight. This victory, impressive in itself, was further highlighted by Caesar's accomplishment in rounding up all the barbarians who had escaped the battle—over one hundred thousand in total—and forcing them to return to the land they had abandoned and the cities they had burned. He did this out of fear that the Germans would come in and take over the area while it was uninhabited.
His second war was in defense of the Gauls against the Germans, though some time before he had made Ariovistus, their king, recognized at Rome as an ally. But they were very insufferable neighbors to those under his government; and it was probable, when occasion offered, they would renounce the present arrangements, and march on to occupy Gaul. But finding his officers timorous, and especially those of the young nobility who came along with him in hopes of turning their campaigns with him into a means for their own pleasure or profit, he called them together, and advised them to march off, and not run the hazard of a battle against their inclinations, since they had such weak and unmanly feelings; telling them that he would take only the tenth legion, and march against the barbarians, whom he did not expect to find an enemy more formidable than the Cimbri, nor, he added, should they find him a general inferior to Marius. Upon this, the tenth legion deputed some of their body to pay him their acknowledgments and thanks, and the other legions blamed their officers, and all, with great vigor and zeal, followed him many days’ journey, till they encamped within two hundred furlongs of the enemy. Ariovistus’s courage to some extent was cooled upon their very approach; for never expecting the Romans would attack the Germans, whom he had thought it more likely they would not venture to withstand even in defense of their own subjects, he was the more surprised at Caesar’s conduct, and saw his army to be in consternation. They were still more discouraged by the prophecies of their holy women, who foretell the future by observing the eddies of rivers, and taking signs from the windings and noise of streams, and who now warned them not to engage before the next new moon appeared. Caesar having had intimation of this, and seeing the Germans lie still, thought it expedient to attack them whilst they were under these apprehensions, rather than sit still and wait their time. Accordingly he made his approaches to the strong-holds and hills on which they lay encamped, and so galled and fretted them, that at last they came down with great fury to engage. But he gained a signal victory, and pursued them for four hundred furlongs, as far as the Rhine; all which space was covered with spoils and bodies of the slain. Ariovistus made shift to pass the Rhine with the small remains of an army, for it is said the number of the slain amounted to eighty thousand.
His second war was to defend the Gauls against the Germans, although some time earlier he had made Ariovistus, their king, recognized at Rome as an ally. However, they were extremely difficult neighbors to those under his rule, and it was likely that they would abandon the current agreements and march to occupy Gaul when the opportunity arose. But seeing his officers were hesitant, especially the young nobles who had joined him hoping to turn their campaigns into personal enjoyment or profit, he gathered them together and advised them to head back, rather than risk a battle against their will, since they had such weak and cowardly attitudes. He told them he would take only the tenth legion and confront the barbarians, whom he didn’t expect to be a tougher opponent than the Cimbri, nor did he expect them to find him a general any less capable than Marius. In response, the tenth legion sent some of their members to express their gratitude and thanks, while the other legions criticized their officers, and all of them, with great enthusiasm and determination, followed him for several days until they camped within two hundred furlongs of the enemy. Ariovistus’s courage was somewhat dampened by their approach; he never expected the Romans to attack the Germans, whom he thought would be too afraid to even defend their own subjects, so he was surprised by Caesar’s actions and saw his army in a state of panic. They were even more disheartened by the prophecies of their holy women, who predict the future by watching the eddies of rivers and taking signs from the flows and sounds of streams, and who now warned them not to engage before the next new moon. Caesar, having learned about this and observing the Germans remaining inactive, decided it was better to attack them while they were worried, rather than sit back and wait. Thus, he made his way toward the strongholds and hills where they were encamped, harassing them until they finally charged down to fight. But he achieved a remarkable victory and pursued them for four hundred furlongs, all the way to the Rhine, covering that area with spoils and the bodies of the dead. Ariovistus managed to cross the Rhine with the few soldiers who remained, as it’s said the number of those slain reached eighty thousand.
After this action, Caesar left his army at their winter-quarters in the country of the Sequani, and in order to attend to affairs at Rome, went into that part of Gaul which lies on the Po, and was part of his province; for the river Rubicon divides Gaul, which is on this side the Alps, from the rest of Italy. There he sat down and employed himself in courting people’s favor; great numbers coming to him continually, and always finding their requests answered; for he never failed to dismiss all with present pledges of his kindness in hand, and further hopes for the future. And during all this time of the war in Gaul, Pompey never observed how Caesar was on the one hand using the arms of Rome to effect his conquests, and on the other was gaining over and securing to himself the favor of the Romans, with the wealth which those conquests obtained him. But when he heard that the Belgae, who were the most powerful of all the Gauls, and inhabited a third part of the country, were revolted, and had got together a great many thousand men in arms, he immediately set out and took his way thither with great expedition, and falling upon the enemy as they were ravaging the Gauls, his allies, he soon defeated and put to flight the largest and least scattered division of them. For though their numbers were great, yet they made but a slender defense, and the marshes and deep rivers were made passable to the Roman foot by the vast quantity of dead bodies. Of those who revolted, all the tribes that lived near the ocean came over without fighting, and he, therefore, led his army against the Nervii, the fiercest and most warlike people of all in those parts. These live in a country covered with continuous woods, and having lodged their children and property out of the way in the depth of the forest, fell upon Caesar with a body of sixty thousand men, before he was prepared for them, while he was making his encampment. They soon routed his cavalry, and having surrounded the twelfth and seventh legions, killed all the officers, and had not Caesar himself snatched up a buckler, and forced his way through his own men to come up to the barbarians, or had not the tenth legion, when they saw him in danger, run in from the tops of the hills, where they lay, and broken through the enemy’s ranks to rescue him, in all probability not a Roman would have been saved. But now, under the influence of Caesar’s bold example, they fought a battle, as the phrase is, of more than human courage, and yet with their utmost efforts they were not able to drive the enemy out of the field, but cut them down fighting in their defense. For out of sixty thousand men, it is stated that not above five hundred survived the battle, and of four hundred of their senators not above three.
After this, Caesar left his army in winter quarters in the Sequani territory to handle matters in Rome and headed to that part of Gaul located along the Po River, which was part of his province. The Rubicon River separates the Gaul on this side of the Alps from the rest of Italy. While there, he focused on winning over people; huge crowds came to him continually, always getting what they asked for. He never missed an opportunity to send them off with immediate tokens of his goodwill and future promises. Throughout the war in Gaul, Pompey didn’t notice how Caesar was using Roman military power for his victories while also winning the favor of the Romans through the wealth gained from those conquests. However, when he learned that the Belgae, the strongest of the Gauls, who inhabited a third of the region, had revolted and gathered a large army, he quickly set out for their territory. He caught the enemy off guard while they were attacking the Gauls, his allies, and swiftly defeated and scattered their largest and least organized group. Even though the enemy was numerous, they put up a weak defense, and the marshes and deep rivers became passable for the Roman soldiers due to the many dead bodies. All the coastal tribes that revolted surrendered without a fight, so he directed his army against the Nervii, the fiercest and most warlike people in that area. The Nervii lived in heavily wooded territory and had hidden their families and possessions deep in the forest. They attacked Caesar with sixty thousand men before he was ready, while he was setting up camp. They quickly overwhelmed his cavalry and surrounded the twelfth and seventh legions, killing all the officers. If Caesar had not grabbed a shield and fought his way to confront the enemy, or if the tenth legion had not rushed down from the hills to break through the enemy lines to save him when they saw him in danger, it’s likely that no Romans would have survived. Inspired by Caesar’s courageous example, they fought a battle of extraordinary bravery, but despite their best efforts, they couldn’t drive the enemy from the field, only managing to cut them down while defending themselves. Out of the sixty thousand, it’s reported that no more than five hundred survived, and out of four hundred of their leaders, no more than three.
When the Roman senate had received news of this, they voted sacrifices and festivals to the gods, to be strictly observed for the space of fifteen days, a longer space than ever was observed for any victory before. The danger to which they had been exposed by the joint outbreak of such a number of nations was felt to have been great; and the people’s fondness for Caesar gave additional luster to successes achieved by him. He now, after settling everything in Gaul, came back again, and spent the winter by the Po, in order to carry on the designs he had in hand at Rome. All who were candidates for offices used his assistance, and were supplied with money from him to corrupt the people and buy their votes, in return of which, when they were chosen, they did all things to advance his power. But what was more considerable, the most eminent and powerful men in Rome in great numbers came to visit him at Lucca, Pompey, and Crassus, and Appius, the governor of Sardinia, and Nepos, the proconsul of Spain, so that there were in the place at one time one hundred and twenty lictors, and more than two hundred senators. In deliberation here held, it was determined that Pompey and Crassus should be consuls again for the following year; that Caesar should have a fresh supply of money, and that his command should be renewed to him for five years more. It seemed very extravagant to all thinking men, that those very persons who had received so much money from Caesar should persuade the senate to grant him more, as if he were in want. Though in truth it was not so much upon persuasion as compulsion, that, with sorrow and groans for their own acts, they passed the measure. Cato was not present, for they had sent him seasonably out of the way into Cyprus; but Favonius, who was a zealous imitator of Cato, when he found he could do no good by opposing it, broke out of the house, and loudly declaimed against these proceedings to the people, but none gave him any hearing; some slighting him out of respect to Crassus and Pompey, and the greater part to gratify Caesar, on whom depended their hopes.
When the Roman Senate heard this news, they agreed to hold sacrifices and festivals for the gods, which were to be observed for fifteen days—longer than any celebration for a previous victory. They felt they had faced significant danger due to the combined uprising of so many nations, and the people’s admiration for Caesar added to the glory of his achievements. After organizing everything in Gaul, he returned and spent the winter by the Po River to pursue his plans in Rome. All the candidates for office sought his help and received funds from him to sway the electorate and buy their votes. In return, once elected, they acted to bolster his power. More notably, many of the most prominent and influential figures in Rome, including Pompey, Crassus, Appius, the governor of Sardinia, and Nepos, the proconsul of Spain, visited him in Lucca. At one point, there were one hundred and twenty lictors and over two hundred senators present. During the discussions held there, they decided that Pompey and Crassus would be consuls again the following year, that Caesar would receive additional funding, and that his command would be extended for another five years. It struck thoughtful individuals as outrageous that those who had received so much money from Caesar were the ones arguing for even more, as if he were in need. However, it wasn't so much persuasion as it was coercion, as they begrudgingly passed the measure amidst sadness and complaints about their own actions. Cato was not there, as they had sent him away to Cyprus; however, Favonius, a devoted imitator of Cato, tried to oppose the decision but ended up leaving the house and loudly criticizing the proceedings to the people, though no one paid him any attention—some disregarded him out of respect for Crassus and Pompey, while most did so to please Caesar, upon whom their hopes rested.
After this, Caesar returned again to his forces in Gaul, where he found that country involved in a dangerous war, two strong nations of the Germans having lately passed the Rhine, to conquer it; one of them called the Usipes, the other the Tenteritae. Of the war with this people, Caesar himself has given this account in his commentaries, that the barbarians, having sent ambassadors to treat with him, did, during the treaty, set upon him in his march, by which means with eight hundred men they routed five thousand of his horse, who did not suspect their coming; that afterwards they sent other ambassadors to renew the same fraudulent practices, whom he kept in custody, and led on his army against the barbarians, as judging it mere simplicity to keep faith with those who had so faithlessly broken the terms they had agreed to. But Tanusius states, that when the senate decreed festivals and sacrifices for this victory, Cato declared it to be his opinion that Caesar ought to be given into the hands of the barbarians, that so the guilt which this breach of faith might otherwise bring upon the state, might be expiated by transferring the curse on him, who was the occasion of it. Of those who passed the Rhine, there were four hundred thousand cut off; those few who escaped were sheltered by the Sugambri, a people of Germany. Caesar took hold of this pretense to invade the Germans, being at the same time ambitious of the honor of being the first man that should pass the Rhine with an army. He carried a bridge across it, though it was very wide, and the current at that particular point very full, strong, and violent, bringing down with its waters trunks of trees, and other lumber, which much shook and weakened the foundations of his bridge. But he drove great piles of wood into the bottom of the river above the passage, to catch and stop these as they floated down, and thus fixing his bridle upon the stream, successfully finished this bridge, which no one who saw could believe to be the work but of ten days.
After this, Caesar returned to his troops in Gaul, where he found the region embroiled in a dangerous war, as two powerful German tribes had recently crossed the Rhine to conquer it: one called the Usipes and the other the Tenteritae. In his commentaries, Caesar recounts that the barbarians sent ambassadors to negotiate with him, but during the talks, they ambushed him while he was on the move, managing to defeat five thousand of his cavalry, who were taken by surprise, with just eight hundred of their own men. Later, they sent more ambassadors to engage in the same deceitful tactics, but he detained them and led his army against the barbarians, believing it foolish to honor agreements with those who had betrayed their commitments. Tanusius reports that when the Senate called for festivals and sacrifices in celebration of this victory, Cato expressed his belief that Caesar should be handed over to the barbarians to atone for the guilt that the breach of faith could bring upon the state, effectively transferring the blame to him, as he was the cause of it. From those who crossed the Rhine, four hundred thousand were killed; the few who managed to escape found refuge with the Sugambri, a German tribe. Caesar seized on this pretext to invade the Germans, hoping to be the first to lead an army across the Rhine. He built a bridge over it, despite the river being wide and the current at that point being strong and swift, carrying logs and other debris that shook and weakened the bridge’s foundations. However, he drove large wooden piles into the riverbed upstream to catch and stop the debris as it floated down, successfully securing the bridge, which, to anyone who saw it, appeared to be completed in just ten days.
In the passage of his army over it, he met with no opposition; the Suevi themselves, who are the most warlike people of all Germany, flying with their effects into the deepest and most densely wooded valleys. When he had burnt all the enemy’s country, and encouraged those who embraced the Roman interest, he went back into Gaul, after eighteen days’ stay in Germany. But his expedition into Britain was the most famous testimony of his courage. For he was the first who brought a navy into the western ocean, or who sailed into the Atlantic with an army to make war; and by invading an island, the reported extent of which had made its existence a matter of controversy among historians, many of whom questioned whether it were not a mere name and fiction, not a real place, he might be said to have carried the Roman empire beyond the limits of the known world. He passed thither twice from that part of Gaul which lies over against it, and in several battles which he fought, did more hurt to the enemy than service to himself, for the islanders were so miserably poor, that they had nothing worth being plundered of. When he found himself unable to put such an end to the war as he wished, he was content to take hostages from the king, and to impose a tribute, and then quitted the island. At his arrival in Gaul, he found letters which lay ready to be conveyed over the water to him from his friends at Rome, announcing his daughter’s death, who died in labor of a child by Pompey. Caesar and Pompey both were much afflicted with her death, nor were their friends less disturbed, believing that the alliance was now broken, which had hitherto kept the sickly commonwealth in peace, for the child also died within a few days after the mother. The people took the body of Julia, in spite of the opposition of the tribunes, and carried it into the field of Mars, and there her funeral rites were performed, and her remains are laid.
As his army moved through the region, he faced no resistance; the Suevi, known as the most aggressive group in all of Germany, fled with their possessions into the deepest, densest forests. After he burned the enemy's territory and encouraged those who supported the Roman side, he returned to Gaul, having spent eighteen days in Germany. However, his expedition to Britain is what really showcased his bravery. He was the first to bring a navy into the western ocean and to sail into the Atlantic with an army for war. By invading an island whose size had sparked debate among historians—many of whom wondered if it was just a name or a myth and not a real place—he can be seen as having extended the Roman Empire beyond the known world. He made the crossing twice from the part of Gaul facing the island, and in several battles, he caused more damage to the enemy than he gained for himself, since the islanders were so incredibly poor that they had nothing to loot. When he realized he couldn't end the war in the way he wanted, he settled for taking hostages from the king and imposing a tribute before leaving the island. Upon his return to Gaul, he received letters from his friends in Rome, waiting to be delivered to him, informing him of his daughter’s death during childbirth with Pompey. Both Caesar and Pompey were greatly affected by her death, and their friends were equally troubled, fearing that the alliance that had maintained peace in the fragile republic was now broken, especially since the child also died just days after the mother. Despite the tribunes' objections, the people took Julia's body and brought it to the Field of Mars, where her funeral rites were held, and her remains were laid to rest.
Caesar’s army was now grown very numerous, so that he was forced to disperse them into various camps for their winter-quarters, and he having gone himself to Italy as he used to do, in his absence a general outbreak throughout the whole of Gaul commenced, and large armies marched about the country, and attacked the Roman quarters, and attempted to make themselves masters of the forts where they lay. The greatest and strongest party of the rebels, under the command of Abriorix, cut off Costa and Titurius with all their men, while a force sixty thousand strong besieged the legion under the command of Cicero, and had almost taken it by storm, the Roman soldiers being all wounded, and having quite spent themselves by a defense beyond their natural strength. But Caesar, who was at a great distance, having received the news, quickly got together seven thousand men, and hastened to relieve Cicero. The besiegers were aware of it, and went to meet him, with great confidence that they should easily overpower such an handful of men. Caesar, to increase their presumption, seemed to avoid fighting, and still marched off, till he found a place conveniently situated for a few to engage against many, where he encamped. He kept his soldiers from making any attack upon the enemy, and commanded them to raise the ramparts higher, and barricade the gates, that by show of fear, they might heighten the enemy’s contempt of them. Till at last they came without any order in great security to make an assault, when he issued forth, and put them to flight with the loss of many men.
Caesar’s army had grown very large, so he had to spread them out into different camps for the winter. He went to Italy like he usually did, and while he was away, a major uprising broke out across all of Gaul. Large rebel armies moved through the area, attacking the Roman camps and trying to seize the forts where the Roman soldiers were stationed. The strongest rebel faction, led by Ambiorix, ambushed Costa and Titurius along with all their men, while a force of sixty thousand laid siege to the legion commanded by Cicero, nearly overpowering it after the Roman soldiers were wounded and exhausted from defending themselves beyond their limits. However, Caesar, who was quite far away, quickly gathered seven thousand men and rushed to help Cicero. The besiegers noticed this and confidently set out to confront him, thinking they would easily defeat such a small number of troops. To play into their overconfidence, Caesar pretended to avoid engagement and continued to march until he found a strategically advantageous spot for a smaller force to take on a larger one, where he set up camp. He kept his soldiers from attacking the enemy and instructed them to build up their defenses and barricade the gates, creating an impression of fear to increase the rebels' contempt for them. Eventually, the rebels, feeling secure and disorganized, launched an assault, at which point Caesar emerged and routed them, inflicting heavy losses.
This quieted the greater part of the commotions in these parts of Gaul, and Caesar, in the course of the winter, visited every part of the country, and with great vigilance took precautions against all innovations. For there were three legions now come to him to supply the place of the men he had lost, of which Pompey furnished him with two, out of those under his command; the other was newly raised in the part of Gaul by the Po. But in a while the seeds of war, which had long since been secretly sown and scattered by the most powerful men in those warlike nations, broke forth into the greatest and most dangerous war that ever was in those parts, both as regards the number of men in the vigor of their youth who were gathered and armed from all quarters, the vast funds of money collected to maintain it, the strength of the towns, and the difficulty of the country where it was carried on. It being winter, the rivers were frozen, the woods covered with snow, and the level country flooded, so that in some places the ways were lost through the depth of the snow; in others, the overflowing of marshes and streams made every kind of passage uncertain. All which difficulties made it seem impracticable for Caesar to make any attempt upon the insurgents. Many tribes had revolted together, the chief of them being the Arverni and Carnutini ; the general who had the supreme command in war was Vergentorix, whose father the Gauls had put to death on suspicion of his aiming at absolute government.
This calmed most of the unrest in this part of Gaul, and Caesar, during the winter, traveled throughout the country, taking careful measures against any changes. He had three legions now to replace the soldiers he had lost; two of them were provided by Pompey from those under his command, while the other was newly raised in the area of Gaul by the Po River. However, soon the seeds of war, which had been quietly sown and spread by the most powerful leaders in those martial tribes, erupted into the greatest and most dangerous conflict ever seen in those regions, both due to the large number of young men gathered and armed from all sides, the substantial funds collected to support it, the strength of the towns, and the challenges posed by the terrain. Since it was winter, the rivers were frozen, the woods were covered in snow, and the lowlands were flooded, making some paths completely lost under deep snow, while in other areas, the overflow from marshes and streams rendered all routes uncertain. These challenges made it seem nearly impossible for Caesar to take action against the rebels. Many tribes had banded together in revolt, most notably the Arverni and Carnutini; the commander in charge of the war was Vergentorix, whose father had been executed by the Gauls out of suspicion that he sought absolute power.
He having disposed his army in several bodies, and set officers over them, drew over to him all the country round about as far as those that lie upon the Arar, and having intelligence of the opposition which Caesar now experienced at Rome, thought to engage all Gaul in the war. Which if he had done a little later, when Caesar was taken up with the civil wars, Italy had been put into as great a terror as before it was by the Cimbri. But Caesar, who above all men was gifted with the faculty of making the right use of everything in war, and most especially of seizing the right moment, as soon as he heard of the revolt, returned immediately the same way he went, and showed the barbarians, by the quickness of his march in such a severe season, that an army was advancing against them which was invincible. For in the time that one would have thought it scarce credible that a courier or express should have come with a message from him, he himself appeared with all his army, ravaging the country, reducing their posts, subduing their towns, receiving into his protection those who declared for him. Till at last the Edui, who hitherto had styled themselves brethren to the Romans, and had been much honored by them, declared against him, and joined the rebels, to the great discouragement of his army. Accordingly he removed thence, and passed the country of the Lingones, desiring to reach the territories of the Sequani, who were his friends, and who lay like a bulwark in front of Italy against the other tribes of Gaul. There the enemy came upon him, and surrounded him with many myriads, whom he also was eager to engage; and at last, after some time and with much slaughter, gained on the whole a complete victory; though at first he appears to have met with some reverse, and the Aruveni show you a small sword hanging up in a temple, which they say was taken from Caesar. Caesar saw this afterwards himself, and smiled, and when his friends advised it should be taken down, would not permit it, because he looked upon it as consecrated.
Having arranged his army into different groups and appointed officers over them, he drew in all the surrounding territory as far as those near the Arar. With news of the opposition Caesar was facing in Rome, he planned to rally all of Gaul to join the war. If he had acted a bit later, while Caesar was occupied with civil wars, Italy would have faced the same level of fear it did during the Cimbri invasion. But Caesar, who was exceptionally skilled at utilizing everything effectively in war, especially at seizing the right moment, returned immediately upon hearing of the revolt. He demonstrated to the barbarians, through the speed of his march during such harsh conditions, that an unstoppable army was advancing against them. Just when it seemed unlikely that a messenger could have arrived from him, he appeared with his entire army, plundering the land, taking down their defenses, conquering their towns, and offering protection to those who supported him. Eventually, the Edui, who had previously referred to themselves as allies of the Romans and had been greatly esteemed by them, turned against him and joined the rebels, which greatly demoralized his troops. Consequently, he moved on and passed through the territory of the Lingones, aiming to reach the lands of the Sequani, his allies, who acted as a protective barrier in front of Italy against the other Gallic tribes. There, the enemy attacked and surrounded him with numerous forces, which he was eager to confront. After some time, and with significant loss of life, he achieved a decisive victory, although at first, he seemed to have faced some setbacks. The Aruveni still show a small sword hanging in a temple that they claim was taken from Caesar. Caesar later saw this himself and smiled, and when his friends suggested it be removed, he refused, seeing it as something sacred.
After the defeat a great part of those who had escaped, fled with their king into a town called Alesia, which Caesar besieged, though the height of the walls, and number of those who defended them, made it appear impregnable; and meantime, from without the walls, he was assailed by a greater danger than can be expressed. For the choice men of Gaul, picked out of each nation, and well armed, came to relieve Alesia, to the number of three hundred thousand; nor were there in the town less than one hundred and seventy thousand. So that Caesar being shut up betwixt two such forces, was compelled to protect himself by two walls, one towards the town, the other against the relieving army, as knowing it these forces should join, his affairs would be entirely ruined. The danger that he underwent before Alesia, justly gained him great honor on many accounts, and gave him an opportunity of showing greater instances of his valor and conduct than any other contest had done. One wonders much how he should be able to engage and defeat so many thousands of men without the town, and not be perceived by those within, but yet more, that the Romans themselves, who guarded their wall which was next the town, should be strangers to it. For even they knew nothing of the victory, till they heard the cries of the men and lamentations of the women who were in the town, and had from thence seen the Romans at a distance carrying into their camp a great quantity of bucklers, adorned with gold and silver, many breastplates stained with blood, besides cups and tents made in the Gallic fashion. So soon did so vast an army dissolve and vanish like a ghost or dream, the greatest part of them being killed upon the spot. Those who were in Alesia, having given themselves and Caesar much trouble, surrendered at last; and Vergentorix, who was the chief spring of all the war, putting his best armor on, and adorning his horse, rode out of the gates, and made a turn about Caesar as he was sitting, then quitted his horse, threw off his armor, and remained seated quietly at Caesar’s feet until he was led away to be reserved for the triumph.
After their defeat, many of those who had escaped fled with their king to a town called Alesia, which Caesar besieged, even though the height of its walls and the number of defenders made it seem unbeatable. Meanwhile, he faced an even greater danger from outside the walls. The best warriors from Gaul, selected from each tribe and heavily armed, came to support Alesia, numbering around three hundred thousand; inside the town, there were at least one hundred seventy thousand. Trapped between these two forces, Caesar had to protect himself with two walls—one facing the town and the other against the relieving army—knowing that if they joined forces, his situation would be completely hopeless. The peril he faced at Alesia earned him immense honor for various reasons and allowed him to display more of his bravery and strategic skill than any other battle had. It’s astonishing how he managed to engage and defeat so many thousands outside the town without the garrison inside noticing, and even more surprising that the Romans guarding the wall facing the town were unaware of it. They didn’t know about the victory until they heard the cries of the men and the wails of the women in town, who had seen the Romans in the distance bringing back a large number of shields decorated with gold and silver, many blood-stained breastplates, as well as cups and tents made in the Gallic style. Just as quickly, this massive army dissolved and vanished like a ghost or a dream, most of them killed right there. Those inside Alesia, after much trouble for themselves and Caesar, finally surrendered. Vergentorix, the main instigator of the war, put on his finest armor and adorned his horse, rode out of the gates, circled around Caesar as he sat, then dismounted, took off his armor, and sat quietly at Caesar’s feet until he was led away to be kept for the triumph.
Caesar had long ago resolved upon the overthrow of Pompey, as had Pompey, for that matter, upon his. For Crassus, the fear of whom had hitherto kept them in peace, having now been killed in Parthia, if the one of them wished to make himself the greatest man in Rome, he had only to overthrow the other; and if he again wished to prevent his own fall, he had nothing for it but to be beforehand with him whom he feared. Pompey had not been long under any such apprehensions, having till lately despised Caesar, as thinking it no difficult matter to put down him whom he himself had advanced. But Caesar had entertained this design from the beginning against his rivals, and had retired, like an expert wrestler, to prepare himself apart for the combat. Making the Gallic wars his exercise-ground, he had at once improved the strength of his soldiery, and had heightened his own glory by his great actions, so that he was looked on as one who might challenge comparison with Pompey. Nor did he let go any of those advantages which were now given him both by Pompey himself and the times, and the ill government of Rome, where all who were candidates for offices publicly gave money, and without any shame bribed the people, who having received their pay, did not contend for their benefactors with their bare suffrages, but with bows, swords, and slings. So that after having many times stained the place of election with the blood of men killed upon the spot, they left the city at last without a government at all, to be carried about like a ship without a pilot to steer her; while all who had any wisdom could only be thankful if a course of such wild and stormy disorder and madness might end no worse than in a monarchy. Some were so bold as to declare openly, that the government was incurable but by a monarchy, and that they ought to take that remedy from the hands of the gentlest physician, meaning Pompey, who, though in words he pretended to decline it, yet in reality made his utmost efforts to be declared dictator. Cato perceiving his design, prevailed with the senate to make him sole consul, that with the offer of a more legal sort of monarchy he might be withheld from demanding the dictatorship. They over and above voted him the continuance of his provinces, for he had two, Spain and all Africa, which he governed by his lieutenants, and maintained armies under him, at the yearly charge of a thousand talents out of the public treasury.
Caesar had long decided to bring down Pompey, just as Pompey had decided to take him down. With Crassus—who had kept them at peace until now—having been killed in Parthia, if either of them wanted to be the most powerful person in Rome, they just needed to defeat the other. If one wanted to avoid falling from power, they had to act first against the one they feared. Pompey hadn't worried about this for long, as he recently dismissed Caesar, thinking it would be easy to eliminate someone he had once supported. However, Caesar had been plotting against his rivals from the start and had withdrawn like a skilled wrestler to prepare for the fight. He used the Gallic wars as his training ground, which not only strengthened his soldiers but also enhanced his own reputation through his remarkable achievements, making him someone who could compete with Pompey. He didn't miss any of the advantages provided to him by both Pompey and the current chaotic times, along with the poor governance of Rome. Candidates for public office openly bribed the people without shame, and those who accepted the pay didn't just vote for their benefactors but supported them with weapons. After many violent elections stained with blood, they eventually left the city completely ungoverned, like a ship adrift without a captain. Those with any sense could only hope that the wild madness would resolve itself into a monarchy. Some were so bold as to openly state that the government could only be fixed by a monarchy and that they should trust this remedy to the gentlest physician, referring to Pompey, who, while publicly declining such power, was actually doing everything he could to be declared dictator. Cato recognized his intentions and convinced the senate to make him sole consul, hoping that by offering a more lawful form of monarchy, they could prevent him from seeking the dictatorship. They also voted for the extension of his provincial governorships, as he managed two—Spain and all of Africa—through his lieutenants and maintained armies at an annual cost of a thousand talents from the public treasury.
Upon this Caesar also sent and petitioned for the consulship, and the continuance of his provinces. Pompey at first did not stir in it, but Marcellus and Lentulus opposed it, who had always hated Caesar, and now did every thing, whether fit or unfit, which might disgrace and affront him. For they took away the privilege of Roman citizens from the people of New Comum, who were a colony that Caesar had lately planted in Gaul; and Marcellus, who was then consul, ordered one of the senators of that town, then at Rome, to be whipped, and told him he laid that mark upon him to signify he was no citizen of Rome, bidding him, when he went back again, to show it to Caesar. After Marcellus’s consulship, Caesar began to lavish gifts upon all the public men out of the riches he had taken from the Gauls; discharged Curio, the tribune, from his great debts; gave Paulus, then consul, fifteen hundred talents, with which he built the noble court of justice adjoining the forum, to supply the place of that called the Fulvian. Pompey, alarmed at these preparations, now openly took steps, both by himself and his friends, to have a successor appointed in Caesar’s room, and sent to demand back the soldiers whom he had lent him to carry on the wars in Gaul. Caesar returned them, and made each soldier a present of two hundred and fifty drachmas. The officer who brought them home to Pompey, spread amongst the people no very fair or favorable report of Caesar, and flattered Pompey himself with false suggestions that he was wished for by Caesar’s army; and though his affairs here were in some embarrassment through the envy of some, and the ill state of the government, yet there the army was at his command, and if they once crossed into Italy, would presently declare for him; so weary were they of Caesar’s endless expeditions, and so suspicious of his designs for a monarchy. Upon this Pompey grew presumptuous, and neglected all warlike preparations, as fearing no danger, and used no other means against him than mere speeches and votes, for which Caesar cared nothing. And one of his captains, it is said, who was sent by him to Rome, standing before the senate-house one day, and being told that the senate would not give Caesar a longer time in his government, clapped his hand on the hilt of his sword, and said, “But this shall.”
Caesar then sent a request for the consulship and to keep his provinces. Pompey initially didn’t react, but Marcellus and Lentulus, who had always disliked Caesar, did everything they could to embarrass and insult him. They stripped the people of New Comum, a colony that Caesar had recently founded in Gaul, of their Roman citizenship. Marcellus, who was consul at the time, ordered one of their senators, who was in Rome, to be whipped and told him that this punishment marked him as no citizen of Rome, instructing him to show it to Caesar when he returned. After Marcellus’s term as consul ended, Caesar began generously giving gifts to public figures, using the wealth he acquired from the Gauls. He relieved Curio, a tribune, of his significant debts, and gave Paulus, then consul, fifteen hundred talents, which he used to build the grand court of justice next to the forum, replacing the Fulvian one. Alarmed by these actions, Pompey openly took steps through himself and his allies to appoint a successor to replace Caesar and requested the return of the soldiers he had lent for the wars in Gaul. Caesar returned them and gifted each soldier two hundred and fifty drachmas. The officer who brought them back to Pompey didn’t deliver a favorable report about Caesar and flattered Pompey with false claims that Caesar’s army preferred him. Although Caesar’s situation was somewhat complicated by envy and poor governance, the army was still under his command, and if they crossed into Italy, they would likely support him, weary of Caesar’s endless campaigns and suspicious of his ambitions for power. This led Pompey to become arrogant, neglecting military preparations because he felt no threat, relying only on speeches and votes, which Caesar dismissed. It’s said that one of his captains, sent by him to Rome, stood before the senate-house one day and, upon hearing that the senate wouldn’t allow Caesar more time in his governorship, placed his hand on the hilt of his sword and declared, “But this shall.”
Yet the demands which Caesar made had the fairest colors of equity imaginable. For he proposed to lay down his arms, and that Pompey should do the same, and both together should become private men, and each expect a reward of his services from the public. For that those who proposed to disarm him, and at the same time to confirm Pompey in all the power he held, were simply establishing the one in the tyranny which they accused the other of aiming at. When Curio made these proposals to the people in Caesar’s name, he was loudly applauded, and some threw garlands towards him, and dismissed him as they do successful wrestlers, crowned with flowers. Antony, being tribune, produced a letter sent from Caesar on this occasion, and read it, though the consuls did what they could to oppose it. But Scipio, Pompey’s father-in-law, proposed in the senate, that if Caesar did not lay down his arms within such a time, he should be voted an enemy; and the consuls putting it to the question, whether Pompey should dismiss his soldiers, and again, whether Caesar should disband his, very few assented to the first, but almost all to the latter. But Antony proposing again, that both should lay down their commissions, all but a very few agreed to it. Scipio was upon this very violent, and Lentulus the consul cried aloud, that they had need of arms, and not of suffrages, against a robber; so that the senators for the present adjourned, and appeared in mourning as a mark of their grief for the dissension.
Yet the demands Caesar made sounded reasonable and fair. He suggested that he would lay down his weapons, and that Pompey should do the same, so they could both become private citizens and expect to be rewarded for their service by the public. Those who wanted to disarm him while keeping Pompey in all his power were essentially putting one in the position of tyranny that they accused the other of pursuing. When Curio presented these ideas to the people in Caesar's name, he received loud applause, and some threw garlands at him, sending him off like a victorious wrestler, crowned with flowers. Antony, as tribune, brought forward a letter from Caesar regarding this matter and read it aloud, even though the consuls tried to block it. Scipio, Pompey’s father-in-law, then suggested in the senate that if Caesar did not disarm within a certain timeframe, he should be declared an enemy. When the consuls asked whether Pompey should dismiss his soldiers, and again whether Caesar should disband his troops, very few supported the first idea, but nearly everyone agreed to the latter. However, when Antony proposed that both should resign their commissions, almost everyone except a few agreed. Scipio reacted violently to this, and Lentulus, the consul, shouted that they needed weapons, not votes, to deal with a thief. As a result, the senators chose to adjourn for the moment and appeared in mourning to show their sorrow over the conflict.
Afterwards there came other letters from Caesar, which seemed yet more moderate, for he proposed to quit everything else, and only to retain Gaul within the Alps, Illyricum, and two legions, till he should stand a second time for consul. Cicero, the orator, who was lately returned from Cilicia, endeavored to reconcile differences, and softened Pompey, who was willing to comply in other things, but not to allow him the soldiers. At last Cicero used his persuasions with Caesar’s friends to accept of the provinces, and six thousand soldiers only, and so to make up the quarrel. And Pompey was inclined to give way to this, but Lentulus, the consul, would not hearken to it, but drove Antony and Curio out of the senate-house with insults, by which he afforded Caesar the most plausible pretense that could be, and one which he could readily use to inflame the soldiers, by showing them two persons of such repute and authority, who were forced to escape in a hired carriage in the dress of slaves. For so they were glad to disguise themselves, when they fled out of Rome.
After that, more letters arrived from Caesar that seemed even more moderate, as he suggested giving up everything else and just keeping Gaul within the Alps, Illyricum, and two legions until he ran for consul again. Cicero, the orator who had just returned from Cilicia, tried to mediate the conflicts and calmed Pompey, who was willing to agree on other points but refused to give him the soldiers. Eventually, Cicero convinced Caesar’s allies to accept the provinces and only six thousand soldiers to resolve the dispute. Pompey was open to this, but Lentulus, the consul, wouldn’t listen and insulted Antony and Curio, forcing them out of the senate house. This gave Caesar the best excuse possible, which he could easily use to rally the soldiers by showing them two prominent figures who had to flee in a hired carriage dressed as slaves. They had gladly disguised themselves this way when escaping from Rome.
There were not about him at that time above three hundred horse, and five thousand foot; for the rest of his army, which was left behind the Alps, was to be brought after him by officers who had received orders for that purpose. But he thought the first motion towards the design which he had on foot did not require large forces at present, and that what was wanted was to make this first step suddenly, and so as to astound his enemies with the boldness of it; as it would be easier, he thought, to throw them into consternation by doing what they never anticipated, than fairly to conquer them, if he had alarmed them by his preparations. And therefore, he commanded his captains and other officers to go only with their swords in their hands, without any other arms, and make themselves masters of Ariminum, a large city of Gaul, with as little disturbance and bloodshed as possible. He committed the care of these forces to Hortensius, and himself spent the day in public as a stander-by and spectator of the gladiators, who exercised before him. A little before night he attended to his person, and then went into the hall, and conversed for some time with those he had invited to supper, till it began to grow dusk, when he rose from table, and made his excuses to the company, begging them to stay till he came back, having already given private directions to a few immediate friends, that they should follow him, not all the same way, but some one way, some another. He himself got into one of the hired carriages, and drove at first another way, but presently turned towards Ariminum. When he came to the river Rubicon, which parts Gaul within the Alps from the rest of Italy, his thoughts began to work, now he was just entering upon the danger, and he wavered much in his mind, when he considered the greatness of the enterprise into which he was throwing himself. He checked his course, and ordered a halt, while he revolved with himself, and often changed his opinion one way and the other, without speaking a word. This was when his purposes fluctuated most; presently he also discussed the matter with his friends who were about him, (of which number Asinius Pollio was one,) computing how many calamities his passing that river would bring upon mankind, and what a relation of it would be transmitted to posterity. At last, in a sort of passion, casting aside calculation, and abandoning himself to what might come, and using the proverb frequently in their mouths who enter upon dangerous and bold attempts, “The die is cast,” with these words he took the river. Once over, he used all expedition possible, and before it was day reached Ariminum, and took it. It is said that the night before he passed the river, he had an impious dream, that he was unnaturally familiar with his own mother.
At that time, he had only about three hundred cavalry and five thousand infantry with him; the rest of his army, left behind the Alps, was to be brought up by officers he had instructed. He believed that the initial move in his plan didn’t need a large force and that it was more important to act quickly to surprise his enemies with his boldness. He thought it would be easier to create panic in them by doing something they never expected rather than to defeat them if they were already on guard due to his preparations. So, he ordered his captains and officers to go with only their swords, without any other weapons, and to take control of Ariminum, a major city in Gaul, with minimal disruption and bloodshed. He entrusted these forces to Hortensius and spent the day in public, watching the gladiators perform. Just before nightfall, he got himself ready and then entered the hall, talking for a while with his dinner guests until it started to get dark. He then excused himself from the table, asking them to wait for him to return, having already instructed a few close friends to follow him, but not all in the same way—some would go one way, some another. He climbed into one of the rented carriages, initially taking a different route but soon headed towards Ariminum. When he reached the river Rubicon, which separates Gaul within the Alps from the rest of Italy, he started to hesitate as he was about to enter a dangerous situation. He paused and ordered a stop while he wrestled with his thoughts, changing his mind several times without saying anything. This was when his resolve was at its weakest; soon, he discussed the situation with his friends, including Asinius Pollio, calculating the potential disasters his crossing of the river could cause for humanity and what future generations would hear about it. Finally, in a fit of determination, casting aside his calculations and surrendering to whatever might happen, he used the saying often repeated by those who embark on risky ventures, “The die is cast,” and with those words, he crossed the river. Once across, he hurried as fast as possible and reached Ariminum before dawn, capturing it. It’s said that the night before he crossed the river, he had an unsettling dream in which he was inappropriately close with his own mother.
As soon as Ariminum was taken, wide gates, so to say, were thrown open, to let in war upon every land alike and sea, and with the limits of the province, the boundaries of the laws were transgressed. Nor would one have thought that, as at other times, the mere men and women fled from one town of Italy to another in their consternation, but that the very towns themselves left their sites, and fled for succor to each other. The city of Rome was overrun as it were with a deluge, by the conflux of people flying in from all the neighboring places. Magistrates could no longer govern, nor the eloquence of any orator quiet it; it was all but suffering shipwreck by the violence of its own tempestuous agitation. The most vehement contrary passions and impulses were at work everywhere. Nor did those who rejoiced at the prospect of the change altogether conceal their feelings, but when they met, as in so great a city they frequently must, with the alarmed and dejected of the other party, they provoked quarrels by their bold expressions of confidence in the event. Pompey, sufficiently disturbed of himself; was yet more perplexed by the clamors of others; some telling him that he justly suffered for having armed Caesar against himself and the government; others blaming him for permitting Caesar to be insolently used by Lentulus, when he made such ample concessions, and offered such reasonable proposals towards an accommodation. Favonius bade him now stamp upon the ground; for once talking big in the senate, he desired them not to trouble themselves about making any preparations for the war, for that he himself, with one stamp of his foot, would fill all Italy with soldiers. Yet still Pompey at that time had more forces than Caesar; but he was not permitted to pursue his own thoughts, but being continually disturbed with false reports and alarms, as if the enemy was close upon him and carrying all before him, he gave way, and let himself be borne down by the general cry. He put forth an edict declaring the city to be in a state of anarchy, and left it with orders that the senate should follow him, and that no one should stay behind who did not prefer tyranny to their country and liberty.
As soon as Ariminum was captured, it was like wide gates were opened, letting war sweep through every land and sea, crossing the borders of the province and breaking the laws. It wasn’t just ordinary people fleeing from one Italian town to another in panic; even the towns themselves abandoned their locations and sought safety with each other. The city of Rome was overwhelmed, like a flood, with the influx of people escaping from all the surrounding areas. The officials could no longer maintain order, and no eloquent speech could bring calm; the city was on the brink of disaster due to its own chaotic turmoil. Strong conflicting emotions and drives were everywhere. Those who were excited about the changes didn’t hide their feelings. When they came across the scared and defeated from the opposing side in such a large city—as they often did—they stirred up arguments with their bold confidence in the outcome. Pompey, already feeling uneasy, was even more troubled by the outcry from others; some accused him of justly suffering for having armed Caesar against himself and the government, while others criticized him for allowing Caesar to be treated disrespectfully by Lentulus, especially when he had made significant concessions and offered reasonable proposals for peace. Favonius urged Pompey to stamp his foot to assert control; during a moment of bravado in the senate, he insisted they shouldn’t worry about preparing for war because he could fill all of Italy with soldiers with just one stomp. Yet at that time, Pompey actually had more forces than Caesar, but he couldn’t focus on his own plans. Instead, he was constantly disturbed by false reports and alarms, making it seem like the enemy was on him and winning everything, which led him to yield and be overwhelmed by the collective panic. He issued a decree declaring the city in a state of anarchy, leaving with orders for the senate to follow him and that anyone who preferred tyranny over their country and liberty should not stay behind.
The consuls at once fled, without making even the usual sacrifices; so did most of the senators, carrying off their own goods in as much haste as if they had been robbing their neighbors. Some, who had formerly much favored Caesar’s cause, in the prevailing alarm, quitted their own sentiments, and without any prospect of good to themselves, were carried along by the common stream. It was a melancholy thing to see the city tossed in these tumults, like a ship given up by her pilots, and left to run, as chance guides her, upon any rock in her way. Yet, in spite of their sad condition, people still esteemed the place of their exile to be their country for Pompey’s sake, and fled from Rome, as if it had been Caesar’s camp. Labienus even, who had been one of Caesar’s nearest friends, and his lieutenant, and who had fought by him zealously in the Gallic wars, now deserted him, and went over to Pompey. Caesar sent all his money and equipage after him, and then sat down before Corfinium, which was garrisoned with thirty cohorts under the command of Domitius. He, in despair of maintaining the defense, requested a physician, whom he had among his attendants, to give him poison; and taking the dose, drank it, in hopes of being dispatched by it. But soon after, when he was told that Caesar showed the utmost clemency towards those he took prisoners, he lamented his misfortune, and blamed the hastiness of his resolution. His physician consoled him, by informing him that he had taken a sleeping draught, not a poison; upon which, much rejoiced, and rising from his bed, he went presently to Caesar, and gave him the pledge of his hand, yet afterwards again went over to Pompey. The report of these actions at Rome, quieted those who were there, and some who had fled thence returned.
The consuls immediately fled without even offering the usual sacrifices; most of the senators did the same, hurriedly grabbing their own belongings as if they were robbing their neighbors. Some who had previously supported Caesar’s cause abandoned their beliefs in the widespread panic and were swept along with the crowd, without any hope of benefit to themselves. It was a sad sight to see the city tossed about in such chaos, like a ship abandoned by its crew, left to drift aimlessly towards any rocks in its path. Yet, despite their grim situation, people still considered the places they fled to as their true homeland for Pompey’s sake and left Rome as if it were Caesar’s camp. Labienus, who had been one of Caesar’s closest friends and a lieutenant, and who had fought zealously alongside him in the Gallic wars, now deserted him and joined Pompey. Caesar sent all of his money and belongings after Labienus and then laid siege to Corfinium, which was held by thirty cohorts under Domitius's command. Despairing of holding the defense, Domitius asked a physician among his attendants for poison; when he took the dose, he drank it, hoping it would kill him. But soon after, when he learned that Caesar showed the utmost mercy towards his prisoners, he regretted his misfortune and blamed his hasty decision. His physician comforted him by revealing that he had taken a sleeping potion, not poison; upon hearing this, he was overjoyed and got out of bed to go to Caesar, offering him his hand in a pledge, but afterward returned to Pompey. The news of these events in Rome calmed those who were there, and some who had fled returned.
Caesar took into his army Domitius’s soldiers, as he did all those whom he found in any town enlisted for Pompey’s service. Being now strong and formidable enough, he advanced against Pompey himself, who did not stay to receive him, but fled to Brundisium, having sent the consuls before with a body of troops to Dyrrhachium. Soon after, upon Caesar’s approach, he set to sea, as shall be more particularly related in his Life. Caesar would have immediately pursued him, but wanted shipping, and therefore went back to Rome, having made himself master of all Italy without bloodshed in the space of sixty days. When he came thither, he found the city more quiet than he expected, and many senators present, to whom he addressed himself with courtesy and deference, desiring them to send to Pompey about any reasonable accommodations towards a peace. But nobody complied with this proposal; whether out of fear of Pompey, whom they had deserted, or that they thought Caesar did not mean what he said, but thought it his interest to talk plausibly. Afterwards, when Metellus, the tribune, would have hindered him from taking money out of the public treasure, and adduced some laws against it, Caesar replied, that arms and laws had each their own time; “If what I do displeases you, leave the place; war allows no free talking. When I have laid down my arms, and made peace, come back and make what speeches you please. And this,” he added, “I tell you in diminution of my own just right, as indeed you and all others who have appeared against me and are now in my power, may be treated as I please.” Having said this to Metellus, he went to the doors of the treasury, and the keys being not to be found, sent for smiths to force them open. Metellus again making resistance, and some encouraging him in it, Caesar, in a louder tone, told him he would put him to death, if he gave him any further disturbance. “And this,” said he, “you know, young man, is more disagreeable for me to say, than to do.” These words made Metellus withdraw for fear, and obtained speedy execution henceforth for all orders that Caesar gave for procuring necessaries for the war.
Caesar brought in Domitius’s soldiers, along with everyone else he found in any town enlisted for Pompey’s side. Now strong and powerful enough, he moved against Pompey, who didn’t wait to confront him but escaped to Brundisium, sending the consuls ahead with a group of troops to Dyrrhachium. Soon after, when Caesar got closer, Pompey took to the sea, as will be detailed in his Life. Caesar would have chased him immediately, but he lacked ships, so he returned to Rome, having taken control of all of Italy without any bloodshed in just sixty days. When he arrived there, he found the city calmer than he had expected, with many senators present, to whom he spoke with politeness and respect, asking them to contact Pompey about any reasonable terms for peace. However, no one agreed to this suggestion, either out of fear of Pompey, whom they had abandoned, or because they thought Caesar wasn’t sincere and was just pretending to seek peace for his own benefit. Later, when Metellus, the tribune, tried to stop him from taking money from the public treasury and cited some laws against it, Caesar responded that arms and laws each have their own timing: “If you don’t like what I’m doing, leave the room; war doesn’t allow for free speech. When I’ve laid down my arms and made peace, you can come back and speak as you wish. And this,” he added, “I say in recognition of my own rightful position, as you and all others who have opposed me and are now under my control can be dealt with as I see fit.” After saying this to Metellus, he went to the treasury doors, and since the keys couldn't be found, he called for blacksmiths to break them open. Metellus resisted again, with some encouraging him, and Caesar, raising his voice, told him he would kill him if he continued to cause trouble. “And this,” he said, “you know, young man, is more unpleasant for me to say than to do.” These words scared Metellus away, and from that point on, Caesar’s orders to procure necessary supplies for the war were carried out without delay.
He was now proceeding to Spain, with the determination of first crushing Afranius and Varro, Pompey’s lieutenants, and making himself master of the armies and provinces under them, that he might then more securely advance against Pompey, when he had no enemy left behind him. In this expedition his person was often in danger from ambuscades, and his army by want of provisions, yet he did not desist from pursuing the enemy, provoking them to fight, and hemming them with his fortifications, till by main force he made himself master of their camps and their forces. Only the generals got off, and fled to Pompey.
He was now heading to Spain, determined to first defeat Afranius and Varro, Pompey’s lieutenants, and take control of their armies and territories, so that he could then move against Pompey without any enemies behind him. During this campaign, he often faced danger from ambushes, and his army struggled with a lack of supplies, yet he continued to pursue the enemy, challenging them to fight and surrounding them with his fortifications, until he forcefully took over their camps and troops. Only the generals managed to escape and fled to Pompey.
When Caesar came back to Rome, Piso, his father-in-law, advised him to send men to Pompey, to treat of a peace; but Isauricus, to ingratiate himself with Caesar, spoke against it. After this, being created dictator by the senate, he called home the exiles, and gave back then rights as citizens to the children of those who had suffered under Sylla; he relieved the debtors by an act remitting some part of the interest on their debts, and passed some other measures of the same sort, but not many. For within eleven days he resigned his dictatorship, and having declared himself consul, with Servilius Isauricus, hastened again to the war. He marched so fast, that he left all his army behind him, except six hundred chosen horse, and five legions, with which he put to sea in the very middle of winter, about the beginning of the month January, (which corresponds pretty nearly with the Athenian month Posideon,) and having past the Ionian Sea, took Oricum and Apollonia, and then sent back the ships to Brundisium, to bring over the soldiers who were left behind in the march. They, while yet on the march, their bodies now no longer in the full vigor of youth, and they themselves weary with such a multitude of wars, could not but exclaim against Caesar, “When at last, and where, will this Caesar let us be quiet? He carries us from place to place, and uses us as if we were not to be worn out, and had no sense of labor. Even our iron itself is spent by blows, and we ought to have some pity on our bucklers and breastplates, which have been used so long. Our wounds, if nothing else, should make him see that we are mortal men, whom he commands, subject to the same pains and sufferings as other human beings. The very gods themselves cannot force the winter season, or hinder the storms in their time; yet he pushes forward, as if he were not pursuing, but flying from an enemy.” So they talked as they marched leisurely towards Brundisium. But when they came thither, and found Caesar gone off before them, their feelings changed, and they blamed themselves as traitors to their general. They now railed at their officers for marching so slowly, and placing themselves on the heights overlooking the sea towards Epirus, they kept watch to see if they could espy the vessels which were to transport them to Caesar.
When Caesar returned to Rome, Piso, his father-in-law, suggested he send people to Pompey to discuss peace. However, Isauricus, wanting to win Caesar's favor, opposed this idea. After this, Caesar was appointed dictator by the senate, and he invited back the exiles, restoring the rights of citizenship to the children of those who had suffered under Sylla. He eased the burden on debtors by passing a law to reduce some of the interest on their debts, along with a few similar measures, but not many. Just eleven days later, he gave up his dictatorship and declared himself consul along with Servilius Isauricus, then rushed back to the war. He moved so quickly that he left most of his army behind, taking only six hundred elite cavalry and five legions with him as he set sail in the middle of winter, at the start of January (which roughly aligns with the Athenian month Posideon). After crossing the Ionian Sea, he captured Oricum and Apollonia, then sent the ships back to Brundisium to fetch the soldiers he had left behind during the march. The troops, now tired and no longer youthful, were weary from numerous wars and couldn’t help but complain about Caesar, saying, “When will this Caesar let us rest? He keeps moving us around, treating us like we’re indestructible and don’t understand fatigue. Even our weapons are wearing out from use, and we should get some mercy for our shields and armor, which have been in action for so long. Our wounds should remind him that we’re mortal, just like everyone else. Even the gods can’t change the winter or stop storms, yet he continues like he’s fleeing from an enemy rather than leading us.” As they leisurely marched toward Brundisium, they spoke like this. But when they arrived and found that Caesar had left before them, their attitudes changed, and they felt they had betrayed their general. They then criticized their officers for their slow pace and, after positioning themselves on the heights overlooking the sea toward Epirus, kept watch to see if they could spot the ships coming to take them to Caesar.
He in the meantime was posted in Apollonia, but had not an army with him able to fight the enemy, the forces from Brundisium being so long in coming, which put him to great suspense and embarrassment what to do. At last he resolved upon a most hazardous experiment, and embarked, without anyone’s knowledge, in a boat of twelve oars, to cross over to Brundisium, though the sea was at that time covered with a vast fleet of the enemies. He got on board in the night time, in the dress of a slave, and throwing himself down like a person of no consequence, lay along at the bottom of the vessel. The river Anius was to carry them down to sea, and there used to blow a gentle gale every morning from the land, which made it calm at the mouth of the river, by driving the waves forward; but this night there had blown a strong wind from the sea, which overpowered that from the land, so that where the river met the influx of the sea-water and the opposition of the waves, it was extremely rough and angry; and the current was beaten back with such a violent swell, that the master of the boat could not make good his passage, but ordered his sailors to tack about and return. Caesar, upon this, discovers himself, and taking the man by the hand, who was surprised to see him there, said, “Go on, my friend, and fear nothing; you carry Caesar and his fortune in your boat.” The mariners, when they heard that, forgot the storm, and laying all their strength to their oars, did what they could to force their way down the river. But when it was to no purpose, and the vessel now took in much water, Caesar finding himself in such danger in the very mouth of the river, much against his will permitted the master to turn back. When he was come to land, his soldiers ran to him in a multitude, reproaching him for what he had done, and indignant that he should think himself not strong enough to get a victory by their sole assistance, but must disturb himself, and expose his life for those who were absent, as if he could not trust those who were with him.
He was stationed in Apollonia, but he didn’t have an army with him that could fight the enemy, as the forces from Brundisium were delayed in arriving, which left him in a lot of suspense and confusion about what to do. Finally, he decided on a risky plan and secretly boarded a boat with twelve oars to cross over to Brundisium, even though the sea was filled with a large enemy fleet. He got on board at night, disguised as a slave, and laid down at the bottom of the vessel, trying to appear inconspicuous. The river Anius was supposed to take them out to sea, and there was usually a light breeze from the land every morning that calmed the waters at the river's mouth by pushing the waves forward. However, that night, a strong wind was blowing in from the sea, overpowering the land breeze, making the area where the river met the sea very rough and turbulent; the current was so strong that the boat's captain couldn’t make the crossing and ordered his sailors to turn back. At that point, Caesar revealed himself, and taking the captain's hand, who was shocked to see him there, said, “Go on, my friend, and don’t worry; you have Caesar and his fortune in your boat.” The sailors, hearing this, forgot the storm and put all their strength into the oars, doing their best to push down the river. But when it became clear that it was futile and the vessel started taking on a lot of water, Caesar, finding himself in danger at the river's mouth, reluctantly allowed the captain to turn back. Once they reached land, his soldiers rushed to him, criticizing him for what he’d done, upset that he didn’t think they were strong enough to win a battle on their own and that he needed to put himself at risk for those who weren’t there, as if he couldn’t trust those who were with him.
After this, Antony came over with the forces from Brundisium, which encouraged Caesar to give Pompey battle, though he was encamped very advantageously, and furnished with plenty of provisions both by sea and land, whilst he himself was at the beginning but ill-supplied, and before the end was extremely pinched for want of necessaries, so that his soldiers were forced to dig up a kind of root which grew there, and tempering it with milk, to feed on it. Sometimes they made a kind of bread of it, and advancing up to the enemy’s outposts, would throw in these loaves, telling them, that as long as the earth produced such roots they would not give up blockading Pompey. But Pompey took what care he could, that neither the loaves nor the words should reach his men, who were out of heart and despondent, through terror at the fierceness and hardiness of their enemies, whom they looked upon as a sort of wild beasts. There were continual skirmishes about Pompey’s outworks, in all which Caesar had the better, except one, when his men were forced to fly in such a manner that he had like to have lost his camp. For Pompey made such a vigorous sally on them that not a man stood his ground; the trenches were filled with the slaughter, many fell upon their own ramparts and bulwarks, whither they were driven in flight by the enemy. Caesar met them, and would have turned them back, but could not. When he went to lay hold of the ensigns, those who carried them threw them down, so that the enemies took thirty-two of them. He himself narrowly escaped; for taking hold of one of his soldiers, a big and strong man, that was flying by him, he bade him stand and face about; but the fellow, full of apprehensions from the danger he was in, laid hold of his sword, as if he would strike Caesar, but Caesar’s armor-bearer cut off his arm. Caesar’s affairs were so desperate at that time, that when Pompey, either through over-cautiousness, or his ill fortune, did not give the finishing stroke to that great success, but retreated after he had driven the routed enemy within their camp, Caesar, upon seeing his withdrawal, said to his friends, “The victory to-day had been on the enemies’ side, if they had had a general who knew how to gain it.” When he was retired into his tent, he laid himself down to sleep, but spent that night as miserably as ever he did any, in perplexity and consideration with himself, coming to the conclusion that he had conducted the war amiss. For when he had a fertile country before him, and all the wealthy cities of Macedonia and Thessaly, he had neglected to carry the war thither, and had sat down by the seaside, where his enemies had such a powerful fleet, so that he was in fact rather besieged by the want of necessaries, than besieging others with his arms. Being thus distracted in his thoughts with the view of the difficulty and distress he was in, he raised his camp, with the intention of advancing towards Scipio, who lay in Macedonia; hoping either to entice Pompey into a country where he should fight without the advantage he now had of supplies from the sea, or to overpower Scipio, if not assisted.
After this, Antony arrived with reinforcements from Brundisium, which motivated Caesar to challenge Pompey in battle, even though Pompey was stationed in a strong position and well-supplied with provisions from both land and sea. In contrast, Caesar started with limited supplies and, by the end, faced severe shortages, forcing his soldiers to dig up a type of root that grew in the area. They would mix it with milk to eat. Sometimes, they made a kind of bread from it, and when approaching the enemy's outposts, they would throw these loaves over, claiming that as long as the earth produced such roots, they wouldn’t give up the blockade of Pompey. However, Pompey did everything he could to ensure that neither the loaves nor the messages reached his troops, who were demoralized and fearful of the fierce and hardy enemy they viewed as wild beasts. There were constant skirmishes around Pompey’s defenses, where Caesar generally fared better, except for one instance when his men had to retreat so rapidly that it almost cost him his camp. Pompey launched a fierce attack, causing every soldier to break ranks; the trenches were filled with the dead, and many fell on their own defenses as they fled from the enemy. Caesar confronted his fleeing men, trying to rally them back, but he couldn’t. When he attempted to grab the standards, those holding them dropped them, allowing the enemy to capture thirty-two of them. He barely escaped, having grabbed a strong soldier running by him, urging him to stand and turn around. However, the soldier, panicking, drew his sword as if to attack Caesar, but Caesar’s armor-bearer severed the soldier's arm. Caesar's situation was so bleak that when Pompey, either out of caution or bad luck, failed to fully capitalize on his success and retreated after driving Caesar’s men back to their camp, Caesar, upon witnessing the withdrawal, remarked to his friends, “Today, victory would have belonged to the enemy if they had a general who knew how to seize it.” After retreating to his tent, he tried to sleep but spent a miserable night in deep reflection, realizing he had mismanaged the war. With a fertile country and all the wealthy cities of Macedonia and Thessaly available to him, he had failed to take the fight there and instead had camped by the coast, where his enemies had a powerful fleet, effectively besieging him with shortages rather than besieging others. Disturbed by his thoughts about the challenges he faced, he decided to break camp with the plan to move toward Scipio, who was in Macedonia; hoping to either draw Pompey into a less advantageous position for battle away from the supreme supply he currently enjoyed or to defeat Scipio if he wasn’t supported.
This set all Pompey’s army and officers on fire to hasten and pursue Caesar, whom they concluded to be beaten and flying. But Pompey was afraid to hazard a battle on which so much depended, and being himself provided with all necessaries for any length of time, thought to tire out and waste the vigor of Caesar’s army, which could not last long. For the best part of his men, though they had great experience and showed an irresistible courage in all engagements, yet by their frequent marches, changing their camps, attacking fortifications, and keeping long night-watches, were getting worn-out and broken; they being now old, their bodies less fit for labor, and their courage, also, beginning to give way with the failure of their strength. Besides, it was said that an infectious disease, occasioned by their irregular diet, was prevailing in Caesar’s army, and what was of greatest moment, he was neither furnished with money nor provisions, so that in a little time he must needs fall of himself.
This got all of Pompey’s army and officers fired up to speed up and chase after Caesar, who they believed was defeated and retreating. But Pompey was hesitant to risk a battle that meant so much, and since he had everything he needed for an extended period, he planned to wear down and deplete the strength of Caesar’s army, which couldn’t hold out for long. Most of his men, despite having a lot of experience and showing unbeatable bravery in every fight, were becoming exhausted and worn out due to their constant marching, shifting camps, attacking fortifications, and long night watches. They were getting old; their bodies were less suited for hard work, and their spirits were starting to wane as their strength faded. Additionally, it was rumored that a contagious disease, caused by their poor diet, was spreading in Caesar’s army, and most importantly, he was low on money and supplies, so he would soon be in a tough spot.
For these reasons Pompey had no mind to fight him, but was thanked for it by none but Cato, who rejoiced at the prospect of sparing his fellow-citizens. For he when he saw the dead bodies of those who had fallen in the last battle on Caesar’s side, to the number of a thousand, turned away, covered his face, and shed tears. But everyone else upbraided Pompey for being reluctant to fight, and tried to goad him on by such nicknames as Agamemnon, and king of kings, as if he were in no hurry to lay down his sovereign authority, but was pleased to see so many commanders attending on him, and paying their attendance at his tent. Favonius, who affected Cato’s free way of speaking his mind, complained bitterly that they should eat no figs even this year at Tusculum, because of Pompey’s love of command. Afranius, who was lately returned out of Spain, and on account of his ill success there, labored under the suspicion of having been bribed to betray the army, asked why they did not fight this purchaser of provinces. Pompey was driven, against his own will, by this kind of language, into offering battle, and proceeded to follow Caesar. Caesar had found great difficulties in his march, for no country would supply him with provisions, his reputation being very much fallen since his late defeat. But after he took Gomphi, a town of Thessaly, he not only found provisions for his army, but physic too. For there they met with plenty of wine, which they took very freely, and heated with this, sporting and reveling on their march in bacchanalian fashion, they shook off the disease, and their whole constitution was relieved and changed into another habit.
For these reasons, Pompey didn't want to fight him, but he was only thanked by Cato, who was pleased at the thought of saving his fellow citizens. When Cato saw the dead bodies of about a thousand soldiers who had fallen on Caesar’s side in the last battle, he turned away, covered his face, and cried. But everyone else criticized Pompey for being hesitant to fight, trying to provoke him with nicknames like Agamemnon and king of kings, as if he was in no rush to give up his power and enjoyed having so many commanders around him, paying him visits at his tent. Favonius, who liked to speak his mind like Cato, complained bitterly that they wouldn’t even get to eat figs this year at Tusculum because of Pompey’s desire for control. Afranius, who had just returned from Spain and was suspected of having been bribed to betray the army due to his poor performance there, asked why they weren’t fighting this buyer of provinces. Pompey, reluctantly influenced by this kind of talk, agreed to offer battle and started to pursue Caesar. Caesar faced many challenges during his march, as no one would supply him with food, and his reputation had greatly suffered since his recent defeat. However, after he captured Gomphi, a town in Thessaly, he found not only food for his army but also medicine. There, they came across plenty of wine, which they consumed freely, and heated by it, they began to celebrate and party on their march in a wild, bacchanalian manner, shaking off their ailments and transforming their entire condition.
When the two armies were come into Pharsalia, and both encamped there, Pompey’s thoughts ran the same way as they had done before, against fighting, and the more because of some unlucky presages, and a vision he had in a dream. But those who were about him were so confident of success, that Domitius, and Spinther, and Scipio, as if they had already conquered, quarreled which should succeed Caesar in the pontificate. And many sent to Rome to take houses fit to accommodate consuls and praetors, as being sure of entering upon those offices, as soon as the battle was over. The cavalry especially were obstinate for fighting, being splendidly armed and bravely mounted, and valuing themselves upon the fine horses they kept, and upon their own handsome persons; as also upon the advantage of their numbers, for they were five thousand against one thousand of Caesar’s. Nor were the numbers of the infantry less disproportionate, there being forty-five thousand of Pompey’s, against twenty-two thousand of the enemy.
When the two armies arrived at Pharsalia and set up camp, Pompey's thoughts were still against fighting, especially because of some bad omens and a vision he had in a dream. However, those around him were so confident of winning that Domitius, Spinther, and Scipio argued over who should take Caesar's place as the new pontiff, as if victory was already assured. Many sent messages to Rome to secure homes that would accommodate consuls and praetors, convinced they would take on those roles as soon as the battle ended. The cavalry, in particular, were eager for battle because they were well-armed, had impressive horses, and took pride in their appearance; they also had the advantage in numbers, with five thousand cavalry compared to Caesar’s one thousand. The infantry numbers were similarly skewed, with Pompey having forty-five thousand soldiers against the enemy's twenty-two thousand.
Caesar, collecting his soldiers together, told them that Corfinius was coming up to them with two legions, and that fifteen cohorts more under Calenus were posted at Megara and Athens; he then asked them whether they would stay till these joined them, or would hazard the battle by themselves. They all cried out to him not to wait, but on the contrary to do whatever he could to bring about an engagement as soon as possible. When he sacrificed to the gods for the lustration of his army, upon the death of the first victim, the augur told him, within three days he should come to a decisive action. Caesar asked him whether he saw anything in the entrails, which promised a happy event. “That,” said the priest, “you can best answer yourself; for the gods signify a great alteration from the present posture of affairs. If, therefore, you think yourself well off now, expect worse fortune; if unhappy, hope for better.” The night before the battle, as he walked the rounds about midnight, there was a light seen in the heaven, very bright and flaming, which seemed to pass over Caesar’s camp, and fall into Pompey’s. And when Caesar’s soldiers came to relieve the watch in the morning, they perceived a panic disorder among the enemies. However, he did not expect to fight that day, but set about raising his camp with the intention of marching towards Scotussa.
Caesar gathered his soldiers and informed them that Corfinius was approaching with two legions, and that another fifteen cohorts led by Calenus were stationed at Megara and Athens. He then asked them if they wanted to wait for these troops to join them, or if they preferred to take the risk and fight on their own. They all shouted at him not to wait, but instead to do everything he could to initiate a battle as soon as possible. During the sacrifice to the gods for the purification of his army, after the first victim was killed, the augur told him that he would come to a decisive action within three days. Caesar asked him if he saw anything in the entrails that indicated a positive outcome. The priest replied, “That’s something only you can truly answer; the gods indicate a significant change from the current situation. So, if you think you’re in a good place now, expect worse times ahead; if you feel things are bad, hope for better.” The night before the battle, while walking the rounds around midnight, a very bright and flaming light was seen in the sky, appearing to move over Caesar’s camp and land in Pompey’s. When Caesar’s soldiers came to relieve the watch in the morning, they noticed chaos among the enemy troops. However, Caesar didn’t plan to fight that day and began to pack up his camp to march towards Scotussa.
But when the tents were now taken down, his scouts rode up to him, and told him the enemy would give him battle. With this news he was extremely pleased, and having performed his devotions to the gods, set his army in battle array, dividing them into three bodies. Over the middlemost he placed Domitius Calvinus; Antony commanded the left wing, and he himself the right, being resolved to fight at the head of the tenth legion. But when he saw the enemies’ cavalry taking position against him, being struck with their fine appearance and their number, he gave private orders that six cohorts from the rear of the army should come round and join him, whom he posted behind the right wing, and instructed them what they should do, when the enemy’s horse came to charge. On the other side, Pompey commanded the right wing, Domitius the left, and Scipio, Pompey’s father-in-law, the center. The whole weight of the cavalry was collected on the left wing, with the intent that they should outflank the right wing of the enemy, and rout that part where the general himself commanded. For they thought no phalanx of infantry could be solid enough to sustain such a shock, but that they must necessarily be broken and shattered all to pieces upon the onset of so immense a force of cavalry. When they were ready on both sides to give the signal for battle, Pompey commended his foot who were in the front to stand their ground, and without breaking their order, receive quietly the enemy’s first attack, till they came within javelin’s cast. Caesar, in this respect, also, blames Pompey’s generalship, as if he had not been aware how the first encounter, when made with an impetus and upon the run, gives weight and force to the strokes, and fires the men’s spirits into a flame, which the general concurrence fans to full heat. He himself was just putting the troops into motion and advancing to the action, when he found one of his captains, a trusty and experienced soldier, encouraging his men to exert their utmost. Caesar called him by his name, and said, “What hopes, Caius Crassinius, and what grounds for encouragement?” Crassinius stretched out his hand, and cried in a loud voice, “We shall conquer nobly, Caesar; and I this day will deserve your praises, either alive or dead.” So he said, and was the first man to run in upon the enemy, followed by the hundred and twenty soldiers about him, and breaking through the first rank, still pressed on forwards with much slaughter of the enemy, till at last he was struck back by the wound of a sword, which went in at his mouth with such force that it came out at his neck behind.
But when the tents were taken down, his scouts rode up to him and told him the enemy was ready to fight. He was really pleased by this news, and after praying to the gods, he arranged his army for battle, dividing them into three groups. He put Domitius Calvinus in charge of the middle, Antony led the left wing, and he himself took command of the right, determined to fight at the front of the tenth legion. However, when he saw the enemy's cavalry taking position against him, impressed by their appearance and numbers, he gave orders for six cohorts from the back of the army to come around and join him. He positioned them behind the right wing and instructed them on what to do when the enemy cavalry charged. On the other side, Pompey commanded the right wing, Domitius the left, and Scipio, Pompey’s father-in-law, took charge of the center. The cavalry was heavily concentrated on the left wing, aiming to outflank the enemy’s right and break that part where the general himself commanded. They believed no infantry formation could withstand such a powerful charge and that they would inevitably be broken apart by the massive cavalry force. When both sides were ready to signal the start of the battle, Pompey urged his infantry in the front to hold their ground and calmly absorb the enemy's first attack until they were within javelin range. Caesar criticized Pompey's strategy, suggesting he failed to recognize that the initial encounter, when launched with momentum, adds weight and force to the blows and ignites the soldiers’ spirits, which the collective energy then feeds into a fervor. Just as he was mobilizing his troops and preparing to engage, he noticed one of his captains, a reliable and seasoned soldier, rallying his men to give their all. Caesar called out to him, “What hopes, Caius Crassinius, and what reasons for optimism?” Crassinius raised his hand and shouted, “We will conquer with honor, Caesar; today I will earn your praise, whether I live or die.” Saying this, he was the first to charge at the enemy, followed by about one hundred and twenty soldiers, breaking through the front line and pressing forward, inflicting heavy casualties on the enemy, until he was eventually wounded by a sword that pierced his mouth and came out from the back of his neck.
Whilst the foot was thus sharply engaged in the main battle, on the flank Pompey’s horse rode up confidently, and opened their ranks very wide, that they might surround the Fight wing of Caesar. But before they engaged, Caesar’s cohorts rushed out and attacked them, and did not dart their javelins at a distance, nor strike at the thighs and legs, as they usually did in close battle, but aimed at their faces. For thus Caesar had instructed them, in hopes that young gentlemen, who had not known much of battles and wounds, but came wearing their hair long, in the flower of their age and height of their beauty, would be more apprehensive of such blows, and not care for hazarding both a danger at present and a blemish for the future. And so it proved, for they were so far from bearing the stroke of the javelins, that they could not stand the sight of them, but turned about, and covered their faces to secure them. Once in disorder, presently they turned about to fly; and so most shamefully ruined all. For those who had beat them back, at once outflanked the infantry, and falling on their rear, cut them to pieces. Pompey, who commanded the other wing of the army, when he saw his cavalry thus broken and flying, was no longer himself, nor did he now remember that he was Pompey the Great, but like one whom some god had deprived of his senses, retired to his tent without speaking; a word, and there sat to expect the event, till the whole army was routed, and the enemy appeared upon the works which were thrown up before the camp, where they closely engaged with his men, who were posted there to defend it. Then first he seemed to have recovered his senses, and uttering, it is said, only these words, “What, into the camp too?” he laid aside his general’s habit, and putting on such clothes as might best favor his flight, stole off. What fortune he met with afterwards, how he took shelter in Egypt, and was murdered there, we tell you in his Life.
While the foot soldiers were heavily engaged in the main battle, Pompey’s cavalry confidently rode up on the flank and widened their ranks to surround Caesar's fighting wing. But before they could engage, Caesar's cohorts charged out and attacked them, not throwing their javelins from a distance or striking at their thighs and legs as they typically did in close combat, but aiming directly at their faces. Caesar had instructed them to do this, hoping that the young men, who were inexperienced in battle and wore their hair long, would be more afraid of such blows, worrying about both immediate danger and future scars. It worked, as they were so unnerved by the sight of the javelins that they covered their faces in an attempt to protect themselves. Once they were in disarray, they quickly turned to flee, completely ruining their position. Those who had pushed them back immediately outflanked the infantry and attacked from behind, slaughtering them. When Pompey, who led the other wing of the army, saw his cavalry breaking and fleeing, he lost all composure, forgetting that he was Pompey the Great. Like someone who had been struck dumb by a god, he retired to his tent without a word, waiting to see the outcome until his entire army was defeated, and the enemy appeared at the defenses set up by the camp, where they engaged closely with his men stationed to defend it. It was only then that he seemed to regain his senses and reportedly said, “What, into the camp too?” He discarded his general’s attire and put on clothes better suited for fleeing before sneaking away. What happened to him afterward, how he took refuge in Egypt, and was murdered there, is detailed in his Life.
Caesar, when he came to view Pompey’s camp, and saw some of his opponents dead upon the ground, others dying, said, with a groan, “This they would have; they brought me to this necessity. I, Caius Caesar, after succeeding in so many wars, had been condemned, had I dismissed my army.” These words, Pollio says, Caesar spoke in Latin at that time, and that he himself wrote them in Greek; adding, that those who were killed at the taking of the camp, were most of them servants; and that not above six thousand soldiers fell. Caesar incorporated most of the foot whom he took prisoners, with his own legions, and gave a free pardon to many of the distinguished persons, and amongst the rest, to Brutus, who afterwards killed him. He did not immediately appear after the battle was over, which put Caesar, it is said, into great anxiety for him; nor was his pleasure less when he saw him present himself alive.
Caesar, when he went to check out Pompey’s camp and saw some of his enemies dead on the ground, and others dying, groaned and said, “This is what they wanted; they forced me into this situation. I, Caius Caesar, after winning so many wars, would have been condemned if I had disbanded my army.” Pollio says that Caesar spoke these words in Latin at that moment, and he wrote them down in Greek; he added that most of those killed during the camp's capture were servants, and that no more than six thousand soldiers died. Caesar integrated most of the foot soldiers he captured into his own legions and granted a full pardon to many prominent individuals, including Brutus, who later assassinated him. He didn’t show up right after the battle ended, which, it’s said, worried Caesar greatly; his relief was immense when he finally saw Brutus come forward alive.
There were many prodigies that foreshowed this victory, but the most remarkable that we are told of, was that at Tralles. In the temple of Victory stood Caesar’s statue. The ground on which it stood was naturally hard and solid, and the stone with which it was paved still harder; yet it is said that a palm-tree shot itself up near the pedestal of this statue. In the city of Padua, one Caius Cornelius, who had the character of a good augur, the fellow-citizen and acquaintance of Livy, the historian, happened to be making some augural observations that very day when the battle was fought. And first, as Livy tells us, he pointed out the time of the fight, and said to those who were by him, that just then the battle was begun, and the men engaged. When he looked a second time, and observed the omens, he leaped up as if he had been inspired, and cried out, “Caesar, you are victorious.” This much surprised the standers by, but he took the garland which he had on from his head, and swore he would never wear it again till the event should give authority to his art. This Livy positively states for a truth.
There were many signs that hinted at this victory, but the most notable one took place in Tralles. In the temple of Victory, there was a statue of Caesar. The ground beneath it was firm and solid, and the stone paving it was even harder; yet, it’s said that a palm tree sprouted up near the base of the statue. In the city of Padua, a man named Caius Cornelius, known for being a good augur and a fellow citizen of Livy, the historian, was making some augural observations on the very day of the battle. First, as Livy tells us, he indicated the timing of the fight and told those around him that the battle had just begun and that the men were engaged. When he looked again and saw the omens, he jumped up as if inspired and exclaimed, “Caesar, you are victorious.” This surprised the onlookers, but he took the garland off his head and swore he wouldn't wear it again until the outcome confirmed his predictions. Livy firmly asserts this as the truth.
Caesar, as a memorial of his victory, gave the Thessalians their freedom, and then went in pursuit of Pompey. When he was come into Asia, to gratify Theopompus, the author of the collection of fables, he enfranchised the Cnidians, and remitted one third of their tribute to all the people of the province of Asia. When he came to Alexandria, where Pompey was already murdered, he would not look upon Theodotus, who presented him with his head, but taking only his signet, shed tears. Those of Pompey’s friends who had been arrested by the king of Egypt, as they were wandering in those parts, he relieved, and offered them his own friendship. In his letter to his friends at Rome, he told them that the greatest and most signal pleasure his victory had given him, was to be able continually to save the lives of fellow-citizens who had fought against him. As to the war in Egypt, some say it was at once dangerous and dishonorable, and noways necessary, but occasioned only by his passion for Cleopatra. Others blame the ministers of the king, and especially the eunuch Pothinus, who was the chief favorite, and had lately killed Pompey, who had banished Cleopatra, and was now secretly plotting Caesar’s destruction, (to prevent which, Caesar from that time began to sit up whole nights, under pretense of drinking, for the security of his person,) while openly he was intolerable in his affronts to Caesar, both by his words and actions. For when Caesar’s soldiers had musty and unwholesome corn measured out to them, Pothinus told them they must be content with it, since they were fed at another’s cost. He ordered that his table should be served with wooden and earthen dishes, and said Caesar had carried off all the gold and silver plate, under pretense of arrears of debt. For the present king’s father owed Caesar one thousand seven hundred and fifty myriads of money; Caesar had formerly remitted to his children the rest, but thought fit to demand the thousand myriads at that time, to maintain his army. Pothinus told him that he had better go now and attend to his other affairs of greater consequence, and that he should receive his money at another time with thanks. Caesar replied that he did not want Egyptians to be his counselors, and soon after, privately sent for Cleopatra from her retirement.
Caesar, as a tribute to his victory, granted the Thessalians their freedom and then went after Pompey. Once he arrived in Asia, to satisfy Theopompus, the creator of the fables, he freed the Cnidians and cut one-third of their taxes for everyone in the province of Asia. When he reached Alexandria, where Pompey had already been murdered, he refused to look at Theodotus, who offered him Pompey's head, but he took only his signet and cried. He helped those of Pompey’s friends who had been captured by the king of Egypt while they were wandering around and offered them his friendship. In a letter to his friends in Rome, he expressed that the greatest joy his victory brought him was the ability to continually save the lives of fellow citizens who had fought against him. As for the war in Egypt, some argue it was both perilous and shameful, unnecessary, and driven solely by his desire for Cleopatra. Others blame the king’s advisors, especially the eunuch Pothinus, who was the king's favorite and had recently killed Pompey, who had exiled Cleopatra, and was secretly plotting to eliminate Caesar (to protect himself, Caesar began to stay up all night, pretending to drink). Pothinus was openly disrespectful to Caesar through his words and actions. When Caesar’s soldiers received moldy and unhealthy grain, Pothinus told them to accept it since they were being fed at someone else's expense. He insisted on using wooden and earthen dishes for his meals and claimed that Caesar had taken all the gold and silver plates under the pretense of debts owed. The current king's father owed Caesar 1,750 myriads of money; Caesar had previously forgiven the rest to his children, but at that time, he deemed it necessary to demand the thousand myriads to support his army. Pothinus suggested that Caesar should focus on his other, more important affairs and that he would receive his money later with gratitude. Caesar responded that he had no interest in taking advice from Egyptians, and soon after, privately summoned Cleopatra from her seclusion.
She took a small boat, and one only of her confidents, Apollodorus, the Sicilian, along with her, and in the dusk of the evening landed near the palace. She was at a loss how to get in undiscovered, till she thought of putting herself into the coverlet of a bed and lying at length, whilst Apollodorus tied up the bedding and carried it on his back through the gates to Caesar’s apartment. Caesar was first captivated by this proof of Cleopatra’s bold wit, and was afterwards so overcome by the charm of her society, that he made a reconciliation between her and her brother, on condition that she should rule as his colleague in the kingdom. A festival was kept to celebrate this reconciliation, where Caesar’s barber, a busy, listening fellow, whose excessive timidity made him inquisitive into everything, discovered that there was a plot carrying on against Caesar by Achillas, general of the king’s forces, and Pothinus, the eunuch. Caesar, upon the first intelligence of it, set a guard upon the hall where the feast was kept, and killed Pothinus. Achillas escaped to the army, and raised a troublesome and embarrassing war against Caesar, which it was not easy for him to manage with his few soldiers against so powerful a city and so large an army. The first difficulty he met with was want of water, for the enemies had turned the canals. Another was, when the enemy endeavored to cut off his communication by sea, he was forced to divert that danger by setting fire to his own ships, which, after burning the docks, thence spread on and destroyed the great library. A third was, when in an engagement near Pharos, he leaped from the mole into a small boat, to assist his soldiers who were in danger, and when the Egyptians pressed him on every side, he threw himself into the sea, and with much difficulty swam off. This was the time when, according to the story, he had a number of manuscripts in his hand, which, though he was continually darted at, and forced to keep his head often under water, yet he did not let go, but held them up safe from wetting in one hand, whilst he swam with the other. His boat, in the meantime, was quickly sunk. At last, the king having gone off to Achillas and his party, Caesar engaged and conquered them. Many fell in that battle, and the king himself was never seen after. Upon this, he left Cleopatra queen of Egypt, who soon after had a son by him, whom the Alexandrians called Caesarion, and then departed for Syria.
She took a small boat and went only with her confidant, Apollodorus the Sicilian, and in the evening's dusk, they landed near the palace. She was unsure how to get in without being noticed until she had the idea to wrap herself in a bed cover and lie down, while Apollodorus secured the bedding and carried it on his back through the gates to Caesar’s apartment. Caesar was first impressed by Cleopatra’s cleverness and then found her company so enchanting that he reconciled her with her brother, under the condition that she would rule alongside him. A celebration was held to mark this reconciliation, during which Caesar’s barber, a curious and timid man, discovered a plot against Caesar by Achillas, the general of the king’s forces, and Pothinus, the eunuch. Upon hearing this news, Caesar secured the hall where the feast was held and killed Pothinus. Achillas fled to the army, leading to a difficult and complicated war against Caesar, who struggled to manage with his small number of soldiers against such a powerful city and large army. His first challenge was the lack of water because the enemies had blocked the canals. Another issue arose when the enemy tried to cut off his sea access, forcing him to set fire to his own ships, which ended up burning the docks and destroying the great library. A further complication occurred when, during a battle near Pharos, he jumped from the pier into a small boat to help his endangered soldiers. As the Egyptians surrounded him, he leaped into the sea and, after a tough swim, managed to escape. According to the story, he was holding several manuscripts at the time; even while being shot at and having to keep his head underwater, he managed to keep them safe from getting wet in one hand while swimming with the other. His boat quickly sank in the meantime. Eventually, after the king joined Achillas and his forces, Caesar engaged and defeated them. Many were killed in that battle, and the king was never seen again. After this, he left Cleopatra as queen of Egypt, who soon gave birth to a son named Caesarion, and then he departed for Syria.
Thence he passed to Asia, where he heard that Domitius was beaten by Pharnaces, son of Mithridates, and had fled out of Pontus with a handful of men; and that Pharnaces pursued the victory so eagerly, that though he was already master of Bithynia and Cappadocia, he had a further design of attempting the Lesser Armenia, and was inviting all the kings and tetrarchs there to rise. Caesar immediately marched against him with three legions, fought him near Zela, drove him out of Pontus, and totally defeated his army. When he gave Amantius, a friend of his at Rome, an account of this action, to express the promptness and rapidity of it, he used three words, I came, saw, and conquered, which in Latin having all the same cadence, carry with them a very suitable air of brevity.
Then he moved on to Asia, where he learned that Domitius was defeated by Pharnaces, the son of Mithridates, and had fled from Pontus with a small group of men. Pharnaces was pursuing his victory so eagerly that, despite already controlling Bithynia and Cappadocia, he was planning to invade Lesser Armenia and was encouraging all the local kings and tetrarchs to join him. Caesar quickly marched against him with three legions, fought him near Zela, drove him out of Pontus, and completely defeated his army. When he reported this event to his friend Amantius in Rome, he used three words to highlight how fast and effective his action was: "I came, I saw, I conquered." In Latin, these words shared the same rhythm and conveyed a fitting sense of brevity.
Hence he crossed into Italy, and came to Rome at the end of that year, for which he had been a second time chosen dictator, though that office had never before lasted a whole year, and was elected consul for the next. He was ill spoken of, because upon a mutiny of some soldiers, who killed Cosconius and Galba, who had been praetors, he gave them only the slight reprimand of calling them Citizens, instead of Fellow-Soldiers, and afterwards assigned to each man a thousand drachmas, besides a share of lands in Italy. He was also reflected on for Dolabella’s extravagance, Amantius’s covetousness, Antony’s debauchery, and Corfinius’s profuseness, who pulled down Pompey’s house, and rebuilt it, as not magnificent enough; for the Romans were much displeased with all these. But Caesar, for the prosecution of his own scheme of government, though he knew their characters and disapproved them, was forced to make use of those who would serve him.
So he crossed into Italy and arrived in Rome at the end of that year, for which he had been chosen dictator for the second time, even though that role had never lasted a full year before, and was elected consul for the following year. He had a bad reputation because, when some soldiers mutinied and killed Cosconius and Galba, who had been praetors, he only lightly reprimanded them by calling them Citizens instead of Fellow-Soldiers, and then awarded each man a thousand drachmas, along with a share of land in Italy. He was also criticized for Dolabella’s extravagance, Amantius’s greed, Antony’s debauchery, and Corfinius’s lavishness, who demolished Pompey's house and rebuilt it because it wasn’t impressive enough; these actions greatly displeased the Romans. However, Caesar, to pursue his own political agenda, even though he knew their flaws and disapproved of them, had to rely on those who would support him.
After the battle of Pharsalia, Cato and Scipio fled into Africa, and there, with the assistance of king Juba, got together a considerable force, which Caesar resolved to engage. He, accordingly, passed into Sicily about the winter-solstice, and to remove from his officers’ minds all hopes of delay there, encamped by the sea-shore, and as soon as ever he had a fair wind, put to sea with three thousand foot and a few horse. When he had landed them, he went back secretly, under some apprehensions for the larger part of his army, but met them upon the sea, and brought them all to the same camp. There he was informed that the enemies relied much upon an ancient oracle, that the family of the Scipios should be always victorious in Africa. There was in his army a man, otherwise mean and contemptible, but of the house of the Africani, and his name Scipio Sallutio. This man Caesar, (whether in raillery, to ridicule Scipio, who commended the enemy, or seriously to bring over the omen to his side, it were hard to say,) put at the head of his troops, as if he were general, in all the frequent battles which he was compelled to fight. For he was in such want both of victualing for his men, and forage for his horses, that he was forced to feed the horses with sea-weed, which he washed thoroughly to take off its saltiness, and mixed with a little grass, to give it a more agreeable taste. The Numidians, in great numbers, and well horsed, whenever he went, came up and commanded the country. Caesar’s cavalry being one day unemployed, diverted themselves with seeing an African, who entertained them with dancing and at the same time playing upon the pipe to admiration. They were so taken with this, that they alighted, and gave their horses to some boys, when on a sudden the enemy surrounded them, killed some, pursued the rest, and fell in with them into their camp; and had not Caesar himself and Asinius Pollio come to their assistance, and put a stop to their flight, the war had been then at an end. In another engagement, also, the enemy had again the better, when Caesar, it is said, seized a standard-bearer, who was running away, by the neck, and forcing him to face about, said, “Look, that is the way to the enemy.”
After the battle of Pharsalia, Cato and Scipio escaped to Africa, where, with the help of King Juba, they gathered a significant force that Caesar decided to confront. So, he moved into Sicily around the winter solstice, and to eliminate any hopes of delays among his officers, he camped by the shore. As soon as he had a favorable wind, he set sail with three thousand infantry and a few cavalry. After landing them, he returned secretly, worried about the larger part of his army, but met up with them at sea and brought them all to the same camp. There, he learned that the enemies were heavily relying on an old oracle claiming that the Scipio family would always win in Africa. In Caesar’s army was a man, otherwise insignificant but from the family of the Africani, named Scipio Sallutio. Caesar, whether teasing Scipio, who praised the enemy, or seriously trying to shift the omen in his favor, put him at the forefront of his troops as if he were a general during all the frequent battles he had to fight. He faced such shortages of supplies for his men and forage for his horses that he had to feed the horses seaweed, which he washed thoroughly to remove the saltiness, and mixed it with some grass to make it more palatable. The Numidians, in large numbers and well-mounted, often came and controlled the area whenever he moved. One day, while Caesar’s cavalry was idle, they entertained themselves by watching an African dancer who captivated them while playing the pipe. They were so impressed that they dismounted and handed their horses to some boys, when suddenly the enemy surrounded them, killed some, chased the rest, and even made their way into their camp. Had it not been for Caesar and Asinius Pollio coming to their rescue and stopping their retreat, the war might have ended then. In another engagement, the enemy gained the upper hand again, when, it is said, Caesar grabbed a standard-bearer who was fleeing by the neck, forced him to turn around, and said, “Look, that’s the way to the enemy.”
Scipio, flushed with this success at first, had a mind to come to one decisive action. He therefore left Afranius and Juba in two distinct bodies not far distant, and marched himself towards Thapsus, where he proceeded to build a fortified camp above a lake, to serve as a center-point for their operations, and also as a place of refuge. Whilst Scipio was thus employed, Caesar with incredible dispatch made his way through thick woods, and a country supposed to be impassable, cut off one party of the enemy, and attacked another in the front. Having routed these, he followed up his opportunity and the current of his good fortune, and on the first onset carried Afranius’s camp, and ravaged that of the Numidians, Juba, their king, being glad to save himself by flight; so that in a small part of a single day he made himself master of three camps, and killed fifty thousand of the enemy, with the loss only of fifty of his own men. This is the account some give of that fight. Others say, he was not in the action, but that he was taken with his usual distemper just as he was setting his army in order. He perceived the approaches of it, and before it had too far disordered his senses, when he was already beginning to shake under its influence, withdrew into a neighboring fort, where he reposed himself. Of the men of consular and praetorian dignity that were taken after the fight, several Caesar put to death, others anticipated him by killing themselves.
Scipio, initially excited by his success, wanted to take decisive action. He left Afranius and Juba in two separate groups not far apart and made his way to Thapsus, where he began building a fortified camp by a lake to serve as a base for their operations and a place to retreat if necessary. While Scipio was doing this, Caesar moved quickly through dense woods and what was thought to be impassable terrain, cutting off one group of the enemy and attacking another head-on. After defeating these forces, he seized the moment and, at the first charge, captured Afranius's camp and plundered the one belonging to the Numidians, with their king, Juba, fleeing to save himself. In just a short time that day, he took control of three camps and killed fifty thousand enemies, losing only fifty of his own men. This is one account of the battle. Others claim he wasn't actually in the fight, but rather was affected by his usual ailment just as he was organizing his army. He sensed the onset of his condition and, realizing it was beginning to overwhelm him, retreated to a nearby fort to rest. Among the men of consular and praetorian rank who were captured after the battle, several were executed by Caesar, while others took their own lives before he could reach them.
Cato had undertaken to defend Utica, and for that reason was not in the battle. The desire which Caesar had to take him alive, made him hasten thither; and upon the intelligence that he had dispatched himself, he was much discomposed, for what reason is not so well agreed. He certainly said, “Cato, I must grudge you your death, as you grudged me the honor of saving your life.” Yet the discourse he wrote against Cato after his death, is no great sign of his kindness, or that he was inclined to be reconciled to him. For how is it probable that he would have been tender of his life, when he was so bitter against his memory? But from his clemency to Cicero, Brutus, and many others who fought against him, it may be divined that Caesar’s book was not written so much out of animosity to Cato, as in his own vindication. Cicero had written an encomium upon Cato, and called it by his name. A composition by so great a master upon so excellent a subject, was sure to be in everyone’s hands. This touched Caesar, who looked upon a panegyric on his enemy, as no better than an invective against himself; and therefore he made in his Anti-Cato, a collection of whatever could be said in his derogation. The two compositions, like Cato and Caesar themselves, have each of them their several admirers.
Cato took on the responsibility of defending Utica, which is why he wasn't in the battle. Caesar was eager to capture him alive, so he rushed there; however, when he learned that Cato had killed himself, he was greatly disturbed, though the reasons for this are not entirely clear. He did say, “Cato, I can't help but resent your death, just as you resented me for saving your life.” Yet, the writing he produced against Cato after his death doesn't show much kindness or any inclination toward making peace. It’s hard to believe he would have cared for Cato's life when he was so harsh toward his memory. However, his leniency toward Cicero, Brutus, and many others who opposed him suggests that Caesar's book wasn't written out of personal hatred for Cato but rather for his own defense. Cicero had written a tribute to Cato, naming it after him. A work from such a great thinker on such an admirable subject was certain to be widely read. This irritated Caesar, who saw praise for his enemy as no different than an attack against himself; thus, he created his Anti-Cato as a compilation of whatever could be said to discredit Cato. The two pieces, much like Cato and Caesar, each have their own fans.
Caesar, upon his return to Rome, did not omit to pronounce before the people a magnificent account of his victory, telling them that he had subdued a country which would supply the public every year with two hundred thousand attic bushels of corn, and three million pounds weight of oil. He then led three triumphs for Egypt, Pontus, and Africa, the last for the victory over, not Scipio, but king Juba, as it was professed, whose little son was then carried in the triumph, the happiest captive that ever was, who of a barbarian Numidian, came by this means to obtain a place among the most learned historians of Greece. After the triumphs, he distributed rewards to his soldiers, and treated the people with feasting and shows. He entertained the whole people together at one feast, where twenty-two thousand dining couches were laid out; and he made a display of gladiators, and of battles by sea, in honor, as he said, of his daughter Julia, though she had been long since dead. When these shows were over, an account was taken of the people, who from three hundred and twenty thousand, were now reduced to one hundred and fifty thousand. So great a waste had the civil war made in Rome alone, not to mention what the other parts of Italy and the provinces suffered.
Caesar, upon returning to Rome, made sure to give the people an impressive account of his victory, telling them he had conquered a territory that would provide the public with two hundred thousand attic bushels of corn and three million pounds of oil every year. He then led three triumphs for Egypt, Pontus, and Africa, with the last one celebrating his victory over King Juba, rather than Scipio, as he claimed. Juba's young son was carried in the triumph, the luckiest captive ever, who, as a barbarian Numidian, ended up earning a spot among the greatest historians of Greece through this experience. After the triumphs, he rewarded his soldiers and threw feasts and shows for the people. He hosted a massive feast for everyone, with twenty-two thousand dining couches set up; and he showcased gladiators and naval battles, honoring, as he said, his daughter Julia, even though she had been dead for a long time. After the shows were over, a count of the people revealed that they had gone from three hundred twenty thousand to just one hundred fifty thousand. Such a significant loss had the civil war caused in Rome alone, not to mention the suffering in other parts of Italy and the provinces.
He was now chosen a fourth time consul, and went into Spain against Pompey’s sons. They were but young, yet had gathered together a very numerous army, and showed they had courage and conduct to command it, so that Caesar was in extreme danger. The great battle was near the town of Munda, in which Caesar seeing his men hard pressed, and making but a weak resistance, ran through the ranks among the soldiers, and crying out, asked them whether they were not ashamed to deliver him into the hands of boys? At last, with great difficulty, and the best efforts he could make, he forced back the enemy, killing thirty thousand of them, though with the loss of one thousand of his best men. When he came back from the fight, he told his friends that he had often fought for victory, but this was the first time that he had ever fought for life. This battle was won on the feast of Bacchus, the very day in which Pompey, four years before. had set out for the war. The younger of Pompey’s sons escaped; but Didius, some days after the fight, brought the head of the elder to Caesar. This was the last war he was engaged in. The triumph which he celebrated for this victory, displeased the Romans beyond any thing. For he had not defeated foreign generals, or barbarian kings, but had destroyed the children and family of one of the greatest men of Rome, though unfortunate; and it did not look well to lead a procession in celebration of the calamities of his country, and to rejoice in those things for which no other apology could be made either to gods or men, than their being absolutely necessary. Besides that, hitherto he had never sent letters or messengers to announce any victory over his fellow-citizens, but had seemed rather to be ashamed of the action, than to expect honor from it.
He was chosen consul for the fourth time and went to Spain to face Pompey’s sons. They were still young but had gathered a very large army and showed they had the bravery and skill to lead it, putting Caesar in serious danger. The major battle was near the town of Munda, where Caesar, seeing his men under heavy pressure and putting up only weak resistance, rushed through the ranks among the soldiers, shouting and asking them if they were not ashamed to hand him over to boys. Eventually, with great effort, he pushed back the enemy, killing thirty thousand of them, though he lost one thousand of his best men. After the battle, he told his friends that he had often fought for victory, but this was the first time he had ever fought for his life. This battle was won on the feast of Bacchus, the very day that Pompey had set out for war four years earlier. The younger of Pompey’s sons escaped, but a few days after the battle, Didius brought Caesar the head of the elder son. This was the last war he was involved in. The triumph he celebrated for this victory upset the Romans more than anything else. He had not defeated foreign generals or barbarian kings, but had destroyed the children and family of one of the greatest men in Rome, albeit an unfortunate one; it didn't look good to lead a procession celebrating the tragedies of his country, rejoicing in events that had no better explanation to gods or men other than being absolutely necessary. Moreover, until then, he had never sent letters or messengers to announce any victory over his fellow citizens, seeming more ashamed of the action than expecting honor from it.
Nevertheless his countrymen, conceding all to his fortune, and accepting the bit, in the hope that the government of a single person would give them time to breathe after so many civil wars and calamities, made him dictator for life. This was indeed a tyranny avowed, since his power now was not only absolute, but perpetual too. Cicero made the first proposals to the senate for conferring honors upon him, which might in some sort be said not to exceed the limits of ordinary human moderation. But others, striving which should deserve most, carried them so excessively high, that they made Caesar odious to the most indifferent and moderate sort of men, by the pretension and the extravagance of the titles which they decreed him. His enemies, too, are thought to have had some share in this, as well as his flatterers. It gave them advantage against him, and would be their justification for any attempt they should make upon him; for since the civil wars were ended, he had nothing else that he could be charged with. And they had good reason to decree a temple to Clemency, in token of their thanks for the mild use he made of his victory. For he not only pardoned many of those who fought against him, but, further, to some gave honors and offices; as particularly to Brutus and Cassius, who both of them were praetors. Pompey’s images that were thrown down, he set up again, upon which Cicero also said that by raising Pompey’s statues he had fixed his own. When his friends advised him to have a guard, and several offered their service, he would not hear of it; but said it was better to suffer death once, than always to live in fear of it. He looked upon the affections of the people to be the best and surest guard, and entertained them again with public feasting, and general distributions of corn; and to gratify his army, he sent out colonies to several places, of which the most remarkable were Carthage and Corinth; which as before they had been ruined at the same time, so now were restored and repeopled together.
Despite this, his fellow citizens, surrendering everything to his luck and accepting the situation, hoped that having a single leader would allow them a breather after so many civil wars and disasters, and made him dictator for life. This was undeniably an avowed tyranny, as his power was not just total but also everlasting. Cicero was the first to suggest to the Senate that honors be granted to him, which might be seen as not exceeding the bounds of ordinary human restraint. But others, competing to outdo each other, escalated the honors so much that they made Caesar detestable to even those who were indifferent and moderate, due to the pretentious and extravagant titles they bestowed upon him. His enemies were also believed to have had a part in this along with his sycophants. This provided them with leverage against him and would justify any actions they might take against him; for since the civil wars had ended, there was nothing else they could pin on him. They had legitimate grounds to establish a temple to Clemency, as a gesture of thanks for his kind handling of his victory. He not only pardoned many who had fought against him but also granted honors and positions to some, notably Brutus and Cassius, who both served as praetors. He restored the statues of Pompey that had been toppled, leading Cicero to comment that by raising Pompey’s statues, he had solidified his own position. When his friends urged him to have a guard and several offered their services, he would not entertain the idea, stating it was better to face death once than always live in fear of it. He believed the people’s goodwill was the best and most reliable protection, so he engaged them with public feasts and large distributions of grain; to please his army, he established colonies in various locations, with Carthage and Corinth being the most notable, both of which had been destroyed at the same time and were now restored and repopulated together.
As for the men of high rank, he promised to some of them future consulships and praetorships, some he consoled with other offices and honors, and to all held out hopes of favor by the solicitude he showed to rule with the general good-will; insomuch that upon the death of Maximus one day before his consulship was ended, he made Caninius Revilius consul for that day. And when many went to pay the usual compliments and attentions to the new consul, “Let us make haste,” said Cicero, “lest the man be gone out of his office before we come.”
As for the high-ranking men, he promised some of them future consul and praetor positions, while he comforted others with different offices and honors. He also kept everyone hopeful by showing a commitment to rule with everyone's goodwill. So much so that when Maximus died just a day before his consulship ended, he made Caninius Revilius consul for that day. When many people went to give the usual congratulations and respect to the new consul, Cicero said, “Let’s hurry, so we don’t miss him leaving his office before we get there.”
Caesar was born to do great things, and had a passion after honor, and the many noble exploits he had done did not now serve as an inducement to him to sit still and reap the fruit of his past labors, but were incentives and encouragments to go on, and raised in him ideas of still greater actions, and a desire of new glory, as if the present were all spent. It was in fact a sort of emulous struggle with himself, as it had been with another, how he might outdo his past actions by his future. In pursuit of these thoughts, he resolved to make war upon the Parthians, and when he had subdued them, to pass through Hyrcania; thence to march along by the Caspian Sea to Mount Caucasus, and so on about Pontus, till he came into Scythia; then to overrun all the countries bordering upon Germany, and Germany itself; and so to return through Gaul into Italy, after completing the whole circle of his intended empire, and bounding it on every side by the ocean. While preparations were making for this expedition, he proposed to dig through the isthmus on which Corinth stands; and appointed Anienus to superintend the work. He had also a design of diverting the Tiber, and carrying it by a deep channel directly from Rome to Circeii, and so into the sea near Tarracina, that there might be a safe and easy passage for all merchants who traded to Rome. Besides this, he intended to drain all the marshes by Pomentium and Setia, and gain ground enough from the water to employ many thousands of men in tillage. He proposed further to make great mounds on the shore nearest Rome, to hinder the sea from breaking in upon the land, to clear the coast at Ostia of all the hidden rocks and shoals that made it unsafe for shipping, and to form ports and harbors fit to receive the large number of vessels that would frequent them.
Caesar was destined for greatness and was passionate about honor. The many noble achievements he had accomplished did not motivate him to relax and enjoy the rewards of his past efforts; instead, they inspired him to press on and ignited in him the ambition for even greater deeds and new glory, as if everything he had done so far was already behind him. It was essentially a competitive struggle with himself, just like it had been with others, trying to surpass his previous accomplishments with future ones. Driven by these thoughts, he decided to wage war against the Parthians, and after defeating them, he planned to move through Hyrcania, then march along the Caspian Sea to Mount Caucasus, and continue around Pontus until reaching Scythia. His aim was to invade all the territories bordering Germany and Germany itself, then return through Gaul to Italy, after completing the full circle of his envisioned empire, surrounding it entirely by the ocean. While organizing this campaign, he intended to dig a canal through the isthmus where Corinth is located and appointed Anienus to supervise the project. He also planned to change the course of the Tiber River by creating a deep channel straight from Rome to Circeii, flowing into the sea near Tarracina, to ensure a safe and easy route for all merchants traveling to Rome. In addition, he aimed to drain the marshes around Pomentium and Setia to create enough land for thousands of people to farm. He also wanted to construct large mounds along the shore closest to Rome to prevent the sea from flooding the land, clear the coast at Ostia of hidden rocks and shoals that made it dangerous for shipping, and build ports and harbors capable of accommodating the many ships that would use them.
These things were designed without being carried into effect; but his reformation of the calendar, in order to rectify the irregularity of time, was not only projected with great scientific ingenuity, but was brought to its completion, and proved of very great use. For it was not only in ancient times that the Romans had wanted a certain rule to make the revolutions of their months fall in with the course of the year, so that their festivals and solemn days for sacrifice were removed by little and little, till at last they came to be kept at seasons quite the contrary to what was at first intended, but even at this time the people had no way of computing the solar year; only the priests could say the time, and they, at their pleasure, without giving any notice, slipped in the intercalary month, which they called Mercedonius. Numa was the first who put in this month, but his expedient was but a poor one and quite inadequate to correct all the errors that arose in the returns of the annual cycles, as we have shown in his life. Caesar called in the best philosophers and mathematicians of his time to settle the point, and out of the systems he had before him, formed a new and more exact method of correcting the calendar, which the Romans use to this day, and seem to succeed better than any nation in avoiding the errors occasioned by the inequality of the cycles. Yet even this gave offense to those who looked with an evil eye on his position, and felt oppressed by his power. Cicero, the orator, when someone in his company chanced to say, the next morning Lyra would rise, replied, “Yes, in accordance with the edict,” as if even this were a matter of compulsion.
These plans were made but never put into action; however, his reform of the calendar, intended to fix the time irregularities, was not only created with impressive scientific skill but was also completed and turned out to be very useful. The Romans had long needed a reliable system to align their monthly cycles with the yearly calendar, so their festivals and sacred days gradually drifted to times that were completely different from what they had originally intended. Even during this period, the public had no way to calculate the solar year; only the priests had that knowledge and could, at their discretion, insert the extra month, known as Mercedonius, without any notice. Numa was the first to implement this month, but his solution was inadequate to fix all the errors causing discrepancies in the annual cycles, as we have detailed in his biography. Caesar gathered the best philosophers and mathematicians of his era to resolve the issue, and from the various systems available, he devised a new and more accurate method of correcting the calendar, which the Romans still use today, allowing them to avoid cycle-related errors better than any other nation. Yet, this change displeased those who were envious of his position and felt burdened by his authority. Cicero, the orator, when someone mentioned that Lyra would rise the following morning, responded, “Yes, according to the decree,” as if even that was a matter of coercion.
But that which brought upon him the most apparent and mortal hatred, was his desire of being king; which gave the common people the first occasion to quarrel with him, and proved the most specious pretense to those who had been his secret enemies all along. Those, who would have procured him that title, gave it out, that it was foretold in the Sybils’ books that the Romans should conquer the Parthians when they fought against them under the conduct of a king, but not before. And one day, as Caesar was coming down from Alba to Rome, some were so bold as to salute him by the name of king; but he finding the people disrelish it, seemed to resent it himself, and said his name was Caesar, not king. Upon this, there was a general silence, and he passed on looking not very well pleased or contented. Another time, when the senate had conferred on him some extravagant honors, he chanced to receive the message as he was sitting on the rostra, where, though the consuls and praetors themselves waited on him, attended by the whole body of the senate, he did not rise, but behaved himself to them as if they had been private men, and told them his honors wanted rather to be retrenched than increased. This treatment offended not only the senate, but the commonalty too, as if they thought the affront upon the senate equally reflected upon the whole republic; so that all who could decently leave him went off, looking much discomposed. Caesar, perceiving the false step he had made, immediately retired home; and laying his throat bare, told his friends that he was ready to offer this to anyone who would give the stroke. But afterwards he made the malady from which he suffered, the excuse for his sitting, saying that those who are attacked by it, lose their presence of mind, if they talk much standing; that they presently grow giddy, fall into convulsions, and quite lose their reason. But this was not the reality, for he would willingly have stood up to the senate, had not Cornelius Balbus, one of his friends, or rather flatterers, hindered him. “Will you not remember,” said he, “you are Caesar, and claim the honor which is due to your merit?”
But what sparked the most obvious and intense hatred towards him was his ambition to be king; this gave the common people their first reason to oppose him and served as a convenient excuse for those who had secretly been his enemies all along. Those who wanted to give him that title claimed it was prophesied in the Sybils' books that the Romans would defeat the Parthians if they fought under a king, but not otherwise. One day, as Caesar was coming from Alba to Rome, some people boldly called him king, but when he noticed that the crowd didn't like it, he seemed to take offense and said his name was Caesar, not king. This caused a general silence, and he moved on looking quite displeased. Another time, when the senate had lavished him with excessive honors, he happened to receive the news while sitting on the rostra. Even though the consuls and praetors were there waiting on him, along with the entire senate, he didn’t stand up but treated them like they were just regular citizens and told them that he preferred to scale back his honors rather than increase them. This behavior upset not only the senate but also the public, as they felt that the insult to the senate reflected poorly on the entire republic. So, everyone who could leave him did, looking quite irritated. Realizing he had made a mistake, Caesar went home immediately and, exposing his throat, told his friends he was ready to offer it to anyone who would deliver the blow. Later on, though, he claimed that the illness he suffered from was the reason he remained seated, saying that those affected by it lose their composure if they talk too much while standing; that they quickly become dizzy, fall into convulsions, and completely lose their senses. But that wasn’t the truth; he would have preferred to stand up to the senate had it not been for Cornelius Balbus, one of his friends or rather flatterers, who stopped him. “Will you not remember,” he said, “that you are Caesar and claim the honor that is due to your merit?”
He gave a fresh occasion of resentment by his affront to the tribunes. The Lupercalia were then celebrated, a feast at the first institution belonging, as some writers say, to the shepherds, and having some connection with the Arcadian Lycaea. Many young noblemen and magistrates run up and down the city with their upper garments off, striking all they meet with thongs of hide, by way of sport; and many women, even of the highest rank, place themselves in the way, and hold out their hands to the lash, as boys in a school do to the master, out of a belief that it procures an easy labor to those who are with child, and makes those conceive who are barren. Caesar, dressed in a triumphal robe, seated himself in a golden chair at the rostra, to view this ceremony. Antony, as consul, was one of those who ran this course, and when he came into the forum, and the people made way for him, he went up and reached to Caesar a diadem wreathed with laurel. Upon this, there was a shout, but only a slight one, made by the few who were planted there for that purpose; but when Caesar refused it, there was universal applause. Upon the second offer, very few, and upon the second refusal, all again applauded. Caesar finding it would not take, rose up, and ordered the crown to be carried into the capitol. Caesar’s statues were afterwards found with royal diadems on their heads. Flavius and Marullus, two tribunes of the people, went presently and pulled them off, and having apprehended those who first saluted Caesar as king, committed them to prison. The people followed them with acclamations, and called them by the name of Brutus, because Brutus was the first who ended the succession of kings, and transferred the power which before was lodged in one man into the hands of the senate and people. Caesar so far resented this, that he displaced Marullus and Flavius; and in urging his charges against them, at the same time ridiculed the people, by himself giving the men more than once the names of Bruti, and Cumaei.
He sparked new resentment with his insult to the tribunes. The Lupercalia festival was celebrated, a feast that, according to some writers, originated with shepherds and is linked to the Arcadian Lycaea. Many young noblemen and magistrates ran around the city without their upper garments, playfully striking everyone they met with leather thongs; many women, even of the highest rank, positioned themselves in their path and held out their hands to receive the lash, believing it would make childbirth easier for pregnant women and help those who are infertile conceive. Caesar, dressed in a triumphal robe, sat in a golden chair at the rostra to watch the ceremony. Antony, as consul, was among those who participated in the race, and when he entered the forum, the crowd parted for him. He approached Caesar and offered him a diadem adorned with laurel. This prompted a faint cheer from the few who had been stationed there for that purpose, but when Caesar refused it, there was a loud applause from the crowd. On the second offer, only a few responded, and after his second rejection, everyone applauded again. Realizing it wasn't working, Caesar stood up and ordered the crown to be taken to the Capitol. Later, Caesar's statues were found wearing royal diadems. Flavius and Marullus, two tribunes of the people, immediately removed them and arrested those who had first hailed Caesar as king. The crowd followed them with cheers and called them Brutus, since Brutus was the first to end the line of kings and transfer power from one man to the senate and the people. Caesar was so offended by this that he dismissed Marullus and Flavius; while presenting his charges against them, he mocked the people by referring to them repeatedly as Bruti and Cumaei.
This made the multitude turn their thoughts to Marcus Brutus, who, by his father’s side, was thought to be descended from that first Brutus, and by his mother’s side from the Servilii, another noble family, being besides nephew and son-in-law to Cato. But the honors and favors he had received from Caesar, took off the edge from the desires he might himself have felt for overthrowing the new monarchy. For he had not only been pardoned himself after Pompey’s defeat at Pharsalia, and had procured the same grace for many of his friends, but was one in whom Caesar had a particular confidence. He had at that time the most honorable praetorship of the year, and was named for the consulship four years after, being preferred before Cassius, his competitor. Upon the question as to the choice, Caesar, it is related, said that Cassius had the fairer pretensions, but that he could not pass by Brutus. Nor would he afterwards listen to some who spoke against Brutus, when the conspiracy against him was already afoot, but laying his hand on his body, said to the informers, “Brutus will wait for this skin of mine,” intimating that he was worthy to bear rule on account of his virtue, but would not be base and ungrateful to gain it. Those who desired a change, and looked on him as the only, or at least the most proper, person to effect it, did not venture to speak with him; but in the night time laid papers about his chair of state, where he used to sit and determine causes, with such sentences in them as, “You are asleep, Brutus,” “You are no longer Brutus.” Cassius, when he perceived his ambition a little raised upon this, was more instant than before to work him yet further, having himself a private grudge against Caesar, for some reasons that we have mentioned in the Life of Brutus. Nor was Caesar without suspicions of him, and said once to his friends, “What do you think Cassius is aiming at? I don’t like him, he looks so pale.” And when it was told him that Antony and Dolabella were in a plot against him, he said he did not fear such fat, luxurious men, but rather the pale, lean fellows, meaning Cassius and Brutus.
This made the crowd think about Marcus Brutus, who was believed to be descended from the original Brutus on his father’s side and from the Servilii, another noble family, on his mother’s side, as well as being Cato's nephew and son-in-law. However, the honors and favors he received from Caesar dulled any desires he might have had for overthrowing the new monarchy. Not only had he been pardoned after Pompey’s defeat at Pharsalia, but he also helped many of his friends receive the same pardon, and Caesar trusted him. At that time, he held the most prestigious praetorship of the year and was nominated for the consulship four years later, chosen over his competitor Cassius. When it came to the selection, it's said that Caesar remarked that Cassius had better qualifications, but he couldn't overlook Brutus. Later, even when there were whispers against Brutus while the conspiracy against him was already being plotted, Caesar placed his hand on his body and told the informers, “Brutus will wait for this skin of mine,” suggesting that Brutus was worthy of leadership because of his integrity and wouldn't betray his principles to achieve it. Those who wanted change viewed him as the most suitable person to bring it about, but they hesitated to approach him; instead, they left notes around his judicial chair that read things like, “You are asleep, Brutus,” and “You are no longer Brutus.” Cassius, noticing that Brutus's ambition began to rise, became more eager to influence him further, fueled by his own private grudge against Caesar, which we’ve discussed in the Life of Brutus. Caesar, too, was suspicious of him and once mentioned to his friends, “What do you think Cassius is after? I don’t like him; he looks so pale.” When he heard that Antony and Dolabella were involved in a plot against him, he said he didn’t fear those fat, indulgent men, but rather the pale, lean ones, referring to Cassius and Brutus.
Fate, however, is to all appearance more unavoidable than unexpected. For many strange prodigies and apparitions are said to have been observed shortly before the event. As to the lights in the heavens, the noises heard in the night, and the wild birds which perched in the forum, these are not perhaps worth taking notice of in so great a case as this. Strabo, the philosopher, tells us that a number of men were seen, looking as if they were heated through with fire, contending with each other; that a quantity of flame issued from the hand of a soldier’s servant, so that they who saw it thought he must be burnt, but that after all he had no hurt. As Caesar was sacrificing, the victim’s heart was missing, a very bad omen, because no living creature can subsist without a heart. One finds it also related by many, that a soothsayer bade him prepare for some great danger on the ides of March. When the day was come, Caesar, as he went to the senate, met this soothsayer, and said to him by way of raillery, “The ides of March are come;” who answered him calmly, “Yes, they are come, but they are not past.” The day before this assassination, he supped with Marcus Lepidus; and as he was signing some letters, according to his custom, as he reclined at table, there arose a question what sort of death was the best. At which he immediately, before anyone could speak, said, “A sudden one.”
Fate, it seems, is more unavoidable than unexpected. Many strange omens and sightings are said to have appeared right before the event. As for the lights in the sky, the sounds heard at night, and the wild birds that landed in the forum, they might not be worth mentioning in such a significant situation. Strabo, the philosopher, tells us that a group of men appeared to be on fire, fighting among themselves; a soldier's servant shot flames from his hand, making observers think he was burning, but he was actually unharmed. While Caesar was making sacrifices, the victim's heart was missing, which is a terrible sign, as no living being can survive without a heart. Many also recount that a soothsayer warned him to prepare for a great danger on the Ides of March. When that day arrived, Caesar encountered this soothsayer on his way to the senate and jokingly said, “The Ides of March have arrived,” to which the soothsayer replied calmly, “Yes, they have arrived, but they aren’t over yet.” The day before his assassination, he had dinner with Marcus Lepidus, and while signing some letters, a discussion arose about what kind of death is the best. Without anyone saying anything, he immediately stated, “A sudden one.”
After this, as he was in bed with his wife, all the doors and windows of the house flew open together; he was startled at the noise, and the light which broke into the room, and sat up in his bed, where by the moonshine he perceived Calpurnia fast asleep, but heard her utter in her dream some indistinct words and inarticulate groans. She fancied at that time she was weeping over Caesar, and holding him butchered in her arms. Others say this was not her dream, but that she dreamed that a pinnacle which the senate, as Livy relates, had ordered to be raised on Caesar’s house by way of ornament and grandeur, was tumbling down, which was the occasion of her tears and ejaculations. When it was day, she begged of Caesar, if it were possible, not to stir out, but to adjourn the senate to another time; and if he slighted her dreams, that he would be pleased to consult his fate by sacrifices, and other kinds of divination. Nor was he himself without some suspicion and fears; for he never before discovered any womanish superstition in Calpurnia, whom he now saw in such great alarm. Upon the report which the priests made to him, that they had killed several sacrifices, and still found them inauspicious, he resolved to send Antony to dismiss the senate.
After this, while he was in bed with his wife, all the doors and windows of the house suddenly flew open; he was startled by the noise and the light that flooded the room, and he sat up in bed. By the moonlight, he saw Calpurnia fast asleep, but he heard her mumble some unclear words and make strange sounds in her dream. She thought she was crying over Caesar and holding his lifeless body in her arms. Some say that wasn't her dream, but that she dreamed a decorative pinnacle, which the senate, as Livy recounts, had ordered to be raised on Caesar's house for decoration and grandeur, was falling down, which made her weep and exclaim. When morning came, she asked Caesar, if possible, not to go out, but to postpone the senate meeting to another time; and if he ignored her dreams, she requested that he at least consult his fate through sacrifices and other forms of divination. He wasn't without some doubts and fears himself; he had never noticed any superstitious tendencies in Calpurnia before, but now he saw her so alarmed. After the priests reported that they had made several sacrifices, yet still found them unfavorable, he decided to send Antony to dismiss the senate.
In this juncture, Decimus Brutus, surnamed Albinus, one whom Caesar had such confidence in that he made him his second heir, who nevertheless was engaged in the conspiracy with the other Brutus and Cassius, fearing lest if Caesar should put off the senate to another day, the business might get wind, spoke scoffingly and in mockery of the diviners, and blamed Caesar for giving the senate so fair an occasion of saying he had put a slight upon them, for that they were met upon his summons, and were ready to vote unanimously, that he should be declared king of all the provinces out of Italy, and might wear a diadem in any other place but Italy, by sea or land. If anyone should be sent to tell them they might break up for the present, and meet again when Calpurnia should chance to have better dreams, what would his enemies say? Or who would with any patience hear his friends, if they should presume to defend his government as not arbitrary and tyrannical? But if he was possessed so far as to think this day unfortunate, yet it were more decent to go himself to the senate, and to adjourn it in his own person. Brutus, as he spoke these words, took Caesar by the hand, and conducted him forth. He was not gone far from the door, when a servant of some other person’s made towards him, but not being able to come up to him, on account of the crowd of those who pressed about him, he made his way into the house, and committed himself to Calpurnia, begging of her to secure him till Caesar returned, because he had matters of great importance to communicate to him.
At this point, Decimus Brutus, known as Albinus, was someone whom Caesar trusted so much that he made him his second heir. However, he was involved in the conspiracy with Brutus and Cassius. Worried that if Caesar postponed the senate meeting, the plot might be exposed, he spoke sarcastically about the diviners and criticized Caesar for giving the senate such a good reason to feel disrespected. They had gathered at his request and were ready to vote unanimously to declare him king of all provinces outside of Italy and allow him to wear a crown anywhere except Italy, whether at sea or on land. If someone were to be sent to tell them they could disperse for now and meet again after Calpurnia had better dreams, what would his enemies say? Who would even listen to his friends if they tried to defend his rule as anything other than tyrannical? But if he was so convinced this day was going to be unlucky, it would be more appropriate for him to go to the senate himself and postpone the meeting personally. As Brutus said this, he took Caesar’s hand and led him out. They hadn’t gotten far from the door when a servant from someone else approached him, but unable to reach him due to the crowd, he entered the house and asked Calpurnia to keep him safe until Caesar returned, explaining he had important matters to discuss with him.
Artemidorus, a Cnidian, a teacher of Greek logic, and by that means so far acquainted with Brutus and his friends as to have got into the secret, brought Caesar in a small written memorial, the heads of what he had to depose. He had observed that Caesar, as he received any papers, presently gave them to the servants who attended on him; and therefore came as near to him as he could, and said, “Read this, Caesar, alone, and quickly, for it contains matter of great importance which nearly concerns you.” Caesar received it, and tried several times to read it, but was still hindered by the crowd of those who came to speak to him. However, he kept it in his hand by itself till he came into the senate. Some say it was another who gave Caesar this note, and that Artemidorus could not get to him, being all along kept off by the crowd.
Artemidorus, a Cnidian and a teacher of Greek logic, was familiar enough with Brutus and his friends to learn their secret plan. He handed Caesar a brief written note outlining what he needed to communicate. Noticing that Caesar usually turned over any papers he received to the servants nearby, Artemidorus approached him as closely as he could and said, “Read this, Caesar, quickly and alone, because it contains very important information that concerns you directly.” Caesar took the note and attempted to read it multiple times, but he was continually interrupted by people trying to talk to him. Despite this, he held onto it until he reached the senate. Some claim that it was someone else who gave Caesar the note and that Artemidorus couldn't reach him due to being blocked by the crowd.
All these things might happen by chance. But the place which was destined for the scene of this murder, in which the senate met that day, was the same in which Pompey’s statue stood, and was one of the edifices which Pompey had raised and dedicated with his theater to the use of the public, plainly showing that there was something of a supernatural influence which guided the action, and ordered it to that particular place. Cassius, just before the act, is said to have looked towards Pompey’s statue, and silently implored his assistance, though he had been inclined to the doctrines of Epicurus. But this occasion, and the instant danger, carried him away out of all his reasonings, and filled him for the time with a sort of inspiration. As for Antony, who was firm to Caesar, and a strong man, Brutus Albinus kept him outside the house, and delayed him with a long conversation contrived on purpose. When Caesar entered, the senate stood up to show their respect to him, and of Brutus’s confederates, some came about his chair and stood behind it, others met him, pretending to add their petitions to those of Tillius Cimber, in behalf of his brother, who was in exile; and they followed him with their joint supplications till he came to his seat. When he was sat down, he refused to comply with their requests, and upon their urging him further, began to reproach them severally for their importunities, when Tillius, laying hold of his robe with both his hands, pulled it down from his neck, which was the signal for the assault. Casca gave him the first cut, in the neck, which was not mortal nor dangerous, as coming from one who at the beginning of such a bold action was probably very much disturbed. Caesar immediately turned about, and laid his hand upon the dagger and kept hold of it. And both of them at the same time cried out, he that received the blow, in Latin, “Vile Casca, what does this mean?” and he that gave it, in Greek, to his brother, “Brother, help!” Upon this first onset, those who were not privy to the design were astonished and their horror and amazement at what they saw were so great, that they durst not fly nor assist Caesar, nor so much as speak a word. But those who came prepared for the business enclosed him on every side, with their naked daggers in their hands. Which way soever he turned, he met with blows, and saw their swords leveled at his face and eyes, and was encompassed, like a wild beast in the toils, on every side. For it had been agreed they should each of them make a thrust at him, and flesh themselves with his blood; for which reason Brutus also gave him one stab in the groin. Some say that he fought and resisted all the rest, shifting his body to avoid the blows, and calling out for help, but that when he saw Brutus’s sword drawn, he covered his face with his robe and submitted, letting himself fall, whether it were by chance, or that he was pushed in that direction by his murderers, at the foot of the pedestal on which Pompey’s statue stood, and which was thus wetted with his blood. So that Pompey himself seemed to have presided, as it were, over the revenge done upon his adversary, who lay here at his feet, and breathed out his soul through his multitude of wounds, for they say he received three and twenty. And the conspirators themselves were many of them wounded by each other, whilst they all leveled their blows at the same person.
All these events could happen by chance. However, the place where this murder took place, where the senate met that day, was the same location as Pompey’s statue, one of the buildings that Pompey had constructed and dedicated along with his theater for public use. This clearly indicated some kind of supernatural influence guiding the act and directing it to that specific spot. Right before the act, Cassius reportedly looked toward Pompey’s statue and silently asked for its help, despite being drawn to Epicurean teachings. But on this occasion and due to the immediate danger, he was swept away from all his reasoning and was filled with a sort of inspiration. As for Antony—loyal to Caesar and a strong man—Brutus Albinus kept him outside the house and delayed him with a lengthy conversation arranged deliberately. When Caesar entered, the senate rose to show their respect for him, and some of Brutus's allies gathered around his chair while others approached him, pretending to add their requests to those of Tillius Cimber, who was advocating for his brother in exile; they followed him with their combined pleas until he reached his seat. Once he sat down, he refused to grant their requests, and when they pressed him further, he began to reproach them one by one for their persistence. Then Tillius, grabbing his robe with both hands, pulled it down from his neck, signaling the attack. Casca struck the first blow to his neck, which was not fatal or dangerous, likely because he was quite shaken at the start of such a bold act. Caesar quickly turned around, grabbed the dagger, and held on to it. Both of them simultaneously shouted—Caesar, who was struck, exclaimed in Latin, “Vile Casca, what does this mean?” while Casca cried out in Greek to his brother, “Brother, help!” At this initial strike, those who were unaware of the plot were so stunned and horrified by what they witnessed that they dared not flee or help Caesar, nor could they even utter a word. Meanwhile, those who were in on the plan surrounded him with their daggers drawn. No matter how he turned, he faced blows and saw their swords aimed at his face and eyes, completely encircled, like a wild animal trapped in a net. It had been agreed that each participant would take a stab at him and taste his blood; for this reason, Brutus also stabbed him in the groin. Some say he fought against the rest, moving to avoid the strikes and calling for help, but when he saw Brutus’s sword drawn, he covered his face with his robe and yielded, falling to the ground—whether by chance or because he was pushed in that direction by his attackers—at the base of Pompey’s statue, which was stained with his blood. Thus, it seemed that Pompey himself presided over the revenge inflicted upon his rival, who lay at his feet, breathing out his soul through the many wounds he received; they say he suffered twenty-three in total. Many of the conspirators were also wounded by each other as they all aimed their blows at the same person.
When Caesar was dispatched, Brutus stood forth to give a reason for what they had done, but the senate would not hear him, but flew out of doors in all haste, and filled the people with so much alarm and distraction, that some shut up their houses, others left their counters and shops. All ran one way or the other, some to the place to see the sad spectacle, others back again after they had seen it. Antony and Lepidus, Caesar’s most faithful friends, got off privately, and hid themselves in some friends’ houses. Brutus and his followers, being yet hot from the deed, marched in a body from the senate-house to the capitol with their drawn swords, not like persons who thought of escaping, but with an air of confidence and assurance, and as they went along, called to the people to resume their liberty, and invited the company of any more distinguished people whom they met. And some of these joined the procession and went up along with them, as if they also had been of the conspiracy, and could claim a share in the honor of what had been done. As, for example, Caius Octavius and Lentulus Spinther, who suffered afterwards for their vanity, being taken off by Antony and the young Caesar, and lost the honor they desired, as well as their lives, which it cost them, since no one believed they had any share in the action. For neither did those who punished them profess to revenge the fact, but the ill-will. The day after, Brutus with the rest came down from the capitol, and made a speech to the people, who listened without expressing either any pleasure or resentment, but showed by their silence that they pitied Caesar, and respected Brutus. The senate passed acts of oblivion for what was past, and took measures to reconcile all parties. They ordered that Caesar should be worshipped as a divinity, and nothing, even of the slightest consequence, should be revoked, which he had enacted during his government. At the same time they gave Brutus and his followers the command of provinces, and other considerable posts. So that all people now thought things were well settled, and brought to the happiest adjustment.
When Caesar was sent off, Brutus stepped forward to explain their actions, but the senate wouldn’t listen to him. They hurried out, causing such panic and chaos among the people that some locked up their homes while others left their businesses behind. Everyone rushed in different directions—some went to see the tragic scene, while others returned after witnessing it. Antony and Lepidus, two of Caesar’s closest friends, slipped away and hid in the homes of acquaintances. Brutus and his followers, still fired up from what they had done, marched from the senate-house to the capitol with their swords drawn, not looking like they were trying to escape, but instead carrying themselves with confidence. As they walked, they called out to the people to take back their freedom and welcomed any prominent individuals they encountered to join them. Some of these individuals joined the group, acting as if they were part of the conspiracy and sharing in the glory of what had happened. For instance, Caius Octavius and Lentulus Spinther later faced consequences for their arrogance, being taken down by Antony and the young Caesar, ultimately losing both the honor they sought and their lives since no one believed they played a role in the event. Those who punished them did not claim they were avenging the act itself but rather their resentment. The next day, Brutus and the others came down from the capitol and addressed the crowd, who listened in silence without showing any approval or anger. Their quietness revealed sympathy for Caesar and respect for Brutus. The senate passed measures to forgive past actions and worked to bring all sides together. They decided that Caesar should be honored as a god, and nothing, even minor regulations, should be revoked from what he had instituted during his rule. At the same time, they gave Brutus and his followers control over provinces and other significant positions. Thus, everyone thought things were under control and had reached the best solution.
But when Caesar’s will was opened, and it was found that he had left a considerable legacy to each one of the Roman citizens, and when his body was seen carried through the market-place all mangled with wounds, the multitude could no longer contain themselves within the bounds of tranquillity and order, but heaped together a pile of benches, bars, and tables, which they placed the corpse on, and setting fire to it, burnt it on them. Then they took brands from the pile, and ran some to fire the houses of the conspirators, others up and down the city, to find out the men and tear them to pieces, but met, however, with none of them, they having taken effectual care to secure themselves.
But when Caesar’s will was read, and it was revealed that he had left a significant legacy to each Roman citizen, and when they saw his body being carried through the marketplace, all battered and wounded, the crowd could no longer remain calm and orderly. They gathered benches, bars, and tables, which they used to place the corpse on, and then set it on fire. After that, they took torches from the flames and ran to ignite the houses of the conspirators, while others searched the city for the men to tear them apart, but they found none, as the conspirators had taken strong measures to protect themselves.
One Cinna, a friend of Caesar’s, chanced the night before to have an odd dream. He fancied that Caesar invited him to supper, and that upon his refusal to go with him, Caesar took him by the hand and forced him, though he hung back. Upon hearing the report that Caesar’s body was burning in the market-place, he got up and went thither, out of respect to his memory, though his dream gave him some ill apprehensions, and though he was suffering from a fever. One of the crowd who saw him there, asked another who that was, and having learned his name, told it to his next neighbor. It presently passed for a certainty that he was one of Caesar’s murderers, as, indeed, there was another Cinna, a conspirator, and they, taking this to be the man, immediately seized him, and tore him limb from limb upon the spot.
One Cinna, a friend of Caesar’s, had a strange dream the night before. He dreamed that Caesar invited him to dinner, and when he refused to go, Caesar took him by the hand and forced him, even though he resisted. When he heard that Caesar’s body was being burned in the marketplace, he got up and went there out of respect for his memory, even though his dream unsettled him and he was running a fever. One person in the crowd saw him and asked someone else who he was. After learning his name, the person shared it with their neighbor. It quickly spread that he was one of Caesar’s murderers since there was another Cinna who was a conspirator, and they, believing he was that man, immediately seized him and tore him apart right there.
Brutus and Cassius, frightened at this, within a few days retired out of the city. What they afterwards did and suffered, and how they died, is written in the Life of Brutus. Caesar died in his fifty-sixth year, not having survived Pompey above four years. That empire and power which he had pursued through the whole course of his life with so much hazard, he did at last with much difficulty compass, but reaped no other fruits from it than the empty name and invidious glory. But the great genius which attended him through his lifetime, even after his death remained as the avenger of his murder, pursuing through every sea and land all those who were concerned in it, and suffering none to escape, but reaching all who in any sort or kind were either actually engaged in the fact, or by their counsels any way promoted it.
Brutus and Cassius, scared by this, left the city within a few days. What they did next, what they went through, and how they died is detailed in the Life of Brutus. Caesar died at fifty-six, not having outlived Pompey by more than four years. The empire and power he chased throughout his life with so much risk, he ultimately achieved with great difficulty, but gained nothing from it except an empty title and unwanted fame. However, the remarkable spirit that accompanied him during his life continued even after his death, seeking revenge for his murder and pursuing everyone involved, not letting anyone escape, reaching all who were directly involved or had in any way supported it.
The most remarkable of mere human coincidences was that which befell Cassius, who, when he was defeated at Philippi, killed himself with the same dagger which he had made use of against Caesar. The most signal preternatural appearances were the great comet, which shone very bright for seven nights after Caesar’s death, and then disappeared, and the dimness of the sun, whose orb continued pale and dull for the whole of that year, never showing its ordinary radiance at its rising, and giving but a weak and feeble heat. The air consequently was damp and gross, for want of stronger rays to open and rarify it. The fruits, for that reason, never properly ripened, and began to wither and fall off for want of heat, before they were fully formed. But above all, the phantom which appeared to Brutus showed the murder was not pleasing to the gods. The story of it is this.
The most remarkable of human coincidences was what happened to Cassius, who, after his defeat at Philippi, killed himself with the same dagger he had used against Caesar. The most notable supernatural events were the bright comet that shone for seven nights after Caesar’s death and then vanished, and the dullness of the sun, which remained pale and dim for the entire year, never displaying its usual brightness at sunrise and providing only weak and feeble warmth. As a result, the air was damp and heavy, lacking the stronger rays needed to open and lighten it. The fruits, therefore, never ripened properly and began to wither and fall off before they were fully developed due to the lack of heat. But above all, the apparition that appeared to Brutus indicated that the murder was displeasing to the gods. The story goes like this.
Brutus being to pass his army from Abydos to the continent on the other side, laid himself down one night, as he used to do, in his tent, and was not asleep, but thinking of his affairs, and what events he might expect. For he is related to have been the least inclined to sleep of all men who have commanded armies, and to have had the greatest natural capacity for continuing awake, and employing himself without need of rest. He thought he heard a noise at the door of his tent, and looking that way, by the light of his lamp, which was almost out, saw a terrible figure, like that of a man, but of unusual stature and severe countenance. He was somewhat frightened at first, but seeing it neither did nor spoke anything to him, only stood silently by his bed-side, he asked who it was. The specter answered him, “Thy evil genius, Brutus, thou shalt see me at Philippi.” Brutus answered courageously, “Well, I shall see you,” and immediately the appearance vanished. When the time was come, he drew up his army near Philippi against Antony and Caesar, and in the first battle won the day, routed the enemy, and plundered Caesar’s camp. The night before the second battle, the same phantom appeared to him again, but spoke not a word. He presently understood his destiny was at hand, and exposed himself to all the danger of the battle. Yet he did not die in the fight, but seeing his men defeated, got up to the top of a rock, and there presenting his sword to his naked breast, and assisted, as they say, by a friend, who helped him to give the thrust, met his death.
Brutus was getting ready to move his army from Abydos to the other side and went to bed one night in his tent, lying awake as usual, thinking about his plans and what might happen next. He was known to be the least likely person to fall asleep among all the commanders and had a natural ability to stay awake and stay busy without needing rest. He thought he heard a noise at the entrance of his tent, and when he looked over, revealed by the dim light of his nearly burnt-out lamp, he saw a terrifying figure resembling a man but much larger and with a harsh expression. He was a bit scared at first, but since the figure neither spoke nor moved, just standing silently beside his bed, he asked who it was. The specter replied, “Your evil spirit, Brutus, you'll see me at Philippi.” Brutus responded boldly, “Alright, I will see you,” and then the apparition disappeared. When the time came, he positioned his army near Philippi to face Antony and Caesar, and in the first battle, he won decisively, defeated the enemy, and looted Caesar’s camp. The night before the second battle, the same ghost appeared to him once more but didn’t say a word. He quickly realized his fate was approaching and put himself at greater risk during the battle. However, he did not die in the fight; upon seeing his men defeated, he climbed to the top of a rock and, presenting his sword to his chest, with help from a friend who assisted him in the thrust, he met his end.
PHOCION
Demades, the orator, when in the height of the power which he obtained at Athens by advising the state in the interest of Antipater and the Macedonians, being necessitated to write and speak many things below the dignity, and contrary to the character, of the city, was wont to excuse himself by saying he steered only the shipwrecks of the commonwealth. This hardy saying of his might have some appearance of truth, if applied to Phocion’s government. For Demades indeed was himself the mere wreck of his country, living and ruling so dissolutely, that Antipater took occasion to say of him, when he was now grown old, that he was like a sacrificed beast, all consumed except the tongue and the belly. But Phocion’s was a real virtue, only overmatched in the unequal contest with an adverse time, and rendered by the ill fortunes of Greece inglorious and obscure. We must not, indeed, allow ourselves to concur with Sophocles in so far diminishing the force of virtue as to say that,
Demades, the orator, at the height of his power in Athens due to his advice benefiting Antipater and the Macedonians, was often forced to write and say things that were beneath the dignity and contrary to the character of the city. He would excuse himself by claiming he was only managing the aftermath of the commonwealth's failures. This bold statement might have seemed somewhat true if related to Phocion’s leadership. For Demades was, in fact, the wreck of his country, living and ruling so recklessly that Antipater remarked about him, in his old age, that he was like a sacrificed animal, reduced to nothing but tongue and belly. In contrast, Phocion embodied true virtue, but it was overshadowed by the unfair challenges of his time and the misfortunes of Greece, leaving him largely unrecognized and obscure. We should not, however, agree with Sophocles to the extent of undermining the essence of virtue by saying that,
When fortune fails, the sense we had before
Deserts us also, and is ours no more.
When luck runs out, the clarity we once had
Abandons us too, and is no longer ours.
Yet thus much, indeed, must be allowed to happen in the conflicts between good men and ill fortune, that instead of due returns of honor and gratitude, obloquy and unjust surmises may often prevail, to weaken, in a considerable degree, the credit of their virtue.
Yet it must be acknowledged that in the struggles between good people and bad luck, instead of receiving the honor and gratitude they deserve, they may often face insults and unfair assumptions that greatly undermine the respect for their virtues.
It is commonly said that public bodies are most insulting and contumelious to a good man, when they are puffed up with prosperity and success. But the contrary often happens; afflictions and public calamities naturally embittering and souring the minds and tempers of men, and disposing them to such peevishness and irritability, that hardly any word or sentiment of common vigor can be addressed to them, but they will be apt to take offense. He that remonstrates with them on their errors, is presumed to be insulting over their misfortunes, and any free spoken expostulation is construed into contempt. Honey itself is searching in sore and ulcerated parts; and the wisest and most judicious counsels prove provoking to distempered minds, unless offered with those soothing and compliant approaches which made the poet, for instance, characterize agreeable things in general, by a word expressive of a grateful and easy touch, exciting nothing of offense or resistance. Inflamed eyes require a retreat into dusky places, amongst colors of the deepest shades, and are unable to endure the brilliancy of light. So fares it in the body politic, in times of distress and humiliation; a certain sensitiveness and soreness of humor prevail, with a weak incapacity of enduring any free and open advice, even when the necessity of affairs most requires such plain-dealing, and when the consequences of any single error may be beyond retrieving. At such times the conduct of public affairs is on all hands most hazardous. Those who humor the people are swallowed up in the common ruin; those who endeavor to lead them aright, perish the first in their attempt.
It’s often said that public institutions are most insulting and disrespectful to a good person when they’re feeling prosperous and successful. However, the opposite can frequently be true; difficulties and public disasters tend to make people bitter and irritable, making them prone to taking offense at even the simplest words or sentiments. If someone points out their mistakes, they think it’s an insult to their misfortunes, and any straightforward conversation is seen as disrespect. Sweet things can be irritating when applied to sore spots, and even the wisest advice can provoke angry reactions unless it’s delivered in a gentle, accommodating manner. This is why poets often describe pleasant things using language that has a soft and easy touch, avoiding any hint of offense. Just like irritated eyes need to retreat to darker places and can’t handle bright lights, the political landscape reacts similarly during tough times. People are more sensitive and easily upset, struggling to accept any honest and direct advice, even when it’s vital. At these moments, managing public matters is extremely risky. Those who cater to the people's whims get caught up in the collective downfall, while those who try to guide them correctly are often the first to suffer.
Astronomers tell us, the sun’s motion is neither exactly parallel with that of the heavens in general, nor yet directly and diametrically opposite, but describing an oblique line, with insensible declination he steers his course in such a gentle, easy curve, as to dispense his light and influence, in his annual revolution, at several seasons, in just proportions to the whole creation. So it happens in political affairs; if the motions of rulers be constantly opposite and cross to the tempers and inclination of the people, they will be resented as arbitrary and harsh; as, on the other side, too much deference, or encouragement, as too often it has been, to popular faults and errors, is full of danger and ruinous consequences. But where concession is the response to willing obedience, and a statesman gratifies his people, that he may the more imperatively recall them to a sense of the common interest, then, indeed, human beings, who are ready enough to serve well and submit to much, if they are not always ordered about and roughly handled, like slaves, may be said to be guided and governed upon the method that leads to safety. Though it must be confessed, it is a nice point and extremely difficult, so to temper this lenity as to preserve the authority of the government. But if such a blessed mixture and temperament may be obtained, it seems to be of all concords and harmonies the most concordant and most harmonious. For thus we are taught even God governs the world, not by irresistible force, but persuasive argument and reason, controlling it into compliance with his eternal purposes.
Astronomers say that the sun's path isn't exactly parallel to the general motion of the heavens, nor is it completely opposite; instead, it moves in an angled line, gently curving its way to spread light and influence throughout its annual orbit, adjusting its distribution according to the seasons for all of creation. The same holds true in politics; if rulers consistently act in ways that oppose the moods and desires of the people, they will be viewed as arbitrary and cruel. Conversely, if leaders show too much deference to popular mistakes and faults, which has happened often, it can lead to danger and disastrous outcomes. However, when a leader responds to genuine obedience with concessions, and seeks to satisfy the people to steer them toward the common good, then people, who are generally willing to cooperate and follow guidance if treated with respect rather than harshly, can be said to be managed in a way that ensures safety. Admittedly, balancing this gentleness while maintaining the authority of the government is quite challenging. But if such a perfect blend can be achieved, it seems to be the most harmonious and cohesive of all relationships. This is how we learn that even God runs the world, not through sheer force, but through persuasive reasoning and logic, guiding it to align with His eternal plans.
Cato the younger is a similar instance. His manners were little agreeable or acceptable to the people, and he received very slender marks of their favor; witness his repulse when he sued for the consulship, which he lost, as Cicero says, for acting rather like a citizen in Plato’s commonwealth, than among the dregs of Romulus’s posterity, the same thing happening to him, in my opinion, as we observe in fruits ripe before their season, which we rather take pleasure in looking at and admiring, than actually use; so much was his old-fashioned virtue out of the present mode, among the depraved customs which time and luxury had introduced, that it appeared indeed remarkable and wonderful, but was too great and too good to suit the present exigencies, being so out of all proportion to the times. Yet his circumstances were not altogether like Phocion’s, who came to the helm when the ship of the state was just upon sinking. Cato’s time was, indeed, stormy and tempestuous, yet so as he was able to assist in managing the sails, and lend his helping hand to those who, which he was not allowed to do, commanded at the helm. Others were to blame for the result; yet his courage and virtue made it in spite of all a hard task for fortune to ruin the commonwealth, and it was only with long time and effort and by slow degrees, when he himself had all but succeeded in averting it, that the catastrophe was at last effected.
Cato the Younger is a similar case. His personality wasn't very likable or appealing to the people, and he received minimal support from them; just look at how he was rejected when he ran for consul, which he lost, as Cicero said, because he acted more like a citizen in Plato's ideal society than among the unrefined descendants of Romulus. It was similar, in my opinion, to ripe fruit that we enjoy looking at and admiring instead of actually using; his old-fashioned virtue was so out of sync with the corrupt customs that time and luxury had brought about that it seemed truly remarkable and extraordinary but was just too much and too good for the current situation, being completely disproportionate to the times. However, his circumstances were not exactly like Phocion's, who stepped in just as the state was about to sink. Cato was indeed in a turbulent and stormy time, but he could still help steer the ship and lend a hand to those who commanded it, even though he wasn't allowed to do so. Others were responsible for the outcome; yet his courage and virtue made it incredibly challenging for fortune to destroy the republic, and it only took a long time, a lot of effort, and gradual steps for the disaster to finally happen, especially after he nearly succeeded in preventing it.
Phocion and he may be well compared together, not for any mere general resemblances, as though we should say, both were good men and great statesmen. For assuredly there is difference enough among virtues of the same denomination, as between the bravery of Alcibiades and that of Epaminondas, the prudence of Themistocles and that of Aristides, the justice of Numa and that of Agesilaus. But these men’s virtues, even looking to the most minute points of difference, bear the same color, stamp, and character impressed upon them, so as not to be distinguishable. The mixture is still made in the same exact proportions, whether we look at the combination to be found in them both of lenity on the one hand, with austerity on the other; their boldness upon some occasions, and caution on others; their extreme solicitude for the public, and perfect neglect of themselves; their fixed and immovable bent to all virtuous and honest actions, accompanied with an extreme tenderness and scrupulosity as to doing anything which might appear mean or unworthy; so that we should need a very nice and subtle logic of discrimination to detect and establish the distinctions between them.
Phocion and he can be compared well, not just because they are both good men and great leaders. There’s definitely enough difference in their virtues, just like the bravery of Alcibiades versus that of Epaminondas, the prudence of Themistocles compared to Aristides, or the justice of Numa against Agesilaus. However, when looking closely at their virtues, they share the same essence, mark, and character, making it hard to tell them apart. The mix remains consistent, whether we consider their blend of gentleness on one side and strictness on the other; their boldness at times and caution at others; their deep concern for the public while completely neglecting their own needs; their unwavering commitment to all virtuous and honorable actions, along with a strong sensitivity to anything that might seem petty or unworthy. It would take a very fine and detailed logic to pinpoint and clarify the distinctions between them.
As to Cato’s extraction, it is confessed by all to have been illustrious, as will be said hereafter, nor was Phocion’s, I feel assured, obscure or ignoble. For had he been the son of a turner, as Idomeneus reports, it had certainly not been forgotten to his disparagement by Glaucippus, the son of Hyperides, when heaping up a thousand spiteful things to say against him. Nor, indeed, had it been possible for him, in such circumstances, to have had such a liberal breeding and education in his youth, as to be first Plato’s, and afterwards Xenocrates’s scholar in the Academy, and to have devoted himself from the first to the pursuit of the noblest studies and practices. His countenance was so composed, that scarcely was he ever seen by any Athenian either laughing, or in tears. He was rarely known, so Duris has recorded, to appear in the public baths, or was observed with his hand exposed outside his cloak, when he wore one. Abroad, and in the camp, he was so hardy in going always thin clad and barefoot, except in a time of excessive and intolerable cold, that the soldiers used to say in merriment, that it was like to be a hard winter when Phocion wore his coat.
As for Cato’s background, everyone agrees it was outstanding, as will be discussed later, and I’m confident Phocion’s was neither obscure nor unworthy. If he had indeed been the son of a carpenter, as Idomeneus claims, Glaucippus, the son of Hyperides, would definitely have used that against him, piling on insults. It wouldn’t have been possible for him, in that case, to have had such a comprehensive education in his youth, becoming first a student of Plato and later of Xenocrates in the Academy, dedicating himself from the beginning to the pursuit of the highest studies and practices. His demeanor was so composed that he was rarely seen by any Athenian laughing or crying. According to Duris, he was seldom seen in public baths and was never spotted with his hand sticking out from beneath his cloak when wearing one. When out in the field, he was so tough that he always went around dressed lightly and barefoot, except in extreme cold; the soldiers would joke that winter was bound to be harsh when Phocion wore a coat.
Although he was most gentle and humane in his disposition, his aspect was stern and forbidding, so that he was seldom accosted alone by any who were not intimate with him. When Chares once made some remark on his frowning looks, and the Athenians laughed at the jest. “My sullenness,” said Phocion, “never yet made any of you sad, but these men’s jollities have given you sorrow enough.” In like manner Phocion’s language, also, was full of instruction, abounding in happy maxims and wise thoughts, but admitted no embellishment to its austere and commanding brevity. Zeno said a philosopher should never speak till his words had been steeped in meaning; and such, it may be said, were Phocion’s, crowding the greatest amount of significance into the smallest allowance of space. And to this, probably, Polyeuctus, the Sphettian, referred, when he said that Demosthenes was, indeed, the best orator of his time, but Phocion the most powerful speaker. His oratory, like small coin of great value, was to be estimated, not by its bulk, but its intrinsic worth. He was once observed, it is said, when the theater was filling with the audience, to walk musing alone behind the scenes, which one of his friends taking notice of, said, “Phocion, you seem to be thoughtful.” “Yes,” replied he, “I am considering how I may shorten what I am going to say to the Athenians.” Even Demosthenes himself, who used to despise the rest of the haranguers, when Phocion stood up, was wont to say quietly to those about him, “Here is the pruning-knife of my periods.” This however, might refer, perhaps, not so much to his eloquence, as to the influence of his character, since not only a word, but even a nod from a person who is esteemed, is of more force than a thousand arguments or studied sentences from others.
Although he was gentle and kind by nature, he had a stern and intimidating appearance, which meant that few approached him unless they knew him well. When Chares once commented on his frowning face, the Athenians laughed. “My frowning,” Phocion replied, “has never made any of you sad, but the cheerful attitudes of others have caused you enough grief.” Similarly, Phocion’s speech was full of valuable insights, rich in wise sayings, yet it lacked any embellishments, maintaining a direct and commanding brevity. Zeno said that a philosopher shouldn’t speak until their words were full of meaning; this was true of Phocion, who packed a lot of significance into few words. Polyeuctus from Sphettus likely referred to this when he said that while Demosthenes was the best speaker of his time, Phocion was the most influential. His oratory, like small change of high value, should be judged by its content rather than its quantity. Once, as the theater filled with people, he was seen walking thoughtfully behind the scenes. One friend noticed and said, “Phocion, you seem lost in thought.” “Yes,” he replied, “I’m thinking about how I can make my speech to the Athenians shorter.” Even Demosthenes, who tended to look down on other speakers, would quietly say to those around him when Phocion stood up, “Here comes the editing tool for my speeches.” However, this might relate more to his strong character than to his eloquence, as a word or even a nod from someone respected carries more weight than a thousand arguments or carefully crafted sentences from others.
In his youth he followed Chabrias, the general, from whom he gained many lessons in military knowledge, and in return did something to correct his unequal and capricious humor. For whereas at other times Chabrias was heavy and phlegmatic, in the heat of battle he used to be so fired and transported, that he threw himself headlong into danger beyond the forwardest, which, indeed, in the end, cost him his life in the island of Chios, he having pressed his own ship foremost to force a landing. But Phocion, being a man of temper as well as courage, had the dexterity at some times to rouse the general, when in his procrastinating mood, to action, and at others to moderate and cool the impetuousness of his unseasonable fury. Upon which account Chabrias, who was a good-natured, kindly-tempered man, loved him much, and procured him commands and opportunities for action, giving him means to make himself known in Greece, and using his assistance in all his affairs of moment. Particularly the sea-fight at Naxos added not a little to Phocion’s reputation, when he had the left squadron committed to him by Chabrias, as in this quarter the battle was sharply contested, and was decided by a speedy victory. And this being the first prosperous sea-battle the city had engaged in with its own force since its captivity, Chabrias won great popularity by it, and Phocion, also, got the reputation of a good commander. The victory was gained at the time of the Great Mysteries, and Chabrias used to keep the commemoration of it, by distributing wine among the Athenians, yearly, on the sixteenth day of Boedromion.
In his youth, he followed General Chabrias, from whom he learned a lot about military strategy, and in return, he helped to temper Chabrias's uneven and unpredictable temperament. While Chabrias could be slow and indifferent at times, during battle, he became so fired up and passionate that he plunged headfirst into danger, often ahead of everyone else, which ultimately cost him his life on the island of Chios when he led his ship ahead to force a landing. However, Phocion, being both level-headed and brave, had the skill to encourage the general to take action when he was hesitating and to calm him down when his anger became too intense. Because of this, Chabrias, who was a kind and friendly man, greatly admired him and helped him gain command positions and chances to shine in Greece, relying on his support for important matters. Notably, the naval battle at Naxos greatly boosted Phocion's reputation when Chabrias entrusted him with the left squadron, where the fight was fierce and ended in a quick victory. This was the first successful naval battle the city had fought with its own forces since its capture, leading to Chabrias gaining much popularity, while Phocion earned recognition as a capable commander. The victory occurred during the Great Mysteries, and Chabrias commemorated it by giving wine to the Athenians every year on the sixteenth day of Boedromion.
After this, Chabrias sent Phocion to demand their quota of the charges of the war from the islanders, and offered him a guard of twenty ships. Phocion told him, if he intended him to go against them as enemies, that force was insignificant; if as to friends and allies, one vessel was sufficient. So he took his own single galley, and having visited the cities, and treated with the magistrates in an equitable and open manner, he brought back a number of ships, sent by the confederates to Athens, to convey the supplies. Neither did his friendship and attention close with Chabrias’s life, but after his decease he carefully maintained it to all that were related to him, and chiefly to his son Ctesippus, whom he labored to bring to some good, and although he was a stupid and intractable young fellow, always endeavored, so far as in him lay, to correct and cover his faults and follies. Once, however, when the youngster was very impertinent and troublesome to him in the camp, interrupting him with idle questions, and putting forward his opinions and suggestions of how the war should be conducted, he could not forbear exclaiming, “O Chabrias, Chabrias, how grateful I show myself for your friendship, in submitting to endure your son.”
After this, Chabrias sent Phocion to ask the islanders for their share of the war expenses and offered him a guard of twenty ships. Phocion replied that if he was meant to confront them as enemies, that force was too small; but if he was to treat them as friends and allies, one ship would be enough. So he took his own single vessel and, after visiting the cities and negotiating with the officials fairly and openly, he returned with several ships sent by the allies to Athens to deliver supplies. His friendship and support didn't end with Chabrias's life; after his death, he continued to care for all Chabrias's relatives, especially his son Ctesippus, whom he tried to guide toward a better path. Even though Ctesippus was a foolish and stubborn young man, he always tried, as best he could, to correct his mistakes and shortcomings. However, one time when the young man was particularly disrespectful and annoying to him in the camp, interrupting him with pointless questions and offering his own opinions on how the war should be run, Phocion couldn't help but exclaim, “Oh Chabrias, Chabrias, how grateful I am for your friendship, having to put up with your son.”
Upon looking into public matters, and the way in which they were now conducted, he observed that the administration of affairs was cut and parceled out, like so much land by allotment, between the military men and the public speakers, so that neither these nor those should interfere with the claims of the others. As the one were to address the assemblies, to draw up votes and prepare motions, men, for example, like Eubulus, Aristophon, Demosthenes, Lycurgus, and Hyperides, and were to push their interests here; so, in the meantime, Diopithes, Menestheus, Leosthenes, and Chares, were to make their profit by war and in military commands. Phocion, on the other hand, was desirous to restore and carry out the old system, more complete in itself, and more harmonious and uniform, which prevailed in the times of Pericles, Aristides, and Solon; when statesmen showed themselves, to use Archilochus’s words, —
Upon examining public affairs and how they were currently managed, he noticed that the handling of these issues was divided up, much like parcels of land are allocated, between military leaders and public speakers, ensuring that neither side would obstruct the other's interests. While individuals like Eubulus, Aristophon, Demosthenes, Lycurgus, and Hyperides were focused on addressing the assemblies, drafting votes, and pushing their agendas, others like Diopithes, Menestheus, Leosthenes, and Chares were looking to profit from military actions and commands. In contrast, Phocion wanted to restore and implement the previous system, which was more complete, harmonious, and consistent, similar to what existed in the times of Pericles, Aristides, and Solon, when statesmen were truly engaged, to use Archilochus's words, —
Mars’ and the Muses’ friends alike designed,
To arts and arms indifferently inclined,
Mars' and the Muses' friends alike created,
To arts and warfare equally drawn,
and the presiding goddess of his country was, he did not fail to see, the patroness and protectress of both civil and military wisdom. With these views, while his advice at home was always for peace and quietness, he nevertheless held the office of general more frequently than any of the statesmen, not only of his own times, but of those preceding, never, indeed, promoting or encouraging military expeditions, yet never, on the other hand, shunning or declining, when he was called upon by the public voice. Thus much is well known, that he was no less than forty-five several times chosen general, he being never on any one of those occasions present at the election, but having the command, in his absence, by common suffrage, conferred on him, and he sent for on purpose to undertake it. Insomuch that it amazed those who did not well consider, to see the people always prefer Phocion, who was so far from humoring them or courting their favor, that he always thwarted and opposed them. But so it was, as great men and princes are said to call in their flatterers when dinner has been served, so the Athenians, upon slight occasions, entertained and diverted themselves with their spruce speakers and trim orators, but when it came to action, they were sober and considerate enough to single out the austerest and wisest for public employment, however much he might be opposed to their wishes and sentiments. This, indeed, he made no scruple to admit, when the oracle from Delphi was read, which informed them that the Athenians were all of one mind, a single dissentient only excepted, frankly coming forward and declaring that they need look no further; he was the man, there was no one but he who was dissatisfied with everything they did. And when once he gave his opinion to the people, and was met with the general approbation and applause of the assembly, turning to some of his friends, he asked them, “Have I inadvertently said something foolish?”
and the main goddess of his country was, he realized, the supporter and protector of both civil and military wisdom. With this understanding, while he always advocated for peace and stability at home, he still held the position of general more often than any of the politicians, not only of his own time but also of those before, never actually promoting or encouraging military campaigns, yet never avoiding or declining when the public called on him. It’s well known that he was chosen general no less than forty-five times, never actually present at the elections, but having the command given to him in his absence by popular vote, and he was summoned specifically to take it on. It amazed those who didn’t think too deeply to see that the people consistently preferred Phocion, who was far from trying to please them or win their favor, instead always opposing and contradicting them. Just as great leaders and rulers are said to call in their flatterers once dinner is served, the Athenians entertained themselves on minor occasions with their flashy speakers and polished orators, but when it came to action, they were sensible enough to choose the sternest and wisest for public duties, regardless of how much they might go against the people's wishes and opinions. He openly acknowledged this when the oracle from Delphi was read, which stated that the Athenians were of one mind, except for one dissenting voice, and he boldly came forward to declare that they didn’t need to look any further; he was the person who was unhappy with everything they did. And once, after he shared his opinion with the people and received widespread approval and applause from the assembly, he turned to some of his friends and asked, “Did I accidentally say something silly?”
Upon occasion of a public festivity, being solicited for his contribution by the example of others, and the people pressing him much, he bade them apply themselves to the wealthy; for his part he should blush to make a present here, rather than a repayment there, turning and, pointing to Callicles, the money-lender. Being still clamored upon and importuned, he told them this tale. A certain cowardly fellow setting out for the wars, hearing the ravens croak in his passage, threw down his arms, resolving to wait. Presently he took them and ventured out again, but hearing the same music, once more made a stop. “For,” said he, “you may croak till you are tired, but you shall make no dinner upon me.”
At a public celebration, when people were asking him for a donation, influenced by others and pressured by the crowd, he told them to seek help from the rich instead. He felt embarrassed to give something here when he owed something there, gesturing towards Callicles, the moneylender. As they continued to insist and pester him, he shared this story. There was a cowardly man who set out for war, and when he heard the ravens cawing, he dropped his weapons and decided to wait. After a while, he picked them up and tried again, but when he heard the same sounds, he stopped once more. "You can caw until you're exhausted," he said, "but you won't get a meal out of me."
The Athenians urging him at an unseasonable time to lead them out against the enemy, he peremptorily refused, and being upbraided by them with cowardice and pusillanimity, he told them, “Just now, do what you will, I shall not be brave; and do what I will, you will not be cowards. Nevertheless, we know well enough what we are.” And when again, in a time of great danger, the people were very harsh upon him, demanding a strict account how the public money had been employed, and the like, he bade them, “First, good friends, make sure you are safe.” After a war, during which they had been very tractable and timorous, when, upon peace being made, they began again to be confident and overbearing, and to cry out upon Phocion, as having lost them the honor of victory, to all their clamor he made only this answer, “My friends, you are fortunate in having a leader who knows you; otherwise, you had long since been undone.”
The Athenians, pressing him at a bad time to lead them against the enemy, he flatly refused. When they accused him of cowardice and weakness, he said, “Right now, do what you want, I won’t be brave; and no matter what I do, you won’t be cowards. Still, we all know who we really are.” Later, during a time of great danger, when the people were very harsh with him, demanding a detailed account of how the public money had been spent and similar things, he told them, “First, my friends, make sure you’re safe.” After a war when they had been very compliant and fearful, once peace was established, they became confident and arrogant again, criticizing Phocion for losing them the honor of victory. To all their complaints, he simply replied, “My friends, you’re lucky to have a leader who truly understands you; otherwise, you would have been ruined long ago.”
Having a controversy with the Boeotians about boundaries, which he counseled them to decide by negotiation, they inclined to blows. “You had better,” said he, “carry on the contest with the weapons in which you excel, (your tongues,) and not by war, in which you are inferior.” Once, when he was addressing them, and they would not hear him or let him go on, said he, “You may compel me to act against my wishes, but you shall never force me to speak against my judgment.” Among the many public speakers who opposed him, Demosthenes, for example, once told him, “The Athenians, Phocion, will kill you some day when they once are in a rage.” “And you,” said he, “if they once are in their senses.” Polyeuctus, the Sphettian, once on a hot day was urging war with Philip, and being a corpulent man, and out of breath and in a great heat with speaking, took numerous draughts of water as he went on. “Here, indeed,” said Phocion, “is a fit man to lead us into a war! What think you he will do when he is carrying his corslet and his shield to meet the enemy, if even here, delivering a prepared speech to you has almost killed him with exhaustion?” When Lycurgus in the assembly made many reflections on his past conduct, upbraiding him above all for having advised them to deliver up the ten citizens whom Alexander had demanded, he replied that he had been the author of much safe and wholesome counsel, which had not been followed.
Having a dispute with the Boeotians over boundaries, which he advised them to resolve through negotiation, they leaned towards fighting. “You’d be better off,” he said, “competing with the talents you have (your words) instead of through war, where you aren’t as strong.” Once, when he was trying to speak to them and they wouldn’t listen or let him continue, he said, “You may force me to act against my wishes, but you’ll never make me speak against my judgment.” Among the many public speakers who opposed him, Demosthenes once warned him, “The Athenians, Phocion, will eventually kill you when they get angry.” “And you,” he replied, “if they ever get their heads straight.” Polyeuctus from Sphettos, on a hot day, was pushing for war against Philip and being a heavyset man, was out of breath and sweating heavily as he spoke, taking frequent sips of water. “Indeed,” said Phocion, “here’s a perfect guy to lead us into war! What do you think he’ll do when he’s carrying his armor and shield to face the enemy, if even now, just delivering a prepared speech, he’s almost collapsed from exhaustion?” When Lycurgus spoke in the assembly, criticizing him particularly for advising them to hand over the ten citizens Alexander had demanded, he replied that he had given a lot of safe and sensible advice that was ignored.
There was a man called Archibiades, nicknamed the Lacedaemonian, who used to go about with a huge overgrown beard, wearing an old threadbare cloak, and affecting a very stern countenance. Phocion once, when attacked in council by the rest, appealed to this man for his support and testimony. And when he got up and began to speak on the popular side, putting his hand to his beard, “O Archibiades,” said he, “it is time you should shave.” Aristogiton, a common accuser, was a terrible man of war within the assembly, always inflaming the people to battle, but when the muster-roll came to be produced, he appeared limping on a crutch, with a bandage on his leg; Phocion descried him afar off, coming in, and cried out to the clerk, “Put down Aristogiton, too, as lame and worthless.”
There was a man named Archibiades, known as the Lacedaemonian, who walked around with a huge, overgrown beard, wearing an old, tattered cloak, and having a very serious face. One time, when Phocion was attacked in the council by others, he asked this man for his support and testimony. When Archibiades stood up and started speaking on the popular side, Phocion said, “Oh Archibiades, it’s time for you to shave.” Aristogiton, a frequent accuser, was a fierce warrior in the assembly, always stirring up the people to fight, but when it was time to take attendance, he showed up limping on a crutch, with a bandage on his leg. Phocion spotted him from a distance as he came in and shouted to the clerk, “Also write down Aristogiton as lame and useless.”
So that it is a little wonderful, how a man so severe and harsh upon all occasions should, notwithstanding, obtain the name of the Good. Yet, though difficult, it is not, I suppose, impossible for men’s tempers, any more than for wines, to be at the same time harsh and agreeable to the taste; just as on the other hand many that are sweet at the first taste, are found, on further use, extremely disagreeable and very unwholesome. Hyperides, we are told, once said to the people, “Do not ask yourselves, men of Athens, whether or not I am bitter, but whether or not I am paid for being so,” as though a covetous purpose were the only thing that should make a harsh temper insupportable, and as if men might not even more justly render themselves obnoxious to popular dislike and censure, by using their power and influence in the indulgence of their own private passions of pride and jealousy, anger and animosity. Phocion never allowed himself from any feeling of personal hostility to do hurt to any fellow-citizen, nor, indeed, reputed any man his enemy, except so far as he could not but contend sharply with such as opposed the measures he urged for the public good; in which argument he was, indeed, a rude, obstinate, and uncompromising adversary. For his general conversation, it was easy, courteous, and obliging to all, to that point that he would befriend his very opponents in their distress, and espouse the cause of those who differed most from him, when they needed his patronage. His friends reproaching him for pleading in behalf of a man of indifferent character, he told them the innocent had no need of an advocate. Aristogiton, the sycophant, whom we mentioned before, having after sentence passed upon him, sent earnestly to Phocion to speak with him in the prison, his friends dissuaded him from going; “Nay, by your favor,” said he, “where should I rather choose to pay Aristogiton a visit?”
Isn't it a bit amazing how a man who is so strict and tough in every situation can still be called the Good? Even though it's hard, I think it's not impossible for people's temperaments, like wines, to be both harsh and pleasant at the same time; on the flip side, many things that seem sweet at first can turn out to be quite unpleasant and unhealthy later on. Hyperides once told the people of Athens, “Don’t ask yourselves if I’m bitter, but ask if I’m getting paid for it,” as if greed were the only reason to have an unbearable temper, and as if people couldn’t become even more disliked and criticized for using their power to satisfy their own pride, jealousy, anger, and resentment. Phocion never let personal animosity lead him to harm any fellow citizen, nor did he consider anyone his enemy unless they opposed the public good he advocated for; in that respect, he was a tough, stubborn, and uncompromising opponent. In general conversation, he was easygoing, polite, and helpful to everyone, to the extent that he would assist even his fiercest opponents in their troubles and take up the cause of those who were most different from him when they needed support. When his friends criticized him for defending someone of questionable character, he replied that the innocent didn’t need a champion. After his sentencing, Aristogiton, the informant we mentioned earlier, urgently requested to speak with Phocion in prison, but his friends tried to dissuade him from going; “No, if you don’t mind,” he said, “where else would I prefer to visit Aristogiton?”
As for the allies of the Athenians, and the islanders, whenever any admiral besides Phocion was sent, they treated him as an enemy suspect, barricaded their gates, blocked up their havens, brought in from the country their cattle, slaves, wives, and children, and put them in garrison; but upon Phocion’s arrival, they went out to welcome him in their private boats and barges, with streamers and garlands, and received him at landing with every demonstration of joy and pleasure.
As for the Athenians' allies and the islanders, whenever any admiral other than Phocion was sent, they treated him with suspicion like an enemy, locked their gates, blocked their harbors, brought their cattle, slaves, wives, and children from the countryside, and put them in a secure place; but when Phocion arrived, they came out to greet him in their personal boats and barges, with flags and floral decorations, and welcomed him onshore with all kinds of joy and celebration.
When king Philip was effecting his entry into Euboea, and was bringing over troops from Macedonia, and making himself master of the cities, by means of the tyrants who ruled in them, Plutarch of Eretria sent to request aid of the Athenians for the relief of the island, which was in imminent danger of falling wholly into the hands of the Macedonians. Phocion was sent thither with a handful of men in comparison, in expectation that the Euboeans themselves would flock in and join him. But when he came, he found all things in confusion, the country all betrayed, the whole ground, as it were, undermined under his feet, by the secret pensioners of king Philip, so that he was in the greatest risk imaginable. To secure himself as far as he could, he seized a small rising ground, which was divided from the level plains about Tamynae by a deep watercourse, and here he enclosed and fortified the choicest of his army. As for the idle talkers and disorderly bad citizens who ran off from his camp and made their way back, he bade his officers not regard them, since here they would have been not only useless and ungovernable themselves, but an actual hindrance to the rest; and further, being conscious to themselves of the neglect of their duty, they would be less ready to misrepresent the action, or raise a cry against them at their return home. When the enemy drew nigh, he bade his men stand to their arms, until he had finished the sacrifice, in which he spent a considerable time, either by some difficulty of the thing itself, or on purpose to invite the enemy nearer. Plutarch, interpreting this tardiness as a failure in his courage, fell on alone with the mercenaries, which the cavalry perceiving, could not be contained, but issuing also out of the camp, confusedly and in disorder, spurred up to the enemy. The first who came up were defeated, the rest were put to the rout, Plutarch himself took to flight, and a body of the enemy advanced in the hope of carrying the camp, supposing themselves to have secured the victory. But by this time, the sacrifice being over, the Athenians within the camp came forward, and falling upon them put them to flight, and killed the greater number as they fled among the entrenchments, while Phocion ordering his infantry to keep on the watch and rally those who came in from the previous flight, himself, with a body of his best men, engaged the enemy in a sharp and bloody fight, in which all of them behaved with signal courage and gallantry. Thallus, the son of Cineas, and Glaucus, of Polymedes, who fought near the general, gained the honors of the day. Cleophanes, also, did good service in the battle. Recovering the cavalry from its defeat, and with his shouts and encouragement bringing them up to succor the general, who was in danger, he confirmed the victory obtained by the infantry. Phocion now expelled Plutarch from Eretria, and possessed himself of the very important fort of Zaretra, situated where the island is pinched in, as it were, by the seas on each side, and its breadth most reduced to a narrow girth. He released all the Greeks whom he took out of fear of the public speakers at Athens, thinking they might very likely persuade the people in their anger into committing some act of cruelty.
When King Philip was making his move into Euboea and bringing troops over from Macedonia, taking control of the cities with the help of the tyrants in charge, Plutarch of Eretria sent a request for help to the Athenians to save the island, which was in serious danger of completely falling into Macedonian hands. Phocion was sent over with just a small group of men, hoping that the Euboeans would rally to support him. However, upon his arrival, he found everything in chaos, with the locals betrayed and the ground practically undermined beneath him by Philip's secret agents, putting him in an extremely risky situation. To protect himself as much as possible, he seized a small hill that was separated from the flat plains around Tamynae by a deep waterway, where he enclosed and fortified the best of his troops. As for the idle talkers and troublemaker citizens who left his camp to return home, he instructed his officers to ignore them, as they would be not only useless and uncontrollable, but also a hindrance to the others; plus, being aware of their own failure to act, they would be less likely to misinterpret the situation or raise a fuss when they got back. When the enemy approached, he told his men to prepare for battle until he finished his sacrifice, which took quite a while, either due to the complexity of the ritual or to bait the enemy closer. Plutarch, seeing this delay as a sign of cowardice, charged in with the mercenaries, and the cavalry, unable to hold back, also rushed out of the camp chaotically toward the enemy. The first group that charged was defeated, and the rest were routed, causing Plutarch to flee. An enemy contingent moved forward, thinking they had secured victory and could capture the camp. But by then, after the sacrifice was complete, the Athenians inside the camp sprang into action, attacking and sending the enemy into retreat, killing many as they fled among the fortifications. Phocion ordered his infantry to stay alert and regroup those returning from the earlier flight, while he, along with his best soldiers, engaged the enemy in a fierce and bloody battle, where all displayed remarkable courage and valor. Thallus, the son of Cineas, and Glaucus of Polymedes, who fought close to the general, achieved honors that day. Cleophanes also played a vital role in the battle. After organizing the cavalry after their defeat and rallying them to support the general in danger, he solidified the victory already gained by the infantry. Phocion then expelled Plutarch from Eretria and took control of the strategically important fort of Zaretra, located where the island is squeezed by the sea on both sides, making it quite narrow. He also freed all the Greeks he captured, fearing that the public speakers in Athens might persuade the people, in their anger, to commit some act of cruelty.
This affair thus dispatched and settled, Phocion set sail homewards, and the allies had soon as good reason to regret the loss of his just and humane dealing, as the Athenians that of his experience and courage. Molossus, the commander who took his place, had no better success than to fall alive into the enemy’s hands. Philip, full of great thoughts and designs, now advanced with all his forces into the Hellespont, to seize the Chersonesus and Perinthus, and after them, Byzantium. The Athenians raised a force to relieve them, but the popular leaders made it their business to prefer Chares to be general, who, sailing thither, effected nothing worthy of the means placed in his hands. The cities were afraid, and would not receive his ships into their harbors, so that he did nothing but wander about, raising money from their friends, and despised by their enemies. And when the people, chafed by the orators, were extremely indignant, and repented having ever sent any help to the Byzantines, Phocion rose and told them they ought not to be angry with the allies for distrusting, but with their generals for being distrusted. “They make you suspected,” he said, “even by those who cannot possibly subsist without your succor.” The assembly being moved with this speech of his, changed their minds on the sudden, and commanded him immediately to raise another force, and go himself to assist their confederates in the Hellespont; an appointment which, in effect, contributed more than anything to the relief of Byzantium.
After wrapping up this situation, Phocion headed home, and the allies soon had good reason to regret the loss of his fair and compassionate leadership, just like the Athenians regretted losing his experience and bravery. Molossus, the commander who took over, didn't fare any better than to be captured alive by the enemy. Philip, filled with big plans and ambitions, now moved all his troops into the Hellespont to take control of Chersonesus and Perinthus, and then Byzantium. The Athenians gathered a force to help, but the popular leaders insisted on choosing Chares as their general. He set sail there but achieved nothing worthy of the resources he had. The cities were scared and wouldn't let his ships dock in their ports, so he just wandered around, collecting money from their allies while being looked down upon by their enemies. When the public, stirred up by the orators, grew very angry and regretted sending any aid to the Byzantines, Phocion stood up and told them they shouldn’t be mad at the allies for being distrustful, but at their generals for losing that trust. “They make you suspicious,” he said, “even among those who can’t survive without your help.” His words moved the assembly, and they quickly changed their minds, commanding him to raise another force immediately and go assist their allies in the Hellespont; this decision ended up being the biggest help to Byzantium.
For Phocion’s name was already honorably known; and an old acquaintance of his, who had been his fellow-student in the Academy, Leon, a man of high renown for virtue among the Byzantines, having vouched for Phocion to the city, they opened their gates to receive him, not permitting him, though he desired it, to encamp without the walls, but entertained him and all the Athenians with perfect reliance, while they, to requite their confidence, behaved among their new hosts soberly and inoffensively, and exerted themselves on all occasions with the greatest zeal and resolution for their defense. Thus king Philip was driven out of the Hellespont, and was despised to boot, whom till now, it had been thought impossible to match, or even to oppose. Phocion also took some of his ships, and recaptured some of the places he had garrisoned, making besides several inroads into the country, which he plundered and overran, until he received a wound from some of the enemy who came to the defense, and, thereupon, sailed away home.
Phocion was already well-respected; an old friend of his, Leon, who had studied with him at the Academy and was well-known for his integrity among the Byzantines, recommended Phocion to the city. They welcomed him in, refusing to let him camp outside the walls despite his wishes, and treated him and the Athenians with complete trust. In return, the Athenians acted responsibly and respectfully among their new hosts, committing themselves to their defense with great enthusiasm and determination. As a result, King Philip was pushed out of the Hellespont and held in contempt, something many had previously thought was impossible to achieve. Phocion also captured some of his ships and retook several places that Philip had occupied, launching numerous raids into the countryside, which he pillaged and devastated, until he was wounded by some enemy defenders, after which he sailed back home.
The Megarians at this time privately praying aid of the Athenians, Phocion, fearing lest the Boeotians should hear of it, and anticipate them, called an assembly at sunrise, and brought forward the petition of the Megarians, and immediately after the vote had been put, and carried in their favor, he sounded the trumpet, and led the Athenians straight from the assembly, to arm and put themselves in posture. The Megarians received them joyfully, and he proceeded to fortify Nisea, and built two new long walls from the city to the arsenal, and so joined it to the sea, so that having now little reason to regard the enemies on the land side, it placed its dependence entirely on the Athenians.
The Megarians were secretly seeking help from the Athenians at this time. Phocion, worried that the Boeotians would find out and take action first, called for a meeting at sunrise. He presented the Megarians' request, and once the vote was taken and passed in their favor, he blew the trumpet and led the Athenians straight from the meeting to get armed and ready. The Megarians welcomed them with joy, and he went on to strengthen Nisea, constructing two new long walls from the city to the arsenal, connecting it to the sea. This way, they had little reason to be concerned about threats from land and relied entirely on the Athenians for protection.
When final hostilities with Philip were now certain, and in Phocion’s absence other generals had been nominated, he on his arrival from the islands, dealt earnestly with the Athenians, that since Philip showed peaceable inclinations towards them, and greatly apprehended the danger, they would consent to a treaty. Being contradicted in this by one of the ordinary frequenters of the courts of justice, a common accuser, who asked him if he durst presume to persuade the Athenians to peace, now their arms were in their hands, “Yes,” said he, “though I know that if there be war, I shall be in office over you, and if peace, you over me.” But when he could not prevail, and Demosthenes’s opinion carried it, advising them to make war as far off from home as possible, and fight the battle out of Attica, “Good friend,” said Phocion, “let us not ask where we shall fight, but how we may conquer in the war. That will be the way to keep it at a distance. If we are beaten, it will be quickly at our doors.” After the defeat, when the clamorers and incendiaries in the town would have brought up Charidemus to the hustings, to be nominated to the command, the best of the citizens were in a panic, and supporting themselves with the aid of the council of the Areopagus, with entreaties and tears hardly prevailed upon the people to have Phocion entrusted with the care of the city. He was of opinion, in general, that the fair terms to be expected from Philip should be accepted, yet after Demades had made a motion that the city should receive the common conditions of peace in concurrence with the rest of the states of Greece, he opposed it, till it were known what the particulars were which Philip demanded. He was overborne in this advice, under the pressure of the time, but almost immediately after, the Athenians repented it, when they understood that by these articles, they were obliged to furnish Philip both with horse and shipping. “It was the fear of this,” said Phocion, “that occasioned my opposition. But since the thing is done, let us make the best of it, and not be discouraged. Our forefathers were sometimes in command, and sometimes under it; and by doing their duty, whether as rulers or as subjects, saved their own country and the rest of Greece.”
When the final conflict with Philip was inevitable, and since other generals had been appointed during Phocion’s absence, he addressed the Athenians upon his return from the islands. He urged them that since Philip was inclined towards peace and feared the consequences of war, they should agree to a treaty. One of the regulars in the courts, a common accuser, interrupted him, asking if he really thought it was wise to urge the Athenians to make peace while their weapons were at the ready. “Yes,” Phocion replied, “even though I realize that if there’s a war, I’ll be in charge over you, and in peace, you’ll be in charge over me.” When he couldn’t convince them and Demosthenes’s view prevailed—suggesting they take the fight far from home—Phocion responded, “My good friend, let’s not focus on where we’ll fight, but on how we can win the war. That’s how we keep it away. If we lose, it’ll quickly come to our doorstep.” After their defeat, as the loud voices in the city wanted to push Charidemus forward to lead, the most respected citizens panicked. With help from the council of the Areopagus, they tearfully managed to persuade the people to let Phocion take care of the city. Generally, he believed they should accept reasonable terms from Philip, but when Demades proposed that the city should agree to the same peace conditions as the other Greek states, he opposed it until they knew exactly what Philip was asking for. He was outvoted due to the urgency of the situation, but soon after, the Athenians regretted their decision when they found out that those terms required them to provide Philip with both cavalry and ships. “It was my fear of this,” Phocion said, “that led to my opposition. But since it has happened, let’s make the best of it and not lose heart. Our ancestors sometimes led, sometimes followed, and by fulfilling their responsibilities, whether as leaders or as subjects, they saved their own city and the rest of Greece.”
Upon the news of Philip’s death, he opposed himself to any public demonstrations of joy and jubilee, saying it would be ignoble to show malice upon such an occasion, and that the army that had fought them at Chaeronea, was only diminished by a single man.
Upon hearing about Philip’s death, he resisted any public displays of happiness and celebration, stating that it would be disgraceful to show spite at such a time, and that the army which had fought them at Chaeronea was only reduced by one person.
When Demosthenes made his invectives against Alexander, now on his way to attack Thebes, he repeated those verses of Homer, —
When Demosthenes criticized Alexander, who was heading to attack Thebes, he recited those lines from Homer, —
“Unwise one, wherefore to a second stroke
His anger be foolhardy to provoke?”
"Foolish one, why provoke his anger
to the point of a second blow?"
and asked, “Why stimulate his already eager passion for glory? Why take pains to expose the city to the terrible conflagration now so near? We, who accepted office to save our fellow-citizens, will not, however they desire it, be consenting to their destruction.”
and asked, “Why encourage his already strong desire for glory? Why go to the trouble of putting the city at risk of the terrible fire that’s so close? We, who took office to protect our fellow citizens, will not, no matter how much they want it, agree to their destruction.”
After Thebes was lost, and Alexander had demanded Demosthenes, Lycurgus, Hyperides, and Charidemus to be delivered up, the whole assembly turning their eyes to him, and calling on him by name to deliver his opinion, at last he rose up, and showing them one of his most intimate friends, whom he loved and confided in above all others, told them, “You have brought things amongst you to that pass, that for my part, should he demand this my friend Nicocles, I would not refuse to give him up. For as for myself, to have it in my power to sacrifice my own life and fortune for the common safety, I should think the greatest of good fortune. Truly,” he added, “it pierces my heart to see those who are fled hither for succor from the desolation of Thebes. Yet it is enough for Greece to have Thebes to deplore. It will be more for the interest of all that we should deprecate the conqueror’s anger, and intercede for both, than run the hazard of another battle.”
After Thebes was lost, and Alexander had demanded the surrender of Demosthenes, Lycurgus, Hyperides, and Charidemus, the entire assembly turned to him, calling him by name to share his thoughts. Finally, he stood up and pointed to one of his closest friends, someone he loved and trusted above all others, and said, “You have brought things to such a point that if he demanded my friend Nicocles, I wouldn’t refuse to hand him over. To have the power to sacrifice my own life and fortune for the safety of everyone would be the greatest fortune of all. Honestly,” he added, “it breaks my heart to see those who have fled here seeking refuge from the destruction of Thebes. But it's enough for Greece to mourn Thebes. It would be more beneficial for all of us to calm the conqueror’s anger and plead for both, rather than risk another battle.”
When this was decreed by the people, Alexander is said to have rejected their first address when it was presented, throwing it from him scornfully, and turning his back upon the deputation, who left him in affright. But the second, which was presented by Phocion, he received, understanding from the older Macedonians how much Philip had admired and esteemed him. And he not only gave him audience and listened to his memorial and petition, but also permitted him to advise him, which he did to this effect, that if his designs were for quietness, he should make peace at once; if glory were his aim, he should make war, not upon Greece, but on the barbarians. And with various counsels and suggestions, happily designed to meet the genius and feelings of Alexander, he so won upon him, and softened his temper, that he bade the Athenians not forget their position, as if anything went wrong with him, the supremacy belonged to them. And to Phocion himself, whom he adopted as his friend and guest, he showed a respect, and admitted him to distinctions, which few of those who were continually near his person ever received. Duris, at any rate, tells us, that when he became great, and had conquered Darius, in the heading of all his letters he left off the word Greeting, except in those he wrote to Phocion. To him, and to Antipater alone, he condescended to use it. This, also, is stated by Chares.
When the people made this decision, Alexander supposedly dismissed their first request when it was presented, throwing it aside in disdain and turning his back on the delegation, which left him in shock. However, he accepted the second request from Phocion, understanding from the older Macedonians how much Philip had admired and respected him. He not only listened to his petition but also allowed him to offer advice. Phocion suggested that if Alexander wanted peace, he should make a treaty immediately; if he sought glory, he should wage war, but not against Greece, rather against the barbarians. With various pieces of advice tailored to Alexander's character and feelings, Phocion impressed him and eased his mood to the point where he warned the Athenians not to forget their status, as the supremacy would belong to them if anything happened to him. He treated Phocion, whom he regarded as a friend and guest, with a level of respect and granted him honors that few of those who were frequently around him ever received. Duris tells us that when Alexander became powerful and defeated Darius, he stopped using the word "Greeting" at the start of all his letters except in those he sent to Phocion. It was only to him and Antipater that he continued to use it. This is also confirmed by Chares.
As for his munificence to him, it is well known he sent him a present at one time of one hundred talents; and this being brought to Athens, Phocion asked of the bearers, how it came to pass, that among all the Athenians, he alone should be the object of this bounty. And being told that Alexander esteemed him alone a person of honor and worth, “Let him, then,” said he, “permit me to continue so, and be still so reputed.” Following him to his house, and observing his simple and plain way of living, his wife employed in kneading bread with her own hands, himself drawing water to wash his feet, they pressed him to accept it, with some indignation, being ashamed, as they said, that Alexander’s friend should live so poorly and pitifully. So Phocion pointing out to them a poor old fellow, in a dirty worn-out coat, passing by, asked them if they thought him in worse condition than this man. They bade him not mention such a comparison. “Yet,” said Phocion, “he with less to live upon than I, finds it sufficient, and in brief,” he continued, “if I do not use this money, what good is there in my having it; and if I do use it, I shall procure an ill name, both for myself and for Alexander, among my countrymen.” So the treasure went back again from Athens, to prove to Greece, by a signal example, that he who could afford to give so magnificent a present, was yet not so rich as he who could afford to refuse it. And when Alexander was displeased, and wrote back to him to say that he could not esteem those his friends, who would not be obliged by him, not even would this induce Phocion to accept the money, but he begged leave to intercede with him in behalf of Echecratides, the sophist, and Athenodorus, the Imbrian, as also for Demaratus and Sparton, two Rhodians, who had been arrested upon some charges, and were in custody at Sardis. This was instantly granted by Alexander, and they were set at liberty. Afterwards, when sending Craterus into Macedonia, he commanded him to make him an offer of four cities in Asia, Cius, Gergithus, Mylasa, and Elaea, any one of which, at his choice, should be delivered to him; insisting yet more positively with him, and declaring he should resent it, should he continue obstinate in his refusal. But Phocion was not to be prevailed with at all, and, shortly after, Alexander died.
As for his generosity towards him, it's well known that he once sent a gift of one hundred talents. When this arrived in Athens, Phocion asked the messengers why he, of all the Athenians, was the only recipient of such kindness. When they informed him that Alexander regarded him as a person of honor and worth, he replied, “Then let him allow me to remain that way and continue to be regarded as such.” When he went to his house and saw his simple lifestyle, with his wife kneading bread by hand and him fetching water to wash his feet, they urged him to accept the gift, expressing indignation, feeling embarrassed that Alexander's friend should live in such modest circumstances. Phocion pointed to a poor old man in a tattered coat passing by and asked if they thought he was in a worse situation than that man. They told him not to make such a comparison. “Yet,” Phocion said, “he manages to live with less than I have and finds it adequate. Simply put, if I don't use this money, what's the point of having it? And if I do use it, it will bring a bad reputation to both me and Alexander among my fellow citizens.” Thus, the treasure was sent back from Athens, demonstrating to Greece that the person who could afford to give such a grand gift was not as wealthy as the one who could afford to refuse it. When Alexander was displeased and wrote back to say he couldn't respect those who wouldn’t accept his favors, Phocion still refused the money. Instead, he asked Alexander to support Echecratides, the sophist, and Athenodorus, the Imbrian, along with Demaratus and Sparton, two Rhodians who had been arrested on some charges and were being held in Sardis. Alexander immediately granted this request, and they were released. Later, when he sent Craterus to Macedonia, he instructed him to offer Phocion four cities in Asia: Cius, Gergithus, Mylasa, and Elaea, allowing him to choose any one for delivery while insisting strongly, warning him that he would be displeased if Phocion continued to refuse. However, Phocion remained steadfast in his refusal, and shortly after, Alexander passed away.
Phocion’s house is shown to this day in Melita, ornamented with small plates of copper, but otherwise plain and homely. Concerning his wives, of the first of them there is little said, except that she was sister of Cephisodotus, the statuary. The other was a matron of no less reputation for her virtues and simple living among the Athenians, than Phocion was for his probity. It happened once when the people were entertained with a new tragedy, that the actor, just as he was to enter the stage to perform the part of a queen, demanded to have a number of attendants sumptuously dressed, to follow in his train, and on their not being provided, was sullen and refused to act, keeping the audience waiting, till at last Melanthius, who had to furnish the chorus, pushed him on the stage, crying out, “What, don’t you know that Phocion’s wife is never attended by more than a single waiting woman, but you must needs be grand, and fill our women’s heads with vanity?” This speech of his, spoken loud enough to be heard, was received with great applause, and clapped all round the theater. She herself, when once entertaining a visitor out of Ionia, who showed her all her rich ornaments, made of gold and set with jewels, her wreaths, necklaces, and the like, “For my part,” said she, “all my ornament is my husband Phocion, now for the twentieth year in office as general at Athens.”
Phocion’s house can still be seen today in Melita, adorned with small copper plates but otherwise simple and modest. There’s not much said about his first wife, except that she was the sister of Cephisodotus, the sculptor. His second wife was well-known among the Athenians for her virtues and simple lifestyle, just as Phocion was known for his integrity. One time, when the people were enjoying a new tragedy, the actor, just about to go on stage to play a queen, insisted on having several attendants in lavish costumes to follow him. When these weren’t provided, he sulked and refused to perform, keeping the audience waiting. Eventually, Melanthius, who was responsible for providing the chorus, pushed him onto the stage, exclaiming, “What, you don’t know that Phocion’s wife is only attended by one maid, yet you must be grand and fill our women’s heads with nonsense?” His loud comment was met with great applause from the audience, who clapped all around the theater. At one point, when she was hosting a visitor from Ionia who was showing off her expensive gold and jewel-studded jewelry, ribbons, necklaces, and the like, she replied, “For me, my only adornment is my husband Phocion, who has served as general in Athens for the twentieth year.”
He had a son named Phocus, who wished to take part in the games at the great feast of Minerva. He permitted him so to do, in the contest of leaping, not with any view to the victory, but in the hope that the training and discipline for it would make him a better man, the youth being in a general way a lover of drinking, and ill-regulated in his habits. On his having succeeded in the sports, many were eager for the honor of his company at banquets in celebration of the victory. Phocion declined all these invitations but one, and when he came to this entertainment and saw the costly preparations, even the water brought to wash the guests’ feet being mingled with wine and spices, he reprimanded his son, asking him why he would so far permit his friend to sully the honor of his victory. And in the hope of wholly weaning the young man from such habits and company, he sent him to Lacedaemon, and placed him among the youths then under the course of the Spartan discipline. This the Athenians took offense at, as though he slighted and contemned the education at home; and Demades twitted him with it publicly, “Suppose, Phocion, you and I advise the Athenians to adopt the Spartan constitution. If you like, I am ready to introduce a bill to that effect, and to speak in its favor.” “Indeed,” said Phocion, “you with that strong scent of perfumes about you, and with that mantle on your shoulders, are just the very man to speak in honor of Lycurgus, and recommend the Spartan table.”
He had a son named Phocus, who wanted to compete in the games at the big feast of Minerva. He allowed him to participate in the jumping contest, not aiming for victory, but hoping that the training and discipline would help him become a better person, as the young man was generally fond of drinking and had poor habits. After he succeeded in the sports, many were eager to celebrate his victory with him at banquets. Phocion turned down all these invitations except for one, and when he attended this gathering and saw the lavish arrangements, even the water for washing the guests' feet mixed with wine and spices, he scolded his son, asking why he would allow his friend to tarnish the honor of his victory. Hoping to completely steer the young man away from such habits and companions, he sent him to Lacedaemon and placed him among the youths undergoing Spartan training. The Athenians were offended by this, as if he were insulting and dismissing their education at home; Demades mocked him publicly, saying, “What if, Phocion, you and I suggest to the Athenians to adopt the Spartan way? If you want, I can propose a bill for that and speak in its favor.” “Well,” said Phocion, “you, with that strong scent of perfumes and that fancy mantle on your shoulders, are just the right person to praise Lycurgus and recommend the Spartan lifestyle.”
When Alexander wrote to demand a supply of galleys, and the public speakers objected to sending them, Phocion, on the council requesting his opinion, told them freely, “Sirs, I would either have you victorious yourselves, or friends of those who are so.” He took up Pytheas, who about this time first began to address the assembly, and already showed himself a confident, talking fellow, by saying that a young slave whom the people had but bought yesterday, ought to have the manners to hold his tongue. And when Harpalus, who had fled from Alexander out of Asia, carrying off a large sum of money, came to Attica, and there was a perfect race among the ordinary public men of the assembly who should be the first to take his pay, he distributed amongst these some trifling sums by way of a bait and provocative, but to Phocion he made an offer of no less than seven hundred talents and all manner of other advantages he pleased to demand; with the compliment that he would entirely commit himself and all his affairs to his disposal. Phocion answered sharply, Harpalus should repent of it, if he did not quickly leave off corrupting and debauching the city, which for the time silenced him, and checked his proceedings. But afterwards, when the Athenians were deliberating in council about him, he found those that had received money from him to be his greatest enemies, urging and aggravating matters against him, to prevent themselves being discovered, whereas Phocion, who had never touched his pay, now, so far as the public interest would admit of it, showed some regard to his particular security. This encouraged him once more to try his inclinations, and upon further survey, finding that he himself was a fortress, inaccessible on every quarter to the approaches of corruption, he professed a particular friendship to Phocion’s son-in-law, Charicles. And admitting him into his confidence in all his affairs, and continually requesting his assistance, he brought him into some suspicion. Upon the occasion, for example, of the death of Pythonice, who was Harpalus’s mistress, for whom he had a great fondness, and had a child by her, he resolved to build her a sumptuous monument, and committed the care of it to his friend Charicles. This commission, disreputable enough in itself, was yet further disparaged by the figure the piece of workmanship made after it was finished. It is yet to be seen in the Hermeum. as you go from Athens to Eleusis, with nothing in its appearance answerable to the sum of thirty talents, with which Charicles is said to have charged Harpalus for its erection. After Harpalus’s own decease, his daughter was educated by Phocion and Charicles with great care. But when Charicles was called to account for his dealings with Harpalus, and entreated his father-in-law’s protection, begging that he would appear for him in the court, Phocion refused, telling him, “I did not choose you for my son-in-law for any but honorable purposes.”
When Alexander wrote to request a supply of galleys and the public speakers opposed sending them, Phocion, when asked for his opinion by the council, openly said, “Gentlemen, I would rather see you victorious yourselves or allies of those who are.” He addressed Pytheas, who had recently started speaking to the assembly and already came off as a confident talker, suggesting that a young slave the people had just bought yesterday should know better than to speak up. Later, when Harpalus, who had fled from Alexander in Asia with a large sum of money, arrived in Attica, there was a race among the common politicians to be the first to take payment from him. He offered small amounts of money to entice them, but he made Phocion an offer of no less than seven hundred talents and various other benefits on the condition that he would completely trust him with his affairs. Phocion sharply replied that Harpalus would regret it if he did not stop corrupting and misleading the city, which temporarily silenced him and put a stop to his actions. However, when the Athenians later discussed Harpalus in council, those who had accepted his money became his fiercest critics, intensifying their accusations against him to cover their own tracks, while Phocion, having never taken his pay, did what he could to protect his own interests. This led Harpalus to attempt to win Phocion over again, and upon further assessment, he concluded he was immune to corruption. He developed a particular friendship with Phocion’s son-in-law, Charicles, involving him in all his dealings and frequently asking for his help, which raised suspicion. For instance, after the death of Pythonice, Harpalus's mistress, whom he loved and had a child with, he decided to build her an extravagant tomb and entrusted Charicles with overseeing it. This undertaking, questionable from the start, became even more discredited by the poor quality of the final product. It can still be seen in the Hermeum along the road from Athens to Eleusis, looking nothing like it was worth the thirty talents Charicles is said to have charged Harpalus for it. After Harpalus died, his daughter was raised with great care by Phocion and Charicles. However, when Charicles was put on trial for his dealings with Harpalus and asked for his father-in-law’s help, pleading that he would support him in court, Phocion refused, saying, “I did not choose you as my son-in-law for anything less than honorable reasons.”
Asclepiades, the son of Hipparchus, brought the first tidings of Alexander’s death to Athens, which Demades told them was not to be credited; for, were it true, the whole world would ere this have stunk with the dead body. But Phocion seeing the people eager for an instant revolution, did his best to quiet and repress them. And when numbers of them rushed up to the hustings to speak, and cried out that the news was true, and Alexander was dead, “If he is dead today,” said he, “he will be so tomorrow and the day after tomorrow equally. So that there is no need to take counsel hastily or before it is safe.”
Asclepiades, the son of Hipparchus, was the first to bring news of Alexander’s death to Athens. Demades told them not to believe it; if it were true, the whole world would be filled with the stench of the dead body by now. However, Phocion, seeing that the crowd was eager for an immediate uprising, did his best to calm and control them. When many rushed to the podium to speak, shouting that the news was true and that Alexander was dead, he replied, “If he is dead today, he will still be dead tomorrow and the day after. There’s no need to make hasty decisions or act before it’s safe.”
When Leosthenes now had embarked the city in the Lamian war, greatly against Phocion’s wishes, to raise a laugh against Phocion, he asked him scoffingly, what the State had been benefited by his having now so many years been general. “It is not a little,” said Phocion, “that the citizens have been buried in their own sepulchers.” And when Leosthenes continued to speak boldly and boastfully in the assembly, “Young man,” he said, “your speeches are like cypress trees, stately and tall, and no fruit to come of them.” And when he was then attacked by Hyperides, who asked him when the time would come, that he would advise the Athenians to make war, “As soon,” said he, “as I find the young men keep their ranks, the rich men contribute their money, and the Orators leave off robbing the treasury.” Afterwards, when many admired the forces raised, and the preparations for war that were made by Leosthenes, they asked Phocion how he approved of the new levies. “Very well,” said he, “for the short course; but what I fear, is the long race. Since however late the war may last, the city has neither money, ships, nor soldiers, but these.” And the event justified his prognostics. At first all things appeared fair and promising. Leosthenes gained great reputation by worsting the Boeotians in battle, and driving Antipater within the walls of Lamia, and the citizens were so transported with the first successes, that they kept solemn festivities for them, and offered public sacrifices to the gods. So that some, thinking Phocion must now be convinced of his error, asked him whether he would not willingly have been author of these successful actions. “Yes,” said he, “most gladly, but also of the former counsel.” And when one express after another came from the camp, confirming and magnifying the victories, “When,” said he, “will the end of them come?”
When Leosthenes got the city involved in the Lamian war, much to Phocion's disapproval, he mockingly asked Phocion what benefit the State had received from having him as general for so many years. “It’s not insignificant,” Phocion replied, “that the citizens have been buried in their own graves.” And when Leosthenes continued to speak boldly and boastfully in the assembly, Phocion said, “Young man, your speeches are like cypress trees—impressive and tall, but bearing no fruit.” When Hyperides challenged him, asking when he would advise the Athenians to go to war, Phocion responded, “As soon as I see the young men maintaining their ranks, the wealthy contributing their money, and the orators stopping their thievery of the treasury.” Later, when many praised the forces assembled and the war preparations by Leosthenes, they asked Phocion how he felt about the new troops. “Very well for the short term,” he said, “but what I worry about is the long term. No matter how long the war lasts, the city has no money, ships, or soldiers, just these.” The outcome proved him right. At first, everything seemed positive and promising. Leosthenes gained a lot of recognition for defeating the Boeotians and forcing Antipater behind the walls of Lamia, and the citizens were so thrilled by these early successes that they held celebrations and made public sacrifices to the gods. Some, thinking Phocion must now see his mistake, asked if he wouldn’t rather have led these successful actions. “Yes,” he replied, “most gladly, but also the previous advice.” And when more and more reports came from the camp, confirming and exaggerating the victories, he asked, “When will this end?”
Leosthenes, soon after, was killed, and now those who feared lest if Phocion obtained the command, he would put an end to the war, arranged with an obscure person in the assembly, who should stand up and profess himself to be a friend and old confidant of Phocion’s, and persuade the people to spare him at this time, and reserve him (with whom none could compare) for a more pressing occasion, and now to give Antiphilus the command of the army. This pleased the generality, but Phocion made it appear he was so far from having any friendship with him of old standing, that he had not so much as the least familiarity with him; “Yet now, sir,” says he, “give me leave to put you down among the number of my friends and well-wishers, as you have given a piece of advice so much to my advantage.”
Leosthenes was killed shortly after, and those who were worried that Phocion might take command and end the war arranged for someone unknown in the assembly to stand up and claim to be a close friend of Phocion, convincing the people to spare him for now and instead give the command of the army to Antiphilus. This pleased the majority, but Phocion made it clear that he had never had any real friendship with this person, stating, “But now, sir, let me include you among my friends and supporters, since you’ve given advice that benefits me so much.”
And when the people were eager to make an expedition against the Boeotians, he at first opposed it; and on his friends telling him the people would kill him, for always running counter to them, “That will be unjust of them,” he said, “if I give them honest advice, if not, it will be just of them.” But when he found them persisting and shouting to him to lead them out, he commanded the crier to make proclamation, that all the Athenians under sixty should instantly provide themselves with five days’ provision, and follow him from the assembly. This caused a great tumult. Those in years were startled, and clamored against the order; he demanded wherein he injured them, “For I,” says he, “am now fourscore, and am ready to lead you.” This succeeded in pacifying them for the present.
And when the people were eager to go on an expedition against the Boeotians, he first opposed it. When his friends warned him that the people would kill him for always going against them, he said, “That would be unjust of them if I’m giving them honest advice; if not, then it would be just.” But when he saw them insisting and shouting for him to lead them, he ordered the crier to announce that all Athenians under sixty should immediately get five days' worth of supplies and follow him from the assembly. This caused a great uproar. Those who were older were shocked and complained about the order. He asked how he was wronging them, saying, “Because I,” he said, “am now eighty, and am ready to lead you.” This helped calm them down for the moment.
But when Micion, with a large force of Macedonians and mercenaries, began to pillage the sea-coast, having made a descent upon Rhamnus, and overrun the neighboring country, Phocion led out the Athenians to attack him. And when sundry private persons came, intermeddling with his dispositions, and telling him that he ought to occupy such or such a hill, detach the cavalry in this or that direction, engage the enemy on this point or that, “O Hercules,” said he, “how many generals have we here, and how few soldiers!” Afterwards, having formed the battle, one who wished to show his bravery, advanced out of his post before the rest, but on the enemy’s approaching, lost heart, and retired back into his rank. “Young man,” said Phocion, “are you not ashamed twice in one day to desert your station, first that on which I had placed you, and secondly, that on which you had placed yourself?” However, he entirely routed the enemy, killing Micion and many more on the spot. The Grecian army, also, in Thessaly, after Leonnatus and the Macedonians who came with him out of Asia, had arrived and joined Antipater, fought and beat them in a battle. Leonnatus was killed in the fight, Antiphilus commanding the foot, and Menon, the Thessalian, the horse.
But when Micion, leading a large group of Macedonians and mercenaries, started to raid the coastline, landing at Rhamnus and invading the surrounding area, Phocion took the Athenians out to confront him. When various individuals interfered with his plans, suggesting he should take this or that hill, send the cavalry in one direction or another, or attack the enemy at a specific point, he exclaimed, “Oh Hercules, how many generals do we have here, and how few soldiers!” Once they formed the battle line, a young man eager to prove his courage stepped out from his position ahead of the others, but when the enemy approached, he lost his nerve and retreated back into the ranks. “Young man,” Phocion said, “aren’t you ashamed to desert your post twice in one day, first the one I assigned you and then the one you chose for yourself?” Nevertheless, Phocion completely defeated the enemy, killing Micion and many others on the spot. The Greek army in Thessaly also fought and defeated Leonnatus and the Macedonians who had joined Antipater, with Leonnatus being killed in battle, Antiphilus leading the infantry, and Menon commanding the cavalry.
But not long after, Craterus crossed from Asia with numerous forces; a pitched battle was fought at Cranon; the Greeks were beaten; though not, indeed, in a signal defeat, nor with any great loss of men. But what with their want of obedience to their commanders, who were young and over-indulgent with them, and what with Antipater’s tampering and treating with their separate cities, one by one, the end of it was that the army was dissolved, and the Greeks shamefully surrendered the liberty of their country.
But shortly after that, Craterus came over from Asia with a large army; a major battle took place at Cranon; the Greeks lost, although it wasn’t a complete defeat, nor did they suffer significant casualties. However, due to their lack of discipline towards their young and overly lenient commanders, along with Antipater’s manipulation and negotiations with their individual cities, the result was that the army fell apart, and the Greeks shamefully gave up their country’s freedom.
Upon the news of Antipater’s now advancing at once against Athens with all his force, Demosthenes and Hyperides deserted the city, and Demades, who was altogether insolvent for any part of the fines that had been laid upon him by the city, for he had been condemned no less than seven times for introducing bills contrary to the laws, and who had been disfranchised, and was no longer competent to vote in the assembly, laid hold of this season of impunity, to bring in a bill for sending ambassadors with plenipotentiary power to Antipater, to treat about a peace. But the people distrusted him, and called upon Phocion to give his opinion, as the person they only and entirely confided in. He told them, “If my former counsels had been prevalent with you, we had not been reduced to deliberate on the question at all.” However, the vote passed; and a decree was made, and he with others deputed to go to Antipater, who lay now encamped in the Theban territories, but intended to dislodge immediately, and pass into Attica. Phocion’s first request was, that he would make the treaty without moving his camp. And when Craterus declared that it was not fair to ask them to be burdensome to the country of their friends and allies by their stay, when they might rather use that of their enemies for provisions and the support of their army, Antipater taking him by the hand, said, “We must grant this favor to Phocion.” For the rest, he bade them return to their principals, and acquaint them that he could only offer them the same terms, namely, to surrender at discretion, which Leosthenes had offered to him when he was shut up in Lamia.
When news broke that Antipater was advancing on Athens with his full force, Demosthenes and Hyperides fled the city. Demades, who had no funds to pay the fines imposed on him by the city—having been convicted no less than seven times for proposing laws that went against the regulations—had been stripped of his citizenship and could no longer vote in the assembly. He seized this moment of vulnerability to propose a bill for sending ambassadors with full authority to Antipater to negotiate peace. However, the people didn’t trust him and turned to Phocion for his opinion, as he was the one they fully relied on. He replied, “If you had listened to my previous advice, we wouldn’t even be discussing this now.” Nevertheless, the vote occurred, and a decree was passed appointing him and others to go to Antipater, who was camped in Theban territory but planned to move into Attica soon. Phocion’s first request was for Antipater to negotiate without moving his camp. When Craterus stated it was unfair to trouble their friends and allies with their presence when they could instead use their enemies’ resources for their provisions and support, Antipater took Craterus's hand and said, “We must grant this favor to Phocion.” As for the rest, he instructed them to return to their leaders and inform them that he could offer only the same terms as Leosthenes had when he was trapped in Lamia: an unconditional surrender.
When Phocion had returned to the city, and acquainted them with this answer, they made a virtue of necessity, and complied, since it would be no better. So Phocion returned to Thebes with the other ambassadors, and among the rest, Xenocrates, the philosopher, the reputation of whose virtue and wisdom was so great and famous everywhere, that they conceived there could not be any pride, cruelty, or anger arising in the heart of man, which would not at the mere sight of him be subdued into something of reverence and admiration. But the result, as it happened, was the very opposite, Antipater showed such a want of feeling, and such a dislike of goodness. He saluted everyone else, but would not so much as notice Xenocrates. Xenocrates, they tell us, observed upon it, that Antipater when meditating such cruelty to Athens, did well to be ashamed of seeing him. When he began to speak, he would not hear him, but broke in and rudely interrupted him, until at last he was obliged to he silent. But when Phocion had declared the purport of their embassy, he replied shortly, that he would make peace with the Athenians on these conditions, and no others; that Demosthenes and Hyperides should be delivered up to him; that they should retain their ancient form of government, the franchise being determined by a property qualification; that they should receive a garrison into Munychia, and pay a certain sum for the cost of the war. As things stood, these terms were judged tolerable by the rest of the ambassadors; Xenocrates only said, that if Antipater considered the Athenians slaves, he was treating them fairly, but if free, severely. Phocion pressed him only to spare them the garrison, and used many arguments and entreaties. Antipater replied, “Phocion, we are ready to do you any favor, which will not bring ruin both on ourselves and on you.” Others report it differently; that Antipater asked Phocion, supposing he remitted the garrison to the Athenians, would he, Phocion, stand surety for the city’s observing the terms and attempting no revolution? And when he hesitated, and did not at once reply, Callimedon, the Carabus, a hot partisan and professed enemy of free states, cried out, “And if he should talk so idly, Antipater, will you be so much abused as to believe him and not carry out your own purpose?” So the Athenians received the garrison, and Menyllus for the governor, a fair-dealing man, and one of Phocion’s acquaintance.
When Phocion returned to the city and informed them of this response, they accepted it since there was no better option available. Phocion then went back to Thebes with the other ambassadors, including Xenocrates, the philosopher, whose reputation for virtue and wisdom was so widespread that people believed no pride, cruelty, or anger could remain in someone's heart upon seeing him. However, the reality turned out to be quite the opposite; Antipater displayed a complete lack of empathy and a disdain for goodness. He greeted everyone else but completely ignored Xenocrates. It's said that Xenocrates remarked that Antipater, contemplating such cruelty towards Athens, was right to feel ashamed to face him. When Xenocrates began to speak, Antipater interrupted him rudely until he was ultimately forced to stop. After Phocion conveyed the purpose of their mission, Antipater succinctly said that he would make peace with the Athenians under these conditions and no others: Demosthenes and Hyperides must be handed over to him; they should maintain their traditional form of government, with rights based on property ownership; they were to accept a garrison in Munychia and pay a certain amount to cover the costs of the war. Given the circumstances, the other ambassadors found these terms somewhat acceptable. Xenocrates commented that if Antipater viewed the Athenians as slaves, he was treating them fairly, but if they were free, then it was harsh. Phocion urged him to spare them the garrison, using various arguments and pleas. Antipater replied, “Phocion, we are willing to do you any favor that doesn’t lead to disaster for both us and you.” Others have reported it differently; Antipater asked Phocion if he would guarantee that the city would abide by the terms and not attempt any uprising, should he withdraw the garrison from the Athenians. When Phocion hesitated and didn’t respond immediately, Callimedon, a fervent partisan and declared enemy of free states, shouted, “And if he talks so foolishly, Antipater, will you be foolish enough to believe him and not follow through with your own intentions?” So, the Athenians received the garrison, and Menyllus was appointed as governor, a fair man and an acquaintance of Phocion.
But the proceeding seemed sufficiently imperious and arbitrary, indeed rather a spiteful and insulting ostentation of power, than that the possession of the fortress would be of any great importance. The resentment felt upon it was heightened by the time it happened in, for the garrison was brought in on the twentieth of the month of Boedromion, just at the time of the great festival, when they carry forth Iacchus with solemn pomp from the city to Eleusis; so that the solemnity being disturbed, many began to call to mind instances, both ancient and modern, of divine interventions and intimations. For in old time, upon the occasions of their happiest successes, the presence of the shapes and voices of the mystic ceremonies had been vouchsafed to them, striking terror and amazement into their enemies; but now, at the very season of their celebration, the gods themselves stood witnesses of the saddest oppressions of Greece, the most holy time being profaned, and their greatest jubilee made the unlucky date of their most extreme calamity. Not many years before, they had a warning from the oracle at Dodona, that they should carefully guard the summits of Diana, lest haply strangers should seize them. And about this very time, when they dyed the ribbons and garlands with which they adorn the couches and cars of the procession, instead of a purple they received only a faint yellow color; and to make the omen yet greater, all the things that were dyed for common use, took the natural color. While a candidate for initiation was washing a young pig in the haven of Cantharus, a shark seized him, bit off all his lower parts up to the belly, and devoured them, by which the god gave them manifestly to understand, that having lost the lower town and the sea-coast, they should keep only the upper city.
But the whole situation felt more like a harsh and arbitrary display of power, rather than anything meaningful about taking the fortress. The frustration was amplified by the timing, as the garrison arrived on the twentieth of Boedromion, right during the grand festival when Iacchus is ceremoniously brought from the city to Eleusis. With the celebration disrupted, many were reminded of past incidents, both old and recent, of divine signs and interventions. In ancient times, during their greatest victories, they had experienced the presence of mystical figures and voices during ceremonies, which had terrified and amazed their enemies. But now, at this very time of their celebration, the gods were witnesses to the most heartbreaking oppressions of Greece, as the most sacred time was desecrated, and their biggest festival became the unfortunate mark of their worst disaster. Not long ago, they had received a warning from the oracle at Dodona to keep a close watch on the heights of Diana, so that outsiders wouldn’t take them. At that same time, when they were dying the ribbons and garlands for decorating the procession's couches and chariots, instead of a rich purple, they only ended up with a pale yellow. To make matters worse, everything dyed for general use returned to its natural color. While a candidate for initiation was washing a young pig at Cantharus harbor, a shark attacked and bit off all his lower parts up to the belly, consuming them, which clearly indicated that after losing the lower town and the coastline, they could only hold on to the upper city.
Menyllus was sufficient security that the garrison should behave itself inoffensively. But those who were now excluded from the franchise by poverty, amounted to more than twelve thousand; so that both those that remained in the city thought themselves oppressed and shamefully used, and those who on this account left their homes and went away into Thrace, where Antipater offered them a town and some territory to inhabit, regarded themselves only as a colony of slaves and exiles. And when to this was added the deaths of Demosthenes at Calauria, and of Hyperides at Cleonae, as we have elsewhere related, the citizens began to think with regret of Philip and Alexander, and almost to wish the return of those times. And as, after Antigonus was slain, when those that had taken him off were afflicting and oppressing the people, a countryman in Phrygia, digging in the fields, was asked what he was doing, “I am,” said he, fetching a deep sigh, “searching for Antigonus;” so said many that remembered those days, and the contests they had with those kings, whose anger, however great, was yet generous and placable; whereas Antipater, with the counterfeit humility of appearing like a private man, in the meanness of his dress and his homely fare, merely belied his real love of that arbitrary power, which he exercised, as a cruel master and despot, to distress those under his command. Yet Phocion had interest with him to recall many from banishment by his intercession, and prevailed also for those who were driven out, that they might not, like others, be hurried beyond Taenarus, and the mountains of Ceraunia, but remain in Greece, and plant themselves in Peloponnesus, of which number was Agnonides, the sycophant. He was no less studious to manage the affairs within the city with equity and moderation, preferring constantly those that were men of worth and good education to the magistracies, and recommending the busy and turbulent talkers, to whom it was a mortal blow to be excluded from office and public debating, to learn to stay at home, and be content to till their land. And observing that Xenocrates paid his alien-tax as a foreigner, he offered him the freedom of the city, which he refused, saying he could not accept a franchise which he had been sent, as an ambassador, to deprecate.
Menyllus was a solid guarantee that the garrison would behave itself properly. However, those who were now excluded from the right to vote due to poverty numbered more than twelve thousand; consequently, both those who stayed in the city felt oppressed and mistreated, and those who left their homes to relocate to Thrace, where Antipater offered them a town and some land to live on, saw themselves only as a colony of slaves and exiles. When added to this were the deaths of Demosthenes at Calauria and Hyperides at Cleonae, as we have mentioned elsewhere, the citizens began to long for Philip and Alexander, almost wishing those times would return. After Antigonus was killed, when those responsible were tormenting and oppressing the people, a farmer in Phrygia, while digging in the fields, was asked what he was doing; he sighed deeply and replied, “I am searching for Antigonus.” Many who remembered those days and the battles they had with those kings felt the same way, since their anger, no matter how fierce, was still generous and forgiving; in contrast, Antipater, with his fake humility, pretending to be a common man in his simple clothes and modest food, only disguised his true desire for the absolute power he wielded, acting as a cruel master and tyrant over those beneath him. Nonetheless, Phocion had enough influence to bring many back from exile through his mediation, and he also succeeded in ensuring that those who had been expelled wouldn't be sent far away beyond Taenarus and the Ceraunian mountains, but could remain in Greece and settle in the Peloponnesus, among whom was Agnonides, the informant. He was just as diligent in managing the city's affairs with fairness and moderation, consistently promoting those who were worthy and well-educated to positions of power, and urging the noisy and troublesome speakers, for whom being denied office and public debate was a heavy blow, to learn to stay home and be satisfied with farming their land. Noticing that Xenocrates was paying his foreign tax as a non-citizen, he offered him citizenship, which Xenocrates declined, stating he could not accept a franchise he had been sent as an ambassador to oppose.
Menyllus wished to give Phocion a considerable present of money, who, thanking him, said, neither was Menyllus greater than Alexander, nor his own occasions more urgent to receive it now, than when he refused it from him.. And on his pressing him to permit his son Phocus to receive it, he replied, “If my son returns to a right mind, his patrimony is sufficient; if not, all supplies will be insufficient.” But to Antipater he answered more sharply, who would have him engaged in something dishonorable. “Antipater,” said he, “cannot have me both as his friend and his flatterer.” And, indeed, Antipater was wont to say, he had two friends at Athens, Phocion and Demades; the one would never suffer him to gratify him at all, the other would never be satisfied. Phocion might well think that poverty a virtue, in which, after having so often been general of the Athenians, and admitted to the friendship of potentates and princes, he had now grown old. Demades, meantime, delighted in lavishing his wealth even in positive transgressions of the law. For there having been an order that no foreigner should be hired to dance in any chorus on the penalty of a fine of one thousand drachmas on the exhibitor, he had the vanity to exhibit an entire chorus of a hundred foreigners, and paid down the penalty of a thousand drachmas a head upon the stage itself. Marrying his son Demeas, he told him with the like vanity, “My son, when I married your mother, it was done so privately it was not known to the next neighbors, but kings and princes give presents at your nuptials.”
Menyllus wanted to give Phocion a significant gift of money. Phocion, thanking him, replied that Menyllus was no greater than Alexander, and his own situation was no more urgent for receiving it now than when he previously declined it. When Menyllus insisted that his son Phocus should accept the gift, Phocion answered, “If my son regains his senses, his inheritance is enough; if not, no amount of money will be sufficient.” He responded more sharply to Antipater, who wanted him involved in something dishonorable. “Antipater,” he said, “can’t have me as both his friend and his flatterer.” Indeed, Antipater used to say he had two friends in Athens, Phocion and Demades; one would never allow him to indulge, while the other would never be satisfied. Phocion could easily see the virtue in poverty, having been general of the Athenians and befriended by powerful leaders, now that he was getting older. Meanwhile, Demades reveled in spending his wealth, even breaking the law. There was a decree that forbade hiring foreigners to dance in any chorus, punishable by a fine of one thousand drachmas for the organizer. Demades, however, had the arrogance to present an entire chorus of a hundred foreigners and paid the thousand drachmas penalty for each one on the spot. When marrying his son Demeas, he boasted similarly, “My son, when I married your mother, it was done so privately that our next-door neighbors didn’t even know, but kings and princes give gifts at your wedding.”
The garrison in Munychia continued to be felt as a great grievance, and the Athenians did not cease to be importunate upon Phocion, to prevail with Antipater for its removal; but whether he despaired of effecting it, or perhaps observed the people to be more orderly, and public matters more reasonably conducted by the awe that was thus created, he constantly declined the office, and contented himself with obtaining from Antipater the postponement for the present of the payment of the sum of money in which the city was fined. So the people, leaving him off, applied themselves to Demades, who readily undertook the employment, and took along with him his son also into Macedonia; and some superior power, as it seems, so ordering it, he came just at that nick of time, when Antipater was already seized with his sickness, and Cassander, taking upon himself the command, had found a letter of Demades’s, formerly written by him to Antigonus in Asia, recommending him to come and possess himself of the empire of Greece and Macedon, now hanging, he said, (a scoff at Antipater,) “by an old and rotten thread.” So when Cassander saw him come, he seized him; and first brought out the son and killed him so close before his face, that the blood ran all over his clothes and person, and then, after bitterly taunting and upbraiding him with his ingratitude and treachery, dispatched him himself.
The garrison in Munychia continued to be a major source of resentment, and the Athenians kept pressing Phocion to convince Antipater to remove it. However, whether he felt hopeless about achieving this or perhaps noticed that the people were behaving better and that public affairs were more sensibly managed due to the fear it instilled, he consistently turned down the position. Instead, he focused on getting Antipater to delay the payment of the fine imposed on the city. So, the people moved on and turned to Demades, who willingly took on the task, bringing his son with him to Macedonia. It seems that some higher power arranged things so that he arrived just in time, when Antipater was already ill. Cassander, having taken command, found a letter from Demades that he had previously sent to Antigonus in Asia, urging him to come and claim the fading empire of Greece and Macedon, which he mockingly claimed was "hanging by an old and rotten thread." When Cassander saw him arrive, he captured him and first killed his son right in front of him, splattering blood all over him, and then, after harshly mocking him for his betrayal and treachery, he executed him as well.
Antipater being dead, after nominating Polysperchon general-in-chief, and Cassander commander of the cavalry, Cassander at once set up for himself and immediately dispatched Nicanor to Menyllus, to succeed him in the command of the garrison, commanding him to possess himself of Munychia before the news of Antipater’s death should be heard; which being done, and some days after the Athenians hearing the report of it, Phocion was taxed as privy to it before, and censured heavily for dissembling it, out of friendship for Nicanor. But he slighted their talk, and making it his duty to visit and confer continually with Nicanor, he succeeded in procuring his good-will and kindness for the Athenians, and induced him even to put himself to trouble and expense to seek popularity with them, by undertaking the office of presiding at the games.
With Antipater dead, he appointed Polysperchon as general-in-chief and Cassander as the cavalry commander. Cassander quickly took control for himself and immediately sent Nicanor to Menyllus to take over the garrison command, instructing him to secure Munychia before news of Antipater’s death spread. This was accomplished, and a few days later, when the Athenians learned of the news, they accused Phocion of having prior knowledge and heavily criticized him for hiding it out of loyalty to Nicanor. However, he dismissed their claims and made it his mission to frequently visit and discuss matters with Nicanor, which helped him win Nicanor's goodwill and support for the Athenians. He even persuaded Nicanor to go out of his way and spend money to gain their favor by taking on the role of presiding at the games.
In the meantime Polysperchon, who was entrusted with the charge of the king, to countermine Cassander, sent a letter to the city, declaring in the name of the king, that he restored them their democracy, and that the whole Athenian people were at liberty to conduct their commonwealth according to their ancient customs and constitutions. The object of these pretenses was merely the overthrow of Phocion’s influence, as the event manifested. For Polysperchon’s design being to possess himself of the city, he despaired altogether of bringing it to pass, whilst Phocion retained his credit; and the most certain way to ruin him, would be again to fill the city with a crowd of disfranchised citizens, and let loose the tongues of the demagogues and common accusers.
In the meantime, Polysperchon, who was given the responsibility for the king, to undermine Cassander, sent a letter to the city, claiming in the king's name that he was restoring their democracy and that all the Athenian people were free to manage their government according to their traditional customs and laws. The goal of these claims was simply to weaken Phocion’s influence, as later events showed. Polysperchon aimed to take control of the city, but he knew he couldn't succeed as long as Phocion held power; the best way to undermine him was to fill the city again with a mass of disenfranchised citizens and unleash the rhetoric of the demagogues and common accusers.
With this prospect, the Athenians were all in excitement, and Nicanor, wishing to confer with them on the subject, at a meeting of the Council in Piraeus, came himself, trusting for the safety of his person to Phocion. And when Dercyllus, who commanded the guard there, made an attempt to seize him, upon notice of it beforehand, he made his escape, and there was little doubt he would now lose no time in righting himself upon the city for the affront; and when Phocion was found fault with for letting him get off and not securing him, he defended himself by saying that he had no mistrust of Nicanor, nor the least reason to expect any mischief from him, but should it prove otherwise, for his part he would have them all know, he would rather receive than do the wrong. And so far as he spoke for himself alone, the answer was honorable and high-minded enough, but he who hazards his country’s safety, and that, too, when he is her magistrate and chief commander, can scarcely he acquitted, I fear, of transgressing a higher and more sacred obligation of justice, which he owed to his fellow citizens. For it will not even do to say, that he dreaded the involving the city in war, by seizing Nicanor, and hoped by professions of confidence and just-dealing, to retain him in the observance of the like; but it was, indeed, his credulity and confidence in him, and an overweening opinion of his sincerity, that imposed upon him. So that notwithstanding the sundry intimations he had of his making preparations to attack Piraeus, sending soldiers over into Salamis, and tampering with, and endeavoring to corrupt various residents in Piraeus, he would, notwithstanding all this evidence, never be persuaded to believe it. And even when Philomedes of Lampra had got a decree passed, that all the Athenians should stand to their arms, and be ready to follow Phocion their general, he yet sat still and did nothing, until Nicanor actually led his troops out from Munychia, and drew trenches about Piraeus; upon which, when Phocion at last would have led out the Athenians, they cried out against him, and slighted his orders.
With this situation, the Athenians were all excited, and Nicanor, wanting to discuss it with them, came to a Council meeting in Piraeus, relying on Phocion for his safety. When Dercyllus, who was in charge of the guard there, tried to capture him, Nicanor managed to escape because he had been warned in advance. It was clear he wouldn’t waste any time taking revenge on the city for the insult. When Phocion was criticized for letting Nicanor slip away instead of capturing him, he defended himself by saying he trusted Nicanor and had no reason to expect any trouble from him. He also stated that if things turned out differently, he wanted everyone to know he would rather be wronged than do wrong. While that response was commendable for just him, he who risks the safety of his country, particularly as its magistrate and commander, can hardly be excused from breaching a higher and more sacred duty of justice owed to his fellow citizens. It wouldn't be right to claim that he feared involving the city in war by capturing Nicanor and thought confidence and fairness would keep him in line; instead, it was his naivety and misplaced trust in Nicanor's sincerity that led him to this failure. Despite numerous warnings about Nicanor preparing to attack Piraeus, sending soldiers to Salamis, and trying to corrupt various residents in Piraeus, he still wouldn’t believe it. Even when Philomedes of Lampra got a decree passed that all Athenians should arm themselves and be ready to follow Phocion, he remained idle until Nicanor actually marched his troops out from Munychia and set up trenches around Piraeus. When Phocion finally tried to lead the Athenians, they shouted against him and ignored his orders.
Alexander, the son of Polysperchon, was at hand with a considerable force, and professed to come to give them succor against Nicanor, but intended nothing less, if possible, than to surprise the city, whilst they were in tumult and divided among themselves. For all that had previously been expelled from the city, now coming back with him, made their way into it, and were joined by a mixed multitude of foreigners and disfranchised persons, and of these a motley and irregular public assembly came together, in which they presently divested Phocion of all power, and chose other generals; and if, by chance Alexander had not been spied from the walls, alone in close conference with Nicanor, and had not this, which was often repeated, given the Athenians cause of suspicion, the city had not escaped the snare. The orator Agnonides, however, at once fell foul upon Phocion, and impeached him of treason; Callimedon and Charicles, fearing the worst, consulted their own security by flying from the city; Phocion, with a few of his friends that stayed with him, went over to Polysperchon, and out of respect for him, Solon of Plataea, and Dinarchus of Corinth, who were reputed friends and confidants of Polysperchon, accompanied him. But on account of Dinarchus falling ill, they remained several days in Elatea, during which time, upon the persuasion of Agnonides and on the motion of Archestratus a decree passed that the people should send delegates thither to accuse Phocion. So both parties reached Polysperchon at the same time, who was going through the country with the king, and was then at a small village of Phocis, Pharygae, under the mountain now called Galate, but then Acrurium.
Alexander, the son of Polysperchon, was nearby with a significant force, claiming he was there to help them against Nicanor but actually aimed to catch the city off guard while they were in chaos and divided among themselves. Those previously expelled from the city came back with him and entered, joined by a mix of foreigners and disenfranchised individuals. This led to a chaotic and irregular assembly, which quickly stripped Phocion of all his power and elected new generals. If Alexander hadn't been spotted from the walls, alone in close conversation with Nicanor, raising suspicions among the Athenians, the city might have fallen into his trap. The orator Agnonides immediately attacked Phocion, accusing him of treason. Callimedon and Charicles, fearing the worst, sought their own safety by fleeing the city. Phocion, along with a few friends who stayed with him, went to Polysperchon, who was respected, and was joined by Solon of Plataea and Dinarchus of Corinth, friends and confidants of Polysperchon. However, since Dinarchus fell ill, they stayed several days in Elatea, during which Agnonides persuaded the assembly, and under the motion of Archestratus, a decree was passed for the people to send delegates to accuse Phocion. Both parties reached Polysperchon simultaneously as he was traveling with the king and was staying in a small village in Phocis called Pharygae, at the foot of the mountain now known as Galate, but then called Acrurium.
There Polysperchon, having set up the golden canopy, and seated the king and his company under it, ordered Dinarchus at once to be taken, and tortured, and put to death; and that done, gave audience to the Athenians, who filled the place with noise and tumult, accusing and recriminating on one another, till at last Agnonides came forward, and requested they might all be shut up together in one cage, and conveyed to Athens, there to decide the controversy. At that the king could not forbear smiling, but the company that attended, for their own amusement, Macedonians and strangers, were eager to hear the altercation, and made signs to the delegates to go on with their case at once. But it was no sort of fair hearing. Polysperchon frequently interrupted Phocion, till at last Phocion struck his staff on the ground, and declined to speak further. And when Hegemon said, Polysperchon himself could bear witness to his affection for the people, Polysperchon called out fiercely, “Give over slandering me to the king,” and the king starting up was about to have run him through with his javelin, but Polysperchon interposed and hindered him; so that the assembly dissolved.
There, Polysperchon set up the golden canopy and had the king and his group sit under it. He immediately ordered that Dinarchus be captured, tortured, and executed. Once that was done, he listened to the Athenians, who filled the space with noise and chaos, accusing and blaming each other. Eventually, Agnonides stepped forward and suggested they all be locked up together in one cage and taken to Athens to resolve their dispute. At that, the king couldn’t help but smile, while the Macedonians and other spectators, there for their own entertainment, urged the delegates to continue with their arguments. However, it was far from a fair hearing. Polysperchon often interrupted Phocion until Phocion finally slammed his staff on the ground and refused to speak any further. When Hegemon claimed that Polysperchon himself could vouch for his love for the people, Polysperchon shouted angrily, “Stop slandering me to the king!” The king, rising up, seemed ready to spear him with his javelin, but Polysperchon stepped in to stop him, leading to the assembly breaking up.
Phocion, then, and those about him, were seized; those of his friends that were not immediately by him, on seeing this, hid their faces, and saved themselves by flight. The rest Clitus took and brought to Athens, to be submitted to trial; but, in truth, as men already sentenced to die. The manner of conveying them was indeed extremely moving; they were carried in chariots through the Ceramicus, straight to the place of judicature, where Clitus secured them till they had convoked an assembly of the people, which was open to all comers, neither foreigners, nor slaves, nor those who had been punished with disfranchisement, being refused admittance, but all alike, both men and women, being allowed to come into the court, and even upon the place of speaking. So having read the king’s letters, in which he declared he was satisfied himself that these men were traitors, however, they being a free city, he willingly accorded them the grace of trying and judging them according to their own laws, Clitus brought in his prisoners. Every respectable citizen, at the sight of Phocion, covered up his face, and stooped down to conceal his tears. And one of them had the courage to say, that since the king had committed so important a cause to the judgment of the people, it would be well that the strangers, and those of servile condition, should withdraw. But the populace would not endure it, crying out they were oligarchs, and enemies to the liberty of the people, and deserved to be stoned; after which no man durst offer anything further in Phocion’s behalf. He was himself with difficulty heard at all, when he put the question, “Do you wish to put us to death lawfully, or unlawfully?” Some answered, “According to law.” He replied, “How can you, except we have a fair hearing?” But when they were deaf to all he said, approaching nearer, “As to myself,” said he, “I admit my guilt, and pronounce my public conduct to have deserved sentence of death. But why, O men of Athens, kill others who have offended in nothing?” The rabble cried out, they were his friends, that was enough. Phocion therefore drew back, and said no more.
Phocion and his companions were captured; those friends who weren't right beside him, upon witnessing this, hid their faces and escaped. Clitus took the others and brought them to Athens for trial; however, they were essentially already sentenced to die. The way they were transported was truly emotional; they were taken in chariots through the Ceramicus directly to the courtroom, where Clitus kept them until they gathered the assembly of the people. This assembly was open to everyone—no foreigners, slaves, or those who had lost their citizenship were turned away, and all, both men and women, could enter the court and even speak. After reading the king’s letters, in which he stated that he believed these men were traitors, yet since they were a free city, he allowed them the privilege of being tried and judged according to their own laws, Clitus brought in his prisoners. Every honorable citizen, upon seeing Phocion, covered his face and bowed his head to hide his tears. One person bravely suggested that since the king had entrusted such an important matter to the people, it would be best for strangers and those in servitude to leave. But the crowd wouldn’t stand for it; they shouted that they were oligarchs and enemies of the people’s freedom, and deserved to be stoned. After that, no one dared to speak further in Phocion’s favor. He struggled to be heard when he asked, “Do you intend to put us to death legally or illegally?” Some responded, “Legally.” He replied, “How can that happen without a fair hearing?” But when they ignored all he said, he stepped closer and said, “As for me, I admit my guilt and acknowledge that my public actions deserve a death sentence. But why, O men of Athens, kill others who have done nothing wrong?” The crowd shouted that they were his friends, which was enough. Phocion then withdrew and said no more.
Then Agnonides read the bill, in accordance with which the people should decide by show of hands whether they judged them guilty, and if so it should be found, the penalty should be death. When this had been read out, some desired it might be added to the sentence, that Phocion should be tortured also, and that the rack should be produced with the executioners. But Agnonides perceiving even Clitus to dislike this, and himself thinking it horrid and barbarous, said, “When we catch that slave, Callimedon, men of Athens, we will put him to the rack, but I shall make no motion of the kind in Phocion’s case.” Upon which one of the better citizens remarked, he was quite right; “If we should torture Phocion, what could we do to you?” So the form of the bill was approved of, and the show of hands called for; upon which, not one man retaining his seat, but all rising up, and some with garlands on their heads, they condemned them all to death.
Then Agnonides read the bill, stating that the people should decide by a show of hands whether they believed the accused were guilty, and if so, the punishment would be death. After this was read, some wanted to add that Phocion should also be tortured and that the rack should be brought out with the executioners. But Agnonides noticed that even Clitus disapproved of this, and he personally found it horrible and barbaric. He said, “When we catch that slave, Callimedon, men of Athens, we will torture him, but I will not propose anything like that for Phocion.” At this, one of the more respectable citizens agreed, saying, “If we torture Phocion, what could we do to you?” So the bill was approved, and the show of hands was called for; not one man stayed seated, but everyone stood up, some wearing garlands on their heads, and they condemned them all to death.
There were present with Phocion, Nicocles, Thudippus, Hegemon, and Pythocles. Demetrius the Phalerian, Callimedon, Charicles, and some others, were included in the condemnation, being absent.
There were with Phocion, Nicocles, Thudippus, Hegemon, and Pythocles. Demetrius the Phalerian, Callimedon, Charicles, and a few others were also condemned, even though they were absent.
After the assembly was dismissed, they were carried to the prison; the rest with cries and lamentations, their friends and relatives following; and clinging about them, but Phocion looking (as men observed with astonishment at his calmness and magnanimity) just the same as when he had been used to return to his home attended, as general, from the assembly. His enemies ran along by his side, reviling and abusing him. And one of them coming up to him, spat in his face; at which Phocion, turning to the officers, only said, “You should stop this indecency.” Thudippus, on their reaching the prison, when he observed the executioner tempering the poison and preparing it for them, gave way to his passion, and began to bemoan his condition and the hard measure he received, thus unjustly to suffer with Phocion. “You cannot be contented,” said he, “to die with Phocion?” One of his friends that stood by, asked him if he wished to have anything said to his son. “Yes, by all means,” said he, “bid him bear no grudge against the Athenians.” Then Nicocles, the dearest and most faithful of his friends, begged to be allowed to drink the poison first. “My friend,” said he, “you ask what I am loath and sorrowful to give, but as I never yet in all my life was so thankless as to refuse you, I must gratify you in this also.” After they had all drunk of it, the poison ran short; and the executioner refused to prepare more, except they would pay him twelve drachmas, to defray the cost of the quantity required. Some delay was made, and time spent, when Phocion called one of his friends, and observing that a man could not even die at Athens without paying for it, requested him to give the sum.
After the assembly was dismissed, they were taken to prison; the others were crying and lamenting, with their friends and relatives following and clinging to them. Meanwhile, Phocion stood there, calm and dignified, just like when he used to return home as a general from the assembly. His enemies ran alongside him, hurling insults and abuse. One of them came up and spat in his face; Phocion merely turned to the officers and said, “You should stop this disrespect.” When they reached the prison, Thudippus saw the executioner mixing the poison and preparing it for them. He lost control of his emotions and began to lament his fate and the unfairness of suffering this alongside Phocion. “You can’t be happy,” he exclaimed, “to die with Phocion?” One of his friends standing nearby asked if he wanted anything conveyed to his son. “Yes, definitely,” he replied, “tell him not to hold a grudge against the Athenians.” Then Nicocles, his dearest and most loyal friend, requested to drink the poison first. “My friend,” he said, “you ask for something I’m reluctant and saddened to give, but since I have never been ungrateful to you, I will grant this as well.” After they all drank, they ran out of poison, and the executioner refused to prepare more unless they paid him twelve drachmas to cover the cost of what they needed. There was some delay and time wasted, when Phocion called one of his friends and remarked that a person couldn’t even die in Athens without paying for it, asking him to provide the money.
It was the nineteenth day of the month Munychion, on which it was the usage to have a solemn procession in the city, in honor of Jupiter. The horsemen, as they passed by, some of them threw away their garlands, others stopped, weeping, and casting sorrowful looks towards the prison doors, and all the citizens whose minds were not absolutely debauched by spite and passion, or who had any humanity left, acknowledged it to have been most impiously done, not, at least, to let that day pass, and the city so be kept pure from death and a public execution at the solemn festival. But as if this triumph had been insufficient, the malice of Phocion’s enemies went yet further; his dead body was excluded from burial within the boundaries of the country, and none of the Athenians could light a funeral pile to burn the corpse; neither durst any of his friends venture to concern themselves about it. A certain Conopion, a man who used to do these offices for hire, took the body and carried it beyond Eleusis, and procuring fire from over the frontier of Megara, burned it. Phocion’s wife, with her servant-maids, being present and assisting at the solemnity, raised there an empty tomb, and performed the customary libations, and gathering up the bones in her lap, and bringing them home by night, dug a place for them by the fireside in her house, saying, “Blessed hearth, to your custody I commit the remains of a good and brave man; and, I beseech you, protect and restore them to the sepulcher of his fathers, when the Athenians return to their right minds.”
It was the nineteenth day of Munychion, a day when a solemn procession was held in the city to honor Jupiter. As the horsemen rode by, some threw down their garlands, while others paused, crying and casting sorrowful glances toward the prison doors. All citizens who weren't completely consumed by hatred and anger, or who still had some humanity left, recognized that it was extremely disrespectful to let the day go by like this and to allow the city to be tainted by death and a public execution during such a sacred festival. But as if this victory wasn’t enough, Phocion's enemies went even further; his body was denied burial within the country’s borders, and none of the Athenians were allowed to light a funeral pyre for him. Even his friends didn’t dare to get involved. A man named Conopion, who usually performed such duties for pay, took the body and carried it beyond Eleusis, and after getting fire from the border of Megara, he cremated it. Phocion’s wife, along with her servant-maids, attended the ceremony and set up an empty tomb, performed the usual libations, and collected the bones in her lap. She brought them home at night, dug a place for them by the fireside, and said, “Blessed hearth, I entrust the remains of a good and brave man to your care; and I ask you to protect them and return them to his family tomb when the Athenians come to their senses.”
And, indeed, a very little time and their own sad experience soon informed them what an excellent governor, and how great an example and guardian of justice and of temperance they had bereft themselves of. And now they decreed him a statue of brass, and his bones to be buried honorably at the public charge; and for his accusers, Agnonides they took themselves, and caused him to be put to death. Epicurus and Demophilus, who fled from the city for fear, his son met with, and took his revenge upon them. This son of his, we are told, was in general of an indifferent character, and once, when enamored of a slave girl kept by a common harlot merchant, happened to hear Theodorus, the atheist, arguing in the Lyceum, that if it were a good and honorable thing to buy the freedom of a friend in the masculine, why not also of a friend in the feminine, if, for example, a master, why not also a mistress? So putting the good argument and his passion together, he went off and purchased the girl’s freedom. The death which was thus suffered by Phocion, revived among the Greeks the memory of that of Socrates, the two cases being so similar, and both equally the sad fault and misfortune of the city.
And, in fact, it didn’t take long for them to realize, through their own unfortunate experiences, what an outstanding leader they had lost, along with a great example and protector of justice and self-control. They decided to build a bronze statue in his honor and to give his remains a proper burial at public expense; as for his accusers, they targeted Agnonides and had him executed. Epicurus and Demophilus, who escaped the city in fear, were confronted by his son, who sought revenge on them. This son, we are told, generally had an average character, and once, infatuated with a slave girl owned by a common prostitute, happened to overhear Theodorus, the atheist, debating in the Lyceum. He argued that if it was good and honorable to buy the freedom of a male friend, why not do the same for a female friend? For instance, if a master could do it, then so could a mistress. Combining this strong argument with his passion, he went and purchased the girl's freedom. The death of Phocion brought back memories of Socrates among the Greeks, as the two cases were so similar and both were equally the tragic fault and misfortune of the city.
CATO THE YOUNGER
The family of Cato derived its first luster from his great-grandfather Cato, whose virtue gained him such great reputation and authority among the Romans, as we have written in his life.
The family of Cato first gained prominence from his great-grandfather Cato, whose virtue earned him immense respect and authority among the Romans, as we have detailed in his life.
This Cato was, by the loss of both his parents, left an orphan, together with his brother Caepio, and his sister Porcia. He had also a half-sister, Servilia, by the mother’s side. All these lived together, and were bred up in the house of Livius Drusus, their uncle by the mother who, at that time, had a great share in the government, being a very eloquent speaker, a man of the greatest temperance, and yielding in dignity to none of the Romans.
This Cato was left an orphan after losing both his parents, along with his brother Caepio and his sister Porcia. He also had a half-sister, Servilia, from his mother's side. They all lived together and were raised in the household of Livius Drusus, their maternal uncle, who at that time held significant influence in the government. He was a very eloquent speaker, a man of great self-control, and was equal in stature to any of the Romans.
It is said of Cato, that even from his infancy, in his speech, his countenance, and all his childish pastimes, he discovered an inflexible temper, unmoved by any passion, and firm in everything. He was resolute in his purposes, much beyond the strength of his age, to go through with whatever he undertook. He was rough and ungentle toward those that flattered him, and still more unyielding to those who threatened him. It was difficult to excite him to laughter; his countenance seldom relaxed even into a smile; he was not quickly or easily provoked to anger, but if once incensed, he was no less difficult to pacify.
People say that from a young age, Cato showed a steadfast nature in his speech, demeanor, and all his childhood activities. He was resolute in his goals, demonstrating a determination that surpassed what one would expect from his age. He was harsh and unkind toward those who flattered him, and even more unyielding to those who tried to intimidate him. It was hard to make him laugh; his expression rarely changed to a smile. He wasn't easily angered, but once he was upset, it was just as hard to calm him down.
When he began to learn, he proved dull, and slow to apprehend, but of what he once received, his memory was remarkably tenacious. And such, in fact, we find generally to be the course of nature; men of fine genius are readily reminded of things, but those who receive with most pains and difficulty, remember best; every new thing they learn, being, as it were, burnt and branded in on their minds. Cato’s natural stubbornness and slowness to be persuaded, may also have made it more difficult for him to be taught. For to learn, is to submit to have something done to one; and persuasion comes soonest to those who have least strength to resist it. Hence young men are sooner persuaded than those that are more in years, and sick men, than those that are well in health In fine, where there is least previous doubt and difficulty the new impression is most easily accepted. Yet Cato, they say, was very obedient to his preceptor, and would do whatever he was commanded; but he would also ask the reason, and inquire the cause of everything. And, indeed, his teacher was a very well-bred man, more ready to instruct, than to beat his scholars. His name was Sarpedon.
When he started to learn, he was slow and struggled to understand, but once he took something in, his memory was impressively strong. This seems to be how nature generally works; people with sharp minds quickly remember things, while those who find it hard to learn tend to remember better. Each new thing they learn feels like it’s been burned into their minds. Cato’s natural stubbornness and reluctance to be persuaded may have made it harder for him to learn. Learning requires one to allow something to be done to them, and those who resist less are persuaded more quickly. That's why young people are easier to persuade than older ones, and sick people are more easily convinced than those in good health. Ultimately, new ideas are more readily accepted where there is less doubt and difficulty. Still, they say Cato was very obedient to his teacher and would do whatever he was told; he also asked questions and wanted to understand the reasons behind everything. His teacher was a well-mannered man, more interested in teaching than punishing his students. His name was Sarpedon.
When Cato was a child, the allies of the Romans sued to be made free citizens of Rome. Pompaedius Silo, one of their deputies, a brave soldier, and a man of great repute, who had contracted a friendship with Drusus, lodged at his house for several days, in which time being grown familiar with the children, “Well,” said he to them, “will you entreat your uncle to befriend us in our business?” Caepio, smiling, assented, but Cato made no answer, only he looked steadfastly and fiercely on the strangers. Then said Pompaedius, “And you, young sir, what say you to us? will not you, as well as your brother, intercede with your uncle in our behalf?” And when Cato continued to give no answer, by his silence and his countenance seeming to deny their petition, Pompaedius snatched him up to the window as if he would throw him out, and told him to consent, or he would fling him down, and, speaking in a harsher tone, held his body out of the window, and shook him several times. When Cato had suffered this a good while, unmoved and unalarmed, Pompaedius setting him down, said in an under-voice to his friend, “What a blessing for Italy, that he is but a child! If he were a man, I believe we should not gain one voice among the people.” Another time, one of his relations, on his birthday, invited Cato and some other children to supper, and some of the company diverted themselves in a separate part of the house, and were at play, the elder and the younger together, their sport being to act the pleadings before the judges, accusing one another, and carrying away the condemned to prison. Among these a very beautiful young child, being bound and carried by a bigger into prison, cried out to Cato, who seeing what was going on, presently ran to the door, and thrusting away those who stood there as guard, took out the child, and went home in anger, followed by some of his companions.
When Cato was a kid, the allies of the Romans asked to be made free citizens of Rome. Pompaedius Silo, one of their representatives, a brave soldier with a strong reputation, who had become friends with Drusus, stayed at his house for several days. During that time, he got to know the kids well and said to them, “So, will you ask your uncle to help us with our request?” Caepio smiled and agreed, but Cato didn’t reply; he just stared fiercely at the strangers. Pompaedius then said, “And you, young man, what do you think? Won’t you, like your brother, talk to your uncle on our behalf?” When Cato remained silent, his expression indicating that he was opposed to their request, Pompaedius picked him up and held him out the window as if to throw him out, insisting he agree, and shook him a few times while speaking in a harsher tone. After Cato endured this for a while without showing fear, Pompaedius finally set him down and quietly told his friend, “What a blessing for Italy that he’s just a child! If he were an adult, I don’t think we’d get a single vote from the people.” On another occasion, one of his relatives invited Cato and some other kids over for dinner on his birthday. While some of the guests played in a different part of the house, the older and younger kids pretended to be in court, accusing each other and sending the guilty off to prison. Among them was a beautiful little child who was tied up and taken to prison by a bigger kid. When he yelled for help, Cato saw what was happening, ran to the door, pushed past those guarding it, rescued the child, and left in anger, followed by some of his friends.
Cato at length grew so famous among them, that when Sylla designed to exhibit the sacred game of young men riding courses on horseback, which they called Troy, having gotten together the youth of good birth, he appointed two for their leaders. One of them they accepted for his mother’s sake, being the son of Metella, the wife of Sylla; but as for the other, Sextus, the nephew of Pompey, they would not be led by him, nor exercise under him. Then Sylla asking, whom they would have, they all cried out, Cato; and Sextus willingly yielded the honor to him, as the more worthy.
Cato eventually became so renowned among them that when Sulla planned to hold the sacred event of young men racing on horseback, which they called Troy, he gathered the youth of good lineage and selected two leaders. One was chosen for his mother's reputation, being the son of Metella, Sulla's wife; but as for the other, Sextus, Pompey's nephew, they refused to be led by him or train under him. When Sulla asked who they wanted, they all shouted Cato's name; Sextus readily stepped aside to let him have the honor, acknowledging Cato as the more deserving leader.
Sylla, who was a friend of their family, sent at times for Cato and his brother to see them and talk with them; a favor which he showed to very few, after gaining his great power and authority. Sarpedon, full of the advantage it would be, as well for the honor as the safety of his scholars, would often bring Cato to wait upon Sylla at his house, which, for the multitude of those that were being carried off in custody, and tormented there, looked like a place of execution. Cato was then in his fourteenth year, and seeing the heads of men said to be of great distinction brought thither, and observing the secret sighs of those that were present, he asked his preceptor, “Why does nobody kill this man?” “Because,” said he, “they fear him, child, more than they hate him.” “Why, then,” replied Cato, “did you not give me a sword, that I might stab him, and free my country from this slavery?” Sarpedon hearing this, and at the same time seeing his countenance swelling with anger and determination, took care thenceforward to watch him strictly, lest he should hazard any desperate attempt.
Sylla, a family friend, would occasionally call for Cato and his brother to visit and talk with them; he offered this courtesy to very few after gaining his significant power and authority. Sarpedon, fully aware of how beneficial it would be for the honor and safety of his students, often brought Cato to visit Sylla at his house, which, with the many people being taken into custody and tortured there, resembled a place of execution. At that time, Cato was only fourteen years old, and when he saw the heads of men said to be of great importance brought there, and noticed the silent sighs of those around, he asked his teacher, “Why doesn’t anyone kill him?” “Because,” Sarpedon replied, “they fear him more than they hate him, my child.” “Then why didn’t you give me a sword so I could stab him and free my country from this oppression?” Cato responded. Sarpedon, hearing this and seeing the anger and determination on Cato’s face, made sure to keep a close eye on him from that point on to prevent any reckless action.
While he was yet very young, to some that asked him, whom he loved best, he answered, his brother. And being asked, whom next, he replied, his brother, again. So likewise the third time, and still the same, till they left off to ask any further. As he grew in age, this love to his brother grew yet the stronger. When he was about twenty years old, he never supped, never went out of town, nor into the forum, without Caepio. But when his brother made use of precious ointments and perfumes, Cato declined them; and he was, in all his habits, very strict and austere, so that when Caepio was admired for his moderation and temperance, he would acknowledge that indeed he might be accounted such, in comparison with some other men, “but,” said he, “when I compare myself with Cato, I find myself scarcely different from Sippius,” one at that time notorious for his luxurious and effeminate living.
When he was still very young, when asked by some people who he loved the most, he said it was his brother. When they asked who came next, he answered his brother again. This went on a third time, and still the same, until they finally stopped asking. As he got older, his love for his brother only grew stronger. By the time he was about twenty, he would never have dinner, go out of town, or visit the forum without Caepio. However, when his brother used fancy ointments and perfumes, Cato rejected them; he was very strict and disciplined in all his habits. So when Caepio was praised for his moderation and self-control, he would admit that he could indeed be considered such compared to some others, “but,” he said, “when I compare myself to Cato, I see that I am hardly any different from Sippius,” who was known at the time for his extravagant and effeminate lifestyle.
Cato being made priest of Apollo, went to another house, took his portion of their paternal inheritance, amounting to a hundred and twenty talents, and began to live yet more strictly than before. Having gained the intimate acquaintance of Antipater the Tyrian, the Stoic philosopher, he devoted himself to the study, above everything, of moral and political doctrine. And though possessed, as it were, by a kind of inspiration for the pursuit of every virtue, yet what most of all virtue and excellence fixed his affection, was that steady and inflexible Justice, which is not to be wrought upon by favor or compassion. He learned also the art of speaking and debating in public, thinking that political philosophy, like a great city, should maintain for its security the military and warlike element. But he would never recite his exercises before company, nor was he ever heard to declaim. And to one that told him, men blamed his silence, “But I hope not my life,” he replied, “I will begin to speak, when I have that to say which had not better be unsaid.”
Cato became a priest of Apollo, moved to another house, took his share of their family inheritance, which was a hundred and twenty talents, and started living even more strictly than before. After getting to know Antipater the Tyrian, a Stoic philosopher, he dedicated himself primarily to studying moral and political philosophy. Although he felt deeply inspired to pursue all virtues, what he valued most was the unwavering and rigid Justice that can't be swayed by favoritism or compassion. He also learned how to speak and debate in public, believing that political philosophy, like a large city, needed a strong military and defense. However, he never performed his speeches in front of others and was never heard making public declarations. When someone told him that people criticized his silence, he replied, “But I hope they’re not judging my life. I'll start speaking when I have something to say that’s better left unsaid.”
The great Porcian Hall, as it was called, had been built and dedicated to the public use by the old Cato, when aedile. Here the tribunes of the people used to transact their business, and because one of the pillars was thought to interfere with the convenience of their seats, they deliberated whether it were best to remove it to another place, or to take it away. This occasion first drew Cato, much against his will, into the forum; for he opposed the demand of the tribunes, and in so doing, gave a specimen both of his courage and his powers of speaking, which gained him great admiration. His speech had nothing youthful or refined in it, but was straightforward, full of matter, and rough, at the same time that there was a certain grace about his rough statements which won the attention; and the speaker’s character showing itself in all he said, added to his severe language something that excited feelings of natural pleasure and interest. His voice was full and sounding, and sufficient to be heard by so great a multitude, and its vigor and capacity of endurance quite indefatigable; for he often would speak a whole day, and never stop.
The impressive Porcian Hall, as it was known, was built and dedicated for public use by the old Cato when he was aedile. This was where the tribunes of the people conducted their business, and because one of the pillars was believed to obstruct the comfort of their seating, they debated whether it would be better to move it to a different spot or to remove it altogether. This situation forced Cato, much to his displeasure, into the forum; he opposed the tribunes' request, showcasing both his bravery and his oratory skills, which earned him considerable respect. His speech had neither a youthful nor polished tone but was direct, substantial, and rugged, yet there was a certain charm in his roughness that captured attention. His character shone through everything he said, adding to his stern words a quality that stirred feelings of genuine pleasure and interest. His voice was powerful and resonant enough to reach such a large crowd, and his stamina and ability to keep going were tireless; he often spoke for an entire day without stopping.
When he had carried this cause, he betook himself again to study and retirement. He employed himself in inuring his body to labor and violent exercise; and habituated himself to go bareheaded in the hottest and the coldest weather, and to walk on foot at all seasons. When he went on a journey with any of his friends, though they were on horseback and he on foot, yet he would often join now one, then another, and converse with them on the way. In sickness, the patience he showed in supporting, and the abstinence he used for curing his distempers, were admirable. When he had an ague, he would remain alone, and suffer nobody to see him, till he began to recover, and found the fit was over. At supper, when he threw dice for the choice of dishes, and lost, and the company offered him nevertheless his choice, he declined to dispute, as he said, the decision of Venus. At first, he was wont to drink only once after supper, and then go away; but in process of time he grew to drink more, insomuch that oftentimes he would continue till morning. This his friends explained by saying that state affairs and public business took him up all day, and being desirous of knowledge, he liked to pass the night at wine in the conversation of philosophers. Hence, upon one Memmius saying in public, that Cato spent whole nights in drinking, “You should add,” replied Cicero, “that he spends whole days in gambling.” And in general Cato esteemed the customs and manners of men at that time so corrupt, and a reformation in them so necessary, that he thought it requisite, in many things, to go contrary to the ordinary way of the world. Seeing the lightest and gayest purple was then most in fashion, he would always wear that which was nearest black; and he would often go out of doors, after his morning meal, without either shoes or tunic; not that he sought vainglory from such novelties, but he would accustom himself to be ashamed only of what deserves shame, and to despise all other sorts of disgrace.
Once he had taken care of this issue, he returned to studying and isolating himself. He focused on toughening his body through hard work and intense exercise; he trained himself to go without a hat in the hottest and coldest weather, walking everywhere no matter the season. When he traveled with friends who were on horseback while he walked, he often joined one then the other, engaging in conversation along the way. During sickness, his patience in enduring pain and his self-discipline in treating his ailments were impressive. When he had a fever, he would isolate himself until he started to recover and the worst had passed. At dinner, when he rolled dice to choose dishes and lost but his friends offered him a choice anyway, he refused to argue, saying he wouldn’t dispute the decision of Venus. Initially, he would only drink once after dinner and then leave; however, over time he started drinking more, often continuing until morning. His friends explained this by saying that his involvement in government and public matters kept him busy during the day, and since he was eager for knowledge, he preferred to spend the night drinking while chatting with philosophers. Thus, when Memmius publicly stated that Cato spent entire nights drinking, Cicero replied, “You should add that he spends entire days gambling.” Overall, Cato viewed the customs and behaviors of people at that time as so corrupt and believed a reform was essential, causing him to often go against the societal norms. Noting that the lightest and brightest purple was fashionable, he would always wear the darkest shade; and he frequently stepped outside after breakfast without shoes or a tunic—not for show, but to train himself to feel shame only for things that truly deserved it, and to disregard all other forms of disgrace.
The estate of one Cato, his cousin, which was worth one hundred talents, falling to him, he turned it all into ready money, which he kept by him for any of his friends that should happen to want, to whom he would lend it without interest. And for some of them, he suffered his own land and his slaves to be mortgaged to the public treasury.
The estate of his cousin Cato, valued at one hundred talents, came into his possession, and he converted the entire amount into cash, which he kept on hand for any friends who might need it, lending it to them interest-free. For some of them, he even allowed his own land and slaves to be mortgaged to the public treasury.
When he thought himself of an age fit to marry, having never before known any woman, he was contracted to Lepida, who had before been contracted to Metellus Scipio, but on Scipio’s own withdrawal from it, the contract had been dissolved, and she left at liberty. Yet Scipio afterward repenting himself, did all he could to regain her, before the marriage with Cato was completed, and succeeded in so doing. At which Cato was violently incensed, and resolved at first to go to law about it; but his friends persuaded him to the contrary. However, he was so moved by the heat of youth and passion, that he wrote a quantity of iambic verses against Scipio, in the bitter, sarcastic style of Archilochus, without, however, his license and scurrility. After this, he married Atilia, the daughter of Soranus, the first, but not the only woman he ever knew, less happy thus far than Laelius, the friend of Scipio, who in the whole course of so long a life never knew but the one woman to whom he was united in his first and only marriage.
When he felt he was old enough to marry, having never known any woman before, he became engaged to Lepida, who had previously been promised to Metellus Scipio. However, since Scipio backed out of the arrangement, the contract was dissolved, and she was free to marry. Later, Scipio regretted his decision and tried everything to win her back before Cato's marriage was finalized, and he managed to do so. This infuriated Cato, who initially planned to take legal action, but his friends talked him out of it. Still, driven by youthful passion, he wrote a series of bitter, sarcastic verses against Scipio, in a style reminiscent of Archilochus, though without his vulgarity and excess. After that, he married Atilia, the daughter of Soranus, marking the first, but not the only, woman he would ever know, and he was less fortunate so far than Laelius, Scipio's friend, who throughout his long life only ever knew the one woman he married.
In the war of the slaves, which took its name from Spartacus, their ringleader, Gellius was general, and Cato went a volunteer, for the sake of his brother Caepio, who was a tribune in the army. Cato could find here no opportunity to show his zeal or exercise his valor, on account of the ill conduct of the general. However, amidst the corruption and disorders of that army, he showed such a love of discipline, so much bravery upon occasion, and so much courage and wisdom in everything, that it appeared he was no way inferior to the old Cato. Gellius offered him great rewards, and would have decreed him the first honors; which, however, he refused, saying, he had done nothing that deserved them. This made him be thought a man of a strange and eccentric temper.
In the slave war named after Spartacus, their leader, Gellius served as the general, and Cato volunteered to join because of his brother Caepio, who was a tribune in the army. Cato couldn’t find any chances to show his enthusiasm or demonstrate his bravery due to the general's poor leadership. Still, amid the corruption and chaos in that army, he displayed a strong sense of discipline, showed courage when it mattered, and exhibited wisdom in all his actions, proving he was as capable as the older Cato. Gellius offered him significant rewards and considered giving him the highest honors, but Cato turned them down, stating he hadn’t done anything worthy of them. This led people to see him as someone with a peculiar and unconventional character.
There was a law passed, moreover, that the candidates who stood for any office should not have prompters in their canvass, to tell them the names of the citizens; and Cato, when he sued to be elected tribune, was the only man that obeyed this law. He took great pains to learn by his own knowledge to salute those he had to speak with, and to call them by their names; yet even those who praised him for this, did not do so without some envy and jealousy, for the more they considered the excellence of what he did, the more they were grieved at the difficulty they found to do the like.
A law was passed stating that candidates running for any office couldn’t have assistants during their campaign to tell them the names of citizens. Cato, when he ran for tribune, was the only one who followed this law. He worked hard to memorize the names of the people he needed to speak to and greet them personally; however, even those who admired him for this did so with some envy and jealousy. The more they recognized the excellence of his actions, the more they felt frustrated by their own inability to do the same.
Being chosen tribune, he was sent into Macedon to join Rubrius, who was general there. It is said that his wife showing much concern, and weeping at his departure, Munatius, one of Cato’s friends, said to her, “Do not trouble yourself, Atilia, I will engage to watch over him for you.” “By all means,” replied Cato; and when they had gone one day’s journey together, “Now,” said he to Munatius, after they had supped, “that you may be sure to keep your promise to Atilia, you must not leave me day nor night,” and from that time, he ordered two beds to be made in his own chamber, that Munatius might lie there. And so he continued to do, Cato making it his jest to see that he was always there. There went with him fifteen slaves, two freedmen, and four of his friends; these rode on horseback, but Cato always went on foot, yet would he keep by them, and talk with each of them in turn, as they went.
After being selected as tribune, he was sent to Macedon to join Rubrius, the general there. It’s said that his wife was very worried and cried when he left. Munatius, one of Cato’s friends, told her, “Don’t worry, Atilia, I’ll make sure to look after him for you.” “Absolutely,” replied Cato; and after they had traveled together for a day, he said to Munatius, after they had eaten, “To ensure you keep your promise to Atilia, you need to stay with me day and night.” From that point on, he arranged for two beds to be set up in his room so that Munatius could sleep there. He continued this arrangement, often joking about making sure he was always present. He was accompanied by fifteen slaves, two freedmen, and four friends; they rode on horseback, while Cato always walked but stayed close by, chatting with each of them in turn as they traveled.
When he came to the army, which consisted of several legions, the general gave him the command of one; and as he looked upon it as a small matter, and not worthy a commander, to give evidence of his own single valor, he resolved to make his soldiers, as far as he could, like himself, not, however, in this, relaxing the terrors of his office, but associating reason with his authority. He persuaded and instructed every one in particular, and bestowed rewards or punishments according to desert; and at length his men were so well disciplined, that it was hard to say, whether they were more peaceable, or more warlike, more valiant, or more just; they were alike formidable to their enemies and courteous to their allies, fearful to do wrong, and forward to gain honor. And Cato himself acquired in the fullest measure, what it had been his least desire to seek, glory and good repute; he was highly esteemed by all men, and entirely beloved by the soldiers. Whatever he commanded to be done, he himself took part in the performing; in his apparel, his diet and mode of traveling, he was more like a common soldier than an officer; but in character, high purpose, and wisdom, he far exceeded all that had the names and titles of commanders, and he made himself, without knowing it, the object of general affection. For the true love of virtue is in all men produced by the love and respect they bear to him that teaches it; and those who praise good men, yet do not love them, may respect their reputation, but do not really admire, and will never imitate their virtue.
When he joined the army, which was made up of several legions, the general put him in charge of one. Seeing it as a minor task and unworthy of a commander to showcase his own bravery, he decided to shape his soldiers to be like him—not by making his position any less intimidating, but by pairing reasoning with his authority. He convinced and educated each soldier individually, rewarding or punishing them based on their actions. Eventually, his troops became so well trained that it was tough to determine whether they were more peaceful or more combative, more courageous or more fair; they were equally intimidating to their enemies and respectful to their allies, careful not to do wrong and eager to gain honor. Cato himself gained to the fullest extent what he had least desired—fame and a good reputation; he was highly regarded by everyone and completely adored by his soldiers. Whatever he ordered to be done, he personally participated in; in his clothing, food, and way of traveling, he resembled a regular soldier more than an officer. However, in terms of character, high ideals, and wisdom, he surpassed everyone else who held the titles of commanders, unwittingly becoming the focus of widespread affection. True admiration for virtue arises in everyone from the love and respect they have for the one who teaches it; those who praise good people without actually loving them may respect their reputation, but they don’t genuinely admire them and will never emulate their virtue.
There dwelt at that time in Pergamus, Athenodorus, surnamed Cordylio, a man of high repute for his knowledge of the stoic philosophy, who was now grown old, and had always steadily refused the friendship and acquaintance of princes and great men. Cato understood this; so that imagining he should not be able to prevail with him by sending or writing, and being by the laws allowed two months’ absence from the army, he resolved to go into Asia to see him in person, trusting to his own good qualities not to lose his labor. And when he had conversed with him, and succeeded in persuading him out of his former resolutions, he returned and brought him to the camp, as joyful and as proud of this victory as if he had done some heroic exploit, greater than any of those of Pompey or Lucullus, who, with their armies, at that time were subduing so many nations and kingdoms.
At that time in Pergamus, there lived a man named Athenodorus, nicknamed Cordylio, who was well-known for his expertise in stoic philosophy. Now elderly, he had always refused to befriend or associate with kings and powerful figures. Cato recognized this, so believing he couldn’t win him over through messages, and allowed by law to be absent from the army for two months, he decided to travel to Asia to meet him in person. He trusted his own qualities would make the effort worthwhile. After talking with Athenodorus and successfully convincing him to change his mind, Cato returned and brought him to the camp, feeling as joyful and proud of this triumph as if he had accomplished a heroic feat greater than those of Pompey or Lucullus, who were at that time conquering numerous nations and kingdoms.
While Cato was yet in the service, his brother, on a journey towards Asia, fell sick at Aenus in Thrace, letters with intelligence of which were immediately dispatched to him. The sea was very rough, and no convenient ship of any size to be had; so Cato, getting into a small trading-vessel, with only two of his friends and three servants, set sail from Thessalonica, and having very narrowly escaped drowning, he arrived at Aenus just as Caepio expired. Upon this occasion, he was thought to have showed himself more a fond brother than a philosopher, not only in the excess of his grief, bewailing, and embracing the dead body, but also in the extravagant expenses of the funeral, the vast quantity of rich perfumes and costly garments which were burnt with the corpse, and the monument of Thasian marble, which he erected, at the cost of eight talents, in the public place of the town of Aenus. For there were some who took upon them to cavil at all this, as not consistent with his usual calmness and moderation, not discerning that though he were steadfast, firm, and inflexible to pleasure, fear, or foolish entreaties, yet he was full of natural tenderness and brotherly affection. Divers of the cities and princes of the country, sent him many presents, to honor the funeral of his brother; but he took none of their money, only the perfumes and ornaments he received, and paid for them also. And afterwards, when the inheritance was divided between him and Caepio’s daughter, he did not require any portion of the funeral expenses to be discharged out of it. Notwithstanding this, it has been affirmed that he made his brother’s ashes be passed through a sieve, to find the gold that was melted down when burnt with the body. But he who made this statement appears to have anticipated an exemption for his pen, as much as for his sword, from all question and criticism.
While Cato was still in service, his brother fell sick on a trip to Asia and was in Aenus, Thrace. News of this was quickly sent to him. The sea was rough, and there weren’t any suitable ships available, so Cato boarded a small trading vessel with just two friends and three servants. He sailed from Thessalonica and narrowly escaped drowning, arriving at Aenus just as Caepio passed away. On this occasion, people thought he acted more like a grieving brother than a philosopher, showing excessive sorrow by mourning and embracing the dead body, as well as by spending lavishly on the funeral, including a large amount of expensive perfumes and fine garments burned with the corpse, along with a Thasian marble monument he built at a cost of eight talents in the town square of Aenus. Some criticized him, claiming this behavior was inconsistent with his usual calmness and moderation, not realizing that while he was resolute and unmoved by pleasure, fear, or foolish requests, he still had deep natural tenderness and brotherly love. Various cities and leaders sent him gifts to honor his brother's funeral, but he refused their money, accepting only the perfumes and decorations, which he also paid for himself. Later, when the inheritance was divided between him and Caepio’s daughter, he did not ask for any reimbursement for the funeral costs. Despite this, some claimed he had his brother’s ashes sifted to recover any gold that melted during the cremation. However, the person making this claim seems to believe they should be immune from scrutiny or criticism, just like they think they should be with their sword.
The time of Cato’s service in the army being expired, he received, at his departure, not only the prayers and praises, but the tears, and embraces of the soldiers, who spread their clothes at his feet, and kissed his hand as he passed, an honor which the Romans at that time scarcely paid even to a very few of their generals and commander-in-chief. Having left the army, he resolved, before he would return home and apply himself to state affairs, to travel in Asia, and observe the manners, the customs, and the strength of every province. He was also unwilling to refuse the kindness of Deiotarus, king of Galatia, who having had great familiarity and friendship with his father, was very desirous to receive a visit from him. Cato’s arrangements in his journey were as follows. Early in the morning he sent out his baker and his cook towards the place where he designed to stay the next night; these went soberly and quietly into the town, in which, if there happened to be no friend or acquaintance of Cato or his family, they provided for him in an inn, and gave no disturbance to anybody; but if there were no inn, then and in this case only, they went to the magistrates, and desiring them to help them to lodgings, took without complaint whatever was allotted to them. His servants thus behaving themselves towards the magistrates, without noise and threatening, were often discredited, or neglected by them, so that Cato many times arrived and found nothing provided for him. And it was all the worse when he appeared himself; still less account was taken of him. When they saw him sitting, without saying anything, on his baggage, they set him down at once as a person of no consequence, who did not venture to make any demand. Sometimes, on such occasions, he would call them to him and tell them, “Foolish people, lay aside this inhospitality. All your visitors will not be Catos. Use your courtesy, to take off the sharp edge of power. There are men enough who desire but a pretense, to take from you by force, what you give with such reluctance.”
After Cato finished his service in the army, he left with not just the soldiers' prayers and praises, but also their tears and embraces. They laid their clothes at his feet and kissed his hand as he passed by, an honor that Romans rarely gave even to a select few of their generals and commanders. Once he left the army, he decided that before returning home and focusing on political matters, he wanted to travel through Asia to observe the customs, traditions, and strengths of each province. He also didn’t want to decline the kindness of Deiotarus, the king of Galatia, who had been close friends with his father and was eager to host him. Cato arranged his journey as follows: early in the morning, he sent his baker and cook ahead to the town where he planned to stay the next night. They quietly entered the town, and if they found no friends or acquaintances of Cato or his family, they secured him a room at an inn without causing any fuss. If there was no inn available, they would then go to the local magistrates, asking for assistance in finding accommodations, and would accept whatever lodging they were given without complaint. Unfortunately, Cato’s servants often behaved in a way that led to them being overlooked or disregarded by the magistrates, meaning that Cato frequently arrived to find no arrangements made for him. It got even worse when he showed up himself; he received even less attention. When they saw him sitting silently on his baggage, they dismissed him as someone unimportant who wouldn’t dare to ask for anything. Sometimes, in these situations, he would call them over and say, “Listen, you foolish people, stop being so inhospitable. Not all of your visitors will be like me. Show some courtesy to soften the harshness of authority. There are plenty of people who only need a pretext to take from you what you are so reluctant to give.”
While he traveled in this manner, a diverting accident befell him in Syria. As he was going into Antioch, he saw a great multitude of people outside the gates, ranged in order on either side the way; here the young men with long cloaks, there the children decently dressed; others wore garlands and white garments, who were the priests and magistrates. Cato, imagining all this could mean nothing but a display in honor of his reception, began to be angry with his servants who had been sent before, for suffering it to be done; then making his friends alight, he walked along with them on foot. As soon as he came near the gate, an elderly man, who seemed to be master of these ceremonies, with a wand and a garland in his hand, came up to Cato, and without saluting him, asked him, where he had left Demetrius, and how soon he thought he would be there. This Demetrius was Pompey’s servant, and as at this time the whole world, so to say, had its eyes fixed upon Pompey, this man also was highly honored, on account of his influence with his master. Upon this, Cato’s friends fell into such violent laughter, that they could not restrain themselves while they passed through the crowd; and he himself, ashamed and distressed, uttered the words, “Unfortunate city!” and said no more. Afterwards, however, it always made him laugh, when he either told the story or was otherwise reminded of it.
While he was traveling this way, an amusing accident happened to him in Syria. As he approached Antioch, he noticed a large crowd outside the gates, lined up on either side of the road; on one side were young men in long cloaks, and on the other, well-dressed children. Others wore garlands and white clothing, who were the priests and officials. Cato, thinking this could only mean a celebration in his honor, began to feel annoyed with his servants who had gone ahead for allowing this to happen; then, making his friends get down from their horses, he walked along with them on foot. As he got closer to the gate, an old man, who seemed to be in charge of the ceremonies, approached Cato with a staff and a garland in his hand. Without greeting him, he asked where Demetrius was and when he thought he would arrive. This Demetrius was Pompey’s servant, and since the whole world at that time seemed to be focused on Pompey, this man was also quite respected due to his connection with his master. At this, Cato's friends burst into such uncontrollable laughter that they couldn’t help themselves while passing through the crowd; Cato, feeling embarrassed and upset, simply said, “Unfortunate city!” and nothing more. However, later on, it always made him laugh whenever he shared the story or was reminded of it.
Pompey himself shortly after made the people ashamed of their ignorance and folly in thus neglecting him, for Cato, coming in his journey to Ephesus, went to pay his respects to him, who was the elder man, had gained much honor, and was then general of a great army. Yet Pompey would not receive him sitting, but as soon as he saw him, rose up, and going to meet him, as the more honorable person, gave him his hand, and embraced him with great show of kindness. He said much in commendation of his virtue, both at that time when receiving him, and also yet more, after he had withdrawn. So that now all men began at once to display their respect for Cato, and discovered in the very same things for which they despised him before, an admirable mildness of temper, and greatness of spirit. And indeed the civility that Pompey himself showed him, appeared to come from one that rather respected than loved him; and the general opinion was, that while Cato was there, he paid him admiration, but was not sorry when he was gone. For when other young men came to see him, he usually urged and entreated them to continue with him. Now he did not at all invite Cato to stay, but as if his own power were lessened by the other’s presence, he very willingly allowed him to take his leave. Yet to Cato alone, of all those who went for Rome, he recommended his children and his wife, who was indeed connected by relationship with Cato.
Pompey soon made the people ashamed of their ignorance and foolishness for neglecting him. When Cato traveled to Ephesus, he went to pay his respects to Pompey, who was older, had gained much honor, and was then the general of a large army. However, Pompey wouldn’t receive him while sitting; as soon as he saw Cato, he stood up, went to greet him as the more honorable person, took his hand, and embraced him warmly. He praised Cato’s character both when he received him and even more after he had left. As a result, everyone began to show respect for Cato and recognized in the very qualities they previously disdained an admirable gentleness and nobility. Indeed, the politeness that Pompey showed him seemed to come from someone who respected rather than loved him, and the general consensus was that while Cato was present, Pompey admired him but wasn't sad when he left. When other young men visited him, Pompey usually urged them to stay, but he didn’t invite Cato to linger; instead, it appeared that he felt diminished by Cato’s presence and readily allowed him to leave. Yet, to Cato alone, of all those heading to Rome, Pompey entrusted his children and his wife, who was indeed related to Cato.
After this, all the cities through which he passed, strove and emulated each other in showing him respect and honor. Feasts and entertainments were made for his reception, so that he bade his friends keep strict watch and take care of him, lest he should end by making good what was said by Curio, who though he were his familial friend, yet disliking the austerity of his temper, asked him one day, if when he left the army, he designed to see Asia, and Cato answering, “Yes, by all means,” “You do well,” replied Curio, “you will bring back with you a better temper and pleasanter manners;” pretty nearly the very words he used.
After that, all the cities he passed through competed to show him respect and honor. They held feasts and celebrations to welcome him, so he told his friends to keep a close eye on him, to prevent him from proving what Curio had said. Curio, although a family friend, didn’t like Cato’s serious nature. One day, he asked him if he planned to visit Asia after leaving the army, and Cato replied, “Yes, definitely.” Curio responded, “That’s a good idea; you’ll come back with a better attitude and a friendlier demeanor,” almost repeating his exact words.
Deiotarus being now an old man, had sent for Cato, to recommend his children and family to his protection; and as soon as he came, brought him presents of all sorts of things, which he begged and entreated him to accept. And his importunities displeased Cato so much, that though he came but in the evening, he stayed only that night, and went away early the next morning. After he was gone one day’s journey, he found at Pessinus a yet greater quantity of presents provided for him there, and also letters from Deiotarus, entreating him to receive them, or at least to permit his friends to take them, who for his sake deserved some gratification, and could not have much done for them out of Cato’s own means. Yet he would not suffer it, though he saw some of them very willing to receive such gifts, and ready to complain of his severity; but he answered, that corruption would never want pretense, and his friends should share with him in whatever he should justly and honestly obtain, and so returned the presents to Deiotarus.
Deiotarus, now an old man, had called for Cato to ask for his protection for his children and family. As soon as Cato arrived, Deiotarus offered him all sorts of gifts and begged him to accept them. Cato was so annoyed by his insistence that, even though he had only come in the evening, he stayed just that night and left early the next morning. After traveling a day's journey, he found an even larger amount of gifts waiting for him in Pessinus, along with letters from Deiotarus asking him to accept them or at least let his friends take them, as they deserved some reward and couldn’t expect much from Cato’s own resources. However, Cato refused to allow it, even though some were eager to accept the gifts and were ready to complain about his strictness. He replied that corruption would always find a justification, and his friends should share in whatever he justly and honestly earned, so he returned the gifts to Deiotarus.
When he took ship for Brundusium, his friends would have persuaded him to put his brother’s ashes into another vessel; but he said, he would sooner part with his life than leave them, and so set sail. And as it chanced, he, we are told, had a very dangerous passage, though others at the same time went over safely enough.
When he boarded the ship for Brundusium, his friends tried to convince him to place his brother’s ashes in another vessel, but he said he would rather give up his life than leave them behind, and so he set sail. As it turned out, he had a very perilous journey, although others managed to cross safely at the same time.
After he was returned to Rome, he spent his time for the most part either at home, in conversation with Athenodorus, or at the forum, in the service of his friends. Though it was now the time that he should become quaestor, he would not stand for the place till he had studied the laws relating to it, and by inquiry from persons of experience, had attained a distinct understanding of the duty and authority belonging to it. With this knowledge, as soon as he came into the office, he made a great reformation among the clerks and under-officers of the treasury, people who had long practice and familiarity in all the public records and the laws, and, when new magistrates came in year by year, so ignorant and unskillful as to be in absolute need of others to teach them what to do, did not submit and give way, but kept the power in their own hands, and were in effect the treasurers themselves. Till Cato, applying himself roundly to the work, showed that he possessed not only the title and honor of a quaestor, but the knowledge and understanding and full authority of his office. So that he used the clerks and under-officers like servants, as they were, exposing their corrupt practices, and instructing their ignorance. Being bold impudent fellows, they flattered the other quaestors, his colleagues, and by their means endeavored to maintain an opposition against him. But he convicted the chiefest of them of a breach of trust in the charge of an inheritance, and turned him out of his place. A second he brought to trial for dishonesty, who was defended by Lutatius Catulus, at that time censor, a man very considerable for his office, but yet more for his character, as he was eminent above all the Romans of that age for his reputed wisdom and integrity. He was also intimate with Cato, and much commended his way of living. So perceiving he could not bring off his client, if he stood a fair trial, he openly began to beg him off. Cato objected to his doing this. And when he continued still to be importunate, “It would be shameful, Catulus,” he said, “that the censor, the judge of all our lives, should incur the dishonor of removal by our officers.” At this expression, Catalus looked as if he would have made some answer; but he said nothing, and either through anger or shame went away silent, and out of countenance. Nevertheless, the man was not found guilty, for the voices that acquitted him were but one in number less than those that condemned him, and Marcus Lollius, one of Cato’s colleagues, who was absent by reason of sickness, was sent for by Catalus, and entreated to come and save the man. So Lollius was brought into court in a chair, and gave his voice also for acquitting him. Yet Cato never after made use of that clerk, and never paid him his salary, nor would he make any account of the vote given by Lollius. Having thus humbled the clerks, and brought them to be at command, he made use of the books and registers as he thought fit, and in a little while gained the treasury a higher name than the Senate-house itself; and all men said, Cato had made the office of a quaestor equal to the dignity of a consul. When he found many indebted to the state upon old accounts, and the state also in debt to many private persons, he took care that the public might no longer either do or suffer wrong; he strictly and punctually exacted what was due to the treasury, and as freely and speedily paid all those to whom it was indebted. So that the people were filled with sentiments of awe and respect, on seeing those made to pay, who thought to have escaped with their plunder, and others receiving all their due, who despaired of getting anything. And whereas usually those who brought false bills and pretended orders of the senate, could through favor get them accepted, Cato would never be so imposed upon, and in the case of one particular order, question arising, whether it had passed the senate, he would not believe a great many witnesses that attested it, nor would admit of it, till the consuls came and affirmed it upon oath.
After he returned to Rome, he mostly spent his time either at home with Athenodorus or at the forum, helping his friends. Even though it was time for him to become a quaestor, he wouldn't run for the position until he had studied the laws governing it and consulted knowledgeable people to fully understand the duties and powers associated with it. With this knowledge, as soon as he took the office, he made significant reforms among the clerks and under-officers of the treasury—people who were very familiar with all the public records and laws, and who, when new magistrates came in each year, were so ignorant and unskilled that they needed others to teach them what to do. Instead of stepping aside, they held onto power and effectively acted as the treasurers themselves. Until Cato, who diligently focused on his work, proved that he not only had the title and prestige of a quaestor but also the knowledge and authority of the position. He treated the clerks and under-officers like the servants they were, exposing their corrupt behaviors and addressing their ignorance. These bold and arrogant individuals flattered the other quaestors, his colleagues, and tried to oppose him through their influence. But he caught the top one among them in a breach of trust regarding an inheritance and removed him from his position. He brought a second person to trial for dishonesty, defended by Lutatius Catulus, who was then censor. Catulus was notable for his role, but even more so for his reputation as one of the wisest and most honest Romans of that era. He was also close with Cato and praised his way of life. So, realizing he couldn’t save his client if the trial was fair, he openly started pleading for him. Cato objected to this. When Catulus pressed on, Cato said, “It would be shameful, Catulus, for the censor, the judge of our lives, to lose credibility because of our officers.” At this remark, Catulus seemed ready to respond but said nothing, leaving silently in anger or embarrassment. However, the defendant was not found guilty, as only one vote in favor of acquittal was less than the votes to convict him, and Marcus Lollius, one of Cato’s colleagues, who was sick and absent, was called by Catulus and persuaded to come save the man. So Lollius was brought into court in a chair and also voted for acquittal. Despite this, Cato never used that clerk again, never paid him his salary, nor acknowledged Lollius’s vote. By bringing the clerks under control, he used the books and registers as he saw fit and quickly elevated the treasury's reputation even higher than the Senate itself; everyone said Cato had made the position of quaestor equal to that of a consul. When he discovered many owed the state money from old debts as well as the state owing money to many private individuals, he ensured that the public could no longer commit or suffer wrongs; he strictly and promptly collected what was owed to the treasury and just as quickly paid those it owed money to. The people were filled with feelings of respect and awe as they saw those who thought they could escape justice being made to pay, while others who had given up on receiving payment got what they were due. Where false bills and forged Senate orders could usually get accepted through connections, Cato would not be fooled. In the case of a specific order where there was a question of whether it had passed the Senate, he wouldn’t trust many witnesses who claimed it had, nor would he accept it until the consuls came and confirmed it under oath.
There were at that time a great many whom Sylla had made use of as his agents in the proscription, and to whom he had for their service in putting men to death, given twelve thousand drachmas apiece. These men everybody hated as wicked and polluted wretches, but nobody durst be revenged upon them. Cato called everyone to account, as wrongfully possessed of the public money, and exacted it of them, and at the same time sharply reproved them for their unlawful and impious actions. After these proceedings, they were presently accused of murder, and being already in a manner prejudged as guilty, they were easily found so, and accordingly suffered; at which the whole people rejoiced, and thought themselves now to see the old tyranny finally abolished, and Sylla himself, so to say, brought to punishment.
At that time, there were many people whom Sylla had used as his agents in the proscription, and to whom he had given twelve thousand drachmas each for their role in executing others. Everyone hated these men for being wicked and corrupt, but no one dared to take revenge on them. Cato held everyone accountable for wrongfully taking public money and demanded it back from them, while also harshly criticizing their unlawful and immoral actions. After these actions, they were soon accused of murder, and since they were already viewed as guilty, they were easily found guilty and faced the consequences; this made the entire populace rejoice, believing they were finally seeing the end of the old tyranny and that Sylla himself was being brought to justice.
Cato’s assiduity also, and indefatigable diligence, won very much upon the people. He always came first of any of his colleagues to the treasury, and went away the last. He never missed any assembly of the people, or sitting of the senate; being always anxious and on the watch for those who lightly, or as a matter of interest, passed votes in favor of this or that person, for remitting debts or granting away customs that were owing to the state. And at length, having kept the exchequer pure and clear from base informers, and yet having filled it with treasure, he made it appear the state might be rich, without oppressing the people. At first he excited feelings of dislike and irritation in some of his colleagues, but after a while they were well contented with him, since he was perfectly willing that they should cast all the odium on him, when they declined to gratify their friends with the public money, or to give dishonest judgments in passing their accounts; and when hard pressed by suitors, they could readily answer it was impossible to do anything, unless Cato would consent. On the last day of his office, he was honorably attended to his house by almost all the people; but on the way he was informed that several powerful friends were in the treasury with Marcellus, using all their interest with him to pass a certain debt to the public revenue, as if it had been a gift. Marcellus had been one of Cato’s friends from his childhood, and so long as Cato was with him, was one of the best of his colleagues in this office, but when alone, was unable to resist the importunity of suitors, and prone to do anybody a kindness. So Cato immediately turned back, and finding that Marcellus had yielded to pass the thing, he took the book, and while Marcellus silently stood by and looked on, struck it out. This done, he brought Marcellus out of the treasury, and took him home with him; who for all this, neither then, nor ever after, complained of him, but always continued his friendship and familiarity with him.
Cato’s hard work and relentless diligence gained him a lot of respect from the people. He was always the first to arrive at the treasury and the last to leave. He never missed any gathering of the people or any senate meeting, always alert for those who casually or selfishly voted in favor of someone, whether for debt relief or waiving state taxes. Eventually, he managed to keep the treasury free from corrupt informers while also filling it with wealth, making it clear that the state could be rich without burdening the people. Initially, he stirred up dislike and irritation among some of his colleagues, but over time they came to appreciate him because he allowed them to blame him when they chose not to use public funds to please their friends or issue dishonest judgments on their accounts. When pressed by suitors, they could easily say it was impossible to do anything without Cato's approval. On his last day in office, he was honored by almost all the people as he returned home, but on the way, he was informed that several powerful friends were in the treasury with Marcellus, trying to convince him to classify a certain debt as if it were a gift to the public revenue. Marcellus had been Cato’s friend since childhood and, as long as Cato was with him, he was one of his best colleagues in this position. However, when left alone, Marcellus struggled to resist the pleas of suitors and was inclined to do favors for anyone. So Cato immediately turned back and, finding that Marcellus had agreed to it, took the book and, while Marcellus stood by silently watching, crossed it out. After that, he took Marcellus out of the treasury and went home with him; for all this, Marcellus neither complained then nor ever after, but continued to maintain his friendship and familiarity with Cato.
Cato after he had laid down his office, yet did not cease to keep a watch upon the treasury. He had his servants who continually wrote out the details of the expenditure, and he himself kept always by him certain books, which contained the accounts of the revenue from Sylla’s time to his own quaestorship, which he had bought for five talents.
Cato, after stepping down from his position, still kept an eye on the treasury. He had his servants constantly writing up the details of the spending, and he always kept certain books with him that contained the accounts of revenue from Sylla’s time up to his own term as quaestor, which he had purchased for five talents.
He was always first at the senate, and went out last; and often, while the others were slowly collecting, he would sit and read by himself, holding his gown before his book. He was never once out of town when the senate was to meet. And when afterwards Pompey and his party, finding that he could never be either persuaded or compelled to favor their unjust designs, endeavored to keep him from the senate, by engaging him in business for his friends, to plead their causes, or arbitrate in their differences, or the like, he quickly discovered the trick, and to defeat it, fairly told all his acquaintance that he would never meddle in any private business when the senate was assembled. Since it was not in the hope of gaining honor or riches, nor out of mere impulse, or by chance that he engaged himself in politics, but he undertook the service of the state, as the proper business of an honest man, and therefore he thought himself obliged to be as constant to his public duty, as the bee to the honeycomb. To this end, he took care to have his friends and correspondents everywhere, to send him reports of the edicts, decrees, judgments, and all the important proceedings that passed in any of the provinces. Once when Clodius, the seditious orator, to promote his violent and revolutionary projects, traduced to the people some of the priests and priestesses, (among whom Fabia, sister to Cicero’s wife, Terentia, ran great danger,) Cato, having boldly interfered, and having made Clodius appear so infamous that he was forced to leave the town, was addressed, when it was over, by Cicero, who came to thank him for what he had done. “You must thank the commonwealth,” said he, for whose sake alone he professed to do everything. Thus he gained a great and wonderful reputation; so that an advocate in a cause, where there was only one witness against him, told the judges they ought not to rely upon a single witness, though it were Cato himself. And it was a sort of proverb with many people, if any very unlikely and incredible thing were asserted, to say, they would not believe it, though Cato himself should affirm it. One day a debauched and sumptuous liver talking in the senate about frugality and temperance, Amnaeus standing up, cried, “Who can endure this, Sir, to have you feast like Crassus, build like Lucullus and talk like Cato.” So likewise those who were vicious and dissolute in their manners, yet affected to be grave and severe in their language, were in derision called Catos.
He was always the first one at the senate and the last to leave; often, while others were gathering slowly, he would sit and read by himself, using his gown to shield his book. He was never out of town when the senate was scheduled to meet. Later, when Pompey and his allies realized they couldn't persuade or force him to support their unfair plans, they tried to keep him away from the senate by tying him up with tasks for his friends, to argue their cases or settle their disputes. He quickly saw through this scheme and made it clear to everyone he knew that he wouldn’t get involved in any private matters when the senate was in session. He didn't engage in politics just for fame or money, or out of random impulse; he took on public service as a duty of an honest man, believing he had to be as dedicated to his public responsibilities as a bee is to its hive. To support this commitment, he made sure to have friends and contacts everywhere to send him updates on edicts, decrees, judgments, and other significant events happening in the provinces. Once, when Clodius, the troublemaking orator, slandered some priests and priestesses to push his violent agenda (including Fabia, Cicero’s wife’s sister, who was in real danger), Cato boldly intervened and made Clodius look so bad that he had to leave town. Afterward, Cicero came to thank him for what he had done. “You should thank the republic,” he said, as he claimed he did everything for its sake. This earned him a significant and remarkable reputation; so much so that in a case where there was only one witness against him, an advocate told the judges not to trust just one witness, even if it was Cato himself. It became a saying among many that if some unbelievable claim was made, they wouldn’t believe it, even if Cato himself stated it. One day, a lavish and indulgent person spoke in the senate about frugality and moderation, and Amnaeus stood up and exclaimed, “Who can stand this, Sir, to see you feast like Crassus, build like Lucullus, and talk like Cato?” Similarly, those who led immoral and reckless lives but pretended to be serious and strict in their speech were mockingly referred to as Catos.
At first, when his friends would have persuaded him to stand to be tribune of the people, he thought it undesirable; for that the power of so great an office ought to be reserved, as the strongest medicines, for occasions of the last necessity. But afterwards in a vacation time, as he was going, accompanied with his books and philosophers, to Lucania, where he had lands with a pleasant residence, they met by the way a great many horses, carriages, and attendants, of whom they understood, that Metellus Nepos was going to Rome, to stand to be tribune of the people. Hereupon Cato stopped, and after a little pause, gave orders to return back immediately; at which the company seeming to wonder, “Don’t you know,” said he, “how dangerous of itself the madness of Metellus is? and now that he comes armed with the support of Pompey, he will fall like lightning on the state, and bring it to utter disorder; therefore this is no time for idleness and diversion, but we must go and prevent this man in his designs, or bravely die in defense of our liberty.” Nevertheless, by the persuasion of his friends, he went first to his country-house, where he stayed but a very little time, and then returned to town.
At first, when his friends tried to persuade him to run for tribune of the people, he thought it was a bad idea because such a powerful position should only be used in times of extreme need, like the strongest medicines. However, later during a vacation, as he was traveling with his books and philosophers to Lucania, where he had a pleasant home, they came across many horses, carriages, and attendants belonging to Metellus Nepos, who was on his way to Rome to run for tribune of the people. Cato stopped and, after a moment, ordered everyone to turn back immediately. When his companions looked puzzled, he said, “Don’t you realize how dangerous Metellus is by himself? And now that he has the backing of Pompey, he’ll strike like lightning at the state and throw everything into chaos. This isn't a time for idleness and fun; we need to go and stop this man from carrying out his plans, or we must bravely die defending our freedom.” Still, at his friends’ urging, he went to his country house first, where he stayed only a short time before returning to the city.
He arrived in the evening, and went straight the next morning to the forum, where he began to solicit for the tribuneship, in opposition to Metellus. The power of this office consists rather in controlling, than performing any business; for though all the rest except any one tribune should be agreed, yet his denial or intercession could put a stop to the whole matter. Cato, at first, had not many that appeared for him; but as soon as his design was known, all the good and distinguished persons of the city quickly came forward to encourage and support him, looking upon him, not as one that desired a favor of them, but one that proposed to do a great favor to his country and all honest men; who had many times refused the same office, when he might have had it without trouble, but now sought it with danger, that he might defend their liberty and their government. It is reported that so great a number flocked about him, that he was like to be stifled amidst the press, and could scarce get through the crowd. He was declared tribune, with several others, among whom was Metellus.
He arrived in the evening and went straight to the forum the next morning, where he started campaigning for the tribuneship against Metellus. The power of this position lies more in controlling others than in actually getting things done; even if everyone except one tribune agrees, that one person's refusal or intervention can stop everything. Cato initially didn't have many supporters, but once his plans became known, all the respected and notable people in the city quickly came forward to back him, seeing him not as someone seeking a favor but as someone who aimed to benefit his country and all honest citizens. He had often turned down the same office when he could have taken it easily, but now he pursued it despite the risks to defend their freedom and governance. It’s said that so many people crowded around him that he could hardly breathe and struggled to push through the throng. He was elected tribune along with several others, including Metellus.
When Cato was chosen into this office, observing that the election of consuls was become a matter of purchase, he sharply rebuked the people for this corruption, and in the conclusion of his speech protested, he would bring to trial whomever he should find giving money, making an exception only in the case of Silanus, on account of their near connection, he having married Servilia, Cato’s sister. He therefore did not prosecute him, but accused Lucius Murena, who had been chosen consul by corrupt means with Silanus. There was a law that the party accused might appoint a person to keep watch upon his accuser, that he might know fairly what means he took in preparing the accusation. He that was set upon Cato by Murena, at first followed and observed him strictly, yet never found him dealing any way unfairly or insidiously, but always generously and candidly going on in the just and open methods of proceeding. And he so admired Cato’s great spirit, and so entirely trusted to his integrity, that meeting him in the forum, or going to his house, he would ask him, if he designed to do anything that day in order to the accusation, and if Cato said no, he went away, relying on his word. When the cause was pleaded, Cicero, who was then consul and defended Murena, took occasion to be extremely witty and jocose, in reference to Cato, upon the stoic philosophers, and their paradoxes, as they call them, and so excited great laughter among the judges; upon which Cato, smiling, said to the standers by, “What a pleasant consul we have, my friends.” Murena was acquitted, and afterwards showed himself a man of no ill feeling or want of sense; for when he was consul, he always took Cato’s advice in the most weighty affairs, and during all the time of his office, paid him much honor and respect. Of which not only Murena’s prudence, but also Cato’s own behavior, was the cause; for though he were terrible and severe as to matters of justice, in the senate, and at the bar, yet after the thing was over, his manner to all men was perfectly friendly and humane.
When Cato was elected to this position, he noticed that the election of consuls had turned into a corrupt practice, so he strongly criticized the people for this wrongdoing. At the end of his speech, he declared that he would put anyone on trial who he found taking bribes, making an exception only for Silanus due to their close relationship—Silanus having married Cato’s sister, Servilia. He therefore did not go after him but accused Lucius Murena, who had been elected consul through dishonest means alongside Silanus. There was a law that allowed the accused to appoint someone to keep an eye on their accuser to ensure they were fairly prepared for the accusation. The person sent by Murena to watch Cato initially followed him closely but never caught Cato acting unfairly or sneakily; instead, he always saw him behaving justly and openly. He admired Cato's strong character so much and trusted his honesty completely that when he bumped into Cato in the forum or visited his home, he would ask if Cato planned to do anything that day regarding the accusation. When Cato replied no, he would leave, trusting Cato's word. During the trial, Cicero, who was consul at the time and defended Murena, took the opportunity to make many witty and humorous remarks about Cato and the Stoic philosophers and their paradoxes, which made the judges laugh a lot. To this, Cato smiled and remarked to those around him, “What a charming consul we have, my friends.” Murena was acquitted and later proved to be neither spiteful nor foolish, as he consistently sought Cato’s advice on significant matters during his time as consul and treated him with great honor and respect. This was due not only to Murena's wisdom but also to Cato’s demeanor; although he was strict and serious about justice in the senate and in court, his attitude toward everyone else was always friendly and humane after the matter was settled.
Before he entered on the office of tribune, he assisted Cicero, at that time consul, in many contests that concerned his office, but most especially in his great and noble acts at the time of Catiline’s conspiracy, which owed their last successful issue to Cato. Catiline had plotted a dreadful and entire subversion of the Roman state by sedition and open war, but being convicted by Cicero, was forced to fly the city. Yet Lentulus and Cethegus remained with several others, to carry on the same plot; and blaming Catiline, as one that wanted courage, and had been timid and petty in his designs, they themselves resolved to set the whole town on fire, and utterly to overthrow the empire, rousing whole nations to revolt and exciting foreign wars. But the design was discovered by Cicero, (as we have written in his life,) and the matter brought before the senate. Silanus, who spoke first, delivered his opinion, that the conspirators ought to suffer the last of punishments, and was therein followed by all who spoke after him; till it came to Caesar, who being an excellent speaker, and looking upon all changes and commotions in the state as materials useful for his own purposes, desired rather to increase than extinguish them; and standing up, he made a very merciful and persuasive speech, that they ought not to suffer death without fair trial according to law, and moved that they might be kept in prison. Thus was the house almost wholly turned by Caesar, apprehending also the anger of the people; insomuch that even Silanus retracted, and said he did not mean to propose death, but imprisonment, for that was the utmost a Roman could suffer. Upon this they were all inclined to the milder and more merciful opinion, when Cato standing up, began at once with great passion and vehemence to reproach Silanus for his change of opinion, and to attack Caesar, who would, he said, ruin the commonwealth by soft words and popular speeches, and was endeavoring to frighten the senate, when he himself ought to fear, and be thankful, if he escaped unpunished or unsuspected, who thus openly and boldly dared to protect the enemies of the state, and while finding no compassion for his own native country, brought, with all its glories, so near to utter ruin, could yet be full of pity for those men, who had better never have been born, and whose death must deliver the commonwealth from bloodshed and destruction. This only of all Cato’s speeches, it is said, was preserved; for Cicero, the consul, had disposed, in various parts of the senate-house, several of the most expert and rapid writers, whom he had taught to make figures comprising numerous words in a few short strokes; as up to that time they had not used those we call short-hand writers, who then, as it is said, established the first example of the art. Thus Cato carried it, and so turned the house again, that it was decreed the conspirators should be put to death.
Before he took on the role of tribune, he helped Cicero, who was consul at the time, in many political battles related to his position, especially during the significant events of Catiline’s conspiracy, which ultimately succeeded thanks to Cato. Catiline had plotted a horrific and complete overthrow of the Roman state through rebellion and open war, but after being exposed by Cicero, he was forced to flee the city. However, Lentulus, Cethegus, and a few others stayed behind to continue with the same plan; they criticized Catiline for lacking courage and being timid in his schemes, and they decided to ignite the city and totally destroy the empire, inciting entire nations to revolt and sparking foreign wars. But Cicero uncovered their plot (as we detailed in his biography), and it was brought before the senate. Silanus, who spoke first, expressed his view that the conspirators deserved the ultimate punishment, and the following senators agreed with him; until it reached Caesar, who was a skilled orator and viewed any instability in the state as a chance for his own gain. He preferred to escalate rather than reduce the chaos, and when he stood up, he delivered a compassionate and convincing speech, arguing that they shouldn’t face death without a fair trial according to the law, and suggested they be kept in prison instead. Consequently, the senate was nearly swayed by Caesar, also fearing the public's wrath; even Silanus backtracked, stating he did not intend to propose death but rather imprisonment, as that was the maximum a Roman could endure. Following this, they leaned towards the more lenient and compassionate viewpoint, when Cato stood up, passionately rebuking Silanus for his reversal and attacking Caesar, whom he accused of jeopardizing the republic with comforting words and appealing speeches. He argued that Caesar should fear for himself and be thankful if he avoided punishment or suspicion, as he openly dared to protect the enemies of the state, and while showing no compassion for his own country, which was nearing total ruin, could still feel pity for those who would be better off never having been born, asserting that their execution would save the republic from bloodshed and destruction. It is said that this was the only one of Cato’s speeches preserved; Cicero, the consul, had arranged for several skilled and fast scribes in various parts of the senate chamber, teaching them to create symbols that captured many words in just a few strokes; until then, shorthand writers were not used, and this moment is said to mark the first example of the art. Thus, Cato succeeded and turned the senate back, leading to the decree that the conspirators should be executed.
Not to omit any small matters that may serve to show Cato’s temper, and add something to the portraiture of his mind, it is reported, that while Caesar and he were in the very heat, and the whole senate regarding them two, a little note was brought in to Caesar, which Cato declared to be suspicious, and urging that some seditious act was going on, bade the letter be read. Upon which Caesar handed the paper to Cato; who discovering it to be a love-letter from his sister Servilia to Caesar, by whom she had been corrupted, threw it to him again, saying, “Take it, drunkard,” and so went on with his discourse. And, indeed, it seems Cato had but ill-fortune in women; for this lady was ill spoken of, for her familiarity with Caesar, and the other Servilia, Cato’s sister also, was yet more ill-conducted; for being married to Lucullus, one of the greatest men in Rome, and having brought him a son, she was afterwards divorced for incontinency. But what was worst of all, Cato’s own wife Atilia was not free from the same fault; and after she had borne him two children, he was forced to put her away for her misconduct. After that he married Marcia, the daughter of Philippus, a woman of good reputation, who yet has occasioned much discourse; and the life of Cato, like a dramatic piece, has this one scene or passage full of perplexity and doubtful meaning.
Not to overlook any details that highlight Cato's temperament and add to his character, it's reported that while he and Caesar were in a heated exchange, with the entire senate watching, a note was brought to Caesar. Cato, suspicious of its contents and believing a seditious plot was unfolding, insisted it be read. Caesar handed the note to Cato, who discovered it was a love letter from his sister Servilia to Caesar, with whom she had been involved. Cato threw it back at Caesar, saying, "Take it, drunkard," and continued his speech. Indeed, Cato seemed to have bad luck with women; Servilia was poorly regarded for her closeness to Caesar, while another Servilia, Cato's sister, had even worse behavior. She was married to Lucullus, one of Rome's most prominent men, and after bearing him a son, she was later divorced for infidelity. What was the worst, Cato's own wife Atilia also shared this flaw; after having two children, he had to divorce her due to her misconduct. He then married Marcia, the daughter of Philippus, a woman with a good reputation, yet she created plenty of gossip. Cato's life, almost like a dramatic story, has this one scene filled with complexity and uncertainty.
It is thus related by Thrasea, who refers to the authority of Munatius, Cato’s friend and constant companion. Among many that loved and admired Cato, some were more remarkable and conspicuous than others. Of these was Quintus Hortensius, a man of high repute and approved virtue, who desired not only to live in friendship and familiarity with Cato, but also to unite his whole house and family with him by some sort or other of alliance in marriage. Therefore he set himself to persuade Cato, that his daughter Porcia, who was already married to Bibulus, and had borne him two children, might nevertheless be given to him, as a fair plot of land, to bear fruit also for him. “For,” said he, “though this in the opinion of men may seem strange, yet in nature it is honest, and profitable for the public, that a woman in the prime of her youth should not lie useless, and lose the fruit of her womb, nor, on the other side, should burden and impoverish one man, by bringing him too many children. Also by this communication of families among worthy men, virtue would increase, and be diffused through their posterity; and the commonwealth would be united and cemented by their alliances.” Yet if Bibulus would not part with his wife altogether, he would restore her as soon as she had brought him a child, whereby he might be united to both their families. Cato answered, that he loved Hortensius very well, and much approved of uniting their houses, but he thought it strange to speak of marrying his daughter, when she was already given to another. Then Hortensius, turning the discourse, did not hesitate to speak openly and ask for Cato’s own wife, for she was young and fruitful, and he had already children enough. Neither can it be thought that Hortensius did this, as imagining Cato did not care for Marcia; for, it is said, she was then with child. Cato, perceiving his earnest desire, did not deny his request, but said that Philippus, the father of Marcia, ought also to be consulted. Philippus, therefore, being sent for, came; and finding they were well agreed, gave his daughter Marcia to Hortensius in the presence of Cato, who himself also assisted at the marriage. This was done at a later time, but since I was speaking of women, I thought it well to mention it now.
It is related by Thrasea, who references the authority of Munatius, Cato’s friend and constant companion. Among the many who loved and admired Cato, some stood out more than others. One of these was Quintus Hortensius, a man of high reputation and proven virtue, who wanted not only to have a close friendship with Cato but also to connect his entire household and family with Cato through some sort of marriage alliance. So, he tried to convince Cato that his daughter Porcia, who was already married to Bibulus and had given him two children, could still be given to him, like a piece of fertile land that could also bear fruit for him. "For," he said, "even if this seems strange to people, it is natural and beneficial for the public that a young woman should not waste her youth without bearing children, nor should a single man be burdened and impoverished with too many kids. By joining families among honorable men, virtue would grow and spread through their descendants; and the state would become unified and strengthened through their alliances." However, if Bibulus wouldn't completely part with his wife, he would restore her as soon as she had a child, allowing him to connect with both families. Cato replied that he had a great affection for Hortensius and was very much in favor of uniting their families, but he found it strange to discuss marrying off his daughter when she was already promised to someone else. Then Hortensius, shifting the conversation, openly asked for Cato’s own wife, since she was young and fertile, and he already had enough children. It's not that Hortensius thought Cato didn't care for Marcia; in fact, it was said she was pregnant at the time. Cato, recognizing his sincere wish, did not refuse him but said that Philippus, Marcia's father, should also be consulted. So, Philippus was summoned, arrived, and finding that they were in agreement, gave his daughter Marcia to Hortensius in Cato's presence, who also attended the marriage ceremony. This happened later on, but since I was discussing women, I thought it was appropriate to mention it now.
Lentulus and the rest of the conspirators were put to death, but Caesar, finding so much insinuated and charged against him in the senate, betook himself to the people, and proceeded to stir up the most corrupt and dissolute elements of the state to form a party in his support. Cato, apprehensive of what might ensue, persuaded the senate to win over the poor and unprovided-for multitude, by a distribution of corn, the annual charge of which amounted to twelve hundred and fifty talents. This act of humanity and kindness unquestionably dissipated the present danger. But Metellus, coming into his office of tribune, began to hold tumultuous assemblies, and had prepared a decree, that Pompey the Great should presently be called into Italy, with all his forces, to preserve the city from the danger of Catiline’s conspiracy. This was the fair pretense; but the true design was, to deliver all into the hands of Pompey, and give him an absolute power. Upon this the senate was assembled, and Cato did not fall sharply upon Metellus, as he often did, but urged his advice in the most reasonable and moderate tone. At last he descended even to entreaty, and extolled the house of Metellus, as having always taken part with the nobility. At this Metellus grew the more insolent, and despising Cato, as if he yielded and were afraid, let himself proceed to the most audacious menaces, openly threatening to do whatever he pleased in spite of the senate. Upon this Cato changed his countenance, his voice, and his language; and after many sharp expressions, boldly concluded, that while he lived, Pompey should never come armed into the city. The senate thought them both extravagant, and not well in their safe senses; for the design of Metellus seemed to be mere rage and frenzy, out of excess of mischief bringing all things to ruin and confusion, and Cato’s virtue looked like a kind of ecstasy of contention in the cause of what was good and just.
Lentulus and the other conspirators were executed, but Caesar, feeling that he faced serious accusations in the senate, turned to the people and began to rally the most corrupt and immoral elements of society to support him. Cato, worried about the potential fallout, convinced the senate to win over the poor and struggling masses by distributing grain, which cost around twelve hundred and fifty talents annually. This act of compassion undoubtedly alleviated the immediate threat. However, Metellus, upon taking office as tribune, started to hold chaotic gatherings and had prepared a decree to summon Pompey the Great back to Italy with all his forces to protect the city from Catiline’s conspiracy. This was the official reason, but the real intent was to hand everything over to Pompey and grant him absolute power. The senate convened, and Cato, instead of harshly confronting Metellus as he usually did, presented his advice in a calm and reasonable manner. Eventually, he even resorted to pleading, praising the house of Metellus for always siding with the elite. This only made Metellus more arrogant, and dismissing Cato as someone who was yielding and afraid, he began to make bold threats, openly stating he would do as he pleased regardless of the senate. In response, Cato changed his demeanor, voice, and words; after delivering several sharp remarks, he defiantly declared that as long as he lived, Pompey would never enter the city armed. The senate viewed both of them as irrational and out of touch with reality; Metellus seemed driven by rage and chaos, while Cato's strong principles appeared almost like an obsession with fighting for what was right and just.
But when the day came for the people to give their voices for the passing this decree, and Metellus beforehand occupied the forum with armed men, strangers, gladiators, and slaves, those that in hopes of change followed Pompey, were known to be no small part of the people, and besides, they had great assistance from Caesar, who was then praetor; and though the best and chiefest men of the city were no less offended at these proceedings than Cato, they seemed rather likely to suffer with him, than able to assist him. In the meantime Cato’s whole family were in extreme fear and apprehension for him; some of his friends neither ate nor slept all the night, passing the whole time in debating and perplexity; his wife and sisters also bewailed and lamented him. But he himself, void of all fear, and full of assurance, comforted and encouraged them by his own words and conversation with them. After supper he went to rest at his usual hour, and was the next day waked out of a profound sleep by Minucius Thermus, one of his colleagues. So soon as he was up, they two went together into the forum, accompanied by very few, but met by a great many, who bade them have a care of themselves. Cato, therefore, when he saw the temple of Castor and Pollux encompassed with armed men, and the steps guarded by gladiators, and at the top Metellus and Caesar seated together, turning to his friends, “Behold,” said he, “this audacious coward, who has levied a regiment of soldiers against one unarmed naked man;” and so he went on with Thermus. Those who kept the passages, gave way to these two only, and would not let anybody else pass. Yet Cato taking Munatius by the hand, with much difficulty pulled him through along with him. Then going directly to Metellus and Caesar, he sat himself down between them, to prevent their talking to one another, at which they were both amazed and confounded. And those of the honest party, observing the countenance, and admiring the high spirit and boldness of Cato, went nearer, and cried out to him to have courage, exhorting also one another to stand together, and not betray their liberty, nor the defender of it.
But when the day arrived for people to vote on the passing of this decree, Metellus had already filled the forum with armed men, outsiders, gladiators, and slaves. Those hopeful for change who followed Pompey made up a significant part of the crowd, and they had strong support from Caesar, who was then the praetor. Although the city's leading and most respected men were just as upset about these actions as Cato was, they seemed more likely to suffer alongside him than to help him. Meanwhile, Cato's entire family was in a state of extreme fear and anxiety for his safety; some of his friends couldn’t eat or sleep all night, spending the time in deep debate and confusion, while his wife and sisters mourned for him. Yet, Cato himself, completely unafraid and confident, reassured and buoyed them with his words and conversation. After dinner, he went to bed at his usual time, and the next day he was awakened from a deep sleep by Minucius Thermus, one of his colleagues. Once he was up, the two of them headed to the forum, with very few people accompanying them, but they were met by many who warned them to be careful. When Cato saw the temple of Castor and Pollux surrounded by armed men, with gladiators guarding the steps, and Metellus and Caesar sitting together at the top, he turned to his friends and said, “Look at this brazen coward who has gathered a troop of soldiers against one unarmed man.” He then continued on with Thermus. Those controlling the entrances only allowed the two of them to pass through, blocking everyone else. Still, with great effort, Cato took Munatius by the hand and pulled him along with him. He then went straight to Metellus and Caesar, sitting down between them to prevent them from communicating, which left both of them astonished and confused. Observing his demeanor and admiring Cato's boldness and spirit, the members of the honest faction moved closer, urging him to be brave, and encouraging each other to stand united, not to betray their freedom, nor the man defending it.
Then the clerk took out the bill, but Cato forbade him to read it, whereupon Metellus took it, and would have read it himself, but Cato snatched away the book. Yet Metellus having the decree by heart, began to recite it without book; but Thermus put his hand to his mouth, and stopped his speech. Metellus seeing them fully bent to withstand him, and the people cowed, and inclining to the better side, sent to his house for armed men. And on their rushing in with great noise and terror, all the rest dispersed and ran away, except Cato, who alone stood still, while the other party threw sticks and stones at him from above, until Murena, whom he had formerly accused, came up to protect him, and holding his gown before him, cried out to them to leave off throwing; and, in fine, persuading and pulling him along, he forced him into the temple of Castor and Pollux. Metellus now seeing the place clear, and all the adverse party fled out of the forum, thought he might easily carry his point; so he commanded the soldiers to retire, and recommencing in an orderly manner, began to proceed to passing the decree. But the other side having recovered themselves, returned very boldly, and with loud shouting, insomuch that Metellus’s adherents were seized with a panic, supposing them to be coming with a reinforcement of armed men, and fled every one out of the place. They being thus dispersed, Cato came in again, and confirmed the courage, and commended the resolution of the people; so that now the majority were, by all means, for deposing Metellus from his office. The senate also being assembled, gave orders once more for supporting Cato, and resisting the motion, as of a nature to excite sedition and perhaps civil war in the city.
Then the clerk took out the bill, but Cato stopped him from reading it. Metellus took it instead and tried to read it himself, but Cato grabbed the book away. Even though Metellus knew the decree by heart, he started to recite it without looking at the book; however, Thermus covered his mouth and silenced him. When Metellus saw their determination to oppose him and noticed the people intimidated and leaning toward the right side, he sent for armed men from his house. When they burst in with loud noise and fear, everyone else scattered and ran away, except for Cato, who stood firm while the opposing party threw sticks and stones at him from above. Then Murena, whom Cato had previously accused, came up to protect him, holding his gown in front and shouting for them to stop throwing. Eventually, he persuaded Cato and pulled him along, forcing him into the temple of Castor and Pollux. Now, with the area clear and the opposing side having fled the forum, Metellus thought he could easily push his agenda, so he ordered the soldiers to retreat and, resuming in an orderly fashion, began to move forward with passing the decree. But the other side, having regrouped, confidently returned with loud shouts, causing Metellus’s supporters to panic, thinking they were bringing reinforcements of armed men, and they all fled the scene. With them dispersed, Cato re-entered, boosting the courage and praising the resolve of the people, so now the majority was determined to remove Metellus from his position. The senate also gathered and once again ordered support for Cato, resisting the motion as it could lead to unrest and possibly civil war in the city.
But Metellus continued still very bold and resolute; and seeing his party stood greatly in fear of Cato, whom they looked upon as invincible, he hurried out of the senate into the forum, and assembled the people, to whom he made a bitter and invidious speech against Cato, crying out, he was forced to fly from his tyranny, and this conspiracy against Pompey; that the city would soon repent their having dishonored so great a man. And from hence he started to go to Asia, with the intention, as would be supposed, of laying before Pompey all the injuries that were done him. Cato was highly extolled for having delivered the state from this dangerous tribuneship, and having in some measure defeated, in the person of Metellus, the power of Pompey; but he was yet more commended when, upon the senate proceeding to disgrace Metellus and depose him from his office, he altogether opposed and at length diverted the design. The common people admired his moderation and humanity, in not trampling wantonly on an enemy whom he had overthrown, and wiser men acknowledged his prudence and policy, in not exasperating Pompey.
But Metellus remained bold and determined; seeing that his supporters were greatly afraid of Cato, whom they viewed as unbeatable, he rushed out of the senate into the forum and gathered the people, giving a harsh and resentful speech against Cato. He shouted that he was forced to flee from Cato's tyranny and this conspiracy against Pompey, claiming the city would soon regret dishonoring such a great man. After that, he headed to Asia, supposedly to inform Pompey of all the wrongs done to him. Cato was highly praised for saving the state from this dangerous tribuneship and for, in a way, weakening Pompey's power through Metellus. However, he received even more commendation when, as the senate sought to disgrace Metellus and remove him from office, he completely opposed and ultimately thwarted that plan. The general public admired his restraint and compassion for not needlessly attacking an enemy he had defeated, while wiser individuals acknowledged his intelligence and strategy in not provoking Pompey.
Lucullus soon after returned from the war in Asia, the finishing of which, and thereby the glory of the whole, was thus, in all appearance, taken out of his hands by Pompey. And he was also not far from losing his triumph, for Caius Memmius traduced him to the people, and threatened to accuse him; rather, however, out of love to Pompey, than for any particular enmity to him. But Cato, being allied to Lucullus, who had married his sister Servilia, and also thinking it a great injustice, opposed Memmius, thereby exposing himself to much slander and misrepresentation, insomuch that they would have turned him out of his office, pretending that he used his power tyrannically. Yet at length Cato so far prevailed against Memmius, that he was forced to let fall the accusations, and abandon the contest. And Lucullus having thus obtained his triumph, yet more sedulously cultivated Cato’s friendship, which he looked upon as a great guard and defense for him against Pompey’s power.
Lucullus soon returned from the war in Asia, which Pompey seemingly took credit for, overshadowing Lucullus's achievements. He was close to losing his triumph because Caius Memmius was slandering him and threatening to accuse him, motivated more by his loyalty to Pompey than any real grudge against Lucullus. However, Cato, who was related to Lucullus through his sister Servilia, believed this was unfair and stood against Memmius. This put Cato at risk of slander and attacks, with some trying to oust him from his position, claiming he abused his power. Nonetheless, Cato eventually gained the upper hand over Memmius, forcing him to drop the accusations and back down. After securing his triumph, Lucullus put even more effort into maintaining his friendship with Cato, seeing it as a strong defense against Pompey's influence.
And now Pompey also returning with glory from the war, and confiding in the good-will of the people, shown in their splendid reception of him, thought he should be denied nothing, and sent therefore to the senate to put off the assembly for the election of consuls, till he could be present to assist Piso, who stood for that office. To this most of the senators were disposed to yield; Cato, only, not so much thinking that this delay would be of great importance, but, desiring to cut down at once Pompey’s high expectations and designs, withstood his request, and so overruled the senate, that it was carried against him. And this not a little disturbed Pompey, who found he should very often fail in his projects, unless he could bring over Cato to his interest. He sent, therefore, for Munatius, his friend; and Cato having two nieces that were marriageable, he offered to marry the eldest himself, and take the youngest for his son. Some say they were not his nieces, but his daughters. Munatius proposed the matter to Cato, in presence of his wife and sisters; the women were full of joy at the prospect of an alliance with so great and important a person. But Cato, without delay or balancing, forming his decision at once, answered, “Go, Munatius, go and tell Pompey, that Cato is not assailable on the side of the women’s chamber; I am grateful indeed for the intended kindness, and so long as his actions are upright, I promise him a friendship more sure than any marriage alliance, but I will not give hostages to Pompey’s glory, against my country’s safety.” This answer was very much against the wishes of the women, and to all his friends it seemed somewhat harsh and haughty. But afterwards, when Pompey, endeavoring to get the consulship for one of his friends, gave pay to the people for their votes, and the bribery was notorious, the money being counted out in Pompey’s own gardens, Cato then said to the women, they must necessarily have been concerned in the contamination of these misdeeds of Pompey, if they had been allied to his family; and they acknowledged that he did best in refusing it. Yet if we may judge by the event, Cato was much to blame in rejecting that alliance, which thereby fell to Caesar. And then that match was made, which, uniting his and Pompey’s power, had well-nigh ruined the Roman empire, and did destroy the commonwealth. Nothing of which perhaps had come to pass, but that Cato was too apprehensive of Pompey’s least faults, and did not consider how he forced him into conferring on another man the opportunity of committing the greatest.
And now Pompey was returning with glory from the war, confident in the people's goodwill, evident from their warm welcome, and thought he should be denied nothing. He sent a message to the senate to postpone the meeting for the election of consuls until he could be there to support Piso, who was running for that office. Most senators were inclined to agree; only Cato, not thinking that this delay would be very significant but wanting to curb Pompey’s high hopes and plans, opposed his request, and thus the senate voted against him. This notably upset Pompey, as he realized he would often struggle with his plans unless he could win Cato over to his side. Therefore, he called for Munatius, his friend; and since Cato had two nieces who could marry, he offered to marry the eldest and take the youngest for his son. Some say they were not his nieces, but his daughters. Munatius brought the proposal to Cato in front of his wife and sisters; the women were thrilled at the thought of an alliance with such an important figure. However, Cato, without hesitation or indecision, quickly replied, “Go, Munatius, and tell Pompey that Cato cannot be approached through the women’s chamber. I truly appreciate the kindness, and as long as his actions are honorable, I promise him a friendship that is more dependable than any marriage alliance, but I won’t give Pompey any leverage over my country’s safety.” This response went against the wishes of the women, and to all his friends, it seemed somewhat harsh and arrogant. Yet later, when Pompey, trying to secure the consulship for a friend, paid the people for their votes, with the bribery becoming well-known and the money counted out in Pompey’s own gardens, Cato told the women that they would have been implicated in these corrupt actions of Pompey if they had been connected to his family; they acknowledged he did well to refuse. However, judging by the outcome, Cato was quite wrong to reject that alliance, which ultimately fell to Caesar. This union, combining his and Pompey’s power, nearly destroyed the Roman empire and did ruin the commonwealth. Perhaps none of this would have happened if Cato hadn’t been so wary of Pompey’s minor faults and had considered how he inadvertently gave another man the chance to commit the greatest ones.
These things, however, were yet to come. Lucullus, meantime, and Pompey, had a great dispute concerning their orders and arrangements in Pontus, each endeavoring that his own ordinances might stand. Cato took part with Lucullus, who was manifestly suffering wrong; and Pompey, finding himself the weaker in the senate, had recourse to the people, and to gain votes, he proposed a law for dividing the lands among the soldiers. Cato opposing him in this also, made the bill be rejected. Upon this he joined himself with Clodius, at that time the most violent of all the demagogues; and entered also into friendship with Caesar, upon an occasion of which also Cato was the cause. For Caesar returning from his government in Spain, at the same time sued to be chosen consul, and yet desired not to lose his triumph. Now the law requiring that those who stood for any office should be present, and yet that whoever expected a triumph should continue without the walls, Caesar requested the senate, that his friends might be permitted to canvass for him in his absence. Many of the senators were willing to consent to it, but Cato opposed it, and perceiving them inclined to favor Caesar, spent the whole day in speaking, and so prevented the senate from coming to any conclusion. Caesar, therefore, resolving to let fall his pretensions to the triumph, came into the town, and immediately made a friendship with Pompey, and stood for the consulship. And so soon as he was declared consul elect, he married his daughter Julia to Pompey. And having thus combined themselves together against the commonwealth, the one proposed laws for dividing the lands among the poor people, and the other was present to support the proposals Lucullus, Cicero, and their friends, joined with Bibulus, the other consul, to hinder their passing, and, foremost of them all, Cato, who already looked upon the friendship and alliance of Pompey and Caesar as very dangerous, and declared he did not so much dislike the advantage the people should get by this division of the lands, as he feared the reward these men would gain, by thus courting and cozening the people. And in this he gained over the senate to his opinion, as likewise many who were not senators, who were offended at Caesar’s ill conduct, that he, in the office of consul, should thus basely and dishonorably flatter the people; practicing, to win their favor, the same means that were wont to be used only by the most rash and rebellious tribunes. Caesar, therefore, and his party, fearing they should not carry it by fair dealing, fell to open force. First a basket of dung was thrown upon Bibulus as he was going to the forum; then they set upon his lictors and broke their rods; at length several darts were thrown, and many men wounded; so that all that were against those laws, fled out of the forum, the rest with what haste they could, and Cato, last of all, walking out slowly, often turning back and calling down vengeance upon them.
These things, however, were yet to come. Meanwhile, Lucullus and Pompey were in a heated dispute over their orders and arrangements in Pontus, each trying to make sure his own decisions were upheld. Cato sided with Lucullus, who was clearly being treated unfairly; and Pompey, realizing he was outnumbered in the Senate, turned to the people for support. To gain votes, he proposed a law to divide the lands among the soldiers. Cato also opposed this, leading to the bill being rejected. Following this, he teamed up with Clodius, who was at that time the most aggressive of the demagogues, and also formed an alliance with Caesar, which was once again instigated by Cato. When Caesar returned from his governorship in Spain, he sought to be elected consul but also wanted to keep his triumph. The law required that anyone running for an office be present, while those expecting a triumph had to stay outside the city walls. Caesar asked the Senate if his friends could campaign for him while he was absent. Many senators agreed, but Cato opposed it and, noticing their support for Caesar, spoke all day to prevent the Senate from making any decision. Therefore, Caesar, deciding to abandon his triumph claim, came into the city and immediately allied with Pompey, running for consulship. As soon as he was declared consul-elect, he married his daughter Julia to Pompey. United against the commonwealth, Pompey proposed laws to divide the lands among the poor, and Caesar was there to back up the proposal. Lucullus, Cicero, and their allies teamed up with Bibulus, the other consul, to block the laws from passing, led by Cato, who viewed the alliance between Pompey and Caesar as a significant threat. He stated that his concern wasn't so much about the benefits the people would gain from land division but rather the rewards these men would reap from manipulating the public. By doing this, he won support in the Senate as well as from many non-senators who were upset with Caesar’s misconduct, believing that as consul, he shouldn't stoop to such base tactics to win the people over, using methods only ever seen from the most reckless and rebellious tribunes. Consequently, Caesar and his supporters, worried they wouldn’t succeed through fair means, resorted to open violence. First, a basket of dung was thrown at Bibulus as he headed to the forum; then they attacked his lictors and broke their rods; eventually, several darts were thrown, injuring many people, causing all who opposed the laws to flee the forum in panic, while the rest hurried away. Cato, last to leave, walked slowly, often turning back to curse them.
Thus the other party not only carried their point of dividing the lands, but also ordained, that all the senate should swear to confirm this law, and to defend it against whoever should attempt to alter it, indicting great penalties on those that should refuse the oath. All the senators seeing the necessity they were in, took the oath, remembering the example of Metellus in old time, who refusing to swear upon the like occasion, was forced to leave Italy. As for Cato, his wife and children with tears besought him, his friends and familiars persuaded and entreated him, to yield and take the oath; but he that principally prevailed with him was Cicero, the orator, who urged upon him that it was perhaps not even right in itself, that a private man should oppose what the public had decreed; that the thing being already past altering, it were folly and madness to throw himself into danger, without the chance of doing his country any good; it would be the greatest of all evils, to embrace, as it were, the opportunity to abandon the commonwealth, for whose sake he did everything, and to let it fall into the hands of those who designed nothing but its ruin, as if he were glad to be saved from the trouble of defending it. “For,” said he, “though Cato have no need of Rome, yet Rome has need of Cato, and so likewise have all his friends.” Of whom Cicero professed he himself was the chief, being; at that time aimed at by Clodius, who openly threatened to fall upon him, as soon as ever he should get to be tribune. Thus Cato, they say, moved by the entreaties and the arguments of his friends, went unwillingly to take the oath, which he did the last of all, except only Favonius, one of his intimate acquaintance.
Thus, the other side not only succeeded in dividing the lands but also mandated that all senators had to swear to uphold this law and defend it against anyone who tried to change it, imposing harsh penalties on those who refused the oath. Realizing the seriousness of the situation, all the senators took the oath, recalling the example of Metellus, who had refused to swear in a similar circumstance and was forced to leave Italy. As for Cato, his wife and children begged him in tears, and his friends and acquaintances urged him to give in and take the oath. But the one who influenced him the most was Cicero, the orator, who argued that it might not even be right for a private individual to oppose what the public had decided; that since the matter was already settled, it would be foolish and reckless to put himself in danger without the chance of benefiting his country. He said it would be the greatest evil to seize the opportunity to abandon the republic, for which he did everything, and allow it to fall into the hands of those who only sought to destroy it, as if he was happy to escape the trouble of defending it. “For,” he said, “even if Cato has no need of Rome, Rome needs Cato, and so do all his friends.” Cicero claimed to be the most important of these friends, as he was then being targeted by Clodius, who openly threatened to attack him as soon as he became tribune. Thus, it is said that Cato, moved by the pleas and arguments of his friends, reluctantly went to take the oath, which he did last, except for Favonius, one of his close acquaintances.
Caesar, exalted with this success, proposed another law, for dividing almost all the country of Campania among the poor and needy citizens. Nobody durst speak against it but Cato, whom Caesar therefore pulled from the rostra, and dragged to prison: yet Cato did not even thus remit his freedom of speech, but as he went along, continued to speak against the law, and advised the people to put down all legislators who proposed the like. The senate and the best of the citizens followed him with sad and dejected looks, showing their grief and indignation by their silence, so that Caesar could not be ignorant how much they were offended; but for contention’s sake, he still persisted, expecting Cato should either supplicate him, or make an appeal. But when he saw that he did not so much as think of doing either, ashamed of what he was doing and of what people thought of it, he himself privately bade one of the tribunes interpose and procure his release. However, having won the multitude by these laws and gratifications, they decreed that Caesar should have the government of Illyricum, and all Gaul, with an army of four legions, for the space of five years, though Cato still cried out they were, by their own vote, placing a tyrant in their citadel. Publius Clodius, who illegally of a patrician became a plebeian, was declared tribune of the people, as he had promised to do all things according to their pleasure, on condition he might banish Cicero. And for consuls, they set up Calpurnius Piso, the father of Caesar’s wife, and Aulus Gabinius, one of Pompey’s creatures, as they tell us, who best knew his life and manners.
Caesar, thrilled with this victory, suggested a new law to distribute almost all the land in Campania to the poor and needy citizens. The only person brave enough to oppose it was Cato, whom Caesar then pulled from the platform and dragged off to prison. Even then, Cato didn't hold back on his freedom of speech; as he was being taken away, he kept speaking out against the law and urged the people to reject any lawmakers who proposed similar ideas. The Senate and the more honorable citizens looked on with sad and dejected faces, showing their sorrow and anger through their silence, making it clear to Caesar just how upset they were. But for the sake of argument, he continued pushing forward, hoping Cato would either plead with him or make an appeal. However, when he realized that Cato wasn’t even considering either option, feeling ashamed of his actions and how people viewed them, he privately instructed one of the tribunes to step in and secure Cato’s release. Still, having won over the crowd with these laws and benefits, they decided that Caesar would govern Illyricum and all of Gaul, commanding an army of four legions, for five years, although Cato continued to shout that they were, by their own decision, installing a tyrant in their midst. Publius Clodius, who had inappropriately shifted from being a patrician to a plebeian, was named tribune of the people, having promised to do everything as they wished as long as he could exile Cicero. For the consuls, they chose Calpurnius Piso, who was Caesar's father-in-law, and Aulus Gabinius, one of Pompey’s associates, known for being well-acquainted with his life and character.
Yet when they had thus firmly established all things, having mastered one part of the city by favor, and the other by fear, they themselves were still afraid of Cato, and remembered with vexation what pains and trouble their success over him had cost them, and indeed what shame and disgrace, when at last they were driven to use violence to him. This made Clodius despair of driving Cicero out of Italy while Cato stayed at home. Therefore, having first laid his design, as soon as he came into his office, he sent for Cato, and told him, that he looked upon him as the most incorrupt of all the Romans, and was ready to show he did so. “For whereas,” said he, “many have applied to be sent to Cyprus on the commission in the case of Ptolemy, and have solicited to have the appointment, I think you alone are deserving of it, and I desire to give you the favor of the appointment.” Cato at once cried out, it was a mere design upon him, and no favor, but an injury. Then Clodius proudly and fiercely answered, “If you will not take it as a kindness, you shall go, though never so unwillingly;” and immediately going into the assembly of the people, he made them pass a decree, that Cato should be sent to Cyprus. But they ordered him neither ship, nor soldier, nor any attendant, except two secretaries; one of whom was a thief and a rascal, and the other a retainer to Clodius. Besides, as if Cyprus and Ptolemy were not work sufficient, he was ordered also to restore the refugees of Byzantium. For Clodius was resolved to keep him far enough off, whilst himself continued tribune.
Yet when they had firmly established everything, controlling one part of the city through favors and the other through fear, they were still afraid of Cato. They recalled with frustration the effort and trouble their success over him had cost them, along with the shame and disgrace they felt when they were eventually forced to resort to violence against him. This made Clodius lose hope of driving Cicero out of Italy as long as Cato was around. So, having made his plan, as soon as he took office, he called for Cato and told him that he saw him as the most incorruptible of all the Romans and was ready to prove it. “Because,” he said, “while many have sought to be sent to Cyprus for the Ptolemy case and have lobbied for the position, I believe you alone deserve it, and I want to give you this favor.” Cato immediately shouted that it was just a trap, not a favor, but an insult. Then Clodius responded proudly and aggressively, “If you won’t accept it as a kindness, you’ll go regardless of your unwillingness;” and he swiftly went to the assembly of the people and had them pass a decree that Cato should be sent to Cyprus. However, they did not provide him with a ship, soldiers, or any attendants, except for two secretaries—one of whom was a thief and a dishonest person, and the other loyal to Clodius. Additionally, as if handling Cyprus and Ptolemy were not enough work, he was also ordered to assist the refugees from Byzantium. Clodius was determined to keep Cato far away while he remained tribune.
Cato being in this necessity of going away, advised Cicero, who was next to be set upon, to make no resistance, lest he should throw the state into civil war and confusion, but to give way to the times, and thus become once more the preserver of his country. He himself sent forward Canidius, one of his friends, to Cyprus, to persuade Ptolemy to yield, without being forced; which if he did, he should want neither riches nor honor, for the Romans would give him the priesthood of the goddess at Paphos. He himself stayed at Rhodes, making some preparations, and expecting an answer from Cyprus. In the meantime, Ptolemy, king of Egypt, who had left Alexandria, upon some quarrel between him and his subjects, and was sailing for Rome, in hopes that Pompey and Caesar would send troops to restore him, in his way thither desired to see Cato, to whom he sent, supposing he would come to him. Cato had taken purging medicine at the time when the messenger came, and made answer, that Ptolemy had better come to him, if he thought fit. And when he came, he neither went forward to meet him, nor so much as rose up to him, but saluting him as an ordinary person, bade him sit down. This at once threw Ptolemy into some confusion, who was surprised to see such stern and haughty manners in one who made so plain and unpretending an appearance; but afterwards, when he began to talk about his affairs, he was no less astonished at the wisdom and freedom of his discourse. For Cato blamed his conduct, and pointed out to him what honor and happiness he was abandoning, and what humiliations and troubles he would run himself into; what bribery he must resort to and what cupidity he would have to satisfy, when he came to the leading men at Rome, whom all Egypt turned into silver would scarcely content. He therefore advised him to return home, and be reconciled to his subjects, offering to go along with him, and assist him in composing the differences. And by this language Ptolemy being brought to himself, as it might be out of a fit of madness or delirium and discerning the truth and wisdom of what Cato said, resolved to follow his advice; but he was again over-persuaded by his friends to the contrary, and so, according to his first design, went to Rome. When he came there, and was forced to wait at the gate of one of the magistrates, he began to lament his folly, in having rejected, rather, as it seemed to him, the oracle of a god, than the advice merely of a good and wise man.
Cato, faced with the need to leave, advised Cicero, who was next in line to be attacked, to not resist. He warned that resistance could plunge the state into civil war and chaos, so he suggested Cicero go along with the times and become a protector of his country once again. Cato sent his friend Canidius ahead to Cyprus to convince Ptolemy to surrender voluntarily. If Ptolemy did surrender, he wouldn't lack wealth or honor, as the Romans would grant him the priesthood of the goddess at Paphos. Cato stayed in Rhodes, making some preparations and awaiting a response from Cyprus. Meanwhile, Ptolemy, the king of Egypt, had left Alexandria due to a conflict with his subjects and was sailing to Rome, hoping that Pompey and Caesar would send troops to restore him. On his way, he wanted to meet Cato and sent a message, assuming Cato would visit him. At that time, Cato was taking purging medicine and replied that Ptolemy should come to him if he preferred. When Ptolemy arrived, Cato neither went to greet him nor stood up but welcomed him casually and told him to sit down. This behavior startled Ptolemy, who was taken aback by Cato's stern demeanor despite his unassuming appearance. However, when they began discussing Ptolemy's situation, he was equally impressed by Cato's wise and candid remarks. Cato criticized Ptolemy's actions, highlighting the honor and happiness he was forsaking and the humiliations and troubles he would face. He pointed out how much bribery he would have to engage in and the greed he would have to satisfy to appease the leading figures in Rome, whom even all of Egypt's wealth would hardly satisfy. Therefore, he advised Ptolemy to return home and reconcile with his subjects, offering to accompany him and help resolve their differences. This conversation helped Ptolemy regain his senses, as if he were coming out of madness, and he recognized the truth in Cato's words. He decided to follow Cato’s advice, but ultimately his friends convinced him otherwise, and he went to Rome as originally planned. Once there, waiting at the gate of one of the magistrates, he began to regret his foolishness in dismissing Cato’s insights, which he saw as more divine than simply the counsel of a wise man.
In the meantime, the other Ptolemy, in Cyprus, very luckily for Cato, poisoned himself. It was reported he had left great riches; therefore Cato designing to go first to Byzantium, sent his nephew Brutus to Cyprus, as he would not wholly trust Canidius. Then, having reconciled the refugees and the people of Byzantium, he left the city in peace and quietness; and so sailed to Cyprus, where he found a royal treasure of plate, tables, precious stones and purple, all which was to be turned into ready money. And being determined to do everything with the greatest exactness, and to raise the price of everything to the utmost, to this end he was always present at selling the things, and went carefully into all the accounts. Nor would he trust to the usual customs of the market, but looked doubtfully upon all alike, the officers, criers, purchasers, and even his own friends; and so in fine he himself talked with the buyers, and urged them to bid high, and conducted in this manner the greatest part of the sales.
In the meantime, the other Ptolemy in Cyprus, quite fortunately for Cato, poisoned himself. Reports said he had left behind great wealth; so, Cato planned to first go to Byzantium and sent his nephew Brutus to Cyprus, as he didn’t fully trust Canidius. After reconciling the refugees and the people of Byzantium, he left the city peaceful and quiet; then he sailed to Cyprus, where he discovered a royal treasure of silverware, tables, precious stones, and purple dye, all of which could be converted into cash. Determined to handle everything with utmost precision and to maximize the value of everything, he personally oversaw the sales and carefully examined all the accounts. He didn’t rely on the usual market customs but viewed everyone with suspicion, including the officials, auctioneers, buyers, and even his own friends; ultimately, he had direct conversations with the buyers, encouraging them to bid high, and managed most of the sales in this way.
This mistrustfulness offended others of his friends, and, in particular, Munatius, the most intimate of them all, became almost irreconcilable. And this afforded Caesar the subject of his severest censures in the book he wrote against Cato. Yet Munatius himself relates, that the quarrel was not so much occasioned by Cato’s mistrust, as by his neglect of him, and by his own jealousy of Canidius. For Munatius also wrote a book concerning Cato, which is the chief authority followed by Thrasea. Munatius says, that coming to Cyprus after the other, and having a very poor lodging provided for him, he went to Cato’s house, but was not admitted, because he was engaged in private with Canidius; of which he afterwards complained in very gentle terms to Cato, but received a very harsh answer, that too much love, according to Theophrastus, often causes hatred; “and you,” he said, “because you bear me much love, think you receive too little honor, and presently grow angry. I employ Canidius on account of his industry and his fidelity; he has been with me from the first, and I have found him to be trusted.” These things were said in private between them two; but Cato afterwards told Canidius what had passed; on being informed of which, Munatius would no more go to sup with him, and when he was invited to give his counsel, refused to come. Then Cato threatened to seize his goods, as was the custom in the case of those who were disobedient; but Munatius not regarding his threats, returned to Rome, and continued a long time thus discontented. But afterwards, when Cato was come back also, Marcia, who as yet lived with him, contrived to have them both invited to sup together at the house of one Barca; Cato came in last of all, when the rest were laid down, and asked, where he should be. Barca answered him, where he pleased; then looking about, he said, he would be near Munatius, and went and placed himself next to him; yet he showed him no other mark of kindness, all the time they were at table together. But another time, at the entreaty of Marcia, Cato wrote to Munatius, that he desired to speak with him. Munatius went to his house in the morning, and was kept by Marcia till all the company was gone; then Cato came, threw both his arms about him, and embraced him very kindly, and they were reconciled. I have the more fully related this passage, for that I think the manners and tempers of men are more clearly discovered by things of this nature, than by great and conspicuous actions.
This mistrust upset some of his friends, particularly Munatius, the closest among them, who became nearly impossible to reconcile with. This gave Caesar grounds for his harsh criticisms in the book he wrote against Cato. However, Munatius himself explains that the argument wasn't so much about Cato's mistrust as it was about Cato neglecting him and Munatius feeling jealous of Canidius. Munatius also authored a book about Cato, which serves as the main reference used by Thrasea. He recounts that when he arrived in Cyprus after the others and found himself in a very poor lodging, he went to Cato’s house but was turned away because Cato was preoccupied with Canidius. He later expressed his disappointment to Cato, but received a very curt response: too much love, according to Theophrastus, can often lead to hatred. "You," he said, "because you care for me too much, feel you deserve more respect and quickly become angry. I rely on Canidius for his hard work and loyalty; he has been with me from the beginning, and I trust him." These comments were made privately between the two, but Cato later shared what had happened with Canidius. Once Munatius learned of this, he refused to join Cato for dinner and rejected his invitation for advice. Cato then threatened to confiscate Munatius's property, as was customary for those who disobeyed, but Munatius ignored the threats and returned to Rome, remaining unhappy for a long time. Later, when Cato returned, Marcia, who was still with him, arranged for them both to be invited to dinner at Barca's house. Cato arrived last, when everyone else was already seated, and asked where he should sit. Barca told him he could sit wherever he liked, so Cato looked around, decided to sit near Munatius, and took his place next to him without showing any other signs of friendliness during the meal. At another time, at Marcia’s request, Cato wrote to Munatius, expressing his desire to talk. Munatius visited Cato's house in the morning and was kept by Marcia until all the guests had left. Then Cato arrived, wrapped his arms around him, embraced him warmly, and they reconciled. I've elaborated on this situation because I believe that people's behaviors and personalities are revealed more clearly through these kinds of interactions than through grand and obvious deeds.
Cato got together little less than seven thousand talents of silver; but apprehensive of what might happen in so long a voyage by sea, he provided a great many coffers, that held two talents and five hundred drachmas apiece; to each of these he fastened a long rope, and to the other end of the rope a piece of cork, so that if the ship should miscarry, it might be discovered thereabout the chests lay under water. Thus all the money, except a very little, was safely transported. But he had made two books, in which all the accounts of his commission were carefully written out, and neither of these was preserved. For his freedman Philargyrus, who had the charge of one of them, setting sail from Cenchreae was lost, together with the ship and all her freight. And the other Cato himself kept safe, till he came to Corcyra, but there he set up his tent in the market-place, and the sailors being very cold in the night, made a great many fires, some of which caught the tents, so that they were burnt, and the book lost. And though he had brought with him several of Ptolemy’s stewards, who could testify to his integrity, and stop the mouths of enemies and false accusers, yet the loss annoyed him, and he was vexed with himself about the matter, as he had designed them not so much for a proof of his own fidelity, as for a pattern of exactness to others.
Cato collected just under seven thousand talents of silver; however, worried about the risks of such a long sea journey, he packed several chests, each holding two talents and five hundred drachmas. He attached a long rope to each chest, with cork on the other end, so that if the ship sank, it would be easier to find the submerged chests. As a result, most of the money was safely transported. He had also created two books that detailed all the accounts of his commission, but neither was saved. His freedman Philargyrus, who was responsible for one of them, lost it when his ship sank after departing from Cenchreae, taking all its cargo with it. Cato kept the other book safe until he reached Corcyra, where he pitched his tent in the market square. To stay warm during a chilly night, the sailors lit many fires, some of which caught the tents on fire, resulting in the loss of the book. Although he had brought several stewards from Ptolemy who could vouch for his integrity and silence his critics, the loss still troubled him. He was frustrated with himself over this, as he intended the books not just to prove his own honesty but also to serve as an example of precision for others.
The news did not fail to reach Rome, that he was coming up the river. All the magistrates, the priests, and the whole senate, with great part of the people, went out to meet him; both the banks of the Tiber were covered with people; so that his entrance was in solemnity and honor not inferior to a triumph. But it was thought somewhat strange, and looked like willfulness and pride, that when the consuls and praetors appeared, he did not disembark, nor stay to salute them, but rowed up the stream in a royal galley of six banks of oars, and stopped not till he brought his vessels to the dock. However, when the money was carried through the streets, the people much wondered at the vast quantity of it, and the senate being assembled, decreed him in honorable terms an extraordinary praetorship, and also the privilege of appearing at the public spectacles in a robe faced with purple. Cato declined all these honors, but declaring what diligence and fidelity he had found in Nicias, the steward of Ptolemy, he requested the senate to give him his freedom.
The news quickly reached Rome that he was traveling up the river. All the officials, the priests, and much of the senate, along with a large crowd of citizens, came out to greet him; both sides of the Tiber were filled with people, making his arrival as grand and celebrated as a triumph. However, it seemed a bit odd and came across as arrogance that when the consuls and praetors showed up, he didn’t disembark or pay his respects but continued upstream in a grand galley with six rows of oars, not stopping until he docked his vessels. Nonetheless, when the money was paraded through the streets, the public was astonished by its enormous amount, and when the senate gathered, they honored him with an extraordinary praetorship and granted him the right to appear at public events in a purple-trimmed robe. Cato rejected all these honors but, noting the hard work and loyalty he had seen from Nicias, Ptolemy’s steward, asked the senate to grant him his freedom.
Philippus, the father of Marcia, was that year consul, and the authority and power of the office rested in a manner in Cato; for the other consul paid him no less regard for his virtue’s sake, than Philippus did on account of the connection between them. And Cicero now being returned from his banishment, into which he was driven by Clodius, and having again obtained great credit among the people, went, in the absence of Clodius, and by force took away the records of his tribuneship, which had been laid up in the capitol. Hereupon the senate was assembled, and Clodius complained of Cicero, who answered, that Clodius was never legally tribune, and therefore whatever he had done, was void, and of no authority. But Cato interrupted him while he spoke, and at last standing up said, that indeed he in no way justified or approved of Clodius’s proceedings; but if they questioned the validity of what had been done in his tribuneship, they might also question what himself had done at Cyprus, for the expedition was unlawful, if he that sent him had no lawful authority: for himself, he thought Clodius wee legally made tribune, who, by permission of the law, was from a patrician adopted into a plebeian family; if he had done ill in his office, he ought to be called to account for it; but the authority of the magistracy ought not to suffer for the faults of the magistrate. Cicero took this ill, and for a long time discontinued his friendship with Cato; but they were afterwards reconciled.
Philippus, the father of Marcia, was consul that year, and the authority and power of the office largely rested with Cato; the other consul showed him as much respect for his virtue as Philippus did because of their connection. After Cicero returned from his exile, which was forced by Clodius, and regained significant support among the people, he went, in Clodius’s absence, and forcibly took the records of Clodius's time as tribune that had been stored in the Capitol. The senate was then convened, and Clodius complained about Cicero, who responded that Clodius was never a legally appointed tribune, so everything he did was invalid and without authority. However, Cato interrupted Cicero and, eventually standing up, said that he did not condone or agree with Clodius’s actions; but if they questioned the legitimacy of what had been done during his tribuneship, they could also question what he himself did in Cyprus, since the expedition was unlawful if the person who sent him didn’t have proper authority. Cato believed that Clodius was legally made tribune, as he was allowed by law to be adopted from a patrician family into a plebeian one; if he acted wrongly in his role, he should be held accountable, but the authority of the magistrate should not be undermined due to the mistakes of the person in office. Cicero took offense to this and for a long time distanced himself from Cato; however, they eventually reconciled.
Pompey and Crassus, by agreement with Caesar, who crossed the Alps to see them, had formed a design, that they two should stand to be chosen consuls a second time, and when they should be in their office, they would continue to Caesar his government for five years more, and take to themselves the greatest provinces, with armies and money to maintain them. This seemed a plain conspiracy to subvert the constitution and parcel out the empire. Several men of high character had intended to stand to be consuls that year, but upon the appearance of these great competitors, they all desisted, except only Lucius Domitius, who had married Porcia, the sister of Cato, and was by him persuaded to stand it out, and not abandon such an undertaking, which, he said, was not merely to gain the consulship, but to save the liberty of Rome. In the meantime, it was the common topic among the more prudent part of the citizens, that they ought not to suffer the power of Pompey and Crassus to be united, which would then be carried beyond all bounds, and become dangerous to the state; that therefore one of them must be denied. For these reasons they took part with Domitius, whom they exhorted and encouraged to go on, assuring him, that many who feared openly to appear for him, would privately assist him. Pompey’s party fearing this, laid wait for Domitius, and set upon him as he was going before daylight, with torches, into the Field. First he that bore the light next before Domitius, was knocked down and killed; then several others being wounded, all the rest fled, except Cato and Domitius, whom Cato held, though himself were wounded in the arm, and crying out, conjured the others to stay, and not while they had any breath, forsake the defense of their liberty against those tyrants, who plainly showed with what moderation they were likely to use the power, which they endeavored to gain by such violence. But at length Domitius also, no longer willing to face the danger, fled to his own house, and so Pompey and Crassus were declared consuls.
Pompey and Crassus, with Caesar's agreement, who crossed the Alps to meet them, had a plan to run for the consulship again. Once in office, they intended to extend Caesar's rule for another five years and take control of the largest provinces, along with the armies and money to support them. This looked like a clear conspiracy to undermine the constitution and divide the empire. Several reputable men had intended to run for consul that year, but when these powerful candidates appeared, they backed out, except for Lucius Domitius, who had married Porcia, Cato's sister. Cato convinced him to stick to his campaign, arguing that this wasn’t just about winning the consulship but about protecting Rome's freedom. Meanwhile, more cautious citizens discussed how they shouldn't allow Pompey and Crassus to combine their power, which would become dangerous for the state; therefore, one of them had to be stopped. For these reasons, they supported Domitius, encouraging him to continue, assuring him that many who feared to support him openly would help him in private. Fearing this, Pompey's supporters ambushed Domitius as he headed out before dawn, carrying torches. The man holding the torch right in front of Domitius was knocked down and killed; several others were injured, and the rest fled, except for Cato and Domitius. Although Cato was wounded in the arm, he held his ground, shouting at the others to stay and continue defending their freedom against these tyrants, who clearly revealed how they would misuse the power they sought through such violence. Ultimately, however, Domitius, no longer willing to face the danger, retreated to his home, and Pompey and Crassus were declared consuls.
Nevertheless, Cato would not give over, but resolved to stand himself to be praetor that year, which he thought would be some help to him in his design of opposing them; that he might not act as a private man, when he was to contend with public magistrates. Pompey and Crassus apprehended this; and fearing that the office of praetor in the person of Cato might be equal in authority to that of consul, they assembled the senate unexpectedly, without giving any notice to a great many of the senators, and made an order, that those who were chosen praetors, should immediately enter upon their office, without attending the usual time, in which, according to law, they might be accused, if they had corrupted the people with gifts. When by this order they had got leave to bribe freely, without being called to account, they set up their own friends and dependents to stand for the praetorship, giving money, and watching the people as they voted. Yet the virtue and reputation of Cato was like to triumph over all these stratagems; for the people generally felt it to be shameful that a price should be paid for the rejection of Cato, who ought rather to be paid himself to take upon him the office. So he carried it by the voices of the first tribe. Hereupon Pompey immediately framed a lie, crying out, it thundered; and straight broke up the assembly; for the Romans religiously observed this as a bad omen, and never concluded any matter after it had thundered. Before the next time, they had distributed larger bribes, and driving also the best men out of the Field, by these foul means they procured Vatinius to be chosen praetor, instead of Cato. It is said, that those who had thus corruptly and dishonestly given their voices, at once, when it was done, hurried, as if it were in flight, out of the Field. The others staying together, and exclaiming at the event, one of the tribunes continued the assembly, and Cato standing up, as it were by inspiration, foretold all the miseries that afterward befell the state, exhorted them to beware of Pompey and Crassus, who were guilty of such things, and had laid such designs, that they might well fear to have Cato praetor. When he had ended this speech, he was followed to his house by a greater number of people than were all the new praetors elect put together.
Still, Cato wouldn't give up and decided to run for praetor that year, believing it would help him in his plan to oppose his rivals; he didn’t want to act as a private citizen when facing public officials. Pompey and Crassus were worried about this; fearing that Cato as praetor could have authority equal to that of consul, they unexpectedly called a meeting of the senate without notifying many senators and passed a decree allowing those elected as praetors to take office immediately, bypassing the usual waiting period during which they could be accused of bribing the public. With this order enabling them to bribe without consequences, they backed their own friends and supporters for the praetorship, handing out money and watching how people voted. However, Cato’s integrity and reputation steadily appeared likely to overcome these schemes, as most people found it disgraceful to bribe someone to remove Cato, who should rather be compensated to accept the position. Ultimately, he won the favor of the first tribe. In response, Pompey hastily fabricated a lie, shouting that it thundered, and immediately ended the assembly, as the Romans considered this a bad omen and never finalized any matter after hearing thunder. In the meantime, they distributed even larger bribes, and through these dishonest tactics, they managed to get Vatinius elected as praetor instead of Cato, driving out the best candidates. It is said that those who corruptly cast their votes quickly fled the scene once it was over. The others stayed behind, lamenting the outcome, when one of the tribunes resumed the assembly. Cato rose, seemingly inspired, predicting all the misfortunes that later befell the state, warning them to be cautious of Pompey and Crassus, who were responsible for such actions and schemes that made them fear Cato’s potential praetorship. After this speech, he was followed home by more people than all the new praetors combined.
Caius Trebonius now proposed the law for allotting provinces to the consuls, one of whom was to have Spain and Africa, the other Egypt and Syria, with full power of making war, and carrying it on both by sea and land, as they should think fit. When this was proposed, all others despaired of putting any stop to it, and neither did nor said anything against it. But Cato, before the voting began, went up into the place of speaking, and desiring to be heard, was with much difficulty allowed two hours to speak. Having spent that time in informing them and reasoning with them, and in foretelling to them much that was to come, he was not suffered to speak any longer; but as he was going on, a sergeant came and pulled him down; yet when he was down, he still continued speaking in a loud voice, and finding many to listen to him, and join in his indignation. Then the sergeant took him, and forced him out of the forum; but as soon as he got loose, he returned again to the place of speaking, crying out to the people to stand by him. When he had done thus several times, Trebonius grew very angry, and commanded him to be carried to prison; but the multitude followed him, and listened to the speech which he made to them, as he went along, so that Trebonius began to be afraid again, and ordered him to be released. Thus that day was expended, and the business staved off by Cato. But in the days succeeding, many of the citizens being overawed by fears and threats, and others won by gifts and favors, Aquillius, one of the tribunes, they kept by an armed force within the senate-house; Cato, who cried, it thundered, they drove out of the forum; many were wounded, and some slain; and at length by open force they passed the law. At this many were so incensed, that they got together, and were going to throw down the statues of Pompey; but Cato went, and diverted them from that design.
Caius Trebonius proposed a law to assign provinces to the consuls, with one consul getting Spain and Africa, and the other Egypt and Syria, granting them full power to wage war as they saw fit, both at sea and on land. When this was suggested, everyone else lost hope of stopping it and remained silent. However, Cato went up to speak before the voting began and requested to be heard, managing to get permission for two hours of speaking time. He used that time to inform and reason with the crowd, predicting much of what was to come. He was eventually cut off from speaking, and as he continued, a sergeant came to pull him down. Even after being pulled down, he kept speaking loudly, finding many who listened to him and shared his outrage. The sergeant then dragged him out of the forum, but once he broke free, he returned to speak, urging the people to support him. After doing this multiple times, Trebonius became very angry and ordered him to be imprisoned, but the crowd followed him and listened to his speech as he went, prompting Trebonius to worry and ultimately order his release. Thus, the day ended with Cato staving off the decision. In the following days, many citizens were intimidated by threats, and others were bribed, while Aquillius, one of the tribunes, was kept surrounded by armed forces in the senate-house. Cato, who protested loudly, was driven out of the forum; many were wounded, and some killed, and finally, by sheer force, the law was passed. This incensed many, leading them to gather and plan to topple Pompey's statues, but Cato intervened and dissuaded them from that course of action.
Again, another law was proposed, concerning the provinces and legions for Caesar. Upon this occasion Cato did not apply himself to the people, but appealed to Pompey himself; and told him, he did not consider now, that he was setting Caesar upon his own shoulders, who would shortly grow too weighty for him, and at length, not able to lay down the burden, nor yet to bear it any longer, he would precipitate both it and himself with it upon the commonwealth; and then he would remember Cato’s advice, which was no less advantageous to him, than just and honest in itself. Thus was Pompey often warned, but still disregarded and slighted it, never mistrusting Caesar’s change, and always confiding in his own power and good fortune.
Once again, another law was proposed regarding the provinces and legions for Caesar. This time, Cato didn't go to the people but appealed directly to Pompey. He warned him that he was essentially putting Caesar on his back, someone who would soon become too heavy to carry. In the end, he would find it impossible to manage the burden and would end up crashing down, dragging both himself and the commonwealth with him. Then he would recall Cato’s advice, which was not only beneficial to him but also fair and honest. Pompey was repeatedly warned but continued to ignore the advice, never suspecting that Caesar would change and always trusting in his own strength and good fortune.
Cato was made praetor the following year; but, it seems, he did not do more honor and credit to the office by his signal integrity, than he disgraced and diminished it by his strange behavior. For he would often come to the court without his shoes, and sit upon the bench without any under garment, and in this attire would give judgment in capital causes, and upon persons of the highest rank. It is said, also, he used to drink wine after his morning meal, and then transact the business of his office; but this was wrongfully reported of him. The people were at that time extremely corrupted by the gifts of those who sought offices, and most made a constant trade of selling their voices. Cato was eager utterly to root this corruption out of the commonwealth; he therefore persuaded the senate to make an order, that those who were chosen into any office, though nobody should accuse them, should be obliged to come into the court, and give account upon oath of their proceedings in their election. This was extremely obnoxious to those who stood for the offices, and yet more to those vast numbers who took the bribes. Insomuch that one morning, as Cato was going to the tribunal, a great multitude of people flocked together, and with loud cries and maledictions reviled him, and threw stones at him. Those that were about the tribunal presently fled, and Cato himself being forced thence, and jostled about in the throng, very narrowly escaped the stones that were thrown at him, and with much difficulty got hold of the Rostra, where, standing up with a bold and undaunted countenance, he at once mastered the tumult, and silenced the clamor; and addressing them in fit terms for the occasion, was heard with great attention, and perfectly quelled the sedition. Afterwards, on the senate commending him for this, “But I,” said he, “do not commend you for abandoning your praetor in danger, and bringing him no assistance.”
Cato was made praetor the following year; however, it seems he didn't honor or enhance the position with his remarkable integrity as much as he embarrassed and undermined it with his odd behavior. He would often show up to court without shoes, sitting on the bench without any undergarments, and in this outfit, he would pass judgment in serious cases involving high-ranking individuals. It's also said that he would drink wine after breakfast and then handle his official duties, but this was falsely reported about him. At that time, the people were extremely corrupted by the bribes from those seeking office, and many constantly made a business of selling their votes. Cato was determined to root out this corruption completely from the government; he therefore convinced the senate to issue a decree that anyone elected to an office, even if no one accused them, would have to come to court and provide an account under oath of their conduct during the election. This was very unpopular among those running for office, and even more so among the many who accepted bribes. One morning, as Cato was heading to the tribunal, a large crowd gathered and loudly insulted him, throwing stones his way. Those near the tribunal quickly ran away, and Cato himself was forced to leave, jostled in the crowd, narrowly avoiding the thrown stones, and with great effort made it to the Rostra, where he stood up with a bold and fearless demeanor, managing to control the chaos and quiet the uproar. Speaking firmly to the crowd, he gained their attention and successfully quelled the riot. Later, when the senate praised him for this, he responded, “But I don’t commend you for abandoning your praetor in danger and not giving him any support.”
In the meantime, the candidates were in great perplexity; for every one dreaded to give money himself, and yet feared lest his competitors should. At length they agreed to lay down one hundred and twenty-five thousand drachmas apiece, and then all of them to canvass fairly and honestly, on condition, that if any one was found to make use of bribery, he should forfeit the money. Being thus agreed, they chose Cato to keep the stakes, and arbitrate the matter; to him they brought the sum concluded on, and before him subscribed the agreement. The money he did not choose to have paid for them, but took their securities who stood bound for them. Upon the day of election, he placed himself by the tribune who took the votes, and very watchfully observing all that passed, he discovered one who had broken the agreement, and immediately ordered him to pay his money to the rest. They, however, commending his justice highly, remitted the penalty, as thinking the discovery a sufficient punishment. It raised, however, as much envy against Cato as it gained him reputation, and many were offended at his thus taking upon himself the whole authority of the senate, the courts of judicature, and the magistracies. For there is no virtue, the honor and credit for which procures a man more odium than that of justice; and this, because more than any other, it acquires a man power and authority among the common people. For they only honor the valiant and admire the wise, while in addition they also love just men, and put entire trust and confidence in them. They fear the bold man, and mistrust the clever man, and moreover think them rather beholding; to their natural complexion, than to any goodness of their will, for these excellences; they look upon valor as a certain natural strength of the mind, and wisdom as a constitutional acuteness; whereas a man has it in his power to be just, if he have but the will to be so, and therefore injustice is thought the most dishonorable, because it is least excusable.
Meanwhile, the candidates were confused because everyone was afraid to spend their own money, but they also worried that their rivals would. Finally, they agreed to put down one hundred and twenty-five thousand drachmas each and then all campaign fairly and honestly, on the condition that if anyone was caught using bribery, they would lose their money. Once they agreed, they chose Cato to hold the stakes and oversee the process; they brought the agreed amount to him and signed the agreement in front of him. He decided not to take the money directly but accepted the guarantees from those who stood behind them. On election day, he stood next to the official who was collecting the votes. Keeping a close watch on everything, he discovered someone who had broken the agreement and immediately ordered them to pay their money to the others. However, the candidates praised his fairness and decided to waive the penalty, believing that being caught was punishment enough. This incident generated as much envy towards Cato as it did reputation for him, and many were upset by him taking on the full authority of the senate, the courts, and the magistracies. There’s no virtue that earns a man more resentment than that of justice; this is because it gives him power and respect among the common people. They admire the brave and respect the wise, but they also love just people and place complete trust in them. They fear the bold and are suspicious of the clever, thinking that those traits are more natural abilities than a reflection of genuine goodness. They view bravery as a natural mental strength and wisdom as an inherent sharpness; however, a person can choose to be just if they simply want to be, which is why injustice is seen as the most disgraceful, as it’s the least defensible.
Cato upon this account was opposed by all the great men, who thought themselves reproved by his virtue. Pompey especially looked upon the increase of Cato’s credit, as the ruin of his own power, and therefore continually set up men to rail against him. Among these was the seditious Clodius, now again united to Pompey; who declared openly, that Cato had conveyed away a great deal of the treasure that was found in Cyprus; and that he hated Pompey, only because he refused to marry his daughter. Cato answered, that although they had allowed him neither horse nor man, he had brought more treasure from Cyprus alone, than Pompey had, after so many wars and triumphs, from the ransacked world; that he never sought the alliance of Pompey; not that he thought him unworthy of being related to him, but because he differed so much from him, in things that concerned the commonwealth. “For,” said he, “I laid down the province that was given me, when I went out of my praetorship; Pompey, on the contrary, retains many provinces for himself; and he bestows many on others; and but now he sent Caesar a force of six thousand men into Gaul, which Caesar never asked the people for, nor had Pompey obtained their consent to give. Men, and horse, and arms in any number, are become the mutual gifts of private men to one another; and Pompey keeping the titles of commander and general, hands over the armies and provinces to others to govern, while he himself stays at home to preside at the contests of the canvass, and to stir up tumults at elections; out of the anarchy he thus creates amongst us, seeking, we see well enough, a monarchy for himself.” Thus he retorted on Pompey.
Cato was opposed by all the prominent figures who felt challenged by his integrity. Pompey, in particular, saw Cato's rising influence as a threat to his own power, so he kept promoting people to attack him. One of these was the troublemaker Clodius, who was now back in cahoots with Pompey. Clodius openly claimed that Cato had stolen a significant amount of treasure found in Cyprus and that he hated Pompey only because he refused to marry his daughter. Cato responded by saying that even though they hadn’t provided him with any resources, he managed to bring back more treasure from Cyprus than Pompey had from countless wars and victories across the world. He emphasized that he never sought an alliance with Pompey—not because he thought Pompey was undeserving, but because they disagreed on key matters concerning the republic. “For,” he said, “I gave up the province assigned to me when I finished my term as praetor; on the other hand, Pompey keeps many provinces for himself, giving some to others; just now he sent Caesar a force of six thousand men to Gaul, which Caesar hadn’t asked for, nor did Pompey have the people's approval to provide. Men, horses, and weapons are now casually exchanged as gifts between individuals; meanwhile, Pompey clings to the titles of commander and general, handing over armies and provinces to others to manage while he stays home to oversee election campaigns and incite chaos during elections. It’s clear that out of the anarchy he creates, he’s aiming for a monarchy for himself.” Thus, he fired back at Pompey.
He had an intimate friend and admirer of the name of Marcus Favonius, much the same to Cato as we are told Apollodorus, the Phalerian, was in old time to Socrates, whose words used to throw him into perfect transports and ecstasies, getting into his head, like strong wine, and intoxicating him to a sort of frenzy. This Favonius stood to be chosen aedile, and was like to lose it; but Cato, who was there to assist him, observed that all the votes were written in one hand, and discovering the cheat, appealed to the tribunes, who stopped the election. Favonius was afterward chosen aedile, and Cato, who assisted him in all things that belonged to his office, also undertook the care of the spectacles that were exhibited in the theater; giving the actors crowns, not of gold, but of wild olive, such as used to be given at the Olympic games; and instead of the magnificent presents that were usually made, he offered to the Greeks beet root, lettuces, radishes, and pears; and to the Romans, earthen pots of wine, pork, figs, cucumbers, and little fagots of wood. Some ridiculed Cato for his economy, others looked with respect on this gentle relaxation of his usual rigor and austerity. In fine, Favonius himself mingled with the crowd, and sitting among the spectators, clapped and applauded Cato, bade him bestow rewards on those who did well, and called on the people to pay their honors to him, as for himself he had placed his whole authority in Cato’s hands. At the same time, Curio, the colleague of Favonius, gave very magnificent entertainments in another theater; but the people left his, and went to those of Favonius, which they much applauded, and joined heartily in the diversion, seeing him act the private man, and Cato the master of the shows, who, in fact, did all this in derision of the great expenses that others incurred, and to teach them that in amusements men ought to seek amusement only, and the display of a decent cheerfulness, not great preparations and costly magnificence, demanding the expenditure of endless care and trouble about things of little concern.
He had a close friend and admirer named Marcus Favonius, much like how we hear Apollodorus, the Phalerian, was to Socrates long ago. Favonius's words would elevate Cato to a state of pure joy and excitement, getting into his head like strong wine and driving him to a sort of frenzy. Favonius was running for aedile and was at risk of losing, but Cato, who was there to support him, noticed that all the votes were written in the same hand. Discovering the trick, he brought it to the attention of the tribunes, who halted the election. Favonius was eventually elected aedile, and Cato helped him with all matters related to his role. He even took charge of the spectacles in the theater, awarding the actors crowns made not of gold, but of wild olive, like those given at the Olympic games. Instead of the extravagant gifts usually given, he offered the Greeks beets, lettuce, radishes, and pears; and the Romans received earthenware pots of wine, pork, figs, cucumbers, and small bundles of firewood. Some mocked Cato for his frugality, while others respected this softer side of his usual strictness. In the end, Favonius mingled with the crowd, sitting among the spectators, applauding Cato, encouraging him to reward those who performed well, and urging the people to honor Cato, since he had entrusted all his authority to him. Meanwhile, Curio, Favonius's colleague, threw lavish parties in another theater, but the crowd left his events to attend Favonius's, which they enthusiastically enjoyed, watching him as an ordinary guy while Cato managed the shows. Cato actually did all this in mockery of the high expenses others incurred, aiming to teach that in entertainment, people should seek enjoyment and a sense of cheerful decency, rather than extravagant preparations and costly displays that demand excessive effort over trivial matters.
After this Scipio, Hypsaeus, and Milo, stood to be consuls, and that not only with the usual and now recognized disorders of bribery and corruption, but with arms and slaughter, and every appearance of carrying their audacity and desperation to the length of actual civil war. Whereupon it was proposed, that Pompey might be empowered to preside over that election. This Cato at first opposed, saying that the laws ought not to seek protection from Pompey, but Pompey from the laws. Yet the confusion lasting a long time, the forum continually, as it were, besieged with three armies, and no possibility appearing of a stop being put to these disorders, Cato at length agreed, that rather than fall into the last extremity, the senate should freely confer all on Pompey, since it was necessary to make use of a lesser illegality as a remedy against the greatest of all, and better to set up a monarchy themselves, than to suffer a sedition to continue, that must certainly end in one. Bibulus, therefore, a friend of Cato’s, moved the senate to create Pompey sole consul; for that either he would reestablish the lawful government, or they should serve under the best master. Cato stood up, and, contrary to all expectation, seconded this motion, concluding, that any government was better than mere confusion, and that he did not question but Pompey would deal honorably, and take care of the commonwealth, thus committed to his charge. Pompey being hereupon declared consul, invited Cato to see him in the suburbs. When he came, he saluted and embraced him very kindly, acknowledged the favor he had done him, and desired his counsel and assistance, in the management of this office. Cato made answer, that what he had spoken on any former occasion was not out of hate to Pompey, nor what he had now done, out of love to him, but all for the good of the commonwealth; that in private, if he asked him, he would freely give his advice; and in public, though he asked him not, he would always speak his opinion. And he did accordingly. For first, when Pompey made severe laws for punishing and laying great fines on those who had corrupted the people with gifts, Cato advised him to let alone what was already passed, and to provide for the future; for if he should look up past misdemeanors, it would be difficult to know where to stop; and if he would ordain new penalties, it would be unreasonable to punish men by a law, which at that time they had not the opportunity of breaking. Afterwards, when many considerable men, and some of Pompey’s own relations were accused, and he grew remiss, and disinclined to the prosecution, Cato sharply reproved him, and urged him to proceed. Pompey had made a law, also, to forbid the custom of making commendatory orations in behalf of those that were accused; yet he himself wrote one for Munatius Plancus, and sent it while the cause was pleading; upon which Cato, who was sitting as one of the judges, stopped his ears with his hands, and would not hear it read. Whereupon Plancus, before sentence was given, excepted against him, but was condemned notwithstanding. And indeed Cato was a great trouble and perplexity to almost all that were accused of anything, as they feared to have him one of their judges, yet did not dare to demand his exclusion. And many had been condemned, because by refusing him, they seemed to show that they could not trust their own innocence; and it was a reproach thrown in the teeth of some by their enemies, that they had not accepted Cato for their judge.
After this, Scipio, Hypsaeus, and Milo ran for consul, not just with the usual and recognized chaos of bribery and corruption, but with violence and bloodshed, giving the impression that they were ready to push their boldness and desperation to the point of actual civil war. Consequently, it was suggested that Pompey should be given the power to oversee that election. Cato initially opposed this, arguing that the laws shouldn't seek protection from Pompey, but rather, Pompey should seek protection from the laws. However, as the chaos continued for a long time, with the forum seemingly under siege by three armies, and with no clear way to stop the disorder, Cato eventually agreed that, rather than reach a breaking point, the senate should freely grant everything to Pompey. It was necessary to use a minor illegality as a remedy against a much greater one, believing it better to establish a monarchy themselves than to allow a rebellion to persist, which would certainly lead to one. Bibulus, a friend of Cato, proposed that the senate make Pompey the sole consul; for either he would restore lawful governance, or they would be under the best master. Cato then stood up and, contrary to all expectations, supported this motion, stating that any kind of government was better than sheer chaos, and he had no doubt that Pompey would act honorably and take care of the commonwealth entrusted to him. After Pompey was declared consul, he invited Cato to meet him in the suburbs. When Cato arrived, he was greeted warmly by Pompey, who acknowledged the favor Cato had shown him and sought his counsel and assistance in his new role. Cato responded that his previous statements were not out of hatred for Pompey, nor was his current support born out of love for him, but entirely for the good of the commonwealth. He offered to give his advice freely in private and assured that he would always voice his opinion publicly, even if not asked to do so. And he did just that. Firstly, when Pompey proposed strict laws to punish those who had corrupted the populace with gifts, Cato advised him to leave existing laws as they were and focus on future provisions; for if Pompey pursued past offenses, it would be hard to know when to stop. And if he created new penalties, it wouldn't be fair to punish people for actions that had no prior law against them. Later, when several prominent individuals, including some of Pompey's relatives, faced accusations and he became complacent and reluctant to pursue them, Cato forcefully urged him to take action. Pompey had also enacted a law banning commendatory speeches in defense of the accused; yet he wrote one for Munatius Plancus and sent it while the trial was ongoing. Cato, who was sitting as a judge, blocked his ears with his hands to avoid hearing it. Consequently, Plancus, before the verdict was passed, objected to Cato but was condemned regardless. Indeed, Cato was a significant source of anxiety and difficulty for almost all who were accused of anything, as they feared having him as a judge but were too afraid to request his removal. Many were condemned because by rejecting him, it seemed they were implying they could not trust their own innocence; and it became a point of ridicule from their enemies that they had not accepted Cato as their judge.
In the meanwhile, Caesar kept close with his forces in Gaul, and continued in arms; and at the same time employed his gifts, his riches, and his friends above all things, to increase his power in the city. And now Cato’s old admonitions began to rouse Pompey out of the negligent security in which he lay, into a sort of imagination of danger at hand; but seeing him slow and unwilling, and timorous to undertake any measures of prevention against Caesar, Cato resolved himself to stand for the consulship, and presently force Caesar either to lay down his arms or discover his intentions. Both Cato’s competitors were persons of good position; Sulpicius, who was one, owed much to Cato’s credit and authority in the city, and it was thought unhandsome and ungratefully done, to stand against him; not that Cato himself took it ill, “For it is no wonder,” said he, “if a man will not yield to another, in that which he esteems the greatest good.” He had persuaded the senate to make an order, that those who stood for offices, should themselves ask the people for their votes, and not solicit by others, nor take others about with them, to speak for them, in their canvass. And this made the common people very hostile to him, if they were to lose not only the means of receiving money, but also the opportunity of obliging several persons, and so to become by his means both poor and less regarded. Besides this, Cato himself was by nature altogether unfit for the business of canvassing, as he was more anxious to sustain the dignity of his life and character, than to obtain the office. Thus by following his own way of soliciting, and not suffering his friends to do those things which take with the multitude, he was rejected, and lost the consulship.
In the meantime, Caesar remained close with his troops in Gaul and stayed armed; he also used his talents, wealth, and connections to boost his influence in the city. Now, Cato’s old warnings started to stir Pompey from his careless comfort, making him feel a sense of imminent danger. However, seeing Pompey hesitant and scared to take any action against Caesar, Cato decided to run for consul and force Caesar to either disarm or reveal his plans. Both of Cato's rivals were well-regarded; one of them, Sulpicius, owed a lot to Cato's reputation and influence in the city, so it seemed disrespectful and ungrateful to run against him. Cato didn’t take it too harshly, saying, “It’s no surprise if someone refuses to yield to another in what they consider the highest good.” He convinced the Senate to pass a rule stating that candidates for office should personally ask the public for their votes, without relying on others or taking supporters with them during their campaign. This made the common people quite hostile toward him, as they would lose not just potential bribes but also the chance to help others, leaving them poorer and less respected. Additionally, Cato wasn’t naturally suited for the campaigning process since he valued his dignity and character more than securing the position. Thus, by sticking to his own approach and not allowing his friends to engage in practices that appealed to the masses, he was rejected and lost the consulship.
But whereas, upon such occasions, not only those who missed the office, but even their friends and relations, used to feel themselves disgraced and humiliated, and observed a sort of mourning for several days after, Cato took it so unconcernedly, that he anointed himself, and played at ball in the Field, and after breakfasting, went into the forum, as he used to do, without his shoes or his tunic, and there walked about with his acquaintance. Cicero blames him, for that when affairs required such a consul, he would not take more pains, nor condescend to pay some court to the people, as also because that he afterwards neglected to try again; whereas he had stood a second time to be chosen praetor. Cato answered, that he lost the praetorship the first time, not by the voice of the people, but by the violence and corrupt dealing of his adversaries; whereas in the election of consuls, there had been no foul play. So that he plainly saw the people did not like his manners, which an honest man ought not to alter for their sake; nor yet would a wise man attempt the same thing again, while liable to the same prejudices.
But on such occasions, not only did those who missed the position feel ashamed and humiliated, but even their friends and family felt the same way and mourned for several days afterward. Cato, however, took it so casually that he oiled himself up, played ball in the field, and after having breakfast, went into the forum as usual, without his shoes or tunic, and strolled around with his friends. Cicero criticized him for not making more effort or trying to win over the people when the situation demanded a more active consul, and also for not attempting to run again, despite having previously stood for election as praetor. Cato replied that he lost the praetorship the first time not due to the people's votes, but because of the violence and corruption of his opponents; however, in the consular election, there was no foul play involved. He clearly saw that the people didn't appreciate his style, which an honest person shouldn't change for their approval. A wise person wouldn't try to change their approach either, especially when faced with the same biases.
Caesar was at this time engaged with many warlike nations, and was subduing them at great hazards. Among the rest, it was believed he had set upon the Germans, in a time of truce, and had thus slain three hundred thousand of them. Upon which, some of his friends moved the senate for a public thanksgiving; but Cato declared, they ought to deliver Caesar into the hands of those who had been thus unjustly treated, and so expiate the offense and not bring a curse upon the city; “Yet we have reason,” said he, “to thank the gods, for that they spared the commonwealth, and did not take vengeance upon the army, for the madness and folly of the general.” Hereupon Caesar wrote a letter to the senate, which was read openly, and was full of reproachful language and accusations against Cato; who, standing up, seemed not at all concerned, and without any heat or passion, but in a calm and, as it were, premeditated discourse, made all Caesar’s charges against him show like mere common scolding and abuse, and in fact a sort of pleasantry and play on Caesar’s part; and proceeding then to go into all Caesar’s political courses, and to explain and reveal (as though he had been not his constant opponent, but his fellow-conspirator,) his whole conduct and purpose from its commencement, he concluded by telling the senate, it was not the sons of the Britons or the Gauls they need fear, but Caesar himself, if they were wise. And this discourse so moved and awakened the senate, that Caesar’s friends repented they had had a letter read, which had given Cato an opportunity of saying so many reasonable things, and such severe truths against him. However, nothing was then decided upon; it was merely said, that it would be well to send him a successor. Upon that Caesar’s friends required, that Pompey also should lay down his arms, and resign his provinces, or else that Caesar might not be obliged to either. Then Cato cried out, what he had foretold was come to pass; now it was manifest he was using his forces to compel their judgment, and was turning against the state those armies he had got from it by imposture and trickery. But out of the Senate-house Cato could do but little, as the people were ever ready to magnify Caesar and the senate, though convinced by Cato, were afraid of the people.
Caesar was at this time engaged with many warring nations, and was conquering them under great risks. Among others, it was believed he attacked the Germans during a time of peace, resulting in the deaths of three hundred thousand of them. As a result, some of his friends urged the senate to hold a public thanksgiving; but Cato argued that they should hand Caesar over to those who had been unjustly harmed, to atone for the offense and not bring a curse upon the city. “Yet we have reason,” he said, “to thank the gods for sparing the republic and not exacting vengeance on the army for the madness and folly of the general.” Following this, Caesar wrote a letter to the senate, which was read aloud, filled with harsh words and accusations against Cato. Cato, standing up, appeared completely unfazed, calmly and seemingly deliberately turning all of Caesar’s accusations into mere insults and jokes. He went on to outline Caesar’s political maneuvers, revealing his actions and intentions from the start as if he were not his constant opponent but rather a co-conspirator. He concluded by warning the senate that they should not fear the sons of the Britons or the Gauls, but Caesar himself, if they were wise. This speech moved and stirred the senate so much that Caesar’s friends regretted having had the letter read, which gave Cato the chance to voice so many reasonable and severe truths against him. However, nothing was decided at that time; it was merely suggested that it would be wise to assign him a successor. In response, Caesar’s friends demanded that Pompey also disarm and give up his provinces, or else Caesar should not be forced to either. Then Cato exclaimed that what he had predicted had come true; it was clear now that Caesar was using his forces to sway their decisions and was turning against the state those armies he had acquired through deceit and trickery. But outside the Senate, Cato had limited influence, as the people were always eager to support Caesar, and despite being convinced by Cato, the senate feared the populace.
But when the news was brought that Caesar had seized Ariminum, and was marching with his army toward Rome, then all men, even Pompey, and the common people too, cast their eyes on Cato, who had alone foreseen and first clearly declared Caesar’s intentions. He, therefore, told them, “If you had believed me, or regarded my advice, you would not now have been reduced to stand in fear of one man, or to put all your hopes in one alone.” Pompey acknowledged, that Cato indeed had spoken most like a prophet, while he himself had acted too much like a friend. And Cato advised the senate to put all into the hands of Pompey; “For those who can raise up great evils,” said he, “can best allay them.”
But when the news came that Caesar had taken Ariminum and was marching with his army toward Rome, everyone, including Pompey and the common people, turned to Cato, who had alone anticipated and clearly stated Caesar’s plans. He then said to them, “If you had believed me or listened to my advice, you wouldn’t now be standing in fear of one man or putting all your hopes in just one person.” Pompey admitted that Cato had spoken like a prophet, while he himself had acted too much like a friend. Cato advised the senate to put everything in Pompey's hands: “For those who can create great troubles,” he said, “can best resolve them.”
Pompey, finding he had not sufficient forces, and that those he could raise, were not very resolute, forsook the city. Cato, resolving to follow Pompey into exile, sent his younger son to Munatius, who was then in the country of Bruttium, and took his eldest with him; but wanting somebody to keep his house and take care of his daughters, he took Marcia again, who was now a rich widow, Hortensius being dead, and having left her all his estate. Caesar afterward made use of this action also, to reproach him with covetousness, and a mercenary design in his marriage. “For,” said he, “if he had need of wife, why did he part with her? And if he had not, why did he take her again? Unless he gave her only as a bait to Hortensius; and lent her when she was young, to have her again when she was rich.” But in answer to this, we might fairly apply the saying of Euripides.
Pompey, realizing he didn't have enough troops and that those he could gather weren't very committed, abandoned the city. Cato, determined to follow Pompey into exile, sent his younger son to Munatius, who was then in the Bruttium region, and took his eldest son with him; but needing someone to manage his household and take care of his daughters, he brought Marcia back, who was now a wealthy widow since Hortensius had died and left her his entire estate. Later, Caesar used this incident to accuse him of greed and a mercenary motive in his marriage. “For,” he said, “if he needed a wife, why did he let her go? And if he didn't, why did he take her back? Unless he offered her as a lure to Hortensius and loaned her out while she was young, only to reclaim her when she was rich.” In response to this, we could aptly refer to the saying of Euripides.
To speak of mysteries—the chief of these
Surely were cowardice in Hercules.
To talk about mysteries—the main one of these
Would definitely be cowardice in Hercules.
For it is much the same thing to reproach Hercules for cowardice, and to accuse Cato of covetousness; though otherwise, whether he did altogether right in this marriage, might be disputed. As soon, however, as he had again taken Marcia, he committed his house and his daughters to her, and himself followed Pompey. And it is said, that from that day he never cut his hair, nor shaved his beard, nor wore a garland, but was always full of sadness, grief, and dejectedness for the calamities of his country, and continually showed the same feeling to the last, whatever party had misfortune or success.
It's pretty much the same to blame Hercules for being a coward as it is to accuse Cato of being greedy; although whether he made the right choice in this marriage could be debated. However, as soon as he took Marcia back, he entrusted his household and daughters to her and went to follow Pompey. It’s said that from that day on, he never cut his hair or shaved his beard, nor did he wear a wreath. Instead, he remained constantly filled with sadness, grief, and gloom over the troubles facing his country, showing that same feeling until the end, no matter which side was experiencing misfortune or success.
The government of Sicily being allotted to him, he passed over to Syracuse; where understanding that Asinius Pollio was arrived at Messena, with forces from the enemy, Cato sent to him, to know the reason of his coming thither: Pollio, on the other side, called upon him to show reason for the present convulsions. And being at the same time informed how Pompey had quite abandoned Italy, and lay encamped at Dyrrhachium, he spoke of the strangeness and incomprehensibility of the divine government of things; “Pompey, when he did nothing wisely nor honestly, was always successful; and now that he would preserve his country, and defend her liberty, he is altogether unfortunate.” As for Asinius, he said, he could drive him out of Sicily, but as there were larger forces coming to his assistance, he would not engage the island in a war. He therefore advised the Syracusans to join the conquering party and provide for their own safety; and so set sail from thence.
The government of Sicily was given to him, so he went to Syracuse. There, he learned that Asinius Pollio had arrived in Messena with forces from the enemy. Cato sent a message to Pollio to find out why he was there. On the flip side, Pollio asked him to explain the current chaos. At the same time, he found out that Pompey had completely abandoned Italy and was camped at Dyrrhachium. He commented on the oddity and complexity of the way things were managed by divine forces: “Pompey, even when he acted foolishly and dishonestly, always found success; and now that he wants to save his country and defend its freedom, he is completely out of luck.” Regarding Asinius, he said he could drive him out of Sicily, but since larger forces were on their way to help him, he wouldn’t start a war over the island. He then advised the people of Syracuse to side with the winning team for their own safety and set sail from there.
When he came to Pompey, he uniformly gave advice to protract the war; as he always hoped to compose matters, and was by no means desirous that they should come to action; for the commonwealth would suffer extremely, and be the certain cause of its own ruin, whoever were conqueror by the sword. In like manner, he persuaded Pompey and the council to ordain, that no city should be sacked that was subject to the people of Rome; and that no Roman should be killed, but in the heat of battle; and hereby he got himself great honor, and brought over many to Pompey’s party, whom his moderation and humanity attracted. Afterwards being sent into Asia, to assist those who were raising men, and preparing ships in those parts, he took with him his sister Servilia, and a little boy whom she had by Lucullus. For since her widowhood, she had lived with her brother, and much recovered her reputation, having put herself under his care, followed him in his voyages, and complied with his severe way of living. Yet Caesar did not fail to asperse him upon her account also.
When he arrived in Pompey, he consistently advised extending the war, as he always hoped to resolve matters peacefully and was definitely not eager for them to engage in battle; because the commonwealth would suffer greatly and would be the certain cause of its own downfall, regardless of who won the fight. Similarly, he convinced Pompey and the council to decree that no city subject to the people of Rome should be plundered, and that no Roman should be killed except in the heat of battle; by doing this, he earned great respect and brought many people to Pompey’s side, swayed by his moderation and compassion. Later, he was sent to Asia to help those who were recruiting soldiers and preparing ships in that region, taking with him his sister Servilia and her young son by Lucullus. Since she became a widow, she had lived with her brother, greatly restored her reputation by being under his care, accompanying him on his journeys, and adapting to his strict lifestyle. However, Caesar did not hesitate to slander him because of her as well.
Pompey’s officers in Asia, it seems, had no great need of Cato; but he brought over the people of Rhodes by his persuasions, and leaving his sister Servilia and her child there, he returned to Pompey, who had now collected very great forces both by sea and land. And here Pompey, more than in any other act, betrayed his intentions. For at first he designed to give Cato the command of the navy, which consisted of no less than five hundred ships of war, besides a vast number of light galleys, scouts, and open boats. But presently bethinking himself, or put in mind by his friends, that Cato’s principal and only aim being to free his country from all usurpation, if he were master of such great forces, as soon as ever Caesar should be conquered, he would certainly call upon Pompey, also, to lay down his arms, and be subject to the laws, he changed his mind, and though he had already mentioned it to Cato, nevertheless made Bibulus admiral. Notwithstanding this, he had no reason to suppose that Cato’s zeal in the cause was in any way diminished. For before one of the battles at Dyrrhachium, when Pompey himself, we are told, made an address to the soldiers and bade the officers do the like, the men listened to them but coldly, and with silence, until Cato, last of all, came forward, and in the language of philosophy, spoke to them, as the occasion required, concerning liberty, manly virtue, death, and a good name; upon all which he delivered himself with strong natural passion, and concluded with calling in the aid of the gods, to whom he directed his speech, as if they were present to behold them fight for their country. And at this the army gave such a shout and showed such excitement, that their officers led them on full of hope and confidence to the danger. Caesar’s party were routed, and put to flight; but his presiding fortune used the advantage of Pompey’s cautiousness and diffidence, to render the victory incomplete. But of this we have spoken in the life of Pompey. While, however, all the rest rejoiced, and magnified their success, Cato alone bewailed his country, and cursed that fatal ambition, which made so many brave Romans murder one another.
Pompey’s officers in Asia didn't really need Cato, but he successfully persuaded the people of Rhodes to support him. After leaving his sister Servilia and her child there, he returned to Pompey, who had now gathered a massive army and navy. In this situation, Pompey revealed his true plans more than ever before. Initially, he intended to give Cato command of the navy, which included no less than five hundred warships, along with numerous smaller galleys, scouts, and open boats. However, after reconsidering—or perhaps being advised by his friends—he realized that since Cato's main goal was to free his country from all tyranny, if he controlled such power, he would certainly demand that Pompey also disarm and follow the laws once Caesar was defeated. So, Pompey changed his mind. Even though he had already mentioned this to Cato, he appointed Bibulus as the admiral instead. Regardless, Cato's commitment to the cause remained strong. Before one of the battles at Dyrrhachium, when Pompey addressed the troops and encouraged his officers to speak to them as well, the soldiers received their words coldly and in silence. When Cato spoke last, he delivered a powerful philosophical speech about liberty, courage, death, and honor, expressing himself with deep passion. He even called on the gods, addressing them as if they were present, fighting for their country. The army reacted with such enthusiasm that their officers led them forward, filled with hope and confidence. Caesar’s forces were defeated and scattered, but Pompey’s cautiousness and insecurity ultimately prevented a complete victory. We’ve discussed this in Pompey’s life. While everyone else celebrated and praised their success, Cato alone mourned for his country and condemned the deadly ambition that led to so many brave Romans killing each other.
After this, Pompey following Caesar into Thessaly, left at Dyrrhachium a quantity of munitions, money, and stores, and many of his domestics and relations; the charge of all which he gave to Cato, with the command only of fifteen cohorts. For though he trusted him much, yet he was afraid of him too, knowing full well, that if he had bad success, Cato would be the last to forsake him, but if he conquered, would never let him use his victory at his pleasure. There were, likewise, many persons of high rank that stayed with Cato at Dyrrhachium. When they heard of the overthrow at Pharsalia, Cato resolved with himself, that if Pompey were slain, he would conduct those that were with him into Italy, and then retire as far from the tyranny of Caesar as he could, and live in exile; but if Pompey were safe, he would keep the army together for him. With this resolution he passed over to Corcyra, where the navy lay, there he would have resigned his command to Cicero, because he had been consul, and himself only a praetor: but Cicero refused it, and was going for Italy. At which Pompey’s son being incensed, would rashly and in heat have punished all those who were going away, and in the first place have laid hands on Cicero; but Cato spoke with him in private, and diverted him from that design. And thus he clearly saved the life of Cicero, and rescued several others also from ill-treatment.
After this, Pompey followed Caesar into Thessaly, leaving behind a lot of weapons, money, and supplies in Dyrrhachium, along with many of his household members and relatives. He put Cato in charge of all this with only fifteen cohorts to command. Although he trusted Cato a lot, he was also wary of him, knowing that if he faced a bad outcome, Cato would be the last to abandon him, but if he succeeded, he wouldn’t let him enjoy his victory freely. There were also many high-ranking individuals staying with Cato in Dyrrhachium. When they heard about the defeat at Pharsalia, Cato decided that if Pompey was killed, he would lead those with him into Italy and then retreat as far away from Caesar’s tyranny as possible to live in exile; but if Pompey was safe, he would keep the army together for him. With this decision, he moved over to Corcyra, where the navy was located. He intended to hand over his command to Cicero, since he had been consul and Cato was only a praetor. However, Cicero refused and was preparing to leave for Italy. This angered Pompey’s son, who impulsively wanted to punish everyone trying to leave, especially targeting Cicero. But Cato spoke to him privately and convinced him to abandon that plan. In doing so, he clearly saved Cicero’s life and protected several others from mistreatment.
Conjecturing that Pompey the Great was fled toward Egypt or Africa, Cato resolved to hasten after him; and having taken all his men aboard, he set sail; but first to those who were not zealous to continue the contest, he gave free liberty to depart. When they came to the coast of Africa, they met with Sextus, Pompey’s younger son, who told them of the death of his father in Egypt; at which they were all exceedingly grieved, and declared that after Pompey they would follow no other leader but Cato. Out of compassion therefore to so many worthy persons, who had given such testimonies of their fidelity, and whom he could not for shame leave in a desert country, amidst so many difficulties, he took upon him the command, and marched toward the city of Cyrene, which presently received him, though not long before they had shut their gates against Labienus. Here he was informed that Scipio, Pompey’s father-in-law, was received by king Juba, and that Attius Varus, whom Pompey had made governor of Africa, had joined them with his forces. Cato therefore resolved to march toward them by land, it being now winter; and got together a number of asses to carry water, and furnished himself likewise with plenty of all other provision, and a number of carriages. He took also with him some of those they call Psylli, who cure the biting of serpents, by sucking out the poison with their mouths, and have likewise certain charms, by which they stupefy and lay asleep the serpents.
Thinking that Pompey the Great had fled to Egypt or Africa, Cato decided to go after him quickly. He set sail with all his men, but first, he allowed those who weren't eager to keep fighting to leave freely. Once they reached the coast of Africa, they encountered Sextus, Pompey's younger son, who informed them of his father's death in Egypt. They were all very saddened by this news and declared that they would follow no other leader but Cato after Pompey. Out of respect for these loyal individuals who had shown such dedication, and whom he felt ashamed to abandon in a desolate area amidst so many challenges, he took command and marched toward the city of Cyrene. The city accepted him even though they had recently closed their gates against Labienus. Here, he learned that Scipio, Pompey's father-in-law, had been welcomed by King Juba, and that Attius Varus, whom Pompey had appointed governor of Africa, had joined forces with them. Therefore, Cato decided to march toward them over land, as it was now winter. He gathered a number of donkeys to carry water and stocked up on plenty of other supplies and transportation. He also brought along some people known as Psylli, who treat snake bites by sucking out the venom and have special charms to stun and put snakes to sleep.
Thus they marched seven days together, Cato all the time going on foot at the head of his men, and never making use of any horse or chariot. Ever since the battle of Pharsalia, he used to sit at table, and added this to his other ways of mourning, that he never lay down but to sleep.
Thus they marched for seven days together, with Cato always walking at the front of his men, never using a horse or chariot. Ever since the battle of Pharsalia, he would sit at the table, and in addition to his other forms of mourning, he never lay down except to sleep.
Having passed the winter in Africa, Cato drew out his army, which amounted to little less than ten thousand. The affairs of Scipio and Varus went very ill, by reason of their dissensions and quarrels among themselves, and their submissions and flatteries to king Juba, who was insupportable for his vanity, and the pride he took in his strength and riches. The first time he came to a conference with Cato, he had ordered his own seat to be placed in the middle, between Scipio and Cato; which Cato observing, took up his chair, and set himself on the other side of Scipio, to whom he thus gave the honor of sitting in the middle, though he were his enemy, and had formerly published some scandalous writing against him. There are people who speak as if this were quite an insignificant matter, and who nevertheless find fault with Cato, because in Sicily, walking one day with Philostratus, he gave him the middle place, to show his respect for philosophy. However, he now succeeded both in humbling the pride of Juba, who was treating Scipio and Varus much like a pair of satraps under his orders, and also in reconciling them to each other. All the troops desired him to be their leader; Scipio, likewise, and Varus gave way to it, and offered him the command; but he said, he would not break those laws, which he sought to defend, and he, being, but propraetor, ought not to command in the presence of a proconsul, (for Scipio had been created proconsul,) besides that people took it as a good omen; to see a Scipio command in Africa, and the very name inspired the soldiers with hopes of success.
After spending the winter in Africa, Cato gathered his army, which numbered almost ten thousand. Scipio and Varus were struggling due to their internal conflicts and their attempts to win favor from King Juba, whose vanity and pride in his wealth and power were unbearable. When Juba first met with Cato, he had his own chair placed in the center, between Scipio and Cato. Noticing this, Cato moved his chair to sit on the other side of Scipio, giving him the honor of sitting in the middle, even though he was his enemy and had previously published some slanderous writings against him. Some people dismiss this as trivial but criticize Cato for once giving the middle spot to Philostratus in Sicily out of respect for philosophy. Nevertheless, Cato successfully humbled Juba's pride, who was treating Scipio and Varus like subordinates, and he also reconciled them with each other. All the troops wanted him to lead; Scipio and Varus also conceded and offered him command. However, he refused to violate the laws he aimed to uphold and insisted that as a propraetor, he should not command in the presence of a proconsul, since Scipio had been appointed as proconsul. Additionally, people considered it a good omen to see a Scipio in command in Africa, and the very name boosted the soldiers' hopes for victory.
Scipio, having taken upon him the command, presently resolved, at the instigation of Juba, to put all the inhabitants of Utica to the sword, and to raze the city, for having, as they professed, taken part with Caesar. Cato would by no means suffer this; but invoking the gods, exclaiming and protesting against it in the council of war, he with much difficulty delivered the poor people from this cruelty. And afterwards, upon the entreaty of the inhabitants, and at the instance of Scipio, Cato took upon himself the government of Utica, lest, one way or other, it should fall into Caesar’s hands; for it was a strong place, and very advantageous for either party. And it was yet better provided and more strongly fortified by Cato, who brought in great store of corn, repaired the walls, erected towers, and made deep trenches and palisades around the town. The young men of Utica he lodged among these works, having first taken their arms from them; the rest of the inhabitants he kept within the town, and took the greatest care, that no injury should be done nor affront offered them by the Romans. From hence he sent great quantity of arms, money, and provision to the camp, and made this city their chief magazine.
Scipio, having taken command, quickly decided, influenced by Juba, to kill all the people of Utica and destroy the city because they claimed to have sided with Caesar. Cato strongly opposed this and, invoking the gods, protested loudly against it in the war council. With great effort, he managed to save the poor residents from this cruelty. Later, at the request of the citizens and upon Scipio’s suggestion, Cato agreed to govern Utica to prevent it from falling into Caesar’s hands, as it was a strong and strategically valuable location for either side. He fortified it even better, bringing in a large supply of grain, repairing the walls, building towers, and digging deep trenches and palisades around the town. He stationed the young men of Utica among these defenses after disarming them, while keeping the rest of the residents inside the town and ensuring they faced no harm or insult from the Romans. From there, he sent large quantities of weapons, money, and supplies to the camp, making this city their main supply depot.
He advised Scipio, as he had before done Pompey, by no means to hazard a battle against a man experienced in war, and formidable in the field, but to use delay; for time would gradually abate the violence of the crisis, which is the strength of usurpation. But Scipio out of pride rejected this counsel, and wrote a letter to Cato, in which he reproached him with cowardice; and that he could not be content to lie secure himself within walls and trenches, but he must hinder others from boldly using their own good-sense to seize the right opportunity. In answer to this, Cato wrote word again, that he would take the horse and foot which he had brought into Africa, and go over into Italy, to make a diversion there, and draw Caesar off from them. But Scipio derided this proposition also. Then Cato openly let it be seen that he was sorry he had yielded the command to Scipio, who he saw would not carry on the war with any wisdom, and if, contrary to all appearance, he should succeed, he would use his success as unjustly at home. For Cato had then made up his mind, and so he told his friends, that he could have but slender hopes in those generals that had so much boldness, and so little conduct; yet if anything should happen beyond expectation, and Caesar should be overthrown, for his part he would not stay at Rome, but would retire from the cruelty and inhumanity of Scipio, who had already uttered fierce and proud threats against many.
He advised Scipio, as he had previously advised Pompey, not to risk battling someone who was experienced in war and intimidating on the battlefield, but to use delay instead; time would gradually lessen the intensity of the crisis, which is the foundation of usurpation. However, Scipio, out of pride, dismissed this advice and wrote a letter to Cato, accusing him of cowardice; claiming he couldn’t be satisfied just staying safe behind walls and trenches but felt the need to stop others from bravely using their own judgment to take the right opportunity. In response, Cato stated he would take the soldiers he had brought to Africa and go to Italy to create a distraction and draw Caesar away from them. But Scipio mocked this suggestion as well. Then Cato made it clear that he regretted giving command to Scipio, whom he saw as lacking wisdom in conducting the war; even if, against all odds, Scipio succeeded, he would exploit his victory unjustly at home. Cato had come to a conclusion, which he shared with his friends, that he had little hope in generals who displayed so much boldness and so little strategy; yet if something unexpected occurred, and Caesar was defeated, he would not stay in Rome but would distance himself from the cruelty and inhumanity of Scipio, who had already made fierce and arrogant threats against many.
But what Cato had looked for, fell out sooner than he expected. Late in the evening came one from the army, whence he had been three days coming, who brought word there had been a great battle near Thapsus; that all was utterly lost; Caesar had taken the camps, Scipio and Juba were fled with a few only, and all the rest of the army was lost. This news arriving in time of war, and in the night, so alarmed the people, that they were almost out of their wits, and could scarce keep themselves within the walls of the city. But Cato came forward, and meeting the people in this hurry and clamor, did all he could to comfort and encourage them, and somewhat appeased the fear and amazement they were in, telling them that very likely things were not so bad in truth, but much exaggerated in the report. And so he pacified the tumult for the present. The next morning, he sent for the three hundred, whom he used as his council; these were Romans, who were in Africa upon business, in commerce and money-lending; there were also several senators and their sons. They were summoned to meet in the temple of Jupiter. While they were coming together, Cato walked about very quietly and unconcerned, as if nothing new had happened. He had a book in his hand, which he was reading; in this book was an account of what provision he had for war, armor, corn, ammunition and soldiers.
But what Cato was expecting happened sooner than he thought. Late in the evening, someone arrived from the army, having traveled for three days, and brought news of a major battle near Thapsus. Everything was completely lost; Caesar had taken the camps, and Scipio and Juba had fled with only a few people, while the rest of the army was gone. This news, coming during wartime and at night, terrified the people, leaving them almost frantic and struggling to stay within the city walls. However, Cato stepped in and, encountering the crowd in their panic and uproar, did everything he could to comfort and encourage them, calming their fears and confusion a bit by suggesting that things might not be as bad as reported, but rather exaggerated. He managed to quell the chaos for the moment. The next morning, he called together three hundred individuals he used as his council; these were Romans in Africa for business, trade, and money-lending, including several senators and their sons. They were summoned to gather in the temple of Jupiter. As they were coming together, Cato walked around quietly and seemed unfazed, as if nothing had changed. He held a book he was reading, which contained a record of his preparations for war, including armor, grain, ammunition, and soldiers.
When they were assembled, he began his discourse; first, as regarded the three hundred themselves, and very much commended the courage and fidelity they had shown, and their having very well served their country with their persons, money, and counsel. Then he entreated them by no means to separate, as if each single man could hope for any safety in forsaking his companions; on the contrary, while they kept together, Caesar would have less reason to despise them, if they fought against him, and be more forward to pardon them, if they submitted to him. Therefore, he advised them to consult among themselves, nor should he find fault, whichever course they adopted. If they thought fit to submit to fortune, he would impute their change to necessity; but if they resolved to stand firm, and undertake the danger for the sake of liberty, he should not only commend, but admire their courage, and would himself be their leader and companion too, till they had put to the proof the utmost fortune of their country; which was not Utica or Adrumetum, but Rome, and she had often, by her own greatness, raised herself after worse disasters. Besides, as there were many things that would conduce to their safety, so chiefly this, that they were to fight against one whose affairs urgently claimed his presence in various quarters. Spain was already revolted to the younger Pompey; Rome was unaccustomed to the bridle, and impatient of it, and would therefore be ready to rise in insurrection upon any turn of affairs. As for themselves, they ought not to shrink from the danger; and in this might take example from their enemy, who so freely exposes his life to effect the most unrighteous designs, yet never can hope for so happy a conclusion, as they may promise themselves; for notwithstanding the uncertainty of war, they will be sure of a most happy life, if they succeed, or a most glorious death, if they miscarry. However, he said, they ought to deliberate among themselves, and he joined with them in praying the gods that in recompense of their former courage and goodwill, they would prosper their present determinations. When Cato had thus spoken, many were moved and encouraged by his arguments, but the greatest part were so animated by the sense of his intrepidity, generosity, and goodness, that they forgot the present danger, and as if he were the only invincible leader, and above all fortune, they entreated him to employ their persons, arms, and estates, as he thought fit; for they esteemed it far better to meet death in following his counsel, than to find their safety in betraying one of so great virtue. One of the assembly proposed the making a decree, to set the slaves at liberty; and most of the rest approved the motion. Cato said, that it ought not to be done, for it was neither just nor lawful; but if any of their masters would willingly set them free, those that were fit for service should be received. Many promised so to do; whose names he ordered to be enrolled, and then withdrew.
When they had gathered, he started speaking; first, he praised the three hundred for their courage and loyalty, and for how well they had served their country with their presence, money, and advice. He urged them not to separate, pointing out that no one could hope for safety by abandoning their comrades; on the contrary, if they stayed united, Caesar would have less reason to dismiss them if they fought back and would be more inclined to forgive them if they surrendered. Therefore, he advised them to discuss their options together, and he wouldn't criticize whichever choice they made. If they decided to accept their fate, he would understand that their change was due to necessity; but if they chose to stand firm and take on the risk for the sake of freedom, he would not only commend but admire their bravery and would be their leader and companion until they had tested the full measure of their country’s fate, which was not Utica or Adrumetum, but Rome; she had often restored herself to greatness after worse setbacks. Moreover, while there were many factors that could enhance their safety, the main one was that they would be fighting against someone whose interests required him to be in many places at once. Spain had already turned against the younger Pompey; Rome was unused to being restrained and was anxious to rebel at any moment. They shouldn’t shy away from the danger; they could take inspiration from their enemy, who risks his life to pursue the most unjust causes, yet will never achieve as favorable an outcome as they might hope for; because despite the uncertainty of war, they would secure either a highly rewarding life if they succeeded or a gloriously honorable death if they did not. However, he concluded that they should think it over, and he joined them in praying to the gods that in return for their past bravery and goodwill, they would support their current decisions. After Cato spoke, many were moved and motivated by his words, but most were so inspired by his bravery, generosity, and integrity that they forgot the immediate danger, and as if he were the only unbeatable leader who was above fate, they urged him to use their lives, weapons, and resources as he saw fit; because they believed it was far better to face death by following his guidance than to seek safety by betraying someone of such high character. One person in the group suggested making a decree to free the slaves, and most others agreed with the idea. Cato responded that this should not be done, as it was neither just nor lawful; but if any of their masters were willing to set them free, those who were fit for service would be accepted. Many promised to do so, and he ordered their names to be recorded before he stepped back.
Presently after this, he received letters from Juba and Scipio. Juba, with some few of his men, was retired to a mountain, where he waited to hear what Cato would resolve upon; and intended to stay there for him, if he thought fit to leave Utica, or to come to his aid with his troops, if he were besieged. Scipio was on shipboard, near a certain promontory, not far from Utica, expecting an answer upon the same account. But Cato thought fit to retain the messengers, till the three hundred should come to some resolution,
Right after this, he got letters from Juba and Scipio. Juba, along with a few of his men, had retreated to a mountain, where he waited to see what Cato would decide; he planned to stay there for Cato, whether he chose to leave Utica or come to help him with his troops if he was under siege. Scipio was on a ship near a certain promontory, not far from Utica, waiting for an update for the same reason. But Cato decided to hold onto the messengers until the three hundred reached a decision.
As for the senators that were there, they showed great forwardness, and at once set free their slaves, and furnished them with arms. But the three hundred being men occupied in merchandise and money-lending, much of their substance also consisting in slaves, the enthusiasm that Cato’s speech had raised in them, did not long continue. As there are substances that easily admit heat, and as suddenly lose it, when the fire is removed, so these men were heated and inflamed, while Cato was present; but when they began to reason among themselves, the fear they had of Caesar, soon overcame their reverence for Cato and for virtue. “For who are we,” said they, “and who is it we refuse to obey? Is it not that Caesar, who is now invested with all the power of Rome? and which of us is a Scipio, a Pompey, or a Cato? But now that all men make their honor give way to their fear, shall we alone engage for the liberty of Rome, and in Utica declare war against him, before whom Cato and Pompey the Great fled out of Italy? Shall we set free our slaves against Caesar, who have ourselves no more liberty than he is pleased to allow? No, let us, poor creatures, know ourselves, submit to the victor, and send deputies to implore his mercy.” Thus said the most moderate of them; but the greatest part were for seizing the senators, that by securing them, they might appease Caesar’s anger. Cato, though he perceived the change, took no notice of it; but wrote to Juba and Scipio to keep away from Utica, because he mistrusted the three hundred.
As for the senators who were present, they quickly took action, freeing their slaves and giving them weapons. However, the three hundred, who were engaged in trade and money-lending, and whose wealth was largely in slaves, didn’t stay enthusiastic for long after Cato’s speech. Just like materials that can easily absorb heat but lose it just as quickly when the flame is gone, these men were fired up while Cato was speaking, but when they started to think it over, their fear of Caesar soon overshadowed their respect for Cato and for righteousness. “Who are we,” they said, “and who are we refusing to obey? Isn’t it Caesar, who now holds all the power of Rome? And which of us is a Scipio, a Pompey, or a Cato? Now that everyone is prioritizing their safety over their honor, should we be the only ones to fight for the freedom of Rome and declare war against the man, from whom Cato and Pompey the Great fled Italy? Should we free our slaves to go against Caesar, when we ourselves have no more liberty than what he grants us? No, let’s recognize our place, submit to the victor, and send envoys to appeal for his mercy.” The most moderate among them said this, but most were in favor of taking the senators captive, hoping that by securing them, they could ease Caesar’s anger. Cato, although he saw the shift, said nothing about it; instead, he wrote to Juba and Scipio to stay away from Utica, as he didn't trust the three hundred.
A considerable body of horse, which had escaped from the late fight, riding up towards Utica, sent three men before to Cato, who yet did not all bring the same message; for one party was for going to Juba, another for joining with Cato, and some again were afraid to go into Utica. When Cato heard this, he ordered Marcus Rubrius to attend upon the three hundred, and quietly take the names of those who of their own accord set their slaves at liberty, but by no means to force anybody. Then, taking with him the senators, he went out of the town, and met the principal officers of these horsemen, whom he entreated not to abandon so many Roman senators, nor to prefer Juba for their commander before Cato, but consult the common safety, and to come into the city, which was impregnable, and well furnished with corn and other provision, sufficient for many years. The senators, likewise, with tears besought them to stay. Hereupon the officers went to consult their soldiers, and Cato with the senators sat down upon an embankment, expecting their resolution. In the meantime comes Rubrius in great disorder, crying out, the three hundred were all in commotion, and exciting revolt and tumult in the city. At this all the rest fell into despair, lamenting and bewailing their condition. Cato endeavored to comfort them, and sent to the three hundred, desiring them to have patience. Then the officers of the horse returned with no very reasonable demands. They said, they did not desire to serve Juba, for his pay, nor should they fear Caesar, while they followed Cato, but they dreaded to be shut up with the Uticans, men of traitorous temper, and Carthaginian blood; for though they were quiet at present, yet as soon as Caesar should appear, without doubt they would conspire together, and betray the Romans. Therefore, if he expected they should join with him, he must drive out of the town or destroy all the Uticans, that he might receive them into a place clear both of enemies and barbarians. This Cato thought utterly cruel and barbarous; but he mildly answered, he would consult the three hundred.
A large group of horsemen who had escaped from the recent battle rode toward Utica and sent three men ahead to Cato, although they didn’t all deliver the same message. One group suggested going to Juba, another wanted to join Cato, and some were simply afraid to enter Utica. When Cato heard this, he instructed Marcus Rubrius to assist the three hundred and quietly record the names of those who willingly freed their slaves, but he made it clear not to force anyone. Then, along with the senators, he left the town and met with the main officers of these horsemen, urging them not to abandon so many Roman senators or to choose Juba over Cato. He asked them to consider the common safety and to come into the city, which was well-fortified and stocked with enough grain and supplies for many years. The senators also pleaded with them to stay, tearfully asking for their support. The officers then went to consult their soldiers, while Cato and the senators sat on an embankment, awaiting their decision. Meanwhile, Rubrius arrived in a panic, shouting that the three hundred were in an uproar, stirring up rebellion and chaos in the city. This caused the others to sink into despair, lamenting their situation. Cato tried to reassure them and sent a message to the three hundred, asking for their patience. The horsemen’s officers returned with unreasonable demands. They said they didn’t want to serve Juba for his pay, nor did they fear Caesar while they followed Cato. However, they were afraid of being trapped with the Uticans, who they viewed as traitorous and of Carthaginian descent. Although the Uticans were quiet now, they believed that once Caesar appeared, they would surely conspire and betray the Romans. Therefore, if Cato expected them to join him, he would need to either drive out or eliminate all the Uticans so they could enter a place free of enemies and barbarians. Cato found this idea utterly cruel and barbaric, but he gently replied that he would consult the three hundred.
Then he returned to the city, where he found the men, not framing excuses, or dissembling out of reverence to him, but openly declaring that no one should compel them to make war against Caesar; which, they said, they were neither able nor willing to do. And some there were who muttered words about retaining the senators till Caesar’s coming; but Cato seemed not to hear this, as indeed he had the excuse of being a little deaf. At the same time came one to him, and told him the horse were going away. And now, fearing lest the three hundred should take some desperate resolution concerning the senators, he presently went out with some of his friends, and seeing they were gone some way, he took horse, and rode after them. They, when they saw him coming, were very glad, and received him very kindly, entreating him to save himself with them. At this time, it is said, Cato shed tears, while entreating them on behalf of the senators, and stretching out his hands in supplication. He turned some of their horses’ heads, and laid hold of the men by their armor, till in fine he prevailed with them, out of compassion, to stay only that one day, to procure a safe retreat for the senators. Having thus persuaded them to go along with him, some he placed at the gates of the town, and to others gave the charge of the citadel. The three hundred began to fear they should suffer for their inconstancy, and sent to Cato, entreating him by all means to come to them; but the senators flocking about him, would not suffer him to go, and said they would not trust their guardian and savior to the hands of perfidious traitors.
Then he returned to the city, where he found the men not making excuses or hiding their true feelings out of respect for him, but openly stating that no one should force them to go to war against Caesar; they said they were neither able nor willing to do so. Some muttered about holding the senators until Caesar arrived, but Cato seemed to ignore this, as he had the excuse of being a bit hard of hearing. At that moment, someone came to him and told him that the horses were leaving. Fearing that the three hundred might decide to do something drastic about the senators, he quickly went out with a few friends, and seeing that they had gone some distance, he mounted his horse and rode after them. When they saw him coming, they were very happy and welcomed him warmly, asking him to join them for safety. It’s said that during this time, Cato shed tears as he pleaded for the senators, stretching out his hands in desperation. He turned some of their horses' heads and grabbed hold of the men by their armor until he eventually convinced them, out of compassion, to stay just one more day to ensure a safe escape for the senators. Having persuaded them to follow him, he assigned some to guard the town gates and gave others the responsibility of the citadel. The three hundred began to worry that they would be punished for their indecision and sent for Cato, begging him to join them without hesitation; but the senators crowded around him, refusing to let him go, insisting they would not trust their protector and savior to the hands of treacherous traitors.
For there had never, perhaps, been a time when Cato’s virtue appeared more manifestly; and every class of men in Utica could clearly see, with sorrow and admiration, how entirely free was everything that he was doing from any secret motives or any mixture of self-regard; he, namely, who had long before resolved on his own death, was taking such extreme pains, toil, and care, only for the sake of others, that when he had secured their lives, he might put an end to his own. For it was easily perceived, that he had determined to die, though he did not let it appear.
For there had never really been a time when Cato’s virtue was more obvious; every group of people in Utica could clearly see, with sadness and respect, how completely free his actions were from any hidden motives or self-interest. He, who had long ago decided on his own death, was putting in such extreme effort, hard work, and care solely for the benefit of others, so that once he had ensured their safety, he could end his own life. It was clear that he had made up his mind to die, even if he didn’t show it.
Therefore, having pacified the senators, he complied with the request of the three hundred, and went to them alone without any attendance. They gave him many thanks, and entreated him to employ and trust them for the future; and if they were not Catos, and could not aspire to his greatness of mind, they begged he would pity their weakness; and told him, they had determined to send to Caesar and entreat him, chiefly and in the first place, for Cato, and if they could not prevail for him, they would not accept of pardon for themselves, but as long as they had breath, would fight in his defense. Cato commended their good intentions, and advised them to send speedily, for their own safety, but by no means to ask anything in his behalf; for those who are conquered, entreat, and those who have done wrong, beg pardon; for himself, he did not confess to any defeat in all his life, but rather, so far as he had thought fit, he had got the victory, and had conquered Caesar in all points of justice and honesty. It was Caesar that ought to be looked upon as one surprised and vanquished; for he was now convicted and found guilty of those designs against his country, which he had so long practiced and so constantly denied. When he had thus spoken, he went out of the assembly, and being informed that Caesar was coming with his whole army, “Ah,” said he, “he expects to find us brave men.” Then he went to the senators, and urged them to make no delay, but hasten to be gone, while the horsemen were yet in the city. So ordering all the gates to be shut, except one towards the sea, he assigned their several ships to those that were to depart, and gave money and provision to those that wanted; all which he did with great order and exactness, taking care to suppress all tumults, and that no wrong should be done to the people.
So, after calming the senators down, he agreed to the request of the three hundred and went to meet them alone without any escort. They thanked him profusely and asked him to trust them moving forward; they admitted that while they weren't Catos and couldn’t match his strength of character, they hoped he would understand their weakness. They told him they had decided to send a message to Caesar, primarily pleading for Cato, and if they couldn’t win that for him, they wouldn’t accept a pardon for themselves. Instead, they promised to fight for Cato's defense as long as they were alive. Cato praised their good intentions and advised them to send their message quickly for their own safety but definitely not to ask for anything on his behalf. He pointed out that the conquered plead, and the wrongdoers ask for forgiveness; as for him, he never acknowledged defeat in his life. Instead, he felt he had secured victory, having triumphed over Caesar in terms of justice and integrity. It was Caesar who should be seen as surprised and defeated, for he had been caught and found guilty of the schemes against his country that he had long pursued while consistently denying. After he said this, he left the assembly. When he learned that Caesar was approaching with his entire army, he remarked, “Ah, he thinks he will find us brave.” Then he went to the senators and urged them not to delay but to leave quickly while the cavalry was still in the city. He had all the gates shut except for one leading to the sea, assigned the departing senators their ships, and provided money and supplies to those in need. He managed all this with great organization and precision, ensuring that there were no disturbances and that no harm would come to the people.
Marcus Octavius, coming with two legions, now encamped near Utica, and sent to Cato, to arrange about the chief command. Cato returned him no answer; but said to his friends, “Can we wonder all has gone ill with us, when our love of office survives even in our very ruin?” In the meantime, word was brought him, that the horse were going away, and were beginning to spoil and plunder the citizens. Cato ran to them, and from the first he met, snatched what they had taken; the rest threw down all they had gotten, and went away silent, and ashamed of what they had done. Then he called together all the people of Utica, and requested them upon the behalf of the three hundred, not to exasperate Caesar against them, but all to seek their common safety together with them. After that, he went again to the port, to see those who were about to embark; and there he embraced and dismissed those of his friends and acquaintance whom he had persuaded to go. As for his son, he did not counsel him to be gone, nor did he think fit to persuade him to forsake his father. But there was one Statyllius, a young man, in the flower of his age, of a brave spirit, and very desirous to imitate the constancy of Cato. Cato entreated him to go away, as he was a noted enemy to Caesar, but without success. Then Cato looked at Apollonides, the stoic philosopher, and Demetrius, the peripatetic; “It belongs to you,” said he, “to cool the fever of this young man’s spirit, and to make him know what is good for him.” And thus, in setting his friends upon their way, and in dispatching the business of any that applied to him, he spent that night, and the greatest part of the next day.
Marcus Octavius arrived with two legions and set up camp near Utica. He sent a message to Cato to discuss who would take the lead, but Cato didn't reply. Instead, he told his friends, “Can we be surprised that everything has gone wrong for us when our desire for power persists even in our downfall?” Meanwhile, he was informed that the cavalry was leaving and starting to loot the citizens. Cato ran to confront them and immediately grabbed what they had taken from the first person he saw. The others discarded their loot and left quietly, ashamed of their actions. He then gathered all the people of Utica and urged them, on behalf of the three hundred, not to provoke Caesar against them, but to work together for their common safety. After that, he returned to the port to see off those who were about to depart, embracing and sending off his friends and acquaintances he had convinced to leave. He didn’t urge his son to go, believing it wasn’t right to persuade him to abandon his father. However, there was a young man named Statyllius, full of potential and eager to emulate Cato’s steadfastness. Cato pleaded with him to leave since he was a known enemy of Caesar, but it didn't work. Then Cato turned to Apollonides, the Stoic philosopher, and Demetrius, the Peripatetic, saying, “It’s up to you to calm this young man’s restless spirit and help him see what’s best for him.” Thus, Cato spent that night and most of the following day helping his friends prepare to leave and handling requests from others.
Lucius Caesar, a kinsman of Caesar’s, being appointed to go deputy for the three hundred, came to Cato, and desired he would assist him to prepare a persuasive speech for them; “And as to you yourself,” said he, “it will be an honor for me to kiss the hands and fall at the knees of Caesar, in your behalf.” But Cato would by no means permit him to do any such thing; “For as to myself,” said he, “if I would be preserved by Caesar’s favor, I should myself go to him; but I would not be beholden to a tyrant, for his acts of tyranny. For it is but usurpation in him to save, as their rightful lord, the lives of men over whom he has no title to reign. But if you please, let us consider what you had best say for the three hundred.” And when they had continued some time together, as Lucius was going away, Cato recommended to him his son, and the rest of his friends; and taking him by the hand, bade him farewell.
Lucius Caesar, a relative of Caesar, was appointed to act as a representative for the three hundred. He went to Cato and asked for help in preparing a persuasive speech for them. “And as for you,” he said, “it would be an honor for me to kiss Caesar’s hands and kneel before him on your behalf.” But Cato absolutely refused to let him do that. “As for me,” he said, “if I wanted to rely on Caesar's favor, I would go to him myself. But I won’t owe gratitude to a tyrant for his acts of tyranny. It's nothing but usurpation for him to save the lives of people he has no right to govern. Still, if you’d like, let’s think about what you should say for the three hundred.” After they had talked for a while, as Lucius was about to leave, Cato recommended his son and other friends to him, took his hand, and bid him farewell.
Then he retired to his house again, and called together his son and his friends, to whom he conversed on various subjects; among the rest, he forbade his son to engage himself in the affairs of state. For to act therein as became him, was now impossible; and to do otherwise, would be dishonorable. Toward evening he went into his bath. As he was bathing, he remembered Statyllius, and called out aloud, “Apollonides, have you tamed the high spirit of Statyllius, and is he gone without bidding us farewell?” “No,” said Apollonides, “I have said much to him, but to little purpose; he is still resolute and unalterable, and declares he is determined to follow your example.” At this, it is said, Cato smiled, and answered, “That will soon be tried.”
Then he went back home and gathered his son and friends to talk about various topics; among other things, he told his son not to get involved in politics. It was now impossible for him to act as he should, and doing anything else would be dishonorable. As evening approached, he went for a bath. While he was bathing, he thought about Statyllius and called out loudly, “Apollonides, have you managed to tame the strong spirit of Statyllius, or has he left without saying goodbye?” “No,” replied Apollonides, “I’ve said a lot to him, but it hasn't done much good; he’s still determined and unwavering, and he says he wants to follow your example.” Hearing this, it's said Cato smiled and replied, “We’ll see how that goes.”
After he had bathed, he went to supper, with a great deal of company; at which he sat up, as he had always used to do ever since the battle of Pharsalia; for since that time he never lay down, but when he went to sleep. There supped with him all his own friends and the magistrates of Utica.
After he had bathed, he went to dinner, with a large group of people; he sat up, as he always had since the battle of Pharsalia; from that time on, he never lay down except when he went to sleep. At dinner, all his friends and the officials of Utica joined him.
After supper, the wine produced a great deal of lively and agreeable discourse, and a whole series of philosophical questions was discussed. At length they came to the strange dogmas of the stoics, called their Paradoxes; and to this in particular, That the good man only is free, and that all wicked men are slaves. The peripatetic, as was to be expected, opposing this, Cato fell upon him very warmly; and somewhat raising his voice, he argued the matter at great length, and urged the point with such vehemence, that it was apparent to everybody, he was resolved to put an end to his life, and set himself at liberty. And so, when he had done speaking, there was a great silence, and evident dejection. Cato, therefore, to divert them from any suspicion of his design, turned the conversation, and began again to talk of matters of present interest and expectation, showing great concern for those that were at sea, as also for the others, who, traveling by land, were to pass through a dry and barbarous desert.
After dinner, the wine sparked a lot of lively and enjoyable conversation, and they delved into a series of philosophical questions. Eventually, they got to the unusual beliefs of the Stoics, known as their Paradoxes, particularly the idea that only the good man is free and that all wicked men are slaves. As expected, the Peripatetic disagreed, and Cato strongly challenged him. Raising his voice, he argued passionately and insisted on his point with such intensity that it was clear to everyone he was determined to take his own life and seek freedom. After he finished speaking, there was a heavy silence and obvious sadness. To steer them away from suspecting his intentions, Cato redirected the conversation and began discussing matters of current interest and anticipation, expressing considerable concern for those at sea, as well as for others traveling by land who would need to go through a dry and savage desert.
When the company was broke up, he walked with his friends, as he used to do after supper, gave the necessary orders to the officers of the watch, and going into his chamber, he embraced his son and every one of his friends with more than usual warmth, which again renewed their suspicion of his design. Then laying himself down, he took into his hand Plato’s dialogue concerning the soul. Having read more than half the book, he looked up, and missing his sword, which his son had taken away while he was at supper, he called his servant, and asked, who had taken away his sword. The servant making no answer, he fell to reading again; and a little after, not seeming importunate, or hasty for it, but as if he would only know what was become of it, he bade it be brought. But having waited some time, when he had read through the book, and still nobody brought the sword, he called up all his servants, and in a louder tone demanded his sword. To one of them he gave such a blow in the mouth, that he hurt his own hand; and now grew more angry, exclaiming that he was betrayed and delivered naked to the enemy by his son and his servants. Then his son, with the rest of his friends, came running, into the room, and falling at his feet, began to lament and beseech him. But Cato raising up himself, and looking fiercely, “When,” said he, “and how did I become deranged, and out of my senses, that thus no one tries to persuade me by reason, or show me what is better, if I am supposed to be ill-advised? Must I be disarmed, and hindered from using my own reason? And you, young man, why do not you bind your father’s hands behind him, that when Caesar comes, he may find me unable to defend myself? To dispatch myself I want no sword; I need but hold my breath awhile, or strike my head against the wall.”
When the company broke up, he walked with his friends, like he usually did after dinner, gave the necessary orders to the watch officers, and then went into his room, embracing his son and each of his friends with more warmth than usual, which reignited their suspicions about his intentions. Then, lying down, he picked up Plato’s dialogue about the soul. After reading more than half the book, he looked up and realized his sword was missing, which his son had taken away while he was eating. He called his servant and asked who had taken his sword. The servant didn’t answer, so he went back to reading. After a while, not seeming pushy or in a hurry, but as if he just wanted to know what happened to it, he asked for it to be brought to him. But after waiting some time and finishing the book without anyone bringing the sword, he summoned all his servants and, speaking more loudly, demanded his sword. He struck one of them in the mouth hard enough to hurt his own hand and grew angrier, shouting that he was betrayed and left defenseless by his son and servants. Then his son, along with the rest of his friends, rushed into the room, fell at his feet, and began to cry and plead with him. But Cato got up and, looking fiercely, said, “When and how did I become so irrational, that no one tries to convince me with reason or show me what’s better if I’m supposedly not thinking straight? Must I be disarmed and prevented from using my own judgment? And you, young man, why don’t you tie your father’s hands behind him so that when Caesar comes, he’ll find me unable to defend myself? To end my own life, I don’t need a sword; I just need to hold my breath for a bit or bang my head against the wall.”
When he had thus spoken, his son went weeping out of the chamber, and with him all the rest, except Demetrius and Apollollides, to whom, being left alone with him, he began to speak more calmly. “And you,” said he, “do you also think to keep a man of my age alive by force, and to sit here and silently watch me? Or do you bring me some reasons to prove, that it will not be base and unworthy for Cato, when he can find his safety no other way, to seek it from his enemy? If so, adduce your arguments, and show cause why we should now unlearn what we formerly were taught, in order that rejecting all the convictions in which we lived, we may now by Caesar’s help grow wiser, and be yet more obliged to him, than for life only. Not that I have determined aught concerning myself, but I would have it in my power to perform what I shall think fit to resolve; and I shall not fail to take you as my advisers, in holding counsel, as I shall do, with the doctrines which your philosophy teaches; in the meantime, do not trouble yourselves; but go tell my son, that he should not compel his father to what he cannot persuade him to.” They made him no answer, but went weeping out of the chamber. Then the sword being brought in by a little boy, Cato took it, drew it out, and looked at it; and when he saw the point was good, “Now,” said he, “I am master of myself;” and laying down the sword, he took his book again, which, it is related, he read twice over. After this he slept so soundly, that he was heard to snore by those that were without.
When he finished speaking, his son left the room in tears, followed by everyone else except Demetrius and Apollollides, who stayed behind with him. He began to speak more calmly to them. “And you,” he said, “do you really think you can keep a man my age alive against his will and just sit here silently watching me? Or do you have some reasons to show that it wouldn’t be shameful for Cato, when he can’t find safety any other way, to seek it from his enemy? If so, present your arguments and explain why we should now forget everything we were taught, in order to reject all the beliefs we've lived by and grow wiser with Caesar's help, and feel more indebted to him than just for life itself. Not that I have made any decision regarding myself, but I want to have the option to do what I think is right; I will certainly consider your advice when I hold discussions, as I will do, with the principles your philosophy teaches. In the meantime, don’t worry about it; just go tell my son not to force his father into something that he can’t convince him of.” They didn’t respond but left the room in tears. Then, when a little boy brought in the sword, Cato took it, drew it out, and examined it; seeing that the blade was sharp, he said, “Now, I am in control of my own fate;” and after setting the sword down, he picked up his book again, which he reportedly read twice. Afterwards, he slept so soundly that those outside could hear him snoring.
About midnight, he called up two of his freedmen, Cleanthes, his physician, and Butas, whom he chiefly employed in public business. Him he sent to the port, to see if all his friends had sailed; to the physician he gave his hand to be dressed, as it was swollen with the blow he had struck one of his servants. At this they all rejoiced, hoping that now he designed to live.
About midnight, he called up two of his freedmen, Cleanthes, his doctor, and Butas, who he mainly employed for public affairs. He sent Butas to the port to check if all his friends had set sail; to the doctor, he offered his hand to be treated, as it was swollen from the blow he had given to one of his servants. At this, they all felt relieved, hoping that now he intended to live.
Butas, after a while, returned, and brought word they were all gone except Crassus, who had stayed about some business, but was just ready to depart; he said, also, that the wind was high, and the sea very rough. Cato, on hearing this, sighed, out of compassion to those who were at sea, and sent Butas again, to see if any of them should happen to return for anything they wanted, and to acquaint him therewith.
Butas, after a while, came back and reported that they were all gone except Crassus, who had stayed behind for some business but was about to leave. He also mentioned that the wind was strong and the sea was very rough. When Cato heard this, he sighed in sympathy for those at sea and sent Butas back to check if any of them might return for something they needed and to let him know.
Now the birds began to sing, and he again fell into a little slumber. At length Butas came back, and told him, all was quiet in the port. Then Cato, laying himself down, as if he would sleep out the rest of the night, bade him shut the door after him. But as soon as Butas was gone out, he took his sword, and stabbed it into his breast; yet not being able to use his hand so well, on account of the swelling, he did not immediately die of the wound; but struggling, fell off the bed, and throwing down a little mathematical table that stood by, made such a noise, that the servants, hearing it, cried out. And immediately his son and all his friends came into the chamber, where seeing him lie weltering in his blood, great part of his bowels out of his body, but himself still alive and able to look at them, they all stood in horror. The physician went to him, and would have put in his bowels, which were not pierced, and sewed up the wound; but Cato, recovering himself, and understanding the intention, thrust away the physician, plucked out his own bowels, and tearing open the wound, immediately expired.
Now the birds started to sing, and he drifted off into a brief sleep again. Eventually, Butas returned and told him that everything was quiet at the port. Then Cato, lying down as if he was going to sleep for the rest of the night, asked him to shut the door behind him. But as soon as Butas left, he took his sword and stabbed it into his chest. However, since his hand was swollen, he couldn't use it properly, so he didn't die from the wound right away; instead, he struggled and fell off the bed, knocking over a small mathematical table nearby, making such a loud noise that the servants heard it and cried out. Immediately, his son and all his friends rushed into the room, where they found him lying in a pool of his blood, a large part of his insides exposed, but still alive and able to look at them, filling them with horror. The physician approached him and tried to put his insides back in place and stitch up the wound, but Cato, gathering his strength and realizing the physician's intention, pushed him away, pulled out his own insides, and tore open the wound, and then he died right away.
In less time than one would think his own family could have known this accident, all the three hundred were at the door. And a little after, the people of Utica flocked thither, crying out with one voice, he was their benefactor and their savior, the only free and only undefeated man. At the very same time, they had news that Caesar was coming; yet neither fear of the present danger, nor desire to flatter the conqueror, nor the commotions and discord among themselves, could divert them from doing honor to Cato. For they sumptuously set out his body, made him a magnificent funeral, and buried him by the seaside, where now stands his statue, holding a sword. And only when this had been done, they returned to consider of preserving themselves and their city.
In less time than anyone would think, his own family could have known about the accident, all three hundred of them were at the door. Shortly after, the people of Utica gathered there, shouting together that he was their benefactor and their savior, the only free man and the only undefeated one. At the same time, they heard news that Caesar was coming; yet neither fear of the current threat, nor a desire to flatter the conqueror, nor the unrest and disagreements among themselves could stop them from honoring Cato. They lavishly displayed his body, held an impressive funeral for him, and buried him by the seaside, where his statue now stands, holding a sword. Only after doing this did they turn their attention to figuring out how to protect themselves and their city.
Caesar had been informed that Cato stayed at Utica, and did not seek to fly; that he had sent away the rest of the Romans, but himself, with his son and a few of his friends, continued there very unconcernedly, so that he could not imagine what might be his design. But having a great consideration for the man, he hastened thither with his army. When he heard of his death, it is related he said these words, “Cato, I grudge you your death, as you have grudged me the preservation of your life.” And, indeed, if Cato would have suffered himself to owe his life to Caesar, he would not so much have impaired his own honor, as augmented the other’s glory. What would have been done, of course we cannot know, but from Caesar’s usual clemency, we may guess what was most likely.
Caesar had been told that Cato was at Utica and didn’t try to escape; he had sent away the other Romans, but he, along with his son and a few friends, stayed there without a care, leaving Caesar uncertain about his intentions. Out of respect for the man, he quickly headed there with his army. When he learned of Cato's death, it’s said he remarked, “Cato, I resent your death just as you resented my attempts to save your life.” In reality, if Cato had been willing to owe his life to Caesar, he wouldn’t have tarnished his own honor but would have increased Caesar’s glory. What might have happened, we can’t know for sure, but based on Caesar's typical mercy, we can guess what was most likely.
Cato was forty-eight years old when he died. His son suffered no injury from Caesar; but, it is said, he grew idle, and was thought to be dissipated among women. In Cappadocia, he stayed at the house of Marphadates, one of the royal family there, who had a very handsome wife; and continuing his visit longer than was suitable, he made himself the subject of various epigrams; such as, for example,
Cato was forty-eight years old when he died. His son wasn’t harmed by Caesar; however, it’s said he became lazy and was considered to be wasting his time with women. In Cappadocia, he stayed at the home of Marphadates, a member of the royal family, who had a very attractive wife; and by overstaying his visit, he became the subject of several epigrams, such as, for example,
Tomorrow, (being the thirtieth day),
Cato, ’t is thought, will go away;
Porcius and Marphadates, friends so true,
One Soul, they say, suffices for the two,
Tomorrow, (it will be the thirtieth day),
Cato is expected to leave;
Porcius and Marphadates, such loyal friends,
They say one soul is enough for both of them,
that being the name of the woman, and so again,
that being the name of the woman, and so again,
To Cato’s greatness every one confesses,
A royal Soul he certainly possesses.
To Cato’s greatness everyone admits,
He definitely has a noble spirit.
But all these stains were entirely wiped off by the bravery of his death. For in the battle of Philippi, where he fought for his country’s liberty against Caesar and Antony, when the ranks were breaking, he, scorning to fly, or to escape unknown, called out to the enemy, showed himself to them in the front, and encouraged those of his party who stayed; and at length fell, and left his enemies full of admiration of his valor.
But all these blemishes were completely erased by the courage of his death. In the battle of Philippi, where he fought for his country’s freedom against Caesar and Antony, when the lines were breaking, he, refusing to flee or escape unnoticed, called out to the enemy, revealed himself at the front, and inspired those on his side who remained; and in the end, he fell, leaving his enemies in awe of his bravery.
Nor was the daughter of Cato inferior to the rest of her family, for sober-living and greatness of spirit. She was married to Brutus, who killed Caesar; was acquainted with the conspiracy, and ended her life as became one of her birth and virtue. All which is related in the life of Brutus.
Nor was Cato's daughter any less impressive than the rest of her family when it came to living a disciplined life and having a strong character. She was married to Brutus, who assassinated Caesar; she knew about the conspiracy and ended her life as was fitting for someone of her lineage and honor. All of this is detailed in the life of Brutus.
Statyllius, who said he would imitate Cato, was at that time hindered by the philosophers, when he would have put an end to his life. He afterward followed Brutus, to whom he was very faithful and very serviceable, and died in the field of Philippi.
Statyllius, who claimed he would follow Cato's example, was then stopped by the philosophers when he attempted to take his own life. Later, he joined Brutus, whom he served loyally and effectively, and he died at the Battle of Philippi.
AGIS
The fable of Ixion, who, embracing a cloud instead of Juno, begot the Centaurs, has been ingeniously enough supposed to have been invented to represent to us ambitious men, whose minds, doting on glory, which is a mere image of virtue, produce nothing that is genuine or uniform, but only, as might be expected of such a conjunction, misshapen and unnatural actions. Running after their emulations and passions, and carried away by the impulses of the moment, they may say with the herdsmen, in the tragedy of Sophocles,
The fable of Ixion, who embraced a cloud instead of Juno and fathered the Centaurs, has been cleverly interpreted as a lesson for ambitious men. These individuals, whose minds are obsessed with glory—a mere reflection of true virtue—end up creating nothing genuine or consistent, but rather, as you would expect from such a mix, distorted and unnatural actions. Chasing their ambitions and desires, and swept up by their immediate impulses, they might echo the words of the herdsmen in the tragedy of Sophocles,
We follow these, though born their rightful lords,
And they command us, though they speak no words.
We follow them, even though they were born to be our rightful leaders,
And they command us, even though they don’t say a word.
For this is indeed the true condition of men in public life, who, to gain the vain title of being the people’s leaders and governors, are content to make themselves the slaves and followers of all the people’s humors and caprices. For as the look-out men at the ship’s prow, though they see what is ahead before the men at the helm, yet constantly look back to the pilots there, and obey the orders they give; so these men steered, as I may say, by popular applause, though they bear the name of governors, are in reality the mere underlings of the multitude. The man who is completely wise and virtuous, has no need at all of glory, except so far as it disposes and eases his way to action by the greater trust that it procures him. A young man, I grant, may be permitted, while yet eager for distinction, to pride himself a little in his good deeds; for (as Theophrastus says) his virtues, which are yet tender and, as it were, in the blade, cherished and supported by praises, grow stronger, and take the deeper root. But when this passion is exorbitant, it is dangerous in all men, and in those who govern a commonwealth, utterly destructive. For in the possession of large power and authority, it transports men to a degree of madness; so that now they no more think what is good, glorious, but will have those actions only esteemed good that are glorious. As Phocion, therefore, answered king Antipater, who sought his approbation of some unworthy action, “I cannot be your flatterer, and your friend,” so these men should answer the people, “I cannot govern, and obey you.” For it may happen to the commonwealth, as to the serpent in the fable, whose tail, rising in rebellion against the head, complained, as of a great grievance, that it was always forced to follow, and required that it should be permitted by turns to lead the way. And taking the command accordingly, it soon indicted by its senseless courses mischiefs in abundance upon itself, while the head was torn and lacerated with following, contrary to nature, a guide that was deaf and blind. And such we see to have been the lot of many, who, submitting to be guided by the inclinations of an uninformed and unreasoning multitude, could neither stop, nor recover themselves out of the confusion.
For this is truly the situation of people in public life, who, in order to earn the empty title of being the people's leaders and governors, willingly become slaves and followers of the whims and fancies of the crowd. Just like the lookout men at the front of a ship, who can see what lies ahead before the helmsmen do but constantly look back to follow their orders, these so-called governors, though they are supposed to lead, are actually just subservient to the masses. The truly wise and virtuous person does not need glory, except to the extent that it helps facilitate their actions by gaining greater trust. I agree that a young person, eager for recognition, may be allowed to take some pride in their good deeds; as Theophrastus says, their still-young virtues, which are like tender shoots, thrive and strengthen when supported by praise. However, when this desire for recognition becomes excessive, it can be harmful to everyone, and especially destructive for those who govern a community. With great power and authority, men can lose their minds, no longer caring about what is genuinely good or honorable, but only pursuing actions that are considered glorious. Thus, when Phocion responded to King Antipater, who wanted his endorsement for some unworthy deed, saying, "I cannot be your flatterer or your friend," these leaders should similarly tell the people, "I cannot govern while obeying you." It can happen to a community just like in the fable of the serpent, whose tail rebelled against the head and complained that it always had to follow, demanding to take the lead occasionally. But when it did, it quickly caused chaos for itself with its foolish actions, while the head suffered, following a guide that was both deaf and blind. Many have faced a similar fate, surrendering their direction to the inclinations of an uninformed and irrational crowd, unable to find their way back from the confusion.
This is what has occurred to us to say, of that glory which depends on the voice of large numbers, considering the sad effects of it in the misfortunes of Caius and Tiberius Gracchus, men of noble nature, and whose generous natural dispositions were improved by the best of educations, and who came to the administration of affairs with the most laudable intentions; yet they were ruined, I cannot say by an immoderate desire of glory, but by a more excusable fear of disgrace. For being excessively beloved and favored by the people, they thought it a discredit to them not to make full repayment, endeavoring by new public acts to outdo the honors they had received, and again, because of these new kindnesses, incurring yet further distinctions; till the people and they, mutually inflamed, and vieing thus with each other in honors and benefits, brought things at last to such a pass, that they might say that to engage so far was indeed a folly, but to retreat would now be a shame.
This is what we've come to say about the glory that comes from the support of many people, considering the unfortunate consequences seen in the misfortunes of Caius and Tiberius Gracchus, noble men whose admirable qualities were enhanced by a top-notch education. They entered public service with the best intentions, yet they were brought down, not so much by an excessive craving for glory, but by a more understandable fear of disgrace. Since they were greatly loved and favored by the people, they felt it was dishonorable not to repay that affection, striving through new public actions to surpass the honors they had received. In doing so, they earned even more accolades, until both the people and the Gracchi, caught up in mutual admiration and competition for honors and benefits, reached a point where they believed that to push further was foolish, but to step back would be shameful.
This the reader will easily gather from the story. I will now compare with them two Lacedaemonian popular leaders, the kings Agis and Cleomenes. For they, being desirous also to raise the people, and to restore the noble and just form of government, now long fallen into disuse, incurred the hatred of the rich and powerful, who could not endure to be deprived of the selfish enjoyments to which they were accustomed. These were not indeed brothers by nature, as the two Romans, but they had a kind of brotherly resemblance in their actions and designs, which took a rise from such beginnings and occasions as I am now about to relate.
The reader will easily see this from the story. I will now compare two popular leaders from Sparta, Kings Agis and Cleomenes. They wanted to uplift the people and restore the noble, fair system of government that had fallen out of use for a long time, which made them unpopular with the wealthy and powerful who couldn't stand losing the selfish pleasures they were used to. They weren’t actually brothers by blood, like the two Romans, but they shared a sort of brotherly resemblance in their actions and goals, which originated from the beginnings and circumstances I’m about to explain.
When the love of gold and silver had once gained admittance into the Lacedaemonian commonwealth, it was quickly followed by avarice and baseness of spirit in the pursuit of it, and by luxury, effeminacy, and prodigality in the use. Then Sparta fell from almost all her former virtue and repute, and so continued till the days of Agis and Leonidas, who both together were kings of the Lacedaemonians.
When the desire for gold and silver took hold of the Spartan society, it was soon followed by greed and a decline in values in the chase for wealth, and by excess, weakness, and wastefulness in how it was used. Sparta then lost almost all its former virtue and reputation, remaining that way until the time of Agis and Leonidas, who were both kings of the Spartans.
Agis was of the royal family of Eurypon, son of Eudamidas, and the sixth in descent from Agesilaus, who made the expedition into Asia, and was the greatest man of his time in Greece. Agesilaus left behind him a son called Archidamus, the same who was slain at Mandonium, in Italy, by the Messapians, and who was then succeeded by his eldest son Agis. He being killed by Antipater near Megalopolis, and leaving no issue, was succeeded by his brother Eudamidas; he, by a son called Archidamus; and Archidamus, by another Eudamidas, the father of this Agis of whom we now treat.
Agis was part of the royal family of Eurypon, the son of Eudamidas, and the sixth in line from Agesilaus, who led the campaign into Asia and was the most prominent figure in Greece at that time. Agesilaus had a son named Archidamus, who was killed at Mandonium, in Italy, by the Messapians. He was then succeeded by his eldest son Agis. After Agis was killed by Antipater near Megalopolis and left no children, his brother Eudamidas took over; he had a son named Archidamus, who was succeeded by another Eudamidas, the father of the Agis we are discussing now.
Leonidas, son of Cleonymus, was of the other royal house of the Agiadae, and the eighth in descent from Pausanias, who defeated Mardonius in the battle of Plataea. Pausanias was succeeded by a son called Plistoanax; and he, by another Pausanias, who was banished, and lived as a private man at Tegea; while his eldest son Agesipolis reigned in his place. He, dying without issue, was succeeded by a younger brother, called Cleombrotus, who left two sons; the elder was Agesipolis, who reigned but a short time, and died without issue; the younger, who then became king, was called Cleomenes, and had also two sons, Acrotatus and Cleonymus. The first died before his father, but left a son called Areus, who succeeded, and being slain at Corinth, left the kingdom to his son Acrotatus. This Acrotatus was defeated, and slain near Megalopolis, in a battle against the tyrant Aristodemus; he left his wife big with child, and on her being delivered of a son, Leonidas, son of the above-named Cleonymus, was made his guardian, and as the young king died before becoming a man, he succeeded in the kingdom.
Leonidas, son of Cleonymus, was from the other royal family of the Agiadae and was the eighth in line from Pausanias, who defeated Mardonius in the battle of Plataea. Pausanias was succeeded by his son Plistoanax, who was followed by another Pausanias, who was exiled and lived as a private citizen in Tegea, while his eldest son, Agesipolis, ruled in his stead. Agesipolis died without any children and was succeeded by his younger brother, Cleombrotus, who had two sons. The elder, Agesipolis, reigned for a short time and died without any children; the younger, who then became king, was named Cleomenes, and he also had two sons, Acrotatus and Cleonymus. Acrotatus died before his father but left a son named Areus, who succeeded him. Areus was killed at Corinth, leaving the kingdom to his son Acrotatus. This Acrotatus was defeated and killed near Megalopolis in a battle against the tyrant Aristodemus; he left his wife pregnant, and when she gave birth to a son, Leonidas, son of the aforementioned Cleonymus, became his guardian. Since the young king died before reaching adulthood, Leonidas took over the kingdom.
Leonidas was a king not particularly suitable to his people. For though there were at that time at Sparta a general decline in manners, yet a greater revolt from the old habits appeared in him than in others. For having lived a long time among the great lords of Persia, and been a follower of king Seleucus, he unadvisedly thought to imitate, among Greek institutions and in a lawful government, the pride and assumption usual in those courts. Agis, on the contrary, in fineness of nature and elevation of mind, not only far excelled Leonidas, but in a manner all the kings that had reigned since the great Agesilaus. For though he had been bred very tenderly, in abundance and even in luxury, by his mother Agesistrata and his grandmother Archidamia, who were the wealthiest of the Lacedaemonians, yet before the age of twenty, he renounced all indulgence in pleasures. Withdrawing himself as far as possible from the gaiety and ornament which seemed becoming to the grace of his person, he made it his pride to appear in the coarse Spartan coat. In his meals, his bathings, and in all his exercises, he followed the old Laconian usage, and was often heard to say, he had no desire for the place of king, if he did not hope by means of that authority to restore their ancient laws and discipline.
Leonidas was a king who wasn't really suited for his people. While there was a general decline in behavior at Sparta during that time, he showed an even greater departure from traditional customs than others. Having spent a long time among the powerful lords of Persia and having followed King Seleucus, he mistakenly thought he could adopt the pride and arrogance common in those courts while trying to fit into Greek institutions and a lawful government. In contrast, Agis, with his refined nature and elevated mindset, not only surpassed Leonidas but also all the kings who had ruled since the great Agesilaus. Although he had been raised with great care, abundance, and even luxury by his mother Agesistrata and his grandmother Archidamia—who were among the richest in Lacedaemon—he renounced all indulgence in pleasures before turning twenty. He distanced himself as much as possible from the gaiety and embellishments that would typically suit his looks, choosing instead to take pride in wearing the rough Spartan cloak. In his meals, baths, and all his activities, he adhered to the old Laconian ways and was often heard saying that he had no desire for kingship unless he could use that power to restore their ancient laws and discipline.
The Lacedaemonians might date the beginning of their corruption from their conquest of Athens, and the influx of gold and silver among them that thence ensued. Yet, nevertheless, the number of houses which Lycurgus appointed being still maintained, and the law remaining in force by which everyone was obliged to leave his lot or portion of land entirely to his son, a kind of order and equality was thereby preserved, which still in some degree sustained the state amidst its errors in other respects. But one Epitadeus happening to be ephor, a man of great influence, and of a willful, violent spirit, on some occasion of a quarrel with his son, proposed a decree, that all men should have liberty to dispose of their land by gift in their lifetime, or by their last will and testament. This being promoted by him to satisfy a passion of revenge, and through covetousness consented to by others, and thus enacted for a law, was the ruin of the best state of the commonwealth. For the rich men without scruple drew the estates into their own hands, excluding the rightful heirs from their succession; and all the wealth being centered upon a few, the generality were poor and miserable. Honorable pursuits, for which there was no longer leisure, were neglected; and the state was filled with sordid business, and with hatred and envy of the rich. There did not remain above seven hundred of the old Spartan families, of which perhaps one hundred might have estates in land, the rest were destitute alike of wealth and of honor, were tardy and unperforming in the defense of their country against its enemies abroad, and eagerly watched the opportunity for change and revolution at home.
The Spartans might say their decline started with their conquest of Athens and the subsequent influx of wealth. Still, the number of homes that Lycurgus established was maintained, and the law requiring that everyone leave their land completely to their son remained in effect. This helped preserve some order and equality, which kept the state somewhat stable despite its other issues. However, when Epitadeus, a powerful and impulsive ephor, had a disagreement with his son, he proposed a law allowing everyone to gift their land during their lifetime or through a will. Driven by revenge and greed, he got others to agree, and this law ended up ruining the once-great state. Wealthy individuals easily took control of estates, cutting rightful heirs out of their inheritances. As wealth became concentrated in the hands of a few, the majority lived in poverty and misery. Noble pursuits were abandoned due to a lack of time, and the state became consumed with petty business, along with resentment and envy towards the rich. Only about seven hundred old Spartan families remained, and perhaps only a hundred actually owned land. The rest were lacking in both wealth and honor, slow to defend their country against external threats, and eager for change and upheaval at home.
Agis, therefore, believing it a glorious action, as in truth it was, to equalize and repeople the state, began to sound the inclinations of the citizens. He found the young men disposed beyond his expectation; they were eager to enter with him upon the contest in the cause of virtue, and to fling aside, for freedom’s sake, their old manner of life, as readily as the wrestler does his garment. But the old men, habituated and more confirmed in their vices, were most of them as alarmed at the very name of Lycurgus, as a fugitive slave to be brought back before his offended master. These men could not endure to hear Agis continually deploring the present state of Sparta, and wishing she might be restored to her ancient glory. But on the other side, Lysander, the son of Libys, Mandroclidas, the son of Ecphanes, together with Agesilaus, not only approved his design, but assisted and confirmed him in it. Lysander had a great authority and credit with the people; Mandroclidas was esteemed the ablest Greek of his time to manage an affair and put it in train, and, joined with skill and cunning, had a great degree of boldness. Agesilaus was the king’s uncle, by the mother’s side; an eloquent man, but covetous and voluptuous, who was not moved by considerations of public good, but rather seemed to be persuaded to it by his son Hippomedon, whose courage and signal actions in war had gained him a high esteem and great influence among the young men of Sparta, though indeed the true motive was, that he had many debts, and hoped by this means to be freed from them.
Agis, believing it to be a noble act, as it truly was, to balance and repopulate the state, began to gauge the feelings of the citizens. He found the young men more willing than he expected; they were eager to join him in the fight for virtue and to cast aside their old way of life for the sake of freedom, as easily as a wrestler sheds his robe. However, the older men, more entrenched in their vices, were alarmed at the very mention of Lycurgus, like a runaway slave facing his angry master. These men couldn't stand to hear Agis constantly lamenting Sparta's current state and wishing for its return to its former glory. On the other hand, Lysander, the son of Libys, Mandroclidas, the son of Ecphanes, along with Agesilaus, not only supported his plan but also helped and encouraged him. Lysander had significant influence with the people; Mandroclidas was regarded as the most capable Greek of his time for managing affairs and initiating action, combining skill and cunning with a notable boldness. Agesilaus, the king's maternal uncle, was an eloquent man, but greedy and indulgent, who was not motivated by a sense of public good but seemed persuaded by his son Hippomedon, whose bravery and notable deeds in war had earned him great respect and influence among Sparta's young men, though in reality, his true motive was driven by his many debts and the hope that this might help him escape them.
As soon as Agis had prevailed with his uncle, he endeavored by his mediation to gain his mother also, who had many friends and followers, and a number of persons in her debt in the city, and took a considerable part in public affairs. At the first proposal, she was very averse, and strongly advised her son not to engage in so difficult and so unprofitable an enterprise. But Agesilaus endeavored to possess her, that the thing was not so difficult as she imagined, and that it might, in all likelihood, redound to the advantage of her family; while the king, her son, besought her not for money’s sake to decline assisting his hopes of glory. He told her, he could not pretend to equal other kings in riches, the very followers and menials of the satraps and stewards of Seleucus or Ptolemy abounding more in wealth than all the Spartan kings put together; but if by contempt of wealth and pleasure, by simplicity and magnanimity, he could surpass their luxury and abundance, if he could restore their former equality to the Spartans, then he should be a great king indeed. In conclusion, the mother and the grandmother also were so taken, so carried away with the inspiration, as it were, of the young man’s noble and generous ambition, that they not only consented, but were ready on an occasions to spur him on to a perseverance, and not only sent to speak on his behalf with the men with whom they had an interest, but addressed the other women also, knowing well that the Lacedaemonian wives had always a great power with their husbands, who used to impart to them their state affairs with greater freedom than the women would communicate with the men in the private business of their families. Which was indeed one of the greatest obstacles to this design; for the money of Sparta being most of it in the women’s hands, it was their interest to oppose it, not only as depriving them of those superfluous trifles, in which through want of better knowledge and experience, they placed their chief felicity, but also because they knew their riches were the main support of their power and credit.
As soon as Agis had convinced his uncle, he tried to gain his mother’s support too. She had many friends, followers, and people in debt to her in the city, and she was heavily involved in public affairs. Initially, she was very resistant and strongly advised her son against getting involved in such a difficult and unprofitable venture. But Agesilaus worked to persuade her that it wasn't as hard as she thought and that it could likely benefit their family. The king, her son, urged her not to turn away from helping his ambitions for glory just for financial reasons. He explained that he couldn't match other kings in wealth, as even the servants and underlings of the satraps and stewards like Seleucus or Ptolemy had more riches than all the Spartan kings combined. However, if he could surpass their luxury and abundance through his disdain for wealth and pleasure, along with simplicity and greatness of spirit, and if he could restore the Spartans’ former equality, then he would truly be a great king. In the end, both the mother and the grandmother were so inspired by the young man’s noble and generous ambitions that they not only agreed but were also eager to encourage his perseverance. They not only reached out to speak on his behalf with those they knew, but they also spoke to other women, fully aware that the wives of Lacedaemonian men held significant influence over their husbands, who would often share state matters with them more openly than they would discuss private family issues. This was indeed one of the biggest challenges to the plan, as most of Sparta’s wealth was in the hands of women, making it in their interest to oppose it. They viewed this as a loss of those unnecessary luxuries that brought them happiness due to their lack of better knowledge and experience, and they also understood that their wealth was the key to their power and influence.
Those, therefore, who were of this faction, had recourse to Leonidas, representing to him, how it was his part, as the elder and more experienced, to put a stop to the ill-advised projects of a rash young man. Leonidas, though of himself sufficiently inclined to oppose Agis, durst not openly, for fear of the people, who were manifestly desirous of this change; but underhand he did all he could to discredit and thwart the project, and to prejudice the chief magistrates against him, and on all occasions craftily insinuated, that it was as the price of letting him usurp arbitrary power, that Agis thus proposed to divide the property of the rich among the poor, and that the object of these measures for canceling debts, and dividing the lands, was, not to furnish Sparta with citizens, but purchase him a tyrant’s body-guard.
Those who were part of this faction turned to Leonidas, arguing that it was his responsibility, being older and more experienced, to put a stop to the foolish plans of a reckless young man. Leonidas, although already inclined to oppose Agis, didn’t dare to do so openly out of fear of the people, who clearly wanted this change. However, he secretly did everything he could to undermine and thwart the project, working to turn the chief magistrates against Agis. He often slyly suggested that Agis's proposal to redistribute the wealth of the rich to the poor was a way to repay him for allowing Agis to seize absolute power, and that the real goal behind these measures—like canceling debts and redistributing land—was not to provide Sparta with citizens, but to secure himself a personal army of loyal supporters.
Agis, nevertheless, little regarding these rumors, procured Lysander’s election as ephor; and then took the first occasion of proposing through him his Rhetra to the council, the chief articles of which were these: That every one should be free from their debts; all the lands to be divided into equal portions, those that lay betwixt the watercourse near Pellene and Mount Taygetus, and as far as the cities of Malea and Sellasia, into four thousand five hundred lots, the remainder into fifteen thousand; these last to be shared out among those of the country people who were fit for service as heavy-armed soldiers, the first among the natural born Spartans; and their number also should be supplied from any among the country people or strangers who had received the proper breeding of freemen, and were of vigorous, body and of age for military service. All these were to be divided into fifteen companies, some of four hundred, and some of two, with a diet and discipline agreeable to the laws of Lycurgus.
Agis, however, paid little attention to these rumors and secured Lysander’s election as ephor. He then seized the first opportunity to propose his Rhetra to the council through Lysander. The main points were these: Everyone should be freed from their debts; all the land should be divided into equal portions, with the areas between the watercourse near Pellene and Mount Taygetus, and extending to the cities of Malea and Sellasia, divided into four thousand five hundred lots, while the rest would be split into fifteen thousand. The latter would be allocated to those country people fit for service as heavy-armed soldiers, with priority given to natural-born Spartans. The number of soldiers would also include any country people or outsiders who had received the proper training of freemen and were physically capable and of age for military service. All these individuals were to be organized into fifteen companies, some with four hundred members and some with two, following a diet and discipline in line with the laws of Lycurgus.
This decree being proposed in the council of Elders, met there with opposition; so that Lysander immediately convoked the great assembly of the people, to whom he, Mandroclidas, and Agesilaus made orations, exhorting them that they would not suffer the majesty of Sparta to remain abandoned to contempt, to gratify a few rich men, who lorded it over them; but that they should call to mind the oracles in old time which had forewarned them to beware of the love of money, as the great danger and probable ruin of Sparta, and, moreover, those recently brought from the temple of Pasiphae. This was a famous temple and oracle at Thalamae; and this Pasiphae, some say, was one of the daughters of Atlas, who had by Jupiter a son called Ammon; others are of opinion it was Cassandra, the daughter of king Priam, who, dying in this place, was called Pasiphae, as the revealer of oracles to all men. Phylarchus says, that this was Daphne, the daughter of Amyclas, who, flying from Apollo, was transformed into a laurel, and honored by that god with the gift of prophecy. But be it as it will, it is certain the people were made to apprehend, that this oracle had commanded them to return to their former state of equality settled by Lycurgus. As soon as these had done speaking, Agis stood up, and after a few words, told them he would make the best contribution in his power to the new legislation, which was proposed for their advantage. In the first place, he would divide among them all his patrimony, which was of large extent in tillage and pasture; he would also give six hundred talents in ready money, and his mother, grandmother, and his other friends and relations, who were the richest of the Lacedaemonians, were ready to follow his example.
This proposal was met with opposition at the council of Elders, so Lysander quickly called a large assembly of the people. He, along with Mandroclidas and Agesilaus, gave speeches urging them not to let the dignity of Sparta fall into disregard to please a few wealthy individuals who dominated them. They reminded the crowd of the ancient oracles that had warned them to be cautious of the love for money, which posed a great danger and potential ruin for Sparta. They also referenced the oracles recently retrieved from the temple of Pasiphae, a renowned temple and oracle in Thalamae. Some believe Pasiphae was one of Atlas’s daughters who had a son named Ammon with Jupiter; others think it was Cassandra, daughter of King Priam, who, after her death in this location, was named Pasiphae, the herald of oracles. Phylarchus claims she was Daphne, daughter of Amyclas, who, fleeing from Apollo, was transformed into a laurel tree and honored by that god with the gift of prophecy. Regardless, it was clear that the people understood this oracle had directed them to return to the state of equality established by Lycurgus. Once they finished speaking, Agis stood up and, after a few words, announced his commitment to the proposed new legislation for their benefit. He stated he would distribute all his inheritance, which included significant farmland and grazing land, and he would also contribute six hundred talents in cash. His mother, grandmother, and other wealthy relatives from Lacedaemon were ready to follow his lead.
The people were transported with admiration of the young man’s generosity, and with joy, that after three hundred years’ interval, at last there had appeared a king worthy of Sparta. But, on the other side, Leonidas was now more than ever averse, being sensible that he and his friends would be obliged to contribute with their riches, and yet all the honor and obligation would redound to Agis. He asked him then before them all, whether Lycurgus were not in his opinion a wise man, and a lover of his country. Agis answering he was, “And when did Lycurgus,” replied Leonidas, “cancel debts, or admit strangers to citizenship, — he who thought the commonwealth not secure unless from time to time the city was cleared of all strangers?” To this Agis replied, “It is no wonder that Leonidas, who was brought up and married abroad, and has children by a wife taken out of a Persian court, should know little of Lycurgus or his laws. Lycurgus took away both debts and loans, by taking away money; and objected indeed to the presence of men who were foreign to the manners and customs of the country, not in any case from an ill-will to their persons, but lest the example of their lives and conduct should infect the city with the love of riches, and of delicate and luxurious habits. For it is well known that he himself gladly kept Terpander, Thales, and Pherecycles, though they were strangers, because he perceived they were in their poems and in their philosophy of the same mind with him. And you that are wont to praise Ecprepes, who, being ephor, cut with his hatchet two of the nine strings from the instrument of Phrynis, the musician, and to commend those who afterwards imitated him, in cutting the strings of Timotheus’s harp, with what face can you blame us, for designing to cut off superfluity and luxury and display from the commonwealth? Do you think those men were so concerned only about a lute-string, or intended anything else than to check in music that same excess and extravagance which rule in our present lives and manners, and have disturbed and destroyed all the harmony and order of our city?”
The people were filled with admiration for the young man’s generosity and joy that, after three hundred years, a king worthy of Sparta had finally emerged. However, Leonidas grew even more reluctant, understanding that he and his friends would have to contribute their wealth while all the honor and recognition would go to Agis. He then asked Agis in front of everyone if he didn’t think Lycurgus was a wise man and a patriot. Agis replied that he was, to which Leonidas responded, “And when did Lycurgus cancel debts or grant citizenship to outsiders? He believed that the state would not be secure unless the city was periodically cleansed of all foreigners.” Agis answered, “It’s no surprise that Leonidas, who was raised and married outside Sparta and has children with a woman from a Persian court, knows little about Lycurgus or his laws. Lycurgus eliminated both debts and loans by removing money entirely. He was opposed to having men present who were not familiar with the customs and traditions of our land, not because he held any grudge against them, but to prevent the example of their lifestyles from infecting our city with the desire for wealth and luxurious living. It's well known that he welcomed Terpander, Thales, and Pherecycles, even though they were foreigners, because he recognized that their poetry and philosophy aligned with his own views. And you, who often praise Ecprepes for cutting two of the nine strings from Phrynis’s instrument with his hatchet when he was ephor, and admire others who later followed suit by cutting strings from Timotheus’s harp, how can you criticize us for wanting to eliminate excess, luxury, and ostentation from our society? Do you think those men were only concerned about a lute string, or were they trying to curb the same excess and extravagance in music that pervades our current lives and has disrupted the harmony and order of our city?”
From this time forward, as the common people followed Agis, so the rich men adhered to Leonidas. They be sought him not to forsake their cause; and with persuasions and entreaties so far prevailed with the council of Elders, whose power consisted in preparing all laws before they were proposed to the people, that the designed Rhetra was rejected, though but by only one vote. Whereupon Lysander, who was still ephor, resolving to be revenged on Leonidas, drew up an information against him, grounded on two old laws: the one forbids any of the blood of Hercules to raise up children by a foreign woman, and the other makes it capital for a Lacedaemonian to leave his country to settle among foreigners. Whilst he set others on to manage this accusation, he with his colleagues went to observe the sign, which was a custom they had, and performed in this manner. Every ninth year, the ephors, choosing a starlight night, when there is neither cloud nor moon, sit down together in quiet and silence, and watch the sky. And if they chance to see the shooting of a star, they presently pronounce their king guilty of some offense against the gods, and thereupon he is immediately suspended from all exercise of regal power, till he is relieved by an oracle from Delphi or Olympia.
From this point on, while the common people rallied behind Agis, the wealthy supported Leonidas. They urged him not to abandon their cause, and through persuasion and requests, they managed to influence the council of Elders, who were responsible for drafting all laws before they were presented to the people. As a result, the proposed Rhetra was rejected, though it was only by one vote. In response, Lysander, who was still an ephor, decided to take revenge on Leonidas. He prepared a case against him based on two old laws: one that prohibits anyone of Hercules' blood from having children with a foreign woman, and another that makes it a capital offense for a Lacedaemonian to leave his country to settle among foreigners. While he had others handle the accusation, he and his colleagues went to observe the sign, a customary practice they followed. Every ninth year, the ephors would choose a clear starlit night with no clouds or moon, sit down together in silence, and watch the sky. If they happened to see a shooting star, they would immediately declare their king guilty of some offense against the gods, and as a result, he would be suspended from all royal duties until he received relief from an oracle at Delphi or Olympia.
Lysander, therefore, assured the people, he had seen a star shoot, and at the same time Leonidas was cited to answer for himself. Witnesses were produced to testify he had married an Asian woman, bestowed on him by one of king Seleucus’s lieutenants; that he had two children by her, but she so disliked and hated him, that, against his wishes, flying from her, he was in a manner forced to return to Sparta, where, his predecessor dying without issue, he took upon him the government. Lysander, not content with this, persuaded also Cleombrotus to lay claim to the kingdom. He was of the royal family, and son-in-law to Leonidas; who, fearing now the event of this process, fled as a suppliant to the temple of Minerva of the Brazen House, together with his daughter, the wife of Cleombrotus; for she in this occasion resolved to leave her husband, and to follow her father. Leonidas being again cited, and not appearing, they pronounced a sentence of deposition against him, and made Cleombrotus king in his place.
Lysander assured the people that he had witnessed a shooting star, and at the same time, Leonidas was called to defend himself. Witnesses were brought forward to testify that he had married an Asian woman, whom one of King Seleucus’s lieutenants had given to him; that he had two children with her, but she disliked him so much that, against his wishes, he was essentially forced to flee back to Sparta. There, with his predecessor dying without an heir, he took over the government. Not satisfied with this, Lysander also convinced Cleombrotus to claim the throne. Cleombrotus was part of the royal family and the son-in-law of Leonidas; who, now fearing the outcome of this situation, sought refuge at the temple of Minerva of the Brazen House, along with his daughter, Cleombrotus's wife. She decided to leave her husband and follow her father. When Leonidas was summoned again and did not show up, they issued a ruling against him and made Cleombrotus king in his stead.
Soon after this revolution, Lysander, his year expiring, went out of his office, and new ephors were chosen, who gave Leonidas assurance of safety, and cited Lysander and Mandroclidas to answer for having, contrary to law, canceled debts, and designed a new division of lands. They, seeing themselves in danger, had recourse to the two kings, and represented to them, how necessary it was for their interest and safety to act with united authority and bid defiance to the ephors. For, indeed, the power of the ephors, they said, was only grounded on the dissensions of the kings, it being their privilege, when the kings differed in opinion, to add their suffrage to whichever they judged to have given the best advice; but when the two kings were unanimous, none ought or durst resist their authority, the magistrate, whose office it was to stand as umpire when they were at variance, had no call to interfere when they were of one mind. Agis and Cleombrotus, thus persuaded, went together with their friends into the market-place, where, removing the ephors from their seats, they placed others in their room of whom Agesilaus was one; proceeding then to arm a company of young men, and releasing many out of prison; so that those of the contrary faction began to be in great fear of their lives; but there was no blood spilt. On the contrary, Agis, having notice that Agesilaus had ordered a company of soldiers to lie in wait for Leonidas, to kill him as he fled to Tegea, immediately sent some of his followers to defend him, and to convey him safely into that city.
Soon after this revolution, Lysander completed his term in office, and new ephors were elected. They assured Leonidas of his safety and summoned Lysander and Mandroclidas to answer for illegally canceling debts and planning a new land division. Realizing they were in danger, they turned to the two kings and argued that it was essential for their interests and safety to act together and oppose the ephors. They explained that the power of the ephors relied solely on the conflicts between the kings. When the kings disagreed, the ephors could add their vote to whichever king they believed had the better argument. However, when both kings were in agreement, no one should or would dare challenge their authority; the magistrate, who mediated their disputes, had no reason to intervene when they were united. Agis and Cleombrotus, convinced by this reasoning, went with their allies to the marketplace, where they removed the ephors from their positions and replaced them with others, including Agesilaus. They then armed a group of young men and released many from prison. This caused great fear among their opponents, but no blood was shed. On the contrary, when Agis learned that Agesilaus had sent soldiers to ambush Leonidas and kill him as he fled to Tegea, he quickly dispatched some of his followers to protect him and escort him safely to that city.
Thus far all things proceeded prosperously, none daring to oppose; but through the sordid weakness of one man these promising beginnings were blasted, and a most noble and truly Spartan purpose overthrown and ruined, by the love of money. Agesilaus, as we said, was much in debt, though in possession of one of the largest and best estates in land; and while he gladly joined in this design to be quit of his debts, he was not at all willing to part with his land. Therefore he persuaded Agis, that if both these things should be put in execution at the same time, so great and so sudden an alteration might cause some dangerous commotion; but if debts were in the first place canceled, the rich men would afterwards more easily be prevailed with to part with their land. Lysander, also, was of the same opinion, being deceived in like manner by the craft of Agesilaus; so that all men were presently commanded to bring in their bonds, or deeds of obligation, by the Lacedaemonians called Claria, into the market-place, where being laid together in a heap, they set fire to them. The wealthy, money-lending people, one may easily imagine, beheld it with a heavy heart; but Agesilaus told them scoffingly, his eyes had never seen so bright and so pure a flame.
So far, everything was going well, and no one dared to oppose it. But the selfish weakness of one man ruined these promising beginnings and completely overturned a noble and truly Spartan goal because of the love of money. Agesilaus, as we mentioned, was in significant debt, even though he owned one of the largest and best estates. While he was eager to get rid of his debts, he was not at all willing to give up his land. So, he convinced Agis that if both actions were carried out at the same time, such a drastic and sudden change could lead to some dangerous unrest. However, if the debts were canceled first, the wealthy would be more willing to part with their land later. Lysander agreed, having been similarly misled by Agesilaus’s schemes. As a result, everyone was ordered to bring in their bonds, or deeds of obligation, called Claria by the Lacedaemonians, to the marketplace, where they were collected in a heap and set on fire. One can easily imagine that the wealthy moneylenders watched it with heavy hearts, but Agesilaus mockingly told them he had never seen such a bright and pure flame.
And now the people pressed earnestly for an immediate division of lands; the kings also had ordered it should be done; but Agesilaus, sometimes pretending one difficulty, and sometimes another, delayed the execution, till an occasion happened to call Agis to the wars. The Achaeans, in virtue of a defensive treaty of alliance, sent to demand succors, as they expected every day that the Aetolians would attempt to enter Peloponnesus, from the territory of Megara. They had sent Aratus, their general, to collect forces to hinder this incursion. Aratus wrote to the ephors, who immediately gave order that Agis should hasten to their assistance with the Lacedaemonian auxiliaries. Agis was extremely pleased to see the zeal and bravery of those who went with him upon this expedition. They were for the most part young men, and poor; and being just released from their debts and set at liberty, and hoping on their return to receive each man his lot of land, they followed their king with wonderful alacrity. The cities through which they passed, were in admiration to see how they marched from one end of Peloponnesus to the other, without the least disorder, and, in a manner, without being heard. It gave the Greeks occasion to discourse with one another, how great might be the temperance and modesty of a Laconian army in old time, under their famous captains Agesilaus, Lysander, or Leonidas, since they saw such discipline and exact obedience under a leader who perhaps was the youngest man all the army. They saw also how he was himself content to fare hardly, ready to undergo any labors, and not to be distinguished by pomp or richness of habit or arms from the meanest of his soldiers; and to people in general it was an object of regard and admiration. But rich men viewed the innovation with dislike and alarm, lest haply the example might spread, and work changes to their prejudice in their own countries as well.
And now the people were really pushing for an immediate division of lands; the kings had also ordered it to be done. However, Agesilaus, sometimes citing one issue and sometimes another, delayed the execution until an opportunity arose that called Agis to the wars. The Achaeans, under a defensive alliance, sent a request for help, as they expected the Aetolians to try to invade Peloponnesus from the territory of Megara. They had sent Aratus, their general, to gather forces to prevent this incursion. Aratus wrote to the ephors, who quickly ordered Agis to rush to their aid with the Lacedaemonian reinforcements. Agis was very pleased to see the enthusiasm and courage of those who joined him on this mission. Most of them were young and poor; having just been freed from their debts and seeking to earn their share of land upon their return, they followed their king with great eagerness. The cities they passed through were amazed to witness how they marched from one end of Peloponnesus to the other, with hardly any disorder and almost silently. This led the Greeks to discuss how disciplined and humble a Laconian army must have been in the past under their famous leaders Agesilaus, Lysander, or Leonidas, since they saw such discipline and obedience under a leader who was probably the youngest in the entire army. They also observed how Agis himself was willing to endure hardships, ready to take on any challenges, and did not distinguish himself with fancy clothing or weapons from the least of his soldiers, which was a source of respect and admiration. However, wealthy individuals viewed this change with concern and alarm, fearing that the example might spread and bring about changes that would negatively affect them in their own countries.
Agis joined Aratus near the city of Corinth, where it was still a matter of debate whether or no it were expedient to give the enemy battle. Agis, on this occasion, showed great forwardness and resolution, yet without temerity or presumption. He declared it was his opinion they ought to fight, thereby to hinder the enemy from passing the gates of Peloponnesus, but, nevertheless, he would submit to the judgment of Aratus, not only as the elder and more experienced captain, but as he was general of the Achaeans, whose forces he would not pretend to command, but was only come thither to assist them. I am not ignorant that Baton of Sinope, relates it in another manner; he says, Aratus would have fought, and that Agis was against it; but it is certain he was mistaken, not having read what Aratus himself wrote in his own justification, that knowing the people had wellnigh got in their harvest, he thought it much better to let the enemy pass, than put all to the hazard of a battle. And therefore, giving thanks to the confederates for their readiness, he dismissed them. And Agis, not without having gained a great deal of honor, returned to Sparta, where he found the people in disorder, and a new revolution imminent, owing to the ill government of Agesilaus.
Agis met up with Aratus near the city of Corinth, where there was still debate about whether it was wise to engage the enemy in battle. On this occasion, Agis displayed great eagerness and determination, but without rashness or arrogance. He expressed his belief that they should fight to prevent the enemy from entering Peloponnesus. However, he was willing to defer to Aratus, not only because he was older and more experienced but also because he was the general of the Achaeans, whose forces he didn’t intend to command but had come to support. I am aware that Baton of Sinope tells it differently; he claims that Aratus wanted to fight, while Agis was opposed. However, it’s clear he was mistaken, having not read what Aratus himself wrote to justify his decision. He believed it was better to let the enemy pass rather than risk everything in battle, especially since the people were nearly done with their harvest. So, after thanking the allies for their readiness, he dismissed them. Agis, having earned a lot of honor, returned to Sparta, where he found the people in turmoil and a new upheaval looming due to Agesilaus's poor leadership.
For he, being now one of the ephors, and freed from the fear which formerly kept him in some restraint, forbore no kind of oppression which might bring in gain. Among other things, he exacted a thirteenth month’s tax, whereas the usual cycle required at this time no such addition to the year. For these and other reasons fearing those whom he injured, and knowing how he was hated by the people, he thought it necessary to maintain a guard, which always accompanied him to the magistrate’s office. And presuming now on his power, he was grown so insolent, that of the two kings, the one he openly contemned, and if he showed any respect towards Agis, would have it thought rather an effect of his near relationship, than any duty or submission to the royal authority. He gave it out also, that he was to continue ephor the ensuing year.
Since he was now one of the ephors and no longer constrained by the fear that once held him back, he engaged in all sorts of oppression for personal gain. Among other things, he imposed a thirteenth month’s tax, even though the usual cycle at this time didn’t require any such addition to the year. Because of this and other actions, he feared those he wronged and knew he was despised by the people, so he felt it necessary to keep a guard that always accompanied him to the magistrate’s office. Feeling empowered now, he became so arrogant that, out of the two kings, he openly disrespected one, and if he showed any respect toward Agis, he wanted it to be seen more as a result of their relationship than any obligation or submission to royal authority. He also claimed that he would continue as ephor for the following year.
His enemies, therefore, alarmed by this report, lost no time in risking an attempt against him; and openly bringing hack Leonidas from Tegea, reestablished him in the kingdom, to which even the people, highly incensed for having been defrauded in the promised division of lands, willingly consented. Agesilaus himself would hardly have escaped their fury, if his son, Hippomedon, whose manly virtues made him dear to all, had not saved him out of their hands, and then privately conveyed him from the city.
His enemies, alarmed by this news, wasted no time trying to take him down; they openly brought back Leonidas from Tegea and restored him to the throne, which even the people, furious about being cheated out of the promised land distribution, agreed to. Agesilaus himself would have barely escaped their anger if his son, Hippomedon, whose strong character made him beloved by everyone, hadn't rescued him and secretly taken him out of the city.
During this commotion, the two kings fled, Agis to the temple of the Brazen House, and Cleombrotus to that of Neptune. For Leonidas was more incensed against his son-in-law; and leaving Agis alone, went with his soldiers to Cleombrotus’s sanctuary, and there with great passion reproached him for having, though he was his son-in-law, conspired with his enemies, usurped his throne, and forced him from his country. Cleombrotus, having little to say for himself, sat silent. His wife, Chilonis, the daughter of Leonidas, had chosen to follow her father in his sufferings; for when Cleombrotus usurped the kingdom, she forsook him, and wholly devoted herself to comfort her father in his affliction; whilst he still remained in Sparta, she remained also, as a suppliant, with him, and when he fled, she fled with him, bewailing his misfortune, and extremely displeased with Cleombrotus. But now, upon this turn of fortune, she changed in like manner, and was seen sitting now, as a suppliant, with her husband, embracing him with her arms, and having her two little children beside her. All men were full of wonder at the piety and tender affection of the young woman, who, pointing to her robes and her hair, both alike neglected and unattended to, said to Leonidas, “I am not brought, my father, to this condition you see me in, on account of the present misfortunes of Cleombrotus; my mourning habit is long since familiar to me. It was put on to condole with you in your banishment; and now you are restored to your country, and to your kingdom, must I still remain in grief and misery? Or would you have me attired in my royal ornaments, that I may rejoice with you, when you have killed, within my arms, the man to whom you gave me for a wife? Either Cleombrotus must appease you by mine and my children’s tears, or he must suffer a punishment greater than you propose for his faults, and shall see me, whom he loves so well, die before him. To what end should I live, or how shall I appear among the Spartan women, when it shall so manifestly be seen, that I have not been able to move to compassion either a husband or a father? I was born, it seems, to participate in the ill fortune and in the disgrace, both as a wife and a daughter, of those nearest and dearest to me. As for Cleombrotus, I sufficiently surrendered any honorable plea on his behalf, when I forsook him to follow you; but you yourself offer the fairest excuse for his proceedings, by showing to the world that for the sake of a kingdom, it is just to kill a son-in-law, and be regardless of a daughter.” Chilonis, having ended this lamentation, rested her face on her husband’s head, and looked round with her weeping and woebegone eyes upon those who stood be fore her.
During all this chaos, the two kings ran away—Agis headed to the temple of the Brazen House, while Cleombrotus went to Neptune's temple. Leonidas was more furious with his son-in-law; leaving Agis behind, he went with his soldiers to Cleombrotus's sanctuary and passionately accused him of conspiring with his enemies, taking his throne, and forcing him out of his own country, even though he was his son-in-law. Cleombrotus had little to say in his defense and sat in silence. His wife, Chilonis, the daughter of Leonidas, chose to support her father in his suffering; when Cleombrotus took over the kingdom, she abandoned him to fully devote herself to comforting her father during his hardship. While he remained in Sparta, she stayed with him as a supplicant, and when he fled, she fled alongside him, mourning his misfortune and deeply frustrated with Cleombrotus. But now, with this change in fortune, she switched her loyalty and was seen sitting as a supplicant with her husband, embracing him while their two small children were beside her. Everyone was amazed at the devotion and love of the young woman, who, pointing to her disheveled robes and hair, said to Leonidas, “I’m not in this state because of Cleombrotus’s current troubles; I've worn this mourning attire long before now. I put it on to express my sorrow for your exile; now that you are back in your country and on your throne, should I continue to live in grief and misery? Or do you want me dressed in my royal attire so I can celebrate with you while you kill the man you gave me as a husband? Either Cleombrotus must find a way to appease you through my tears and those of our children, or he should face an even greater punishment than you plan for him and watch me, whom he loves so much, die in front of him. What reason do I have to live, or how can I show my face among Spartan women when it’s clear that I couldn’t sway either a husband or a father to show compassion? It seems I was destined to share the misfortune and disgrace of those I love most, both as a wife and a daughter. As for Cleombrotus, I’ve already given up any honorable defense for him by leaving him to follow you; but you make the best excuse for his actions by showing that for a kingdom, it’s acceptable to kill a son-in-law and ignore a daughter.” After finishing her lament, Chilonis rested her face on her husband's head and looked around with her tear-filled, sorrowful eyes at the people standing before her.
Leonidas, touched with compassion, withdrew a while to advise with his friends; then returning, bade Cleombrotus leave the sanctuary and go into banishment; Chilonis, he said, ought to stay with him, it not being just she should forsake a father whose affection had granted to her intercession the life of her husband. But all he could say would not prevail. She rose up immediately, and taking one of her children in her arms, gave the other to her husband; and making her reverence to the altar of the goddess, went out and followed him. So that, in a word, if Cleombrotus were not utterly blinded by ambition, he must surely choose to be banished with so excellent a woman rather than without her to possess a kingdom.
Leonidas, feeling compassionate, stepped aside for a moment to consult with his friends; then he returned and told Cleombrotus to leave the sanctuary and go into exile. He said Chilonis should stay with him, as it wouldn’t be fair for her to abandon a father who had pleaded for the life of her husband. But no matter what he said, it didn’t convince her. She immediately stood up, took one of her children in her arms, gave the other to her husband, and after bowing to the altar of the goddess, she went out and followed him. In short, if Cleombrotus wasn’t completely blinded by ambition, he would surely choose to be exiled with such an extraordinary woman rather than remain without her to rule a kingdom.
Cleombrotus thus removed, Leonidas proceeded also to displace the ephors, and to choose others in their room; then he began to consider how he might entrap Agis. At first, he endeavored by fair means to persuade him to leave the sanctuary, and partake with him in the kingdom. The people, he said, would easily pardon the errors of a young man, ambitious of glory, and deceived by the craft of Agesilaus. But finding Agis was suspicious, and not to be prevailed with to quit his sanctuary, he gave up that design; yet what could not then be effected by the dissimulation of an enemy, was soon after brought to pass by the treachery of friends.
Cleombrotus gone, Leonidas also set out to remove the ephors and replace them with others. Next, he started thinking about how to trap Agis. At first, he tried to persuade him to leave the sanctuary and join him in the kingdom by appealing to him. He claimed that the people would easily forgive the mistakes of a young man eager for glory and misled by Agesilaus's trickery. But when he realized that Agis was wary and wouldn't leave his sanctuary, he abandoned that plan. However, what couldn't be achieved by the deceit of an enemy was soon accomplished through the betrayal of friends.
Amphares, Damochares, and Arcesilaus often visited Agis, and he was so confident of their fidelity that after a while he was prevailed with to accompany them to the baths, which were not far distant, they constantly returning to see him safe again in the temple. They were all three his familiars; and Amphares had borrowed a great deal of plate and rich household stuff from Agesistrata, and hoped if he could destroy her and the whole family, he might peaceably enjoy those goods. And he, it is said, was the readiest of all to serve the purposes of Leonidas, and being one of the ephors, did all he could to incense the rest of his colleagues against Agis. These men, therefore, finding that Agis would not quit his sanctuary, but on occasion would venture from it to go to the bath, resolved to seize him on the opportunity thus given them. And one day as he was returning, they met and saluted him as formerly, conversing pleasantly by the way, and jesting, as youthful friends might, till coming to the turning of a street which led to the prison, Amphares, by virtue of his office, laid his hand on Agis, and told him, “You must go with me, Agis, before the other ephors, to answer for your misdemeanors.” At the same time, Damochares, who was a tall, strong man, drew his cloak tight round his neck, and dragged him after by it, whilst the others went behind to thrust him on. So that none of Agis’s friends being near to assist him, nor anyone by, they easily got him into the prison, where Leonidas was already arrived, with a company of soldiers, who strongly guarded all the avenues; the ephors also came in, with as many of the Elders as they knew to be true to their party, being desirous to proceed with some resemblance of justice. And thus they bade him give an account of his actions. To which Agis, smiling at their dissimulation, answered not a word. Amphares told him, it was more seasonable to weep, for now the time was come in which he should be punished for his presumption. Another of the ephors, as though he would be more favorable, and offering as it were an excuse, asked him whether he was not forced to what he did by Agesilaus and Lysander. But Agis answered, he had not been constrained by any man, nor had any other intent in what he did, but only to follow the example of Lycurgus, and to govern conformably to his laws. The same ephor asked him, whether now at least he did not repent his rashness. To which the young man answered, that though he were to suffer the extremest penalty for it, yet he could never repent of so just and so glorious a design. Upon this they passed sentence of death on him, and bade the officers carry him to the Dechas, as it is called, a place in the prison where they strangle malefactors. And when the officers would not venture to lay hands on him, and the very mercenary soldiers declined it, believing it an illegal and a wicked act to lay violent hands on a king, Damochares, threatening and reviling them for it, himself thrust him into the room.
Amphares, Damochares, and Arcesilaus often visited Agis, and he was so confident in their loyalty that eventually he agreed to go with them to the nearby baths, as they frequently returned to ensure he was safe in the temple. All three were familiar with him; Amphares had borrowed a lot of valuable silverware and rich household items from Agesistrata, hoping that if he could get rid of her and her entire family, he could peacefully enjoy those possessions. It’s said that he was the most eager to serve Leonidas's interests and, as one of the ephors, he did everything he could to incite the others against Agis. Seeing that Agis wouldn’t leave his sanctuary but would occasionally venture out to the baths, they decided to seize him at this opportunity. One day, as Agis was coming back, they greeted him and chatted pleasantly, joking like young friends until they reached a street corner that led to the prison. Amphares, using his authority, put his hand on Agis and said, “You have to come with me, Agis, to answer to the other ephors for your misdeeds.” At the same time, Damochares, a tall and strong man, tightened his cloak around his neck and pulled him along by it, while the others pushed him from behind. With none of Agis's friends nearby to help, they easily got him into the prison, where Leonidas had already arrived with a group of soldiers guarding all the exits; the ephors also came along with several Elders known to be loyal to their side, wanting to maintain at least an appearance of justice. They demanded that he explain his actions. Agis, smiling at their pretense, said nothing. Amphares told him it would be better to cry, as the time had come for him to be punished for his arrogance. Another ephor, seemingly trying to be more lenient and offering an excuse, asked him if he wasn't compelled in his actions by Agesilaus and Lysander. Agis replied that he hadn’t been forced by anyone and that his only intention in what he did was to follow the example of Lycurgus and to govern according to his laws. The same ephor then asked him if he didn’t regret his rashness now. Agis responded that even if he were to face the harshest punishment for it, he would never regret such a just and glorious plan. As a result, they sentenced him to death and ordered the guards to take him to the Dechas, a spot in the prison where they strangle criminals. When the guards hesitated to touch him, and even the mercenary soldiers refused, believing it was illegal and wrong to lay hands on a king, Damochares threatened and insulted them for their hesitation and forcibly shoved him into the room.
For by this time the news of his being seized had reached many parts of the city, and there was a concourse of people with lights and torches about the prison gates, and in the midst of them the mother and the grandmother of Agis, crying out with a loud voice, that their king ought to appear, and to be heard and judged by the people. But this clamor, instead of preventing, hastened his death; his enemies fearing, if the tumult should increase, he might be rescued during the night out of their hands.
By this time, the news of his arrest had spread throughout many parts of the city, and a crowd of people with lights and torches gathered around the prison gates. In the midst of them were Agis's mother and grandmother, shouting loudly that their king should appear and be heard and judged by the people. However, this outcry, instead of stopping it, sped up his death; his enemies feared that if the unrest grew, he might be rescued from their grasp during the night.
Agis, being now at the point to die, perceived one of the officers bitterly bewailing his misfortune; “Weep not, friend,” said he, “for me, who die innocent, by the lawless act of wicked men. My condition is much better than theirs.” As soon as he had spoken these words, not showing the least sign of fear, he offered his neck to the noose.
Agis, now facing death, saw one of the officers grieving loudly over his misfortune. “Don’t cry for me, my friend,” he said, “for I die innocent, at the hands of ruthless men. My situation is much better than theirs.” After he said this, without showing any fear, he offered his neck to the noose.
Immediately after he was dead, Amphares went out of the prison gate, where he found Agesistrata, who, believing him still the same friend as before, threw herself at his feet. He gently raised her up, and assured her, she need not fear any further violence or danger of death for her son, and that if she pleased, she might go in and see him. She begged her mother might also have the favor to be admitted, and he replied, nobody should hinder it. When they were entered, he commanded the gate should again be locked, and Archidamia, the grandmother, to be first introduced; she was now grown very old, and had lived all her days in the highest repute among her fellows. As soon as Amphares thought she was dispatched, he told Agesistrata she might now go in if she pleased. She entered, and beholding her son’s body stretched on the ground, and her mother hanging by the neck, the first thing she did was, with her own hands, to assist the officers in taking down the body; then covering it decently, she laid it out by her son’s, whom then embracing, and kissing his cheeks, “O my son,” said she, “it was thy too great mercy and goodness which brought thee and us to ruin.” Amphares, who stood watching behind the door, on hearing this, broke in, and said angrily to her, “ Since you approve so well of your son’s actions, it is fit you should partake in his reward.” She, rising up to offer herself to the noose, said only, “I pray that it may redound to the good of Sparta.”
Immediately after he died, Amphares exited the prison gate where he found Agesistrata, who, thinking he was still her friend, fell at his feet. He gently helped her up and assured her that she didn’t have to fear any more violence or danger for her son, and that if she wanted, she could go in and see him. She asked if her mother could also be allowed in, and he replied that no one would stop it. Once they entered, he ordered the gate to be locked again, and Archidamia, the grandmother, to be brought in first; she was very old now and had lived her life in high regard among her peers. Once Amphares thought she was taken care of, he told Agesistrata she could go in if she liked. She entered and saw her son’s body lying on the ground and her mother hanging by the neck. The first thing she did was help the officers take down the body; then, covering it respectfully, she laid it next to her son’s. Embracing him and kissing his cheeks, she said, “O my son, it was your too great mercy and goodness that brought us all to ruin.” Amphares, watching from behind the door, overheard this and angrily said to her, “Since you think so highly of your son’s actions, it’s only right that you share in his reward.” She rose to offer herself to the noose, saying only, “I hope it brings good to Sparta.”
And now the three bodies being exposed to view, and the fact divulged, no fear was strong enough to hinder the people from expressing their abhorrence of what was done, and their detestation of Leonidas and Amphares, the contrivers of it. So wicked and barbarous an act had never been committed in Sparta, since first the Dorians inhabited Peloponnesus; the very enemies in war, they said, were always cautious of spilling the blood of a Lacedaemonian king, insomuch that in any combat they would decline, and endeavor to avoid them, from feelings of respect and reverence for their station. And certainly we see that in the many battles fought betwixt the Lacedaemonians and the other Greeks, up to the time of Philip of Macedon, not one of their kings was ever killed, except Cleombrotus, by a javelin-wound, at the battle of Leuctra. I am not ignorant that the Messenians affirm, Theopompus was also slain by their Aristomenes; but the Lacedaemonians deny it, and say he was only wounded.
And now that the three bodies were on display and the truth was revealed, no fear was strong enough to stop the people from showing their disgust for what happened and their hatred for Leonidas and Amphares, the ones who planned it. Such a wicked and brutal act had never been committed in Sparta since the Dorians settled in Peloponnesus; even enemies in war, they said, were always careful not to spill the blood of a Lacedaemonian king, to the point that during any battle, they would avoid them out of respect for their position. And indeed, we see that in the many battles fought between the Lacedaemonians and the other Greeks, up until the time of Philip of Macedon, not one of their kings was ever killed, except for Cleombrotus, who was struck by a javelin at the battle of Leuctra. I'm aware that the Messenians claim that Theopompus was also killed by their Aristomenes; however, the Lacedaemonians deny this and say he was only wounded.
Be it as it will, it is certain at least that Agis was the first king put to death in Lacedaemon by the ephors, for having undertaken a design noble in itself and worthy of his country, at a time of life when men’s errors usually meet with an easy pardon. And if errors he did commit, his enemies certainly had less reason to blame him, than had his friends for that gentle and compassionate temper which made him save the life of Leonidas, and believe in other men’s professions.
Be that as it may, it’s clear that Agis was the first king to be executed in Lacedaemon by the ephors for pursuing a noble plan that was truly beneficial to his country, especially at an age when people typically receive forgiveness for their mistakes. And if he did make mistakes, his enemies had less reason to criticize him than his friends did for his kind and compassionate nature, which led him to save Leonidas's life and trust in the promises of others.
CLEOMENES
Thus fell Agis. His brother Archidamus was too quick for Leonidas, and saved himself by a timely retreat. But his wife, then mother of a young child, he forced from her own house, and compelled Agiatis, for that was her name, to marry his son Cleomenes, though at that time too young for a wife, because he was unwilling that anyone else should have her, being heiress to her father Glylippus’s great estate; in person the most youthful and beautiful woman in all Greece, and well-conducted in her habits of life. And therefore, they say, she did all she could that she might not be compelled to this new marriage. But being thus united to Cleomenes, she indeed hated Leonidas, but to the youth showed herself a kind and obliging wife. He, as soon as they came together, began to love her very much, and the constant kindness that she still retained for the memory of Agis, wrought somewhat of the like feeling in the young man for him, so that he would often inquire of her concerning what had passed, and attentively listen to the story of Agis’s purpose and design. Now Cleomenes had a generous and great soul; he was as temperate and moderate in his pleasures as Agis, but not so scrupulous, circumspect, and gentle. There was something of heat and passion always goading him on, and an impetuosity and violence in his eagerness to pursue anything which he thought good and just. To have men obey him of their own freewill, he conceived to be the best discipline; but, likewise, to subdue resistance, and force them to the better course, was, in his opinion, commendable and brave.
Thus fell Agis. His brother Archidamus was quicker than Leonidas and managed to escape by retreating at the right moment. However, he forced his wife, who was the mother of a young child, out of their home and compelled Agiatis, which was her name, to marry his son Cleomenes, even though he was too young for a wife at that time. Archidamus didn’t want anyone else to have her because she was the heiress to her father Glylippus’s large estate; she was the most youthful and beautiful woman in all of Greece, and she led a well-conducted life. Therefore, they say, she did everything she could to avoid this new marriage. But being united with Cleomenes, she hated Leonidas, though she tried to be a kind and supportive wife to the young man. Once they were together, he fell in love with her deeply, and the affection she still had for the memory of Agis sparked similar feelings in him, making him often ask her about the past and listen attentively to the story of Agis’s intentions and plans. Cleomenes had a generous and noble spirit; he was as moderate and self-controlled in his pleasures as Agis, though not as cautious, careful, and gentle. There was always a sense of urgency and passion driving him, along with an impulsiveness and intensity in his desire to pursue anything he believed to be good and just. He believed it was best when men chose to obey him willingly, but he also thought that overcoming resistance and forcing them onto a better path was admirable and brave.
This disposition made him dislike the management of the city. The citizens lay dissolved in supine idleness and pleasures; the king let everything take its own way, thankful if nobody gave him any disturbance, nor called him away from the enjoyment of his wealth and luxury. The public interest was neglected, and each man intent upon his private gain. It was dangerous, now Agis was killed, so much as to name such a thing as the exercising and training of their youth; and to speak of the ancient temperance, endurance, and equality, was a sort of treason against the state. It is said also that Cleomenes, whilst a boy, studied philosophy under Sphaerus, the Borysthenite, who crossed over to Sparta, and spent some time and trouble in instructing the youth. Sphaerus was one of the first of Zeno the Citiean’s scholars, and it is likely enough that he admired the manly temper of Cleomenes and inflamed his generous ambition. The ancient Leonidas, as story tells, being asked what manner of poet he thought Tyrtaeus, replied, “Good to whet young men’s courage;” for being filled with a divine fury by his poems, they rushed into any danger. And so the stoic philosophy is a dangerous incentive to strong and fiery dispositions, but where it combines with a grave and gentle temper, is most successful in leading it to its proper good.
This attitude made him dislike how the city was run. The citizens were sunk in laziness and indulgence; the king let everything continue as it was, grateful if no one disturbed him or interrupted his enjoyment of wealth and luxury. The public interest was ignored, with everyone focused on their own personal gain. It was dangerous to even mention anything about training and educating the youth, especially after Agis was killed; talking about the old virtues of temperance, endurance, and equality felt like treason against the state. It's also said that Cleomenes, when he was a boy, studied philosophy under Sphaerus, the Borysthenite, who came to Sparta and spent time teaching the youth. Sphaerus was one of the first students of Zeno the Citiean, and it's likely he admired Cleomenes’ strong character and inspired his ambitious nature. The ancient Leonidas, according to legend, was asked what he thought of the poet Tyrtaeus and replied, “He’s good for inspiring young men’s courage;” as his poems filled them with a divine passion, they would leap into danger. Similarly, stoic philosophy can be a powerful motivator for strong and passionate personalities, but when combined with a serious and gentle nature, it is most effective in guiding it toward its true good.
Upon the death of his father Leonidas, he succeeded, and observing the citizens of all sorts to be debauched, the rich neglecting the public good, and intent on their private gain and pleasure, and the poor distressed in their own homes, and therefore without either spirit for war or ambition to be trained up as Spartans, that he had only the name of king, and the ephors all the power, he was resolved to change the present posture of affairs. He had a friend whose name was Xenares, his lover, (such an affection the Spartans express by the term, being inspired, or imbreathed with); him he sounded, and of him he would commonly inquire what manner of king Agis was, by what means and by what assistance he began and pursued his designs. Xenares, at first, willingly compiled with his request, and told him the whole story, with all the particular circumstances of the actions. But when he observed Cleomenes to be extremely affected at the relation, and more than ordinarily taken with Agis’s new model of the government, and begging a repetition of the story, he at first severely chid him, told him he was frantic, and at last left off all sort of familiarity and intercourse with him, yet he never told any man the cause of their disagreement, but would only say, Cleomenes knew very well. Cleomenes, finding Xenares averse to his designs, and thinking all others to be of the same disposition, consulted with none, but contrived the whole business by himself. And considering that it would be easier to bring about an alteration when the city was at war, than when in peace, he engaged the commonwealth in a quarrel with the Achaeans, who had given them fair occasions to complain. For Aratus, a man of the greatest power amongst all the Achaeans, designed from the very beginning to bring all the Peloponnesians into one common body. And to effect this was the one object of all his many commanderships and his long political course; as he thought this the only means to make them a match for their foreign enemies. Pretty nearly all the rest agreed to his proposals, only the Lacedaemonians, the Eleans, and as many of the Arcadians as inclined to the Spartan interest, remained unpersuaded. And so as soon as Leonidas was dead, he began to attack the Arcadians, and wasted those especially that bordered on Achaea, by this means designing to try the inclinations of the Spartans, and despising Cleomenes as a youth, and of no experience in affairs of state or war. Upon this, the ephors sent Cleomenes to surprise the Athenaeum, near Belbina, which is a pass commanding an entrance into Laconia and was then the subject of litigation with the Megalopolitans. Cleomenes possessed himself of the place, and fortified it, at which action Aratus showed no public resentment, but marched by night to surprise Tegea and Orchormenus. The design failed, for those that were to betray the cities into his hands, turned afraid; so Aratus retreated, imagining that his design had been undiscovered. But Cleomenes wrote a sarcastic letter to him, and desired to know, as from a friend, whither he intended to march at night; and Aratus answering, that having heard of his design to fortify Belbina, he meant to march thither to oppose him, Cleomenes rejoined, that he did not dispute it, but begged to be informed, if he might be allowed to ask the question, why he carried those torches and ladders with him.
After the death of his father Leonidas, he took over as king and noticed that the citizens were in decline, with the wealthy ignoring the common good in favor of their own profits and pleasures, while the poor were struggling at home, lacking any drive for war or ambition to become Spartans. He realized he had only the title of king, with the ephors holding all the power, and he decided to change the current situation. He had a friend named Xenares, who was also his lover (the Spartans expressed such affection with the term, meaning to be inspired or filled with love); he often asked Xenares about King Agis, how he began and pursued his plans. At first, Xenares gladly shared everything with him, including the entire story and all the details. But when he saw that Cleomenes was deeply affected by the account and particularly intrigued by Agis’s new government model, asking him to repeat the story, Xenares became harsh, told him he was being foolish, and ultimately stopped all friendly relations with him. He never revealed the reason for their fallout but simply said Cleomenes knew very well. Finding Xenares opposed to his plans and suspecting everyone else felt the same, Cleomenes decided to handle everything himself. He figured it would be easier to make changes during a time of war than during peace, so he involved the city in a conflict with the Achaeans, who had given them plenty of reasons to complain. Aratus, the most powerful among the Achaeans, had originally aimed to unite all the Peloponnesians into a single entity. This was the main focus of all his various leadership roles and lengthy political career, as he believed it was the only way to make them strong against their foreign enemies. Most others supported his proposals, but the Lacedaemonians, Eleans, and certain Arcadians who favored Spartan interests remained unconvinced. Soon after Leonidas died, Aratus began attacking the Arcadians, particularly targeting those near Achaea, attempting to gauge the Spartans' intentions, while looking down on Cleomenes as inexperienced and youthful in matters of state and war. In response, the ephors sent Cleomenes to seize the Athenaeum near Belbina, which controlled access to Laconia and was then under dispute with the Megalopolitans. Cleomenes captured and fortified the location. Aratus showed no public anger over this but stealthily marched at night to surprise Tegea and Orchomenus. This plan failed because those he relied on to betray the cities became frightened, leading Aratus to retreat, thinking his intentions had gone unnoticed. However, Cleomenes sent him a sarcastic letter asking, as a friend, where he planned to march at night. Aratus replied that after hearing of Cleomenes’s plan to fortify Belbina, he intended to go there to counter him. Cleomenes responded that he did not dispute that but kindly sought to know why Aratus was carrying torches and ladders.
Aratus laughing at the jest, and asking what manner of youth this was, Damocrates, a Spartan exile, replied, “If you have any designs upon the Lacedaemonians, begin before this young eagle’s talons are grown.” Presently after this, Cleomenes, encamping in Arcadia with a few horse and three hundred foot, received orders from the ephors, who feared to engage in the war, commanding him home; but when upon his retreat Aratus took Caphyae, they commissioned him again. In this expedition he took Methydrium, and overran the country of the Argives; and the Achaeans, to oppose him, came out with an army of twenty thousand foot and one thousand horse, under the command of Aristomachus. Cleomenes faced them at Pallantium, and offered battle, but Aratus, being cowed by his bravery, would not suffer the general to engage, but retreated, amidst the reproaches of the Achaeans, and the derision and scorn of the Spartans, who were not above five thousand. Cleomenes, encouraged by this success, began to speak boldly among the citizens, and reminding them of a sentence of one of their ancient kings, said, it was in vain now that the Spartans asked, not how many their enemies were, but where they were. After this, marching to the assistance of the Eleans, whom the Achaeans were attacking, falling upon the enemy in their retreat near the Lycaeum, he put their whole army to flight, taking a great number of captives, and leaving many dead upon the place; so that it was commonly reported amongst the Greeks that Aratus was slain. But Aratus, making the best advantage of the opportunity, immediately after the defeat marched to Mantinea, and before anybody suspected it, took the city, and put a garrison into it. Upon this, the Lacedaemonians being quite discouraged, and opposing Cleomenes’s designs of carrying on the war, he now exerted himself to have Archidamus, the brother of Agis, sent for from Messene, as he, of the other family, had a right to the kingdom ; and besides, Cleomenes thought that the power of the ephors would be reduced, when the kingly state was thus filled up, and raised to its proper position. But those that were concerned in the murder of Agis, perceiving the design, and fearing that upon Archidamus’s return they should be called to an account, received him on his coming privately into town, and joined in bringing him home, and presently after murdered him. Whether Cleomenes was against it, as Phylarchus thinks, or whether he was persuaded by his friends, or let him fall into their hands, is uncertain; however, they were most blamed, as having forced his consent.
Aratus laughed at the joke and asked what kind of young man this was. Damocrates, a Spartan exile, replied, “If you have any plans against the Lacedaemonians, make your move before this young eagle has fully developed its talons.” Shortly after this, Cleomenes, camping in Arcadia with a few cavalry and three hundred infantry, received orders from the ephors, who were hesitant to engage in the war, telling him to return home. However, when Aratus took Caphyae during his retreat, they got orders to send him back out. In this campaign, he captured Methydrium and raided the territory of the Argives. To counter him, the Achaeans marched out with an army of twenty thousand infantry and one thousand cavalry, led by Aristomachus. Cleomenes confronted them at Pallantium and offered battle, but Aratus, intimidated by his bravery, wouldn’t let the general engage and retreated amid the Achaeans' scorn and the Spartans’ mockery, who numbered less than five thousand. Encouraged by this success, Cleomenes began speaking confidently among the citizens, reminding them of a saying from one of their ancient kings, stating that it was pointless for the Spartans to ask how many their enemies were, but rather where they were. After this, he moved to help the Eleans, who were being attacked by the Achaeans, and struck the enemy while they were retreating near the Lycaeum, routing their entire army, capturing many, and leaving numerous dead behind. This led to widespread rumors among the Greeks that Aratus had been killed. But Aratus seized the moment and, taking advantage of the situation, marched to Mantinea and captured the city, placing a garrison there before anyone suspected it. Consequently, the Lacedaemonians, feeling completely discouraged and opposing Cleomenes's plans to continue the war, now saw him push for Archidamus, the brother of Agis, to be summoned from Messene since, being from the other royal family, he had a claim to the throne. Additionally, Cleomenes believed that bringing the kingship back to its rightful position would limit the power of the ephors. However, those involved in Agis’s murder, realizing the plan and fearing they would be held accountable upon Archidamus’s return, secretly welcomed him when he arrived in town and collaborated to bring him home, ultimately murdering him shortly after. Whether Cleomenes was against this, as Phylarchus suggests, if he was convinced by his friends, or if he let Archidamus fall into their hands is unclear; nevertheless, they received the most blame for forcing his approval.
He, still resolving to new model the state, bribed the ephors to send him out to war; and won the affections of many others by means of his mother Cratesiclea, who spared no cost and was very zealous to promote her son’s ambition; and though of herself she had no inclination to marry, yet for his sake, she accepted, as her husband, one of the chiefest citizens for wealth and power. Cleomenes, marching forth with the army now under his commend, took Leuctra, a place belonging to Megalopolis; and the Achaeans quickly coming up to resist him with a good body of men commanded by Aratus, in a battle under the very walls of the city some part of his army was routed. But whereas Aratus had commanded the Achaeans not to pass a deep watercourse, and thus put a stop to the pursuit, Lydiadas, the Megalopolitan, fretting at the orders, and encouraging the horse which he led, and following the routed enemy, got into a place full of vines, hedges, and ditches; and being forced to break his ranks, began to retire in disorder. Cleomenes, observing the advantage, commanded the Tarentines and Cretans to engage him, by whom, after a brave defense, he was routed and slain. The Lacedaemonians, thus encouraged, fell with a great shout upon the Achaeans, and routed their whole army. Of the slain, who were very many, the rest Cleomenes delivered up, when the enemy petitioned for them; but the body of Lydiadas he commanded to be brought to him; and then putting on it a purple robe, and a crown upon its head, sent a convoy with it to the gates of Megalopolis. This is that Lydiadas who resigned his power as tyrant, restored liberty to the citizens, and joined the city to the Achaean interest.
He, still determined to reshape the state, bribed the ephors to send him off to war, winning the support of many others through his mother, Cratesiclea, who spared no expense and was very eager to advance her son's ambitions. Although she had no interest in marrying, for his sake, she accepted one of the wealthiest and most powerful citizens as her husband. Cleomenes, marching out with the army now under his command, captured Leuctra, a territory belonging to Megalopolis. The Achaeans quickly arrived to oppose him with a strong force led by Aratus, and during a battle near the city walls, part of his army was defeated. However, since Aratus had ordered the Achaeans not to cross a deep watercourse, this halted the pursuit. Lydiadas, the Megalopolitan, frustrated with the orders, urged his cavalry and followed the retreating enemy, only to find himself in an area filled with vines, hedges, and ditches; forced to break formation, he began to retreat in disarray. Cleomenes, seeing the opportunity, ordered the Tarentines and Cretans to engage him, and after a fierce defense, he was defeated and killed. The Lacedaemonians, bolstered by this, charged with a loud shout at the Achaeans, routing their entire army. Among the many slain, Cleomenes returned the remains to the enemy when they requested them, but he commanded that Lydiadas' body be brought to him. He then dressed it in a purple robe and placed a crown on its head, sending a procession with it to the gates of Megalopolis. This is the same Lydiadas who relinquished his power as a tyrant, restored freedom to the citizens, and aligned the city with the Achaean cause.
Cleomenes, being very much elated by this success, and persuaded that if matters were wholly at his disposal, he should soon be too hard for the Achaeans, persuaded Megistonus, his mother’s husband, that it was expedient for the state to shake off the power of the ephors, and to put all their wealth into one common stock for the whole body; thus Sparta, being restored to its old equality, might aspire again to the command of all Greece. Megistonus liked the design, and engaged two or three more of his friends. About that time, one of the ephors, sleeping in Pasiphae’s temple, dreamed a very surprising dream; for he thought he saw the four chairs removed out of the place where the ephors used to sit and do the business of their office, and one only set there; and whilst he wondered, he heard a voice out of the temple, saying, “This is best for Sparta.” The person telling Cleomenes this dream, he was a little troubled at first, fearing that he used this as a trick to sift him, upon some suspicion of his design, but when he was satisfied that the relater spoke truth, he took heart again. And carrying with him those whom he thought would be most against his project, he took Heraea and Alsaea, two towns in league with the Achaeans, furnished Orchomenus with provisions, encamped before Mantinea, and with long marches up and down so harassed the Lacedaemonians, that many of them at their own request were left behind in Arcadia, while he with the mercenaries went on toward Sparta, and by the way communicated his design to those whom he thought fittest for his purpose, and marched slowly, that he might catch the ephors at supper.
Cleomenes, feeling very excited about this victory and convinced that if he had full control, he could easily defeat the Achaeans, convinced Megistonus, his mother’s husband, that it would be beneficial for the state to rid itself of the ephors’ power and combine all their wealth into a single fund for the entire community; this way, Sparta could regain its old equality and aim to lead all of Greece again. Megistonus liked the idea and brought in a couple of his friends. Around this time, one of the ephors, while sleeping in Pasiphae’s temple, had a rather strange dream; he thought he saw the four chairs where the ephors usually sat removed, and just one chair left behind; as he wondered about it, he heard a voice from the temple saying, “This is best for Sparta.” When this dream was reported to Cleomenes, he was a bit worried at first, fearing it might be a trick to expose him due to some suspicion of his plans, but once he was convinced the relater was honest, he regained confidence. Taking with him those he thought would oppose his scheme the most, he captured Heraea and Alsaea, two towns allied with the Achaeans, supplied Orchomenus with provisions, set up camp outside Mantinea, and through extensive marches kept harassing the Lacedaemonians so much that many of them voluntarily stayed behind in Arcadia, while he and the mercenaries continued on towards Sparta. Along the way, he shared his plan with those he believed were best suited for it, moving slowly so he could catch the ephors at dinner.
When he was come near the city, he sent Euryclidas to the public table, where the ephors supped, under pretense of carrying some message from him from the army; Therycion, Phoebis, and two of those who had been bred up with Cleomenes, whom they call mothaces, followed with a few soldiers; and whilst Euryclidas was delivering his message to the ephors, they ran upon them with their drawn swords, and slew them. The first of them, Agylaeus, on receiving the blow, fell and lay as dead; but in a little time quietly raising himself, and drawing himself out of the room, he crept, without being discovered, into a little building which was dedicated to Fear, and which always used to be shut, but then by chance was open; and being got in, he shut the door, and lay close. The other four were killed, and above ten more that came to their assistance; to those that were quiet they did no harm, stopped none that fled from the city, and spared Agylaeus, when he came out of the temple the next day.
When he got close to the city, he sent Euryclidas to the public dining area where the ephors were having dinner, pretending to deliver a message from him from the army; Therycion, Phoebis, and two of Cleomenes' childhood friends, known as mothaces, followed with a few soldiers. While Euryclidas was giving his message to the ephors, they attacked them with their swords drawn and killed them. The first one, Agylaeus, fell and appeared dead after being struck, but after a little while, he quietly lifted himself up, slipped out of the room, and crawled, without being seen, into a small building dedicated to Fear, which usually stayed locked but happened to be open at that moment. Once inside, he closed the door and hid. The other four were killed, along with more than ten others who came to help them; those who stayed quiet were unharmed, the ones who fled the city weren't stopped, and Agylaeus was spared when he came out of the temple the next day.
The Lacedaemonians have not only sacred places dedicated to Fear, but also to Death, Laughter, and the like Passions. Now they worship Fear, not as they do supernatural powers which they dread, esteeming it hurtful, but thinking their polity is chiefly kept up by fear. And therefore, the ephors, Aristotle is my author, when they entered upon their government, made proclamation to the people, that they should shave their mustaches, and be obedient to the laws, that the laws might not be hard upon them, making, I suppose, this trivial injunction, to accustom their youth to obedience even in the smallest matters. And the ancients, I think, did not imagine bravery to be plain fearlessness, but a cautious fear of blame and disgrace. For those that show most timidity towards the laws, are most bold against their enemies; and those are least afraid of any danger who are most afraid of a just reproach. Therefore it was well said that
The Spartans have not only sacred sites dedicated to Fear, but also to Death, Laughter, and similar emotions. They worship Fear not as a supernatural force they fear, considering it harmful, but believing their government is mainly sustained by fear. So, when the ephors took on their leadership role, as Aristotle notes, they announced to the people that they should shave their mustaches and follow the laws, so the laws wouldn’t be too harsh on them. I assume this minor command was meant to train their youth to obey even the smallest rules. The ancients probably didn’t see bravery as simply a lack of fear but as a careful fear of criticism and shame. Those who are most cautious of the laws are often the boldest in facing their enemies, and those who fear nothing are typically most afraid of just reproach. Thus, it was well said that
A reverence still attends on fear;
A respect still comes with fear;
and by Homer,
and by Homer,
Feared you shall be, dear father, and revered;
You will be feared and admired, dear father;
and again,
and once more,
In silence fearing those that bore the sway;
In silence, fearing those who held the power;
for the generality of men are most ready to reverence those whom they fear. And, therefore, the Lacedaemonians placed the temple of Fear by the Syssitium of the ephors, having raised that magistracy to almost royal authority.
for most people are more inclined to respect those they fear. And so, the Spartans built the temple of Fear near the Syssitium of the ephors, having elevated that position to nearly royal authority.
The next day, Cleomenes proscribed eighty of the citizens, whom he thought necessary to banish, and removed all the seats of the ephors, except one, in which he himself designed to sit and give audience; and calling the citizens together, he made an apology for his proceedings, saying, that by Lycurgus the council of Elders was joined to the kings, and that that model of government had continued a long time, and no other sort of magistrates had been wanted. But afterwards, in the long war with the Messenians, when the kings, having to command the army, found no time to administer justice, they chose some of their friends, and left them to determine the suits of the citizens in their stead. These were called ephors, and at first behaved themselves as servants to the kings; but afterwards, by degrees, they appropriated the power to themselves and erected a distinct magistracy. An evidence of the truth of this was the custom still observed by the kings, who, when the ephors send for them, refuse, upon the first and the second summons, to go, but upon the third, rise up and attend them. And Asteropus, the first that raised the ephors to that height of power, lived a great many years after their institution. So long, therefore, he continued, as they contained themselves within their own proper sphere, it had been better to bear with them than to make a disturbance. But that an upstart, introduced power should so far subvert the ancient form of government as to banish some kings, murder others, without hearing their defense, and threaten those who desired to see the best and most divine constitution restored in Sparta, was not to be borne. Therefore, if it had been possible for him, without bloodshed, to free Lacedaemon from those foreign plagues, luxury, sumptuosity, debts, and usury, and from those yet more ancient evils, poverty and riches, he should have thought himself the happiest king in the world, to have succeeded, like an expert physician, in curing the diseases of his country without pain. But now, in this necessity, Lycurgus’s example favored his proceedings, who being neither king nor magistrate, but a private man, and aiming at the kingdom, came armed into the market-place, so that king Charillus fled in alarm to the altar. He, being a good man, and a lover of his country, readily concurred in Lycurgus’s designs, and admitted the revolution in the state. But, by his own actions, Lycurgus had nevertheless borne witness that it was difficult to change the government without force and fear, in the use of which he himself, he said, had been so moderate as to do no more than put out of the way those who opposed themselves to Sparta’s happiness and safety. For the rest of the nation, he told them, the whole land was now their common property; debtors should be cleared of their debts, and examination made of those who were not citizens, that the bravest men might thus be made free Spartans, and give aid in arms to save the city, and “We” he said, “may no longer see Laconia, for want of men to defend it, wasted by the Aetolians and Illyrians.”
The next day, Cleomenes banned eighty citizens whom he thought needed to be exiled, and he removed all the seats of the ephors except one, where he planned to sit and listen to the people. He gathered the citizens and explained his actions, saying that under Lycurgus, the council of Elders was connected to the kings, and that system of government had lasted a long time without the need for other officials. However, during the long war with the Messenians, when the kings had to lead the army and didn’t have time to administer justice, they chose some friends to handle the legal matters for them. These officials became known as ephors, and at first, they acted as servants to the kings; but gradually, they took more power for themselves and created a separate authority. An example of this is the kings’ custom of refusing to go when the ephors summoned them the first two times, only attending on the third. Asteropus, who was the first to elevate the ephors to such power, lived many years after they were established. As long as the ephors stayed within their own limits, it was probably better to tolerate them than to cause unrest. But the idea that a self-appointed authority could overturn the old form of government by banishing some kings, murdering others without letting them defend themselves, and threatening those who wanted to restore the best and most honorable constitution in Sparta was unacceptable. Therefore, if he could have freed Lacedaemon from those external problems—luxury, extravagance, debts, and usury—along with the more fundamental issues of poverty and wealth, without bloodshed, he would have considered himself the luckiest king in the world for successfully curing his country’s ills without pain. But now, in this situation, he felt justified in following Lycurgus’s example, who, as a private citizen aiming for the kingship, had gone armed into the marketplace, causing King Charillus to flee in fear to the altar. Charillus, being a good man and a patriot, agreed with Lycurgus’s plans and accepted the change in government. However, Lycurgus himself showed through his actions that it was tough to change the government without force and fear, having been careful only to eliminate those who opposed Sparta’s well-being and safety. He told the rest of the citizens that the entire land was now their shared property; debts would be forgiven, and there would be an assessment of those who weren’t citizens so that the bravest individuals could become free Spartans and help defend the city, stating, “We can no longer let Laconia suffer at the hands of the Aetolians and Illyrians due to a lack of defenders.”
Then he himself first, with his step-father, Megistonus, and his friends, gave up all their wealth into one public stock, and all the other citizens followed the example. The land was divided, and everyone that he had banished, had a share assigned him; for he promised to restore all, as soon as things were settled and in quiet. And completing the number of citizens out of the best and most promising of the country people, he raised a body of four thousand men; and instead of a spear, taught them to use a surissu, with both hands, and to carry their shields by a band, and not by a handle, as before. After this, he began to consult about the education of the youth, and the Discipline, as they call it; most of the particulars of which, Sphaerus, being then at Sparta, assisted in arranging; and, in a short time, the schools of exercise and the common tables recovered their ancient decency and order, a few out of necessity, but the most voluntarily, returning to that generous and Laconic way of living. And, that the name of monarch might give them no jealousy, he made Euclidas, his brother, partner in the throne; and that was the only time that Sparta had two kings of the same family.
Then he, along with his stepfather Megistonus and his friends, pooled all their wealth into a common fund, and the other citizens followed suit. The land was divided, and everyone he had banished received a share; he promised to bring them back as soon as things settled down. By selecting the best and most promising from the local population, he formed a group of four thousand men. Instead of spears, he taught them to use a surissu with both hands and to carry their shields by a strap rather than a handle, as they had before. After this, he began to think about the education of the youth and their training, which they called Discipline; most of the details of which Sphaerus, who was then in Sparta, helped arrange. Before long, the exercise schools and communal meals regained their previous respectability and order, with some returning out of necessity, but most choosing to embrace that noble and Laconic lifestyle. To avoid any jealousy that the title of monarch might cause, he made his brother Euclidas a co-king; this was the only time Sparta had two kings from the same family.
Then, understanding that the Achaeans and Aratus imagined that this change had disturbed and shaken his affairs, and that he would not venture out of Sparta and leave the city now unsettled in the midst of so great an alteration, he thought it great and serviceable to his designs, to show his enemies the zeal and forwardness of his troops. And, therefore, making an incursion into the territories of Megalopolis, he wasted the country far and wide, and collected a considerable booty. And, at last, taking a company of actors, as they were traveling from Messene, and building a theater in the enemy’s country, and offering a prize of forty minae in value, he sat spectator a whole day; not that he either desired or needed such amusement, but wishing to show his disregard for his enemies, and by a display of his contempt, to prove the extent of his superiority to them. For his alone, of all the Greek or royal armies, had no stage-players, no jugglers, no dancing or singing women attending it, but was free from all sorts of looseness, wantonness, and festivity; the young men being for the most part at their exercises, and the old men giving them lessons, or, at leisure times, diverting themselves with their native jests, and quick Laconian answers; the good results of which we have noticed in the life of Lycurgus.
Then, realizing that the Achaeans and Aratus thought this change had disrupted his plans and that he wouldn't risk leaving Sparta while the city was unsettled by such a major shift, he believed it would be beneficial to demonstrate the enthusiasm and readiness of his troops to his enemies. So, he launched an attack into Megalopolis, ravaging the land extensively and gathering a significant amount of loot. Eventually, he took a group of actors traveling from Messene, set up a theater in enemy territory, and offered a prize worth forty minae, spending the whole day watching the performance. He didn't have any real interest in the entertainment; rather, he wanted to show his contempt for his enemies and highlight his superiority over them. His army was unique among all the Greek and royal forces in that it didn't have stage performers, jugglers, or women dancing or singing, and was free from all forms of looseness, immorality, and revelry. The young men mainly focused on their training, while the older men were teaching them or, during their free time, engaging in local humor and quick-witted Laconian responses—positive outcomes we’ve noted in the life of Lycurgus.
He himself instructed all by his example; he was a living pattern of temperance before every man’s eyes; and his course of living was neither more stately, nor more expensive, nor in any way more pretentious, than that of any of his people. And this was a considerable advantage to him in his designs on Greece. For men when they waited upon other kings, did not so much admire their wealth, costly furniture, and numerous attendance, as they hated their pride and state, their difficulty of access, and imperious answers to their addresses. But when they came to Cleomenes, who was both really a king, and bore that title, and saw no purple, no robes of state upon him, no couches and litters about him for his ease, and that he did not receive requests and return answers after a long delay and difficulty, through a number of messengers and doorkeepers, or by memorials, but that he rose and came forward in any dress he might happen to be wearing, to meet those that came to wait upon him, stayed, talked freely and affably with all that had business, they were extremely taken, and won to his service, and professed that he alone was the true son of Hercules. His common every day’s meal was in an ordinary room, very sparing, and after the Laconic manner; and when he entertained ambassadors or strangers, two more couches were added, and a little better dinner provided by his servants, but no savoring sauces or sweetmeats; only the dishes were larger, and the wine more plentiful. For he reproved one of his friends for entertaining some strangers with nothing but barley bread and black broth, such diet as they usually had in their phiditia; saying, that upon such occasions, and when they entertained strangers, it was not well to be too exact Laconians. After the table was removed, a stand was brought in, with a brass vessel full of wine, two silver bowls which held about a pint apiece, a few silver cups, of which he that pleased might drink, but wine was not urged on any of the guests. There was no music, nor was any required; for he entertained the company himself, sometimes asking questions, sometimes telling stories; and his conversation was neither too grave or disagreeably serious, nor yet in any way rude or ungraceful in its pleasantry. For he thought those ways of entrapping men by gifts and presents, which other kings use, dishonest and inartificial; and it seemed to him to be the most noble method, and most suitable to a king, to win the affections of those that came near him, by personal intercourse and agreeable conversation, since between a friend and a mercenary the only distinction is, that we gain the one by one’s character and conversation, the other by one’s money.
He led by example; he was a living model of moderation in front of everyone; and his way of living was no more impressive, expensive, or showy than that of his people. This was a significant advantage for him in his ambitions in Greece. When people served other kings, they admired their wealth, fancy decorations, and big entourages less than they resented their arrogance, formality, difficulty to approach, and dismissive responses. But when they met Cleomenes, who was genuinely a king and held that title, and saw no royal attire, no state robes, no lavish couches or carriages for comfort, and noticed he didn't take long to respond or make them wait through a bunch of messengers and guards or by written notes, but instead got up and approached them in whatever clothes he happened to be wearing, they were really impressed. He engaged directly, chatting openly and warmly with everyone who had business with him, winning them over to his service and declaring him the true son of Hercules. His everyday meals took place in a simple room, were modest, and followed the Spartan style; when he hosted ambassadors or visitors, he had two more couches added and a slightly better dinner prepared by his servants, but there were no fancy sauces or desserts—just larger portions and more wine. He once criticized a friend for hosting some visitors with only barley bread and black broth, the usual fare at their common meals, saying that it wasn't right to be too strict with Spartan customs during such occasions. After the meal, a stand was brought in with a bronze vessel full of wine, two silver bowls holding about a pint each, and a few silver cups that guests could use as they pleased, but they weren't pressured to drink. There was no music, nor was it needed; he entertained the group himself, sometimes asking questions, sometimes sharing stories; his conversation was neither too serious nor annoyingly dull, nor was it rude or awkwardly playful. He believed that using gifts and bribes to win people over, like other kings, was dishonest and unoriginal; instead, he thought the most noble and fitting way for a king to win the goodwill of those around him was through personal interaction and enjoyable conversation, since the only difference between a friend and a mercenary is that we earn the former through our character and conversation, while the latter is won with money.
The Mantineans were the first that requested his aid; and when he entered their city by night, they aided him to expel the Achaean garrison, and put themselves under his protection. He restored them their polity and laws, and the same day marched to Tegea; and a little while after, fetching a compass through Arcadia, he made a descent upon Pherae, in Achaea, intending to force Aratus to a battle, or bring him into disrepute, for refusing to engage, and suffering him to waste the country. Hyperbatas at that time was general, but Aratus had all the power amongst the Achaeans. The Achaeans, marching forth with their whole strength, and encamping in Dymae, near the Hecatombaeum, Cleomenes came up, and thinking it not advisable to pitch between Dymae, a city of the enemies, and the camp of the Achaeans, he boldly dared the Achaeans, and forced them to a battle, and routing their phalanx, slew a great many in the fight, and took many prisoners, and thence marching to Langon, and driving out the Achaean garrison, he restored the city to the Eleans.
The Mantineans were the first to ask for his help; and when he entered their city at night, they helped him drive out the Achaean garrison and placed themselves under his protection. He restored their government and laws, and on the same day, he marched to Tegea; shortly after, taking a roundabout way through Arcadia, he attacked Pherae in Achaea, intending to force Aratus into battle or discredit him for not engaging and allowing the area to be ravaged. At that time, Hyperbatas was the general, but Aratus held all the authority among the Achaeans. The Achaeans, setting out with their full strength and camped in Dymae, near the Hecatombaeum, were approached by Cleomenes. Thinking it unwise to camp between Dymae, a city of the enemy, and the Achaean camp, he boldly challenged the Achaeans, forced them into battle, defeated their phalanx, killed many in the fight, and took numerous prisoners. After that, he marched to Langon, drove out the Achaean garrison, and returned the city to the Eleans.
The affairs of the Achaeans being in this unfortunate condition, Aratus, who was wont to take office every other year, refused the command, though they entreated and urged him to accept it. And this was ill done, when the storm was high, to put the power out of his own hands, and set another to the helm. Cleomenes at first proposed fair and easy conditions by his ambassadors to the Achaeans, but afterward he sent others, and required the chief command to be settled upon him; in other matters offering to agree to reasonable terms, and to restore their captives and their country. The Achaeans were willing to come to an agreement upon those terms, and invited Cleomenes to Lerna, where an assembly was to be held; but it happened that Cleomenes, hastily marching on, and drinking water at a wrong time, brought up a quantity of blood, and lost his voice; therefore being unable to continue his journey, he sent the chiefest of the captives to the Achaeans, and, putting off the meeting for some time, retired to Lacedaemon.
The situation for the Achaeans was unfortunate, and Aratus, who usually took office every other year, refused the leadership despite being urged to accept it. It was unwise to let go of power during such a crisis and hand it over to someone else. Cleomenes initially offered fair and easy terms through his ambassadors to the Achaeans, but later sent other ambassadors, demanding that he be given the top command. He proposed reasonable terms for everything else and promised to return their captives and restore their land. The Achaeans were open to agreeing to those terms and invited Cleomenes to Lerna for a meeting. However, Cleomenes hurriedly marched on and, after drinking water at the wrong time, became ill and lost his voice. Unable to continue his journey, he sent the most important of the captives to the Achaeans and postponed the meeting, retreating to Lacedaemon.
This ruined the affairs of Greece, which was just beginning in some sort to recover from its disasters, and to show some capability of delivering itself from the insolence and rapacity of the Macedonians. For Aratus, (whether fearing or distrusting Cleomenes, or envying his unlooked-for success, or thinking it a disgrace for him who had commanded thirty-three years, to have a young man succeed to all his glory and his power, and be head of that government which he had been raising and settling so many years,) first endeavored to keep the Achaeans from closing with Cleomenes; but when they would not hearken to him, fearing Cleomenes’s daring spirit, and thinking the Lacedaemonians’ proposals to be very reasonable, who designed only to reduce Peloponnesus to its old model, upon this he took his last refuge in an action which was unbecoming any of the Greeks, most dishonorable to him, and most unworthy his former bravery and exploits. For he called Antigonus into Greece, and filled Peloponnesus with Macedonians, whom he himself, when a youth, having beaten their garrison out of the castle of Corinth, had driven from the same country. And there had been constant suspicion and variance between him and all the kings, and of Antigonus, in particular, he has said a thousand dishonorable things in the commentaries he has left behind him. And though he declares himself how he suffered considerable losses, and underwent great dangers, that he might free Athens from the garrison of the Macedonians, yet, afterwards, he brought the very same men armed into his own country, and his own house, even to the women’s apartment. He would not endure that one of the family of Hercules, and king of Sparta, and one that had reformed the polity of his country, as it were, from a disordered harmony, and retuned it to the plain Doric measure and rule of life of Lycurgus, should be styled head of the Tritaeans and Sicyonians; and whilst he fled the barley-cake and coarse coat, and which were his chief accusations against Cleomenes, the extirpation of wealth and reformation of poverty, he basely subjected himself, together with Achaea, to the diadem and purple, to the imperious commands of the Macedonians and their satraps. That he might not seem to be under Cleomenes, he offered sacrificers, called Antigonea, in honor of Antigonus, and sang paeans himself, with a garland on his head, to the praise of a wasted, consumptive Macedonian. I write this not out of any design to disgrace Aratus, for in many things he showed himself a true lover of Greece, and a great man, but out of pity to the weakness of human nature, which in characters like this, so worthy and in so many ways disposed to virtue, cannot maintain its honors unblemished by some envious fault.
This messed up the situation in Greece, which was just starting to recover from its disasters and show some ability to free itself from the arrogance and greed of the Macedonians. Aratus, whether out of fear or distrust of Cleomenes, envy of his unexpected success, or thinking it was shameful for a man who had led for thirty-three years to be replaced by a young guy who took all his glory and power, tried to stop the Achaeans from teaming up with Cleomenes. But when they wouldn't listen to him, fearful of Cleomenes's boldness and thinking the Lacedaemonians’ proposals were quite reasonable, since they only aimed to restore Peloponnesus to its old order, he resorted to an action that was unworthy of any Greek, deeply dishonorable to him, and beneath his previous bravery and achievements. He called Antigonus into Greece and flooded Peloponnesus with Macedonians, whom he had once driven out from Corinth when he was a youth. He had always been suspicious of and at odds with the kings, and particularly disparaged Antigonus in many of his writings. Although he claims to have faced significant losses and dangers to free Athens from the Macedonian garrison, he later brought those same armed men into his own country and even into areas meant for women. He couldn't stand the idea of someone from the family of Hercules, the king of Sparta, who had reformed his country’s government from chaos back to the simple ways of life set by Lycurgus, being called the leader of the Tritaeans and Sicyonians. While he criticized the plain diet and rough clothing, which were his main accusations against Cleomenes regarding the end of wealth and the reform of poverty, he disgracefully submitted himself and Achaea to the rule of the Macedonians and their governors. To avoid looking like he was under Cleomenes, he held sacrifices called Antigonea in honor of Antigonus and even sang praises himself, wearing a garland, to honor a weakened, frail Macedonian. I don't share this to shame Aratus, for he truly loved Greece and was a great man in many respects, but out of sympathy for the weakness of human nature, which in figures like him, so admirable and inclined towards virtue, can't keep its honor free from some envious flaw.
The Achaeans meeting again in assembly at Argos, and Cleomenes having come from Tegea, there were great hopes that all differences would be composed. But Aratus, Antigonus and he having already agreed upon the chief articles of their league, fearing that Cleomenes would carry all before him, and either win or force the multitude to comply with his demands, proposed, that having three hundred hostages put into his hands, he should come alone into the town, or bring his army to the place of exercise, called the Cyllarabium, outside the city, and treat there.
The Achaeans met again in assembly at Argos, and with Cleomenes arriving from Tegea, there was a lot of hope that all disagreements would be resolved. However, Aratus, Antigonus, and Cleomenes had already agreed on the main points of their alliance. They were worried that Cleomenes would dominate and either win over or force the people to accept his demands. They proposed that he should take three hundred hostages and either come into the town alone or bring his army to the exercise area known as the Cyllarabium, outside the city, to negotiate there.
Cleomenes, hearing this, said, that he was unjustly dealt with; for they ought to have told him so plainly at first, and not now he was come even to their doors, show their jealousy, and deny him admission. And writing a letter to the Achaeans about the same subject, the greatest part of which was an accusation of Aratus, while Aratus, on the other side, spoke violently against him to the assembly, he hastily dislodged, and sent a trumpeter to denounce war against the Achaeans, not to Argos, but to Aegium, as Aratus writes, that he might not give them notice enough to make provision for their defense. There had also been a movement among the Achaeans themselves, and the cities were eager for revolt; the common people expecting a division of the land, and a release from their debts, and the chief men being in many places ill-disposed to Aratus, and some of them angry and indignant with him, for having brought the Macedonians into Peloponnesus. Encouraged by these misunderstandings, Cleomenes invaded Achaea, and first took Pellene by surprise, and beat out the Achaean garrison, and afterwards brought over Pheneus and Penteleum to his side. Now the Achaeans, suspecting some treacherous designs at Corinth and Sicyon, sent their horse and mercenaries out of Argos, to have an eye upon those cities, and they themselves went to Argos, to celebrate the Nemean games. Cleomenes, advertised of this march, and hoping, as it afterward fell out, that upon an unexpected advance to the city, now busied in the solemnity of the games, and thronged with numerous spectators, he should raise a considerable terror and confusion amongst them, by night marched with his army to the walls, and taking the quarter of the town called Aspis, which lies above the theater, well fortified, and hard to be approached, he so terrified them that none offered to resist, but they agreed to accept a garrison, to give twenty citizens for hostages, and to assist the Lacedaemonians, and that he should have the chief command.
Cleomenes, hearing this, said he was being treated unfairly; they should have clearly communicated their intentions from the start instead of showing their jealousy now that he had arrived at their doorstep and denying him entry. He wrote a letter to the Achaeans about the matter, mostly accusing Aratus, while Aratus, on the other hand, spoke aggressively against him in the assembly. In a rush, he left and sent a trumpeter to declare war on the Achaeans, targeting Aegium instead of Argos, as Aratus noted, to catch them off guard and not give them enough time to prepare for defense. There was also unrest among the Achaeans themselves, with cities eager to revolt; the common people were hoping for land redistribution and relief from their debts, while many influential individuals were upset with Aratus and a few were angry with him for bringing the Macedonians into the Peloponnesus. Taking advantage of these tensions, Cleomenes invaded Achaea, initially surprising Pellene and defeating the Achaean garrison, then winning over Pheneus and Penteleum to his side. Meanwhile, the Achaeans, suspecting treachery in Corinth and Sicyon, sent their cavalry and mercenaries from Argos to keep an eye on those cities, while they themselves went to Argos to participate in the Nemean games. Cleomenes, informed of their movement, and hoping, as it turned out later, that by advancing unexpectedly on the city, which was preoccupied with the festivities and crowded with spectators, he would create significant fear and chaos, marched his army to the walls at night. He took the part of the town known as Aspis, which is situated above the theater, heavily fortified, and difficult to reach. His sudden attack frightened them so much that no one dared to fight back; they agreed to accept a garrison, provide twenty citizens as hostages, and support the Lacedaemonians, while granting him the chief command.
This action considerably increased his reputation and his power; for the ancient Spartan kings, though they many ways endeavored to effect it, could never bring Argos to be permanently theirs. And Pyrrhus, the most experienced captain, though he entered the city by force, could not keep possession, but was slain himself, with a considerable part of his army. Therefore they admired the dispatch and contrivance of Cleomenes; and those that before derided him, for imitating, as they said, Solon and Lycurgus, in releasing the people from their debts, and in equalizing the property of the citizens, were now fain to admit that this was the cause of the change in the Spartans. For before they were very low in the world, and so unable to secure their own, that the Aetolians, invading Laconia, brought away fifty thousand slaves; so that one of the elder Spartans is reported to have said, that they had done Laconia a kindness by unburdening it; and yet a little while after, by merely recurring once again to their native customs, and reentering the track of the ancient discipline, they were able to give, as though it had been under the eyes and conduct of Lycurgus himself, the most signal instances of courage and obedience, raising Sparta to her ancient place as the commanding state of Greece, and recovering all Peloponnesus.
This action greatly boosted his reputation and power; the ancient Spartan kings, despite their efforts, could never make Argos permanently theirs. Pyrrhus, the most skilled commander, though he took the city by force, couldn't hold it and was killed along with a significant part of his army. Therefore, people admired Cleomenes' quick action and clever strategy; those who had previously mocked him for imitating Solon and Lycurgus—by freeing the people from their debts and equalizing the citizens' property—now had to acknowledge that this was the reason for the Spartans' transformation. Before, they were in a very weak position, unable to protect their own, to the point that the Aetolians invaded Laconia and took away fifty thousand slaves. One of the older Spartans reportedly said they had done Laconia a favor by relieving it of its burdens. Yet, shortly after, by simply returning to their traditional customs and re-embracing the ancient discipline, they were able to demonstrate, as if under the guidance of Lycurgus himself, remarkable acts of courage and obedience, restoring Sparta to its former stature as the leading state of Greece and regaining all of Peloponnesus.
When Argos was captured, and Cleonae and Phlius came over, as they did at once, to Cleomenes, Aratus was at Corinth, searching after some who were reported to favor the Spartan interest. The news, being brought to him, disturbed him very much; for he perceived the city inclining to Cleomenes, and willing to be rid of the Achaeans. Therefore he summoned the citizens to meet in the Council Hall, and slipping away without being observed to the gate, he mounted his horse that had been brought for him thither, and fled to Sicyon. And the Corinthians made such haste to Cleomenes at Argos, that, as Aratus says, striving who should be first there, they spoiled all their horses; he adds that Cleomenes was very angry with the Corinthians for letting him escape; and that Megistonus came from Cleomenes to him, desiring him to deliver up the castle at Corinth, which was then garrisoned by the Achaeans, and offered him a considerable sum of money, and that he answered, that matters were not now in his power, but he in theirs. Thus Aratus himself writes. But Cleomenes, marching from Argos, and taking in the Troezenians, Epidaurians, and Hermioneans, came to Corinth, and blocked up the castle, which the Achaeans would not surrender; and sending for Aratus’s friends and stewards, committed his house and estate to their care and management; and sent Tritymallus, the Messenian, to him a second time, desiring that the castle might be equally garrisoned by the Spartans and Achaeans, and promising to Aratus himself double the pension that he received from king Ptolemy. But Aratus, refusing the conditions, and sending his own son with the other hostages to Antigonus, and persuading the Achaeans to make a decree for delivering the castle into Antigonus’s hands, upon this Cleomenes invaded the territory of the Sicyonians, and by a decree of the Corinthians, accepted Aratus’s estate as a gift.
When Argos was taken, and Cleonae and Phlius quickly joined Cleomenes, Aratus was in Corinth, looking for those rumored to support the Spartans. The news troubled him greatly; he saw the city leaning towards Cleomenes and wanting to be free of the Achaeans. So, he called the citizens to gather in the Council Hall, then quietly slipped away to the gate, got on his horse that had been brought for him, and fled to Sicyon. The Corinthians hurried to Cleomenes at Argos, and according to Aratus, they rushed so much to be the first that they wore out all their horses. He adds that Cleomenes was very angry with the Corinthians for allowing Aratus to escape, and that Megistonus came from Cleomenes to him, requesting that he hand over the castle at Corinth, which was then manned by the Achaeans. Megistonus offered him a considerable amount of money, to which Aratus replied that the situation was no longer in his control but rather in theirs. That's how Aratus himself describes it. Meanwhile, Cleomenes moved from Argos, bringing in the Troezenians, Epidaurians, and Hermioneans, and arrived at Corinth, surrounding the castle, which the Achaeans refused to surrender. He then called for Aratus's friends and stewards to take care of his house and property and sent Tritymallus, the Messenian, to him again, asking for the castle to be jointly occupied by Spartans and Achaeans, and promising Aratus double the pension he received from King Ptolemy. But Aratus refused the terms, sent his own son along with the other hostages to Antigonus, and convinced the Achaeans to pass a decree for handing over the castle to Antigonus. Following this, Cleomenes invaded Sicyonian territory, and by a decree from the Corinthians, accepted Aratus's estate as a gift.
In the meantime, Antigonus, with a great army, was passing Geranea; and Cleomenes, thinking it more advisable to fortify and garrison, not the isthmus, but the mountains called Onea, and by a war of posts and positions to weary the Macedonians, rather than to venture a set battle with the highly disciplined phalanx, put his design in execution, and very much distressed Antigonus. For he had not brought victuals sufficient for his army; nor was it easy to force a way through, whilst Cleomenes guarded the pass. He attempted by night to pass through Lechaeum, but failed, and lost some men; so that Cleomenes and his army were mightily encouraged, and so flushed with the victory, that they went merrily to supper; and Antigonus was very much dejected, being driven, by the necessity he was in, to most unpromising attempts. He was proposing to march to the promontory of Heraeum, and thence transport his army in boats to Sicyon, which would take up a great deal of time, and require much preparation and means. But when it was now evening, some of Aratus’s friends came from Argos by sea, and invited him to return, for the Argives would revolt from Cleomenes. Aristoteles was the man that wrought the revolt, and he had no hard task to persuade the common people; for they were all angry with Cleomenes for not releasing them from their debts as they expected. Accordingly, obtaining fifteen hundred of Antigonus’s soldiers, Aratus sailed to Epidaurus; but Aristoteles, not staying for his coming, drew out the citizens, and fought against the garrison of the castle; and Timoxenus, with the Achaeans from Sicyon, came to his assistance.
In the meantime, Antigonus was leading a large army through Geranea, while Cleomenes decided it was better to fortify the mountains known as Onea rather than the isthmus, aiming to wear down the Macedonians with skirmishes instead of engaging in a direct battle against their well-trained phalanx. This strategy caused Antigonus a lot of trouble since he hadn’t brought enough supplies for his army, and it was difficult to break through while Cleomenes was guarding the pass. He tried to get through Lechaeum at night but failed and lost some soldiers, which boosted Cleomenes and his troops’ morale so much that they celebrated with a joyful dinner; meanwhile, Antigonus was feeling very discouraged, forced into desperate actions due to his situation. He considered marching to the promontory of Heraeum and then ferrying his army to Sicyon, but that would take a lot of time and require a lot of preparation and resources. However, as evening approached, some of Aratus’s friends arrived by sea from Argos and urged him to return, saying the Argives were ready to revolt against Cleomenes. Aristoteles was the person who instigated the revolt, and he didn’t have a hard time convincing the common people, who were all upset with Cleomenes for not freeing them from their debts as they had hoped. So, with fifteen hundred soldiers from Antigonus, Aratus sailed to Epidaurus; but Aristoteles, not waiting for him, rallied the citizens and fought against the castle’s garrison, and Timoxenus, along with the Achaeans from Sicyon, came to help him.
Cleomenes heard the news about the second watch of the night, and sending for Megistonus, angrily commanded him to go and set things right at Argos. Megistonus had passed his word for the Argives’ loyalty, and had persuaded him not to banish the suspected. Therefore, dispatching him with two thousand soldiers, he himself kept watch upon Antigonus, and encouraged the Corinthians, pretending that there was no great matter in the commotions at Argos, but only a little disturbance raised by a few inconsiderable persons. But when Megistonus, entering Argos, was slain, and the garrison could scarce hold out, and frequent messengers came to Cleomenes for succors, he, fearing least the enemy, having taken Argos, should shut up the passes, and securely waste Laconia, and besiege Sparta itself, which he had left without forces, dislodged from Corinth, and immediately lost that city; for Antigonus entered it, and garrisoned the town. He turned aside from his direct march, and assaulting the walls of Argos, endeavored to carry it by a sudden attack and then, having collected his forces from their march, breaking into the Aspis, he joined the garrison, which still held out against the Achaeans; some parts of the city he scaled and took, and his Cretan archers cleared the streets. But when he saw Antigonus with his phalanx descending from the mountains into the plain, and the horse on all sides entering the city, he thought it impossible to maintain his post, and, gathering together all his men, came safely down, and made his retreat under the walls, having in so short a time possessed himself of great power, and in one journey, so to say, having made himself master of almost all Peloponnesus, and now lost all again in as short a time. For some of his allies at once withdrew and forsook him, and others not long after put their cities under Antigonus’s protection. His hopes thus defeated, as he was leading back the relics of his forces, messengers from Lacedaemon met him in the evening at Tegea, and brought him, news of as great a misfortune as that which he had lately suffered, and this was the death of his wife, to whom he was so attached, and thought so much of her, that even in his most successful expeditions, when he was most prosperous, he could not refrain, but would ever now and then come home to Sparta, to visit Agiatis.
Cleomenes heard the news about the second watch of the night and, sending for Megistonus, angrily ordered him to go and fix things at Argos. Megistonus had assured him of the Argives’ loyalty and had convinced him not to banish those who were suspected. So, sending him off with two thousand soldiers, Cleomenes kept watch on Antigonus and encouraged the Corinthians, pretending that the unrest at Argos was just a minor disturbance caused by a few insignificant people. However, when Megistonus entered Argos and was killed, and the garrison struggled to hold out, frequent messengers arrived to Cleomenes asking for help. Fearing that the enemy, having taken Argos, would block the passes, easily ravage Laconia, and lay siege to Sparta itself—which he had left defenseless—he abandoned his position in Corinth and immediately lost that city as Antigonus took it and put a garrison there. Cleomenes diverted from his direct route and attacked the walls of Argos, trying for a surprise assault. Then, gathering his forces from their march and breaking into the Aspis, he joined the garrison that still held against the Achaeans. He scaled and captured parts of the city, and his Cretan archers cleared the streets. But when he saw Antigonus and his phalanx coming down from the mountains into the plain, with cavalry entering the city from all sides, he realized it was impossible to maintain his position. Collecting all his men, he safely retreated to the walls, having gained significant power in such a short time, effectively becoming the ruler of almost all of Peloponnesus, only to lose it just as quickly. Some of his allies immediately deserted him, while others soon placed their cities under Antigonus’s protection. Defeated in his hopes, as he led the remnants of his forces back, messengers from Lacedaemon met him in the evening at Tegea, bringing news of another great misfortune. He learned of the death of his wife, to whom he was deeply attached and thought so highly of that even during his most successful campaigns, when he was thriving, he couldn’t help but return to Sparta now and then to visit Agiatis.
This news afflicted him extremely, and he grieved, as a young man would do, for the loss of a very beautiful and excellent wife; yet he did not let his passion disgrace him, or impair the greatness of his mind, but keeping his usual voice, his countenance, and his habit, he gave necessary orders to his captains, and took the precautions required for the safety of Tegea. Next morning he came to Sparta, and having at home with his mother and children bewailed the loss, and finished his mourning, he at once devoted himself to the public affairs of the state.
This news hit him hard, and he mourned, like any young man would, for the loss of a beautiful and wonderful wife. However, he didn’t let his grief bring him down or weaken his resolve. Maintaining his usual demeanor and approach, he gave the necessary orders to his captains and took the necessary steps to ensure the safety of Tegea. The next morning, he went to Sparta, and after mourning the loss at home with his mother and children, he immediately focused on the public affairs of the state.
Now Ptolemy, the king of Egypt, promised him assistance, but demanded his mother and children for hostages. This, for some considerable time, he was ashamed to discover to his mother; and though he often went to her on purpose, and was just upon the discourse, yet he still refrained, and kept it to himself; so that she began to suspect, and asked his friends, whether Cleomenes had something to say to her, which he was afraid to speak. At last, Cleomenes venturing to tell her, she laughed aloud, and said, “Was this the thing that you had so often a mind to tell me, and were afraid? Make haste and put me on shipboard, and send this carcass where it may be most serviceable to Sparta, before age destroys it unprofitably here.” Therefore, all things being provided for the voyage, they went by land to Taenarus, and the army waited on them. Cratesiclea, when she was ready to go on board, took Cleomenes aside into Neptune’s temple, and embracing him, who was much dejected, and extremely discomposed, she said, “Go to, king of Sparta; when we come forth at the door, let none see us weep, or show any passion that is unworthy of Sparta, for that alone is in our own power; as for success or disappointment, those wait on us as the deity decrees.” Having thus said, and composed her countenance, she went to the ship with her little grandson, and bade the pilot put at once out to sea. When she came to Egypt, and understood that Ptolemy entertained proposals and overtures of peace from Antigonus, and that Cleomenes, though the Achaeans invited and urged him to an agreement, was afraid, for her sake, to come to any, without Ptolemy’s consent, she wrote to him, advising him to do that which was most becoming and most profitable for Sparta, and not, for the sake of an old woman and a little child, stand always in fear of Ptolemy. This character she maintained in her misfortunes.
Now, Ptolemy, the king of Egypt, promised to help him but demanded his mother and children as hostages. He was embarrassed to tell his mother about this for a long time, even though he often visited her with the intention of discussing it. Each time, he held back and kept it to himself, which made her suspicious. She began asking his friends if Cleomenes had something to tell her but was too afraid to say it. Eventually, Cleomenes took the chance to tell her, and she laughed out loud, saying, "Was this what you were so anxious to tell me but were scared? Hurry up and get me on a ship, and send this body where it can be most useful to Sparta, before age makes it useless here." So, once everything was ready for the journey, they traveled by land to Taenarus, with the army following them. When Cratesiclea was ready to board, she took Cleomenes aside into Neptune's temple. Embracing him, who looked very upset and distressed, she said, “Listen, king of Sparta; when we step outside, let’s not let anyone see us cry or show any emotion unworthy of Sparta, because that’s the one thing we control; success or failure depend on what the gods decide.” After saying this and composing herself, she went to the ship with her young grandson and told the pilot to head out to sea immediately. When she arrived in Egypt and learned that Ptolemy was considering peace proposals from Antigonus and that Cleomenes, although urged by the Achaeans to make an agreement, was afraid to do so for her sake without Ptolemy’s approval, she wrote to him. In her letter, she advised him to do what was best and most beneficial for Sparta, and not to live in fear of Ptolemy for the sake of an old woman and a small child. This was how she carried herself through her misfortunes.
Antigonus, having taken Tegea, and plundered Orchomenus and Mantinea, Cleomenes was shut up within the narrow bounds of Laconia; and making such of the helots as could pay five Attic pounds, free of Sparta, and, by that means, getting together five hundred talents, and arming two thousand after the Macedonian fashion, that he might make a body fit to oppose Antigonus’s Leucaspides he undertook a great and unexpected enterprise. Megalopolis was at that time a city of itself as great and as powerful as Sparta, and had the forces of the Achaeans and of Antigonus encamping beside it; and it was chiefly the Megalopolitans’ doing, that Antigonus had been called in to assist the Achaeans. Cleomenes, resolving to snatch the city (no other word so well suits so rapid and so surprising an action), ordered his men to take five days’ provision, and marched to Sellasia, as if he intended to ravage the country of the Argives; but from thence making a descent into the territories of Megalopolis, and refreshing his army about Rhoeteum, he suddenly took the road by Helicus, and advanced directly upon the city. When he was not far off the town, he sent Panteus, with two regiments, to surprise a portion of the wall between two towers, which he learnt to be the most unguarded quarter of the Megalopolitans’ fortifications, and with the rest of his forces he followed leisurely. Panteus not only succeeded at that point, but finding a great part of the wall without guards, he at once proceeded to pull it down in some places, and make openings through it in others, and killed all the defenders that he found. Whilst he was thus busied, Cleomenes came up to him, and was got with his army within the city, before the Megalopolitans knew of the surprise. When, after some time, they learned their misfortune, some left the town immediately, taking with them what property they could; others armed, and engaged the enemy; and through they were not able to beat them out, yet they gave their citizens time and opportunity safely to retire, so that there were not above one thousand persons taken in the town, all the rest flying, with their wives and children, and escaping to Messene. The greater number, also, of those that armed and fought the enemy, were saved, and very few taken, amongst whom were Lysandridas and Thearidas, two men of great power and reputation amongst the Megalopolitans; and therefore the soldiers, as soon as they were taken, brought them to Cleomenes. And Lysandridas, as soon as he saw Cleomenes afar off, cried out, “Now, king of Sparta, it is in your power, by doing a most kingly and a nobler action than you have already performed, to purchase the greatest glory.” And Cleomenes, guessing at his meaning, replied, “What, Lysandridas, you will not surely advise me to restore your city to you again?” “It is that which I mean,” Lysandridas replied, “and I advise you not to ruin so brave a city, but to fill it with faithful and steadfast friends and allies, by restoring their country to the Megalopolitans, and being the savior of so considerable a people.” Cleomenes paused a while, and then said, “It is very hard to trust so far in these matters; but with us let profit always yield to glory.” Having said this, he sent the two men to Messene with a herald from himself, offering the Megalopolitans their city again, if they would forsake the Achaean interest, and be on his side. But though Cleomenes made these generous and humane proposals, Philopoemen would not suffer them to break their league with the Achaeans; and accusing Cleomenes to the people, as if his design was not to restore the city, but to take the citizens too, he forced Thearidas and Lysandridas to leave Messene.
Antigonus, after taking Tegea and looting Orchomenus and Mantinea, had Cleomenes trapped within the limited area of Laconia. He freed those helots who could pay five Attic pounds from Spartan control, and with that, he gathered five hundred talents and armed two thousand soldiers in a Macedonian style to create a force capable of confronting Antigonus’s Leucaspides. He launched a bold and unexpected plan. At the time, Megalopolis was as large and powerful as Sparta, with the forces of the Achaeans and Antigonus positioned nearby. It was largely due to the Megalopolitans that Antigonus had been called in to support the Achaeans. Cleomenes decided to seize the city (there's no better term for such a swift and surprising operation). He instructed his men to carry five days' worth of supplies and marched toward Sellasia, pretending he intended to raid the Argive lands. However, he then shifted his approach into the territories of Megalopolis, regrouping his army at Rhoeteum before making a direct move on the city via Helicus. When he was close to the town, he sent Panteus with two regiments to ambush part of the wall between two towers, having learned that it was the least guarded section of the Megalopolitans' defenses. As the rest of his troops followed at a relaxed pace, Panteus not only succeeded in that area but also discovered large sections of the wall unprotected. He quickly began tearing it down and creating openings while taking out any defenders he encountered. As he was occupied, Cleomenes arrived with his army and entered the city before the Megalopolitans realized they had been ambushed. Once they began grasping the gravity of the situation, some fled immediately with whatever belongings they could carry, while others armed themselves and fought the invaders. Although they couldn’t push Cleomenes out, they managed to buy their fellow citizens time to escape, resulting in only about a thousand people being captured; the rest fled with their families to Messene. Most of those who fought and engaged the enemy also managed to survive, with very few being taken prisoner, among them Lysandridas and Thearidas, two prominent figures in Megalopolis. The soldiers brought them to Cleomenes as soon as they were captured. Upon seeing Cleomenes from a distance, Lysandridas shouted, “Now, king of Sparta, you have the opportunity to achieve even greater glory through a noble action than you have already accomplished.” Cleomenes, sensing what he meant, replied, “What, Lysandridas, are you really suggesting that I return your city to you?” “That’s exactly it,” Lysandridas responded, “and I urge you not to destroy such a brave city, but to fill it with loyal friends and allies by restoring their land to the Megalopolitans and becoming the savior of such a significant people.” Cleomenes hesitated for a moment and then said, “It’s extremely difficult to fully trust in these matters; however, let glory always take precedence over profit.” He then sent both men to Messene with a herald, offering the Megalopolitans their city back if they would abandon their alliance with the Achaeans and side with him. Despite Cleomenes' generous and humane offers, Philopoemen refused to let them break their alliance with the Achaeans. He accused Cleomenes in front of the public, suggesting that his real intention was not to return the city but to capture its citizens as well, which forced Thearidas and Lysandridas to leave Messene.
This was that Philopoemen who was afterward chief of the Achaeans and a man of the greatest reputation amongst the Greeks, as I have refuted in his own life. This news coming to Cleomenes, though he had before taken strict care that the city should not be plundered, yet then, being in anger, and out of all patience, he despoiled the place of all the valuables, and sent the statues and pictures to Sparta; and demolishing a great part of the city, he marched away for fear of Antigonus and the Achaeans; but they never stirred, for they were at Aegium, at a council of war. There Aratus mounted the speaker’s place, and wept a long while, holding his mantle before his face; and at last, the company being amazed, and commanding him to speak, he said, “Megalopolis is destroyed by Cleomenes.” The assembly instantly dissolved, the Achaeans being astounded at the suddenness and greatness of the loss; and Antigonus, intending to send speedy succors, when he found his forces gather very slowly out of their winter-quarters, sent them orders to continue there still; and he himself marched to Argos with a small body of men. And now the second enterprise of Cleomenes, though it had the look of a desperate and frantic adventure, yet in Polybius’s opinion, was done with mature deliberation and great foresight. For knowing very well that the Macedonians were dispersed into their winter-quarters, and that Antigonus with his friends and a few mercenaries about him wintered in Argos, upon these considerations he invaded the country of the Argives, hoping to shame Antigonus to a battle upon unequal terms, or else, if he did not dare to fight, to bring him into disrepute with the Achaeans. And this accordingly happened. For Cleomenes wasting, plundering, and spoiling the whole country, the Argives, in grief and anger at the loss, gathered in crowds at the king’s gates, crying out that he should either fight, or surrender his command to better and braver men. But Antigonus, as became an experienced captain, accounting it rather dishonorable foolishly to hazard his army and quit his security, than merely to be railed at by other people, would not march out against Cleomenes, but stood firm to his convictions. Cleomenes, in the meantime, brought his army up to the very walls, and having without opposition spoiled the country, and insulted over his enemies, drew off again.
This was Philopoemen, who later became the leader of the Achaeans and gained great respect among the Greeks, as I've explained in his own story. When Cleomenes heard this news, even though he had previously made sure the city wouldn’t be looted, he was so angry and filled with rage that he stripped the place of its valuables and sent statues and paintings back to Sparta. He also destroyed a large part of the city and left to avoid Antigonus and the Achaeans. However, the Achaeans didn’t move because they were at a war council in Aegium. There, Aratus took the speaker's platform and cried for a long time, covering his face with his cloak. Finally, after the crowd urged him to speak, he said, “Megalopolis has been destroyed by Cleomenes.” The assembly immediately broke up, shocked by the sudden and significant loss. Antigonus, intending to send help quickly, found that his forces were slowly gathering from their winter camps, so he ordered them to stay put. He then marched to Argos with a small group of men. Now, Cleomenes’s second venture, although it seemed like a reckless and desperate act, was seen by Polybius as a calculated move with careful planning. Knowing that the Macedonians were scattered in their winter quarters and that Antigonus, along with a few allies and mercenaries, was wintering in Argos, he invaded the territory of the Argives. He hoped to provoke Antigonus into battle on uneven terms or, if that didn’t work, to make him lose respect among the Achaeans. This turned out as expected. Cleomenes ravaged, looted, and pillaged the entire region, causing the Argives to gather in large numbers at the king’s gates, demanding that he either fight or hand over his command to someone braver. However, Antigonus, being a seasoned leader, believed it was more dishonorable to recklessly risk his army and abandon his security than to be criticized by others. So, he refused to confront Cleomenes and stayed true to his principles. Meanwhile, Cleomenes brought his army right up to the city walls and, after looting the countryside and taunting his enemies, withdrew once again.
A little while after, being informed that Antigonus designed a new advance to Tegea, and thence to invade Laconia, he rapidly took his soldiers, and marching by a side road, appeared early in the morning before Argos, and wasted the fields about it. The corn he did not cut down, as is usual, with reaping hooks and knives, but beat it down with great wooden staves made like broadswords, as if, in mere contempt and wanton scorn, while traveling on his way, without any effort or trouble, he spoiled and destroyed their harvest. Yet when his soldiers would have set Cyllabaris, the exercise ground, on fire, he stopped the attempt, as if he felt, that the mischief he had done at Megalopolis had been the effects of his passion rather than his wisdom. And when Antigonus, first of all, came hastily back to Argos, and then occupied the mountains and passes with his posts, he professed to disregard and despise it all; and sent heralds to ask for the keys of the temple of Juno, as though he proposed to offer sacrifice there and then return. And with this scornful pleasantry upon Antigonus, having sacrificed to the goddess under the walls of the temple, which was shut, he went to Phlius; and from thence driving out those that garrisoned Oligyrtus, he marched down to Orchomenus. And these enterprises not only encouraged the citizens, but made him appear to the very enemies to be a man worthy of high command, and capable of great things. For with the strength of one city, not only to fight the power of the Macedonians and all the Peloponnesians, supported by all the royal treasures, not only to preserve Laconia from being spoiled, but to waste the enemy’s country, and to take so many and such considerable cities, was an argument of no common skill and genius for command.
Not long after, hearing that Antigonus planned to make a new move toward Tegea and then invade Laconia, he quickly gathered his soldiers and took a side road, appearing early in the morning outside Argos, where he devastated the surrounding fields. Instead of cutting the crops down with sickles and knives, he smashed them with large wooden sticks shaped like broadswords, as if to show total contempt and casual disdain, ruining their harvest effortlessly as he passed by. However, when his soldiers attempted to set Cyllabaris, the training ground, on fire, he stopped them, as if he realized that the damage he’d done at Megalopolis came from his anger rather than his wisdom. When Antigonus rushed back to Argos and secured the mountains and passes with his troops, he pretended to ignore it all and sent messengers to ask for the keys to the temple of Juno, claiming he intended to offer a sacrifice there and then come back. With this mocking gesture toward Antigonus, he sacrificed to the goddess at the closed temple and then went to Phlius; from there, he expelled those garrisoning Oligyrtus and marched down to Orchomenus. These actions not only boosted the citizens' morale but also made him seem to his enemies like a man deserving of high command and capable of great achievements. With the strength of just one city, he managed to confront the Macedonian power and all of Peloponnesia, backed by royal wealth, not only protecting Laconia from being plundered but also ravaging the enemy’s territory and capturing numerous significant cities, showcasing remarkable skill and talent for leadership.
But he that first said that money was the sinews of affairs, seems especially in that saying to refer to war. Demades, when the Athenians had voted that their galleys should be launched and equipped for action, but could produce no money, told them, “The baker was wanted first, and the pilot after.” And the old Archidamus, in the beginning of the Peloponnesian war, when the allies desired that the amount of their contributions should be determined, is reported to have answered, that war cannot be fed upon so much a day. For as wrestlers, who have thoroughly trained and disciplined their bodies, in time tire down and exhaust the most agile and most skillful combatant, so Antigonus, coming to the war with great resources to spend from, wore out Cleomenes, whose poverty made it difficult for him to provide the merest sufficiency of pay for the mercenaries, or of provisions for the citizens. For, in all other respects, time favored Cleomenes; for Antigonus’s affairs at home began to be disturbed. For the barbarians wasted and overran Macedonia whilst he was absent, and at that particular time a vast army of Illyrians had entered the country; to be freed from whose devastations, the Macedonians sent for Antigonus, and the letters had almost been brought to him before the battle was fought; upon the receipt of which he would at once have marched away home, and left the Achaeans to look to themselves. But Fortune, that loves to determine the greatest affairs by a minute, in this conjuncture showed such an exact niceness of time, that immediately after the battle in Sellasia was over, and Cleomenes had lost his army and his city, the messengers came up and called for Antigonus. And this above everything made Cleomenes’s misfortune to be pitied; for if he had gone on retreating and had forborne fighting two days longer, there had been no need of hazarding a battle; since upon the departure of the Macedonians, he might have had what conditions he pleased from the Achaeans. But now, as was said before, for want of money, being necessitated to trust everything to arms, he was forced with twenty thousand (such is Polybius’s account) to engage thirty thousand. And approving himself an admirable commander in this difficulty, his citizens showing an extraordinary courage, and his mercenaries bravery enough, he was overborne by the different way of fighting, and the weight of the heavy-armed phalanx. Phylarchus also affirms, that the treachery of some about him was the chief cause of Cleomenes’s ruin.
But the first person to say that money is the key to operations was likely referring specifically to war. Demades, when the Athenians decided to launch and equip their ships but couldn't raise any funds, told them, “First, you need a baker, then a pilot.” And the old Archidamus, at the start of the Peloponnesian War, when the allies wanted to know how much they should contribute, reportedly replied that you can’t sustain a war on a daily budget. Just like wrestlers who have trained hard get worn out over time, even the most skilled fighters can be exhausted, so too did Antigonus, who came to battle with plenty of resources, overwhelm Cleomenes, whose lack of funds made it hard to provide basic pay for the mercenaries or food for the citizens. In every other aspect, time was on Cleomenes’s side; Antigonus’s situation back home was becoming chaotic. Barbarians were ravaging and overrunning Macedonia while he was away, and at that moment, a large army of Illyrians had invaded the region; to be freed from that destruction, the Macedonians called for Antigonus, and the messages were almost delivered to him before the battle took place. If he had received them, he would have immediately marched home and left the Achaeans to fend for themselves. But Fortune, which often decides major events by tiny details, ensured that right after the battle at Sellasia concluded, and Cleomenes had lost his army and city, the messengers arrived and called for Antigonus. This made Cleomenes’s misfortune particularly pitiable, because if he had continued to retreat and postponed the fight for just two more days, he would not have needed to risk a battle; upon the Macedonians' departure, he could have demanded whatever terms he wanted from the Achaeans. However, as mentioned earlier, due to the lack of money and being forced to rely entirely on combat, he was compelled to face thirty thousand troops with just twenty thousand of his own (as stated by Polybius). By proving himself an excellent commander in such tough circumstances, with his citizens showing remarkable courage and his mercenaries fighting valiantly, he was ultimately overwhelmed by the different battle tactics and the strength of the heavily armed phalanx. Phylarchus also states that the betrayal of some of his followers was the primary reason for Cleomenes’s downfall.
For Antigonus gave orders, that the Illyrians and Acarnanians should march round by a secret way, and encompass the other wing, which Euclidas, Cleomenes’s brother, commanded; and then drew out the rest of his forces to the battle. And Cleomenes, from a convenient rising, viewing his order, and not seeing any of the Illyrians and Acarnanians, began to suspect that Antigonus had sent them upon some such design, and calling for Damoteles, who was at the head of those specially appointed to such ambush duty, he bade him carefully to look after and discover the enemy’s designs upon his rear. But Damoteles, for some say Antigonus had bribed him, telling him that he should not be solicitous about that matter, for all was well enough, but mind and fight those that met him in the front, he was satisfied, and advanced against Antigonus; and by the vigorous charge of his Spartans, made the Macedonian phalanx give ground, and pressed upon them with great advantage about half a mile; but then making a stand, and seeing the danger which the surrounded wing, commanded by his brother Euclidas, was in, he cried out, “Thou art lost, dear brother, thou art lost, thou brave example to our Spartan youth, and theme of our matrons’ songs.” And Euclidas’s wing being cut in pieces, and the conquerors from that part falling upon him, he perceived his soldiers to be disordered, and unable to maintain the fight, and therefore provided for his own safety. There fell, we are told, in the battle, besides many of the mercenary soldiers, all the Spartans, six thousand in number, except two hundred.
Antigonus ordered the Illyrians and Acarnanians to take a hidden route and surround the other flank, which was led by Euclidas, Cleomenes’s brother; he then deployed the rest of his troops for battle. Cleomenes, watching from a favorable position and noticing that there were no Illyrians or Acarnanians in sight, started to worry that Antigonus had sent them to carry out some kind of scheme. He called for Damoteles, who was in charge of those assigned to ambush duties, and instructed him to carefully monitor and figure out the enemy's plans for his rear. However, Damoteles, some say because Antigonus had bribed him, assured Cleomenes not to worry about that situation, claiming everything was fine, and told him to focus on the fight in front of him. Cleomenes accepted this and attacked Antigonus, and with a strong charge from his Spartans, he made the Macedonian phalanx retreat, pushing them back for about half a mile. But then, realizing the peril his brother Euclidas's surrounded flank was in, he shouted, “You’re lost, dear brother, you’re lost, brave example for our Spartan youth, and inspiration for our matrons’ songs.” When Euclidas’s flank was utterly defeated and the victors from that side came at him, Cleomenes saw his troops disordered and unable to continue fighting, so he decided to secure his own safety. It's said that in the battle, along with many mercenary soldiers, six thousand Spartans fell, leaving only two hundred alive.
When Cleomenes came into the city, he advised those citizens that he met to receive Antigonus; and as for himself, he said, which should appear most advantageous to Sparta, whether his life or death, that he would choose. Seeing the women running out to those that had fled with him, taking their arms, and bringing drink to them, he entered into his own house, and his servant, who was a freeborn woman, taken from Megalopolis after his wife’s death, offering, as usual, to do the service he needed on returning from war, though he was very thirsty, he refused to drink, and though very weary, to sit down; but in his corselet as he was, he laid his arm sideways against a pillar, and leaning his forehead upon his elbow, he rested his body a little while, and ran over in his thoughts all the courses he could take; and then with his friends set on at once for Gythium; where finding ships which had been got ready for this very purpose, they embarked. Antigonus, taking the city, treated the Lacedaemonians courteously, and in no way offering any insult or offense to the dignity of Sparta, but permitting them to enjoy their own laws and polity, and sacrificing to the gods, dislodged the third day. For he heard that there was a great war in Macedonia, and that the country was devastated by the barbarians. Besides, his malady had now thoroughly settled into a consumption and continual catarrh. Yet he still kept up, and managed to return and deliver his country, and meet there a more glorious death in a great defeat and vast slaughter of the barbarians. As Phylarchus says, and as is probable in itself, he broke a blood vessel by shouting in the battle itself. In the schools we used to be told, that after the victory was won, he cried out for joy, “O glorious day!” and presently bringing up a quantity of blood, fell into a fever, which never left him till his death. And thus much concerning Antigonus.
When Cleomenes entered the city, he told the citizens he met to welcome Antigonus. As for himself, he said he would choose whatever was most beneficial for Sparta, whether it meant his life or death. He saw the women rushing out to the ones who had fled with him, taking their weapons and bringing them drinks. He went into his own house, and his servant, a free woman he had taken from Megalopolis after his wife’s death, offered to help him as usual when he returned from battle. Despite being very thirsty, he refused to drink, and even though he was exhausted, he wouldn’t sit down. Instead, still in his armor, he rested his arm against a pillar, leaned his forehead on his elbow, and contemplated all the options available to him. Then, with his friends, he set off immediately for Gythium, where they found ships prepared for this very purpose and boarded them. Antigonus, after taking the city, treated the Lacedaemonians with respect, not insulting Sparta’s dignity, allowing them to keep their own laws and government, and after making sacrifices to the gods, he left on the third day. He had heard about a great war in Macedonia and that the land was being ravaged by barbarians. Additionally, his illness had developed into a severe condition, leaving him with chronic cough. Yet, he persisted and managed to return, ready to defend his country and face a more glorious death in a major battle with significant losses against the barbarians. As Phylarchus states, and it seems plausible, he ruptured a blood vessel from shouting during the battle. In school, we used to hear that after they won the victory, he exclaimed in joy, “O glorious day!” and then, shortly after, coughed up a lot of blood and fell into a fever that stayed with him until his death. And that’s the story of Antigonus.
Cleomenes, sailing from Cythera, touched at another island called Aegialia, whence as he was about to depart for Cyrene, one of his friends, Therycion by name, a man of a noble spirit in all enterprises, and bold and lofty in his talk, came privately to him, and said thus: “Sir, death in battle, which is the most glorious, we have let go; though all heard us say that Antigonus should never tread over the king of Sparta, unless dead. And now that course which is next in honor and virtue, is presented to us. Whither do we madly sail, flying the evil which is near, to seek that which is at a distance? For if it is not dishonorable for the race of Hercules to serve the successors of Philip and Alexander, we shall save a long voyage by delivering ourselves up to Antigonus, who, probably, is as much better than Ptolemy, as the Macedonians are better than the Egyptians; but if we think it mean to submit to those whose arms have conquered us, why should we choose him for our master, by whom we have not yet been beaten? Is it to acknowledge two superiors instead of one, whilst we run away from Antigonus, and flatter Ptolemy? Or, is it for your mother’s sake that you retreat to Egypt? It will indeed be a very fine and very desirable sight for her, to show her son to Ptolemy’s women, now changed from a prince into an exile and a slave. Are we not still masters of our own swords? And whilst we have Laconia in view, shall we not here free ourselves from this disgraceful misery, and clear ourselves to those who at Sellasia died for the honor and defense of Sparta? Or, shall we sit lazily in Egypt, inquiring what news from Sparta, and whom Antigonus hath been pleased to make governor of Lacedaemon?” Thus spoke Therycion; and this was Cleomenes’s reply: “By seeking death, you coward, the most easy and most ready refuge, you fancy that you shall appear courageous and brave, though this flight is baser than the former. Better men than we have given way to their enemies, having been betrayed by fortune, or oppressed by multitude; but he that gives way under labor or distresses, under the ill opinions or reports of men, yields the victory to his own effeminacy. For a voluntary death ought not to be chosen as a relief from action, but as an exemplary action itself; and it is base either to live or to die only to ourselves. That death to which you now invite us, is proposed only as a release from our present miseries, but carries nothing of nobleness or profit in it. And I think it becomes both me and you not to despair of our country; but when there are no hopes of that left, those that have an inclination may quickly die.” To this Therycion returned no answer but as soon as he had an opportunity of leaving Cleomenes’s company, went aside on the sea-shore, and ran himself through.
Cleomenes, sailing from Cythera, stopped at another island called Aegialia. As he was about to leave for Cyrene, one of his friends, Therycion, a noble and bold man in all endeavors, came to him privately and said: “Sir, we’ve let go of the most glorious death in battle, even though we all said that Antigonus would never walk over the king of Sparta without being dead. Now another path, one worthy of honor and virtue, is in front of us. Why are we foolishly sailing away, fleeing what’s nearby, to chase after what’s far away? If it’s not dishonorable for the descendants of Hercules to serve the successors of Philip and Alexander, we could save a long journey by surrendering to Antigonus, who is likely much better than Ptolemy, just as the Macedonians are better than the Egyptians; but if we think it’s shameful to submit to those who have defeated us, then why would we choose him to be our master, someone we haven’t yet been defeated by? Are we acknowledging two superiors instead of one, while we run from Antigonus and flatter Ptolemy? Or are you retreating to Egypt for your mother’s sake? It would indeed be a quite fine and desirable sight for her to show her son to Ptolemy’s women, now turned from a prince into an exile and a slave. Are we not still masters of our own swords? And while we can see Laconia, shouldn’t we free ourselves from this disgraceful misery and honor those who fell at Sellasia for the defense of Sparta? Or shall we sit lazily in Egypt, asking for news from Sparta, and wondering whom Antigonus has appointed as governor of Lacedaemon?” Therycion spoke this way, and this was Cleomenes’s response: “By seeking death, you coward, the easiest and most convenient escape, you think you’ll seem courageous and brave, even though this flight is more shameful than the earlier one. Better men than us have given way to their enemies, either betrayed by fate or overwhelmed by numbers; but the one who quits under hardship or distress, or under the negative opinions of others, surrenders to his own weakness. A voluntary death shouldn’t be chosen as an escape from action but as an act of honor itself; it is shameful to live or die merely for oneself. The death to which you invite us is offered just as a way out of our current miseries but carries no nobility or benefit with it. I believe both you and I should not despair for our country; but when all hope is lost, those willing can die quickly.” Therycion had no reply, but as soon as he found the chance to leave Cleomenes’s company, he went aside to the shore and ran himself through.
But Cleomenes sailed from Aegialia, landed in Libya, and being honorably conducted through the king’s country, came to Alexandria. When he was first brought to Ptolemy, no more than common civilities and usual attentions were paid him; but when, upon trial, he found him a man of deep sense and great reason, and that his plain Laconic way of conversation carried with it a noble and becoming grace, that he did nothing unbecoming his birth, nor bent under fortune, and was evidently a more faithful counselor than those who made it their business to please and flatter, he was ashamed, and repented that he had neglected so great a man, and suffered Antigonus to get so much power and reputation by ruining him. He now offered him many marks of respect and kindness, and gave him hopes that he would furnish him with ships and money to return to Greece, and would reinstate him in his kingdom. He granted him a yearly pension of four and twenty talents; a little part of which sum supplied his and his friends’ thrifty temperance; and the rest was employed in doing good offices to, and in relieving the necessities of the refugees that had fled from Greece, and retired into Egypt.
But Cleomenes sailed from Aegialia, landed in Libya, and was respectfully escorted through the king’s territory until he arrived in Alexandria. When he first met Ptolemy, they exchanged nothing more than ordinary pleasantries and typical attention; however, after some time, he discovered that Ptolemy was a man of great insight and wisdom. He noticed that Ptolemy’s straightforward, Laconic style of conversation had a noble and appropriate charm, that he acted in line with his noble birth, remained unbowed by misfortune, and proved to be a more trustworthy advisor than those who focused on flattering him. Cleomenes felt ashamed and regretted having overlooked such a remarkable man, allowing Antigonus to gain so much power and prestige by undermining him. He now extended many gestures of respect and kindness to Ptolemy, promising to provide ships and money for his return to Greece and to restore him to his kingdom. He granted him an annual pension of twenty-four talents; a small portion of this amount helped support his and his friends’ frugal lifestyle, while the rest was used to assist and aid the needs of refugees who had escaped from Greece and sought refuge in Egypt.
But the elder Ptolemy dying before Cleomenes’s affairs had received a full dispatch, and the successor being a loose, voluptuous, and effeminate prince, under the power of his pleasures and his women, his business was neglected. For the king was so besotted with his women and his wine, that the employments of his most busy and serious hours consisted at the utmost in celebrating religious feasts in his palace, carrying a timbrel, and taking part in the show; while the greatest affairs of state were managed by Agathoclea, the king’s mistress, her mother, and the pimp Oenanthes. At the first, indeed, they seemed to stand in need of Cleomenes; for Ptolemy, being afraid of his brother Magas, who by his mother’s means had a great interest amongst the soldiers, gave Cleomenes a place in his secret councils, and acquainted him with the design of taking off his brother. He, though all were for it, declared his opinion to the contrary, saying, “The king, if it were possible, should have more brothers for the better security and stability of his affairs.” And Sosibius, the greatest favorite, replying, that they were not secure of the mercenaries whilst Magas was alive, Cleomenes returned, that he need not trouble himself about that matter; for amongst the mercenaries there were above three thousand Peloponnesians, who were his fast friends, and whom he could command at any time with a nod. This discourse made Cleomenes for the present to be looked upon as a man of great influence and assured fidelity; but afterwards, Ptolemy’s weakness increasing his fear, and he, as it usually happens, where there is no judgment and wisdom, placing his security in general distrust and suspicion, it rendered Cleomenes suspected to the courtiers, as having too much interest with the mercenaries; and many had this saying in their mouths, that he was a lion amidst a flock of sheep. For, in fact, such he seemed to be in the court, quietly watching, and keeping his eye upon all that went on.
But when the older Ptolemy died before Cleomenes’s matters were fully addressed, his successor, a careless, indulgent, and soft prince, was consumed by his pleasures and women, causing neglect in governance. The king was so lost in his women and wine that even his most active and serious hours were spent merely hosting religious feasts in his palace, dancing with a tambourine, and participating in the entertainment. Meanwhile, the significant affairs of state were handled by Agathoclea, the king’s mistress, her mother, and the pimp Oenanthes. Initially, they appeared to need Cleomenes; Ptolemy, fearing his brother Magas, who had considerable influence over the soldiers through their mother, involved Cleomenes in his private councils and revealed the plan to eliminate his brother. Though everyone supported this idea, Cleomenes opposed it, stating, “The king, if at all possible, should have more brothers for better security and stability in his affairs.” Sosibius, the king's top favorite, responded that they couldn’t feel secure with the mercenaries as long as Magas was alive. Cleomenes replied that there was no reason for concern since among the mercenaries, there were over three thousand Peloponnesians who were his loyal friends and whom he could summon at any time with just a gesture. This conversation made Cleomenes appear to hold great influence and loyalty at that moment. However, as Ptolemy’s weakness grew and, as is common when there’s a lack of judgment and wisdom, he relied on general distrust and suspicion for security, this made Cleomenes a target of suspicion among the courtiers because of his close ties with the mercenaries. Many remarked that he was like a lion among a flock of sheep. In truth, this is how he seemed in the court, quietly observing and keeping watch over everything happening around him.
He, therefore, gave up all thought of asking for ships and soldiers from the king. But receiving news that Antigonus was dead, that the Achaeans were engaged in a war with the Aetolians, and that the affairs of Peloponnesus, being now in very great distraction and disorder, required and invited his assistance, he desired leave to depart only with his friends, but could not obtain that, the king not so much as hearing his petition, being shut up amongst his women, and wasting his hours in bacchanalian rites and drinking parties. But Sosibius, the chief minister and counselor of state, thought that Cleomenes, being detained against his will, would grow ungovernable and dangerous, and yet that it was not safe to let him go, being an aspiring, daring man, and well acquainted with the diseases and weakness of the kingdom. For neither could presents and gifts conciliate or content him; but even as Apis, while living in all possible plenty and apparent delight, yet desires to live as nature would provide for him, to range at liberty, and bound about the fields, and can scarce endure to be under the priests’ keeping, so he could not brook their courtship and soft entertainment, but sat like Achilles,
He decided to stop thinking about asking the king for ships and soldiers. However, after hearing that Antigonus was dead, that the Achaeans were at war with the Aetolians, and that the situation in Peloponnesus was chaotic and needed his help, he wanted to leave with just his friends. Unfortunately, he couldn't get that permission, as the king ignored his request, spending his time among his women and wasting hours on wild parties and drinking. Sosibius, the king's main advisor, was concerned that if Cleomenes was kept against his will, he would become uncontrollable and a threat. At the same time, letting him go was risky because he was ambitious, bold, and knew the kingdom's weaknesses well. Gifts and bribes wouldn't satisfy him; he was like Apis, who, despite having everything he could want, still yearned for freedom to roam and couldn't tolerate being kept by the priests. Cleomenes couldn't stand their flattery and easy living, sitting there like Achilles,
and languished far,
Desiring battle and the shout of war.
and wasted away,
Yearning for battle and the roar of war.
His affairs standing in this condition, Nicagoras, the Messenian, came to Alexandria, a man that deeply hated Cleomenes, yet pretended to be his friend; for he had formerly sold Cleomenes a fair estate, but never received the money, because Cleomenes was either unable, as it may be, or else, by reason of his engagement in the wars and other distractions, had no opportunity to pay him. Cleomenes, seeing him landing, for he was then walking upon the quay, kindly saluted him, and asked what business brought him to Egypt. Nicagoras returned his compliment, and told him, that he came to bring some excellent war-horses to the king. And Cleomenes, with a smile, subjoined, “I could wish you had rather brought young boys and music-girls; for those now are the king’s chief occupation.” Nicagoras at the moment smiled at the conceit; but a few days after, he put Cleomenes in mind of the estate that he had bought of him, and desired his money, protesting, that he would not have troubled him, if his merchandise had turned out as profitable as he had thought it would. Cleomenes replied, that he had nothing left of all that had been given him. At which answer, Nicagoras, being nettled, told Sosibius Cleomenes’s scoff upon the king. He was delighted to receive the information; but desiring to have some greater reason to excite the king against Cleomenes, persuaded Nicagoras to leave a letter written against Cleomenes, importing that he had a design, if he could have gotten ships and soldiers, to surprise Cyrene. Nicagoras wrote such a letter and left Egypt. Four days after, Sosibius brought the letter to Ptolemy, pretending it was just then delivered him, and excited the young man’s fear and anger; upon which it was agreed, that Cleomenes should be invited into a large house, and treated as formerly, but not suffered to go out again.
With his affairs in this state, Nicagoras, the Messenian, came to Alexandria. He really hated Cleomenes but acted like he was his friend. He had previously sold Cleomenes a nice piece of property but never got paid because Cleomenes was either unable to pay or too caught up in wars and other distractions to settle up. When Cleomenes saw him arrive while walking on the quay, he greeted him warmly and asked what brought him to Egypt. Nicagoras returned the greeting and said he was there to bring some excellent war-horses to the king. Cleomenes, smiling, replied, "I wish you had brought young boys and musicians instead; that seems to be the king’s main focus these days." Nicagoras smiled at the joke, but a few days later, he reminded Cleomenes about the property he had sold him and asked for his money, insisting that he wouldn’t have bothered him if his investment had turned out as well as he had hoped. Cleomenes responded that he had nothing left of all that had been given to him. This answer annoyed Nicagoras, and he informed Sosibius about Cleomenes's joke regarding the king. Sosibius was eager to hear it but wanted a stronger reason to turn the king against Cleomenes. He convinced Nicagoras to leave behind a letter accusing Cleomenes of planning to seize Cyrene if he could get ships and soldiers. Nicagoras wrote the letter and left Egypt. Four days later, Sosibius presented the letter to Ptolemy, claiming it had just been delivered to him, stirring up the young man's fear and anger. They then agreed to invite Cleomenes to a large house, treat him as before, but not let him leave again.
This usage was grievous to Cleomenes, and another incident that occurred, made him feel his hopes to be yet more entirely overcast. Ptolemy, the son of Chrysermas, a favorite of the king’s, had always shown civility to Cleomenes; there was a considerable intimacy between them, and they had been used to talk freely together about the state. He, upon Cleomenes’s desire, came to him, and spoke to him in fair terms, softening down his suspicions and excusing the king’s conduct. But as he went out again, not knowing that Cleomenes followed him to the door, he severely reprimanded the keepers for their carelessness in looking after “so great and so furious a wild beast.” This Cleomenes himself heard, and retiring before Ptolemy perceived it, told his friends what had been said. Upon this they cast off all their former hopes, and determined for violent proceedings, resolving to be revenged on Ptolemy for his base and unjust dealing, to have satisfaction for the affronts, to die as it became Spartans, and not stay till, like fatted sacrifices, they were butchered. For it was both grievous and dishonorable for Cleomenes, who had scorned to come to terms with Antigonus, a brave warrior, and a man of action, to wait an effeminate king’s leisure, till he should lay aside his timbrel and end his dance, and then kill him.
This situation was deeply frustrating for Cleomenes, and another incident that took place made him feel like all his hopes were completely dashed. Ptolemy, the son of Chrysermas, a favorite of the king, had always been polite to Cleomenes; they had a close relationship and often discussed the state openly. On Cleomenes's request, he came to see him and spoke kindly, easing his suspicions and justifying the king’s actions. However, as he was leaving, unaware that Cleomenes was following him to the door, he harshly scolded the guards for their negligence in watching over “such a great and dangerous wild beast.” Cleomenes overheard this and, retreating before Ptolemy noticed, informed his friends about what had been said. This caused them to abandon all their previous hopes and decide on violent actions, determined to take revenge on Ptolemy for his dishonorable behavior, to seek justice for the insults, to face death like true Spartans, and not wait around like fattened sacrifices to be slaughtered. It was both painful and disgraceful for Cleomenes, who had refused to negotiate with Antigonus, a brave warrior and a man of action, to wait for an effeminate king to finish his frivolous activities and then kill him.
These courses being resolved on, and Ptolemy happening at the same time to make a progress to Canopus, they first spread abroad a report, that his freedom was ordered by the king, and, it being the custom for the king to send presents and an entertainment to those whom he would free, Cleomenes’s friends made that provision, and sent it into the prison, thus imposing upon the keepers, who thought it had been sent by the king. For he sacrificed, and gave them large portions, and with a garland upon his head, feasted and made merry with his friends. It is said that he began the action sooner than he designed, having understood that a servant who was privy to the plot, had gone out to visit a mistress that he loved. This made him afraid of a discovery; and therefore, as soon as it was full noon, and all the keepers sleeping off their wine, he put on his coat, and opening the seam to bare his right shoulder, with his drawn sword in his hand, he issued forth, together with his friends, provided in the same manner, making thirteen in all. One of them, by name Hippitas, was lame, and followed the first onset very well, but when he presently perceived that they were more slow in their advances for his sake, he desired them to run him through, and not ruin their enterprise by staying for an useless, unprofitable man. By chance an Alexandrian was then riding by the door; him they threw off, and setting Hippitas on horseback, ran through the streets, and proclaimed liberty to the people. But they, it seems, had courage enough to praise and admire Cleomenes’s daring, but not one had the heart to follow and assist him. Three of them fell on Ptolemy, the son of Chrysermas, as he was coming out of the palace, and killed him. Another Ptolemy, the officer in charge of the city, advancing against them in a chariot, they set upon, dispersed his guards and attendants, and pulling him out of the chariot, killed him upon the place. Then they made toward the castle, designing to break open the prison, release those who were confined, and avail themselves of their numbers; but the keepers were too quick for them, and secured the passages. Being baffled in this attempt, Cleomenes with his company roamed about the city, none joining with him, but all retreating from and flying his approach. Therefore, despairing of success, and saying to his friends, that it was no wonder that women ruled over men that were afraid of liberty, he bade them all die as bravely as became his followers and their own past actions. This said, Hippitas was first, as he desired, run through by one of the younger men, and then each of them readily and resolutely fell upon his own sword, except Panteus, the same who first surprised Megalopolis. This man, being; of a very handsome person, and a great lover of the Spartan discipline, the king had made his dearest friend; and he now bade him, when he had seen him and the rest fallen, die by their example. Panteus walked over them as they lay, and pricked everyone with his dagger, to try whether any was alive, when he pricked Cleomenes in the ankle, and saw him turn upon his back, he kissed him, sat down by him, and when he was quite dead, covered up the body, and then killed himself over it.
These plans being finalized, and Ptolemy happening to be heading to Canopus at the same time, a rumor spread that the king had ordered Cleomenes’s release. Since it was customary for the king to send gifts and throw a feast for those he would free, Cleomenes’s friends arranged for this and sent it into the prison, fooling the guards who thought it was from the king. Cleomenes made sacrifices, gave large portions to the guards, and celebrated with his friends while wearing a garland on his head. It’s said he acted sooner than planned because he learned that a servant involved in the plot had gone out to visit his beloved. Fearing a discovery, as soon as it hit noon and the guards were sleeping off their wine, he put on his coat, bared his right shoulder, drew his sword, and along with his similarly prepared friends—making a total of thirteen—he stepped out. One of them, named Hippitas, was lame. He kept up well at first, but when he noticed they were slowing down for him, he urged them to kill him instead of jeopardizing their escape for someone who would only hold them back. Just then, an Alexandrian was riding by, and they pulled him off his horse, put Hippitas on it, and raced through the streets, declaring freedom to the people. However, the people had enough courage to admire Cleomenes’s boldness, but none had the heart to join him. Three of them attacked Ptolemy, the son of Chrysermas, as he exited the palace and killed him. Another Ptolemy, the city’s officer, confronted them in a chariot. They attacked, scattered his guards, pulled him from the chariot, and killed him right there. Next, they headed toward the castle, planning to break open the prison, free the captives, and bolster their numbers, but the guards were too quick and sealed the exits. After failing in this attempt, Cleomenes and his group roamed the city, but no one joined him; everyone retreated or ran away from him. Despairing of success, he told his friends that it was no surprise women ruled over men who feared freedom. He urged them to die with the bravery that befitted their actions in the past. After saying this, Hippitas was the first to be run through by one of the younger men, and then each of them willingly and resolutely turned to their own swords, except for Panteus, the one who had first captured Megalopolis. This man, handsome and a great admirer of the Spartan way, was the king’s closest friend. He then instructed Panteus, once he had seen him and the others fall, to die by their example. Panteus walked over them as they lay and pricked each one with his dagger to check if anyone was still alive. When he pricked Cleomenes in the ankle and saw him roll onto his back, he kissed him, sat down beside him, and once Cleomenes was dead, covered his body and then took his own life beside it.
Thus fell Cleomenes, after the life which we have narrated, having been king of Sparta sixteen years. The news of their fall being noised through the city, Cratesiclea, though a woman of a great spirit, could not bear up against the weight of this affliction; but embracing Cleomenes’s children, broke out into lamentations. But the eldest boy, none suspecting such a spirit in a child, threw himself headlong from the top of the house. He was bruised very much, but not killed by the fall, and was taken up crying, and expressing his resentment for not being permitted to destroy himself. Ptolemy, as soon as an account of the action was brought him, gave order that Cleomenes’s body should be flayed and hung up, and that his children, mother, and the women that were with her, should be killed. Amongst these was Panteus’s wife, a beautiful and noble-looking woman, who had been but lately married, and suffered these disasters in the height of her love. Her parents would not have her embark with Panteus, so shortly after they were married, though she eagerly desired it, but shut her up, and kept her forcibly at home. But a few days after, she procured a horse and a little money, and escaping by night, made speed to Taenarus, where she embarked for Egypt, came to her husband, and with him cheerfully endured to live in a foreign country. She gave her hand to Cratesiclea, as she was going with the soldiers to execution, held up her robe, and begged her to be courageous; who of herself was not in the least afraid of death, and desired nothing else but only to be killed before the children. When they were come to the place of execution, the children were first killed before Cratesiclea’s eyes, and afterward she herself, with only these words in her mouth, “O children, whither are you gone?” But Panteus’s wife, fastening her dress close about her, and being a strong woman, in silence and perfect composure, looked after every one that was slain, and laid them decently out as far as circumstances would permit; and after all were killed, rearraying her dress, and drawing her clothes close about her, and suffering none to come near or be an eyewitness of her fall, besides the executioner, she courageously submitted to the stroke, and wanted nobody to look after her or wind her up after she was dead. Thus in her death the modesty of her mind appeared, and set that guard upon her body which she always kept when alive. And she, in the declining age of the Spartans, showed that women were no unequal rivals of the men, and was an instance of a courage superior to the affronts of fortune.
Thus fell Cleomenes, after the life we’ve recounted, having been king of Sparta for sixteen years. When news of their downfall spread through the city, Cratesiclea, although a woman of strong character, couldn't handle the weight of this sorrow; she embraced Cleomenes's children and burst into tears. The eldest boy, surprising everyone with his spirit, threw himself off the roof of the house. He was badly bruised but survived the fall and was picked up crying, expressing his anger at not being allowed to end his life. Ptolemy, as soon as he heard about the incident, ordered Cleomenes's body to be flayed and displayed, along with the killing of his children, their mother, and the women with her. Among them was Panteus’s wife, a beautiful and noble woman who had just gotten married and faced these tragedies at the peak of her love. Her parents didn’t want her to travel with Panteus so soon after their wedding, even though she desperately wished for it, and kept her confined at home. But a few days later, she managed to get a horse and some money and, escaping by night, hurried to Taenarus, where she boarded a ship to Egypt, joined her husband, and cheerfully faced life in a foreign land with him. She reached out to Cratesiclea as she was heading to execution, lifted her robe, and urged her to be brave; Cratesiclea herself showed no fear of death and only wanted to be killed before her children. When they arrived at the execution site, the children were killed first before Cratesiclea’s eyes, and afterwards, she was killed, her last words being, “O children, where have you gone?” Meanwhile, Panteus’s wife, tightening her dress, and being a strong woman, silently and calmly watched every person who was killed, arranging their bodies as decently as the situation allowed. After everyone was killed, she readjusted her dress, pulling it close around her, and without allowing anyone but the executioner to come near or witness her death, bravely accepted the blow, wanting no one to tend to her or prepare her after she was dead. In her death, the modesty of her spirit shone through, maintaining the dignity of her body that she had always upheld in life. She demonstrated, in the declining years of Sparta, that women could be equals to men and displayed a courage that overmatched the trials of fate.
A few days after, those that watched the hanging body of Cleomenes, saw a large snake winding about his head, and covering his face, so that no bird of prey would fly at it. This made the king superstitiously afraid, and set the women upon several expiations, as if he had been some extraordinary being, and one beloved by the gods, that had been slain. And the Alexandrians made processions to the place, and gave Cleomenes the title of hero, and son of the gods, till the philosophers satisfied them by saying, that as oxen breed bees, putrefying horses breed wasps, and beetles rise from the carcasses of dead asses, so the humors and juices of the marrow of a man’s body, coagulating, produce serpents. And this the ancients observing, appropriated a serpent, rather than any other creature to heroes.
A few days later, those who were watching Cleomenes's hanging body saw a large snake winding around his head and covering his face, preventing any scavenger birds from approaching. This made the king superstitiously uneasy, and prompted the women to perform various rites as if he were some extraordinary figure, favored by the gods, who had been killed. The people of Alexandria held processions to the site and honored Cleomenes with titles of hero and son of the gods, until philosophers reassured them by explaining that just as oxen give rise to bees, decaying horses produce wasps, and beetles come from the bodies of dead donkeys, the fluids and juices from a man's body can congeal to create serpents. The ancients, noticing this, associated serpents with heroes more than any other creature.
TIBERIUS GRACCHUS
Having completed the first two narratives, we now may proceed to take a view of misfortunes, not less remarkable, in the Roman couple, and with the lives of Agis and Cleomenes, compare these of Tiberius and Caius. They were the sons of Tiberius Gracchus, who, though he had been once censor, twice consul, and twice had triumphed, yet was more renowned and esteemed for his virtue than his honors. Upon this account, after the death of Scipio who overthrew Hannibal, he was thought worthy to match with his daughter Cornelia, though there had been no friendship or familiarity between Scipio and him, but rather the contrary. There is a story told, that he once found in his bedchamber a couple of snakes, and that the soothsayers, being consulted concerning the prodigy, advised, that he should neither kill them both nor let them both escape; adding, that if the male serpent was killed, Tiberius should die, and if the female, Cornelia. And that, therefore, Tiberius, who extremely loved his wife, and thought, besides, that it was much more his part, who was an old man, to die, than it was hers, who as yet was but a young woman, killed the male serpent, and let the female escape; and soon after himself died, leaving behind him twelve children borne to him by Cornelia.
Having finished the first two stories, we can now look at the equally remarkable misfortunes of the Roman couple, and compare the lives of Agis and Cleomenes with those of Tiberius and Caius. They were the sons of Tiberius Gracchus, who, despite having been a censor once, a consul twice, and having triumphed twice, was more famous and respected for his character than for his achievements. Because of this, after the death of Scipio, who defeated Hannibal, he was considered worthy to marry Scipio's daughter, Cornelia, even though there wasn't any friendship or closeness between Scipio and him—quite the opposite, in fact. There's a story that once, he found a pair of snakes in his bedroom, and when he consulted the soothsayers about this omen, they advised him not to kill both or let both go. They said that if he killed the male snake, Tiberius would die, and if the female, Cornelia would. So, Tiberius, who deeply loved his wife and believed it was much more fitting for an old man like him to die than for a young woman like her, killed the male snake and let the female go. Soon after, he himself died, leaving behind twelve children that he had with Cornelia.
Cornelia, taking upon herself all the care of the household and the education of her children, approved herself so discreet a matron, so affectionate a mother, and so constant and noble-spirited a widow, that Tiberius seemed to all men to have done nothing unreasonable, in choosing to die for such a woman; who, when king Ptolemy himself proffered her his crown, and would have married her, refused it, and chose rather to live a widow. In this state she continued, and lost all her children, except one daughter, who was married to Scipio the younger, and two sons, Tiberius and Caius, whose lives we are now writing.
Cornelia, taking on all the responsibilities of the household and the education of her children, proved to be such a wise matron, such a loving mother, and such a steady and noble widow, that everyone thought Tiberius had made a reasonable choice in dying for a woman like her. When King Ptolemy offered her his crown and wanted to marry her, she turned him down and chose instead to remain a widow. She maintained this status and lost all her children except for one daughter, who married Scipio the Younger, and two sons, Tiberius and Caius, whose lives we are now recounting.
These she brought up with such care, that though they were without dispute in natural endowments and dispositions the first among the Romans of their time, yet they seemed to owe their virtues even more to their education than to their birth. And as, in the statues and pictures made of Castor and Pollux, though the brothers resemble one another, yet there is a difference to be perceived in their countenances, between the one, who delighted in the cestus, and the other, that was famous in the course, so between these two noble youths, though there was a strong general likeness in their common love of fortitude and temperance, in their liberality, their eloquence, and their greatness of mind, yet in their actions and administrations of public affairs, a considerable variation showed itself. It will not be amiss, before we proceed, to mark the difference between them.
She raised them with such care that, although they were undeniably the best among the Romans of their time in terms of natural talents and traits, their virtues seemed to come more from their education than their lineage. And just as in the statues and paintings of Castor and Pollux, where the brothers look alike but have noticeable differences in their expressions—one known for his mastery in the art of boxing and the other celebrated for his speed in racing—likewise, these two noble youths, despite their strong overall resemblance in bravery and self-control, generosity, eloquence, and greatness of spirit, displayed significant differences in their actions and how they handled public matters. Before we continue, it's important to highlight the distinctions between them.
Tiberius, in the form and expression of his countenance, and in his gesture and motion, was gentle and composed; but Caius, earnest and vehement. And so, in their public speeches to the people, the one spoke in a quiet orderly manner, standing throughout on the same spot; the other would walk about on the hustings, and in the heat of his orations, pull his gown off his shoulders, and was the first of all the Romans that used such gestures; as Cleon is said to have been the first orator among the Athenians that pulled off his cloak and smote his thigh, when addressing the people. Caius’s oratory was impetuous and passionate, making everything tell to the utmost, whereas Tiberius was gentle, rather, and persuasive, awakening emotions of pity. His diction was pure, and carefully correct, while that of Caius was vehement and rich. So likewise in their way of living, and at their tables, Tiberius was frugal and plain, Caius, compared with other men temperate and even austere, but contrasting with his brother in a fondness for new fashions and rarities, as appears in Drusus’s charge against him, that he had bought some silver dolphins, to the value of twelve hundred and fifty drachmas for every pound weight.
Tiberius had a calm and gentle demeanor, both in his appearance and gestures, while Caius was intense and passionate. In their public speeches, Tiberius spoke quietly and maintained a steady position, whereas Caius moved around on the platform, passionately gesturing and even pulling his robe off his shoulders during his speeches. He was the first Roman to use such expressive gestures, similar to how Cleon is said to have been the first Athenian orator to remove his cloak and strike his thigh while addressing the crowd. Caius's speaking style was forceful and emotional, maximizing his impact, while Tiberius was mild and persuasive, evoking feelings of sympathy. Tiberius used precise and correct language, while Caius's speech was intense and elaborate. Similarly, in their lifestyles and meals, Tiberius was simple and modest, whereas Caius was moderate and somewhat strict in comparison to others but contrasted with his brother by having a taste for new trends and luxuries, as shown by Drusus's accusation that he purchased silver dolphins worth twelve hundred and fifty drachmas for each pound weight.
The same difference that appeared in their diction, was observable also in their tempers. The one was mild and reasonable, the other rough and passionate, and to that degree, that often, in the midst of speaking, he was so hurried away by his passion, against his judgment, that his voice lost its tone, and he began to pass into mere abusive talking, spoiling his whole speech. As a remedy to this excess, he made use of an ingenious servant of his, one Licinius, who stood constantly behind him with a sort of pitch-pipe, or instrument to regulate the voice by, and whenever he perceived his master’s tone alter, and break with anger, he struck a soft note with his pipe, on hearing which, Caius immediately checked the vehemence of his passion and his voice, grew quieter, and allowed himself to be recalled to temper. Such are the differences between the two brothers; but their valor in war against their country’s enemies, their justice in the government of its subjects, their care and industry in office, and their self-command in all that regarded their pleasures were equally remarkable in both.
The same difference that showed in their speech was also noticeable in their temperaments. One was calm and reasonable, while the other was rough and passionate, to the point that often, in the middle of speaking, he became so overwhelmed by his emotions that he lost his composure, slipping into mere insults and ruining his entire speech. To counter this excess, he relied on a clever servant of his, Licinius, who was always behind him with a kind of pitch pipe or voice-regulating instrument; whenever he noticed his master’s tone change and become angry, he would play a soft note. Hearing this, Caius would immediately temper his passion and tone, calm down, and regain his composure. These are the differences between the two brothers, but their bravery in battle against their country’s enemies, their fairness in governing its people, their diligence in their roles, and their self-control regarding their pleasures were equally impressive in both.
Tiberius was the elder by nine years; owing to which their actions as public men were divided by the difference of the times in which those of the one and those of the other were performed. And one of the principal causes of the failure of their enterprises was this interval between their careers, and the want of combination of their efforts. The power they would have exercised, had they flourished both together, could scarcely have failed to overcome all resistance. We must therefore give an account of each of them singly, and first of the eldest.
Tiberius was nine years older, which meant that their public careers were shaped by the different times in which each operated. One major reason for the failure of their attempts was this gap between their careers and the lack of coordination in their efforts. The combined power they could have wielded if they had both thrived at the same time would likely have conquered any opposition. Therefore, we need to discuss each of them individually, starting with the elder.
Tiberius, immediately on his attaining manhood, had such a reputation, that he was admitted into the college of the augurs, and that in consideration more of his early virtue than of his noble birth. This appeared by what Appius Claudius did, who, though he had been consul and censor, and was now the head of the Roman senate, and had the highest sense of his own place and merit, at a public feast of the augurs, addressed himself openly to Tiberius, and with great expressions of kindness, offered him his daughter in marriage. And when Tiberius gladly accepted, and the agreement had thus been completed, Appius, returning home, no sooner had reached his door, but he called to his wife and cried out in a loud voice, “O Antistia, I have contracted our daughter Claudia to a husband.” She, being amazed, answered, “But why so suddenly, or what means this haste? Unless you have provided Tiberius Gracchus for her husband.” I am not ignorant that some apply this story to Tiberius, the father of the Gracchi, and Scipio Africanus; but most relate it as we have done. And Polybius writes, that after the death of Scipio Africanus, the nearest relations of Cornelia, preferring Tiberius to all other competitors, gave her to him in marriage, not having been engaged or promised to anyone by her father.
Tiberius, as soon as he came of age, had such a reputation that he was accepted into the college of the augurs, mainly because of his early virtue rather than his noble lineage. This was evident from what Appius Claudius did. Although he had been consul and censor, and was now the leader of the Roman Senate, with a strong sense of his own status and achievements, he publicly approached Tiberius at an augurs' feast. With great warmth, he offered his daughter to Tiberius in marriage. When Tiberius happily accepted and the arrangement was finalized, Appius went home and, upon reaching his door, called out to his wife, saying loudly, “O Antistia, I have arranged for our daughter Claudia to have a husband.” She, surprised, responded, “But why the sudden decision? What’s the rush? Unless you’ve arranged for Tiberius Gracchus to marry her.” I know that some people associate this story with Tiberius, the father of the Gracchi, and Scipio Africanus; however, most tell it as we have here. Polybius writes that after Scipio Africanus died, Cornelia's closest relatives, choosing Tiberius above all other suitors, married her off to him, as she hadn’t been promised to anyone by her father.
This young Tiberius, accordingly, serving in Africa under the younger Scipio, who had married his sister, and living there under the same tent with him, soon learned to estimate the noble spirit of his commander, which was so fit to inspire strong feelings of emulation in virtue and desire to prove merit in action, and in a short time he excelled all the young men of the army in obedience and courage; and he was the first that mounted the enemy’s wall, as Fannius says, who writes, that he himself climbed up with him, and was partaker in the achievement. He was regarded, while he continued with the army, with great affection; and left behind him on his departure a strong desire for his return.
This young Tiberius, therefore, serving in Africa under the younger Scipio, who had married his sister, and living in the same tent with him, quickly learned to appreciate the noble character of his commander, which was perfect for inspiring strong feelings of competition in virtue and a desire to prove himself through action. Before long, he outperformed all the young men in the army in obedience and bravery; he was the first to scale the enemy’s wall, as Fannius reports, who wrote that he climbed up alongside him and shared in the achievement. While he was with the army, he was held in great affection, and when he left, he left behind a strong wish for his return.
After that expedition, being chosen paymaster, it was his fortune to serve in the war against the Numantines, under the command of Caius Mancinus, the consul, a person of no bad character, but the most unfortunate of all the Roman generals. Notwithstanding, amidst the greatest misfortunes, and in the most unsuccessful enterprises, not only the discretion and valor of Tiberius, but also, which was still more to be admired, the great respect and honor which he showed for his general, were most eminently remarkable; though the general himself, when reduced to straits, forgot his own dignity and office. For being beaten in various great battles, he endeavored to dislodge by night, and leave his camp; which the Numantines perceiving, immediately possessed themselves of his camp, and pursuing that part of the forces which was in flight, slew those that were in the rear, hedged the whole army in on every side, and forced them into difficult ground, whence there could be no possibility of an escape. Mancinus, despairing to make his way through by force, sent a messenger to desire a truce, and conditions of peace. But they refused to give their confidence to any one except Tiberius, and required that he should be sent to treat with them. This was not only in regard to the young man’s own character, for he had a great reputation amongst the soldiers, but also in remembrance of his father Tiberius, who, in his command against the Spaniards, had reduced great numbers of them to subjection, but granted a peace to the Numantines, and prevailed upon the Romans to keep it punctually and inviolably.
After that expedition, he was appointed paymaster, and it was his luck to serve in the war against the Numantines, under the leadership of Caius Mancinus, the consul, a person of good character but the most unfortunate of all the Roman generals. Despite the greatest misfortunes and unsuccessful endeavors, Tiberius’s wisdom and bravery stood out, and even more admirable was the respect and honor he showed towards his general, although the general himself, when in dire straits, forgot his own dignity and position. After suffering defeats in several major battles, he tried to sneak away at night and abandon his camp. The Numantines noticed this and quickly took over his camp, chasing down the fleeing troops, killing those in the rear, surrounding the entire army from all sides, and forcing them into difficult terrain where escape was impossible. Mancinus, hopeless of breaking through by force, sent a messenger to request a truce and terms for peace. However, they refused to trust anyone but Tiberius and insisted he be sent to negotiate with them. This was not only because of the young man's good reputation among the soldiers but also because they remembered his father Tiberius, who had subdued many of the Spaniards during his command but granted peace to the Numantines and convinced the Romans to honor it faithfully and without exception.
Tiberius was accordingly dispatched to the enemy, whom he persuaded to accept of several conditions, and he himself complied with others; and by this means it is beyond a question, that he saved twenty thousand of the Roman citizens, besides attendants and camp followers. However, the Numantines retained possession of all the property they had found and plundered in the encampment; and amongst other things were Tiberius’s books of accounts, containing the whole transactions of his quaestorship, which he was extremely anxious to recover. And therefore, when the army were already upon their march, he returned to Numantia, accompanied with only three or four of his friends; and making his application to the officers of the Numantines, he entreated that they would return him his books, lest his enemies should have it in their power to reproach him with not being able to give an account of the monies entrusted to him. The Numantines joyfully embraced this opportunity of obliging him, and invited him into the city; as he stood hesitating, they came up and took him by the hands, and begged that he would no longer look upon them as enemies, but believe them to be his friends, and treat them as such. Tiberius thought it well to consent, desirous as he was to have his books returned, and was afraid lest he should disoblige them by showing any distrust. As soon as he entered into the city, they first offered him food, and made every kind of entreaty that he would sit down and eat something in their company. Afterwards they returned his books, and gave him the liberty to take whatever he wished for in the remaining spoils. He, on the other hand, would accept of nothing but some frankincense, which he used in his public sacrifices, and, bidding them farewell with every expression of kindness, departed.
Tiberius was therefore sent to the enemy, whom he convinced to accept several conditions, while he himself agreed to others. This way, he undoubtedly saved twenty thousand Roman citizens, along with attendants and camp followers. However, the Numantines kept all the property they had taken and looted from the camp, including Tiberius’s account books, which detailed all his financial dealings during his time as quaestor, and he was very eager to recover them. Consequently, when the army was already on the move, he went back to Numantia, accompanied by just three or four friends, and asked the Numantine officers to return his books, fearing his enemies might accuse him of not being able to account for the money he was responsible for. The Numantines were happy to have the chance to help him and invited him into the city. While he hesitated, they came up, took him by the hands, and pleaded with him to stop seeing them as enemies and to recognize them as friends. Tiberius felt it wise to agree, as he was keen to get his books back and worried about offending them by showing any distrust. Once he entered the city, they first offered him food and made various pleas for him to sit down and eat with them. Afterward, they returned his books and allowed him to take whatever he wanted from the remaining spoils. He, however, accepted only some frankincense, which he used in his public sacrifices, and, bidding them farewell with kind words, he left.
When he returned to Rome, he found the whole transaction censured and reproached, as a proceeding that was base, and scandalous to the Romans. But the relations and friends of the soldiers, forming a large body among the people, came flocking to Tiberius, whom they acknowledged as the preserver of so many citizens, imputing to the general all the miscarriages which had happened. Those who cried out against what had been done, urged for imitation the example of their ancestors, who stripped and handed over to the Samnites not only the generals who had consented to the terms of release, but also all the quaestors, for example, and tribunes, who had in any way implicated themselves in the agreement, laying the guilt of perjury and breach of conditions on their heads. But, in this affair, the populace, showing an extraordinary kindness and affection for Tiberius, indeed voted that the consul should be stripped and put in irons, and so delivered to the Numantines; but for the sake of Tiberius, spared all the other officers. It may be probable, also, that Scipio, who at that time was the greatest and most powerful man among the Romans, contributed to save him, though indeed he was also censured for not protecting Mancinus too, and that he did not exert himself to maintain the observance of the articles of peace which had been agreed upon by his kinsman and friend Tiberius. But it may be presumed that the difference between them was for the most part due to ambitious feelings, and to the friends and reasoners who urged on Tiberius, and, as it was, it never amounted to any thing that might not have been remedied, or that was really bad. Nor can I think that Tiberius would ever have met with his misfortunes, if Scipio had been concerned in dealing with his measures; but he was away fighting at Numantia, when Tiberius, upon the following occasion, first came forward as a legislator.
When he got back to Rome, he found that everyone was criticizing and condemning the whole situation as dishonorable and scandalous for the Romans. However, the relatives and friends of the soldiers, who made up a large part of the population, rushed to Tiberius, seeing him as the savior of so many citizens, and blamed the general for all the failures that had occurred. Those protesting against what had happened pointed to their ancestors as examples, who had stripped and handed over not just the generals who agreed to the terms of release, but also all the quaestors and tribunes who were in any way involved in the agreement, holding them responsible for perjury and breaking the conditions. In this case, the people, showing remarkable kindness and affection for Tiberius, even voted to have the consul stripped and imprisoned, delivering him to the Numantines; but for Tiberius's sake, they spared all the other officers. It’s also likely that Scipio, who at that time was the most influential and powerful man among the Romans, helped to save him, although he was criticized for not protecting Mancinus and for failing to uphold the peace treaty that his relative and friend Tiberius had agreed to. However, it can be assumed that the tension between them was largely due to ambition and the advisors pushing Tiberius, and, as it turned out, it never led to anything that couldn't have been fixed or that was truly harmful. I also don’t think Tiberius would have faced his misfortunes if Scipio had been involved in handling his plans; but he was away fighting at Numantia when Tiberius, for the first time, stepped up as a legislator.
Of the land which the Romans gained by conquest from their neighbors, part they sold publicly, and turned the remainder into common; this common land they assigned to such of the citizens as were poor and indigent, for which they were to pay only a small acknowledgment into the public treasury. But when the wealthy men began to offer larger rents, and drive the poorer people out, it was enacted by law, that no person whatever should enjoy more than five hundred acres of ground. This act for some time checked the avarice of the richer, and was of great assistance to the poorer people, who retained under it their respective proportions of ground, as they had been formerly rented by them. Afterwards the rich men of the neighborhood contrived to get these lands again into their possession, under other people’s names, and at last would not stick to claim most of them publicly in their own. The poor, who were thus deprived of their farms, were no longer either ready, as they had formerly been, to serve in war, or careful in the education of their children; insomuch that in a short time there were comparatively few freemen remaining in all Italy, which swarmed with workhouses full of foreign-born slaves. These the rich men employed in cultivating their ground, of which they dispossessed the citizens. Caius Laelius, the intimate friend of Scipio, undertook to reform this abuse; but meeting with opposition from men of authority, and fearing a disturbance, he soon desisted, and received the name of the Wise or the Prudent, both which meanings belong to the Latin word Sapiens.
Of the land that the Romans gained through conquest from their neighbors, they sold some publicly and converted the rest into common land. This common land was allocated to citizens who were poor and needy, who only had to pay a small fee to the public treasury. However, when wealthy individuals began offering higher rents and pushing poorer people out, a law was enacted stating that no one could own more than five hundred acres. For a time, this law curbed the greed of the rich and significantly helped the poorer citizens, allowing them to keep the land they had previously rented. Eventually, the wealthier members of the community found ways to reclaim this land under other people's names, and ultimately, they openly asserted ownership of most of it. The poor, stripped of their farms, became less willing to serve in wars and less diligent in educating their children, leading to a drastic decline in the number of freemen across Italy, which was filled with workhouses populated by foreign-born slaves. These slaves were employed by the rich to cultivate the land that had been taken from the citizens. Caius Laelius, a close friend of Scipio, tried to address this issue, but faced opposition from those in power and fearing unrest, he soon gave up, earning the title of the Wise or the Prudent, both of which translate from the Latin word Sapiens.
But Tiberius, being elected tribune of the people, entered upon that design without delay, at the instigation, as is most commonly stated, of Diophanes, the rhetorician, and Blossius, the philosopher. Diophanes was a refugee from Mitylene, the other was an Italian, of the city of Cuma, and was educated there under Antipater of Tarsus, who afterwards did him the honor to dedicate some of his philosophical lectures to him. Some have also charged Cornelia, the mother of Tiberius, with contributing towards it, because she frequently upbraided her sons, that the Romans as yet rather called her the daughter of Scipio, than the mother of the Gracchi. Others again say Spurius Postumius was the chief occasion. He was a man of the same age with Tiberius, and his rival for reputation as a public speaker; and when Tiberius, at his return from the campaign, found him to have got far beyond him in fame and influence, and to be much looked up to, he thought to outdo him, by attempting a popular enterprise of this difficulty, and of such great consequence. But his brother Caius has left it us in writing, that when Tiberius went through Tuscany to Numantia, and found the country almost depopulated, there being hardly any free husbandmen or shepherds, but for the most part only barbarian, imported slaves, he then first conceived the course of policy which in the sequel proved so fatal to his family. Though it is also most certain that the people themselves chiefly excited his zeal and determination in the prosecution of it, by setting up writings upon the porches, walls, and monuments, calling upon him to reinstate the poor citizens in their former possessions.
But Tiberius, having been elected tribune of the people, quickly set his plan into motion, largely due to the influence of Diophanes, the rhetorician, and Blossius, the philosopher. Diophanes was a refugee from Mitylene, while Blossius was from Cuma in Italy and had studied under Antipater of Tarsus, who later honored him by dedicating some of his philosophical lectures to him. Some people have also accused Cornelia, Tiberius’s mother, of playing a part in this, as she often chided her sons for the fact that the Romans referred to her more as the daughter of Scipio than as the mother of the Gracchi. Others suggest that Spurius Postumius was the main instigator. He was Tiberius’s contemporary and a rival for public speaking fame. When Tiberius returned from the campaign and saw how much Postumius had surpassed him in reputation and influence, he decided to outshine him by embarking on this challenging and significant public venture. However, his brother Caius noted in writing that it was during Tiberius’s journey through Tuscany to Numantia, where he discovered the area nearly deserted and filled mostly with imported slave laborers instead of free farmers or shepherds, that he first developed the policy that would ultimately lead to his family's downfall. It is also well-known that the people themselves fueled his passion and resolve to pursue this agenda by posting messages on arches, walls, and monuments urging him to restore the poor citizens to their previous holdings.
However, he did not draw up his law without the advice and assistance of those citizens that were then most eminent for their virtue and authority; amongst whom were Crassus, the high-priest, Mucius Scaevola, the lawyer, who at that time was consul, and Claudius Appius, his father-in-law. Never did any law appear more moderate and gentle, especially being enacted against such great oppression and avarice. For they who ought to have been severely punished for transgressing the former laws, and should at least have lost all their titles to such lands which they had unjustly usurped, were notwithstanding to receive a price for quitting their unlawful claims, and giving up their lands to those fit owners who stood in need of help. But though this reformation was managed with so much tenderness, that, all the former transactions being passed over, the people were only thankful to prevent abuses of the like nature for the future, yet, on the other hand, the moneyed men, and those of great estates were exasperated, through their covetous feelings against the law itself, and against the law giver, through anger and party spirit. They therefore endeavored to seduce the people, declaring that Tiberius was designing a general redivision of lands, to overthrow the government, and put all things into confusion.
However, he didn't create his law without the advice and help of the most respected citizens known for their integrity and influence at the time; among them were Crassus, the high priest, Mucius Scaevola, the lawyer who was consul at that time, and Claudius Appius, his father-in-law. No law had ever seemed more balanced and fair, especially given that it was passed in response to such severe oppression and greed. Those who deserved harsh punishment for breaking previous laws, and who should have lost all their claims to the lands they had wrongfully taken, were still going to receive compensation for giving up their illegal claims and returning their lands to the rightful owners who needed assistance. While this reform was handled with such care that, with all past actions overlooked, the people were just grateful to avoid similar abuses in the future, on the other hand, wealthy individuals and those with large estates were angered by the law itself and by the lawmaker, driven by greed and partisanship. As a result, they tried to mislead the populace, claiming that Tiberius was planning a widespread redistribution of land to overthrow the government and create chaos.
But they had no success. For Tiberius, maintaining an honorable and just cause, and possessed of eloquence sufficient to have made a less creditable action appear plausible, was no safe or easy antagonist, when, with the people crowding around the hustings, he took his place, and spoke in behalf of the poor. “The savage beasts,” said he, “in Italy, have their particular dens, they have their places of repose and refuge; but the men who bear arms, and expose their lives for the safety of their country, enjoy in the meantime nothing more in it but the air and light; and having no houses or settlements of their own, are constrained to wander from place to place with their wives and children.” He told them that the commanders were guilty of a ridiculous error, when, at the head of their armies, they exhorted the common soldiers to fight for their sepulchres and altars; when not any amongst so many Romans is possessed of either altar or monument, neither have they any houses of their own, or hearths of their ancestors to defend. They fought indeed, and were slain, but it was to maintain the luxury and the wealth of other men. They were styled the masters of the world, but in the meantime had not one foot of ground which they could call their own. A harangue of this nature, spoken to an enthusiastic and sympathizing audience, by a person of commanding spirit and genuine feeling, no adversaries at that time were competent to oppose. Forbearing, therefore, all discussion and debate, they addressed themselves to Marcus Octavius, his fellow-tribune, who, being a young man of a steady, orderly character, and an intimate friend of Tiberius, upon this account declined at first the task of opposing him; but at length, over-persuaded with the repeated importunities of numerous considerable persons, he was prevailed upon to do so, and hindered the passing of the law; it being the rule that any tribune has a power to hinder an act, and that all the rest can effect nothing, if only one of them dissents. Tiberius, irritated at these proceedings, presently laid aside this milder bill, but at the same time preferred another; which, as it was more grateful to the common people, so it was much more severe against the wrongdoers, commanding them to make an immediate surrender of all lands which, contrary to former laws, had come into their possession. Hence there arose daily contentions between him and Octavius in their orations. However, though they expressed themselves with the utmost heat and determination, they yet were never known to descend to any personal reproaches, or in their passion to let slip any indecent expressions, so as to derogate from one another.
But they were unsuccessful. For Tiberius, who stood for a noble and just cause and had the kind of eloquence that could make even a less honorable action seem credible, was a tough opponent. When he took the stage with the people gathered around, he spoke up for the poor. “The wild animals,” he said, “in Italy have their own dens and safe places to rest; but the men who fight and risk their lives for their country have nothing but the air and light to enjoy. They don’t have homes or settlements of their own and are forced to roam from place to place with their wives and kids.” He pointed out that the commanders were making a foolish mistake when, leading their armies, they urged the common soldiers to fight for their graves and temples when not one of those soldiers had either a temple or a monument, nor did they possess homes of their own or the hearths of their ancestors to protect. They fought, indeed, and died, but it was to support the luxury and wealth of others. They were called the masters of the world, yet they didn't even have a square foot of land to call their own. A speech like this, delivered to an excited and sympathetic crowd by someone with a strong presence and genuine emotions, was something that no opponents could effectively counter. So, putting aside all discussion and debate, they turned to Marcus Octavius, his fellow tribune, who was a steady, orderly young man and a close friend of Tiberius. Because of this, he initially hesitated to oppose him; but eventually, persuaded by the persistent requests of many influential people, he agreed to do so and blocked the passing of the law, since it was established that any tribune could stop a measure, and if just one of them opposed it, nothing could be done. Tiberius, frustrated by these actions, immediately abandoned the softer bill but introduced another one that was more appealing to the common people and much harsher on the wrongdoers, demanding they surrender all lands that had come into their possession unlawfully. This led to daily clashes between him and Octavius in their speeches. However, despite expressing themselves with intense passion and determination, they were never known to resort to personal insults or let slip any inappropriate remarks that would tarnish each other’s reputation.
For not alone
Not just alone
In revellings and Bacchic play,
In celebrations and wine-filled fun,
but also in contentions and political animosities, a noble nature and a temperate education stay and compose the mind. Observing, however, that Octavius himself was an offender against this law, and detained a great quantity of ground from the commonalty, Tiberius desired him to forbear opposing him any further, and proffered, for the public good, though he himself had but an indifferent estate, to pay a price for Octavius’s share at his own cost and charges. But upon the refusal of this proffer by Octavius, he then interposed an edict, prohibiting all magistrates to exercise their respective functions, till such time as the law was either ratified or rejected by public votes. He further sealed up the gates of Saturn’s temple, so that the treasurers could neither take any money out from thence, or put any in. He threatened to impose a severe fine upon those of the praetors who presumed to disobey his commands, insomuch that all the officers, for fear of this penalty, intermitted the exercise of their several jurisdictions. Upon this, the rich proprietors put themselves into mourning, went up and down melancholy and dejected; they entered also into a conspiracy against Tiberius, and procured men to murder him; so that he also, with all men’s knowledge, whenever he went abroad, took with him a sword-staff, such as robbers use, called in Latin a dolo.
but also in conflicts and political grudges, a noble character and a balanced education calm and stabilize the mind. Noting, however, that Octavius himself broke this principle and held a significant amount of land from the public, Tiberius asked him to stop opposing him any further and offered, for the common good, to pay for Octavius’s share out of his own pocket, even though he wasn't very wealthy himself. But when Octavius refused this offer, Tiberius issued an edict prohibiting all magistrates from carrying out their duties until the law was either approved or rejected by public votes. He also sealed the gates of Saturn’s temple, preventing the treasurers from taking out or putting in any money. He threatened to impose heavy fines on any praetors who dared to ignore his orders, which made all the officials refrain from exercising their respective powers for fear of this punishment. As a result, the wealthy landowners mourned, walking around looking sad and defeated; they also conspired against Tiberius and hired men to kill him, so that, well aware of the danger, he started carrying a sword-staff with him whenever he went out, similar to what robbers use, known in Latin as a dolo.
When the day appointed was come, and the people summoned to give their votes, the rich men seized upon the voting urns, and carried them away by force; thus all things were in confusion. But when Tiberius’s party appeared strong enough to oppose the contrary faction, and drew together in a body, with the resolution to do so, Manlius and Fulvius, two of the consular quality, threw themselves before Tiberius, took him by the hand, and with tears in their eyes, begged of him to desist. Tiberius, considering the mischiefs that were all but now occurring, and having a great respect for two such eminent persons, demanded of them what they would advise him to do. They acknowledged themselves unfit to advise in a matter of so great importance, but earnestly entreated him to leave it to the determination of the senate. But when the senate assembled, and could not bring the business to any result, through the prevalence of the rich faction, he then was driven to a course neither legal nor fair, and proposed to deprive Octavius of his tribuneship, it being impossible for him in any other way to get the law brought to the vote. At first he addressed him publicly, with entreaties couched in the kindest terms, and taking him by his hands, besought him, that now, in the presence of all the people, he would take this opportunity to oblige them, in granting only that request which was in itself so just and reasonable, being but a small recompense in regard of those many dangers and hardships which they had undergone for the public safety. Octavius, however, would by no means be persuaded to compliance; upon which Tiberius declared openly, that seeing they two were united in the same office, and of equal authority, it would be a difficult matter to compose their difference on so weighty a matter without a civil war; and that the only remedy which he knew, must be the deposing one of them from their office. He desired, therefore, that Octavius would summon the people to pass their verdict upon him first, averring that he would willingly relinquish his authority if the citizens desired it. Octavius refused; and Tiberius then said he would himself put to the people the question of Octavius’s deposition, if upon mature deliberation he did not alter his mind; and after this declaration, he adjourned the assembly till the next day.
When the appointed day arrived and people were called to vote, the wealthy men grabbed the voting urns and took them away by force, causing chaos. But when Tiberius’s supporters looked strong enough to stand against the opposing faction and gathered together with determination, Manlius and Fulvius, two respected leaders, threw themselves in front of Tiberius, took his hand, and with tears in their eyes, pleaded with him to back down. Tiberius, aware of the chaos that was unfolding and holding great respect for these distinguished men, asked them what they suggested he should do. They admitted they weren’t qualified to advise him on such an important issue but strongly urged him to let the Senate decide. However, when the Senate convened and couldn’t reach a decision due to the influence of the wealthy faction, Tiberius felt forced into an illegal and unfair position and proposed to strip Octavius of his tribuneship, as it seemed impossible to get the law voted on otherwise. Initially, he addressed him publicly, using the kindest words, and taking him by the hands, implored him, in front of the people, to take this chance to help them by granting what was a just and reasonable request, which was a small compensation for all the risks and hardships they had faced for the safety of the public. Octavius, however, refused to comply; at which point Tiberius openly stated that since they were both in the same office and held equal power, it would be difficult to resolve their disagreement on such a serious matter without civil war, and the only solution he saw was to remove one of them from their position. He then asked Octavius to call for the people to vote on him first, claiming he would willingly give up his power if the citizens wanted that. Octavius refused, so Tiberius declared he would propose to the people the question of whether Octavius should be removed from office, if after careful consideration, Octavius did not change his mind; and after making this statement, he adjourned the assembly until the next day.
When the people were met together again, Tiberius placed himself in the rostra, and endeavored a second time to persuade Octavius. But all being to no purpose, he referred the whole matter to the people, calling on them to vote at once, whether Octavius should be deposed or not; and when seventeen of the thirty-five tribes had already voted against him, and there wanted only the votes of one tribe more for his final deprivation, Tiberius put a short stop to the proceedings, and once more renewed his importunities; he embraced and kissed him before all the assembly, begging, with all the earnestness imaginable, that he would neither suffer himself to incur the dishonor, nor him to be reputed the author and promoter of so odious a measure. Octavius, we are told, did seem a little softened and moved with these entreaties; his eyes filled with tears, and he continued silent for a considerable time. But presently looking towards the rich men and proprietors of estates, who stood gathered in a body together, partly for shame, and partly for fear of disgracing himself with them, he boldly bade Tiberius use any severity he pleased. The law for his deprivation being thus voted, Tiberius ordered one of his servants, whom he had made a freeman, to remove Octavius from the rostra, employing his own domestic freed servants in the stead of the public officers. And it made the action seem all the sadder, that Octavius was dragged out in such an ignominious manner. The people immediately assaulted him, whilst the rich men ran in to his assistance. Octavius, with some difficulty, was snatched away, and safely conveyed out of the crowd; though a trusty servant of his, who had placed himself in front of his master that he might assist his escape, in keeping off the multitude, had his eyes struck out, much to the displeasure of Tiberius, who ran with all haste, when he perceived the disturbance, to appease the rioters.
When the people gathered again, Tiberius took his place in the speaker's platform and tried once more to persuade Octavius. But seeing it was pointless, he turned the entire issue over to the crowd, urging them to vote immediately on whether Octavius should be removed from power. After seventeen of the thirty-five tribes had already voted against him, and only one more tribe was needed for his final removal, Tiberius paused the proceedings and renewed his pleading; he embraced and kissed Octavius in front of everyone, earnestly asking him not to allow himself to be dishonored, nor for Tiberius to be seen as the instigator of such a hated decision. Octavius appeared to soften a bit at this, his eyes filling with tears, and he remained silent for quite a while. But then, looking towards the wealthy landowners who were huddled together, partly out of shame and partly out of fear of being embarrassed, he boldly told Tiberius to do whatever was necessary. With the law for his removal now passed, Tiberius instructed one of his freed servants to take Octavius off the platform, using his own freed servants instead of the public officers. This made the whole situation even more tragic, as Octavius was dragged away in such a disgraceful way. The crowd quickly began to rush at him, while the wealthy landowners rushed in to help. After some struggle, Octavius was pulled free and led away safely from the mob; however, one of his loyal servants, who had stepped in front of him to help him escape from the crowd, had his eyes gouged out, much to Tiberius's dismay, who hurried over when he saw the chaos to calm the rioters.
This being done, the law concerning the lands was ratified and confirmed, and three commissioners were appointed, to make a survey of the grounds and see the same equally divided. These were Tiberius himself, Claudius Appius, his father-in-law, and his brother, Caius Gracchus, who at this time was not at Rome, but in the army under the command of Scipio Africanus before Numantia. These things were transacted by Tiberius without any disturbance, none daring to offer any resistance to him, besides which, he gave the appointment as tribune in Octavius’s place, not to any person of distinction, but to a certain Mucius, one of his own clients. The great men of the city were therefore utterly offended, and, fearing lest he should grow yet more popular, they took all opportunities of affronting him publicly in the senate house. For when he requested, as was usual, to have a tent provided at the public charge for his use, while dividing the lands, though it was a favor commonly granted to persons employed in business of much less importance, it was peremptorily refused to him; and the allowance made him for his daily expenses was fixed to nine obols only. The chief promoter of these affronts was Publius Nasica, who openly abandoned himself to his feelings of hatred against Tiberius, being a large holder of the public lands, and not a little resenting now to be turned out of them by force. The people, on the other hand, were still more and more excited, insomuch that a little after this, it happening that one of Tiberius’s friends died suddenly, and his body being marked with malignant-looking spots, they ran, in tumultuous manner, to his funeral, crying aloud that the man was poisoned. They took the bier upon their shoulders, and stood over it, while it was placed on the pile, and really seemed to have fair grounds for their suspicion of foul play. For the body burst open, and such a quantity of corrupt humors issued out, that the funeral fire was extinguished, and when it was again kindled, the wood still would not burn; insomuch that they were constrained to carry the corpse to another place, where with much difficulty it took fire. Besides this, Tiberius, that he might incense the people yet more, put himself into mourning, brought his children amongst the crowd, and entreated the people to provide for them and their mother, as if he now despaired of his own security.
Once this was accomplished, the law regarding the lands was ratified and confirmed, and three commissioners were appointed to survey the land and ensure it was divided equally. These were Tiberius himself, Claudius Appius, his father-in-law, and his brother, Caius Gracchus, who was at that time not in Rome but serving in the army under Scipio Africanus before Numantia. Tiberius handled these matters smoothly, facing no opposition, and he appointed a certain Mucius, one of his own supporters, as tribune in place of Octavius, rather than selecting someone prominent. This angered the city’s elite, and fearing that Tiberius would gain more popularity, they took every chance to publicly insult him in the Senate. For when he requested, as was customary, that a tent be provided for him at public expense during the land division—something usually granted to those involved in much less significant matters—it was bluntly denied. Furthermore, his daily expenses were capped at just nine obols. The main instigator behind this mistreatment was Publius Nasica, who openly allowed his animosity toward Tiberius to show, as he was a large holder of public lands and was quite resentful about being forcibly removed from them. On the other hand, the people were growing increasingly agitated. Shortly after this, when one of Tiberius’s friends died suddenly and his body showed suspicious spots, they rushed to his funeral, shouting that he had been poisoned. They carried the bier on their shoulders and stood over it while it was placed on the pyre, genuinely believing they had good reason to suspect foul play. The body burst open, releasing so much corrupt fluid that the funeral fire went out, and when it was relit, the wood still wouldn’t catch fire, forcing them to transport the corpse to another location, where it was eventually ignited with great difficulty. Moreover, to further stir the people’s emotions, Tiberius put on mourning attire, brought his children among the crowd, and begged the people to take care of them and their mother, as if he were already resigned to his own demise.
About this time, king Attalus, surnamed Philometor, died, and Eudemus, a Pergamenian, brought his last will to Rome, by which he had made the Roman people his heirs. Tiberius, to please the people, immediately proposed making a law, that all the money which Attalus left, should be distributed amongst such poor citizens as were to be sharers of the public lands, for the better enabling them to proceed in stocking and cultivating their ground; and as for the cities that were in the territories of Attalus, he declared that the disposal of them did not at all belong to the senate, but to the people, and that he himself would ask their pleasure herein. By this he offended the senate more than ever he had done before, and Pompeius stood up, and acquainted them that he was the next neighbor to Tiberius, and so had the opportunity of knowing that Eudemus, the Pergamenian, had presented Tiberius with a royal diadem and a purple robe, as before long he was to be king of Rome. Quintus Metellus also upbraided him, saying, that when his father was censor, the Romans, whenever he happened to be going home from a supper, used to put out all their lights, lest they should be seen to have indulged themselves in feastings and drinking at unseasonable hours, whereas, now, the most indigent and audacious of the people were found with their torches at night, following Tiberius home. Titus Annius, a man of no great repute for either justice or temperance, but famous for his skill in putting and answering questions, challenged Tiberius to the proof by wager, declaring him to have deposed a magistrate who by law was sacred and inviolable. Loud clamor ensued, and Tiberius, quitting the senate hastily, called together the people, and summoning Annius to appear, was proceeding to accuse him. But Annius, being no great speaker, nor of any repute compared to him, sheltered himself in his own particular art, and desired that he might propose one or two questions to Tiberius, before he entered upon the chief argument. This liberty being granted, and silence proclaimed, Annius proposed his question. “If you,” said he, “had a design to disgrace and defame me, and I should apply myself to one of your colleagues for redress, and he should come forward to my assistance, would you for that reason fall into a passion, and depose him?” Tiberius, they say, was so much disconcerted at this question, that, though at other times his assurance as well as his readiness of speech was always remarkable, yet now he was silent and made no reply.
About this time, King Attalus, nicknamed Philometor, died, and Eudemus, a man from Pergamon, brought his last will to Rome, where he had named the Roman people as his heirs. Tiberius, wanting to please the citizens, immediately proposed a law stating that all the money Attalus left should be distributed among poor citizens who were supposed to receive public land, to help them better stock and cultivate their land. As for the cities in Attalus’s territories, he declared that the decision about them didn’t belong to the Senate but to the people, and that he would ask for their opinion on the matter. This angered the Senate more than ever before, and Pompeius spoke up, informing them that he lived next to Tiberius and had learned that Eudemus had presented Tiberius with a royal crown and a purple robe, suggesting he was about to become king of Rome. Quintus Metellus also criticized him, stating that when his father was censor, Romans used to turn off all their lights whenever he was coming home from dinner, to avoid being seen indulging in late-night feasting and drinking. Now, however, the poorest and most brazen of the people were seen carrying torches at night, following Tiberius home. Titus Annius, a man not well-regarded for justice or temperance but known for his debating skills, challenged Tiberius to a wager, accusing him of having removed a magistrate who was considered sacred and untouchable by law. A loud uproar followed, and Tiberius, hastily leaving the Senate, gathered the people and summoned Annius to appear, intending to accuse him. However, Annius, not being a good speaker and lacking the same reputation, relied on his own abilities and asked if he could pose one or two questions to Tiberius before getting into the main argument. With permission granted and silence declared, Annius asked, “If you,” he said, “had the intention to disgrace and slander me, and I went to one of your colleagues for help, if he stepped forward to assist me, would you then get angry and remove him from his position?” Tiberius was reportedly so taken aback by this question that, although he was usually confident and quick-witted, he fell silent and had no response.
For the present he dismissed the assembly. But beginning to understand that the course he had taken with Octavius had created offense even among the populace as well as the nobility, because the dignity of the tribunes seemed to be violated, which had always continued till that day sacred and honorable, he made a speech to the people in justification of himself; out of which it may not be improper to collect some particulars, to give an impression of his force and persuasiveness in speaking. “A tribune,” he said, “of the people, is sacred indeed, and ought to be inviolable, because in a manner consecrated to be the guardian and protector of them; but if he degenerate so far as to oppress the people, abridge their powers, and take away their liberty of voting, he stands deprived by his own act of his honors and immunities, by the neglect of the duty, for which the honor was bestowed upon him. Otherwise we should be under the obligation to let a tribune do his pleasure, though he should proceed to destroy the capitol or set fire to the arsenal. He who should make these attempts, would be a bad tribune. He who assails the power of the people, is no longer a tribune at all. Is it not inconceivable, that a tribune should have power to imprison a consul, and the people have no authority to degrade him when he uses that honor which he received from them, to their detriment? For the tribunes, as well as the consuls, hold office by the people’s votes. The kingly government, which comprehends all sorts of authority in itself alone, is morever elevated by the greatest and most religious solemnity imaginable into a condition of sanctity. But the citizens, notwithstanding this, deposed Tarquin, when he acted wrongfully; and for the crime of one single man, the ancient government under which Rome was built, was abolished forever. What is there in all Rome so sacred and venerable as the vestal virgins, to whose care alone the preservation of the eternal fire is committed? yet if one of these transgress, she is buried alive; the sanctity which for the gods’ sakes is allowed them, is forfeited when they offend against the gods. So likewise a tribune retains not his inviolability, which for the people’s sake was accorded to him, when he offends against the people, and attacks the foundations of that authority from whence he derived his own. We esteem him to be legally chosen tribune who is elected only by the majority of votes; and is not therefore the same person much more lawfully degraded, when by a general consent of them all, they agree to depose him? Nothing is so sacred as religious offerings; yet the people were never prohibited to make use of them, but suffered to remove and carry them wherever they pleased; so likewise, as it were some sacred present, they have lawful power to transfer the tribuneship from one man’s hands to another’s. Nor can that authority be thought inviolable and irremovable which many of those who have held it, have of their own act surrendered, and desired to be discharged from.”
For now, he dismissed the assembly. However, he started to realize that his actions with Octavius had offended not just the nobility but the general public as well, as it seemed to violate the dignity of the tribunes, which had always been respected and held in honor. He decided to address the people to justify himself; it might be helpful to highlight some points from his speech to illustrate his strength and persuasive ability. “A tribune,” he said, “is indeed sacred and should be untouchable, as they are meant to be the guardians and protectors of the people. But if a tribune goes so far as to oppress the people, limit their powers, and take away their right to vote, then they lose their honors and privileges because they have neglected their duty, for which that honor was given to them. Otherwise, we would have to allow a tribune to act as they please, even if they were to destroy the Capitol or set fire to the armory. Someone who tries such things would be a bad tribune. Anyone who attacks the power of the people is no longer a tribune at all. Isn’t it absurd that a tribune can imprison a consul, yet the people have no power to remove that tribune when they misuse the honor given to them to harm the citizens? Both tribunes and consuls are elected by the people’s votes. A kingly government, which holds all the authority for itself, is elevated with the greatest and most solemn rituals to a state of sanctity. Yet, the citizens deposed Tarquin when he misbehaved; and for the misdeed of one man, the entire government that established Rome was abolished forever. What in all of Rome is more sacred and respected than the vestal virgins, to whom the eternal fire is entrusted? Yet, if one of them fails in their duties, she is buried alive; the sanctity granted to them for the sake of the gods is lost when they wrong the gods. Similarly, a tribune loses their inviolability, granted for the people’s sake, when they harm the people and undermine the very authority from which they derived their position. We consider a tribune to be lawfully chosen if they are elected by the majority of votes; isn’t it even more lawful for them to be removed when there is a unanimous agreement among all to depose them? Nothing is more sacred than religious offerings; yet the people have always been free to use them, moving and carrying them as they wish. In the same way, they have the lawful power to transfer the tribuneship from one individual to another. It cannot be deemed inviolable and unremovable when those who have held it have chosen to surrender it and requested to be relieved of their duty.”
These were the principal heads of Tiberius’s apology. But his friends, apprehending the dangers which seemed to threaten him, and the conspiracy that was gathering head against him, were of opinion, that the safest way would be for him to petition that he might be continued tribune for the year ensuing. Upon this consideration, he again endeavored to secure the people’s good-will with fresh laws, making the years of serving in the war fewer than formerly, granting liberty of appeal from the judges to the people, and joining to the senators, who were judges at that time, an equal number of citizens of the horsemen’s degree, endeavoring as much as in him lay to lessen the power of the senate, rather from passion and partisanship than from any rational regard to equity and the public good. And when it came to the question, whether these laws should be passed, and they perceived that the opposite party were strongest, the people as yet being not got together in a full body, they began first of all to gain time by speeches in accusation of some of their fellow-magistrates, and at length adjourned the assembly till the day following.
These were the main points of Tiberius’s apology. However, his friends, worried about the dangers he faced and the growing conspiracy against him, believed that the safest option was for him to ask to remain tribune for the next year. With this in mind, he tried again to win the people’s support by proposing new laws that reduced the years of military service, allowed appeals from judges to the public, and added an equal number of equestrian citizens to the senators who were judges at that time. He aimed to diminish the power of the senate, motivated more by passion and loyalty than by any genuine concern for fairness and the common good. When it came time to vote on these laws, and they realized the opposing party was stronger, the people, who weren’t yet gathered in large numbers, initially tried to stall by giving speeches accusing some of their fellow magistrates and eventually postponed the assembly until the next day.
Tiberius then went down into the marketplace amongst the people, and made his addresses to them humbly and with tears in his eyes; and told them, he had just reason to suspect, that his adversaries would attempt in the night time to break open his house, and murder him. This worked so strongly with the multitude, that several of them pitched tents round about his house, and kept guard all night for the security of his person. By break of day came one of the soothsayers, who prognosticate good or bad success by the pecking of fowls, and threw them something to eat. The soothsayer used his utmost endeavors to fright the fowls out of their coop; but none of them except one would venture out, which fluttered with its left wing, and stretched out its leg, and ran back again into the coop, without eating anything. This put Tiberius in mind of another ill omen which had formerly happened to him. He had a very costly headpiece, which he made use of when he engaged in any battle, and into this piece of armor two serpents crawled, laid eggs, and brought forth young ones. The remembrance of which made Tiberius more concerned now, than otherwise he would have been. However, he went towards the capitol, as soon as he understood that the people were assembled there; but before he got out of the house, he stumbled upon the threshold with such violence, that he broke the nail of his great toe, insomuch that blood gushed out of his shoe. He was not gone very far before he saw two ravens fighting on the top of a house which stood on his left hand as he passed along; and though he was surrounded with a number of people, a stone, struck from its place by one of the ravens, fell just at his foot. This even the boldest men about him felt as a check. But Blossius of Cuma, who was present, told him, that it would be a shame, and an ignominious thing, for Tiberius, who was the son of Gracchus, the grandson of Scipio Africanus, and the protector of the Roman people, to refuse, for fear of a silly bird, to answer, when his countrymen called to him; and that his adversaries would represent it not as a mere matter for their ridicule, but would declaim about it to the people as the mark of a tyrannical temper, which felt a pride in taking liberties with the people. At the same time several messengers came also from his friends, to desire his presence at the capitol, saying that all things went there according to expectation. And indeed Tiberius’s first entrance there was in every way successful; as soon as ever he appeared, the people welcomed him with loud acclamations, and as he went up to his place, they repeated their expressions of joy, and gathered in a body around him, so that no one who was not well known to be his friend, might approach. Mucius then began to put the business again to the vote; but nothing could be performed in the usual course and order, because of the disturbance caused by those who were on the outside of the crowd, where there was a struggle going on with those of the opposite party, who were pushing on and trying to force their way in and establish themselves among them.
Tiberius then went down into the marketplace among the people, speaking to them humbly with tears in his eyes. He told them he had good reason to suspect that his enemies would attempt to break into his house at night and kill him. This moved the crowd so much that several of them set up tents around his house and kept watch all night to protect him. At dawn, one of the soothsayers, who predicted good or bad outcomes by the behavior of birds, came and threw some food for them. The soothsayer did everything he could to scare the birds out of their coop, but only one dared to venture out. It flapped its left wing, stretched out its leg, and then rushed back into the coop without eating anything. This reminded Tiberius of a previous bad omen he had experienced. He had a very expensive helmet that he wore in battle, and into this piece of armor, two snakes crawled, laid eggs, and gave birth to young ones. Remembering this made Tiberius even more anxious than he otherwise would have been. However, he headed toward the Capitol as soon as he learned that the people were gathered there. But before he could leave his house, he stumbled on the threshold with such force that he broke the nail of his big toe, causing blood to gush from his shoe. He hadn’t gone very far before he spotted two ravens fighting on top of a house to his left, and although he was surrounded by a crowd, a stone knocked loose by one of the ravens fell right at his feet. Even the bravest men around him felt uneasy by this. But Blossius of Cuma, who was present, told him it would be shameful and disgraceful for Tiberius, the son of Gracchus, the grandson of Scipio Africanus, and the protector of the Roman people, to refuse to answer when his countrymen called out to him, just because of a silly bird. He said that his enemies would not only mock him for it but would also use it to claim he had a tyrannical nature that took liberties with the people. At the same time, several messengers from his friends arrived, urging him to go to the Capitol, saying everything was going well there. Indeed, Tiberius’s entrance was successful; as soon as he appeared, the people greeted him with loud cheers, and as he made his way to his spot, they continued to express their joy, gathering around him so that no one who wasn't known to be his friend could get close. Mucius then began to put the issue back to a vote, but nothing could proceed in the usual way because of the chaos caused by those outside the crowd, who were struggling against members of the opposing party attempting to push in and establish themselves among them.
Whilst things were in this confusion, Flavius Flaccus, a senator, standing in a place where he could be seen, but at such a distance from Tiberius that he could not make him hear, signified to him by motions of his hand, that he wished to impart something of consequence to him in private. Tiberius ordered the multitude to make way for him, by which means, though not without some difficulty, Flavius got to him, and informed him, that the rich men, in a sitting of the senate, seeing they could not prevail upon the consul to espouse their quarrel, had come to a final determination amongst themselves, that he should be assassinated, and to that purpose had a great number of their friends and servants ready armed to accomplish it. Tiberius no sooner communicated this confederacy to those about him, but they immediately tucked up their gowns, broke the halberts which the officers used to keep the crowd off into pieces, and distributed them among themselves, resolving to resist the attack with these. Those who stood at a distance wondered, and asked what was the occasion; Tiberius, knowing that they could not hear him at that distance, lifted his hand to his head, wishing to intimate the great danger which he apprehended himself to be in. His adversaries, taking notice of that action, ran off at once to the senate house, and declared, that Tiberius desired the people to bestow a crown upon him, as if this were the meaning of his touching his head. This news created general confusion in the senators, and Nasica at once called upon the consul to punish this tyrant, and defend the government. The consul mildly replied, that he would not be the first to do any violence; and as he would not suffer any freeman to be put to death, before sentence had lawfully passed upon him, so neither would he allow any measure to be carried into effect, if by persuasion or compulsion on the part of Tiberius the people had been induced to pass any unlawful vote. But Nasica, rising from his seat, “Since the consul,” said he, “regards not the safety of the commonwealth, let everyone who will defend the laws, follow me.” He, then, casting the skirt of his gown over his head, hastened to the capitol; those who bore him company, wrapped their gowns also about their arms. and forced their way after him. And as they were persons of the greatest authority in the city, the common people did not venture to obstruct their passing, but were rather so eager to clear the way for them, that they tumbled over one another in haste. The attendants they brought with them, had furnished themselves with clubs and staves from their houses, and they themselves picked up the feet and other fragments of stools and chairs, which were broken by the hasty flight of the common people. Thus armed, they made towards Tiberius, knocking down those whom they found in front of him, and those were soon wholly dispersed, and many of them slain. Tiberius tried to save himself by flight. As he was running, he was stopped by one who caught hold of him by the gown; but he threw it off, and fled in his under-garments only. And stumbling over those who before had been knocked down, as he was endeavoring to get up again, Publius Satureius, a tribune, one of his colleagues, was observed to give him the first fatal stroke, by hitting him upon the head with the foot of a stool. The second blow was claimed, as though it had been a deed to be proud of, by Lucius Rufus. And of the rest there fell above three hundred, killed by clubs and staves only, none by an iron weapon.
While things were in disarray, Flavius Flaccus, a senator, stood in a spot where he could be seen but was far enough from Tiberius that he couldn't be heard. He gestured with his hands to signal that he wanted to share something important in private. Tiberius instructed the crowd to part, and after some effort, Flavius reached him and informed him that the wealthy senators, unable to persuade the consul to support their cause, had decided among themselves that he should be assassinated and had prepared many of their armed friends and servants to carry it out. As soon as Tiberius shared this conspiracy with those around him, they quickly lifted their togas, smashed the halberds the officers used to keep the crowd back, and distributed the pieces among themselves, resolving to fight back. Those watching from a distance were puzzled and wondered what was happening; Tiberius, knowing they couldn't hear him, raised his hand to his head to indicate the serious danger he felt. His enemies noticed this gesture and rushed off to the senate house, claiming that Tiberius wanted the people to crown him, interpreting his hand movement as a request for a crown. This news created widespread panic among the senators, and Nasica immediately urged the consul to punish the tyrant and defend the government. The consul replied calmly that he would not be the first to resort to violence and insisted he wouldn't allow anyone to be executed without a lawful sentence, nor would he permit any unlawful vote to be enacted due to persuasion or force from Tiberius. But Nasica stood up and said, “Since the consul doesn’t care about the safety of the state, let everyone who wants to defend the laws follow me.” He then threw the hem of his toga over his head and hurried to the Capitol; those who followed him also wrapped their togas around their arms and pushed after him. Being individuals of great authority in the city, the common people dared not stop them; instead, they eagerly cleared a path, even stumbling over each other in their haste. The attendants who accompanied them were armed with clubs and sticks from their homes, and they gathered up broken pieces of stools and chairs left behind by the panicked crowd. Armed this way, they advanced toward Tiberius, knocking down those who stood in their way; soon, many were scattered, and several were killed. Tiberius tried to escape. As he ran, someone grabbed his toga, but he managed to shake it off and fled wearing only his undergarments. As he stumbled over those who had been knocked down, he was struck by Publius Satureius, a tribune and one of his colleagues, who dealt him the first fatal blow with a stool leg. The second blow was claimed proudly by Lucius Rufus. In total, more than three hundred were killed, mostly by clubs and sticks, none by a blade.
This, we are told, was the first sedition amongst the Romans, since the abrogation of kingly government, that ended in the effusion of blood. All former quarrels which were neither small nor about trivial matters, were always amicably composed, by mutual concessions on either side, the senate yielding for fear of the commons, and the commons out of respect to the senate. And it is probable indeed that Tiberius himself might then have been easily induced, by mere persuasion, to give way, and certainly, if attacked at all, must have yielded without any recourse to violence and bloodshed, as he had not at that time above three thousand men to support him. But it is evident, that this conspiracy was fomented against him, more out of the hatred and malice which the rich men had to his person, than for the reasons which they commonly pretended against him. In testimony of which, we may adduce the cruelty and unnatural insults which they used to his dead body. For they would not suffer his own brother, though he earnestly begged the favor, to bury him in the night, but threw him, together with the other corpses, into the river. Neither did their animosity stop here; for they banished some of his friends without legal process, and slew as many of the others us they could lay their hands on; amongst whom Diophanes, the orator, was slain, and one Caius Villius cruelly murdered by being shut up in a large tun with vipers and serpents. Blossius of Cuma, indeed, was carried before the consuls, and examined touching what had happened, and freely confessed, that he had done, without scruple, whatever Tiberius bade him. “What,” replied Nasica, “then if Tiberius had bidden you burn the capitol, would you have burnt it?” His first answer was, that Tiberius never would have ordered any such thing; but being pressed with the same question by several others, he declared, “If Tiberius had commanded it, it would have been right for me to do it; for he never would have commanded it, if it had not been for the people’s good.” Blossius at this time was pardoned, and afterwards went away to Aristonicus in Asia, and when Aristonicus was overthrown and ruined, killed himself.
We’re told this was the first uprising among the Romans since they got rid of kings, and it ended in bloodshed. All previous conflicts, which were neither small nor trivial, were usually settled peacefully through mutual concessions— the senate backing down for fear of the common people, and the commons showing respect to the senate. It’s quite possible that Tiberius could have been easily persuaded to back down, and if he had been challenged, he likely would have yielded without resorting to violence, especially since he had only about three thousand men at his side. However, it’s clear that the conspiracy against him was fueled more by the hatred and spite of wealthy individuals toward him than by the usual accusations they made. This is evident from the cruel and brutal treatment of his dead body. They wouldn’t allow his own brother, who pleaded for the chance, to bury him at night but instead tossed him, along with other bodies, into the river. Their hostility didn’t stop there; they exiled some of his friends without any legal process and killed as many others as they could catch. Among those killed was Diophanes, the orator, and one Caius Villius, who was brutally murdered by being locked in a large barrel filled with vipers and snakes. Blossius of Cuma was indeed brought before the consuls and questioned about what happened, where he openly admitted that he had done whatever Tiberius asked without hesitation. “What,” Nasica replied, “if Tiberius had told you to burn the Capitol, would you have done it?” His first answer was that Tiberius would never have ordered such a thing, but pushed by others with the same question, he said, “If Tiberius had commanded it, it would have been right for me to do it; he wouldn’t have commanded it unless it was for the people’s good.” Blossius was pardoned at that time, then later went to Aristonicus in Asia, and when Aristonicus was defeated and destroyed, he ended his own life.
The senate, to soothe the people after these transactions, did not oppose the division of the public lands, and permitted them to choose another commissioner in the room of Tiberius. So they elected Publius Crassus, who was Gracchus’s near connection, as his daughter Licinia was married to Caius Gracchus; although Cornelius Nepos says, that it was not Crassus’s daughter whom Caius married, but Brutus’s, who triumphed for his victories over the Lusitanians; but most writers state it as we have done. The people, however, showed evident marks of their anger at Tiberius’s death; and were clearly waiting only for the opportunity to be revenged, and Nasica was already threatened with an impeachment. The senate, therefore, fearing lest some mischief should befall him, sent him ambassador into Asia, though there was no occasion for his going thither. For the people did not conceal their indignation, even in the open streets, but railed at him, whenever they met him abroad, calling him a murderer and a tyrant, one who had polluted the most holy and religious spot in Rome with the blood of a sacred and inviolable magistrate. And so Nasica left Italy, although be was bound, being the chief priest, to officiate in all principal sacrifices. Thus wandering wretchedly and ignominiously from one place to another, he died in a short time after, not far from Pergamus. It is no wonder that the people had such an aversion to Nasica, when even Scipio Africanus, though so much and so deservedly beloved by the Romans, was in danger of quite losing the good opinion which the people had of him, only for repeating, when the news of Tiberius’s death was first brought to Numantia, the verse out of Homer
The senate, wanting to calm the people after these events, didn’t oppose the division of public lands and let them elect a new commissioner to replace Tiberius. They chose Publius Crassus, who was closely related to Gracchus because his daughter Licinia was married to Caius Gracchus; although Cornelius Nepos claims that it was not Crassus’s daughter who married Caius, but Brutus’s, who celebrated his victories over the Lusitanians; most authors, however, agree with our version. The people, nonetheless, clearly displayed their anger over Tiberius’s death and were just waiting for a chance to take revenge, and Nasica was already facing threats of impeachment. Therefore, the senate, fearing that something bad might happen to him, sent him as an ambassador to Asia, even though there was no real reason for him to go there. The people didn't hide their outrage, openly insulting him in the streets whenever they saw him, calling him a murderer and tyrant, someone who had desecrated the most sacred place in Rome with the blood of a revered and untouchable official. So, Nasica left Italy, even though he was supposed to perform important sacrifices as the chief priest. Wandering pitifully and shamefully from place to place, he died shortly after, not far from Pergamus. It’s no surprise that the people hated Nasica so much, as even Scipio Africanus, who was greatly loved by the Romans, risked losing their respect for simply repeating a line from Homer when the news of Tiberius’s death first reached Numantia.
Even so perish all who do the same.
Even so, let all who do the same perish.
And afterwards, being asked by Caius and Fulvius, in a great assembly, what he thought of Tiberius’s death, he gave an answer adverse to Tiberius’s public actions. Upon which account, the people thenceforth used to interrupt him when he spoke, which, until that time, they had never done, and he, on the other hand, was induced to speak ill of the people. But of this the particulars are given in the life of Scipio.
And later, when Caius and Fulvius asked him in a large gathering what he thought about Tiberius’s death, he gave a response that was critical of Tiberius’s actions. Because of this, the people started to interrupt him when he spoke, something they had never done before, and he, in turn, began to speak negatively about the people. The details of this are provided in the life of Scipio.
CAIUS GRACCHUS
Caius Gracchus, at first, either for fear of his brother’s enemies, or designing to render them more odious to the people, absented himself from the public assemblies, and lived quietly in his own house, as if he were not only reduced for the present to live unambitiously, but was disposed in general to pass his life in inaction. And some, indeed, went so far as to say that he disliked his brother’s measures, and had wholly abandoned the defense of them. However, he was now but very young, being not so old as Tiberius by nine years; and he was not yet thirty when he was slain.
Caius Gracchus, at first, either out of fear of his brother's enemies or trying to make them seem even worse to the people, stayed away from public gatherings and lived quietly at home, as if he was not just temporarily choosing a low-profile life but was generally inclined to lead a life of inaction. Some even claimed that he was against his brother's policies and had completely given up defending them. However, he was still quite young, being nine years younger than Tiberius, and he was not yet thirty when he was killed.
In some little time, however, he quietly let his temper appear, which was one of an utter antipathy to a lazy retirement and effeminacy, and not the least likely to be contented with a life of eating, drinking, and money getting. He gave great pains to the study of eloquence, as wings upon which he might aspire to public business; and it was very apparent that he did not intend to pass his days in obscurity. When Vettius, a friend of his, was on his trial, he defended his cause, and the people were in an ecstasy, and transported with joy, finding him master of such eloquence that the other orators seemed like children in comparison, and jealousies and fears on the other hand began to be felt by the powerful citizens; and it was generally spoken of amongst them that they must hinder Caius from being made tribune.
Before long, he let his temper show, revealing a strong dislike for a lazy and soft lifestyle, and he was definitely not going to be satisfied with a life spent just eating, drinking, and making money. He worked hard at mastering the art of speaking, seeing it as a way to elevate himself into public affairs; it was clear he wasn't planning to spend his life in obscurity. When his friend Vettius was on trial, he defended him, and the crowd was ecstatic, filled with joy as they saw him speak with such skill that other speakers seemed like children by comparison. This sparked jealousy and fear among the powerful citizens, and it became a common topic among them that they needed to prevent Caius from being appointed tribune.
But soon after, it happened that he was elected quaestor, and obliged to attend Orestes, the consul, into Sardinia. This, as it pleased his enemies, so it was not ungrateful to him, being naturally of a warlike character, and as well trained in the art of war as in that of pleading. And, besides, as yet he very much dreaded meddling with state affairs, and appearing publicly in the rostra, which, because of the importunity of the people and his friends, he could no otherwise avoid, than by taking this journey. He was therefore most thankful for the opportunity of absenting himself. Notwithstanding which, it is the prevailing opinion that Caius was a far more thorough demagogue, and more ambitious than ever Tiberius had been, of popular applause; yet it is certain that he was borne rather by a sort of necessity than by any purpose of his own into public business. And Cicero, the orator, relates, that when he declined all such concerns, and would have lived privately, his brother appeared to him in a dream, and calling him by his name, said, “why do you tarry, Caius? There is no escape; one life and one death is appointed for us both, to spend the one and to meet the other, in the service of the people.”
But soon after, he was elected quaestor and had to accompany Orestes, the consul, to Sardinia. This suited his enemies, but he didn’t mind it; he had a naturally combative personality and was skilled in both warfare and public speaking. Plus, at that time, he was really apprehensive about getting involved in political matters and showing up publicly in the rostra. The pressure from the people and his friends left him no choice but to take this trip. So, he was really grateful for the chance to stay away for a while. Still, many believe that Caius was a much more determined demagogue and more eager for public admiration than Tiberius had ever been; however, it’s clear that he was pushed into public life more by circumstance than by personal ambition. Cicero, the orator, mentions that when Caius tried to avoid all these issues and wanted to live a quiet life, his brother appeared to him in a dream and, calling him by name, said, “Why are you hesitating, Caius? There’s no escape; we both have one life and one death destined for us, to serve the people with one and face the other.”
Caius was no sooner arrived in Sardinia, but he gave exemplary proofs of his high merit; he not only excelled all the young men of his age in his actions against his enemies, in doing justice to his inferiors, and in showing all obedience and respect to his superior officer; but likewise in temperance, frugality, and industry, he surpassed even those who were much older than himself. It happened to be a sharp and sickly winter in Sardinia, insomuch that the general was forced to lay an imposition upon several towns to supply the soldiers with necessary clothes. The cities sent to Rome, petitioning to be excused from that burden; the senate found their request reasonable, and ordered the general to find some other way of new clothing the army. While he was at a loss what course to take in this affair, the soldiers were reduced to great distress; but Caius went from one city to another, and by his mere representations, he prevailed with them, that of their own accord they clothed the Roman army. This again being reported to Rome, and seeming to be only an intimation of what was to be expected of him as a popular leader hereafter, raised new jealousies amongst the senators. And, besides, there came ambassadors out of Africa from king Micipsa, to acquaint the senate, that their master, out of respect to Caius Gracchus, had sent a considerable quantity of corn to the general in Sardinia; at which the senators were so much offended, that they turned the ambassadors out of the senate house, and made an order that the soldiers should be relieved by sending others in their room; but that Orestes should continue at his post, with whom Caius, also, as they presumed, being his quaestor, would remain. But he, finding how things were carried, immediately in anger took ship for Rome, where his unexpected appearance obtained him the censure not only of his enemies, but also of the people; who thought it strange that a quaestor should leave before his commander. Nevertheless, when some accusation upon this ground was made against him to the censors, he desired leave to defend himself, and did it so effectually, that, when he ended, he was regarded as one who had been very much injured. He made it then appear, that he had served twelve years in the army, whereas others are obliged to serve only ten; that he had continued quaestor to the general three years, whereas he might by law have returned at the end of one year; and alone of all who went on the expedition, he had carried out a full, and had brought home an empty purse, while others, after drinking up the wine they had carried out with them, brought back the wine-jars filled again with gold and silver from the war.
Caius had hardly arrived in Sardinia when he showcased remarkable talent; he not only outperformed all the young men his age in battles against their enemies, providing justice to those beneath him, and showing complete obedience and respect to his commanding officer, but he also excelled in self-control, thriftiness, and hard work, surpassing even many older individuals. It happened to be a harsh and unhealthy winter in Sardinia, so the general had to impose a requirement on several towns to supply the soldiers with essential clothing. The cities sent a request to Rome, asking to be excused from this burden; the senate deemed their request reasonable and instructed the general to find another way to outfit the army. While he was struggling to figure out how to handle the situation, the soldiers faced significant hardships. However, Caius moved from one city to another, and through his persuasive arguments, he convinced them to voluntarily provide clothing for the Roman army. This news reaching Rome, seen as a sign of what was expected from him as a future popular leader, stirred up new jealousy among the senators. Additionally, ambassadors from Africa came from King Micipsa to inform the senate that their master had sent a substantial amount of grain to the general in Sardinia out of respect for Caius Gracchus; this angered the senators so much that they expelled the ambassadors from the senate house and ordered that the soldiers should be replaced by others, but that Orestes should remain in command, presuming that Caius would continue as his quaestor. However, seeing how things were unfolding, Caius quickly got angry and took a ship to Rome, and his unexpected arrival drew criticism not only from his enemies but also from the public, who found it odd that a quaestor would leave before his superior. Nevertheless, when some accusations were made against him to the censors regarding this, he asked for the opportunity to defend himself, and he did so effectively, ultimately being seen as someone who had been significantly wronged. He then demonstrated that he had served twelve years in the army, while others were only required to serve ten; that he had been quaestor for the general for three years, although he could have legally returned after just one; and that, uniquely among all those on the expedition, he had gone out with a full wallet and returned empty, while others, after drinking all the wine they had taken with them, came back with their wine jars filled with gold and silver from the war.
After this, they brought other accusations and writs against him, for exciting insurrection amongst the allies, and being engaged in the conspiracy that was discovered about Fregellae. But having cleared himself of every suspicion, and proved his entire innocence, he now at once came forward to ask for the tribuneship; in which, though he was universally opposed by all persons of distinction, yet there came such infinite numbers of people from all parts of Italy to vote for Caius, that lodgings for them could not be supplied in the city; and the Field being not large enough to contain the assembly, there were numbers who climbed upon the roofs and the tilings of the houses to use their voices in his favor. However, the nobility so far forced the people to their pleasure and disappointed Caius’s hope, that he was not returned the first, as was expected, but the fourth tribune. But when he came to the execution of his office, it was seen presently who was really first tribune, as he was a better orator than any of his contemporaries, and the passion with which he still lamented his brother’s death, made him the bolder in speaking. He used on all occasions to remind the people of what had happened in that tumult, and laid before them the examples of their ancestors, how they declared war against the Faliscans, only for giving scurrilous language to one Genucius, a tribune of the people; and sentenced Caius Veturius to death, for refusing to give way in the forum to a tribune; “Whereas,” said he, “these men did, in the presence of you all, murder Tiberius with clubs, and dragged the slaughtered body through the middle of the city, to be cast into the river. Even his friends, as many as could be taken, were put to death immediately, without any trial, notwithstanding that just and ancient custom, which has always been observed in our city, that whenever anyone is accused of a capital crime, and does not make his personal appearance in court, a trumpeter is sent in the morning to his lodging, to summon him by sound of trumpet to appear; and before this ceremony is performed, the judges do not proceed to the vote; so cautious and reserved were our ancestors about business of life and death.”
After this, they brought more accusations and charges against him for inciting rebellion among the allies and being involved in the conspiracy that was uncovered near Fregellae. However, after proving his complete innocence and clearing all doubts, he immediately stepped forward to campaign for the tribuneship. Even though he faced strong opposition from all the prominent individuals, so many people came from all over Italy to vote for Caius that there weren’t enough accommodations in the city for them. The field was too small to hold everyone, and many climbed onto roofs and the tops of houses to lend their voices in support of him. Nevertheless, the elites managed to sway the people to their will, and despite Caius’s hopes, he was elected as the fourth tribune instead of the expected first. Yet, when he began to carry out his duties, it quickly became apparent who the real first tribune was, as he was a better speaker than any of his peers. His heartfelt mourning for his brother’s death made him more fearless in addressing the crowd. He often reminded the people of what had happened during that riot and cited examples from their ancestors, how they declared war against the Faliscans just for insulting a tribune named Genucius, and sentenced Caius Veturius to death for simply refusing to step aside for a tribune in the forum. “But,” he said, “these men, in front of all of you, killed Tiberius with clubs and dragged his bloody body through the city to throw it into the river. Even his friends, as many as could be caught, were executed right away without any trial, despite the fair and ancient custom that we have always followed in our city. Whenever someone is accused of a serious crime and doesn’t show up in court, a trumpeter is sent in the morning to his place to summon him to appear; and until this is done, the judges don’t cast their votes. Our ancestors were very careful and restrained when it came to matters of life and death.”
Having moved the people’s passion with such addresses (and his voice was of the loudest and strongest), he proposed two laws. The first was, that whoever was turned out of any public office by the people, should be thereby rendered incapable of bearing any office afterwards; the second, that if any magistrate condemn a Roman to be banished, without a legal trial, the people be authorized to take cognizance thereof.
Having stirred the people's passion with his speeches (and his voice was the loudest and strongest), he proposed two laws. The first was that anyone who was removed from a public office by the people would be permanently disqualified from holding any office again; the second was that if any magistrate sentenced a Roman to exile without a legal trial, the people would have the right to address the matter.
One of these laws was manifestly leveled at Marcus Octavius, who, at the instigation of Tiberius, had been deprived of his tribuneship. The other touched Popilius, who, in his praetorship, had banished all Tiberius’s friends; whereupon Popilius, being unwilling to stand the hazard of a trial, fled out of Italy. As for the former law, it was withdrawn by Caius himself, who said he yielded in the case of Octavius, at the request of his mother Cornelia. This was very acceptable and pleasing to the people, who had a great veneration for Cornelia, not more for the sake of her father than for that of her children; and they afterwards erected a statue of brass in honor of her, with this inscription, Cornelia, the mother of the Gracchi. There are several expressions recorded, in which he used her name perhaps with too much rhetoric, and too little self-respect, in his attacks upon his adversaries. “How,” said he, “dare you presume to reflect upon Cornelia, the mother of Tiberius?” And because the person who made the redactions had been suspected of effeminate courses, “With what face,” said he, “can you compare Cornelia with yourself? Have you brought forth children as she has done? And yet all Rome knows, that she has refrained from the conversation of men longer than you yourself have done.” Such was the bitterness he used in his language; and numerous similar expressions might be adduced from his written remains.
One of these laws was clearly aimed at Marcus Octavius, who, at Tiberius's urging, had lost his position as tribune. The other affected Popilius, who, during his time as praetor, had exiled all of Tiberius's friends; as a result, Popilius, not wanting to risk going to trial, fled Italy. As for the first law, Caius himself repealed it, saying he was yielding in the case of Octavius at Cornelia’s request. This was very well received by the people, who held Cornelia in great esteem, not just because of her father but also for her children; they later erected a bronze statue in her honor, inscribed: Cornelia, the mother of the Gracchi. There are several statements recorded where he perhaps used her name with excessive rhetoric and too little self-respect in his attacks against his opponents. “How,” he asked, “can you dare to insult Cornelia, the mother of Tiberius?” And because the person making the accusations had been suspected of having effeminate tendencies, he added, “With what face can you compare yourself to Cornelia? Have you given birth to children as she has? And yet all of Rome knows that she has avoided the company of men longer than you have.” Such was the bitterness in his language, and many similar remarks can be found in his writings.
Of the laws which he now proposed, with the object of gratifying the people and abridging the power of the senate, the first was concerning the public lands, which were to be divided amongst the poor citizens; another was concerning the common soldiers, that they should be clothed at the public charge, without any diminution of their pay, and that none should be obliged to serve in the army who was not full seventeen years old; another gave the same right to all the Italians in general, of voting at elections, as was enjoyed by the citizens of Rome; a fourth related to the price of corn, which was to be sold at a lower rate than formerly to the poor; and a fifth regulated the courts of justice, greatly reducing the power of the senators. For hitherto, in all causes senators only sat as judges, and were therefore much dreaded by the Roman knights and the people. But Caius joined three hundred ordinary citizens of equestrian rank with the senators, who were three hundred likewise in number, and ordained that the judicial authority should be equally invested in the six hundred. While he was arguing for the ratification of this law, his behavior was observed to show in many respects unusual earnestness, and whereas other popular leaders had always hitherto, when speaking, turned their faces towards the senate house, and the place called the comitium, he, on the contrary, was the first man that in his harangue to the people turned himself the other way, towards them, and continued after that time to do so. An insignificant movement and change of posture, yet it marked no small revolution in state affairs, the conversion, in a manner, of the whole government from an aristocracy to a democracy; his action intimating that public speakers should address themselves to the people, not the senate.
Of the laws he proposed to please the people and reduce the power of the senate, the first was about public lands, which were to be divided among the poor citizens. Another concerned common soldiers, stating that they should be supplied with uniforms at public expense without any reduction in their pay, and that no one younger than seventeen should be required to serve in the army. Another law extended the right to vote in elections to all Italians, similar to what Roman citizens had. A fourth law addressed the price of corn, mandating it be sold at a reduced rate for the poor. The fifth law restructured the courts, significantly cutting the power of the senators. Previously, only senators acted as judges, making them feared by the Roman knights and the general population. However, Caius added three hundred ordinary citizens from the equestrian class to the judicial system, matching the count of senators, and determined that judicial power should be shared among the six hundred. While advocating for this law, he displayed unusual enthusiasm, and unlike previous popular leaders who faced the senate house and the comitium while speaking, he was the first to turn and address the people directly. This seemingly minor gesture signified a significant shift in governance, representing a change from an aristocracy to a democracy; his actions suggested that public speakers should focus on the people rather than the senate.
When the commonalty ratified this law, and gave him power to select those of the knights whom he approved of, to be judges, he was invested with a sort of kingly power, and the senate itself submitted to receive his advice in matters of difficulty; nor did he advise anything that might derogate from the honor of that body. As, for example, his resolution about the corn which Fabius the propraetor sent from Spain, was very just and honorable; for he persuaded the senate to sell the corn, and return the money to the same provinces which had furnished them with it; and also that Fabius should be censured for rendering the Roman government odious and insupportable. This got him extraordinary respect and favor among the provinces. Besides all this, he proposed measures for the colonization of several cities, for making roads, and for building public granaries; of all which works he himself undertook the management and superintendence, and was never wanting to give necessary orders for the dispatch of all these different and great undertakings; and that with such wonderful expedition and diligence, as if he had been but engaged upon one of them; insomuch that all persons, even those who hated or feared him, stood amazed to see what a capacity he had for effecting and completing all he undertook. As for the people themselves, they were transported at the very sight, when they saw him surrounded with a crowd of contractors, artificers, public deputies, military officers, soldiers, and scholars. All these he treated with an easy familiarity, yet without abandoning his dignity in his gentleness; and so accommodated his nature to the wants and occasions of everyone who addressed him, that those were looked upon as no better than envious detractors, who had represented him as a terrible, assuming, and violent character. He was even a greater master of the popular leader’s art in his common talk and his actions, than he was in his public addresses.
When the common people approved this law and gave him the authority to choose the knights he trusted to be judges, he was granted a sort of kingship, and even the senate began to seek his counsel on difficult issues; he always offered advice that upheld the honor of that body. For instance, his decision regarding the grain sent from Spain by Fabius the propraetor was both fair and honorable; he convinced the senate to sell the grain and return the money to the provinces that had supplied it, and he also suggested that Fabius be reprimanded for making the Roman government appear objectionable and intolerable. This earned him immense respect and favor among the provinces. Beyond this, he proposed plans for the colonization of several cities, the construction of roads, and the building of public granaries; he managed and oversaw all these projects himself and was always prompt in giving necessary orders for the various significant tasks; he worked with such incredible speed and diligence that it seemed he was focused on just one of them. So much so that everyone, even those who hated or feared him, were amazed by his capacity to accomplish and finish everything he set out to do. The people themselves were ecstatic at the sight of him surrounded by a mix of contractors, artisans, public officials, military officers, soldiers, and scholars. He interacted with all of them in a friendly manner but maintained his dignity and gentleness; he adapted to the needs and occasions of everyone who approached him, making those who labeled him as a harsh, arrogant, and aggressive figure appear as nothing but envious critics. He was even more skilled at being a popular leader in his everyday conversations and actions than he was in his formal speeches.
His most especial exertions were given to constructing the roads, which he was careful to make beautiful and pleasant, as well as convenient. They were drawn by his directions through the fields, exactly in a straight line, partly paved with hewn stone, and partly laid with solid masses of gravel. When he met with any valleys or deep watercourses crossing the line, he either caused them to be filled up with rubbish, or bridges to be built over them, so well leveled, that all being of an equal height on both sides, the work presented one uniform and beautiful prospect. Besides this, he caused the roads to be all divided into miles (each mile containing little less than eight furlongs, and erected pillars of stone to signify the distance from one place to another. He likewise placed other stones at small distances from one another, on both sides of the way, by the help of which travelers might get easily on horseback without wanting a groom.
His main efforts were focused on building the roads, which he made not only convenient but also beautiful and enjoyable. He had them laid out in a straight line through the fields, partly paved with cut stone and partly made of packed gravel. When he encountered valleys or deep streams crossing the route, he either filled them with debris or built bridges over them, carefully leveled so that both sides were at the same height, creating a smooth and appealing view. Additionally, he divided the roads into miles (each mile being slightly less than eight furlongs) and put up stone pillars to mark the distance between locations. He also placed smaller stones at short intervals on both sides of the road to help travelers easily mount their horses without needing a groom's assistance.
For these reasons, the people highly extolled him, and were ready upon all occasions to express their affection towards him. One day, in an oration to them, he declared that he had only one favor to request, which if they granted, he should think the greatest obligation in the world; yet if it were denied, he would never blame them for the refusal. This expression made the world believe that his ambition was to be consul; and it was generally expected that he wished to be both consul and tribune at the same time. When the day for election of consuls was at hand, and all in great expectation, he appeared in the Field with Caius Fannius, canvassing together with his friends for his election. This was of great effect in Fannius’s favor. He was chosen consul, and Caius elected tribune the second time, without his own seeking or petitioning for it, but at the voluntary motion of the people. But when he understood that the senators were his declared enemies, and that Fannius himself was none of the most zealous of friends, he began again to rouse the people with other new laws. He proposed that a colony of Roman citizens might be sent to re-people Tarentum and Capua, and that the Latins should enjoy the same privileges with the citizens of Rome. But the senate, apprehending that he would at last grow too powerful and dangerous, took a new and unusual course to alienate the people’s affections from him, by playing the demagogue in opposition to him, and offering favors contrary to all good policy. Livius Drusus was fellow-tribune with Caius, a person of as good a family and as well educated as any amongst the Romans, and noways inferior to those who for their eloquence and riches were the most honored and most powerful men of that time. To him, therefore, the chief senators made their application, exhorting him to attack Caius, and join in their confederacy against him; which they designed to carry on, not by using any force, or opposing the common people, but by gratifying and obliging them with such unreasonable things as otherwise they would have felt it honorable for them to incur the greatest unpopularity in resisting.
For these reasons, the people praised him highly and were always ready to show their affection for him. One day, in a speech to them, he stated that he had only one favor to ask, which, if granted, he would consider the biggest obligation in the world; yet if it were denied, he wouldn’t hold it against them. This made everyone think that his ambition was to become consul, and it was generally believed that he wanted to be both consul and tribune at the same time. When the day for the consul elections approached, with everyone eagerly anticipating it, he showed up in the Field with Caius Fannius, campaigning alongside his friends for his election. This greatly benefited Fannius, who was elected consul, while Caius was elected tribune for a second time, not through his own efforts or requests, but at the people’s own initiative. However, when he learned that the senators were openly his enemies and that Fannius was not particularly loyal, he began to rally the people again with new laws. He proposed sending a colony of Roman citizens to repopulate Tarentum and Capua and that the Latins should enjoy the same rights as Roman citizens. The senate, fearing that he would become too powerful and dangerous, took an unusual approach to turn the people against him, by playing the demagogue against him and offering favors that contradicted good policy. Livius Drusus was Caius's fellow tribune, a man of as good a family and as well-educated as anyone among the Romans, and certainly not inferior to those who were most honored and influential at the time due to their eloquence and wealth. Therefore, the leading senators approached him, urging him to oppose Caius and join their alliance against him; they planned to do this not by using force or opposing the common people, but by pleasing and obliging them with demands that they would otherwise feel honorable enough to resist, even at the risk of great unpopularity.
Livius offered to serve the senate with his authority in this business; and proceeded accordingly to bring forward such laws as were in reality neither honorable nor advantageous for the public; his whole design being to outdo Caius in pleasing and cajoling the populace (as if it had been in some comedy), with obsequious flattery and every kind of gratifications; the senate thus letting it be seen plainly, that they were not angry with Caius’s public measures, but only desirous to ruin him utterly, or at least to lessen his reputation. For when Caius proposed the settlement of only two colonies, and mentioned the better class of citizens for that purpose, they accused him of abusing the people; and yet, on the contrary, were pleased with Drusus, when he proposed the sending out of twelve colonies, each to consist of three thousand persons, and those, too, the most needy that he could find. When Caius divided the public land amongst the poor citizens, and charged them with a small rent, annually, to be paid into the exchequer, they were angry at him, as one who sought to gratify the people only for his own interest; yet afterwards they commended Livius, though he exempted them from paying even that little acknowledgment. They were displeased with Caius, for offering the Latins an equal right with the Romans of voting at the election of magistrates; but when Livius proposed that it might not be lawful for a Roman captain to scourge a Latin soldier, they promoted the passing of that law. And Livius, in all his speeches to the people, always told them, that he proposed no laws but such as were agreeable to the senate, who had a particular regard to the people’s advantage. And this truly was the only point in all his proceedings which was of any real service, as it created more kindly feelings towards the senate in the people; and whereas they formerly suspected and hated the principal senators, Livius appeased and mitigated this perverseness and animosity, by his profession that he had done nothing in favor and for the benefit of the commons, without their advice and approbation.
Livius offered to support the senate with his influence in this matter and proceeded to introduce laws that were neither honorable nor beneficial to the public; his entire goal was to outshine Caius in charming and appeasing the people, using excessive flattery and various forms of satisfaction. The senate clearly demonstrated that they were not upset with Caius’s public policies, but were simply eager to completely destroy him or at least tarnish his reputation. When Caius suggested establishing only two colonies and mentioned involving higher-class citizens, they accused him of exploiting the people. In contrast, they praised Drusus when he proposed sending out twelve colonies, each made up of three thousand of the most impoverished individuals he could find. When Caius distributed public land among the poorer citizens and imposed a small annual rent to be paid to the treasury, they were angry with him, viewing him as someone looking to please the people for his own gain. Later, they praised Livius, even though he exempted them from paying that minimal fee. They were unhappy with Caius for offering Latins the same voting rights as Romans during magistrate elections; however, when Livius suggested that it should be illegal for a Roman officer to flog a Latin soldier, they supported that law's passage. Throughout all his speeches, Livius insisted that he was only proposing laws that were in line with the senate’s wishes, which was concerned with the people’s welfare. This was genuinely the only aspect of his actions that provided any real benefit, as it fostered a kinder sentiment toward the senate among the people. Previously suspicious and hostile toward leading senators, Livius eased this resentment and hostility by insisting that he hadn’t taken any steps for the commons without their consultation and approval.
But the greatest credit which Drusus got for kindness and justice towards the people was, that he never seemed to propose any law for his own sake, or his own advantage; he committed the charge of seeing the colonies rightly settled to other commissioners; neither did he ever concern himself with the distribution of the moneys; whereas Caius always took the principal part in any important transactions of this kind. Rubrius, another tribune of the people, had proposed to have Carthage again inhabited, which had been demolished by Scipio, and it fell to Caius’s lot to see this performed, and for that purpose he sailed to Africa. Drusus took this opportunity of his absence to insinuate himself still more into the peoples’ affections, which he did chiefly by accusing Fulvius, who was a particular friend to Caius, and was appointed a commissioner with him for the division of the lands. Fulvius was a man of a turbulent spirit, and notoriously hated by the senate; and besides, he was suspected by others to have fomented the differences between the citizens and their confederates, and underhand to be inciting the Italians to rebel; though there was little other evidence of the truth of these accusations, than his being an unsettled character, and of a well-known seditious temper. This was one principal cause of Caius’s ruin; for part of the envy which fell upon Fulvius, was extended to him. And when Scipio Africanus died suddenly, and no cause of such an unexpected death could be assigned, only some marks of blows upon his body seemed to intimate that he had suffered violence, as is related in the history of his life, the greatest part of the odium attached to Fulvius, because he was his enemy, and that very day had reflected upon Scipio in a public address to the people. Nor was Caius himself clear from suspicion. However, this great outrage, committed too upon the person of the greatest and most considerable man in Rome, was never either punished or inquired into thoroughly, for the populace opposed and hindered any judicial investigation, for fear that Caius should be implicated in the charge if proceedings were carried on. This, however, had happened some time before.
But the biggest credit Drusus received for his kindness and fairness towards the people was that he never seemed to propose any law for his own benefit or gain; he delegated the responsibility of ensuring the colonies were properly settled to other commissioners; he also never got involved in the distribution of funds, while Caius always played a major role in important transactions like these. Rubrius, another tribune of the people, had suggested that Carthage, which had been destroyed by Scipio, should be resettled, and it fell to Caius to make this happen, for which he sailed to Africa. Drusus took advantage of Caius’s absence to further win over the people's support, mainly by accusing Fulvius, a close friend of Caius’s who was assigned as a commissioner with him for the land division. Fulvius was known for being restless and was notoriously disliked by the senate; moreover, he was suspected by others of stirring up tensions between citizens and their allies, and secretly inciting the Italians to revolt, although there was little solid evidence for these claims beyond his reputation for being unstable and having a known rebellious nature. This was a significant factor in Caius’s downfall, as some of the resentment directed at Fulvius also spilled over onto him. And when Scipio Africanus died suddenly, with no clear cause for such an unexpected death other than some marks of violence on his body indicating he had suffered an attack, as noted in his life history, the bulk of the blame fell on Fulvius because he was Scipio’s enemy and had publicly criticized him that very day. Caius himself was not free from suspicion either. However, this major crime, committed against the most important and influential man in Rome, was never punished or thoroughly investigated, because the people opposed and prevented any legal inquiry, fearing that Caius might be implicated if proceedings were initiated. This had all occurred some time earlier.
But in Africa, where at present Caius was engaged in the repeopling of Carthage, which he named Junonia, many ominous appearances, which presaged mischief, are reported to have been sent from the gods. For a sudden gust of wind falling upon the first standard, and the standard-bearer holding it fast, the staff broke; another sudden storm blew away the sacrifices, which were laid upon the altars, and carried them beyond the bounds laid out for the city; and the wolves came and carried away the very marks that were set up to show the boundary. Caius, notwithstanding all this, ordered and dispatched the whole business in the space of seventy days, and then returned to Rome, understanding how Fulvius was prosecuted by Drusus, and that the present juncture of affairs would not suffer him to be absent. For Lucius Opimius, one who sided with the nobility, and was of no small authority in the senate, who had formerly sued to be consul, but was repulsed by Caius’s interest, at the time when Fannius was elected, was in a fair way now of being chosen consul, having a numerous company of supporters. And it was generally believed, if he did obtain it, that he would wholly ruin Caius, whose power was already in a declining condition; and the people were not so apt to admire his actions as formerly, because there were so many others who every day contrived new ways to please them, with which the senate readily complied.
But in Africa, where Caius was currently focused on repopulating Carthage, which he renamed Junonia, many ominous signs, thought to forecast trouble, were reported to have come from the gods. A sudden gust of wind hit the first standard, causing the standard-bearer to hold on tight, and the staff broke; another sudden storm blew away the sacrifices placed on the altars and carried them beyond the city's outlined boundaries; and wolves came and took away the very markers set up to indicate the limits. Despite all this, Caius organized and completed everything in just seventy days, then returned to Rome, aware that Fulvius was being prosecuted by Drusus and that the current situation wouldn’t allow him to stay away. Lucius Opimius, a supporter of the nobility and a significant figure in the senate who had previously attempted to become consul but was thwarted by Caius’s influence when Fannius was elected, was now well-positioned to be chosen consul, backed by a large group of supporters. It was widely believed that if he succeeded, he would completely destroy Caius, whose power was already waning, and the public was no longer as impressed with his actions as they used to be, since many others were constantly finding new ways to win their favor, which the senate readily supported.
After his return to Rome, he quitted his house on the Palatine Mount, and went to live near the market-place, endeavoring to make himself more popular in those parts, where most of the humbler and poorer citizens lived. He then brought forward the remainder of his proposed laws, as intending to have them ratified by the popular vote; to support which a vast number of people collected from all quarters. But the senate persuaded Fannius, the consul, to command all persons who were not born Romans, to depart the city. A new and unusual proclamation was thereupon made, prohibiting any of the Allies or Confederates to appear at Rome during that time. Caius, on the contrary, published an edict, accusing the consul for what he had done, and setting forth to the Confederates, that if they would continue upon the place, they might be assured of his assistance and protection. However, he was not so good as his word; for though he saw one of his own familiar friends and companions dragged to prison by Fannius’s officers, he notwithstanding passed by, without assisting him; either because he was afraid to stand the test of his power, which was already decreased, or because, as he himself reported, he was unwilling to give his enemies an opportunity, which they very much desired, of coming to actual violence and fighting. About that time there happened likewise a difference between him and his fellow-officers upon this occasion. A show of gladiators was to be exhibited before the people in the marketplace, and most of the magistrates erected scaffolds round about, with an intention of letting them for advantage. Caius commanded them to take down their scaffolds, that the poor people might see the sport without paying anything. But nobody obeying these orders of his, he gathered together a body of laborers, who worked for him, and overthrew all the scaffolds, the very night before the contest was to take place. So that by the next morning the market-place was cleared, and the common people had an opportunity of seeing the pastime. In this, the populace thought he had acted the part of a man; but he much disobliged the tribunes, his colleagues, who regarded it as a piece of violent and presumptuous interference.
After returning to Rome, he left his house on Palatine Hill and moved near the marketplace, trying to gain popularity among the poorer citizens who lived there. He then introduced the rest of his proposed laws, aiming to have them approved by a public vote, and many people gathered from all over to support him. However, the senate convinced Fannius, the consul, to order anyone who wasn't a Roman citizen to leave the city. A new and unusual announcement was then made, banning any of the Allies or Confederates from being in Rome during that time. In contrast, Caius issued an edict condemning the consul for his actions and assured the Confederates that if they stayed, they would have his support and protection. However, he didn't keep his promise; even when he saw one of his close friends being taken to prison by Fannius's officers, he ignored it and didn’t help him—either because he feared testing his already diminished power or, as he later claimed, he didn't want to give his enemies the chance they wanted for a violent confrontation. Around that time, he also had a disagreement with his fellow officers regarding an upcoming gladiator show in the marketplace. Most of the magistrates set up scaffolds to profit from the event. Caius ordered them to take down the scaffolds so that the poor could watch the show for free. But when no one followed his orders, he gathered a group of laborers to help him and knocked down all the scaffolds the night before the event. By the next morning, the marketplace was clear, allowing the common people to enjoy the spectacle. The crowd appreciated his effort, but it angered his fellow tribunes, who saw it as an overreach and a presumptuous interference.
This was thought to be the chief reason that he failed of being a third time elected tribune; not but that he had the most votes, but because his colleagues out of revenge caused false returns to be made. But as to this matter there was a controversy. Certain it is, he very much resented this repulse, and behaved with unusual arrogance towards some of his adversaries who were joyful at his defeat, telling them, that all this was but a false, sardonic mirth, as they little knew how much his actions threw them into obscurity.
This was seen as the main reason he wasn't elected tribune for a third time; he actually got the most votes, but his colleagues, out of revenge, created false results. There was a debate about this issue. It's clear he was really upset about this setback and acted with unusual arrogance towards some of his opponents who were happy about his defeat, telling them that their joy was nothing but fake, sarcastic laughter, as they had no idea how much his actions overshadowed them.
As soon as Opimius also was chosen consul, they presently canceled several of Caius’s laws, and especially called in question his proceedings at Carthage, omitting nothing that was likely to irritate him, that from some effect of his passion they might find out a colorable pretense to put him to death. Caius at first bore these things very patiently; but afterwards, at the instigation of his friends, especially Fulvius, he resolved to put himself at the head of a body of supporters, to oppose the consul by force. They say also that on this occasion his mother, Cornelia, joined in the sedition, and assisted him by sending privately several strangers into Rome, under pretense as if they came to be hired there for harvestmen; for that intimations of this are given in her letters to him. However, it is confidently affirmed by others, that Cornelia did not in the least approve of these actions.
As soon as Opimius was elected consul, they quickly repealed several of Caius’s laws and specifically questioned his actions in Carthage, leaving nothing out that could provoke him, so they could find a reason to have him killed due to some reaction of his anger. At first, Caius tolerated these things patiently, but later, at the urging of his friends, especially Fulvius, he decided to take the lead of a group of supporters to oppose the consul by force. It's also said that during this time, his mother, Cornelia, joined in the rebellion, helping by secretly sending several outsiders to Rome, pretending they were there to be hired as harvest workers; hints of this can be found in her letters to him. However, others confidently assert that Cornelia did not approve of these actions at all.
When the day came in which Opimius designed to abrogate the laws of Caius, both parties met very early at the capitol; and the consul having performed all the rites usual in their sacrifices, one Quintus Antyllius, an attendant on the consul, carrying out the entrails of the victim, spoke to Fulvius, and his friends who stood about him, “Ye factious citizens, make way for honest men.” Some report, that besides this provoking language, he extended his naked arm towards them, as a piece of scorn and contempt. Upon this he was presently killed with the strong stiles which are commonly used in writing, though some say that on this occasion they had been manufactured for this purpose only. This murder caused a sudden consternation in the whole assembly, and the heads of each faction had their different sentiments about it. As for Caius he was much grieved, and severely reprimanded his own party, because they had given their adversaries a reasonable pretense to proceed against them, which they had so long hoped for. Opimius, immediately seizing the occasion thus offered, was in great delight, and urged the people to revenge; but there happening a great shower of rain on a sudden, it put an end to the business of that day.
When the day came when Opimius planned to repeal Caius's laws, both sides gathered early at the Capitol. The consul completed all the usual rituals for their sacrifices, and Quintus Antyllius, an aide to the consul, while carrying out the victim's entrails, said to Fulvius and his friends nearby, “You troublemakers, make way for honest people.” Some say that in addition to this provoking remark, he pointed his bare arm at them as an act of scorn and contempt. Consequently, he was immediately killed with the stout styluses typically used for writing, although some claim that these styluses were made specifically for this act. This murder caused a sudden panic among the entire assembly, and the leaders of each faction had differing opinions about it. As for Caius, he was very upset and harshly criticized his own supporters for giving their enemies a valid reason to act against them, something they had long hoped for. Opimius, seizing this opportunity, was very pleased and urged the crowd to seek revenge; however, a sudden heavy rain interrupted the events of that day.
Early the next morning, the consul summoned the senate, and whilst he advised with the senators in the senate-house, the corpse of Antyllius was laid upon a bier, and brought through the market-place, being there exposed to open view, just before the senate-house, with a great deal of crying and lamentation. Opimius was not at all ignorant that this was designed to be done; however, he seemed to be surprised, and wondered what the meaning of it should be; the senators, therefore, presently went out to know the occasion of it and, standing about the corpse, uttered exclamations against the inhuman and barbarous act. The people meantime could not but feel resentment and hatred for the senators, remembering how they themselves had not only assassinated Tiberius Gracchus, as he was executing his office in the very capitol, but had also thrown his mangled body into the river; yet now they could honor with their presence and their public lamentations in the forum the corpse of an ordinary hired attendant, (who, though he might perhaps die wrongfully, was, however, in a great measure the occasion of it himself,) by these means hoping to undermine him who was the only remaining defender and safeguard of the people.
Early the next morning, the consul called the senate together, and while he discussed matters with the senators in the senate-house, Antyllius' body was placed on a bier and carried through the marketplace, exposed for all to see, right in front of the senate-house, amid a lot of weeping and mourning. Opimius was well aware that this was planned; however, he acted surprised and wondered what it meant. The senators quickly went out to find out what was happening and, gathering around the body, expressed outrage at this cruel and barbaric act. Meanwhile, the people couldn't help but feel anger and resentment towards the senators, recalling how they had not only murdered Tiberius Gracchus while he was performing his duties in the capitol but had also thrown his mutilated body into the river. Yet now they were willing to publicly mourn the body of a common hired servant (who, although he might have died unjustly, largely contributed to his own fate) in hopes of undermining the one remaining protector of the people.
The senators, after some time, withdrew, and presently ordered that Opimius, the consul, should be invested with extraordinary power to protect the commonwealth and suppress all tyrants. This being decreed, he presently commanded the senators to arm themselves, and the Roman knights to be in readiness very early the next morning, and every one of them to be attended with two servants well armed. Fulvius, on the other side, made his preparations and collected the populace. Caius at that time returning from the market-place, made a stop just before his father’s statue, and fixing his eyes for some time upon it, remained in a deep contemplation; at length he sighed, shed tears, and departed. This made no small impression upon those who saw it, and they began to upbraid themselves, that they should desert and betray so worthy a man as Caius. They therefore went directly to his house, remaining there as a guard about it all night, though in a different manner from those who were a guard to Fulvius; for they passed away the night with shouting and drinking, and Fulvius himself, being the first to get drunk, spoke and acted many things very unbecoming a man of his age and character. On the other side, the party which guarded Caius, were quiet and diligent, relieving one another by turns, and forecasting, as in a public calamity, what the issue of things might be. As soon as daylight appeared, they roused Fulvius, who had not yet slept off the effects of his drinking; and having armed themselves with the weapons hung up in his house, that were formerly taken from the Gauls, whom he conquered in the time of his consulship, they presently, with threats and loud acclamations, made their way towards the Aventine Mount.
The senators eventually left the meeting and quickly decided to grant Opimius, the consul, extraordinary power to protect the republic and eliminate any tyrants. Once this was decided, he ordered the senators to arm themselves and instructed the Roman knights to be ready very early the next morning, each accompanied by two well-armed servants. On the other hand, Fulvius made his own preparations and gathered the populace. When Caius returned from the marketplace, he paused in front of his father's statue, staring at it for a while in deep thought; finally, he sighed, cried, and left. This left a significant impression on those who witnessed it, and they began to regret abandoning and betraying such a worthy man as Caius. They went straight to his house, keeping vigil there all night, but in a different way than the guards for Fulvius; they spent the night shouting and drinking, with Fulvius being the first to get drunk, saying and doing many inappropriate things for his age and character. Meanwhile, the group guarding Caius was calm and focused, taking turns to watch and anticipating what might happen in this troubled situation. As soon as dawn broke, they woke Fulvius, who still hadn’t recovered from his drinking. They armed themselves with weapons stored in his house, which were taken from the Gauls he had defeated during his consulship, and made their way toward the Aventine Mount, shouting and cheering loudly.
Caius could not be persuaded to arm himself, but put on his gown, as if he had been going to the assembly of the people, only with this difference, that under it he had then a short dagger by his side. As he was going out, his wife came running to him at the gate, holding him with one hand, and with her other a young child of his. She thus bespoke him: “Alas, Caius, I do not now part with you to let you address the people, either as a tribune or a lawgiver, nor as if you were going to some honorable war, when though you might perhaps have encountered that fate which all must sometime or other submit to, yet you had left me this mitigation of my sorrow, that my mourning was respected and honored. You go now to expose your person to the murderers of Tiberius, unarmed, indeed, and rightly so, choosing rather to suffer the worst of injuries, than do the least yourself. But even your very death at this time will not be serviceable to the public good. Faction prevails; power and arms are now the only measures of justice. Had your brother fallen before Numantia, the enemy would have given back what then had remained of Tiberius; but such is my hard fate, that I probably must be an humble suppliant to the floods or the waves, that they would somewhere restore to me your relics; for since Tiberius was not spared, what trust can we place either on the laws, or in the gods?” Licinia, thus bewailing, Caius, by degrees getting loose from her embraces, silently withdrew himself, being accompanied by his friends; she, endeavoring to catch him by the gown, fell prostrate upon the earth, lying there for some time speechless. Her servants took her up for dead, and conveyed her to her brother Crassus.
Caius couldn’t be convinced to arm himself, but he put on his gown as if he were going to a public assembly, with one difference: he had a short dagger at his side. As he was leaving, his wife ran to him at the gate, holding onto him with one hand and in the other hand, a young child. She spoke to him, “Oh, Caius, I’m not sending you off to speak to the people as a tribune or a lawmaker, nor as if you were heading into an honorable war. Although you might have faced the kind of fate we all have to face eventually, at least I could have had the small comfort of knowing my mourning would be respected and honored. Now you’re going off to face the murderers of Tiberius, unarmed, and honestly, that’s the right choice, choosing to endure the worst rather than taking any action yourself. But even your death right now wouldn’t serve the public good. Factions are dominating; power and weapons have become the only measures of justice. If your brother had fallen at Numantia, the enemy would have returned what was left of Tiberius. But my hard fate is that I’ll likely have to humbly plead with the floodwaters to return your remains to me; since Tiberius was not spared, what trust can we place in laws or in the gods?” Licinia, mourning like this, watched as Caius gradually pulled away from her embrace, silently walking away with his friends. She tried to grab him by his gown and fell to the ground, laying there for a while without speaking. Her servants thought she was dead and carried her to her brother Crassus.
Fulvius, when the people were gathered together in a full body, by the advice of Caius, sent his youngest son into the market-place, with a herald’s rod in his hand. He, being a very handsome youth, and modestly addressing himself, with tears in his eyes and a becoming bashfulness, offered proposals of agreement to the consul and the whole senate. The greatest part of the assembly were inclinable to accept of the proposals; but Opimius said, that it did not become them to send messengers and capitulate with the senate, but to surrender at discretion to the laws, like loyal citizens, and endeavor to merit their pardon by submission. He commanded the youth not to return, unless they would comply with these conditions. Caius, as it is reported, was very forward to go and clear himself before the senate; but none of his friends consenting to it, Fulvius sent his son a second time to intercede for them, as before. But Opimius, who was resolved that a battle should ensue, caused the youth to be apprehended, and committed into custody; and then, with a company of his foot-soldiers and some Cretan archers, set upon the party under Fulvius. These archers did such execution, and inflicted so many wounds, that a rout and flight quickly ensued. Fulvius fled into an obscure bathing-house; but shortly after being discovered, he and his eldest son were slain together. Caius was not observed to use any violence against anyone; but, extremely disliking all these outrages, retired to Diana’s temple. There he attempted to kill himself, but was hindered by his faithful friends, Pomponius and Licinius, they took his sword away from him, and were very urgent that he would endeavor to make his escape. It is reported, that falling upon his knee and lifting up his hands, he prayed the goddess that the Roman people, as a punishment for their ingratitude and treachery, might always remain in slavery. For as soon as a proclamation was made of a pardon, the greater part openly deserted him.
Fulvius, when the crowd had gathered, with Caius's advice, sent his youngest son into the marketplace, holding a herald's rod. He was a very handsome young man and, speaking modestly with tears in his eyes and a fitting shyness, offered the consul and the entire senate proposals for an agreement. Most of the assembly were inclined to accept the proposals, but Opimius stated that it was inappropriate to send messengers and negotiate with the senate; instead, they should surrender unconditionally to the laws, like loyal citizens, and try to earn their pardon through submission. He ordered the young man not to return unless they would agree to these conditions. Caius was reportedly eager to go and defend himself before the senate, but none of his friends agreed with him, so Fulvius sent his son again to plead for them, just as before. However, Opimius, determined that a battle should happen, had the young man arrested and taken into custody; then, with a group of foot soldiers and some Cretan archers, he attacked Fulvius's party. The archers caused such destruction and inflicted so many wounds that a rout and flight quickly followed. Fulvius fled to a hidden bathhouse, but shortly after, he was discovered, and he and his eldest son were killed together. Caius did not seem to be violent toward anyone; however, strongly disliking all the chaos, he retreated to Diana's temple. There, he tried to kill himself but was stopped by his loyal friends, Pomponius and Licinius, who took his sword away and urged him to escape. It is said that, falling to his knees and raising his hands, he prayed to the goddess that the Roman people, as punishment for their ingratitude and treachery, would always remain in slavery. As soon as a proclamation of pardon was made, most people openly abandoned him.
Caius, therefore, endeavored now to make his escape, but was pursued so close by his enemies, as far as the wooden bridge, that from thence he narrowly escaped. There his two trusty friends begged of him to preserve his own person by flight, whilst they in the meantime would keep their post, and maintain the passage; neither could their enemies, until they were both slain, pass the bridge. Caius had no other companion in his flight but one Philocrates, a servant of his. As he ran along, everybody encouraged him, and wished him success, as standers-by may do to those who are engaged in a race, but nobody either lent him any assistance, or would furnish him with a horse, though he asked for one; for his enemies had gained ground, and got very near him. However, he had still time enough to hide himself in a little grove, consecrated to the Furies. In that place, his servant Philocrates having first slain him, presently afterwards killed himself also, and fell dead upon his master. Though some affirm it for a truth, that they were both taken alive by their enemies, and that Philocrates embraced his master so close, that they could not wound Caius until his servant was slain.
Caius, therefore, tried to escape, but was pursued so closely by his enemies that he narrowly got away from the wooden bridge. There, his two loyal friends urged him to save himself by fleeing while they held their ground and guarded the passage; their enemies couldn’t cross the bridge until both were killed. Caius had only one companion in his escape, a servant named Philocrates. As he ran, everyone encouraged him and wished him well, like bystanders do to those in a race, but no one helped him or offered him a horse, even though he asked for one; his enemies were closing in. Still, he managed to find enough time to hide in a small grove dedicated to the Furies. In that spot, his servant Philocrates killed him first and then quickly took his own life, falling dead on top of his master. Although some claim it's true that both were captured alive by their enemies and that Philocrates held his master so tightly that they couldn't hurt Caius until his servant was dead.
They say that when Caius’s head was cut off, and carried away by one of his murderers, Septimuleius, Opimius’s friend met him, and forced it from him; because, before the battle began, they had made proclamation, that whoever should bring the head either of Caius or Fulvius, should, as a reward, receive its weight in gold. Septimuleius, therefore, having fixed Caius’s head upon the top of his spear, came and presented it to Opimius. They presently brought the scales, and it was found to weigh above seventeen pounds. But in this affair, Septimuleius gave as great signs of his knavery, as he had done before of his cruelty; for having taken out the brains, he had filled the skull with lead. There were others who brought the head of Fulvius too, but, being mean, inconsiderable persons, were turned away without the promised reward. The bodies of these two persons, as well as of the rest who were slain, to the number of three thousand men, were all thrown into the river; their goods were confiscated, and their widows forbidden to put themselves into mourning. They dealt even more severely with Licinia, Caius’s wife, and deprived her even of her jointure; and as an addition still to all their inhumanity, they barbarously murdered Fulvius’s youngest son; his only crime being, not that he took up arms against them, or that he was present in the battle, but merely that he had come with articles of agreement; for this he was first imprisoned, then slain.
They say that when Caius was beheaded and his head was taken by one of his killers, Septimuleius, a friend of Opimius encountered him and forced him to give it up. This was because, before the battle started, they announced that anyone who brought the head of either Caius or Fulvius would receive a reward equal to its weight in gold. Therefore, Septimuleius, after mounting Caius's head on the top of his spear, presented it to Opimius. They quickly brought out the scales, and it weighed more than seventeen pounds. However, in this act, Septimuleius displayed as much trickery as he had previously shown cruelty, as he had removed the brains and filled the skull with lead. Others brought in Fulvius's head too, but they were dismissed without the promised reward because they were insignificant. The bodies of these two men, along with the other three thousand who were killed, were all dumped into the river; their possessions were seized, and their widows were forbidden from mourning. They were even harsher with Licinia, Caius’s wife, stripping her of her jointure, and, as a further act of brutality, they brutally murdered Fulvius’s youngest son. His only offense was not that he fought against them or was present in the battle, but simply that he had come with terms of agreement; for this, he was first imprisoned and then killed.
But that which angered the common people beyond all these things was, because at this time, in memory of his success, Opimius built the temple of Concord, as if he gloried and triumphed in the slaughter of so many citizens. Somebody in the night time, under the inscription of the temple, added this verse:—
But what really angered the common people more than anything else was that at this time, to commemorate his victory, Opimius built the temple of Concord, as if he took pride and celebrated the killing of so many citizens. Someone during the night added this verse under the temple's inscription:—
Folly and Discord Concord’s temple built.
Folly and Discord built the temple of Concord.
Yet this Opimius, the first who, being consul, presumed to usurp the power of a dictator, condemning, without any trial, with three thousand other citizens, Caius Gracchus and Fulvius Flaccus, one of whom had triumphed, and been consul, the other far excelled all his contemporaries in virtue and honor, afterwards was found incapable of keeping his hands from thieving; and when he was sent ambassador to Jugurtha, king of Numidia, he was there corrupted by presents, and at his return being shamefully convicted of it, lost all his honors, and grew old amidst the hatred and the insults of the people, who, though humbled, and affrighted at the time, did not fail before long to let everybody see what respect and veneration they had for the memory of the Gracchi. They ordered their statues to be made and set up in public view; they consecrated the places where they were slain, and thither brought the first-fruits of everything, according to the season of the year, to make their offerings. Many came likewise thither to their devotions, and daily worshipped there, as at the temples of the gods.
Yet this Opimius, the first consul to overstep and take on dictator powers, condemned Caius Gracchus and Fulvius Flaccus, along with three thousand other citizens, without any trial. One of them had triumphed and served as consul, while the other was greatly admired for his virtue and honor. Later, he was found unable to resist stealing; when he was sent as an ambassador to Jugurtha, the king of Numidia, he was bribed with gifts. Upon his return, he was exposed and shamed for it, losing all his titles, and he grew old amid the people's hatred and mockery. Even though they were subdued and scared at the time, they soon showed how much respect and admiration they had for the legacy of the Gracchi. They ordered statues to be made and displayed publicly, consecrated the sites where they were killed, and brought offerings of the first fruits of the season to those places. Many also came there to worship daily, treating it like a temple of the gods.
It is reported, that as Cornelia, their mother, bore the loss of her two sons with a noble and undaunted spirit, so, in reference to the holy places in which they were slain, she said, their dead bodies were well worthy of such sepulchres. She removed afterwards, and dwelt near the place called Misenum, not at all altering her former way of living. She had many friends, and hospitably received many strangers at her house; many Greeks and learned men were continually about her; nor was there any foreign prince but received gifts from her and presented her again. Those who were conversant with her, were much interested, when she pleased to entertain them with her recollections of her father Scipio Africanus, and of his habits and way of living. But it was most admirable to hear her make mention of her sons, without any tears or sign of grief, and give the full account of all their deeds and misfortunes, as if she had been relating the history of some ancient heroes. This made some imagine, that age, or the greatness of her afflictions, had made her senseless and devoid of natural feelings. But they who so thought, were themselves more truly insensible, not to see how much a noble nature and education avail to conquer any affliction; and though fortune may often be more successful, and may defeat the efforts of virtue to avert misfortunes, it cannot, when we incur them, prevent our bearing them reasonably.
It's said that Cornelia, their mother, handled the loss of her two sons with a noble and fearless spirit. When it came to the holy places where they were killed, she remarked that their bodies deserved such honorable tombs. She later moved to a place called Misenum, not changing her previous lifestyle at all. She had many friends and warmly welcomed numerous strangers into her home; many Greeks and educated people frequently visited her. No foreign prince left her empty-handed, and she always gave gifts in return. Those who spent time with her were deeply engaged when she shared her memories of her father, Scipio Africanus, and his way of life. However, it was most remarkable to hear her speak of her sons without tears or signs of sorrow, recounting all their deeds and struggles as if she were narrating the saga of some ancient heroes. This led some to think that age, or the weight of her losses, had made her numb and emotionless. But those who believed this were truly insensitive, failing to recognize how a noble character and upbringing can help conquer any hardship. Although fortune may often triumph and thwart virtue's attempts to prevent misfortune, it cannot stop us from handling those misfortunes with reason when they occur.
COMPARISON OF TIBERIUS AND CAIUS GRACCHUS WITH AGIS AND CLEOMENES
Having given an account severally of these persons, it remains only that we should take a view of them in comparison with one another.
Having described these individuals multiple times, we just need to look at them in comparison to each other.
As for the Gracchi, the greatest detractors and their worst enemies could not but allow, that they had a genius to virtue beyond all other Romans, which was improved also by a generous education. Agis and Cleomenes may be supposed to have had stronger natural gifts, since, though they wanted all the advantages of good education, and were bred up in those very customs, manners, and habits of living, which had for a long time corrupted others, yet they were public examples of temperance and frugality. Besides, the Gracchi, happening to live when Rome had her greatest repute for honor and virtuous actions, might justly have been ashamed, if they had not also left to the next generation the noble inheritance of the virtues of their ancestors. Whereas the other two had parents of different morals; and though they found their country in a sinking condition, and debauched, yet that did not quench their forward zeal to what was just and honorable.
As for the Gracchi, even their biggest critics and enemies had to admit that they possessed a level of virtue unmatched by any other Romans, which was further enhanced by their impressive upbringing. Agis and Cleomenes may have had stronger natural abilities, since they lacked a quality education and were raised in the same corrupt customs, manners, and lifestyles that had long affected others. Still, they stood out as public examples of self-control and simplicity. Furthermore, the Gracchi lived during a time when Rome was most esteemed for its honor and virtuous deeds, so they would have rightly felt ashamed if they hadn’t also passed down the admirable qualities of their ancestors to the next generation. In contrast, the other two had parents with different values; even though they saw their country in decline and morally compromised, it didn’t dampen their passionate commitment to what was fair and honorable.
The integrity of the two Romans, and their superiority to money, was chiefly remarkable in this; that in office and the administration of public affairs, they kept themselves from the imputation of unjust gain; whereas Agis might justly be offended, if he had only that mean commendation given him, that he took nothing wrongfully from any man, seeing he distributed his own fortunes, which, in ready money only, amounted to the value of six hundred talents, amongst his fellow-citizens. Extortion would have appeared a crime of a strange nature to him, who esteemed it a piece of covetousness to possess, though never so justly gotten, greater riches than his neighbors.
The integrity of the two Romans, along with their disdain for money, was particularly impressive in that, while holding public office and managing affairs, they avoided any accusation of unjust gain. In contrast, Agis might rightly feel insulted if the best thing people could say about him was that he didn’t wrongfully take anything from anyone, especially since he shared his own wealth, which in cash alone was worth six hundred talents, with his fellow citizens. Extortion would have seemed like an odd crime to someone like him, who viewed it as greed to have greater wealth than his neighbors, even if it was earned fairly.
Their political actions, also, and the state revolutions they attempted, were very different in magnitude. The chief things in general that the two Romans commonly aimed at, were the settlement of cities and mending of highways; and, in particular, the boldest design which Tiberius is famed for, was the recovery of the public lands; and Caius gained his greatest reputation by the addition, for the exercise of judicial powers, of three hundred of the order of knights to the same number of senators. Whereas the alteration which Agis and Cleomenes made, was in a quite different kind. They did not set about removing partial evils and curing petty incidents of disease, which would have been (as Plato says), like cutting off one of the Hydra’s heads, the very means to increase the number; but they instituted a thorough reformation, such as would free the country at once from all its grievances, or rather, to speak more truly, they reversed that former change which had been the cause of all their calamities, and so restored their city to its ancient state.
Their political actions and the revolutions they tried were very different in scale. Generally, the main goals that the two Romans focused on were settling cities and fixing roads; specifically, Tiberius is well-known for his bold plan to reclaim public lands, while Caius earned his biggest reputation by adding three hundred knights to the same number of senators for judicial functions. In contrast, the changes made by Agis and Cleomenes were of a different nature. They didn't just try to tackle minor issues or symptoms of problems, which would have been like cutting off one of the Hydra's heads—only increasing the number of problems as Plato suggests. Instead, they initiated a complete reform intended to free the country from all its grievances at once, or more accurately, they reversed the previous changes that had caused all their disasters, thereby restoring their city to its former state.
However, this must be confessed in the behalf of the Gracchi, that their undertakings were always opposed by men of the greatest influence. On the other side, those things which were first attempted by Agis, and afterwards consummated by Cleomenes, were supported by the great and glorious precedent of those ancient laws concerning frugality and leveling which they had themselves received upon the authority of Lycurgus, and he had instituted on that of Apollo. It is also further observable, that from the actions of the Gracchi, Rome received no additions to her former greatness; whereas, under the conduct of Cleomenes, Greece presently saw Sparta exert her sovereign power over all Peloponnesus, and contest the supreme command with the most powerful princes of the time; success in which would have freed Greece from Illyrian and Gaulish violence, and placed her once again under the orderly rule of the sons of Hercules.
However, it must be admitted on behalf of the Gracchi that their efforts were constantly opposed by the most influential people. In contrast, the initiatives first attempted by Agis and later completed by Cleomenes were backed by the strong and admirable tradition of ancient laws promoting frugality and equality, which they had derived from the authority of Lycurgus, who had established them based on the guidance of Apollo. It is also worth noting that Rome gained nothing from the actions of the Gracchi, while under Cleomenes' leadership, Greece quickly saw Sparta assert its power over all of Peloponnesus and challenge the top command against the most powerful leaders of the time. Success in this endeavor would have liberated Greece from Illyrian and Gallic aggression and restored it under the orderly governance of the descendants of Hercules.
From the circumstances of their deaths, also, we may infer some difference in the quality of their courage. The Gracchi, fighting with their fellow-citizens, were both slain, as they endeavored to make their escape; Agis willingly submitted to his fate, rather than any citizen should be in danger of his life. Cleomenes, being shamefully and unjustly treated, made an effort toward revenge, but failing of that, generously fell by his own hand.
From the circumstances of their deaths, we can also see some differences in their courage. The Gracchi, fighting against their fellow citizens, were both killed while trying to escape. Agis willingly accepted his fate so that no citizen would be at risk of losing their life. Cleomenes, after being treated shamefully and unjustly, tried to get revenge, but when that failed, he courageously took his own life.
On the other side it must be said, that Agis never did a great action worthy a commander, being prevented by an untimely death. And as for those heroic actions of Cleomenes, we may justly compare with them that of Tiberius, when he was the first who attempted to scale the walls of Carthage, which was no mean exploit. We may add the peace which he concluded with the Numantines, by which he saved the lives of twenty thousand Romans, who otherwise had certainly been cut off. And Caius, not only at home, but in war in Sardinia, displayed distinguished courage. So that their early actions were no small argument, that afterwards they might have rivaled the best of the Roman commanders, if they had not died so young.
On the other hand, it should be noted that Agis never accomplished a significant action worthy of a commander because he was cut short by an untimely death. As for the heroic deeds of Cleomenes, we can fairly compare them to those of Tiberius, who was the first to try to scale the walls of Carthage, which was no small feat. Additionally, he negotiated peace with the Numantines, saving the lives of twenty thousand Romans who would otherwise have been killed. Caius, both at home and during the war in Sardinia, showed remarkable bravery. Their early actions clearly suggest that they could have rivaled the greatest of the Roman commanders if they hadn’t died so young.
In civil life, Agis showed a lack of determination; he let himself be baffled by the craft of Agesilaus; disappointed the expectations of the citizens as to the division of the lands, and generally left all the designs which he had deliberately formed and publicly announced, unperformed and unfulfilled, through a young man’s want of resolution. Cleomenes, on the other hand, proceeded to effect the revolution with only too much boldness and violence, and unjustly slew the Ephors, whom he might, by superiority in arms, have gained over to his party, or else might easily have banished, as he did several others of the city. For to use the knife, unless in the extremest necessity, is neither good surgery nor wise policy, but in both cases mere unskillfulness; and in the latter, unjust as well as unfeeling. Of the Gracchi, neither the one nor the other was the first to shed the blood of his fellow-citizens; and Caius is reported to have avoided all manner of resistance, even when his life was aimed at, showing himself always valiant against a foreign enemy, but wholly inactive in a sedition. This was the reason that he went from his own house unarmed, and withdrew when the battle began, and in all respects showed himself anxious rather not to do any harm to others, than not to suffer any himself. Even the very flight of the Gracchi must not be looked upon as an argument of their mean spirit, but an honorable retreat from endangering of others. For if they had stayed, they must either have yielded to those who assailed them, or else have fought them in their own defense.
In everyday life, Agis lacked determination; he allowed himself to be confused by Agesilaus’s tactics, disappointed the citizens’ expectations regarding land distribution, and generally left all the plans he had carefully crafted and publicly shared unexecuted and unfulfilled due to a young man's indecisiveness. Cleomenes, on the other hand, went about making the change with too much boldness and aggression, unjustly killing the Ephors, whom he could have persuaded to join his cause through military superiority or easily banished, as he did with several others in the city. Using violence, unless absolutely necessary, is neither good strategy nor wise policy, but simply reflects a lack of skill; and in the latter case, it's both unjust and callous. Of the Gracchi, neither was the first to spill the blood of their fellow citizens; Caius is said to have avoided all forms of resistance, even when his life was threatened, always demonstrating bravery against foreign enemies while remaining completely passive during a domestic uprising. This is why he left his home unarmed and backed away when the fight began, consistently showing more concern for not harming others than for avoiding harm to himself. Even the flight of the Gracchi shouldn't be seen as a sign of cowardice, but rather as a noble retreat to prevent putting others in danger. If they had remained, they would either have had to surrender to their attackers or fight back in self-defense.
The greatest crime that can be laid to Tiberius’s charge, was the deposing of his fellow tribune, and seeking afterwards a second tribuneship for himself. As for the death of Antyllius, it is falsely and unjustly attributed to Caius, for he was slain unknown to him, and much to his grief. On the contrary, Cleomenes (not to mention the murder of the Ephors) set all the slaves at liberty, and governed by himself alone in reality, having a partner only for show; having made choice of his brother Euclidas, who was one of the same family. He prevailed upon Archidamus, who was the right heir to the kingdom of the other line, to venture to return home from Messene; but after his being slain, by not doing anything to revenge his death, confirmed the suspicion that he was privy to it himself. Lycurgus, whose example he professed to imitate, after he had voluntarily settled his kingdom upon Charillus, his brother’s son, fearing lest, if the youth should chance to die by accident, he might be suspected for it, traveled a long time, and would not return again to Sparta until Charillus had a son, and an heir to his kingdom. But we have indeed no other Grecian who is worthy to be compared with Lycurgus, and it is clear enough that in the public measures of Cleomenes various acts of considerable audacity and lawlessness may be found.
The biggest crime attributed to Tiberius was when he removed his fellow tribune and later sought a second tribuneship for himself. The death of Antyllius is wrongly and unfairly blamed on Caius, as he was killed without Caius’s knowledge and it deeply troubled him. In contrast, Cleomenes (not to mention the murder of the Ephors) freed all the slaves and effectively ruled by himself, having only a partner for appearances; he chose his brother Euclidas, who was from the same family. He convinced Archidamus, the rightful heir from the other line, to return home from Messene; but after Archidamus was killed and Cleomenes did nothing to avenge his death, it raised suspicions that he was involved in it. Lycurgus, whom Cleomenes claimed to emulate, voluntarily passed his kingdom to Charillus, his brother's son, and fearing that if the young man accidentally died, he might be suspected, he traveled for a long time and refused to return to Sparta until Charillus had a son and heir. However, there is truly no Greek comparable to Lycurgus, and it is clear that Cleomenes's public actions include various bold and lawless acts.
Those, therefore, who incline to blame their characters, may observe, that the two Grecians were disturbers even from their youth, lovers of contest, and aspirants to despotic power; that Tiberius and Caius by nature had an excessive desire after glory and honors. Beyond this, their enemies could find nothing to bring against them; but as soon as the contention began with their adversaries, their heat and passions would so far prevail beyond their natural temper, that by them, as by ill winds, they were driven afterwards to all their rash undertakings. What could be more just and honorable than their first design, had not the power and the faction of the rich, by endeavoring to abrogate that law, engaged them both in those fatal quarrels, the one, for his own preservation, the other, to revenge his brother’s death, who was murdered without any law or justice?
Those who tend to blame their character should notice that the two Greek leaders were troublemakers from a young age, competitive, and seekers of absolute power. Tiberius and Caius naturally had an excessive desire for glory and recognition. Beyond that, their enemies couldn’t find anything else to use against them; however, once the conflict started with their rivals, their anger and emotions would overtake their usual temperament, leading them, like strong winds, into all their reckless actions. What could have been more just and honorable than their initial plan, if not for the power and influence of the wealthy, who, by trying to overturn that law, pulled them both into those disastrous conflicts—one fighting for his own survival and the other seeking revenge for his brother’s death, which was carried out without any justice?
From the account, therefore, which has been given, you yourself may perceive the difference; which if it were to be pronounced of every one singly, I should affirm Tiberius to have excelled them all in virtue; that young Agis had been guilty of the fewest misdeeds; and that in action and boldness Caius came far short of Cleomenes.
From the account provided, you can see the difference for yourself. If I were to discuss each person individually, I would say that Tiberius stood out above them all in virtue; that young Agis committed the fewest wrongdoings; and that in terms of action and boldness, Caius fell far behind Cleomenes.
DEMOSTHENES
Whoever it was, Sosius, that wrote the poem in honor of Alcibiades, upon his winning the chariot race at the Olympian Games, whether it were Euripides, as is most commonly thought, or some other person, he tells us, that to a man’s being happy it is in the first place requisite he should be born in “some famous city.” But for him that would attain to true happiness, which for the most part is placed in the qualities and disposition of the mind, it is, in my opinion, of no other disadvantage to be of a mean, obscure country, than to be born of a small or plain-looking woman. For it were ridiculous to think that Iulis, a little part of Ceos, which itself is no great island, and Aegina, which an Athenian once said ought to be removed, like a small eye-sore, from the port of Piraeus, should breed good actors and poets, and yet should never be able to produce a just, temperate, wise, and high-minded man. Other arts, whose end it is to acquire riches or honor, are likely enough to wither and decay in poor and undistinguished towns; but virtue, like a strong and durable plant, may take root and thrive in any place where it can lay hold of an ingenuous nature, and a mind that is industrious. I, for my part, shall desire that for any deficiency of mine in right judgment or action, I myself may be, as in fairness, held accountable, and shall not attribute it to the obscurity of my birthplace.
Whoever it was, Sosius, that wrote the poem celebrating Alcibiades for winning the chariot race at the Olympic Games, whether it was Euripides, as most people think, or someone else, he suggests that for a person to be happy, it's essential to be born in “some famous city.” However, for someone to achieve true happiness, which mainly comes from the qualities and mindset, I believe it’s no greater disadvantage to come from an ordinary, unknown place than to be born to a small or unremarkable-looking woman. It would be ridiculous to think that Iulis, a tiny part of Ceos, which itself isn’t a large island, and Aegina, which an Athenian once suggested should be removed like a small eyesore from the port of Piraeus, could produce good actors and poets but never a just, wise, or noble man. Other arts, aimed at acquiring wealth or fame, may likely fade away in poor and unremarkable towns; but virtue, like a strong and resilient plant, can take root and flourish anywhere it finds an intelligent and hardworking mind. Personally, I would want to be held accountable for any shortcomings in my judgment or actions, and I won’t blame it on the obscurity of where I was born.
But if any man undertake to write a history, that has to be collected from materials gathered by observation and the reading of works not easy to be got in all places, nor written always in his own language, but many of them foreign and dispersed in other hands, for him, undoubtedly, it is in the first place and above all things most necessary, to reside in some city of good note, addicted to liberal arts, and populous; where he may have plenty of all sorts of books, and upon inquiry may hear and inform himself of such particulars as, having escaped the pens of writers, are more faithfully preserved in the memories of men, lest his work be deficient in many things, even those which it can least dispense with.
But if someone decides to write a history based on information collected through observation and reading works that aren't easy to find everywhere, and which are often not written in their own language but are instead foreign and scattered among other people, then it’s essential for them, first and foremost, to live in a well-known city that’s dedicated to the arts and has a lot of people. There, they can access a wide variety of books and, by asking around, gather detailed information that may have been overlooked by writers but is remembered more faithfully by people. This way, their work won’t miss important details, especially those that it can’t afford to overlook.
But for me, I live in a little town, where I am willing to continue, lest it should grow less; and having had no leisure, while I was in Rome and other parts of Italy, to exercise myself in the Roman language, on account of public business and of those who came to be instructed by me in philosophy, it was very late, and in the decline of my age, before I applied myself to the reading of Latin authors. Upon which that which happened to me, may seem strange, though it be true; for it was not so much by the knowledge of words, that I came to the understanding of things, as by my experience of things I was enabled to follow the meaning of words. But to appreciate the graceful and ready pronunciation of the Roman tongue, to understand the various figures and connection of words, and such other ornaments, in which the beauty of speaking consists, is, I doubt not, an admirable and delightful accomplishment; but it requires a degree of practice and study, which is not easy, and will better suit those who have more leisure, and time enough yet before them for the occupation.
But for me, I live in a small town where I’m happy to stay, so it doesn’t become even smaller. I couldn’t find time while I was in Rome and other parts of Italy to practice the Roman language because of my public duties and the people coming to learn philosophy from me. It wasn’t until later in life that I started reading Latin authors. What happened to me may seem strange, but it’s true; I didn’t understand things just by knowing the words, but rather my experiences helped me grasp the meanings of the words. While appreciating the elegant and smooth pronunciation of the Roman language and understanding the different figures of speech and word connections is undoubtedly a wonderful and enjoyable skill, it takes a level of practice and study that isn’t easy. It’s better suited for those who have more free time and plenty of opportunities to focus on it.
And so in this fifth book of my Parallel Lives, in giving an account of Demosthenes and Cicero, my comparison of their natural dispositions and their characters will be formed upon their actions and their lives as statesmen, and I shall not pretend to criticize their orations one against the other, to show which of the two was the more charming or the more powerful speaker. For there, as Ion says,
And so in this fifth book of my Parallel Lives, as I discuss Demosthenes and Cicero, my comparison of their personalities and characters will be based on their actions and lives as statesmen. I won’t try to judge their speeches against each other to determine which of the two was the more appealing or more powerful speaker. For there, as Ion says,
We are but like a fish upon dry land;
We are just like a fish out of water;
a proverb which Caecilius perhaps forgot, when he employed his always adventurous talents in so ambitious an attempt as a comparison of Demosthenes and Cicero: and, possibly, if it were a thing obvious and easy for every man to know himself, the precept had not passed for an oracle.
a proverb that Caecilius might have overlooked when he used his always adventurous skills in the ambitious task of comparing Demosthenes and Cicero: and, probably, if it were something obvious and easy for everyone to understand themselves, the saying wouldn't have been treated like an oracle.
The divine power seems originally to have designed Demosthenes and Cicero upon the same plan, giving them many similarities in their natural characters, as their passion for distinction and their love of liberty in civil life, and their want of courage in dangers and war, and at the same time also to have added many accidental resemblances. I think there can hardly be found two other orators, who, from small and obscure beginnings, became so great and mighty; who both contested with kings and tyrants; both lost their daughters, were driven out of their country, and returned with honor; who, flying from thence again, were both seized upon by their enemies, and at last ended their lives with the liberty of their countrymen. So that if we were to suppose there had been a trial of skill between nature and fortune, as there is sometimes between artists, it would be hard to judge, whether that succeeded best in making them alike in their dispositions and manners, or this, in the coincidences of their lives. We will speak of the eldest first.
The divine power seems to have originally designed Demosthenes and Cicero based on the same principles, giving them many similarities in their natural traits, such as their passion for distinction, their love of freedom in civil life, their lack of courage in danger and war, and also adding many coincidental resemblances. It's hard to find two other orators who, starting from small and obscure beginnings, became so great and powerful; who both stood up to kings and tyrants; both lost their daughters, were exiled from their countries, and returned with honor; who, fleeing again, were both captured by their enemies, and ultimately ended their lives with the freedom of their fellow countrymen. So if we were to imagine a competition between nature and fortune, like we sometimes see between artists, it would be difficult to determine whether nature did a better job of making them similar in their characters and behaviors, or fortune in the coincidences of their lives. Let's talk about the eldest first.
Demosthenes, the father of Demosthenes, was a citizen of good rank and quality, as Theopompus informs us, surnamed the Sword-maker, because he had a large workhouse, and kept servants skillful in that art at work. But of that which Aeschines, the orator, said of his mother, that she was descended of one Gylon, who fled his country upon an accusation of treason, and of a barbarian woman, I can affirm nothing, whether he spoke true, or slandered and maligned her. This is certain, that Demosthenes, being as yet but seven years old, was left by his father in affluent circumstances, the whole value of his estate being little short of fifteen talents, and that he was wronged by his guardians, part of his fortune being embezzled by them, and the rest neglected; insomuch that even his teachers were defrauded of their salaries. This was the reason that he did not obtain the liberal education that he should have had; besides that on account of weakness and delicate health, his mother would not let him exert himself, and his teachers forbore to urge him. He was meager and sickly from the first, and hence had his nickname of Batalus, given him, it is said, by the boys, in derision of his appearance; Batalus being, as some tell us, a certain enervated flute-player, in ridicule of whom Antiphanes wrote a play. Others speak of Batalus as a writer of wanton verses and drinking songs. And it would seem that some part of the body, not decent to be named, was at that time called batalus by the Athenians. But the name of Argas, which also they say was a nickname of Demosthenes, was given him for his behavior, as being savage and spiteful, argas being one of the poetical words for a snake; or for his disagreeable way of speaking, Argas being the name of a poet, who composed very harshly and disagreeably. So much, as Plato says, for such matters.
Demosthenes, the father of Demosthenes, was a man of good status and reputation, as Theopompus tells us, nicknamed the Sword-maker because he owned a large workshop and employed skilled craftsmen. However, regarding what Aeschines, the orator, claimed about his mother being descended from a certain Gylon, who fled his homeland due to treason accusations, and a foreign woman, I can't confirm if he was telling the truth or just slandering her. What is certain is that when Demosthenes was only seven years old, his father left him in a well-off situation, with his estate valued at nearly fifteen talents. Unfortunately, he was taken advantage of by his guardians, who embezzled some of his wealth and neglected the rest, to the point that even his teachers were not paid. This is why he didn’t get the proper education he deserved; moreover, due to his frail health, his mother didn't allow him to exert himself, and his teachers didn’t push him either. From the start, he was thin and sickly, which earned him the nickname Batalus, reportedly given by the other boys in mockery of his appearance; Batalus is said to refer to a weak flute-player, ridiculed in a play by Antiphanes. Others describe Batalus as a writer of lewd verses and drinking songs. It seems that there was also a part of the body, not suitable for mention, that was called batalus by the Athenians at that time. The name Argas, which some also say was a nickname for Demosthenes, was given to him because of his behavior, being fierce and spiteful, as argas is a poetic term for a snake; or it could reference his unpleasant speaking style, as Argas was the name of a poet known for his harsh and unpleasant writing. So much for such matters, as Plato says.
The first occasion of his eager inclination to oratory they say, was this. Callistratus, the orator, being to plead in open court for Oropus, the expectation of the issue of that cause was very great, as well for the ability of the orator, who was then at the height of his reputation, as also for the fame of the action itself. Therefore, Demosthenes, having heard the tutors and schoolmasters agreeing among themselves to be present at this trial, with much importunity persuades his tutor to take him along with him to the hearing; who, having some acquaintance with the doorkeepers, procured a place where the boy might sit unseen, and hear what was said. Callistratus having got the day, and being much admired, the boy began to look upon his glory with a kind of emulation, observing how he was courted on all hands, and attended on his way by the multitude; but his wonder was more than all excited by the power of his eloquence, which seemed able to subdue and win over anything. From this time, therefore, bidding farewell to other sorts of learning and study, he now began to exercise himself, and to take pains in declaiming, as one that meant to be himself also an orator. He made use of Isaeus as his guide to the art of speaking, though Isocrates at that time was giving lessons; whether, as some say, because he was an orphan, and was not able to pay Isocrates his appointed fee of ten minae, or because he preferred Isaeus’s speaking, as being more business-like and effective in actual use. Hermippus says, that he met with certain memoirs without any author’s name, in which it was written that Demosthenes was a scholar to Plato, and learnt much of his eloquence from him; and he also mentions Ctesibius, as reporting from Callias of Syracuse and some others, that Demosthenes secretly obtained a knowledge of the systems of Isocrates and Alcidamas, and mastered them thoroughly.
The first time he showed a strong interest in speaking publicly was this. Callistratus, the orator, was set to argue in open court for Oropus, and the anticipation surrounding the case was huge, both because of the orator's exceptional talent and the significance of the case itself. So, Demosthenes, having heard the teachers and mentors planning to attend this trial, passionately convinced his tutor to take him along. His tutor, knowing some of the doorkeepers, managed to find a spot where the boy could sit unnoticed and hear everything. Callistratus won the day and received a lot of admiration, which made the boy start to look at his success with envy, noticing how he was celebrated by everyone and followed by a crowd. But what amazed him the most was Callistratus's command of language, which seemed capable of captivating and persuading anyone. From that point on, he decided to abandon other forms of learning and began to practice and work hard on his speaking, aiming to become an orator himself. He chose Isaeus as his mentor for the art of speaking, even though Isocrates was giving lessons at that time; some say it was because he was an orphan and couldn’t afford Isocrates's fee of ten minae, or perhaps because he preferred Isaeus’s style, which was more practical and effective in real situations. Hermippus notes that he found some writings without an author’s name stating that Demosthenes was a student of Plato and learned a lot about eloquence from him. He also mentions Ctesibius reporting from Callias of Syracuse and others that Demosthenes secretly learned the systems of Isocrates and Alcidamas and mastered them completely.
As soon, therefore, as he was grown up to man’s estate, he began to go to law with his guardians, and to write orations against them; who, in the meantime, had recourse to various subterfuges and pleas for new trials, and Demosthenes, though he was thus, as Thucydides says, taught his business in dangers, and by his own exertions was successful in his suit, was yet unable for all this to recover so much as a small fraction of his patrimony. He only attained some degree of confidence in speaking, and some competent experience in it. And having got a taste of the honor and power which are acquired by pleadings, he now ventured to come forth, and to undertake public business. And, as it is said of Laomedon, the Orchomenian, that by advice of his physician, he used to run long distances to keep off some disease of his spleen, and by that means having, through labor and exercise, framed the habit of his body, he betook himself to the great garland games, and became one of the best runners at the long race; so it happened to Demosthenes, who, first venturing upon oratory for the recovery of his own private property, by this acquired ability in speaking, and at length, in public business, as it were in the great games, came to have the preeminence of all competitors in the assembly. But when he first addressed himself to the people, he met with great discouragements, and was derided for his strange and uncouth style, which was cumbered with long sentences and tortured with formal arguments to a most harsh and disagreeable excess. Besides, he had, it seems, a weakness in his voice, a perplexed and indistinct utterance and a shortness of breath, which, by breaking and disjointing his sentences much obscured the sense and meaning of what he spoke. So that in the end, being quite disheartened, he forsook the assembly; and as he was walking carelessly and sauntering about the Piraeus, Eunomus, the Thriasian, then a very old man, seeing him, upbraided him, saying that his diction was very much like that of Pericles, and that he was wanting to himself through cowardice and meanness of spirit, neither bearing up with courage against popular outcry, nor fitting his body for action, but suffering it to languish through mere sloth and negligence.
As soon as he grew up, he started legal battles with his guardians and delivered speeches against them. Meanwhile, they tried various tricks and asked for new trials, and although Demosthenes learned the ropes through these challenges and successfully fought his case with his own efforts, he still couldn’t recover even a small portion of his inheritance. He did gain some confidence in speaking and became somewhat skilled at it. Tasting the honor and power that come from legal advocacy, he decided to step up and engage in public affairs. Just like Laomedon from Orchomenos, who, following his doctor’s advice, ran long distances to prevent an illness, and through hard work and exercise built up his body to excel in long-distance races, Demosthenes first entered oratory to reclaim his property. This led him to develop his speaking abilities, eventually making him stand out among competitors in public matters, much like in major athletic games. However, when he first spoke to the public, he faced significant discouragement and was mocked for his unusual and awkward style, which was filled with overly long sentences and complicated arguments to an extreme degree. Moreover, he seemed to struggle with his voice, often stumbling over words and lacking breath control, which muddled his message. Eventually, feeling completely defeated, he left the assembly. While he was wandering aimlessly around Piraeus, an elderly man named Eunomus, who was from Thriasus, saw him and scolded him, saying that his speech resembled Pericles' but that he was holding himself back out of fear and a lack of spirit, neither standing up to public criticism nor preparing himself for action, but letting himself weaken through sheer laziness and neglect.
Another time, when the assembly had refused to hear him, and he was going home with his head muffled up, taking it very heavily, they relate that Satyrus, the actor, followed him, and being his familiar acquaintance, entered into conversation with him. To whom, when Demosthenes bemoaned himself, that having been the most industrious of all the pleaders, and having almost spent the whole strength and vigor of his body in that employment, he could not yet find any acceptance with the people, that drunken sots, mariners, and illiterate fellows were heard, and had the hustings for their own, while he himself was despised, “You say true, Demosthenes,” replied Satyrus, “but I will quickly remedy the cause of all this, if you will repeat to me some passage out of Euripides or Sophocles.” Which when Demosthenes had pronounced, Satyrus presently taking it up after him gave the same passage, in his rendering of it, such a new form, by accompanying it with the proper mien and gesture, that to Demosthenes it seemed quite another thing. By this being convinced how much grace and ornament language acquires from action, he began to esteem it a small matter, and as good as nothing for a man to exercise himself in declaiming, if he neglected enunciation and delivery. Hereupon he built himself a place to study in underground, (which was still remaining in our time,) and hither he would come constantly every day to form his action, and to exercise his voice; and here he would continue, oftentimes without intermission, two or three months together, shaving one half of his head, that so for shame he might not go abroad, though he desired it ever so much.
Another time, when the assembly had refused to listen to him and he was heading home, feeling defeated with his head down, it’s said that Satyrus, the actor, followed him and, being a close friend, struck up a conversation. When Demosthenes lamented that despite being the most hardworking of all the speakers and having nearly exhausted all his strength for this work, he still couldn’t connect with the people—while drunks, sailors, and uneducated people were heard and dominated the stage, he was looked down upon—Satyrus replied, “You’re right, Demosthenes, but I can fix this for you quickly if you recite a passage from Euripides or Sophocles.” When Demosthenes recited it, Satyrus immediately repeated the same passage but transformed it with his own style, gestures, and expressions, making it seem completely different to Demosthenes. Realizing how much grace and flair language gains from performance, he began to view practice without proper articulation and delivery as nearly pointless. Motivated by this, he built an underground study space (which still existed in our time) and made it a habit to work on his delivery and voice there every day. He would often stay for two or three months straight, shaving one half of his head to feel ashamed to go out, even though he desperately wanted to.
Nor was this all, but he also made his conversation with people abroad, his common speech, and his business, subservient to his studies, taking from hence occasions and arguments as matter to work upon. For as soon as he was parted from his company, down he would go at once into his study, and run over everything in order that had passed, and the reasons that might be alleged for and against it. Any speeches, also, that he was present at, he would go over again with himself, and reduce into periods; and whatever others spoke to him, or he to them, he would correct, transform, and vary several ways. Hence it was, that he was looked upon as a person of no great natural genius, but one who owed all the power and ability he had in speaking to labor and industry. Of the truth of which it was thought to be no small sign, that he was very rarely heard to speak upon the occasion, but though he were by name frequently called upon by the people, as he sat in the assembly, yet he would not rise unless he had previously considered the subject, and came prepared for it. So that many of the popular pleaders used to make it a jest against him; and Pytheas once, scoffing at him, said that his arguments smelt of the lamp. To which Demosthenes gave the sharp answer, “It is true, indeed, Pytheas, that your lamp and mine are not conscious of the same things.” To others, however, he would not much deny it, but would admit frankly enough, that he neither entirely wrote his speeches beforehand, nor yet spoke wholly extempore. And he would affirm, that it was the more truly popular act to use premeditation, such preparation being a kind of respect to the people; whereas, to slight and take no care how what is said is likely to be received by the audience, shows something of an oligarchical temper, and is the course of one that intends force rather than persuasion. Of his want of courage and assurance to speak off-hand, they make it also another argument, that when he was at a loss, and discomposed, Demades would often rise up on the sudden to support him, but he was never observed to do the same for Demades.
He didn't stop there; he also made his conversations with people from other places, his everyday speech, and his business support his studies, taking inspiration and arguments from them to work with. As soon as he was done with his company, he would head straight to his study and review everything that had happened, looking at the reasons that could be argued for and against it. He would also reflect on any speeches he attended and break them down into segments; whatever anyone said to him or he to them, he would correct, rephrase, and change it in various ways. Because of this, people viewed him as someone without great natural talent, but rather as someone who owed his speaking skill to hard work and dedication. It was often noted that he rarely spoke on the spot; even when called upon by others while sitting in assemblies, he wouldn’t stand up unless he had thought through the topic and was ready. Many popular speakers would joke about him for this, and Pytheas once mocked him, saying his arguments smelled of the lamp. Demosthenes replied sharply, “It’s true, Pytheas, that your lamp and mine are not aware of the same things.” However, he wouldn’t deny it too strongly to others, admitting that he neither completely wrote his speeches in advance nor spoke entirely off the cuff. He would argue that being prepared was actually more respectful to the audience; neglecting to consider how what is said would be received shows a bit of an oligarchic mindset and is the approach of someone who relies on force rather than persuasion. His lack of confidence in speaking spontaneously was also highlighted by the fact that whenever he struggled or was flustered, Demades would often step in to support him, but he was never seen doing the same for Demades.
Whence then, may some say, was it, that Aeschines speaks of him as a person so much to be wondered at for his boldness in speaking? Or, how could it be, when Python, the Byzantine, “with so much confidence and such a torrent of words inveighed against” the Athenians, that Demosthenes alone stood up to oppose him? Or, when Lamachus, the Myrinaean, had written a panegyric upon king Philip and Alexander, in which he uttered many things in reproach of the Thebans and Olynthians, and at the Olympic Games recited it publicly, how was it, that he, rising up, and recounting historically and demonstratively what benefits and advantages all Greece had received from the Thebans and Chalcidians, and on the contrary, what mischiefs the flatterers of the Macedonians had brought upon it, so turned the minds of all that were present that the sophist, in alarm at the outcry against him, secretly made his way out of the assembly? But Demosthenes, it should seem, regarded other points in the character of Pericles to be unsuited to him; but his reserve and his sustained manner, and his forbearing to speak on the sudden, or upon every occasion, as being the things to which principally he owed his greatness, these he followed, and endeavored to imitate, neither wholly neglecting the glory which present occasion offered, nor yet willing too often to expose his faculty to the mercy of chance. For, in fact, the orations which were spoken by him had much more of boldness and confidence in them than those that he wrote, if we may believe Eratosthenes, Demetrius the Phalerian, and the Comedians. Eratosthenes says that often in his speaking he would be transported into a kind of ecstasy, and Demetrius, that he uttered the famous metrical adjuration to the people,
Where did it come from, some might ask, that Aeschines describes him as someone to be admired for his courage in speaking? How is it that when Python, the Byzantine, confidently and passionately attacked the Athenians, Demosthenes was the only one who stood up to confront him? And when Lamachus, from Myrina, wrote a tribute to King Philip and Alexander, criticizing the Thebans and Olynthians, reciting it publicly at the Olympic Games, how was it that Demosthenes, rising to recount the historical benefits and advantages that all of Greece received from the Thebans and Chalcidians, and contrasting that with the harms inflicted by the flatterers of the Macedonians, was able to sway the minds of all those present to the point where the speaker, frightened by the backlash, quietly slipped out of the assembly? It seems that Demosthenes found other aspects of Pericles’ character unsuitable for himself; however, he admired Pericles’ composure and his habit of not speaking impulsively or on every occasion, which he believed were key to his greatness. He imitated these qualities, not ignoring the opportunities for glory presented by the moment, yet not wanting to expose his abilities too frequently to luck. In fact, those speeches he delivered were filled with more boldness and confidence than the ones he wrote, according to Eratosthenes, Demetrius of Phaleron, and the comedians. Eratosthenes mentions that he would often enter a kind of trance while speaking, and Demetrius notes that he delivered the famous rhythmic appeal to the people,
By the earth, the springs, the rivers, and the streams,
By the earth, the springs, the rivers, and the streams,
as a man inspired, and beside himself. One of the comedians calls him a rhopoperperethras, and another scoffs at him for his use of antithesis: —
as a man inspired and out of his mind. One of the comedians calls him a rhopoperperethras, and another mocks him for his use of antithesis:
And what he took, took back; a phrase to please
The very fancy of Demosthenes.
And what he took, he took back; a phrase to impress
The very fancy of Demosthenes.
Unless, indeed, this also is meant by Antiphanes for a jest upon the speech on Halonesus, which Demosthenes advised the Athenians not to take at Philip’s hands, but to take back.
Unless, of course, this is also meant as a joke by Antiphanes about the speech on Halonesus, which Demosthenes advised the Athenians not to accept from Philip, but to reclaim instead.
All, however, used to consider Demades, in the mere use of his natural gifts, an orator impossible to surpass, and that in what he spoke on the sudden, he excelled all the study and preparation of Demosthenes. And Ariston the Chian, has recorded a judgment which Theophrastus passed upon the orators; for being asked what kind of orator he accounted Demosthenes, he answered, “Worthy of the city of Athens;” and then, what he thought of Demades, he answered, “Above it.” And the same philosopher reports, that Polyeuctus, the Sphettian, one of the Athenian politicians about that time, was wont to say that Demosthenes was the greatest orator, but Phocion the ablest, as he expressed the most sense in the fewest words. And, indeed, it is related, that Demosthenes himself, as often as Phocion stood up to plead against him, would say to his acquaintance, “Here comes the knife to my speech.” Yet it does not appear whether he had this feeling for his powers of speaking, or for his life and character, and meant to say that one word or nod from a man who was really trusted, would go further than a thousand lengthy periods from others.
Everyone used to think that Demades, just by using his natural talents, was an unbeatable orator, and that when he spoke spontaneously, he outperformed all the studied preparation of Demosthenes. Ariston from Chios recorded a judgment that Theophrastus made about the orators; when asked what kind of orator he considered Demosthenes to be, he replied, “Worthy of the city of Athens;” and then, when asked about Demades, he said, “Above it.” The same philosopher also reports that Polyeuctus from Sphetta, an Athenian politician at the time, used to say Demosthenes was the greatest orator, but Phocion was the most skilled, as he expressed the most meaningful ideas in the fewest words. Indeed, it is said that whenever Phocion rose to argue against him, Demosthenes would tell his friends, “Here comes the knife to my speech.” Yet it’s unclear whether he felt this way because of Phocion’s speaking abilities or because of his character, meaning that a single word or nod from someone truly trusted would carry more weight than a thousand lengthy speeches from others.
Demetrius, the Phalerian, tells us, that he was informed by Demosthenes himself, now grown old, that the ways he made use of to remedy his natural bodily infirmities and defects were such as these; his inarticulate and stammering pronunciation he overcame and rendered more distinct by speaking with pebbles in his mouth; his voice he disciplined by declaiming and reciting speeches or verses when he was out of breath, while running or going up steep places; and that in his house he had a large looking-glass, before which he would stand and go through his exercises. It is told that someone once came to request his assistance as a pleader, and related how he had been assaulted and beaten. “Certainly,” said Demosthenes, “nothing of the kind can have happened to you.” Upon which the other, raising his voice, exclaimed loudly, “What, Demosthenes, nothing has been done to me?” “Ah,” replied Demosthenes, “now I hear the voice of one that has been injured and beaten.” Of so great consequence towards the gaining of belief did he esteem the tone and action of the speaker. The action which he used himself was wonderfully pleasing to the common people; but by well-educated people, as, for example, by Demetrius, the Phalerian, it was looked upon as mean, humiliating, and unmanly. And Hermippus says of Aesion, that, being asked his opinion concerning the ancient orators and those of his own time, he answered that it was admirable to see with what composure and in what high style they addressed themselves to the people; but that the orations of Demosthenes, when they are read, certainly appear to be superior in point of construction, and more effective. His written speeches, beyond all question, are characterized by austere tone and by their severity. In his extempore retorts and rejoinders, he allowed himself the use of jest and mockery. When Demades said, “Demosthenes teach me! So might the sow teach Minerva!” he replied, “Was it this Minerva, that was lately found playing the harlot in Collytus?” When a thief, who had the nickname of the Brazen, was attempting to upbraid him for sitting up late, and writing by candlelight, “I know very well,” said he, “that you had rather have all lights out; and wonder not, O ye men of Athens, at the many robberies which are committed, since we have thieves of brass and walls of clay.” But on these points, though we have much more to mention, we will add nothing at present. We will proceed to take an estimate of his character from his actions and his life as a statesman.
Demetrius, the Phalerian, tells us that he was informed by Demosthenes himself, now older, about the methods he used to address his physical weaknesses and defects. He overcame his unclear and stuttering speech by practicing with pebbles in his mouth. He trained his voice by declaiming and reciting speeches or verses while out of breath from running or climbing steep places. He also had a large mirror in his house where he would practice his exercises. Once, someone came to ask for his help as a lawyer and described how he had been attacked and beaten. “Surely,” said Demosthenes, “nothing like that could have happened to you.” The other person, raising his voice, shouted, “What, Demosthenes, nothing has happened to me?” “Ah,” replied Demosthenes, “now I hear the voice of someone who has been hurt and beaten.” He believed that the tone and action of the speaker were crucial for persuading an audience. His own performance style was very pleasing to the general public, but educated people like Demetrius the Phalerian found it to be crude, humiliating, and unmanly. Hermippus remarked about Aesion that when asked for his opinion on the ancient orators compared to those of his time, he found it impressive how composed and eloquent they spoke to the people. However, he felt that Demosthenes’ speeches, when read, were undoubtedly superior in construction and more impactful. His written speeches are known for their serious tone and severity. In his spontaneous responses, he allowed himself to use humor and sarcasm. When Demades said, “Demosthenes teach me! So might the sow teach Minerva!” he replied, “Was it this Minerva who was recently found acting like a prostitute in Collytus?” When a thief nicknamed the Brazen criticized him for staying up late and writing by candlelight, Demosthenes responded, “I know very well that you’d prefer all the lights to be out; don’t be surprised, O men of Athens, at the many robberies happening, since we have thieves of bronze and walls made of clay.” But on these topics, although there is much more to discuss, we will not add anything further at this time. We will now evaluate his character based on his actions and his life as a statesman.
His first entering into public business was much about the time of the Phocian war, as himself affirms, and may be collected from his Philippic orations. For of these, some were made after that action was over, and the earliest of them refer to its concluding events. It is certain that he engaged in the accusation of Midias when he was but two and thirty years old, having as yet no interest or reputation as a politician. And this it was, I consider, that induced him to withdraw the action, and accept a sum of money as a compromise. For of himself
His first involvement in public affairs happened around the time of the Phocian war, as he himself claims, and this can be inferred from his Philippic speeches. Some of these were delivered after the war ended, and the earliest ones discuss its final events. It's clear that he took part in the prosecution of Midias when he was only thirty-two years old, without any connections or reputation in politics yet. I believe this is what led him to drop the case and agree to a cash settlement. For he himself
He was no easy or good-natured man,
He wasn't an easygoing or friendly guy,
but of a determined disposition, and resolute to see himself righted; however, finding it a hard matter and above his strength to deal with Midias, a man so well secured on all sides with money, eloquence, and friends, he yielded to the entreaties of those who interceded for him. But had he seen any hopes or possibility of prevailing, I cannot believe that three thousand drachmas could have taken off the edge of his revenge. The object which he chose for himself in the commonwealth was noble and just, the defense of the Grecians against Philip; and in this he behaved himself so worthily that he soon grew famous, and excited attention everywhere for his eloquence and courage in speaking. He was admired through all Greece, the king of Persia courted him, and by Philip himself he was more esteemed than all the other orators. His very enemies were forced to confess that they had to do with a man of mark; for such a character even Aeschines and Hyperides give him, where they accuse and speak against him.
but he was determined and resolute about getting justice for himself; however, he found it incredibly difficult and beyond his strength to take on Midias, a man so well-protected by money, persuasion, and connections, so he gave in to those who pleaded on his behalf. But if he had seen any chance of winning, I can’t believe that three thousand drachmas would have dulled his desire for revenge. The goal he set for himself in the community was noble and just: defending the Greeks against Philip. In this, he conducted himself so admirably that he quickly became well-known and caught attention everywhere for his eloquence and courage in speaking. He was admired throughout Greece, the king of Persia sought his favor, and even Philip held him in higher regard than all the other orators. His enemies had to admit they were dealing with a notable figure; Aeschines and Hyperides both recognized his status in their accusations and criticisms against him.
So that I cannot imagine what ground Theopompus had to say, that Demosthenes was of a fickle, unsettled disposition, and could not long continue firm either to the same men or the same affairs; whereas the contrary is most apparent, for the same party and post in politics which he held from the beginning, to these he kept constant to the end; and was so far from leaving them while he lived, that he chose rather to forsake his life than his purpose. He was never heard to apologize for shifting sides like Demades, who would say, he often spoke against himself, but never against the city; nor as Melanopus, who, being generally against Callistratus, but being often bribed off with money, was wont to tell the people, “The man indeed is my enemy, but we must submit for the good of our country;” nor again as Nicodemus, the Messenian, who having first appeared on Cassander’s side, and afterwards taken part with Demetrius, said the two things were not in themselves contrary, it being always most advisable to obey the conqueror. We have nothing of this kind to say against Demosthenes, as one who would turn aside or prevaricate, either in word or deed. There could not have been less variation in his public acts if they had all been played, so to say, from first to last, from the same score. Panaetius, the philosopher, said, that most of his orations are so written, as if they were to prove this one conclusion, that what is honest and virtuous is for itself only to be chosen; as that of the Crown, that against Aristocrates, that for the Immunities, and the Philippics; in all which he persuades his fellow-citizens to pursue not that which seems most pleasant, easy, or profitable; but declares over and over again, that they ought in the first place to prefer that which is just and honorable, before their own safety and preservation. So that if he had kept his hands clean, if his courage for the wars had been answerable to the generosity of his principles, and the dignity of his orations, he might deservedly have his name placed, not in the number of such orators as Moerocles, Polyeuctus, and Hyperides, but in the highest rank with Cimon, Thucydides, and Pericles.
I can't understand what Theopompus was thinking when he claimed that Demosthenes had a fickle and unsettled nature, and that he couldn’t stay loyal to the same people or causes for long. The opposite is clearly true: he remained loyal to the same political party and position from the start until the end. He didn’t just abandon them during his life; in fact, he preferred to give up his life rather than his principles. Unlike Demades, who would claim that he often spoke against his own interests but never against the city, or Melanopus, who criticized Callistratus but frequently accepted bribes and would tell the people, “That man is indeed my enemy, but we must submit for the good of our country,” or Nicodemus, the Messenian, who switched sides from Cassander to Demetrius claiming that obeying the conqueror was always the best choice, we have nothing similar to say about Demosthenes. He never wavered or acted deceitfully, either in speech or in action. There couldn’t have been less variation in his public actions if they had all been played, so to speak, from the same musical score. Panaetius, the philosopher, remarked that most of his speeches are structured to conclude that honesty and virtue should be chosen for their own sake. This is evident in his speeches like the one for the Crown, against Aristocrates, for the Immunities, and the Philippics, where he urges his fellow citizens to prioritize what is just and honorable over what seems most pleasant, easy, or profitable, insisting repeatedly that they should value justice and honor above their own safety and well-being. Therefore, if he had kept his hands clean, and if his courage in war matched the nobility of his principles and the dignity of his speeches, he would rightfully deserve to be named among the greatest orators, not alongside Moerocles, Polyeuctus, and Hyperides, but with Cimon, Thucydides, and Pericles.
Certainly amongst those who were contemporary with him, Phocion, though he appeared on the less commendable side in the commonwealth, and was counted as one of the Macedonian party, nevertheless, by his courage and his honesty, procured himself a name not inferior to those of Ephialtes, Aristides, and Cimon. But Demosthenes, being neither fit to be relied on for courage in arms, as Demetrius says, nor on all sides inaccessible to bribery (for how invincible soever he was against the gifts of Philip and the Macedonians, yet elsewhere he lay open to assault, and was overpowered by the gold which came down from Susa and Ecbatana), was therefore esteemed better able to recommend than to imitate the virtues of past times. And yet (excepting only Phocion), even in his life and manners, he far surpassed the other orators of his time. None of them addressed the people so boldly; he attacked the faults, and opposed himself to the unreasonable desires of the multitude, as may be seen in his orations. Theopompus writes, that the Athenians having by name selected Demosthenes, and called upon him to accuse a certain person, he refused to do it; upon which the assembly being all in an uproar, he rose up and said, “Your counselor, whether you will or no, O ye men of Athens, you shall always have me; but a sycophant or false accuser, though you would have me, I shall never be.” And his conduct in the case of Antiphon was perfectly aristocratical; whom, after he had been acquitted in the assembly, he took and brought before the court of Areopagus, and, setting at naught the displeasure of the people, convicted him there of having promised Philip to burn the arsenal; whereupon the man was condemned by that court, and suffered for it. He accused, also, Theoris, the priestess, amongst other misdemeanors, of having instructed and taught the slaves to deceive and cheat their masters, for which the sentence of death passed upon her, and she was executed.
Certainly among those who lived at the same time as him, Phocion, although he seemed to be on the less admirable side of the political spectrum and was considered part of the Macedonian faction, still earned a reputation that was not inferior to that of Ephialtes, Aristides, and Cimon due to his bravery and integrity. Demosthenes, however, was not trustworthy when it came to courage in battle, as Demetrius points out, and he wasn't completely immune to bribery either (for while he held strong against the gifts of Philip and the Macedonians, he was vulnerable to the golden temptations that came from Susa and Ecbatana), which made him more capable of recommending the virtues of the past rather than actually embodying them. Still, (except for Phocion) in his life and behavior, he far outshone the other orators of his time. None of them spoke to the people as boldly as he did; he addressed their faults and stood against their unreasonable desires, as shown in his speeches. Theopompus writes that when the Athenians specifically named Demosthenes and called on him to accuse someone, he refused. This caused an uproar in the assembly, and he stood up to say, “You will always have me as your counselor, whether you like it or not, O men of Athens, but I will never be a sycophant or a false accuser, even if you want me to be.” His actions regarding Antiphon were distinctly aristocratic; after Antiphon was acquitted in the assembly, he brought him before the court of Areopagus and, disregarding the people's anger, successfully convicted him for promising Philip to burn the arsenal. Consequently, Antiphon was condemned by that court and executed for his crime. He also accused Theoris, the priestess, among other offenses, of teaching slaves how to deceive and cheat their masters, which led to her receiving a death sentence and execution.
The oration which Apollodorus made use of, and by it carried the cause against Timotheus, the general, in an action of debt, it is said was written for him by Demosthenes; as also those against Phormion and Stephanus, in which latter case he was thought to have acted dishonorably, for the speech which Phormion used against Apollodorus was also of his making; he, as it were, having simply furnished two adversaries out of the same shop with weapons to wound one another. Of his orations addressed to the public assemblies, that against Androtion, and those against Timocrates and Aristocrates, were written for others, before he had come forward himself as a politician. They were composed, it seems, when he was but seven or eight and twenty years old. That against Aristogiton, and that for the Immunities, he spoke himself, at the request, as he says, of Ctesippus, the son of Chabrias, but, as some say, out of courtship to the young man’s mother. Though, in fact, he did not marry her, for his wife was a woman of Samos, as Demetrius, the Magnesian, writes, in his book on Persons of the same Name. It is not certain whether his oration against Aeschines, for Misconduct as Ambassador, was ever spoken; although Idomeneus says that Aeschines wanted only thirty voices to condemn him. But this seems not to be correct, at least so far as may be conjectured from both their orations concerning the Crown; for in these, neither of them speaks clearly or directly of it, as a cause that ever came to trial. But let others decide this controversy.
The speech that Apollodorus used to win his case against Timotheus, the general, was said to be written for him by Demosthenes. This also goes for his speeches against Phormion and Stephanus. In the latter case, he was thought to have acted dishonorably because the speech Phormion used against Apollodorus was also written by Demosthenes. It was as if he provided two opponents with the same tools to hurt each other. Some of his speeches given in public assemblies, like the one against Androtion and those against Timocrates and Aristocrates, were written for others before he became a politician himself. These were composed when he was only in his late twenties. He spoke the oration against Aristogiton and that for the Immunities at the request of Ctesippus, the son of Chabrias, though some say it was to impress the young man’s mother. However, he did not marry her, as his wife was actually from Samos, according to Demetrius, the Magnesian, in his book on People with the Same Name. It’s unclear whether his speech against Aeschines for Misconduct as Ambassador was ever delivered; Idomeneus claims that Aeschines needed just thirty more votes to be condemned. But this may not be accurate, based on their speeches about the Crown, where neither speaks clearly about it as a case that went to trial. Let others resolve this debate.
It was evident, even in time of peace, what course Demosthenes would steer in the commonwealth; for whatever was done by the Macedonian, he criticized and found fault with, and upon all occasions was stirring up the people of Athens, and inflaming them against him. Therefore, in the court of Philip, no man was so much talked of, or of so great account as he; and when he came thither, one of the ten ambassadors who were sent into Macedonia, though all had audience given them, yet his speech was answered with most care and exactness. But in other respects, Philip entertained him not so honorably as the rest, neither did he show him the same kindness and civility with which he applied himself to the party of Aeschines and Philocrates. So that, when the others commended Philip for his able speaking, his beautiful person, nay, and also for his good companionship in drinking, Demosthenes could not refrain from caviling at these praises; the first, he said, was a quality which might well enough become a rhetorician, the second a woman, and the last was only the property of a sponge; no one of them was the proper commendation of a prince.
It was clear, even in times of peace, what direction Demosthenes would take in the government; for whatever the Macedonian did, he criticized and found fault with, and at every opportunity, he was rallying the people of Athens and inciting them against him. Consequently, in Philip's court, no one was discussed more or held in higher regard than he was; and when he arrived there, one of the ten ambassadors sent to Macedonia, although all were given a chance to speak, his address was met with the most attention and precision. However, in other ways, Philip did not treat him as honorably as the others, nor did he show him the same friendliness and courtesy that he extended to Aeschines and Philocrates. Thus, when the others praised Philip for his eloquent speaking, good looks, and even for his drinking companionship, Demosthenes couldn’t help but criticize these compliments; the first, he said, was a quality that fit a rhetorician, the second suited a woman, and the last was merely something a sponge would possess; none of these were appropriate attributes for a prince.
But when things came at last to war, Philip on the one side being not able to live in peace, and the Athenians, on the other side, being stirred up by Demosthenes, the first action he put them upon was the reducing of Euboea, which, by the treachery of the tyrants, was brought under subjection to Philip. And on his proposition, the decree was voted, and they crossed over thither and chased the Macedonians out of the island. The next, was the relief of the Byzantines and Perinthians, whom the Macedonians at that time were attacking. He persuaded the people to lay aside their enmity against these cities, to forget the offenses committed by them in the Confederate War, and to send them such succors as eventually saved and secured them. Not long after, he undertook an embassy through the States of Greece, which he solicited and so far incensed against Philip, that, a few only excepted, he brought them all into a general league. So that, besides the forces composed of the citizens themselves, there was an army consisting of fifteen thousand foot and two thousand horse, and the money to pay these strangers was levied and brought in with great cheerfulness. On which occasion it was, says Theophrastus, on the allies requesting that their contributions for the war might be ascertained and stated, Crobylus, the orator, made use of the saying, “War can’t be fed at so much a day.” Now was all Greece up in arms, and in great expectation what would be the event. The Euboeans, the Achaeans, the Corinthians, the Megarians, the Leucadians, and Corcyraeans, their people and their cities, were all joined together in a league. But the hardest task was yet behind, left for Demosthenes, to draw the Thebans into this confederacy with the rest. Their country bordered next upon Attica, they had great forces for the war, and at that time they were accounted the best soldiers of all Greece, but it was no easy matter to make them break with Philip, who, by many good offices, had so lately obliged them in the Phocian war; especially considering how the subjects of dispute and variance between the two cities were continually renewed and exasperated by petty quarrels, arising out of the proximity of their frontiers.
But when war finally broke out, Philip couldn’t stay peaceful, and the Athenians, spurred on by Demosthenes, took their first action by recapturing Euboea, which had fallen under Philip’s control due to the betrayal of the tyrants. Based on his proposal, the decree was passed, and they crossed over to the island and drove the Macedonians out. Next, they focused on helping the Byzantines and Perinthians, who were under attack from the Macedonians at that time. He convinced the people to put aside their hatred for these cities, to forget the wrongs from the Confederate War, and to send aid that ultimately saved and protected them. Soon after, he took on a diplomatic mission across the Greek states, rallying them against Philip to the point that, with a few exceptions, he united them all in a general alliance. As a result, in addition to the forces made up of local citizens, there was an army of fifteen thousand infantry and two thousand cavalry, and the funds to support these foreign soldiers were raised with great enthusiasm. During this time, according to Theophrastus, when the allies requested that their contributions to the war be set and defined, the orator Crobylus used the phrase, “War can’t be fed at so much a day.” Now all of Greece was mobilized and eagerly awaiting the outcome. The Euboeans, Achaeans, Corinthians, Megarians, Leucadians, and Corcyraeans, along with their people and cities, were all united in a league. But the toughest challenge still lay ahead for Demosthenes: to persuade the Thebans to join this alliance. Their territory bordered Attica, they had a strong military presence, and at that time they were considered the best soldiers in all of Greece. However, it was no simple task to convince them to break off from Philip, who had recently helped them in the Phocian war. This was especially challenging given that the disputes and tensions between the two cities were often reignited by minor conflicts stemming from their neighboring borders.
But after Philip, being now grown high and puffed up with his good success at Amphissa, on a sudden surprised Elatea and possessed himself of Phocis, and the Athenians were in a great consternation, none durst venture to rise up to speak, no one knew what to say, all were at a loss, and the whole assembly in silence and perplexity, in this extremity of affairs, Demosthenes was the only man who appeared, his counsel to them being alliance with the Thebans. And having in other ways encouraged the people, and, as his manner was, raised their spirits up with hopes, he, with some others, was sent ambassador to Thebes. To oppose him, as Marsyas says, Philip also sent thither his envoys, Amyntas and Clearellus, two Macedonians, besides Daochus, a Thessalian, and Thrasydaeus. Now the Thebans, in their consultations, were well enough aware what suited best with their own interest, but everyone had before his eyes the terrors of war, and their losses in the Phocian troubles were still recent: but such was the force and power of the orator, fanning up, as Theopompus says, their courage, and firing their emulation, that casting away every thought of prudence, fear, or obligation, in a sort of divine possession, they chose the path of honor, to which his words invited them. And this success, thus accomplished by an orator, was thought to be so glorious and of such consequence, that Philip immediately sent heralds to treat and petition for a peace: all Greece was aroused, and up in arms to help. And the commanders-in-chief, not only of Attica, but of Boeotia, applied themselves to Demosthenes, and observed his directions. He managed all the assemblies of the Thebans, no less than those of the Athenians; he was beloved both by the one and by the other, and exercised the same supreme authority with both; and that not by unfair means, or without just cause, as Theopompus professes, but indeed it was no more than was due to his merit.
But after Philip, now swollen with pride from his success at Amphissa, suddenly took Elatea and seized Phocis, the Athenians were in a panic. No one dared to stand up and speak; everyone was at a loss, and the entire assembly was left in silence and confusion. In this critical moment, Demosthenes was the only one who stepped forward, advising them to ally with the Thebans. After boosting the people's morale and, as was his custom, inspiring them with hope, he and a few others were sent as ambassadors to Thebes. To counter him, as Marsyas mentions, Philip also sent his envoys, Amyntas and Clearellus, both Macedonians, along with Daochus, a Thessalian, and Thrasydaeus. The Thebans, in their discussions, understood what was best for their own interests, but they were all haunted by the fear of war, and the recent losses from the Phocian troubles were still fresh in their minds. However, the strength and influence of the orator—igniting their courage and ambition, as Theopompus says—led them to abandon all thoughts of caution, fear, or obligation. In a sort of inspired state, they chose the honorable path that his words encouraged them to follow. This success achieved through an orator was seen as so glorious and significant that Philip immediately sent heralds to negotiate and request peace. All of Greece was stirred and ready to help. The commanders-in-chief, not only from Attica but also from Boeotia, turned to Demosthenes for guidance and followed his lead. He managed the gatherings of the Thebans just as effectively as those of the Athenians; he was respected by both sides and held the same level of authority with each, and this was not through unfair means or without justification, as Theopompus states, but truly it was simply a reflection of his merit.
But there was, it should seem, some divinely-ordered fortune, commissioned, in the revolution of things, to put a period at this time to the liberty of Greece, which opposed and thwarted all their actions, and by many signs foretold what should happen. Such were the sad predictions uttered by the Pythian priestess, and this old oracle cited out of the Sibyl’s verses, —
But it seemed that some divine fate was at work, destined to end Greece's freedom at this time, opposing and undermining all their efforts, and by many signs, it foretold what was to come. Such were the unfortunate predictions made by the Pythian priestess, and this old prophecy was cited from the Sibyl’s verses,—
The battle on Thermodon that shall be
Safe at a distance I desire to see,
Far, like an eagle, watching in the air.
Conquered shall weep, and conqueror perish there.
The battle at Thermodon that I want to
See from a safe distance,
Like an eagle, soaring in the sky.
The defeated will cry, and the victor will fall there.
This Thermodon, they say, is a little rivulet here in our country in Chaeronea, running into the Cephisus. But we know of none that is so called at the present time; and can only conjecture that the streamlet which is now called Haemon, and runs by the Temple of Hercules, where the Grecians were encamped, might perhaps in those days be called Thermodon, and after the fight, being filled with blood and dead bodies, upon this occasion, as we guess, might change its old name for that which it now bears. Yet Duris says that this Thermodon was no river, but that some of the soldiers, as they were pitching their tents and digging trenches about them, found a small stone statue, which, by the inscription, appeared to be the figure of Thermodon, carrying a wounded Amazon in his arms; and that there was another oracle current about it, as follows: —
This Thermodon is said to be a small stream here in our country, in Chaeronea, flowing into the Cephisus. However, we don’t know of any stream currently known by that name; we can only guess that the stream now called Haemon, which runs by the Temple of Hercules where the Greeks were camped, might have been called Thermodon back in those days. After the battle, filled with blood and bodies, it might have changed its old name to the one it has now. But Duris claims that this Thermodon wasn’t actually a river; instead, some soldiers setting up their tents and digging trenches found a small stone statue that, according to the inscription, depicted Thermodon carrying a wounded Amazon. There was also another oracle associated with it, as follows: —
The battle on Thermodon that shall be,
Fail not, black raven, to attend and see;
The flesh of men shall there abound for thee.
The battle at Thermodon that’s about to happen,
Don't miss it, black raven, come and watch;
There will be plenty of flesh from men for you.
In fine, it is not easy to determine what is the truth. But of Demosthenes it is said, that he had such great confidence in the Grecian forces, and was so excited by the sight of the courage and resolution of so many brave men ready to engage the enemy, that he would by no means endure they should give any heed to oracles, or hearken to prophecies, but gave out that he suspected even the prophetess herself, as if she had been tampered with to speak in favor of Philip. The Thebans he put in mind of Epaminondas, the Athenians, of Pericles, who always took their own measures and governed their actions by reason, looking upon things of this kind as mere pretexts for cowardice. Thus far, therefore, Demosthenes acquitted himself like a brave man. But in the fight he did nothing honorable, nor was his performance answerable to his speeches. For he fled, deserting his place disgracefully, and throwing away his arms, not ashamed, as Pytheas observed, to belie the inscription written on his shield, in letters of gold, “With good fortune.”
In summary, it’s not easy to figure out what the truth really is. However, it’s said that Demosthenes had immense confidence in the Greek forces and was so inspired by the bravery and determination of the many courageous men ready to face the enemy that he couldn’t stand the idea of them paying attention to oracles or prophecies. He even suggested that the prophetess might have been influenced to speak in support of Philip. He reminded the Thebans of Epaminondas and the Athenians of Pericles, who always took matters into their own hands and made decisions based on reason, seeing such things as just excuses for cowardice. Thus, Demosthenes carried himself like a brave man up to that point. But in battle, he didn’t act honorably, nor did his actions reflect his speeches. He fled disgracefully from his position, abandoning his weapons and not ashamed, as Pytheas noted, to contradict the inscription on his shield, written in gold letters, “With good fortune.”
In the meantime Philip, in the first moment of victory, was so transported with joy, that he grew extravagant, and going out, after he had drunk largely, to visit the dead bodies, he chanted the first words of the decree that had been passed on the motion of Demosthenes,
In the meantime, Philip, filled with joy at his initial victory, became quite extravagant. After drinking heavily, he went out to look at the dead bodies and began to chant the first lines of the decree that had been passed on Demosthenes' suggestion.
The motion of Demosthenes, Demosthenes’s son,
The motion of Demosthenes, Demosthenes's son,
dividing it metrically into feet, and marking the beats.
dividing it into feet based on the metric system, and marking the beats.
But when he came to himself, and had well considered the danger he was lately under, he could not forbear from shuddering at the wonderful ability and power of an orator who had made him hazard his life and empire on the issue of a few brief hours. The fame of it also reached even to the court of Persia, and the king sent letters to his lieutenants, commanding them to supply Demosthenes with money, and to pay every attention to him, as the only man of all the Grecians who was able to give Philip occupation and find employment for his forces near home, in the troubles of Greece. This afterwards came to the knowledge of Alexander, by certain letters of Demosthenes which he found at Sardis, and by other papers of the Persian officers, stating the large sums which had been given him.
But when he realized what had happened and thought about the danger he had just faced, he couldn't help but shudder at the incredible skill and power of the speaker who had made him risk his life and his empire over just a few short hours. Word of this even reached the court of Persia, and the king sent letters to his commanders instructing them to give Demosthenes financial support and pay him special attention, as he was the only Greek capable of keeping Philip occupied and challenging his forces back home amid the troubles in Greece. This later came to Alexander’s attention through certain letters from Demosthenes that he found in Sardis, along with other documents from Persian officials, detailing the large amounts of money that had been given to him.
At this time, however, upon the ill success which now happened to the Grecians, those of the contrary faction in the commonwealth fell foul upon Demosthenes, and took the opportunity to frame several informations and indictments against him. But the people not only acquitted him of these accusations, but continued towards him their former respect, and still invited him, as a man that meant well, to take a part in public affairs. Insomuch that when the bones of those who had been slain at Chaeronea were brought home to be solemnly interred, Demosthenes was the man they chose to make the funeral oration. They did not show, under the misfortunes which befell them, a base or ignoble mind, as Theopompus writes in his exaggerated style, but, on the contrary, by the honor and respect paid to their counselor, they made it appear that they were noway dissatisfied with the counsels he had given them. The speech, therefore, was spoken by Demosthenes. But the subsequent decrees he would not allow to be passed in his own name, but made use of those of his friends, one after another, looking upon his own as unfortunate and inauspicious; till at length he took courage again after the death of Philip, who did not long outlive his victory at Chaeronea. And this, it seems, was that which was foretold in the last verse of the oracle,
At this time, however, after the unfortunate events that befell the Greeks, those on the opposing side in the government turned against Demosthenes and seized the chance to create multiple accusations and charges against him. But the people not only cleared him of these allegations but also continued to show him their previous respect, still inviting him, as someone who had good intentions, to participate in public affairs. So much so that when the remains of those who had died at Chaeronea were brought back for a formal burial, Demosthenes was chosen to deliver the funeral oration. They did not, amidst their misfortunes, display a cowardly or dishonorable spirit, as Theopompus claims in his exaggerated manner, but rather, through the honor and respect given to their advisor, they demonstrated that they were in no way dissatisfied with the advice he had offered them. Therefore, the speech was delivered by Demosthenes. However, he refused to allow any subsequent decrees to be passed in his own name, instead using those of his friends, one after another, considering his own as unlucky and ill-fated; until eventually, he regained his courage after the death of Philip, who did not live long after his victory at Chaeronea. And this, it seems, was what was foretold in the last line of the oracle.
Conquered shall weep, and conqueror perish there.
Conquered will cry, and the conqueror will die there.
Demosthenes had secret intelligence of the death of Philip, and laying hold of this opportunity to prepossess the people with courage and better hopes for the future, he came into the assembly with a cheerful countenance, pretending to have had a dream that presaged some great good fortune for Athens; and, not long after, arrived the messengers who brought the news of Philip’s death. No sooner had the people received it but immediately they offered sacrifice to the gods, and decreed that Pausanias should be presented with a crown. Demosthenes appeared publicly in a rich dress, with a chaplet on his head, though it were but the seventh day since the death of his daughter, as is said by Aeschines, who upbraids him upon this account, and rails at him as one void of natural affection towards his children. Whereas, indeed, he rather betrays himself to be of a poor, low spirit, and effeminate mind, if he really means to make wailings and lamentation the only signs of a gentle and affectionate nature, and to condemn those who bear such accidents with more temper and less passion. For my own part, I cannot say that the behavior of the Athenians on this occasion was wise or honorable, to crown themselves with garlands and to sacrifice to the Gods for the death of a Prince who, in the midst of his success and victories, when they were a conquered people, had used them with so much clemency and humanity. For besides provoking fortune, it was a base thing, and unworthy in itself, to make him a citizen of Athens, and pay him honors while he lived, and yet as soon as he fell by another’s hand, to set no bounds to their jollity, to insult over him dead, and to sing triumphant songs of victory, as if by their own valor they had vanquished him. I must at the same time commend the behavior of Demosthenes, who, leaving tears and lamentations and domestic sorrows to the women, made it his business to attend to the interests of the commonwealth. And I think it the duty of him who would be accounted to have a soul truly valiant, and fit for government, that, standing always firm to the common good, and letting private griefs and troubles find their compensation in public blessings, he should maintain the dignity of his character and station, much more than actors who represent the persons of kings and tyrants, who, we see, when they either laugh or weep on the stage, follow, not their own private inclinations, but the course consistent with the subject and with their position. And if, moreover, when our neighbor is in misfortune, it is not our duty to forbear offering any consolation, but rather to say whatever may tend to cheer him, and to invite his attention to any agreeable objects, just as we tell people who are troubled with sore eyes, to withdraw their sight from bright and offensive colors to green, and those of a softer mixture, from whence can a man seek, in his own case, better arguments of consolation for afflictions in his family, than from the prosperity of his country, by making public and domestic chances count, so to say, together, and the better fortune of the state obscure and conceal the less happy circumstances of the individual. I have been induced to say so much, because I have known many readers melted by Aeschines’s language into a soft and unmanly tenderness.
Demosthenes had learned about Philip's death secretly, and seizing this chance to inspire courage and hope among the people, he entered the assembly with a bright face, pretending he had a dream that signified great fortune for Athens. Soon after, messengers arrived with the news of Philip’s death. As soon as the people heard it, they offered sacrifices to the gods and decided that Pausanias should receive a crown. Demosthenes appeared in public wearing fine clothing and a garland on his head, even though it had only been seven days since his daughter's death, as Aeschines pointed out, criticizing him for this and accusing him of lacking natural affection toward his children. In reality, Aeschines seems to reveal himself as someone with a weak and overly emotional disposition, if he truly believes that tears and wailing are the only signs of a gentle and loving nature, condemning those who endure such losses with more composure and less drama. Personally, I think the Athenians' reaction in this situation was neither wise nor honorable; celebrating with garlands and sacrificing to the gods for a prince who had treated them with such kindness during their conquest was inappropriate. It was not only ungracious but also unworthy to honor him as a citizen of Athens while he was alive, and then, upon his death at the hands of another, to revel in joy, insult him, and sing triumphant songs as if they had defeated him themselves. At the same time, I commend Demosthenes for leaving tears, grief, and domestic sorrows to the women, focusing instead on the welfare of the state. I believe that anyone who wishes to be seen as truly brave and fit for leadership must remain committed to the common good, allowing private grief to find solace in public blessings, preserving the dignity of their character and role, much more so than actors portraying kings and tyrants, who, we notice, laugh or cry on stage not according to their own desires, but according to the narrative and their roles. Furthermore, when our neighbor is going through tough times, it is our duty to provide comfort, saying things that can uplift them, and directing their attention to pleasant things, just like we advise people with sore eyes to avoid bright, harsh colors and look at softer greens instead. So, from where can an individual find better comfort for personal struggles than through the well-being of their country, linking public and private fortunes together, allowing the state’s better circumstances to overshadow their own unhappy situations? I felt compelled to share this because I have seen many readers become softened and overly sentimental by Aeschines’s words.
But now to return to my narrative. The cities of Greece were inspirited once more by the efforts of Demosthenes to form a league together. The Thebans, whom he had provided with arms, set upon their garrison, and slew many of them; the Athenians made preparations to join their forces with them; Demosthenes ruled supreme in the popular assembly, and wrote letters to the Persian officers who commanded under the king in Asia, inciting them to make war upon the Macedonian, calling him child and simpleton. But as soon as Alexander had settled matters in his own country, and came in person with his army into Boeotia, down fell the courage of the Athenians, and Demosthenes was hushed; the Thebans, deserted by them, fought by themselves, and lost their city. After which, the people of Athens, all in distress and great perplexity, resolved to send ambassadors to Alexander, and amongst others, made choice of Demosthenes for one; but his heart failing him for fear of the king’s anger, he returned back from Cithaeron, and left the embassy. In the meantime, Alexander sent to Athens, requiring ten of their orators to be delivered up to him, as Idomeneus and Duris have reported, but as the most and best historians say, he demanded these eight only: Demosthenes, Polyeuctus, Ephialtes, Lycurgus, Moerocles, Demon, Callisthenes, and Charidemus. It was upon this occasion that Demosthenes related to them the fable in which the sheep are said to deliver up their dogs to the wolves; himself and those who with him contended for the people’s safety, being, in his comparison, the dogs that defended the flock, and Alexander “the Macedonian arch wolf.” He further told them, “As we see corn-masters sell their whole stock by a few grains of wheat which they carry about with them in a dish, as a sample of the rest, so you, by delivering up us, who are but a few, do at the same time unawares surrender up yourselves all together with us;” so we find it related in the history of Aristobulus, the Cassandrian. The Athenians were deliberating, and at a loss what to do, when Demades, having agreed with the persons whom Alexander had demanded, for five talents, undertook to go ambassador, and to intercede with the king for them; and, whether it was that he relied on his friendship and kindness, or that he hoped to find him satiated, as a lion glutted with slaughter, he certainly went, and prevailed with him both to pardon the men, and to be reconciled to the city.
But now let’s get back to my story. The cities of Greece were energized again by Demosthenes' push to form a coalition. The Thebans, whom he had armed, attacked their garrison and killed many of them; the Athenians prepared to join forces with them. Demosthenes had full control of the popular assembly and wrote letters to the Persian officials serving the king in Asia, urging them to wage war against the Macedonian, whom he called a child and a fool. However, as soon as Alexander had sorted things out in his own territory and personally led his army into Boeotia, the Athenians' courage crumbled, and Demosthenes was silenced; the Thebans, abandoned by them, fought alone and lost their city. After that, the people of Athens, filled with distress and confusion, decided to send ambassadors to Alexander, choosing Demosthenes as one of them. But overwhelmed with fear of the king's wrath, he turned back from Cithaeron and skipped the mission. Meanwhile, Alexander sent a message to Athens, demanding that they hand over ten of their orators, as reported by Idomeneus and Duris, but according to most and best historians, he only asked for eight: Demosthenes, Polyeuctus, Ephialtes, Lycurgus, Moerocles, Demon, Callisthenes, and Charidemus. It was at this moment that Demosthenes recounted a fable where the sheep are said to turn over their dogs to the wolves; he and those who stood with him for the people's safety were, in his analogy, the dogs protecting the flock, and Alexander was “the Macedonian arch wolf.” He further said, “Just as we see grain merchants sell their entire stock based on a few grains of wheat they carry as a sample, by handing us over, who are just a few, you unknowingly surrender yourselves along with us;” as noted in the history of Aristobulus, the Cassandrian. The Athenians were debating and confused about what to do when Demades, having struck a deal with those whom Alexander had demanded, for five talents, volunteered to be their ambassador and plead with the king. Whether he relied on his friendship and goodwill or thought that Alexander would be sated, like a lion that has feasted on carcasses, he indeed went and succeeded in getting him to pardon the men and reconcile with the city.
So he and his friends, when Alexander went away, were great men, and Demosthenes was quite put aside. Yet when Agis, the Spartan, made his insurrection, he also for a short time attempted a movement in his favor; but he soon shrunk back again, as the Athenians would not take any part in it, and, Agis being slain, the Lacedaemonians were vanquished. During this time it was that the indictment against Ctesiphon, concerning the Crown, was brought to trial. The action was commenced a little before the battle in Chaeronea, when Chaerondas was archon, but it was not proceeded with till about ten years after, Aristophon being then archon. Never was any public cause more celebrated than this, alike for the fame of the orators, and for the generous courage of the judges, who, though at that time the accusers of Demosthenes were in the height of power, and supported by all the favor of the Macedonians, yet would not give judgment against him, but acquitted him so honorably, that Aeschines did not obtain the fifth part of their suffrages on his side, so that, immediately after, he left the city, and spent the rest of his life in teaching rhetoric about the island of Rhodes, and upon the continent in Ionia.
So he and his friends, when Alexander left, were influential figures, and Demosthenes was largely overlooked. However, when Agis, the Spartan, led a rebellion, he briefly tried to support it; but he quickly backed down since the Athenians wouldn't get involved. After Agis was killed, the Lacedaemonians were defeated. During this period, the case against Ctesiphon regarding the Crown went to trial. The case was initiated just before the battle at Chaeronea, when Chaerondas was archon, but it didn't progress until about ten years later, when Aristophon was archon. No public case has ever been more famous, both for the renown of the orators and for the commendable bravery of the judges, who, even though Demosthenes's accusers were at the height of their power and backed by the Macedonians, refused to rule against him. They acquitted him with such honor that Aeschines didn’t get even a fifth of their votes. As a result, he left the city right after and spent the rest of his life teaching rhetoric on the island of Rhodes and in Ionia.
It was not long after that Harpalus fled from Alexander, and came to Athens out of Asia; knowing himself guilty of many misdeeds into which his love of luxury had led him, and fearing the king, who was now grown terrible even to his best friends. Yet this man had no sooner addressed himself to the people, and delivered up his goods, his ships, and himself to their disposal, but the other orators of the town had their eyes quickly fixed upon his money, and came in to his assistance, persuading the Athenians to receive and protect their suppliant. Demosthenes at first gave advice to chase him out of the country, and to beware lest they involved their city in a war upon an unnecessary and unjust occasion. But some few days after, as they were taking an account of the treasure, Harpalus, perceiving how much he was pleased with a cup of Persian manufacture, and how curiously he surveyed the sculpture and fashion of it, desired him to poise it in his hand, and consider the weight of the gold. Demosthenes, being amazed to feel how heavy it was, asked him what weight it came to. “To you,” said Harpalus, smiling, “it shall come with twenty talents.” And presently after, when night drew on, he sent him the cup with so many talents. Harpalus, it seems, was a person of singular skill to discern a man’s covetousness by the air of his countenance, and the look and movements of his eyes. For Demosthenes could not resist the temptation, but admitting the present, like an armed garrison, into the citadel of his house, he surrendered himself up to the interest of Harpalus. The next day, he came into the assembly with his neck swathed about with wool and rollers, and when they called on him to rise up and speak, he made signs as if he had lost his voice. But the wits, turning the matter to ridicule, said that certainly the orator had been seized that night with no other than a silver quinsy. And soon after, the people, becoming aware of the bribery, grew angry, and would not suffer him to speak, or make any apology for himself, but ran him down with noise; and one man stood up, and cried out, “What, ye men of Athens, will you not hear the cup-bearer?” So at length they banished Harpalus out of the city; and fearing lest they should be called to account for the treasure which the orators had purloined, they made a strict inquiry, going from house to house; only Callicles, the son of Arrhenidas, who was newly married, they would not suffer to be searched, out of respect, as Theopompus writes, to the bride, who was within.
Not long after, Harpalus ran away from Alexander and made his way to Athens from Asia. He was aware of his many wrongdoings, driven by his love of luxury, and was afraid of the king, who had become terrifying even to his closest allies. As soon as he approached the people and handed over his goods, ships, and himself for their judgment, the other speakers in town quickly focused on his wealth and came to help him, convincing the Athenians to accept and protect their supplicant. Initially, Demosthenes advised pushing him out of the country and warned against dragging the city into an unnecessary and unjust war. However, a few days later, while they were counting the treasure, Harpalus noticed how much Demosthenes admired a cup made in Persia and how closely he examined its design and craftsmanship. He asked him to hold it and feel the weight of the gold. Amazed by its heaviness, Demosthenes asked how much it weighed. “For you,” Harpalus smiled, “it will weigh twenty talents.” Later that night, he sent him the cup along with that many talents. Harpalus seemed to have a unique ability to sense a person's greed by their facial expressions and the movements of their eyes. Demosthenes couldn’t resist the temptation and, like an armed fortress allowing an enemy in, he surrendered to Harpalus's influence. The next day, he appeared in the assembly with his neck wrapped in wool and bandages, and when they summoned him to speak, he gestured as if he had lost his voice. Some clever bystanders joked that it seemed the orator had been struck that night with a silver-related ailment. Soon after, as the people realized he had been bribed, they grew angry and wouldn’t allow him to speak or defend himself, drowning him out with noise; one man shouted, “What, you men of Athens, will you not listen to the cup-bearer?” Eventually, they expelled Harpalus from the city, and fearing they would be held accountable for the treasure that the orators had taken, they launched a strict investigation, going door to door; only Callicles, the son of Arrhenidas, who had just gotten married, was spared from being searched, out of respect for the bride who was inside, as Theopompus writes.
Demosthenes resisted the inquisition, and proposed a decree to refer the business to the court of Areopagus, and to punish those whom that court should find guilty. But being himself one of the first whom the court condemned, when he came to the bar, he was fined fifty talents, and committed to prison; where, out of shame of the crime for which he was condemned, and through the weakness of his body, growing incapable of supporting the confinement, he made his escape, by the carelessness of some and by the connivance of others of the citizens. We are told, at least, that he had not fled far from the city, when, finding that he was pursued by some of those who had been his adversaries, he endeavored to hide himself. But when they called him by his name, and coming up nearer to him, desired he would accept from them some money which they had brought from home as a provision for his journey, and to that purpose only had followed him, when they entreated him to take courage, and to bear up against his misfortune, he burst out into much greater lamentation, saying, “But how is it possible to support myself under so heavy an affliction, since I leave a city in which I have such enemies, as in any other it is not easy to find friends.” He did not show much fortitude in his banishment, spending his time for the most part in Aegina and Troezen, and, with tears in his eyes, looking towards the country of Attica. And there remain upon record some sayings of his, little resembling those sentiments of generosity and bravery which he used to express when he had the management of the commonwealth. For, as he was departing out of the city, it is reported, he lifted up his hands towards the Acropolis, and said, “O Lady Minerva, how is it that thou takest delight in three such fierce untractable beast, the owl, the snake, and the people?” The young men that came to visit and converse with him, he deterred from meddling with state affairs, telling them, that if at first two ways had been proposed to him, the one leading to the speaker’s stand and the assembly, the other going direct to destruction, and he could have foreseen the many evils which attend those who deal in public business, such as fears, envies, calumnies, and contentions, he would certainly have taken that which led straight on to his death.
Demosthenes opposed the investigation and suggested a decree to send the matter to the court of Areopagus, with the intention of punishing those the court found guilty. However, he was one of the first that the court condemned. When he stood trial, he was fined fifty talents and imprisoned; out of shame for the crime he was accused of and weakened by the confinement, he managed to escape, thanks to some citizens being careless and others turning a blind eye. It’s said that he hadn’t fled far from the city when he realized he was being pursued by some of his former opponents, and he tried to hide. When they called out his name and got closer, they offered him money they had brought from home for his journey and urged him to take courage and endure his misfortune. He then broke down, saying, “But how can I support myself under such a heavy burden, given that I leave a city where I have such fierce enemies, and finding friends anywhere else is just as hard.” He didn’t show much strength during his exile, spending most of his time in Aegina and Troezen, often tearing up while looking back at Attica. Some of his remarks from that period starkly contrast with the bravery and generosity he once displayed while in charge of the government. Reportedly, as he left the city, he raised his hands towards the Acropolis and said, “O Lady Minerva, why do you take pleasure in such fierce, untamable creatures—the owl, the snake, and the people?” He discouraged the young men who came to visit him from getting involved in politics, telling them that if he had been presented with two choices at the beginning—one leading to the speaker's podium and the assembly, the other straight to ruin—and had known the many evils that come with public life, like fear, jealousy, slander, and conflict, he would have definitely chosen the path that led to his death.
But now happened the death of Alexander, while Demosthenes was in this banishment which we have been speaking of. And the Grecians were once again up in arms, encouraged by the brave attempts of Leosthenes, who was then drawing a circumvallation about Antipater, whom he held close besieged in Lamia. Pytheas, therefore, the orator, and Callimedon, called the Crab, fled from Athens, and taking sides with Antipater, went about with his friends and ambassadors to keep the Grecians from revolting and taking part with the Athenians. But, on the other side, Demosthenes, associating himself with the ambassadors that came from Athens, used his utmost endeavors and gave them his best assistance in persuading the cities to fall unanimously upon the Macedonians, and to drive them out of Greece. Phylarchus says that in Arcadia there happened a rencounter between Pytheas and Demosthenes, which came at last to downright railing, while the one pleaded for the Macedonians, and the other for the Grecians. Pytheas said, that as we always suppose there is some disease in the family to which they bring asses’ milk, so wherever there comes an embassy from Athens, that city must needs be indisposed. And Demosthenes answered him, retorting the comparison: “Asses’ milk is brought to restore health, and the Athenians come for the safety and recovery of the sick.” With this conduct the people of Athens were so well pleased, that they decreed the recall of Demosthenes from banishment. The decree was brought in by Demon the Paeanian, cousin to Demosthenes. So they sent him a ship to Aegina, and he landed at the port of Piraeus, where he was met and joyfully received by all the citizens, not so much as an Archon or a priest staying behind. And Demetrius, the Magnesian, says, that he lifted up his hands towards heaven, and blessed this day of his happy return, as far more honorable than that of Alcibiades; since he was recalled by his countrymen, not through any force or constraint put upon them, but by their own good-will and free inclinations. There remained only his pecuniary fine, which, according to law, could not be remitted by the people. But they found out a way to elude the law. It was a custom with them to allow a certain quantity of silver to those who were to furnish and adorn the altar for the sacrifice of Jupiter Soter. This office, for that turn, they bestowed on Demosthenes, and for the performance of it ordered him fifty talents, the very sum in which he was condemned.
But then Alexander died while Demosthenes was in the exile we’ve talked about. The Greeks rallied again, inspired by the brave efforts of Leosthenes, who was besieging Antipater in Lamia. So, Pytheas the orator and Callimedon, nicknamed the Crab, fled Athens and sided with Antipater, working with his friends and ambassadors to stop the Greeks from revolting and teaming up with the Athenians. On the other hand, Demosthenes teamed up with the ambassadors from Athens and did everything he could to persuade the cities to unite against the Macedonians and drive them out of Greece. Phylarchus mentions that in Arcadia, there was a heated argument between Pytheas and Demosthenes, with one supporting the Macedonians and the other the Greeks. Pytheas remarked that just as people assume there’s some illness in a family that brings in donkey milk, whenever there’s an embassy from Athens, that city must be unwell. Demosthenes replied, turning the insult around: “Donkey milk is brought to restore health, and the Athenians come for the safety and recovery of the sick.” The people of Athens were so pleased with Demosthenes’ response that they voted to bring him back from exile. The decree was introduced by Demon the Paeanian, who was Demosthenes’ cousin. They sent a ship to Aegina, and he landed at Piraeus, where he was greeted joyfully by all the citizens, with not even an Archon or priest left behind. Demetrius the Magnesian noted that he raised his hands to the sky and blessed the day of his return, considering it much more honorable than Alcibiades’ return, as he was called back by his fellow citizens out of their own goodwill rather than under any duress. The only remaining issue was his financial penalty, which, by law, the people couldn’t cancel. But they figured out a way around it. It was customary for them to allocate some silver to those who would provide and decorate the altar for the sacrifice to Jupiter Soter. They assigned this task to Demosthenes and provided him with fifty talents, exactly the amount he was fined.
Yet it was no long time that he enjoyed his country after his return, the attempts of the Greeks being soon all utterly defeated. For the battle at Cranon happened in Metagitnion, in Boedromion the garrison entered into Munychia, and in the Pyanepsion following died Demosthenes after this manner.
Yet he didn't enjoy his country for long after returning, as the Greeks' attempts were soon completely defeated. The battle at Cranonia occurred in Metagitnion, in Boedromion the garrison entered Munychia, and then in Pyanepsion, Demosthenes died in this way.
Upon the report that Antipater and Craterus were coming to Athens, Demosthenes with his party took their opportunity to escape privily out of the city; but sentence of death was, upon the motion of Demades, passed upon them by the people. They dispersed themselves, flying some to one place, some to another; and Antipater sent about his soldiers into all quarters to apprehend them. Archias was their captain, and was thence called the exile-hunter. He was a Thurian born, and is reported to have been an actor of tragedies, and they say that Polus, of Aegina, the best actor of his time, was his scholar; but Hermippus reckons Archias among the disciples of Lacritus, the orator, and Demetrius says, he spent some time with Anaximenes. This Archias finding Hyperides the orator, Aristonicus of Marathon, and Himeraeus, the brother of Demetrius the Phalerian, in Aegina, took them by force out of the temple of Aeacus, whither they were fled for safety, and sent them to Antipater, then at Cleonae, where they were all put to death; and Hyperides, they say, had his tongue cut out.
After hearing that Antipater and Craterus were heading to Athens, Demosthenes and his group seized the chance to sneak out of the city. However, on Demades' suggestion, the people voted to sentence them to death. They scattered, some to one place and some to another, while Antipater sent his soldiers everywhere to catch them. Archias led the hunt for them, earning the nickname the exile-hunter. He was from Thurii and was said to have been a tragic actor, with Polus of Aegina, one of the best actors of his time, as his student. Hermippus lists Archias among the students of the orator Lacritus, and Demetrius mentions that he spent some time with Anaximenes. Archias found Hyperides, the orator, Aristonicus of Marathon, and Himeraeus, the brother of Demetrius the Phalerian, in Aegina. He forcibly took them from the temple of Aeacus, where they had sought refuge, and sent them to Antipater, who was then at Cleonae, where they were all executed; they say Hyperides had his tongue cut out.
Demosthenes, he heard, had taken sanctuary at the temple of Neptune in Calauria, and, crossing over thither in some light vessels, as soon as he had landed himself, and the Thracian spear-men that came with him, he endeavored to persuade Demosthenes to accompany him to Antipater, as if he should meet with no hard usage from him. But Demosthenes, in his sleep the night before, had a strange dream. It seemed to him that he was acting a tragedy, and contended with Archias for the victory; and though he acquitted himself well, and gave good satisfaction to the spectators, yet for want of better furniture and provision for the stage, he lost the day. And so, while Archias was discoursing to him with many expressions of kindness, he sat still in the same posture, and looking up steadfastly upon him, “O Archias,” said he, “I am as little affected by your promises now as I used formerly to be by your acting.” Archias at this beginning to grow angry and to threaten him, “Now,” said Demosthenes, “you speak like the genuine Macedonian oracle; before you were but acting a part. Therefore forbear only a little, while I write a word or two home to my family.” Having thus spoken, he withdrew into the temple, and taking a scroll, as if he meant to write, he put the reed into his mouth, and biting it, as he was wont to do when he was thoughtful or writing, he held it there for some time. Then he bowed down his head and covered it. The soldiers that stood at the door, supposing all this to proceed from want of courage and fear of death, in derision called him effeminate, and faint-hearted, and coward. And Archias, drawing near, desired him to rise up, and repeating the same kind things he had spoken before, he once more promised him to make his peace with Antipater. But Demosthenes, perceiving that now the poison had pierced and seized his vitals, uncovered his head, and fixing his eyes upon Archias, “Now,” said he, “as soon as you please you may commence the part of Creon in the tragedy, and cast out this body of mine unburied. But, O gracious Neptune, I, for my part, while I am yet alive, arise up and depart out of this sacred place; though Antipater and the Macedonians have not left so much as thy temple unpolluted.” After he had thus spoken and desired to be held up, because already he began to tremble and stagger, as he was going forward, and passing by the altar, he fell down, and with a groan gave up the ghost.
Demosthenes heard that he had taken refuge at the temple of Neptune in Calauria. He crossed over there in some small boats, and as soon as he landed with the Thracian spearmen who came with him, he tried to convince Demosthenes to go with him to Antipater, acting like he wouldn’t face any harsh treatment. However, Demosthenes had a strange dream the night before. It seemed like he was performing in a tragedy, competing with Archias for the win. Even though he performed well and impressed the audience, he lost because he didn’t have the right props and stage setup. So, while Archias was speaking to him with a lot of kind words, Demosthenes remained silent, staring at him and said, “Oh Archias, your promises mean as little to me now as your acting used to.” Archias got angry and started to threaten him. “Now,” Demosthenes said, “you're sounding like a true Macedonian oracle; before, you were just playing a role. So just wait a moment while I write a quick note to my family.” After saying this, he went into the temple, and taking a scroll as if he was going to write, he put the reed in his mouth and bit it, like he did when he was deep in thought or writing, and held it there for a while. Then he lowered his head and covered it. The soldiers at the door, thinking this was due to fear of death, mocked him, calling him weak and cowardly. Archias approached, asking him to get up, repeating the same kind words from before, and promised to intercede with Antipater for him again. But Demosthenes, realizing that the poison had taken hold of him, uncovered his head and looked directly at Archias. “Now,” he said, “you can start your role as Creon in this tragedy and dispose of my body unburied. But, oh gracious Neptune, while I'm still alive, I'm getting up and leaving this sacred place; even though Antipater and the Macedonians have defiled even your temple.” After saying this and asking to be supported because he was already starting to shake, as he moved forward and passed the altar, he collapsed and groaned before he died.
Ariston says that he took the poison out of a reed, as we have shown before. But Pappus, a certain historian whose history was recovered by Hermippus, says, that as he fell near the altar, there was found in his scroll this beginning only of a letter, and nothing more, “Demosthenes to Antipater.” And that when his sudden death was much wondered at, the Thracians who guarded the doors reported that he took the poison into his hand out of a rag, and put it in his mouth, and that they imagined it had been gold which he swallowed; but the maid that served him, being examined by the followers of Archias, affirmed that he had worn it in a bracelet for a long time, as an amulet. And Eratosthenes also says that he kept the poison in a hollow ring, and that that ring was the bracelet which he wore about his arm. There are various other statements made by the many authors who have related the story, but there is no need to enter into their discrepancies; yet I must not omit what is said by Demochares, the relation of Demosthenes, who is of opinion, it was not by the help of poison that he met with so sudden and so easy a death, but that by the singular favor and providence of the gods he was thus rescued from the cruelty of the Macedonians. He died on the sixteenth of Pyanepsion, the most sad and solemn day of the Thesmophoria, which the women observe by fasting in the temple of the goddess.
Ariston claims that he took the poison from a reed, as we mentioned earlier. However, Pappus, a historian whose work was recovered by Hermippus, reports that as he collapsed near the altar, they found only the beginning of a letter in his scroll that read, “Demosthenes to Antipater.” When his unexpected death caused much speculation, the Thracians guarding the doors stated that he took the poison from a rag and put it in his mouth, believing he had swallowed gold. However, the maid who served him, when questioned by Archias's followers, insisted that he had worn it in a bracelet for a long time as an amulet. Eratosthenes also noted that he kept the poison in a hollow ring, which was the bracelet he wore on his arm. Many other authors have made various claims regarding the story, but there's no need to delve into their differences. Still, I must mention Demochares, who was related to Demosthenes and believes that his sudden and painless death wasn’t due to poison but rather a unique favor and guidance from the gods that spared him from the brutality of the Macedonians. He died on the sixteenth of Pyanepsion, the saddest and most solemn day of the Thesmophoria, which women commemorate by fasting in the temple of the goddess.
Soon after his death, the people of Athens bestowed on him such honors as he had deserved. They erected his statue of brass; they decreed that the eldest of his family should be maintained in the Prytaneum; and on the base of his statue was engraven the famous inscription, —
Soon after his death, the people of Athens honored him in ways he truly deserved. They built a bronze statue of him; they declared that the eldest member of his family should be supported in the Prytaneum; and on the base of his statue was engraved the famous inscription, —
Had you for Greece been strong, as wise you were,
The Macedonian had not conquered her.
If you had been as strong for Greece as you were wise,
The Macedonian wouldn't have conquered her.
For it is simply ridiculous to say, as some have related, that Demosthenes made these verses himself in Calauria, as he was about to take the poison.
For it is just absurd to claim, as some have said, that Demosthenes wrote these verses himself in Calauria while he was about to take the poison.
A little before we went to Athens, the following incident was said to have happened. A soldier, being summoned to appear before his superior officer, and answer to an accusation brought against him, put that little gold which he had into the hands of Demosthenes’s statue. The fingers of this statue were folded one within another, and near it grew a small plane-tree, from which many leaves, either accidentally blown thither by the wind, or placed so on purpose by the man himself falling together, and lying round about the gold, concealed it for a long time. In the end, the soldier returned, and found his treasure entire, and the fame of this incident was spread abroad. And many ingenious persons of the city competed with each other, on this occasion, to vindicate the integrity of Demosthenes, in several epigrams which they made on the subject.
A little before we went to Athens, the following incident was said to have happened. A soldier, called to appear before his superior officer to respond to an accusation against him, placed the little gold he had into the hands of Demosthenes’s statue. The fingers of this statue were interlocked, and nearby grew a small plane tree, from which many leaves, either accidentally blown there by the wind or deliberately placed by the soldier himself, fell around the gold and covered it for a long time. Eventually, the soldier returned and found his treasure intact, and the story of this incident became widely known. Many clever citizens of the city competed with each other to praise the integrity of Demosthenes through various epigrams they created about the incident.
As for Demades, he did not long enjoy the new honors he now came in for, divine vengeance for the death of Demosthenes pursuing him into Macedonia, where he was justly put to death by those whom he had basely flattered. They were weary of him before, but at this time the guilt he lay under was manifest and undeniable. For some of his letters were intercepted, in which he had encouraged Perdiccas to fall upon Macedonia, and to save the Grecians, who, he said, hung only by an old rotten thread, meaning Antipater. Of this he was accused by Dinarchus, the Corinthian, and Cassander was so enraged, that he first slew his son in his bosom, and then gave orders to execute him; who might-now at last, by his own extreme misfortunes, learn the lesson, that traitors, who make sale of their country, sell themselves first; a truth which Demosthenes had often foretold him, and he would never believe. Thus, Sosius, you have the life of Demosthenes, from such accounts as we have either read or heard concerning him.
As for Demades, he didn't enjoy the new honors he received for long. Divine retribution for the death of Demosthenes tracked him down in Macedonia, where he was justly executed by those he had shamefully flattered. They were already tired of him, but at this point, his guilt was clear and undeniable. Some of his letters were intercepted, in which he urged Perdiccas to attack Macedonia and to save the Greeks, who he said were hanging by a thread—referring to Antipater. He was accused of this by Dinarchus, the Corinthian, and Cassander was so furious that he first killed his son right in front of him and then ordered Demades' execution. He might finally have learned through his own extreme misfortunes that traitors, who sell out their country, end up selling themselves first—a truth that Demosthenes had often warned him about, but which he never believed. Thus, Sosius, you have the life of Demosthenes based on the accounts we have read or heard about him.
CICERO
It is generally said, that Helvia, the mother of Cicero, was both well born and lived a fair life; but of his father nothing is reported but in extremes. For whilst some would have him the son of a fuller, and educated in that trade, others carry back the origin of his family to Tullus Attius, an illustrious king of the Volscians, who waged war not without honor against the Romans. However, he who first of that house was surnamed Cicero seems to have been a person worthy to be remembered; since those who succeeded him not only did not reject, but were fond of that name, though vulgarly made a matter of reproach. For the Latins call a vetch Cicer, and a nick or dent at the tip of his nose, which resembled the opening in a vetch, gave him the surname of Cicero.
It’s generally acknowledged that Helvia, Cicero’s mother, came from a good family and lived a decent life; however, little is known about his father except for extreme opinions. Some say he was the son of a fuller and trained in that trade, while others trace his family back to Tullus Attius, a famous king of the Volscians, who fought honorably against the Romans. Nevertheless, the first person from that family to be called Cicero seems to have been someone worth remembering; those who followed him not only accepted that name but also embraced it, even though it was often used in a derogatory way. In Latin, they call a vetch Cicer, and a nick or dent at the tip of his nose, which looked like the opening in a vetch, earned him the surname Cicero.
Cicero, whose story I am writing, is said to have replied with spirit to some of his friends, who recommended him to lay aside or change the name when he first stood for office and engaged in politics, that he would make it his endeavor to render the name of Cicero more glorious than that of the Scauri and Catuli. And when he was quaestor in Sicily, and was making an offering of silver plate to the gods, and had inscribed his two names, Marcus and Tullius, instead of the third he jestingly told the artificer to engrave the figure of a vetch by them. Thus much is told us about his name.
Cicero, whose story I'm sharing, is said to have responded with enthusiasm to some friends who advised him to change or drop his name when he first ran for office and got into politics. He declared that he would strive to make the name Cicero even more famous than that of the Scauri and Catuli. One time, when he was a quaestor in Sicily and was presenting a silver offering to the gods, he had his two names, Marcus and Tullius, inscribed, and jokingly told the craftsman to engrave the image of a vetch beside them. This is what we know about his name.
Of his birth it is reported, that his mother was delivered without pain or labor, on the third of the new Calends, the same day on which now the magistrates of Rome pray and sacrifice for the emperor. It is said, also, that a vision appeared to his nurse, and foretold the child she then suckled should afterwards become a great benefit to the Roman States. To such presages, which might in general be thought mere fancies and idle talk, he himself erelong gave the credit of true prophecies. For as soon as he was of an age to begin to have lessons, he became so distinguished for his talent, and got such a name and reputation amongst the boys, that their fathers would often visit the school, that they might see young Cicero, and might be able to say that they themselves had witnessed the quickness and readiness in learning for which he was renowned. And the more rude among them used to be angry with their children, to see them, as they walked together, receiving Cicero with respect into the middle place. And being, as Plato would have, the scholar-like and philosophical temper, eager for every kind of learning, and indisposed to no description of knowledge or instruction, he showed, however, a more peculiar propensity to poetry; and there is a poem now extant, made by him when a boy, in tetrameter verse, called Pontius Glaucus. And afterwards, when he applied himself more curiously to these accomplishments, he had the name of being not only the best orator, but also the best poet of Rome. And the glory of his rhetoric still remains, notwithstanding the many new modes in speaking since his time; but his verses are forgotten and out of all repute, so many ingenious poets having followed him.
It is reported that he was born without pain or labor on the third of the new Calends, the same day when the magistrates of Rome pray and make sacrifices for the emperor. People also say that a vision appeared to his nurse, predicting that the child she was nursing would later bring great benefit to the Roman States. While such signs might generally be dismissed as mere fantasies and idle talk, he himself soon came to believe in their true prophetic nature. Once he was old enough to begin his lessons, he became well-known for his talent and earned a reputation among the boys, so much so that their fathers would often visit the school just to see young Cicero and say that they had witnessed firsthand his remarkable quickness and readiness in learning. The ruder fathers would get upset with their children for giving Cicero respect as they walked together. He was, like Plato suggested, a studious and philosophical type, eager for all kinds of learning and open to different forms of knowledge. However, he showed a particular interest in poetry, and there is a poem he wrote as a boy, in tetrameter verse, called Pontius Glaucus. Later, as he dedicated himself more seriously to these skills, he became known not only as the best orator but also as the best poet in Rome. While his rhetorical glory still stands strong, despite many new speaking styles that have emerged since his time, his poetry has been forgotten and lost its reputation, as so many talented poets have come after him.
Leaving his juvenile studies, he became an auditor of Philo the Academic, whom the Romans, above all the other scholars of Clitomachus, admired for his eloquence and loved for his character. He also sought the company of the Mucii, who were eminent statesmen and leaders in the senate, and acquired from them a knowledge of the laws. For some short time he served in arms under Sylla, in the Marsian war. But perceiving the commonwealth running into factions, and from faction all things tending to an absolute monarchy, he betook himself to a retired and contemplative life, and conversing with the learned Greeks, devoted himself to study, till Sylla had obtained the government, and the commonwealth was in some kind of settlement.
Leaving behind his early studies, he became a student of Philo the Academic, who the Romans admired more than any other scholar of Clitomachus for his eloquence and respected for his character. He also sought the company of the Mucii, who were prominent statesmen and leaders in the senate, and learned from them about the laws. For a brief period, he served in the military under Sylla during the Marsian war. However, noticing the state falling into factions, and those factions pushing everything toward an absolute monarchy, he decided to live a quiet and reflective life. He engaged with learned Greeks and focused on study until Sylla took control of the government and the state found some level of stability.
At this time, Chrysogonus, Sylla’s emancipated slave, having laid an information about an estate belonging to one who was said to have been put to death by proscription, had bought it himself for two thousand drachmas. And when Roscius, the son and heir of the dead, complained, and demonstrated the estate to be worth two hundred and fifty talents, Sylla took it angrily to have his actions questioned, and preferred a process against Roscius for the murder of his father, Chrysogonus managing the evidence. None of the advocates durst assist him, but fearing the cruelty of Sylla, avoided the cause. The young man, being thus deserted, came for refuge to Cicero. Cicero’s friends encouraged him, saying he was not likely ever to have a fairer and more honorable introduction to public life; he therefore undertook the defense, carried the cause, and got much renown for it.
At this time, Chrysogonus, Sulla’s freed slave, had reported on an estate that belonged to someone who was believed to have been killed through proscription, and he bought it himself for two thousand drachmas. When Roscius, the son and heir of the deceased, complained and proved that the estate was worth two hundred and fifty talents, Sulla took it as a personal affront to have his actions questioned and launched a prosecution against Roscius for his father’s murder, with Chrysogonus managing the evidence. None of the lawyers dared to help him, fearing Sulla's brutality, so they stayed away from the case. Left with no support, the young man sought refuge with Cicero. Cicero’s friends encouraged him, saying he would likely never have a better or more honorable opportunity to enter public life; he then took on the defense, won the case, and gained a lot of fame for it.
But fearing Sylla, he traveled into Greece, and gave it out that he did so for the benefit of his health. And indeed he was lean and meager, and had such a weakness in his stomach, that he could take nothing but a spare and thin diet, and that not till late in the evening. His voice was loud and good, but so harsh and unmanaged that in vehemence and heat of speaking he always raised it to so high a tone, that there seemed to be reason to fear about his health.
But fearing Sylla, he traveled to Greece and claimed he was going for his health. He was indeed thin and gaunt, suffering from such a stomach issue that he could only eat a light diet, and not until late in the evening. His voice was loud and strong, but it was also rough and uncontrolled. In his passion and intensity while speaking, he always raised it to such a high pitch that it made one worry about his health.
When he came to Athens, he was a hearer of Antiochus of Ascalon, with whose fluency and elegance of diction he was much taken, although he did not approve of his innovations in doctrine. For Antiochus had now fallen off from the New Academy, as they call it, and forsaken the sect of Carneades, whether that he was moved by the argument of manifestness and the senses, or, as some say, had been led by feelings of rivalry and opposition to the followers of Clitomachus and Philo to change his opinions, and in most things to embrace the doctrine of the Stoics. But Cicero rather affected and adhered to the doctrines of the New Academy; and purposed with himself, if he should be disappointed of any employment in the commonwealth, to retire hither from pleading and political affairs, and to pass his life with quiet in the study of philosophy.
When he arrived in Athens, he was a student of Antiochus of Ascalon, whose smooth speaking and elegant writing impressed him, even though he didn’t agree with his changes in belief. Antiochus had turned away from what’s known as the New Academy and the teachings of Carneades, whether because he was convinced by arguments based on clear evidence and the senses, or, as some suggest, out of rivalry and opposition to the followers of Clitomachus and Philo, leading him to adopt many ideas from the Stoics. However, Cicero was more drawn to and committed to the New Academy’s teachings. He planned that if he didn't find any political opportunities, he would leave the court and public life to live peacefully while studying philosophy.
But after he had received the news of Sylla’s death, and his body, strengthened again by exercise, was come to a vigorous habit, his voice managed and rendered sweet and full to the ear and pretty well brought into keeping with his general constitution, his friends at Rome earnestly soliciting him by letters, and Antiochus also urging him to return to public affairs, he again prepared for use his orator’s instrument of rhetoric, and summoned into action his political faculties, diligently exercising himself in declamations, and attending the most celebrated rhetoricians of the time. He sailed from Athens for Asia and Rhodes. Amongst the Asian masters, he conversed with Xenocles of Adramyttium, Dionysius of Magnesia, and Menippus of Caria; at Rhodes, he studied oratory with Apollonius, the son of Molon, and philosophy with Posidonius. Apollonius, we are told, not understanding Latin, requested Cicero to declaim in Greek. He complied willingly, thinking that his faults would thus be better pointed out to him. And after he finished, all his other hearers were astonished, and contended who should praise him most, but Apollonius, who had shown no signs of excitement whilst he was hearing him, so also now, when it was over, sat musing for some considerable time, without any remark. And when Cicero was discomposed at this, he said, “You have my praise and admiration, Cicero, and Greece my pity and commiseration, since those arts and that eloquence which are the only glories that remain to her, will now be transferred by you to Rome.”
But after he received the news of Sylla’s death, and his body, once again strong from exercise, had become vigorous, his voice was well-managed, sounding sweet and full to the ear and aligned with his overall constitution. His friends in Rome were eagerly writing to him, and Antiochus was also pushing him to return to public life. He once more prepared to use his rhetorical skills, activating his political abilities, practicing declamations, and attending the most famous rhetoricians of the time. He sailed from Athens to Asia and Rhodes. In Asia, he engaged with Xenocles of Adramyttium, Dionysius of Magnesia, and Menippus of Caria; at Rhodes, he studied oratory with Apollonius, the son of Molon, and philosophy with Posidonius. It’s said that Apollonius, not knowing Latin, asked Cicero to speak in Greek. Cicero gladly agreed, thinking it would help highlight his mistakes. After he finished, all the listeners were amazed, competing to praise him the most, but Apollonius, who had shown no reaction during the speech, sat in deep thought for a long time afterward without saying anything. When Cicero became uneasy about this, Apollonius said, “You have my praise and admiration, Cicero, and Greece my pity, since the arts and eloquence that are her only glories will now be taken by you to Rome.”
And now when Cicero, full of expectation, was again bent upon political affairs, a certain oracle blunted the edge of his inclination; for consulting the god of Delphi how he should attain most glory, the Pythoness answered, by making his own genius and not the opinion of the people the guide of his life; and therefore at first he passed his time in Rome cautiously, and was very backward in pretending to public offices, so that he was at that time in little esteem, and had got the names, so readily given by low and ignorant people in Rome, of Greek and Scholar. But when his own desire of fame and the eagerness of his father and relations had made him take in earnest to pleading, he made no slow or gentle advance to the first place, but shone out in full luster at once, and far surpassed all the advocates of the bar. At first, it is said, he, as well as Demosthenes, was defective in his delivery, and on that account paid much attention to the instructions, sometimes of Roscius the comedian, and sometimes of Aesop the tragedian. They tell of this Aesop, that whilst he was representing on the theater Atreus deliberating the revenge of Thyestes, he was so transported beyond himself in the heat of action, that he struck with his scepter one of the servants, who was running across the stage, so violently, that he laid him dead upon the place. And such afterwards was Cicero’s delivery, that it did not a little contribute to render his eloquence persuasive. He used to ridicule loud speakers, saying that they shouted because they could not speak, like lame men who get on horseback because they cannot walk. And his readiness and address in sarcasm, and generally in witty sayings, was thought to suit a pleader very well, and to be highly attractive, but his using it to excess offended many, and gave him the repute of ill nature.
And now, when Cicero was eager to get back into politics, a certain oracle dampened his enthusiasm. When he consulted the god of Delphi on how to gain the most glory, the oracle advised him to follow his own instincts rather than public opinion. As a result, he initially took a cautious approach in Rome and was reluctant to seek public office, which led to him being held in low regard and earning the labels of "Greek" and "Scholar" from the unrefined people in Rome. However, once his desire for fame and the eagerness of his father and relatives pushed him to seriously pursue a career in law, he quickly rose to prominence and stood out brilliantly, far outweighing all the other advocates at the bar. At first, it's said that he, like Demosthenes, struggled with his delivery, so he paid keen attention to the teachings of Roscius the comedian and Aesop the tragedian. They say that during a performance where Aesop portrayed Atreus contemplating Thyestes' revenge, he became so caught up in the moment that he struck one of the servants running across the stage with his scepter so hard that he killed him instantly. Cicero's delivery later became so impactful that it significantly enhanced his eloquence. He would mock loud speakers, claiming they shouted because they couldn't articulate well, similar to the way people who can't walk ride horses. His quick wit and sarcasm were seen as fitting for a lawyer and quite appealing, but his overuse of it annoyed many and earned him a reputation for being ill-natured.
He was appointed quaestor in a great scarcity of corn, and had Sicily for his province, where, though at first he displeased many, by compelling them to send in their provisions to Rome, yet after they had had experience of his care, justice, and clemency, they honored him more than ever they did any of their governors before. It happened, also, that some young Romans of good and noble families, charged with neglect of discipline and misconduct in military service, were brought before the praetor in Sicily. Cicero undertook their defense, which he conducted admirably, and got them acquitted. So returning to Rome with a great opinion of himself for these things, a ludicrous incident befell him, as he tells us himself. Meeting an eminent citizen in Campania, whom he accounted his friend, he asked him what the Romans said and thought of his actions, as if the whole city had been filled with the glory of what he had done. His friend asked him in reply, “Where is it you have been, Cicero?” This for the time utterly mortified and cast him down, to perceive that the report of his actions had sunk into the city of Rome as into an immense ocean, without any visible effect or result in reputation. And afterwards considering with himself that the glory he contended for was an infinite thing, and that there was no fixed end nor measure in its pursuit, he abated much of his ambitious thoughts. Nevertheless, he was always excessively pleased with his own praise, and continued to the very last to be passionately fond of glory; which often interfered with the prosecution of his wisest resolutions.
He was appointed quaestor during a severe shortage of grain and was assigned Sicily as his province. Initially, he upset many by forcing them to send their supplies to Rome, but after they experienced his care, fairness, and kindness, they respected him more than any of their previous governors. Additionally, some young Romans from noble families, who were accused of being undisciplined and misbehaving in military service, were brought before the praetor in Sicily. Cicero volunteered to defend them, and he did so exceptionally well, securing their acquittal. He returned to Rome feeling quite proud of these achievements, but then a funny incident happened to him, which he recounts himself. While in Campania, he ran into a prominent citizen whom he considered a friend and asked what the people of Rome were saying and thinking about his actions, as if the entire city was buzzing with admiration for him. His friend replied, “Where have you been, Cicero?” This response embarrassed and disheartened him because he realized that the news of his deeds had sunk into Rome like a stone in an ocean, leaving no noticeable impact on his reputation. Reflecting on it later, he understood that the glory he sought was endless and that there were no clear limits or measures to its pursuit, which made him tone down his ambitious thoughts. Nonetheless, he remained excessively pleased with his own praise and continued to be passionately fond of glory until the very end, which often got in the way of his shrewdest plans.
On beginning to apply himself more resolutely to public business, he remarked it as an unreasonable and absurd thing that artificers, using vessels and instruments inanimate, should know the name, place, and use of every one of them, and yet the statesman, whose instruments for carrying out public measures are men, should be negligent and careless in the knowledge of persons. And so he not only acquainted himself with the names, but also knew the particular place where every one of the more eminent citizens dwelt, what lands he possessed, the friends he made use of, and those that were of his neighborhood, and when he traveled on any road in Italy, he could readily name and show the estates and seats of his friends and acquaintance. Having so small an estate, though a sufficient competency for his own expenses, it was much wondered at that he took neither fees nor gifts from his clients, and more especially, that he did not do so when he undertook the prosecution of Verres. This Verres, who had been praetor of Sicily, and stood charged by the Sicilians of many evil practices during his government there, Cicero succeeded in getting condemned, not by speaking, but in a manner by holding his tongue. For the praetors, favoring Verres, had deferred the trial by several adjournments to the last day, in which it was evident there could not be sufficient time for the advocates to be heard, and the cause brought to an issue. Cicero, therefore, came forward, and said there was no need of speeches; and after producing and examining witnesses, he required the judges to proceed to sentence. However, many witty sayings are on record, as having been used by Cicero on the occasion. When a man named Caecilius, one of the freed slaves, who was said to be given to Jewish practices, would have put by the Sicilians, and undertaken the prosecution of Verres himself, Cicero asked, “What has a Jew to do with swine?” verres being the Roman word for a boar. And when Verres began to reproach Cicero with effeminate living, “You ought,” replied he, “to use this language at home, to your sons;” Verres having a son who had fallen into disgraceful courses. Hortensius the orator, not daring directly to undertake the defense of Verres, was yet persuaded to appear for him at the laying on of the fine, and received an ivory sphinx for his reward; and when Cicero, in some passage of his speech, obliquely reflected on him, and Hortensius told him he was not skillful in solving riddles, “No,” said Cicero, “and yet you have the Sphinx in your house!”
As he began to focus more seriously on public affairs, he found it unreasonable and absurd that artisans, who work with inanimate tools, should know the name, location, and use of each item, while a statesman, whose tools for implementing public policies are people, should be careless about knowing them. So he not only learned their names but also knew exactly where every prominent citizen lived, what property they owned, the friends they associated with, and those who lived nearby. Whenever he traveled in Italy, he could easily name and point out the estates and homes of his friends and acquaintances. Despite owning a modest estate, which was enough for his own expenses, many were surprised that he neither accepted fees nor gifts from his clients, especially when he took on the case against Verres. Verres, who had been the praetor of Sicily, was accused by the Sicilians of numerous wrongdoings during his time in office, and Cicero managed to secure a conviction, not through grand speeches, but rather by staying silent at key moments. The praetors, who were biased in favor of Verres, had postponed the trial multiple times to the final day, when it was clear no time remained for the advocates to make their cases. Cicero stepped up and stated that speeches were unnecessary; after presenting and examining witnesses, he urged the judges to deliver a verdict. Many witty comments from Cicero about the situation have been recorded. When a man named Caecilius, one of the freedmen said to practice Jewish customs, tried to take over the prosecution of Verres from the Sicilians, Cicero asked, “What does a Jew have to do with swine?” as "verres" means boar in Latin. When Verres started to insult Cicero for living an effeminate lifestyle, Cicero replied, “You should keep that talk at home, to your sons,” referring to Verres, who had a son involved in disgraceful behavior. Hortensius, the orator, hesitant to defend Verres directly, was still convinced to represent him when it came time to impose the fine and received an ivory sphinx as his payment. When Cicero indirectly made a remark about him during his speech, Hortensius replied that he wasn’t good at solving riddles, to which Cicero responded, “No, but you have the Sphinx at your house!”
Verres was thus convicted; though Cicero, who set the fine at seventy-five myriads, lay under the suspicion of being corrupted by bribery to lessen the sum. But the Sicilians, in testimony of their gratitude, came and brought him all sorts of presents from the island, when he was aedile; of which he made no private profit himself, but used their generosity only to reduce the public price of provisions.
Verres was found guilty; however, Cicero, who set the fine at seventy-five million, was suspected of being bribed to lower the amount. Yet, the Sicilians, showing their gratitude, came to him with various gifts from the island while he was aedile; he didn't keep any of these gifts for himself but instead used their generosity to lower the public price of food.
He had a very pleasant seat at Arpi, he had also a farm near Naples, and another about Pompeii, but neither of any great value. The portion of his wife, Terentia, amounted to ten myriads, and he had a bequest valued at nine myriads of denarii; upon these he lived in a liberal but temperate style, with the learned Greeks and Romans that were his familiars. He rarely, if at any time, sat down to meat till sunset, and that not so much on account of business, as for his health and the weakness of his stomach. He was otherwise in the care of his body nice and delicate, appointing himself, for example, a set number of walks and rubbings. And after this manner managing the habit of his body, he brought it in time to be healthful, and capable of supporting many great fatigues and trials. His father’s house he made over to his brother, living himself near the Palatine hill, that he might not give the trouble of long journeys to those that made suit to him. And, indeed, there were not fewer daily appearing at his door, to do their court to him, than there were that came to Crassus for his riches, or to Pompey for his power amongst the soldiers, these being at that time the two men of the greatest repute and influence in Rome. Nay, even Pompey himself used to pay court to Cicero, and Cicero’s public actions did much to establish Pompey’s authority and reputation in the state.
He had a nice place at Arpi, and he also owned a farm near Naples and another one by Pompeii, but neither was particularly valuable. His wife, Terentia, had a dowry of ten myriads, and he received an inheritance worth nine myriads of denarii; with these, he lived in a generous but sensible manner with the educated Greeks and Romans he was familiar with. He rarely, if ever, ate before sunset, not so much because of work, but for his health and a sensitive stomach. He took good care of his body, setting a specific number of walks and massages for himself. By managing his physical habits this way, he eventually became healthy and able to handle many difficult challenges and hardships. He transferred his father's house to his brother, living himself near the Palatine Hill, so he wouldn’t have to put those who sought his help through long journeys. In fact, just as many people showed up at his door daily to gain his favor as those who visited Crassus for his wealth or Pompey for his power among the soldiers, who were the two most prominent and influential men in Rome at that time. Even Pompey himself used to seek Cicero's favor, and Cicero's public actions greatly helped to support Pompey’s authority and reputation in the state.
Numerous distinguished competitors stood with him for the praetor’s office; but he was chosen before them all, and managed the decision of causes with justice and integrity. It is related that Licinius Macer, a man himself of great power in the city, and supported also by the assistance of Crassus, was accused before him of extortion, and that, in confidence on his own interest and the diligence of his friends, whilst the judges were debating about the sentence, he went to his house, where hastily trimming his hair and putting on a clean gown, as already acquitted, he was setting off again to go to the Forum; but at his hall door meeting Crassus, who told him that he was condemned by all the votes, he went in again, threw himself upon his bed, and died immediately. This verdict was considered very creditable to Cicero, as showing his careful management of the courts of justice. On another occasion, Vatinius, a man of rude manners and often insolent in court to the magistrates, who had large swellings on his neck, came before his tribunal and made some request, and on Cicero’s desiring further time to consider it, told him that he himself would have made no question about it, had he been praetor. Cicero, turning quickly upon him, answered, “But I, you see, have not the neck that you have.”
Many prominent candidates were running for the praetor’s office; however, he was selected above them all and handled cases with fairness and integrity. It's said that Licinius Macer, a powerful man in the city and backed by Crassus, faced accusations of extortion before him. Confident in his own standing and the support of his friends, while the judges deliberated on the sentence, he headed home, quickly groomed himself, and put on a fresh toga, thinking he was already exonerated. As he was about to leave for the Forum, he encountered Crassus, who informed him that he had been condemned by all the votes. He returned inside, collapsed on his bed, and died immediately. This verdict was seen as very honorable for Cicero, reflecting his careful management of the justice system. On another occasion, Vatinius, a man with rough manners who often showed insolence in court towards magistrates and had large lumps on his neck, approached Cicero's tribunal with a request. When Cicero asked for more time to think it over, Vatinius remarked that he wouldn’t have hesitated about it had he been praetor. Cicero quickly shot back, “But I, as you can see, don’t have a neck like yours.”
When there were but two or three days remaining in his office, Manilius was brought before him, and charged with peculation. Manilius had the good opinion and favor of the common people, and was thought to be prosecuted only for Pompey’s sake, whose particular friend he was. And therefore, when he asked a space of time before his trial, and Cicero allowed him but one day, and that the next only, the common people grew highly offended, because it had been the custom of the praetors to allow ten days at least to the accused: and the tribunes of the people having called him before the people, and accused him, he, desiring to be heard, said, that as he had always treated the accused with equity and humanity, as far as the law allowed, so he thought it hard to deny the same to Manilius, and that he had studiously appointed that day of which alone, as praetor, he was master, and that it was not the part of those that were desirous to help him, to cast the judgment of his cause upon another praetor. These things being said made a wonderful change in the people, and, commending him much for it, they desired that he himself would undertake the defense of Manilius; which he willingly consented to, and that principally for the sake of Pompey, who was absent. And, accordingly, taking his place before the people again, he delivered a bold invective upon the oligarchical party and on those who were jealous of Pompey.
With just two or three days left in his term, Manilius was brought before him and accused of embezzlement. Manilius was well-liked by the public and many believed he was being prosecuted simply because he was a close friend of Pompey. So, when he requested more time before his trial, and Cicero only granted him one day, which was the very next day, the public became very upset, as it was customary for praetors to give at least ten days to the accused. The tribunes called him in front of the people and accused him. He, wanting to be heard, stated that he had always treated the accused fairly and humanely, as much as the law allowed, and thought it unfair to deny the same to Manilius. He explained that he had carefully set the day of which he alone, as praetor, had control, and that it was not right for those wanting to help him to shift the judgment of his case to another praetor. After these remarks, the people's attitude changed dramatically, and they praised him for it, asking him to take on Manilius's defense, which he agreed to, primarily for Pompey, who was absent. Thus, taking his place before the people again, he delivered a strong speech against the oligarchs and those who envied Pompey.
Yet he was preferred to the consulship no less by the nobles than the common people, for the good of the city; and both parties jointly assisted his promotion, upon the following reasons. The change of government made by Sylla, which at first seemed a senseless one, by time and usage had now come to be considered by the people no unsatisfactory settlement. But there were some that endeavored to alter and subvert the whole present state of affairs not from any good motives, but for their own private gain; and Pompey being at this time employed in the wars with the kings of Pontus and Armenia, there was no sufficient force at Rome to suppress any attempts at a revolution. These people had for their head a man of bold, daring, and restless character, Lucius Catiline, who was accused, besides other great offenses, of deflowering his virgin daughter, and killing his own brother; for which latter crime, fearing to be prosecuted at law, he persuaded Sylla to set him down, as though he were yet alive, amongst those that were to be put to death by proscription. This man the profligate citizens choosing for their captain, gave faith to one another, amongst other pledges, by sacrificing a man and eating of his flesh; and a great part of the young men of the city were corrupted by him, he providing for everyone pleasures, drink, and women, and profusely supplying the expense of these debauches. Etruria, moreover, had all been excited to revolt, as well as a great part of Gaul within the Alps. But Rome itself was in the most dangerous inclination to change, on account of the unequal distribution of wealth and property, those of highest rank and greatest spirit having impoverished themselves by shows, entertainments, ambition of offices, and sumptuous buildings, and the riches of the city having thus fallen into the hands of mean and low-born persons. So that there wanted but a slight impetus to set all in motion, it being in the power of every daring man to overturn a sickly commonwealth.
Yet he was favored for the consulship just as much by the nobles as by the common people, for the good of the city; both groups worked together to support his rise for the following reasons. The change in government made by Sulla, which initially seemed pointless, had over time come to be accepted by the people as an acceptable arrangement. However, there were those who tried to change and undermine the current state of affairs not out of good intentions, but for their own personal gain; and with Pompey engaged in wars against the kings of Pontus and Armenia, there was not enough power in Rome to suppress any movements toward revolution. These troublemakers were led by a bold, reckless, and restless man, Lucius Catiline, who was accused of serious crimes, including deflowering his virgin daughter and murdering his own brother; fearing legal action for the latter crime, he convinced Sulla to mark him as dead in the list of those to be executed through proscription. This man was chosen as their leader by unscrupulous citizens, who demonstrated their commitment to one another through a ritual that involved sacrificing a man and eating his flesh. Many of the city's young men were led astray by him, as he provided everyone with pleasures, alcohol, and women, lavishly covering the costs of these indulgences. Additionally, Etruria and a significant portion of Gaul within the Alps had also been stirred to revolt. However, Rome itself was teetering on the brink of change due to the unequal distribution of wealth and property, as those of the highest rank and ambition had drained their resources through public shows, entertainment, aspirations for office, and extravagant buildings, resulting in the city’s wealth falling into the hands of the lowly. It took only a slight push to set everything in motion, as any audacious individual could topple a weak commonwealth.
Catiline, however, being desirous of procuring a strong position to carry out his designs, stood for the consulship, and had great hopes of success, thinking he should be appointed, with Caius Antonius as his colleague, who was a man fit to lead neither in a good cause nor in a bad one, but might be a valuable accession to another’s power. These things the greatest part of the good and honest citizens apprehending, put Cicero upon standing for the consulship; whom the people readily receiving, Catiline was put by, so that he and Caius Antonius were chosen, although amongst the competitors he was the only man descended from a father of the equestrian, and not of the senatorial order.
Catiline, wanting to secure a strong position to execute his plans, ran for the consulship and was very hopeful about his chances, believing he would be appointed alongside Caius Antonius as his colleague. Antonius was not someone capable of leading in either a good or bad cause but could be a useful addition to someone else's power. Realizing this, most of the good and honest citizens encouraged Cicero to run for the consulship. The people readily accepted Cicero, which sidelined Catiline. As a result, Cicero and Caius Antonius were elected, even though Catiline was the only candidate who came from a father in the equestrian class rather than the senatorial class.
Though the designs of Catiline were not yet publicly known, yet considerable preliminary troubles immediately followed upon Cicero’s entrance upon the consulship. For, on the one side, those who were disqualified by the laws of Sylla from holding any public offices, being neither inconsiderable in power nor in number, came forward as candidates and caressed the people for them; speaking many things truly and justly against the tyranny of Sylla, only that they disturbed the government at an improper and unseasonable time; on the other hand, the tribunes of the people proposed laws to the same purpose, constituting a commission of ten persons, with unlimited powers, in whom as supreme governors should be vested the right of selling the public lands of all Italy and Syria and Pompey’s new conquests, of judging and banishing whom they pleased, of planting colonies, of taking moneys out of the treasury, and of levying and paying what soldiers should be thought needful. And several of the nobility favored this law, but especially Caius Antonius, Cicero’s colleague, in hopes of being one of the ten. But what gave the greatest fear to the nobles was, that he was thought privy to the conspiracy of Catiline, and not to dislike it, because of his great debts.
Although Catiline's plans were not yet known to the public, significant issues quickly arose when Cicero took office as consul. On one side, those barred by Sylla’s laws from holding public office, who were significant in both influence and number, stepped forward as candidates and sought the people's favor; they spoke many truths against Sylla's tyranny, but this created chaos for the government at an inappropriate time. On the other side, the tribunes proposed laws establishing a commission of ten individuals with broad powers. This commission would gain authority over selling public lands across Italy and Syria, including Pompey’s new conquests, judging and exiling anyone they chose, establishing colonies, accessing treasury funds, and recruiting and paying soldiers deemed necessary. Some members of the nobility supported this law, particularly Caius Antonius, Cicero’s colleague, hoping to become one of the ten. However, what frightened the nobles the most was the belief that he was involved in Catiline's conspiracy and might not oppose it due to his significant debts.
Cicero, endeavoring in the first place to provide a remedy against this danger, procured a decree assigning to him the province of Macedonia, he himself declining that of Gaul, which was offered to him. And this piece of favor so completely won over Antonius, that he was ready to second and respond to, like a hired player, whatever Cicero said for the good of the country. And now, having made his colleague thus tame and tractable, he could with greater courage attack the conspirators. And, therefore, in the senate, making an oration against the law of the ten commissioners, he so confounded those who proposed it, that they had nothing to reply. And when they again endeavored, and, having prepared things beforehand, had called the consuls before the assembly of the people, Cicero, fearing nothing, went first out, and commanded the senate to follow him, and not only succeeded in throwing out the law, but so entirely overpowered the tribunes by his oratory, that they abandoned all thought of their other projects.
Cicero, first trying to find a solution to this threat, secured a decree giving him the province of Macedonia, choosing it over the offer of Gaul. This favor completely won over Antonius, who was ready to support whatever Cicero said for the good of the country, acting like a hired performer. With his colleague now submissive and cooperative, Cicero felt more confident attacking the conspirators. In the senate, he delivered a speech against the law proposed by the ten commissioners, leaving those who suggested it speechless. When they tried again, having prepared ahead of time, and called the consuls before the public assembly, Cicero, afraid of nothing, went out first and ordered the senate to follow him. He not only succeeded in getting the law rejected but also overwhelmed the tribunes with his speech, causing them to abandon all their other plans.
For Cicero, it may be said, was the one man, above all others, who made the Romans feel how great a charm eloquence lends to what is good, and how invincible justice is, if it be well spoken; and that it is necessary for him who would dexterously govern a commonwealth, in action, always to prefer that which is honest before that which is popular, and in speaking, to free the right and useful measure from everything that may occasion offense. An incident occurred in the theater, during his consulship, which showed what his speaking could do. For whereas formerly the knights of Rome were mingled in the theater with the common people, and took their places amongst them as it happened, Marcus Otho, when he was praetor, was the first who distinguished them from the other citizens, and appointed them a proper seat, which they still enjoy as their special place in the theater. This the common people took as an indignity done to them, and, therefore, when Otho appeared in the theater, they hissed him; the knights, on the contrary, received him with loud clapping. The people repeated and increased their hissing; the knights continued their clapping. Upon this, turning upon one another, they broke out into insulting words, so that the theater was in great disorder. Cicero, being informed of it, came himself to the theater, and summoning the people into the temple of Bellona, he so effectually chid and chastised them for it, that, again returning into the theater, they received Otho with loud applause, contending with the knights who should give him the greatest demonstrations of honor and respect.
For Cicero, it can be said, was the one person, above all others, who made the Romans understand how much charm eloquence adds to what is good, and how unbeatable justice is when expressed well. He believed that anyone who wants to skillfully govern a community must always choose what is honest over what is popular in action, and in speaking, to present the right and beneficial ideas without anything that might offend. An incident happened in the theater during his consulship that demonstrated the power of his speaking. Previously, the Roman knights mingled in the theater with the common people, taking their seats as it happened. Marcus Otho, when he was praetor, was the first to separate them from the other citizens and assigned them their own designated seats, which they still have as their special place in the theater. The common people viewed this as an insult, so when Otho appeared in the theater, they booed him, while the knights applauded loudly. The crowd increased their boos, and the knights continued to clap. This led to a clash, with insults flying back and forth, creating chaos in the theater. Cicero, learning of this, went to the theater himself, and gathering the people in the temple of Bellona, he effectively scolded them and set them straight. When he returned to the theater, the crowd welcomed Otho with loud cheers, competing with the knights to show him the most honor and respect.
The conspirators with Catiline, at first cowed and disheartened, began presently to take courage again. And assembling themselves together, they exhorted one another boldly to undertake the design before Pompey’s return, who, as it was said, was now on his march with his forces for Rome. But the old soldiers of Sylla were Catiline’s chief stimulus to action. They had been disbanded all about Italy, but the greatest number and the fiercest of them lay scattered among the cities of Etruria, entertaining themselves with dreams of new plunder and rapine amongst the hoarded riches of Italy. These, having for their leader Manlius, who had served with distinction in the wars under Sylla, joined themselves to Catiline, and came to Rome to assist him with their suffrages at the election. For he again pretended to the consulship, having resolved to kill Cicero in a tumult at the elections. Also, the divine powers seemed to give intimation of the coming troubles, by earthquakes, thunderbolts, and strange appearances. Nor was human evidence wanting, certain enough in itself, though not sufficient for the conviction of the noble and powerful Catiline. Therefore Cicero, deferring the day of election, summoned Catiline into the senate, and questioned him as to the charges made against him. Catiline, believing there were many in the senate desirous of change, and to give a specimen of himself to the conspirators present, returned an audacious answer, “What harm,” said he, “when I see two bodies, the one lean and consumptive with a head, the other great and strong without one, if I put a head to that body which wants one?” This covert representation of the senate and the people excited yet greater apprehensions in Cicero. He put on armor, and was attended from his house by the noble citizens in a body; and a number of the young men went with him into the Plain. Here, designedly letting his tunic slip partly off from his shoulders, he showed his armor underneath, and discovered his danger to the spectators; who, being much moved at it, gathered round about him for his defense. At length, Catiline was by a general suffrage again put by, and Silanus and Murena chosen consuls.
The conspirators with Catiline, initially intimidated and discouraged, soon found their courage again. Gathering together, they encouraged each other to act boldly before Pompey returned, who was reportedly on his way with his army to Rome. The veteran soldiers of Sylla were Catiline’s main motivation. They had been disbanded all over Italy, but the largest and most aggressive group was spread throughout the cities of Etruria, fantasizing about new plunder among Italy’s stored wealth. Led by Manlius, who had fought valiantly in Sylla’s wars, they joined Catiline and came to Rome to support him in the elections. He was aiming for the consulship again, having plotted to kill Cicero amidst the election chaos. Additionally, it seemed that divine forces were hinting at impending trouble through earthquakes, lightning strikes, and unusual phenomena. There was plenty of human evidence, strong enough on its own, though not enough to convict the esteemed and powerful Catiline. Thus, Cicero postponed the election day, summoned Catiline to the senate, and questioned him about the accusations against him. Catiline, believing many in the senate desired change and wanting to impress the conspirators present, boldly replied, “What harm is it, when I see two bodies, one thin and sickly with a head, the other big and strong without one, if I give a head to that body that needs one?” This veiled comparison of the senate and the people further alarmed Cicero. He donned armor and was escorted from his house by noble citizens, while a group of young men accompanied him to the Plain. There, intentionally slipping his tunic partially off his shoulders, he revealed his armor beneath, showing his danger to the spectators, who, moved by this, gathered around him for protection. Ultimately, Catiline was again denied by a general vote, and Silanus and Murena were elected consuls.
Not long after this, Catiline’s soldiers got together in a body in Etruria, and began to form themselves into companies, the day appointed for the design being near at hand. About midnight, some of the principal and most powerful citizens of Rome, Marcus Crassus, Marcus Marcellus, and Scipio Metellus went to Cicero’s house, where, knocking at the gate, and calling up the porter, they commended him to awake Cicero, and tell him they were there. The business was this: Crassus’s porter after supper had delivered to him letters brought by an unknown person. Some of them were directed to others, but one to Crassus, without a name; this only Crassus read, which informed him that there was a great slaughter intended by Catiline, and advised him to leave the city. The others he did not open, but went with them immediately to Cicero, being affrighted at the danger, and to free himself of the suspicion he lay under for his familiarity with Catiline. Cicero, considering the matter, summoned the senate at break of day. The letters he brought with him, and delivered them to those to whom they were directed, commanding them to read them publicly; they all alike contained an account of the conspiracy. And when Quintus Arrius, a man of praetorian dignity, recounted to them, how soldiers were collecting in companies in Etruria, and Manlius stated to be in motion with a large force, hovering about those cities, in expectation of intelligence from Rome, the senate made a decree, to place all in the hands of the consuls, who should undertake the conduct of everything, and do their best to save the state. This was not a common thing, but only done by the senate in case of imminent danger.
Not long after this, Catiline’s soldiers gathered in Etruria and started organizing themselves into groups, as the day for their plan was approaching. Around midnight, some of the most important and influential citizens of Rome—Marcus Crassus, Marcus Marcellus, and Scipio Metellus—went to Cicero’s house. They knocked at the gate and called to the porter to wake Cicero and let him know they were there. The situation was this: Crassus’s porter had delivered letters to him after dinner, brought by an unknown person. Some of the letters were addressed to other individuals, but one was directed to Crassus without a name. This was the only letter Crassus read, which warned him about a planned massacre by Catiline and advised him to leave the city. He didn’t open the other letters but went straight to Cicero, alarmed by the danger and wanting to clear himself of any suspicion over his connection with Catiline. Cicero, upon considering the matter, called the senate together at daybreak. He brought the letters with him and handed them to those they were addressed to, instructing them to read them out loud; all contained information about the conspiracy. When Quintus Arrius, a man of praetorian rank, explained to them how soldiers were gathering in Etruria and that Manlius was mobilizing with a large force near those cities, waiting for news from Rome, the senate decided to put everything in the hands of the consuls, who were to take charge of the situation and do their utmost to protect the state. This was not a common occurrence; it was only done by the senate in cases of imminent danger.
After Cicero had received this power, he committed all affairs outside to Quintus Metellus, but the management of the city he kept in his own hands. Such a numerous attendance guarded him every day when he went abroad, that the greatest part of the market-place was filled with his train when he entered it. Catiline, impatient of further delay, resolved himself to break forth and go to Manlius, but he commanded Marcius and Cethegus to take their swords, and go early in the morning to Cicero’s gates, as if only intending to salute him, and then to fall upon him and slay him. This a noble lady, Fulvia, coming by night, discovered to Cicero, bidding him beware of Cethegus and Marcius. They came by break of day, and being denied entrance, made an outcry and disturbance at the gates, which excited all the more suspicion. But Cicero, going forth, summoned the senate into the temple of Jupiter Stator, which stands at the end of the Sacred Street, going up to the Palatine. And when Catiline with others of his party also came, as intending to make his defense, none of the senators would sit by him, but all of them left the bench where he had placed himself. And when he began to speak, they interrupted him with outcries. At length Cicero, standing up, commanded him to leave the city, for since one governed the commonwealth with words, the other with arms, it was necessary there should be a wall betwixt them. Catiline, therefore, immediately left the town, with three hundred armed men; and assuming, as if he had been a magistrate, the rods, axes, and military ensigns, he went to Manlius, and having got together a body of near twenty thousand men, with these he marched to the several cities, endeavoring to persuade or force them to revolt. So it being now come to open war, Antonius was sent forth to fight him.
After Cicero got this power, he handed over all external affairs to Quintus Metellus, but kept the management of the city for himself. Every day, a large group accompanied him when he went out, so much so that the majority of the marketplace filled up with his followers whenever he entered. Catiline, tired of waiting, decided to break out and join Manlius, but he ordered Marcius and Cethegus to take their swords and go early in the morning to Cicero’s gates, pretending they just wanted to greet him, and then to attack and kill him. A noblewoman named Fulvia, visiting at night, informed Cicero of this plot, warning him to be cautious of Cethegus and Marcius. They arrived at dawn, and when they were denied entry, they created a scene at the gates, which raised even more suspicion. However, Cicero stepped out and called the senate to the temple of Jupiter Stator, located at the end of the Sacred Street leading up to the Palatine. When Catiline and some of his supporters also showed up, intending to defend themselves, none of the senators would sit near him; they all vacated the bench where he had taken his place. When he attempted to speak, he was interrupted by loud outcries. Finally, Cicero stood up and ordered him to leave the city, stating that one governed the republic with words while the other did so with weapons, so there needed to be a barrier between them. Consequently, Catiline immediately left the city with three hundred armed men; taking on the appearance of a magistrate, he carried rods, axes, and military standards, heading to Manlius. Once there, he gathered a force of nearly twenty thousand men and marched to various cities, trying to persuade or force them to join his rebellion. With things escalating into open war, Antonius was sent out to confront him.
The remainder of those in the city whom he had corrupted, Cornelius Lentulus kept together and encouraged. He had the surname Sura, and was a man of a noble family, but a dissolute liver, who for his debauchery was formerly turned out of the senate, and was now holding the office of praetor for the second time, as the custom is with those who desire to regain the dignity of senator. It is said that he got the surname Sura upon this occasion; being quaestor in the time of Sylla, he had lavished away and consumed a great quantity of the public moneys, at which Sylla being provoked, called him to give an account in the senate; he appeared with great coolness and contempt, and said he had no account to give, but they might take this, holding up the calf of his leg, as boys do at ball, when they have missed. Upon which he was surnamed Sura, sura being the Roman word for the calf of the leg. Being at another time prosecuted at law, and having bribed some of the judges, he escaped only by two votes, and complained of the needless expense he had gone to in paying for a second, as one would have sufficed to acquit him. This man, such in his own nature, and now inflamed by Catiline, false prophets and fortune-tellers had also corrupted with vain hopes, quoting to him fictitious verses and oracles, and proving from the Sibylline prophecies that there were three of the name Cornelius designed by fate to be monarchs of Rome; two of whom, Cinna and Sylla, had already fulfilled the decree, and that divine fortune was now advancing with the gift of monarchy for the remaining third Cornelius; and that therefore he ought by all means to accept it, and not lose opportunity by delay, as Catiline had done.
The rest of the people in the city whom Cornelius Lentulus had corrupted, he kept together and encouraged. He had the nickname Sura and came from a noble family, but he was a reckless person who had previously been kicked out of the senate because of his extravagant lifestyle. Now, he was serving as praetor for the second time, as is common for those trying to regain their status as senators. It’s said that he earned the nickname Sura for an incident during Sylla's time when he squandered a large amount of public funds as quaestor. When Sylla called him to account before the senate, he showed up with nonchalance and disdain, claiming he had no account to give, but they could look at his calf, just like boys do when they miss a catch in a game. That’s how he got the nickname Sura, since sura is the Roman word for calf. At another time, when he was taken to court and had bribed some judges, he narrowly escaped conviction by just two votes. He complained about the unnecessary expense he incurred paying for a second judge, saying one would have been enough to clear him. This man, who was naturally like this and now fired up by Catiline, was also influenced by false prophets and fortune-tellers with empty hopes, reciting made-up verses and oracles, claiming from the Sibylline prophecies that three people named Cornelius were destined to be kings of Rome. Two of them, Cinna and Sylla, had already fulfilled this fate, and that divine fortune was now offering the gift of kingship to the last Cornelius; therefore, he should seize the opportunity right away and not delay, as Catiline had done.
Lentulus, therefore, designed no mean or trivial matter, for he had resolved to kill the whole senate, and as many other citizens as he could, to fire the city, and spare nobody, except only Pompey’s children, intending to seize and keep them as pledges of his reconciliation with Pompey. For there was then a common and strong report that Pompey was on his way homeward from his great expedition. The night appointed for the design was one of the Saturnalia; swords, flax, and sulfur they carried and hid in the house of Cethegus; and providing one hundred men, and dividing the city into as many parts, they had allotted to every one singly his proper place, so that in a moment many kindling the fire, the city might be in a flame all together. Others were appointed to stop up the aqueducts, and to kill those who should endeavor to carry water to put it out. Whilst these plans were preparing, it happened there were two ambassadors from the Allobroges staying in Rome; a nation at that time in a distressed condition, and very uneasy under the Roman government. These Lentulus and his party judging useful instruments to move and seduce Gaul to revolt, admitted into the conspiracy, and they gave them letters to their own magistrates, and letters to Catiline; in those they promised liberty, in these they exhorted Catiline to set all slaves free, and to bring them along with him to Rome. They sent also to accompany them to Catiline, one Titus, a native of Croton, who was to carry those letters to him.
Lentulus, therefore, had serious plans in mind; he had decided to kill the entire senate and as many other citizens as possible, to set fire to the city, and to spare nobody except Pompey’s children, whom he intended to capture and hold as hostages for a future reconciliation with Pompey. At that time, there was a widespread and strong rumor that Pompey was on his way home from his significant campaign. The night chosen for the plot was during the Saturnalia festival; they concealed swords, flax, and sulfur in Cethegus's house. They assembled a hundred men and divided the city into equal sections, assigning each person their specific location so that, at once, many could ignite the fires and set the city ablaze. Others were tasked with blocking the aqueducts, and with killing anyone attempting to retrieve water to extinguish the flames. While these plans were unfolding, two ambassadors from the Allobroges were staying in Rome; a people who were then in a tough situation and quite discontent under Roman rule. Lentulus and his group considered them useful allies to incite Gaul to revolt, so they brought them into the conspiracy, providing letters for their own leaders and letters to Catiline. In those, they promised freedom, while in the others, they urged Catiline to free all slaves and bring them along with him to Rome. They also sent one Titus, a native of Croton, to deliver those letters to Catiline.
These counsels of inconsidering men, who conversed together over wine and with women, Cicero watched with sober industry and forethought, and with most admirable sagacity, having several emissaries abroad, who observed and traced with him all that was done, and keeping also a secret correspondence with many who pretended to join in the conspiracy. He thus knew all the discourse which passed betwixt them and the strangers; and lying in wait for them by night, he took the Crotonian with his letters, the ambassadors of the Allobroges acting secretly in concert with him.
These careless people, who chatted over drinks and with women, were closely monitored by Cicero with serious attention and foresight, exhibiting remarkable insight. He had several agents working for him who observed and reported everything happening, and he kept a secret communication line with many who pretended to be part of the conspiracy. This way, he was aware of all the conversations that took place between them and outsiders. By lying in wait at night, he caught the Crotonian with his letters, while the ambassadors of the Allobroges quietly collaborated with him.
By break of day, he summoned the senate into the temple of Concord, where he read the letters and examined the informers. Junius Silanus further stated, that several persons had heard Cethegus say, that three consuls and four praetors were to be slain; Piso, also, a person of consular dignity, testified other matters of the like nature; and Caius Sulpicius, one of the praetors, being sent to Cethegus’s house, found there a quantity of darts and of armor, and a still greater number of swords and daggers, all recently whetted. At length, the senate decreeing indemnity to the Crotonian upon his confession of the whole matter, Lentulus was convicted, abjured his office (for he was then praetor), and put off his robe edged with purple in the senate, changing it for another garment more agreeable to his present circumstances. He, thereupon, with the rest of his confederates present, was committed to the charge of the praetors in free custody.
By dawn, he called the senate to the temple of Concord, where he read the letters and questioned the informants. Junius Silanus added that several people had heard Cethegus say that three consuls and four praetors were to be killed; Piso, a man of consular rank, also confirmed similar information. Caius Sulpicius, one of the praetors, was sent to Cethegus’s house and found a stash of darts and armor, along with an even greater number of swords and daggers, all recently sharpened. Eventually, the senate granted immunity to the Crotonian after he confessed everything, and Lentulus was found guilty, renounced his position (as he was then praetor), and removed his purple-edged robe in the senate, replacing it with a garment more suitable for his situation. He and the others with him were then placed in the custody of the praetors under free conditions.
It being evening, and the common people in crowds expecting without, Cicero went forth to them, and told them what was done, and then, attended by them, went to the house of a friend and near neighbor; for his own was taken up by the women, who were celebrating with secret rites the feast of the goddess whom the Romans call the Good, and the Greeks, the Women’s goddess. For a sacrifice is annually performed to her in the consul’s house, either by his wife or mother, in the presence of the vestal virgins. And having got into his friend’s house privately, a few only being present, he began to deliberate how he should treat these men. The severest, and the only punishment fit for such heinous crimes, he was somewhat shy and fearful of inflicting, as well from the clemency of his nature, as also lest he should be thought to exercise his authority too insolently, and to treat too harshly men of the noblest birth and most powerful friendships in the city; and yet, if he should use them more mildly, he had a dreadful prospect of danger from them. For there was no likelihood, if they suffered less than death, they would be reconciled, but rather, adding new rage to their former wickedness, they would rush into every kind of audacity, while he himself, whose character for courage already did not stand very high with the multitude, would be thought guilty of the greatest cowardice and want of manliness.
It was evening, and the common people were gathering outside in crowds waiting. Cicero went out to them and informed them of what had happened. Then, accompanied by the crowd, he went to the home of a friend and neighbor because his own house was occupied by women celebrating the feast of the goddess whom the Romans call the Good and the Greeks call the Women's goddess. Every year, a sacrifice is performed for her in the consul's house, either by his wife or mother, in front of the vestal virgins. Once he got into his friend's house privately, with only a few people present, he started to think about how to handle these men. He hesitated to impose the harshest punishment, the only one suitable for such terrible crimes, partly because of his natural clemency, and also because he didn’t want to be seen as exercising his authority too arrogantly or treating men of noble birth and powerful connections too harshly. However, if he treated them too leniently, he faced a serious danger from them. There was little chance that if they received anything less than death, they would be appeased; instead, they would likely become even more enraged, escalating their previous wrongdoing, while he, whose reputation for bravery was already low among the public, would appear guilty of the greatest cowardice and lack of manliness.
Whilst Cicero was doubting what course to take, a portent happened to the women in their sacrificing. For on the altar, where the fire seemed wholly extinguished, a great and bright flame issued forth from the ashes of the burnt wood; at which others were affrighted, but the holy virgins called to Terentia, Cicero’s wife, and bade her haste to her husband, and command him to execute what he had resolved for the good of his country, for the goddess had sent a great light to the increase of his safety and glory. Terentia, therefore, as she was otherwise in her own nature neither tender-hearted nor timorous, but a woman eager for distinction (who, as Cicero himself says, would rather thrust herself into his public affairs, than communicate her domestic matters to him), told him these things, and excited him against the conspirators. So also did Quintus his brother, and Publius Nigidius, one of his philosophical friends, whom he often made use of in his greatest and most weighty affairs of state.
While Cicero was unsure about what to do, something extraordinary happened to the women during their sacrifice. On the altar, where the fire seemed totally out, a bright flame suddenly erupted from the ashes of the burnt wood. Others were scared by this, but the holy virgins called for Terentia, Cicero’s wife, urging her to hurry to her husband and tell him to follow through on his plans for the benefit of his country, because the goddess had sent a great light to enhance his safety and glory. Terentia, who was normally neither soft-hearted nor fearful, but rather a woman ambitious for recognition (who, as Cicero himself notes, preferred to involve herself in his public matters rather than share her personal issues with him), conveyed this to him and encouraged him to take action against the conspirators. Quintus, his brother, and Publius Nigidius, one of his philosophical friends whom he often consulted during his most significant state affairs, also did the same.
The next day, a debate arising in the senate about the punishment of the men, Silanus, being the first who was asked his opinion, said, it was fit they should be all sent to the prison, and there suffer the utmost penalty. To him all consented in order till it came to Caius Caesar, who was afterwards dictator. He was then but a young man, and only at the outset of his career, but had already directed his hopes and policy to that course by which he afterwards changed the Roman state into a monarchy. Of this others foresaw nothing; but Cicero had seen reason for strong suspicion, though without obtaining any sufficient means of proof. And there were some indeed that said that he was very near being discovered, and only just escaped him; others are of opinion that Cicero voluntarily overlooked and neglected the evidence against him, for fear of his friends and power; for it was very evident to everybody, that if Caesar was to be accused with the conspirators, they were more likely to be saved with him, than he to be punished with them.
The next day, a debate started in the senate about the punishment of the men. Silanus, being the first to give his opinion, said they should all be sent to prison and face the maximum penalty. Everyone agreed until it got to Caius Caesar, who would later become dictator. At that time, he was just a young man, at the beginning of his career, but he had already set his sights and plans on the path that would eventually turn the Roman state into a monarchy. Others didn't see this coming, but Cicero had strong suspicions, even though he didn't have sufficient proof. Some even said he was very close to being discovered and just barely escaped it; others believe that Cicero intentionally overlooked and ignored the evidence against him, fearing Caesar's friendships and power. It was obvious to everyone that if Caesar was accused alongside the conspirators, they were more likely to be saved with him than he was to be punished with them.
When, therefore, it came to Caesar’s turn to give his opinion, he stood up and proposed that the conspirators should not be put to death, but their estates confiscated, and their persons confined in such cities in Italy as Cicero should approve, there to be kept in custody till Catiline was conquered. To this sentence, as it was the most moderate, and he that delivered it a most powerful speaker, Cicero himself gave no small weight, for he stood up and, turning the scale on either side, spoke in favor partly of the former, partly of Caesar’s sentence. And all Cicero’s friends, judging Caesar’s sentence most expedient for Cicero, because he would incur the less blame if the conspirators were not put to death, chose rather the latter; so that Silanus, also, changing his mind, retracted his opinion, and said he had not declared for capital, but only the utmost punishment, which to a Roman senator is imprisonment. The first man who spoke against Caesar’s motion was Catulus Lutatius. Cato followed, and so vehemently urged in his speech the strong suspicion about Caesar himself, and so filled the senate with anger and resolution, that a decree was passed for the execution of the conspirators. But Caesar opposed the confiscation of their goods, not thinking it fair that those who had rejected the mildest part of his sentence should avail themselves of the severest. And when many insisted upon it, he appealed to the tribunes, but they would do nothing; till Cicero himself yielding, remitted that part of the sentence.
When it was Caesar's turn to share his opinion, he stood up and suggested that the conspirators shouldn't be executed, but rather that their property should be confiscated and they should be imprisoned in cities in Italy approved by Cicero, to be held until Catiline was defeated. Cicero, recognizing that this was the most moderate option and that it came from a very persuasive speaker, gave it considerable weight. He stood up and balanced the arguments on both sides, supporting some aspects of each proposal. All of Cicero's allies believed that Caesar's suggestion was better for him personally, as it would minimize the blame if the conspirators weren’t killed, so they preferred the latter option. Silanus also changed his stance, clarifying that he hadn’t supported execution but only the harshest punishment, which for a Roman senator meant imprisonment. The first person to speak against Caesar's proposal was Catulus Lutatius. Cato followed, forcefully expressing his strong suspicions about Caesar himself and inciting anger within the senate, leading to a decision to execute the conspirators. However, Caesar opposed the confiscation of their property, arguing it was unfair for those who had rejected his more lenient proposal to benefit from the harshest punishment. When many insisted on it, he appealed to the tribunes, but they didn’t take any action until Cicero eventually conceded and dropped that part of the proposal.
After this, Cicero went out with the senate to the conspirators; they were not all together in one place, but the several praetors had them, some one, some another, in custody. And first he took Lentulus from the Palatine, and brought him by the Sacred Street, through the middle of the marketplace, a circle of the most eminent citizens encompassing and protecting him. The people, affrighted at what was doing, passed along in silence, especially the young men; as if, with fear and trembling; they were undergoing a rite of initiation into some ancient, sacred mysteries of aristocratic power. Thus passing from the market-place, and coming to the gaol, he delivered Lentulus to the officer, and commanded him to execute him; and after him Cethegus, and so all the rest in order, he brought and delivered up to execution. And when he saw many of the conspirators in the market-place, still standing together in companies, ignorant of what was done, and waiting for the night, supposing the men were still alive and in a possibility of being rescued, he called out in a loud voice, and said, “They did live;” for so the Romans, to avoid inauspicious language, name those that are dead.
After this, Cicero went out with the senate to find the conspirators. They weren’t all in one spot; the various praetors had some of them in custody. First, he brought Lentulus from the Palatine and led him through the Sacred Street and the busy marketplace, surrounded and protected by a circle of prominent citizens. The crowd, frightened by what was happening, walked silently past, especially the young people, as if they were participating in an ancient initiation into some sacred aristocratic rites. After leaving the marketplace and arriving at the jail, he handed Lentulus over to the officer and ordered him to execute him. After that, he did the same with Cethegus, and one by one, he delivered the rest for execution. When he saw many of the conspirators still gathered in groups in the marketplace, unaware of what had happened and waiting for night, thinking the men were still alive and might be rescued, he called out loudly, saying, “They did live,” as the Romans referred to the dead to avoid using unlucky language.
It was now evening, when he returned from the market-place to his own house, the citizens no longer attending him with silence, nor in order, but receiving him, as he passed, with acclamations and applauses, and saluting him as the savior and founder of his country. A bright light shone through the streets from the lamps and torches set up at the doors, and the women showed lights from the tops of the houses, to honor Cicero, and to behold him returning home with a splendid train of the most principal citizens; amongst whom were many who had conducted great wars, celebrated triumphs, and added to the possessions of the Roman empire, both by sea and land. These, as they passed along with him, acknowledged to one another, that though the Roman people were indebted to several officers and commanders of that age for riches, spoils, and power, yet to Cicero alone they owed the safety and security of all these, for delivering them from so great and imminent a danger. For though it might seem no wonderful thing to prevent the design, and punish the conspirators, yet to defeat the greatest of all conspiracies with so little disturbance, trouble, and commotion, was very extraordinary. For the greater part of those who had flocked in to Catiline, as soon as they heard the fate of Lentulus and Cethegus, left and forsook him, and he himself, with his remaining forces, joining battle with Antonius, was destroyed with his army.
It was evening when he returned home from the marketplace. The townspeople no longer greeted him in silence or in an orderly manner; instead, they welcomed him with cheers and applause, calling him the savior and founder of his country. Bright lights illuminated the streets from lamps and torches set up at doorways, and women lit candles from the tops of their houses to honor Cicero and see him coming home with a grand entourage of prominent citizens. Among them were many who had led significant military campaigns, celebrated victories, and expanded the territory of the Roman Empire by both land and sea. As they walked with him, they acknowledged that while the Roman people owed wealth, spoils, and power to various leaders and commanders of that time, they owed their safety and security solely to Cicero for saving them from such a great and imminent threat. Although stopping the plot and punishing the conspirators might not seem particularly impressive, defeating the greatest conspiracy with so little disturbance and trouble was quite remarkable. Most of those who had joined Catiline, upon hearing about the fates of Lentulus and Cethegus, abandoned him, and Catiline, with the few forces he had left, faced Antonius and was defeated along with his army.
And yet there were some who were very ready both to speak ill of Cicero, and to do him hurt for these actions; and they had for their leaders some of the magistrates of the ensuing year, as Caesar, who was one of the praetors, and Metellus and Bestia, the tribunes. These, entering upon their office some few days before Cicero’s consulate expired, would not permit him to make any address to the people, but, throwing the benches before the Rostra, hindered his speaking, telling him he might, if he pleased, make the oath of withdrawal from office, and then come down again. Cicero, accordingly, accepting the conditions, came forward to make his withdrawal; and silence being made, he recited his oath, not in the usual, but in a new and peculiar form, namely, that he had saved his country, and preserved the empire; the truth of which oath all the people confirmed with theirs. Caesar and the tribunes, all the more exasperated by this, endeavored to create him further trouble, and for this purpose proposed a law for calling Pompey home with his army, to put an end to Cicero’s usurpation. But it was a very great advantage for Cicero and the whole commonwealth that Cato was at that time one of the tribunes. For he, being of equal power with the rest, and of greater reputation, could oppose their designs. He easily defeated their other projects, and, in an oration to the people, so highly extolled Cicero’s consulate, that the greatest honors were decreed him, and he was publicly declared the Father of his Country, which title he seems to have obtained, the first man who did so, when Cato gave it him in this address to the people.
And yet there were some who were quick to speak badly of Cicero and wanted to hurt him for his actions. They were led by several of the magistrates for the following year, like Caesar, one of the praetors, and Metellus and Bestia, the tribunes. These officials, who took office just a few days before Cicero’s consulate ended, wouldn’t allow him to address the people. They moved the benches in front of the Rostra to block his speech, telling him that if he wanted, he could make the oath to withdraw from office and then come down. Cicero agreed to their terms and stepped up to make his withdrawal. Once there was silence, he recited his oath, not in the usual way, but in a new and unique form, stating that he had saved his country and preserved the empire; the people confirmed the truth of his oath with their own. This only angered Caesar and the tribunes more, prompting them to create more trouble for him by proposing a law to bring Pompey back with his army to end Cicero’s hold on power. However, it was a significant advantage for Cicero and the whole republic that Cato was one of the tribunes at that time. With equal power to the others and a stronger reputation, he was able to oppose their plans. He easily thwarted their other schemes, and in a speech to the people, praised Cicero’s consulate so highly that the greatest honors were granted to him, and he was publicly declared the Father of his Country—a title he seems to have been the first to receive when Cato bestowed it upon him in his address to the people.
At this time, therefore, his authority was very great in the city; but he created himself much envy, and offended very many, not by any evil action, but because he was always lauding and magnifying himself. For neither senate, nor assembly of the people, nor court of judicature could meet, in which he was not heard to talk of Catiline and Lentulus. Indeed, he also filled his books and writings with his own praises, to such an excess as to render a style, in itself most pleasant and delightful, nauseous and irksome to his hearers; this ungrateful humor, like a disease, always cleaving to him. Nevertheless, though he was intemperately fond of his own glory, he was very free from envying others, and was, on the contrary, most liberally profuse in commending both the ancients and his contemporaries, as anyone may see in his writings. And many such sayings of his are also remembered; as that he called Aristotle a river of flowing gold, and said of Plato’s Dialogues, that if Jupiter were to speak, it would be in language like theirs. He used to call Theophrastus his special luxury. And being asked which of Demosthenes’s orations he liked best, he answered, the longest. And yet some affected imitators of Demosthenes have complained of some words that occur in one of his letters, to the effect that Demosthenes sometimes falls asleep in his speeches; forgetting the many high encomiums he continually passes upon him, and the compliment he paid him when he named the most elaborate of all his orations, those he wrote against Antony, Philippics. And as for the eminent men of his own time, either in eloquence or philosophy, there was not one of them whom he did not, by writing or speaking favorably of him, render more illustrious. He obtained of Caesar, when in power, the Roman citizenship for Cratippus, the Peripatetic, and got the court of Areopagus, by public decree, to request his stay at Athens, for the instruction of their youth, and the honor of their city. There are letters extant from Cicero to Herodes, and others to his son, in which he recommends the study of philosophy under Cratippus. There is one in which he blames Gorgias, the rhetorician, for enticing his son into luxury and drinking, and, therefore, forbids him his company. And this, and one other to Pelops, the Byzantine, are the only two of his Greek epistles which seem to be written in anger. In the first, he justly reflects on Gorgias, if he were what he was thought to be, a dissolute and profligate character; but in the other, he rather meanly expostulates and complains with Pelops, for neglecting to procure him a decree of certain honors from the Byzantines.
At this time, his authority in the city was very strong; however, he stirred up a lot of envy and offended many people, not because of any wrongdoing, but because he constantly praised and promoted himself. In every meeting of the senate, public assembly, or court, he was heard talking about Catiline and Lentulus. He even filled his books and writings with his self-commendations to the point where a style that was generally enjoyable became tiresome and irritating to his audience; this ungrateful attitude stuck to him like a disease. Nevertheless, while he was overly fond of his own glory, he didn’t envy others and was, instead, very generous in praising both the ancients and his contemporaries, as anyone can see in his writings. Many of his remarks are also remembered; for example, he called Aristotle “a river of flowing gold” and said about Plato’s Dialogues that if Jupiter were to speak, it would be in a language like theirs. He referred to Theophrastus as his special indulgence. When asked which of Demosthenes’s speeches he liked best, he replied, "the longest." Yet some pretentious imitators of Demosthenes have complained about certain words in one of his letters, where he mentions that Demosthenes sometimes dozes off during his speeches; they overlook the numerous high praises he consistently gives him and the compliment he paid when he named the most elaborate of all his speeches, those he wrote against Antony, the Philippics. Regarding the prominent figures of his own time, whether in rhetoric or philosophy, he elevated them all by speaking or writing favorably about them. He secured Roman citizenship for Cratippus, the Peripatetic, from Caesar while he was in power, and he got the Areopagus to officially request that Cratippus stay in Athens to educate their youth and honor their city. Letters from Cicero to Herodes and others to his son still exist, in which he recommends studying philosophy under Cratippus. One letter criticizes Gorgias, the rhetorician, for leading his son into luxury and drinking, and therefore he forbids his son from associating with him. This, along with one other letter to Pelops, the Byzantine, are the only two of his Greek letters that seem to be written in anger. In the first, he rightfully criticizes Gorgias, if he were indeed the dissolute character he was perceived to be; but in the other, he somewhat weakly complains to Pelops for failing to secure him a decree of certain honors from the Byzantines.
Another illustration of his love of praise is the way in which sometimes, to make his orations more striking, he neglected decorum and dignity. When Munatius, who had escaped conviction by his advocacy, immediately prosecuted his friend Sabinus, he said in the warmth of his resentment, “Do you suppose you were acquitted for your own meets, Munatius, and was it not that I so darkened the case, that the court could not see your guilt?” When from the Rostra he had made an eulogy on Marcus Crassus, with much applause, and within a few days after again as publicly reproached him, Crassus called to him, and said, “Did not you yourself two days ago, in this same place, commend me?” “Yes,” said Cicero, “I exercised my eloquence in declaiming upon a bad subject.” At another time, Crassus had said that no one of his family had ever lived beyond sixty years of age, and afterwards denied it, and asked, “What should put it into my head to say so?” “It was to gain the people’s favor,” answered Cicero; “you knew how glad they would be to hear it.” When Crassus expressed admiration of the Stoic doctrine, that the good man is always rich, “Do you not mean,” said Cicero, “their doctrine that all things belong to the wise?” Crassus being generally accused of covetousness. One of Crassus’s sons, who was thought so exceedingly like a man of the name of Axius as to throw some suspicion on his mother’s honor, made a successful speech in the senate. Cicero on being asked how he liked it, replied with the Greek words, Axios Crassou.
Another example of his love for praise is how he sometimes ignored proper decorum and dignity to make his speeches more impactful. When Munatius, who had avoided conviction thanks to his defense, quickly turned around to prosecute his friend Sabinus, he said in a fit of anger, “Do you think you were acquitted because of your own merit, Munatius? It was me who obscured the case so much that the court couldn't see your guilt!” After giving a well-received speech about Marcus Crassus from the Rostra, Cicero publicly criticized him just a few days later. Crassus confronted him, saying, “Didn’t you just praise me in this very spot two days ago?” Cicero replied, “Yes, I showcased my talent on a bad topic.” At another point, when Crassus claimed that none of his family had lived past sixty, he later denied it and asked, “Why would I say that?” Cicero responded, “It was to win the people's favor; you knew they would love to hear it.” When Crassus showed admiration for the Stoic belief that a good man is always wealthy, Cicero asked, “Aren't you referring to their idea that everything belongs to the wise?” since Crassus was often accused of greed. One of Crassus’s sons, who looked so much like a man named Axius that it raised questions about his mother’s fidelity, delivered a successful speech in the Senate. When asked what he thought of it, Cicero responded with the Greek words, Axios Crassou.
When Crassus was about to go into Syria, he desired to leave Cicero rather his friend than his enemy, and, therefore, one day saluting him, told him he would come and sup with him, which the other as courteously received. Within a few days after, on some of Cicero’s acquaintances interceding for Vatinius, as desirous of reconciliation and friendship, for he was then his enemy, “What,” he replied, “does Vatinius also wish to come and sup with me?” Such was his way with Crassus. When Vatinius, who had swellings in his neck, was pleading a cause, he called him the tumid orator; and having been told by someone that Vatinius was dead, on hearing presently after that he was alive, “May the rascal perish,” said he, “for his news not being true.”
When Crassus was about to go to Syria, he preferred to leave Cicero as his friend rather than his enemy. One day, he greeted him and mentioned he would come over for dinner, which Cicero graciously accepted. A few days later, some of Cicero's friends were advocating for Vatinius, who he considered an enemy at the time, hoping for reconciliation. Cicero asked, “What, does Vatinius want to come over for dinner too?” That was how he dealt with Crassus. When Vatinius, who had swelling in his neck, was arguing a case, Cicero called him the swollen orator. When someone informed him that Vatinius had died, and then shortly after that he was alive, Cicero said, “May the rascal perish for spreading false news.”
Upon Caesar’s bringing forward a law for the division of the lands in Campania amongst the soldiers, many in the senate opposed it; amongst the rest, Lucius Gellius, one of the oldest men in the house, said it should never pass whilst he lived. “Let us postpone it,” said Cicero, “Gellius does not ask us to wait long.” There was a man of the name of Octavius, suspected to be of African descent. He once said, when Cicero was pleading, that he could not hear him; “Yet there are holes,” said Cicero, “in your ears.” When Metellus Nepos told him, that he had ruined more as a witness, than he had saved as an advocate, “I admit,” said Cicero, “that I have more truth than eloquence.” To a young man who was suspected of having given a poisoned cake to his father, and who talked largely of the invectives he meant to deliver against Cicero, “Better these,” replied he, “than your cakes.” Publius Sextius, having amongst others retained Cicero as his advocate in a certain cause, was yet desirous to say all for himself, and would not allow anybody to speak for him; when he was about to receive his acquittal from the judges, and the ballots were passing, Cicero called to him, “Make haste, Sextius, and use your time; tomorrow you will be nobody.” He cited Publius Cotta to bear testimony in a certain cause, one who affected to be thought a lawyer, though ignorant and unlearned; to whom, when he had said, “I know nothing of the matter,” he answered, “You think, perhaps, we ask you about a point of law.” To Metellus Nepos, who, in a dispute between them, repeated several times, “Who was your father, Cicero?” he replied, “Your mother has made the answer to such a question in your case more difficult;” Nepos’s mother having been of ill repute. The son, also, was of a giddy, uncertain temper. At one time, he suddenly threw up his office of tribune, and sailed off into Syria to Pompey; and immediately after, with as little reason, came back again. He gave his tutor, Philagrus, a funeral with more than necessary attention, and then set up the stone figure of a crow over his tomb. “This,” said Cicero, “is really appropriate; as he did not teach you to speak, but to fly about.” When Marcus Appius, in the opening of some speech in a court of justice, said that his friend had desired him to employ industry, eloquence, and fidelity in that cause, Cicero answered, “And how have you had the heart not to accede to any one of his requests?”
When Caesar proposed a law to divide the lands in Campania among the soldiers, many senators opposed it. Among them, Lucius Gellius, one of the oldest members, said it should never pass while he was alive. “Let’s put it on hold,” Cicero said, “Gellius doesn’t ask us to wait long.” There was a man named Octavius, suspected of being of African descent. He once claimed he couldn’t hear Cicero while he was speaking; “Yet there are holes,” Cicero replied, “in your ears.” When Metellus Nepos told him that he had ruined more as a witness than he had saved as an advocate, Cicero admitted, “I have more truth than eloquence.” To a young man suspected of having poisoned a cake for his father, who bragged about delivering harsh criticism against Cicero, he said, “Better those than your cakes.” Publius Sextius, having hired Cicero as his advocate in a certain case, still wanted to speak for himself and wouldn’t let anyone else talk for him. As he was about to be acquitted by the judges and ballots were being cast, Cicero called out, “Hurry up, Sextius, and make the most of your time; tomorrow you’ll be nobody.” He summoned Publius Cotta as a witness in a certain case, a man who pretended to be a lawyer but was uneducated. When Cotta said, “I don’t know anything about it,” Cicero responded, “You might think we’re asking you about a legal point.” To Metellus Nepos, who repeatedly asked, “Who was your father, Cicero?” he replied, “Your mother has made it harder for you to answer that sort of question,” as Nepos’s mother had a bad reputation. The son was also of a fickle and unreliable nature. Once, he suddenly resigned his office of tribune and sailed off to Syria to join Pompey, and shortly afterward returned for no good reason. He treated his tutor, Philagrus, to an overly elaborate funeral and then erected a stone statue of a crow over his grave. “This is fitting,” said Cicero, “since he didn’t teach you to speak, but to fly around.” When Marcus Appius, at the start of a speech in court, said his friend had asked him to show diligence, eloquence, and loyalty in that case, Cicero replied, “How could you not fulfill any of his requests?”
To use this sharp raillery against opponents and antagonists in judicial pleading seems allowable rhetoric. But he excited much ill feeling by his readiness to attack anyone for the sake of a jest. A few anecdotes of this kind may be added. Marcus Aquinius, who had two sons-in-law in exile, received from him the name of king Adrastus. Lucius Cotta, an intemperate lover of wine, was censor when Cicero stood for the consulship. Cicero, being thirsty at the election, his friends stood round about him while he was drinking. “You have reason to be afraid,” he said, “lest the censor should be angry with me for drinking water.” Meeting one day Voconius with his three very ugly daughters, he quoted the verse,
To use this sharp teasing against opponents in legal arguments seems like acceptable rhetoric. However, he stirred up a lot of bad feelings by being quick to attack anyone just for a laugh. Here are a few stories like this. Marcus Aquinius, who had two sons-in-law in exile, was nicknamed King Adrastus by him. Lucius Cotta, a heavy drinker, was the censor when Cicero ran for consul. When Cicero was thirsty during the election, his friends gathered around him while he was drinking. "You should be worried," he said, "that the censor might get mad at me for drinking water." One day, he came across Voconius with his three very unattractive daughters and he quoted the verse,
He reared a race without Apollo’s leave.
He raised a race without Apollo's permission.
When Marcus Gellius, who was reputed the son of a slave, had read several letters in the senate with a very shrill, and loud voice, “Wonder not,” said Cicero, “he comes of the criers.” When Faustus Sylla, the son of Sylla the dictator, who had, during his dictatorship, by public bills proscribed and condemned so many citizens, had so far wasted his estate, and got into debt, that he was forced to publish his bills of sale, Cicero told him that he liked these bills much better than those of his father. By this habit he made himself odious with many people.
When Marcus Gellius, who was rumored to be the son of a slave, read several letters in the senate in a very high-pitched and loud voice, Cicero remarked, “Don’t be surprised; he comes from the criers.” When Faustus Sylla, the son of Sylla the dictator, who had during his dictatorship publicly targeted and condemned many citizens, had run through his wealth and fallen into debt to the point where he had to sell his possessions, Cicero told him that he preferred these sale announcements to those of his father. Because of this behavior, he became disliked by many people.
But Clodius’s faction conspired against him upon the following occasion. Clodius was a member of a noble family, in the flower of his youth, and of a bold and resolute temper. He, being in love with Pompeia, Caesar’s wife, got privately into his house in the dress and attire of a music-girl; the women being at that time offering there the sacrifice which must not be seen by men, and there was no man present. Clodius, being a youth and beardless, hoped to get to Pompeia among the women without being taken notice of. But coming into a great house by night, he missed his way in the passages, and a servant belonging to Aurelia, Caesar’s mother, spying him wandering up and down, inquired his name. Thus being necessitated to speak, he told her he was seeking for one of Pompeia’s maids, Abra by name; and she, perceiving it not to be a woman’s voice, shrieked out, and called in the women; who, shutting the gates, and searching every place, at length found Clodius hidden in the chamber of the maid with whom he had come in. This matter being much talked about, Caesar put away his wife, Pompeia, and Clodius was prosecuted for profaning the holy rites.
But Clodius’s group plotted against him in the following situation. Clodius belonged to a noble family, was in the prime of his youth, and had a bold and determined character. He was in love with Pompeia, Caesar’s wife, and sneaked into his house dressed as a music girl since the women there were performing a sacrifice that men weren’t allowed to see, and no men were present. Being a young man without facial hair, Clodius hoped to mingle among the women without being noticed. However, while entering a large house at night, he got lost in the hallways, and a servant of Aurelia, Caesar’s mother, saw him wandering around and asked for his name. Forced to speak, he claimed he was looking for one of Pompeia’s maids named Abra; but she, recognizing it wasn’t a woman’s voice, screamed and called for the women, who then locked the gates and searched everywhere. Eventually, they found Clodius hiding in the maid's room with whom he had entered. This incident generated a lot of chatter, leading Caesar to dismiss his wife, Pompeia, and Clodius was charged with violating the sacred rites.
Cicero was at this time his friend, for he had been useful to him in the conspiracy of Catiline, as one of his forwardest assistants and protectors. But when Clodius rested his defense upon this point, that he was not then at Rome, but at a distance in the country, Cicero testified that he had come to his house that day, and conversed with him on several matters; which thing was indeed true, although Cicero was thought to testify it not so much for the truth’s sake as to preserve his quiet with Terentia his wife. For she bore a grudge against Clodius on account of his sister Clodia’s wishing, as it was alleged, to marry Cicero, and having employed for this purpose the intervention of Tullus, a very intimate friend of Cicero’s; and his frequent visits to Clodia, who lived in their neighborhood, and the attentions he paid to her had excited Terentia’s suspicions, and, being a woman of a violent temper, and having the ascendant over Cicero, she urged him on to taking a part against Clodius, and delivering his testimony. Many other good and honest citizens also gave evidence against him, for perjuries, disorders, bribing the people, and debauching women. Lucullus proved, by his women-servants, that he had debauched his youngest sister when she was Lucullus’s wife; and there was a general belief that he had done the same with his two other sisters, Tertia, whom Marcius Rex, and Clodia, whom Metellus Celer had married; the latter of whom was called Quadrantia, because one of her lovers had deceived her with a purse of small copper money instead of silver, the smallest copper coin being called a quadrant. Upon this sister’s account, in particular, Clodius’s character was attacked. Notwithstanding all this, when the common people united against the accusers and witnesses and the whole party, the judges were affrighted, and a guard was placed about them for their defense; and most of them wrote their sentences on the tablets in such a way, that they could not well be read. It was decided, however, that there was a majority for his acquittal, and bribery was reported to have been employed; in reference to which Catulus remarked, when he next met the judges, “You were very right to ask for a guard, to prevent your money being taken from you.” And when Clodius upbraided Cicero that the judges had not believed his testimony, “Yes,” said he, “five and twenty of them trusted me, and condemned you, and the other thirty did not trust you, for they did not acquit you till they had got your money.”
Cicero was his ally at this time, as he had been helpful in the Catiline conspiracy, acting as one of Clodius's most active supporters and defenders. However, when Clodius argued that he wasn’t in Rome but instead was out in the countryside, Cicero testified that Clodius had visited his house that day and had discussions with him about various topics. This statement was indeed true, though many believed Cicero was more concerned with keeping peace with his wife, Terentia, than with the actual truth. She held a grudge against Clodius because of the rumor that his sister Clodia wanted to marry Cicero and had enlisted Tullus, a close friend of Cicero’s, to help in this endeavor. Clodius’s frequent visits to Clodia, who lived nearby, and his attentions toward her raised Terentia’s suspicions. As a strong-willed woman who dominated Cicero, she pressured him to take a stand against Clodius and to testify. Many other reputable citizens also testified against Clodius for perjury, misconduct, bribing the public, and corrupting women. Lucullus proved that Clodius had seduced his youngest sister while she was married to Lucullus; there was a widespread belief that he had similarly acted toward his other two sisters, Tertia, married to Marcius Rex, and Clodia, married to Metellus Celer. The latter was nicknamed Quadrantia because one of her lovers had tricked her with a purse full of small copper coins instead of silver; the smallest copper coin was known as a quadrant. Clodius's reputation was particularly damaged because of this sister. Despite all this, when the common people rallied against the accusers and witnesses and the entire faction, the judges grew afraid, and a guard was set up around them for protection. Most judges wrote their verdicts in a way that was difficult to read. Ultimately, it was decided that the majority favored his acquittal, and allegations of bribery surfaced; Catulus commented to the judges during their next meeting, “It makes sense that you asked for a guard to protect your money.” When Clodius confronted Cicero about the judges not believing his testimony, Cicero replied, “Yes, twenty-five of them trusted me and condemned you; the other thirty didn’t trust you and only acquitted you after you paid them.”
Caesar, though cited, did not give his testimony against Clodius, and declared himself not convinced of his wife’s adultery, but that he had put her away because it was fit that Caesar’s house should not be only free of the evil fact, but of the fame too.
Caesar, while mentioned, did not provide his testimony against Clodius and stated that he was not convinced of his wife’s infidelity. Instead, he had separated from her because it was appropriate for Caesar’s household to be free not just from the wrongdoing, but also from the gossip surrounding it.
Clodius, having escaped this danger, and having got himself chosen one of the tribunes, immediately attacked Cicero, heaping up all matters and inciting all persons against him. The common people he gained over with popular laws; to each of the consuls he decreed large provinces, to Piso, Macedonia, and to Gabinius, Syria; he made a strong party among the indigent citizens, to support him in his proceedings, and had always a body of armed slaves about him. Of the three men then in greatest power, Crassus was Cicero’s open enemy, Pompey indifferently made advances to both, and Caesar was going with an army into Gaul. To him, though not his friend (what had occurred in the time of the conspiracy having created suspicions between them), Cicero applied, requesting an appointment as one of his lieutenants in the province. Caesar accepted him, and Clodius, perceiving that Cicero would thus escape his tribunician authority, professed to be inclinable to a reconciliation, laid the greatest fault upon Terentia, made always a favorable mention of him, and addressed him with kind expressions, as one who felt no hatred or ill-will, but who merely wished to urge his complaints in a moderate and friendly way. By these artifices, he so freed Cicero of all his fears, that he resigned his appointment to Caesar, and betook himself again to political affairs. At which Caesar being exasperated, joined the party of Clodius against him, and wholly alienated Pompey from him; he also himself declared in a public assembly of the people, that he did not think Lentulus and Cethegus, with their accomplices, were fairly and legally put to death without being brought to trial. And this, indeed, was the crime charged upon Cicero, and this impeachment he was summoned to answer. And so, as an accused man, and in danger for the result, he changes his dress, and went round with his hair untrimmed, in the attire of a suppliant, to beg the people’s grace. But Clodius met him in every corner, having a band of abusive and daring fellows about him, who derided Cicero for his change of dress and his humiliation, and often, by throwing dirt and stones at him, interrupted his supplication to the people.
Clodius, after avoiding this danger and getting himself elected as one of the tribunes, immediately went after Cicero, rallying everyone against him. He won over the common people with popular laws; he assigned large provinces to both consuls, giving Piso Macedonia and Gabinius Syria. He built a strong group of supporters among the poor citizens to back his actions and always had a group of armed slaves with him. Among the three most powerful men at the time, Crassus was openly against Cicero, Pompey was neutral towards both sides, and Caesar was heading into Gaul with an army. Despite not being friends (their past during the conspiracy had created suspicion between them), Cicero reached out to Caesar, asking for a position as one of his lieutenants in the province. Caesar agreed, and Clodius, realizing that Cicero could escape his authority, claimed to be open to reconciliation. He blamed most of the issues on Terentia, spoke positively about Cicero, and addressed him kindly, pretending to have no hard feelings but only wanting to express his complaints in a moderate and friendly manner. Through these tricks, Clodius eased Cicero's fears so much that Cicero gave up his appointment with Caesar and returned to political affairs. This infuriated Caesar, who then sided with Clodius against Cicero and completely turned Pompey against him. Caesar also publicly stated that he did not believe Lentulus and Cethegus, along with their associates, were justly executed without a trial. In fact, this was the charge against Cicero, and he was called to answer to this accusation. As an accused man facing danger, he changed his clothing and walked around with unkempt hair in a suppliant's outfit, pleading for the people's mercy. However, Clodius confronted him everywhere, surrounded by a rowdy group who mocked Cicero for his change of clothes and humiliation, often interrupting his pleas to the people by throwing dirt and stones at him.
However, first of all, almost the whole equestrian order changed their dress with him, and no less than twenty thousand young gentlemen followed him with their hair untrimmed, and supplicating with him to the people. And then the senate met, to pass a decree that the people should change their dress as in time of public sorrow. But the consuls opposing it, and Clodius with armed men besetting the senate-house, many of the senators ran out, crying out and tearing their clothes. But this sight moved neither shame nor pity; Cicero must either fly or determine it by the sword with Clodius. He entreated Pompey to aid him, who was on purpose gone out of the way, and was staying at his country-house in the Alban hills; and first he sent his son-in-law Piso to intercede with him, and afterwards set out to go himself. Of which Pompey being informed, would not stay to see him, being ashamed at the remembrance of the many conflicts in the commonwealth which Cicero had undergone in his behalf, and how much of his policy he had directed for his advantage. But being now Caesar’s son-in-law, at his instance he had set aside all former kindness, and, slipping out at another door, avoided the interview. Thus being forsaken by Pompey, and left alone to himself, he fled to the consuls. Gabinius was rough with him, as usual, but Piso spoke more courteously, desiring him to yield and give place for a while to the fury of Clodius, and to await a change of times, and to be now, as before, his country’s savior from the peril of these troubles and commotions which Clodius was exciting.
However, first of all, almost the entire equestrian class changed their outfits to match his, and no fewer than twenty thousand young gentlemen followed him with unkempt hair, begging the people for support. Then the senate convened to pass a decree requiring the people to dress as they would in times of public mourning. But the consuls opposed it, and Clodius, with armed men surrounding the senate house, caused many senators to flee, shouting and tearing their clothes. This scene stirred neither shame nor compassion; Cicero had to either escape or confront Clodius with violence. He pleaded with Pompey for help, who had purposely gone away and was staying at his country house in the Alban hills. First, he sent his son-in-law Piso to plead with him, and then he set out to speak to Pompey himself. Upon learning of this, Pompey didn't wait to meet him, feeling ashamed of all the struggles Cicero had faced on his behalf and how much of his political strategy had been for Pompey's benefit. Now being Caesar's son-in-law, he had forgotten all previous kindness and slipped out another door to avoid the meeting. Thus abandoned by Pompey and left to fend for himself, Cicero turned to the consuls. Gabinius was harsh with him, as usual, but Piso spoke more kindly, urging him to step aside temporarily for Clodius's rage and to wait for a shift in circumstances, reminding him to continue being his country’s protector from the dangers posed by the turmoil Clodius was inciting.
Cicero, receiving this answer, consulted with his friends. Lucullus advised him to stay, as being sure to prevail at last; others to fly, because the people would soon desire him again, when they should have enough of the rage and madness of Clodius. This last Cicero approved. But first he took a statue of Minerva, which had been long set up and greatly honored in his house, and carrying it to the capitol, there dedicated it, with the inscription, “To Minerva, Patroness of Rome.” And receiving an escort from his friends, about the middle of the night he left the city, and went by land through Lucania, intending to reach Sicily.
Cicero, after hearing this response, talked it over with his friends. Lucullus suggested he stay, believing he would eventually succeed; others recommended he leave, as the people would likely want him back once they grew tired of Clodius's rage and madness. Cicero agreed with the latter advice. But first, he took a statue of Minerva that had been prominently displayed and honored in his home for a long time, and he carried it to the Capitol, dedicating it with the inscription, “To Minerva, Patroness of Rome.” With an escort from his friends, he left the city around midnight and traveled by land through Lucania, aiming to reach Sicily.
But as soon as it was publicly known that he was fled, Clodius proposed to the people a decree of exile, and by his own order interdicted him fire and water, prohibiting any within five hundred miles in Italy to receive him into their houses. Most people, out of respect for Cicero, paid no regard to this edict, offering him every attention and escorting him on his way. But at Hipponium, a city of Lucania, now called Vibo, one Vibius, a Sicilian by birth, who, amongst many other instances of Cicero’s friendship, had been made head of the state engineers when he was consul, would not receive him into his house, sending him word he would appoint a place in the country for his reception. Caius Vergilius, the praetor of Sicily, who had been on the most intimate terms with him, wrote to him to forbear coming into Sicily. At these things Cicero being disheartened, went to Brundusium, whence putting forth with a prosperous wind, a contrary gale blowing from the sea carried him back to Italy- the next day. He put again to sea, and having reached Dyrrachium, on his coming to shore there, it is reported that an earthquake and a convulsion in the sea happened at the same time, signs which the diviners said intimated that his exile would not be long, for these were prognostics of change. Although many visited him with respect, and the cities of Greece contended which should honor him most, he yet continued disheartened and disconsolate, like an unfortunate lover, often casting his looks back upon Italy; and, indeed, he was become so poor-spirited, so humiliated and dejected by his misfortunes, as none could have expected in a man who had devoted so much of his life to study and learning. And yet he often desired his friends not to call him orator, but philosopher, because he had made philosophy his business, and had only used rhetoric as an instrument for attaining his objects in public life. But the desire of glory has great power in washing the tinctures of philosophy out of the souls of men, and in imprinting the passions of the common people, by custom and conversation, in the minds of those that take a part in governing them, unless the politician be very careful so to engage in public affairs as to interest himself only in the affairs themselves, but not participate in the passions that are consequent to them.
But as soon as it was publicly known that he had fled, Clodius proposed a decree of exile to the people and ordered that he be denied fire and water, forbidding anyone within five hundred miles in Italy from providing him shelter. Most people, out of respect for Cicero, ignored this edict, offering him hospitality and escorting him on his journey. However, in Hipponium, a city in Lucania now called Vibo, a man named Vibius, a Sicilian by birth, who had received many favors from Cicero, including being made the head of the state engineers when he was consul, refused to take him into his home, telling him he would designate a place in the countryside for his reception. Caius Vergilius, the praetor of Sicily, who had been very close to him, wrote to ask him not to come to Sicily. Discouraged by these events, Cicero went to Brundusium, but when he set sail with a favorable wind, a contrary gale from the sea blew him back to Italy the next day. He tried again to set sail and, after reaching Dyrrachium, reports say that an earthquake and a disturbance in the sea happened simultaneously when he arrived, signs that the soothsayers claimed indicated his exile would not be long, as these were omens of change. Although many visited him with respect, and the cities of Greece competed to honor him the most, he remained disheartened and miserable, like an unfortunate lover, often looking back at Italy; indeed, he had become so discouraged, so humiliated and weighed down by his misfortunes, that no one would have expected it from a man who had dedicated so much of his life to study and learning. Yet he often asked his friends not to call him an orator, but a philosopher, because he had devoted himself to philosophy and had only used rhetoric as a means to achieve his goals in public life. However, the desire for glory has a strong effect in washing away the essence of philosophy from people's souls and in imprinting the passions of the common people through custom and conversation, on those involved in governing them, unless a politician is very careful to engage in public affairs only in a way that interests himself in the matters at hand, yet does not allow himself to be swept up in the emotions that come with them.
Clodius, having thus driven away Cicero, fell to burning his farms and villas, and afterwards his city house, and built on the site of it a temple to Liberty. The rest of his property he exposed to sale by daily proclamation, but nobody came to buy. By these courses he became formidable to the noble citizens, and, being followed by the commonalty, whom he had filled with insolence and licentiousness, he began at last to try his strength against Pompey, some of whose arrangements in the countries he conquered, he attacked. The disgrace of this made Pompey begin to reproach himself for his cowardice in deserting Cicero, and, changing his mind, he now wholly set himself with his friends to contrive his return. And when Clodius opposed it, the senate made a vote that no public measure should be ratified or passed by them till Cicero was recalled. But when Lentulus was consul, the commotions grew so high upon this matter, that the tribunes were wounded in the Forum, and Quintus, Cicero’s brother, was left as dead, lying unobserved amongst the slain. The people began to change in their feelings; and Annius Milo, one of their tribunes, was the first who took confidence to summon Clodius to trial for acts of violence. Many of the common people and out of the neighboring cities formed a party with Pompey, and he went with them, and drove Clodius out of the Forum, and summoned the people to pass their vote. And, it is said, the people never passed any suffrage more unanimously than this. The senate, also, striving to outdo the people, sent letters of thanks to those cities which had received Cicero with respect in his exile, and decreed that his house and his country-places, which Clodius had destroyed, should be rebuilt at the public charge.
Clodius, having driven Cicero away, started destroying his farms and villas, and eventually set fire to his city house, building a temple to Liberty in its place. He put the rest of his property up for sale through daily announcements, but no one came to buy. Through these actions, he became a threat to the nobility, and with the support of the common people, whom he had empowered with arrogance and lawlessness, he began to challenge Pompey, attacking some of the measures Pompey had set in the conquered territories. This disgrace led Pompey to regret abandoning Cicero, and he decided to work with his friends to arrange Cicero's return. When Clodius opposed this, the Senate voted that no public measures should be approved or passed until Cicero was recalled. However, when Lentulus was consul, tensions escalated so much that tribunes were injured in the Forum, and Quintus, Cicero’s brother, was left for dead among the fallen. The public sentiment began to shift; Annius Milo, one of the tribunes, was the first to gain the courage to put Clodius on trial for violence. Many common people and citizens from nearby cities rallied around Pompey, who took them and drove Clodius out of the Forum, urging the people to cast their votes. It is said that the people had never voted more unanimously than during this time. The Senate, eager to exceed public approval, sent letters of thanks to the cities that had welcomed Cicero during his exile and decreed that his house and country estates, which Clodius had destroyed, should be rebuilt at public expense.
Thus Cicero returned sixteen months after his exile, and the cities were so glad, and people so zealous to meet him, that what he boasted of afterwards, that Italy had brought him on her shoulders home to Rome, was rather less than the truth. And Crassus himself, who had been his enemy before his exile, went then voluntarily to meet him, and was reconciled, to please his son Publius, as he said, who was Cicero’s affectionate admirer.
Thus, Cicero returned sixteen months after his exile, and the cities were so happy, and people so eager to see him, that what he claimed later—that Italy had carried him back to Rome on her shoulders—was actually an understatement. Even Crassus, who had been his enemy before his exile, willingly went to meet him and made peace, saying it was to please his son Publius, who was an enthusiastic admirer of Cicero.
Cicero had not been long at Rome, when, taking the opportunity of Clodius’s absence, he went, with a great company, to the capitol, and there tore and defaced the tribunician tables, in which were recorded the acts done in the time of Clodius. And on Clodius calling him in question for this, he answered, that he, being of the patrician order, had obtained the office of tribune against law, and, therefore, nothing done by him was valid. Cato was displeased at this, and opposed Cicero, not that he commended Clodius, but rather disapproved of his whole administration; yet, he contended, it was an irregular and violent course for the senate to vote the illegality of so many decrees and acts, including those of Cato’s own government in Cyprus and at Byzantium. This occasioned a breach between Cato and Cicero, which, though it came not to open enmity, yet made a more reserved friendship between them.
Cicero had not been in Rome for long when, seizing the chance while Clodius was absent, he went with a large group to the Capitol and there tore down and damaged the tribune's tablets that recorded the actions taken during Clodius's time. When Clodius confronted him about this, Cicero responded that as a patrician, Clodius had illegally obtained the office of tribune, and therefore, nothing he did was legitimate. Cato was unhappy with this and opposed Cicero, not because he supported Clodius, but because he disapproved of Clodius's entire administration. However, Cato argued that it was an irregular and forceful move for the senate to declare so many decrees and actions, including those from Cato's own governance in Cyprus and at Byzantium, as illegal. This created a rift between Cato and Cicero, which, although it didn’t lead to outright hostility, resulted in a more reserved friendship between them.
After this, Milo killed Clodius, and, being arraigned for the murder, he procured Cicero as his advocate. The senate, fearing lest the questioning of so eminent and high-spirited a citizen as Milo might disturb the peace of the city, committed the superintendence of this and of the other trials to Pompey, who should undertake to maintain the security alike of the city and of the courts of justice. Pompey, therefore, went in the night, and occupying the high grounds about it, surrounded the Forum with soldiers. Milo, fearing lest Cicero, being disturbed by such an unusual sight, should conduct his cause the less successfully, persuaded him to come in a litter into the Forum, and there repose himself till the judges were set, and the court filled. For Cicero, it seems, not only wanted courage in arms, but, in his speaking also, began with timidity, and in many cases scarcely left off trembling and shaking when he had got thoroughly into the current and the substance of his speech. Being to defend Licinius Murena against the prosecution of Cato, and being eager to outdo Hortensius, who had made his plea with great applause, he took so little rest that night, and was so disordered with thought and over-watching, that he spoke much worse than usual. And so now, on quitting his litter to commence the cause of Milo, at the sight of Pompey, posted, as it were, and encamped with his troops above, and seeing arms shining round about the Forum, he was so confounded, that he could hardly begin his speech, for the trembling of his body, and hesitance of his tongue; whereas Milo, meantime, was bold and intrepid in his demeanor, disdaining either to let his hair grow, or to put on the mourning habit. And this, indeed, seems to have been one principal cause of his condemnation. Cicero, however, was thought not so much to have shown timidity for himself, as anxiety about his friend.
After that, Milo killed Clodius, and when he was charged with murder, he got Cicero to represent him. The Senate, worried that questioning such a prominent and spirited citizen like Milo could disrupt the city's peace, put Pompey in charge of this and other trials to ensure the safety of both the city and the courts. So, Pompey went out at night and took control of the high ground nearby, surrounding the Forum with soldiers. Milo, afraid that Cicero might be thrown off by such an unusual sight and perform poorly, encouraged him to arrive in a litter at the Forum and rest there until the judges were ready and the court was filled. Cicero, it seems, not only lacked confidence in combat, but also started off his speeches with hesitation, often trembling and shaking even after getting into the flow of his argument. When defending Licinius Murena against Cato's prosecution and eager to outshine Hortensius, who had delivered a well-received plea, he barely rested that night and was so frazzled from overthinking and lack of sleep that he spoke much worse than usual. And now, as he got out of his litter to start Milo’s case, the sight of Pompey stationed with his troops above him and the weapons glinting around the Forum left him so rattled that he could hardly begin his speech, trembling physically and stumbling over his words; meanwhile, Milo appeared bold and fearless, choosing not to let his hair grow long or wear mourning clothes. This, in fact, seems to have been a major reason for his conviction. However, it was believed that Cicero's anxiety stemmed more from concern for his friend than from his own fear.
He was made one of the priests, whom the Romans call Augurs, in the room of Crassus the younger, dead in Parthia. Then he was appointed, by lot, to the province of Cilicia, and set sail thither with twelve thousand foot and two thousand six hundred horse. He had orders to bring back Cappadocia to its allegiance to Ariobarzanes, its king; which settlement he effected very completely without recourse to arms. And perceiving the Cilicians, by the great loss the Romans had suffered in Parthia, and the commotions in Syria, to have become disposed to attempt a revolt, by a gentle course of government he soothed them back into fidelity. He would accept none of the presents that were offered him by the kings; he remitted the charge of public entertainments, but daily, at his own house, received the ingenious and accomplished persons of the province, not sumptuously, but liberally. His house had no porter, nor was he ever found in bed by any man, but early in the morning, standing or walking before his door, he received those who came to offer their salutations. He is said never once to have ordered any of those under his command to be beaten with rods, or to have their garments rent. He never gave contumelious language in his anger, nor inflicted punishment with reproach. He detected an embezzlement, to a large amount, in the public money, and thus relieved the cities from their burdens, at the same time that he allowed those who made restitution, to retain without further punishment their rights as citizens. He engaged too, in war, so far as to give a defeat to the banditti who infested Mount Amanus, for which he was saluted by his army Imperator. To Caecilius, the orator, who asked him to send him some panthers from Cilicia, to be exhibited on the theater at Rome, he wrote, in commendation of his own actions, that there were no panthers in Cilicia, for they were all fled to Caria, in anger that in so general a peace they had become the sole objects of attack. On leaving his province, he touched at Rhodes, and tarried for some length of time at Athens, longing much to renew his old studies. He visited the eminent men of learning, and saw his former friends and companions; and after receiving in Greece the honors that were due to him, returned to the city, where everything was now just as it were in a flame, breaking out into a civil war.
He was appointed as one of the priests, known by the Romans as Augurs, to replace Crassus the younger, who had died in Parthia. Then he was selected by lot to oversee the province of Cilicia and set sail there with twelve thousand infantry and two thousand six hundred cavalry. His orders were to bring Cappadocia back into allegiance with its king, Ariobarzanes, which he achieved entirely without using force. Noticing that the Cilicians were inclined to revolt due to the heavy losses the Romans faced in Parthia and the unrest in Syria, he steered them back to loyalty with a gentle approach to governance. He refused to accept any gifts from the kings and canceled public entertainment expenses, but he warmly welcomed the clever and skilled people of the province into his home daily, not extravagantly, but generously. His house had no doorman, and he was never found in bed by anyone; instead, each morning, he stood or walked at his door, greeting those who came to pay their respects. He is said never to have ordered any of his men to be beaten or have their clothes torn. He never spoke harshly in anger or punished anyone while demeaning them. He uncovered significant embezzlement of public funds and relieved the cities of their burdens while allowing those who returned the money to keep their rights as citizens without further punishment. He also engaged in combat to the extent that he defeated the bandits who plagued Mount Amanus, for which his troops declared him Imperator. To Caecilius, the orator, who asked him to send some panthers from Cilicia for a performance in Rome, he replied, boasting about his own actions, that there were no panthers in Cilicia since they had all fled to Caria, upset that they had become the only targets during a time of general peace. After leaving his province, he stopped at Rhodes and spent a considerable amount of time in Athens, eager to revisit his old studies. He met with prominent scholars and caught up with his former friends and companions; after receiving the honors he deserved in Greece, he returned to the city, which was now engulfed in civil war.
When the senate would have decreed him a triumph, he told them he had rather, so differences were accommodated, follow the triumphal chariot of Caesar. In private, he gave advice to both, writing many letters to Caesar, and personally entreating Pompey; doing his best to soothe and bring to reason both the one and the other. But when matters became incurable, and Caesar was approaching Rome, and Pompey durst not abide it, but, with many honest citizens, left the city, Cicero, as yet, did not join in the flight, and was reputed to adhere to Caesar. And it is very evident he was in his thoughts much divided, and wavered painfully between both, for he writes in his epistles, “To which side should I turn? Pompey has the fair and honorable plea for war; and Caesar, on the other hand, has managed his affairs better, and is more able to secure himself and his friends. So that I know whom I should fly, not whom I should fly to.” But when Trebatius, one of Caesar’s friends, by letter signified to him that Caesar thought it was his most desirable course to join his party, and partake his hopes, but if he considered himself too old a man for this, then he should retire into Greece, and stay quietly there, out of the way of either party, Cicero, wondering that Caesar had not written himself, gave an angry reply, that he should not do anything unbecoming his past life. Such is the account to be collected from his letters.
When the Senate was about to declare him a triumph, he told them he’d rather follow Caesar's triumphal chariot. In private, he advised both sides, writing many letters to Caesar and personally pleading with Pompey, doing his best to calm and rationalize with both. But when the situation became hopeless, and Caesar was approaching Rome while Pompey dared not stay, leaving the city with many honest citizens, Cicero still did not join the exodus, and people viewed him as aligning with Caesar. It’s clear he was conflicted and struggled painfully between the two, as he wrote in his letters, “Which side should I choose? Pompey has a fair and honorable reason for war, while Caesar, on the other hand, has managed his affairs better and is more capable of protecting himself and his friends. So I know whom I should run from, not whom I should run to.” But when Trebatius, one of Caesar’s friends, informed him in a letter that Caesar thought it best for him to join his side and share in his hopes, suggesting that if he felt too old for this, he should retreat to Greece and stay out of the conflict, Cicero, surprised that Caesar hadn’t written himself, replied angrily that he wouldn’t do anything unworthy of his past life. This is the summary from his letters.
But as soon as Caesar was marched into Spain, he immediately sailed away to join Pompey. And he was welcomed by all but Cato; who, taking him privately, chid him for coming to Pompey. As for himself, he said, it had been indecent to forsake that part in the commonwealth which he had chosen from the beginning; but Cicero might have been more useful to his country and friends, if, remaining neuter, he had attended and used his influence to moderate the result, instead of coming hither to make himself, without reason or necessity, an enemy to Caesar, and a partner in such great dangers. By this language, partly, Cicero’s feelings were altered, and partly, also, because Pompey made no great use of him. Although, indeed, he was himself the cause of it, by his not denying that he was sorry he had come, by his depreciating Pompey’s resources, finding fault underhand with his counsels, and continually indulging in jests and sarcastic remarks on his fellow-soldiers. Though he went about in the camp with a gloomy and melancholy face himself, he was always trying to raise a laugh in others, whether they wished it or not. It may not be amiss to mention a few instances. To Domitius, on his preferring to a command one who was no soldier, and saying, in his defense, that he was a modest and prudent person, he replied, “Why did not you keep him for a tutor for your children?” On hearing Theophanes, the Lesbian, who was master of the engineers in the army, praised for the admirable way in which he had consoled the Rhodians for the loss of their fleet, “What a thing it is,” he said, “to have a Greek in command!” When Caesar had been acting successfully, and in a manner blockading Pompey, Lentulus was saying it was reported that Caesar’s friends were out of heart; “Because,” said Cicero, “they do not wish Caesar well.” To one Marcius, who had just come from Italy, and told them that there was a strong report at Rome that Pompey was blocked up, he said, “And you sailed hither to see it with your own eyes.” To Nonius, encouraging them after a defeat to be of good hope, because there were seven eagles still left in Pompey’s camp, “Good reason for encouragement,” said Cicero, “if we were going to fight with jack-daws.” Labienus insisted on some prophecies to the effect that Pompey would gain the victory; “Yes,” said Cicero, “and the first step in the campaign has been losing our camp.”
But as soon as Caesar marched into Spain, he immediately sailed away to join Pompey. He was welcomed by everyone except Cato, who privately scolded him for aligning with Pompey. Cato said it was inappropriate for him to abandon his role in the government that he had chosen from the start; however, Cicero could have been more helpful to his country and friends if he had stayed neutral and used his influence to moderate the situation, instead of coming here to irrationally become an enemy of Caesar and share in such serious dangers. This conversation partly changed Cicero’s feelings, and also because Pompey wasn’t making much use of him. Although, he himself caused this by not denying that he regretted coming, criticizing Pompey’s resources, subtly questioning his advice, and continually making jokes and sarcastic comments about his fellow soldiers. While he walked around the camp with a gloomy and sad expression, he always tried to get others to laugh, whether they wanted to or not. It might be worth mentioning a few examples. To Domitius, who appointed someone who was not a soldier to a command and defended it by saying he was modest and sensible, Cicero replied, “Why didn’t you keep him as a tutor for your kids?” Upon hearing Theophanes, the engineer in the army, praised for the great way he comforted the Rhodians for losing their fleet, he said, “What a strange thing it is to have a Greek in charge!” When Caesar had been acting successfully and effectively blocking Pompey, Lentulus claimed it was said that Caesar’s friends were discouraged; Cicero responded, “Because they don’t wish Caesar well.” To a man named Marcius, who had just come from Italy and said there was strong talk in Rome that Pompey was cornered, Cicero remarked, “And you sailed here just to see it for yourself.” To Nonius, who was trying to lift their spirits after a defeat because there were still seven eagles left in Pompey’s camp, Cicero said, “Good reason for optimism, if we were going to fight against jackdaws.” Labienus argued about some prophecies that Pompey would win; Cicero replied, “Yes, and the first step in the campaign was losing our camp.”
After the battle of Pharsalia was over, at which he was not present for want of health, and Pompey was fled, Cato, having considerable forces and a great fleet at Dyrrachium, would have had Cicero commander-in-chief, according to law, and the precedence of his consular dignity. And on his refusing the command, and wholly declining to take part in their plans for continuing the war, he was in the greatest danger of being killed, young Pompey and his friends calling him traitor, and drawing their swords upon him; only that Cato interposed, and hardly rescued and brought him out of the camp.
After the battle of Pharsalia was finished, where he wasn’t present due to health issues, and Pompey had fled, Cato, with a significant force and a large fleet at Dyrrachium, wanted Cicero to be the commander-in-chief, based on law and his rank as a former consul. When Cicero refused the command and completely opted out of their plans to continue the war, he was in serious danger of being killed. Young Pompey and his friends called him a traitor and drew their swords against him; only Cato intervened, barely managing to rescue him and get him out of the camp.
Afterwards, arriving at Brundusium, he tarried there sometime in expectation of Caesar, who was delayed by his affairs in Asia and Egypt. And when it was told him that he was arrived at Tarentum, and was coming thence by land to Brundusium, he hastened towards him, not altogether without hope, and yet in some fear of making experiment of the temper of an enemy and conqueror in the presence of many witnesses. But there was no necessity for him either to speak or do anything unworthy of himself; for Caesar, as soon as he saw him coming a good way before the rest of the company, came down to meet him, saluted him, and, leading the way, conversed with him alone for some furlongs. And from that time forward he continued to treat him with honor and respect; so that, when Cicero wrote an oration in praise of Cato, Caesar, in writing an answer to it, took occasion to commend Cicero’s own life and eloquence, comparing him to Pericles and Theramenes. Cicero’s oration was called Cato; Caesar’s, anti-Cato.
After arriving in Brundisium, he waited there for a while hoping to see Caesar, who was held up by matters in Asia and Egypt. When he was informed that Caesar had reached Tarentum and was traveling by land to Brundisium, he rushed to meet him, feeling a mix of hope and fear about facing an enemy and conqueror in front of many witnesses. However, he had no reason to act in a way that would bring shame, because as soon as Caesar spotted him coming ahead of the rest of the group, he came down to greet him, saluted him, and led the way, talking to him privately for a while. From then on, Caesar treated him with honor and respect. So when Cicero wrote a speech praising Cato, Caesar, in his reply, took the opportunity to praise Cicero’s life and eloquence, comparing him to Pericles and Theramenes. Cicero's speech was titled Cato; Caesar's response was titled anti-Cato.
So also, it is related that when Quintus Ligarius was prosecuted for having been in arms against Caesar, and Cicero had undertaken his defense, Caesar said to his friends, “Why might we not as well once more hear a speech from Cicero? Ligarius, there is no question, is a wicked man and an enemy.” But when Cicero began to speak, he wonderfully moved him, and proceeded in his speech with such varied pathos, and such a charm of language, that the color of Caesar’s countenance often changed, and it was evident that all the passions of his soul were in commotion. At length, the orator touching upon the Pharsalian battle, he was so affected that his body trembled, and some of the papers he held dropped out of his hands. And thus he was overpowered, and acquitted Ligarius.
So it’s also said that when Quintus Ligarius was put on trial for fighting against Caesar, and Cicero agreed to defend him, Caesar said to his friends, “Why not let us hear another speech from Cicero? Ligarius is undoubtedly a bad guy and an enemy.” But when Cicero started to speak, he moved Caesar deeply, delivering his speech with such emotional range and charm that the color of Caesar’s face frequently changed, showing the turmoil of his feelings. Eventually, when the orator mentioned the battle of Pharsalus, Caesar was so affected that he trembled, and some of the papers he was holding fell from his hands. In the end, he was overwhelmed and acquitted Ligarius.
Henceforth, the commonwealth being changed into a monarchy, Cicero withdrew himself from public affairs, and employed his leisure in instructing those young men that would, in philosophy; and by the near intercourse he thus had with some of the noblest and highest in rank, he again began to possess great influence in the city. The work and object which he set himself was to compose and translate philosophical dialogues and to render logical and physical terms into the Roman idiom. For he it was, as it is said, who first or principally gave Latin names to phantasia, syncatathesis, epokhe, catalepsis, atomon, ameres, kenon, and other such technical terms, which, either by metaphors or other means of accommodation, he succeeded in making intelligible and expressible to the Romans. For his recreation, he exercised his dexterity in poetry, and when he was set to it, would make five hundred verses in a night. He spent the greatest part of his time at his country-house near Tusculum. He wrote to his friends that he led the life of Laertes, either jestingly, as his custom was, or rather from a feeling of ambition for public employment, which made him impatient under the present state of affairs. He rarely went to the city, unless to pay his court to Caesar. He was commonly the first amongst those who voted him honors, and sought out new terms of praise for himself and for his actions. As, for example, what he said of the statues of Pompey, which had been thrown down, and were afterwards by Caesar’s orders set up again: that Caesar, by this act of humanity, had indeed set up Pompey’s statues, but he had fixed and established his own.
From now on, as the commonwealth turned into a monarchy, Cicero stepped back from public life and spent his time teaching young men about philosophy. Through his close relationships with some of the noblest and highest-ranking individuals, he regained significant influence in the city. His goal was to compose and translate philosophical dialogues and to adapt logical and physical terms into the Roman language. He was, as it’s said, the first or most prominent person to give Latin names to terms like phantasia, syncatathesis, epokhe, catalepsis, atomon, ameres, kenon, and other technical terms, which he successfully made understandable and expressible to the Romans through metaphors and other adaptations. For fun, he practiced writing poetry and could create five hundred lines in a night when he put his mind to it. He spent most of his time at his country house near Tusculum. He told his friends that he lived like Laertes, either jokingly, as was his style, or perhaps out of a sense of desire for public office, which made him restless with the current situation. He rarely visited the city unless it was to pay his respects to Caesar. He was usually among the first to vote for honors for Caesar and looked for new ways to praise himself and his actions. For instance, regarding the statues of Pompey that had been knocked down and later restored by Caesar’s order, he remarked that Caesar, through this act of kindness, had indeed reinstated Pompey’s statues, but he had also secured and established his own.
He had a design, it is said, of writing the history of his country, combining with it much of that of Greece, and incorporating in it all the stories and legends of the past that he had collected. But his purposes were interfered with by various public and various private unhappy occurrences and misfortunes; for most of which he was himself in fault. For first of all, he put away his wife Terentia, by whom he had been neglected in the time of the war, and sent away destitute of necessaries for his journey; neither did he find her kind when he returned into Italy, for she did not join him at Brundusium, where he stayed a long time, nor would allow her young daughter, who undertook so long a journey, decent attendance, or the requisite expenses; besides, she left him a naked and empty house, and yet had involved him in many and great debts. These were alleged as the fairest reasons for the divorce. But Terentia, who denied them all, had the most unmistakable defense furnished her by her husband himself, who not long after married a young maiden for the love of her beauty, as Terentia upbraided him; or as Tiro, his emancipated slave, has written, for her riches, to discharge his debts. For the young woman was very rich, and Cicero had the custody of her estate, being left guardian in trust; and being indebted many myriads of money, he was persuaded by his friends and relations to marry her, notwithstanding his disparity of age, and to use her money to satisfy his creditors. Antony, who mentions this marriage in his answer to the Philippics, reproaches him for putting away a wife with whom he had lived to old age; adding some happy strokes of sarcasm on Cicero’s domestic, inactive, unsoldier-like habits. Not long after this marriage, his daughter died in child-bed at Lentulus’s house, to whom she had been married after the death of Piso, her former husband. The philosophers from all parts came to comfort Cicero; for his grief was so excessive, that he put away his new-married wife, because she seemed to be pleased at the death of Tullia. And thus stood Cicero’s domestic affairs at this time.
He had a plan to write the history of his country, blending it with much of Greece’s history and including all the stories and legends he had gathered from the past. However, his goals were disrupted by various public and private misfortunes, most of which he caused himself. First, he dismissed his wife Terentia, who had neglected him during the war, and sent her off without the necessities for her journey. When he returned to Italy, she wasn't welcoming; she didn’t join him in Brundusium, where he stayed for a long time, nor did she provide her young daughter, who had taken a long journey, with proper care or the costs she needed. Besides, she left him with an empty house but had put him into significant debt. These reasons were put forward as justifications for the divorce. Terentia, who denied all these claims, had her most undeniable defense from her husband himself, who soon after married a young woman for her beauty, as Terentia pointed out; or as Tiro, his freed slave, wrote, for her wealth, to pay off his debts. The young woman was very wealthy, and Cicero became the guardian of her estate after being appointed as trustee; despite the age difference, he was persuaded by friends and family to marry her and use her money to settle his debts. Antony, who mentioned this marriage in his response to the Philippics, criticized him for leaving a wife with whom he had spent so many years, adding some biting sarcasm about Cicero’s domestic, inactive, unwarrior-like lifestyle. Shortly after this marriage, his daughter died in childbirth at Lentulus’s house, to which she had been married after the death of her previous husband, Piso. Philosophers from all over came to console Cicero; his grief was so overwhelming that he sent away his newly married wife because she appeared to be relieved by Tullia's death. And that was the state of Cicero’s domestic life at that time.
He had no concern in the design that was now forming against Caesar, although, in general, he was Brutus’s most principal confidant, and one who was as aggrieved at the present, and as desirous of the former state of public affairs, as any other whatsoever. But they feared his temper, as wanting courage, and his old age, in which the most daring dispositions are apt to be timorous.
He had no involvement in the plan that was taking shape against Caesar, even though, in general, he was Brutus's closest confidant and just as upset about the current situation and eager for the return to better times in public affairs as anyone else. But they worried about his temperament, seeing him as lacking in courage, and his old age, which tends to make the boldest individuals timid.
As soon, therefore, as the act was committed by Brutus and Cassius, and the friends of Caesar were got together, so that there was fear the city would again be involved in a civil war, Antony, being consul, convened the senate, and made a short address recommending concord. And Cicero, following with various remarks such as the occasion called for, persuaded the senate to imitate the Athenians, and decree an amnesty for what had been done in Caesar’s case, and to bestow provinces on Brutus and Cassius. But neither of these things took effect. For as soon as the common people, of themselves inclined to pity, saw the dead body of Caesar borne through the marketplace, and Antony showing his clothes filled with blood, and pierced through in every part with swords, enraged to a degree of frenzy, they made a search for the murderers, and with firebrands in their hands ran to their houses to burn them. They, however, being forewarned, avoided this danger; and expecting many more and greater to come, they left the city.
As soon as Brutus and Cassius acted, and Caesar's supporters gathered, there was a real fear that the city would slip back into civil war. Antony, the consul, called a senate meeting and gave a brief speech urging unity. Cicero followed with various comments suitable to the situation, convincing the senate to copy the Athenians by granting amnesty for what happened to Caesar and giving provinces to Brutus and Cassius. However, neither of these proposals went through. When the common people, naturally inclined to sympathy, saw Caesar’s dead body being carried through the marketplace, and Antony showing his blood-soaked clothes, stabbed all over, they became furious. They searched for the murderers and ran to their houses with torches to burn them down. However, being warned in advance, the murderers escaped this danger, anticipating even more serious threats to come, and left the city.
Antony on this was at once in exultation, and everyone was in alarm with the prospect that he would make himself sole ruler, and Cicero in more alarm than anyone. For Antony, seeing his influence reviving in the commonwealth, and knowing how closely he was connected with Brutus, was ill-pleased to have him in the city. Besides, there had been some former jealousy between them, occasioned by the difference of their manners. Cicero, fearing the event, was inclined to go as lieutenant with Dolabella into Syria. But Hirtius and Pansa, consuls elect as successors of Antony, good men and lovers of Cicero, entreated him not to leave them, undertaking to put down Antony if he would stay in Rome. And he, neither distrusting wholly, nor trusting them, let Dolabella go without him, promising Hirtius that he would go and spend his summer at Athens, and return again when he entered upon his office. So he set out on his journey; but some delay occurring in his passage, new intelligence, as often happens, came suddenly from Rome, that Antony had made an astonishing change, and was doing all things and managing all public affairs at the will of the senate, and that there wanted nothing but his presence to bring things to a happy settlement. And therefore, blaming himself for his cowardice, he returned again to Rome, and was not deceived in his hopes at the beginning. For such multitudes flocked out to meet him, that the compliments and civilities which were paid him at the gates, and at his entrance into the city, took up almost one whole day’s time.
Antony was thrilled about this, while everyone else was worried he would make himself the sole ruler, and Cicero was more anxious than anyone. Antony, seeing his influence in the republic rising and knowing his close ties to Brutus, was not happy to have him in the city. Additionally, there had been some past rivalry between them due to their differing styles. Cicero, fearing the outcome, was thinking about going with Dolabella to Syria as his deputy. However, Hirtius and Pansa, the consuls-elect who would succeed Antony, good men and supporters of Cicero, urged him not to leave, promising to handle Antony if he stayed in Rome. Uncertain of their reliability but not completely distrustful, he let Dolabella go without him, assuring Hirtius that he would head to Athens for the summer and return when he took office. He set off on his journey, but due to some delays, he received unexpected news from Rome that Antony had made a remarkable turnaround and was managing all public affairs according to the senate's wishes, and that all that was needed was his presence to resolve things positively. Regretting his earlier hesitation, he returned to Rome, and his initial hopes were not misplaced. So many people came out to welcome him that the greetings and courtesies he received at the gates and as he entered the city took almost an entire day.
On the morrow, Antony convened the senate, and summoned Cicero thither. He came not, but kept is bed, pretending to be ill with his journey; but the true reason seemed the fear of some design against him, upon a suspicion and intimation given him on his way to Rome. Antony, however, showed great offense at the affront, and sent soldiers, commanding them to bring him or burn his house; but many interceding and supplicating for him, he was contented to accept sureties. Ever after, when they met, they passed one another with silence, and continued on their guard, till Caesar, the younger, coming from Apollonia, entered on the first Caesar’s inheritance, and was engaged in a dispute with Antony about two thousand five hundred myriads of money, which Antony detained from the estate.
The next day, Antony called a meeting of the senate and summoned Cicero to come. He didn’t show up, pretending to be sick from his journey; but the real reason seemed to be his fear of a plot against him, based on a warning he received on his way to Rome. Antony, however, was very offended by this slight and sent soldiers to either bring Cicero in or burn his house down; but after many people intervened and pleaded for him, he agreed to accept guarantees. From then on, whenever they met, they passed each other in silence and stayed on their guard, until Caesar, the younger, returned from Apollonia, claimed his inheritance from the first Caesar, and got involved in a dispute with Antony over two thousand five hundred myriads of money that Antony was withholding from the estate.
Upon this, Philippus, who married the mother, and Marcellus, who married the sister of young Caesar, came with the young man to Cicero, and agreed with him that Cicero should give them the aid of his eloquence and political influence with the senate and people, and Caesar give Cicero the defense of his riches and arms. For the young man had already a great party of the soldiers of Caesar about him. And Cicero’s readiness to join him was founded, it is said, on some yet stronger motives; for it seems, while Pompey and Caesar were yet alive, Cicero, in his sleep, had fancied himself engaged in calling some of the sons of the senators into the capitol, Jupiter being about, according to the dream, to declare one of them the chief ruler of Rome. The citizens, running up with curiosity, stood about the temple, and the youths, sitting in their purple-bordered robes, kept silence. On a sudden the doors opened, and the youths, arising one by one in order, passed round the god, who reviewed them all, and, to their sorrow, dismissed them; but when this one was passing by, the god stretched forth his right hand and said, “O ye Romans, this young man, when he shall be lord of Rome, shall put an end to all your civil wars.” It is said that Cicero formed from his dream a distinct image of the youth, and retained it afterwards perfectly, but did not know who it was. The next day, going down into the Campus Martius, he met the boys resuming from their gymnastic exercises, and the first was he, just as he had appeared to him in his dream. Being astonished at it, he asked him who were his parents. And it proved to be this young Caesar, whose father was a man of no great eminence, Octavius, and his mother, Attia, Caesar’s sister’s daughter; for which reason, Caesar, who had no children, made him by will the heir of his house and property. From that time, it is said that Cicero studiously noticed the youth whenever he met him, and he as kindly received the civility; and by fortune he happened to be born when Cicero was consul.
Upon this, Philippus, who married the mother, and Marcellus, who married the sister of young Caesar, came with the young man to Cicero, and agreed with him that Cicero would use his eloquence and political influence with the senate and people, while Caesar would ensure Cicero’s protection of his wealth and resources. The young man already had a significant group of Caesar's soldiers around him. Cicero’s willingness to support him was reportedly based on even stronger reasons; it seems that while Pompey and Caesar were still alive, Cicero had a dream where he imagined himself calling some of the sons of senators to the Capitol, where Jupiter was about to declare one of them the chief ruler of Rome. Curious citizens gathered around the temple, and the youths, dressed in their purple-bordered robes, remained silent. Suddenly, the doors opened, and the youths, standing one by one in order, circled around the god, who reviewed them all and, to their disappointment, dismissed them. But when this one passed by, the god extended his right hand and said, “O ye Romans, this young man, when he becomes lord of Rome, will put an end to all your civil wars.” It’s said that Cicero created a vivid image of the youth from his dream and retained it afterwards, but did not know who he was. The next day, as he was walking in the Campus Martius, he saw the boys finishing their gymnastics, and the first was just as he had seen him in the dream. Astonished, he asked about his parents. It turned out to be young Caesar, whose father was not well-known, Octavius, and his mother, Attia, was the daughter of Caesar’s sister. For this reason, Caesar, who had no children, made him the heir of his estate by will. From that time, it is said that Cicero observed the youth closely whenever he encountered him, and he was equally gracious in return. By chance, he happened to be born when Cicero was consul.
These were the reasons spoken of; but it was principally Cicero’s hatred of Antony, and a temper unable to resist honor, which fastened him to Caesar, with the purpose of getting the support of Caesar’s power for his own public designs. For the young man went so far in his court to him, that he called him Father; at which Brutus was so highly displeased, that, in his epistles to Atticus he reflected on Cicero saying, it was manifest, by his courting Caesar for fear of Antony, he did not intend liberty to his country, but an indulgent master to himself. Notwithstanding, Brutus took Cicero’s son, then studying philosophy at Athens, gave him a command, and employed him in various ways, with a good result. Cicero’s own power at this time was at the greatest height in the city, and he did whatsoever he pleased; he completely overpowered and drove out Antony, and sent the two consuls, Hirtius and Pansa, with an army, to reduce him; and, on the other hand, persuaded the senate to allow Caesar the lictors and ensigns of a praetor, as though he were his country’s defender. But after Antony was defeated in battle, and the two consuls slain, the armies united, and ranged themselves with Caesar. And the senate, fearing the young man, and his extraordinary fortune, endeavored, by honors and gifts, to call off the soldiers from him, and to lessen his power; professing there was no further need of arms, now Antony was put to flight.
These were the reasons discussed; however, it was mainly Cicero’s hatred of Antony and his inability to resist ambition that tied him to Caesar, hoping to gain Caesar’s support for his own political plans. The young man went so far in his flattery that he called Caesar "Father," which greatly angered Brutus. In his letters to Atticus, he criticized Cicero, saying that by courting Caesar out of fear of Antony, it was clear he didn’t want freedom for his country, but rather a lenient master for himself. Nevertheless, Brutus took Cicero’s son, who was studying philosophy in Athens, gave him a command, and put him to work in various roles with positive results. At that time, Cicero’s power in the city was at its peak, and he did whatever he wanted; he completely defeated and expelled Antony and sent the two consuls, Hirtius and Pansa, with an army to subdue him. On the other hand, he convinced the senate to grant Caesar the rights and symbols of a praetor, as if he were the protector of the country. But after Antony was defeated in battle and the two consuls were killed, the armies came together and aligned themselves with Caesar. The senate, fearing the young man and his remarkable fortune, tried to entice the soldiers away from him with honors and gifts, claiming there was no longer any need for arms now that Antony was in retreat.
This giving Caesar an affright, he privately sends some friends to entreat and persuade Cicero to procure the consular dignity for them both together; saying he should manage the affairs as he pleased, should have the supreme power, and govern the young man who was only desirous of name and glory. And Caesar himself confessed, that in fear of ruin, and in danger of being deserted, he had seasonably made use of Cicero’s ambition, persuading him to stand with him, and to accept the offer of his aid and interest for the consulship.
This scared Caesar, so he secretly sent some friends to ask Cicero to help him achieve the consulship for both of them. He said Cicero could handle everything as he wanted, have the ultimate authority, and take charge of the young man who only cared about fame and glory. Caesar himself admitted that, out of fear of disaster and the risk of being abandoned, he had wisely tapped into Cicero’s ambition, convincing him to join forces and accept his support and influence for the consulship.
And now, more than at any other time, Cicero let himself be carried away and deceived, though an old man, by the persuasions of a boy. He joined him in soliciting votes, and procured the good-will of the senate, not without blame at the time on the part of his friends; and he, too, soon enough after, saw that he had ruined himself, and betrayed the liberty of his country. For the young man, once established, and possessed of the office of consul, bade Cicero farewell; and, reconciling himself to Antony and Lepidus, joined his power with theirs, and divided the government, like a piece of property, with them. Thus united, they made a schedule of above two hundred persons who were to be put to death. But the greatest contention in all their debates was on the question of Cicero’s case. Antony would come to no conditions, unless he should be the first man to be killed. Lepidus held with Antony, and Caesar opposed them both. They met secretly and by themselves, for three days together, near the town of Bononia. The spot was not far from the camp, with a river surrounding it. Caesar, it is said, contended earnestly for Cicero the first two days; but on the third day he yielded, and gave him up.
And now, more than ever, Cicero let himself be swayed and tricked, even as an old man, by a young guy. He joined him in asking for votes and won the support of the senate, which drew criticism from his friends at the time; but he soon realized that he had ruined himself and betrayed his country's freedom. Once the young man secured his position as consul, he said goodbye to Cicero and made peace with Antony and Lepidus, teaming up with them to divide the government like it was a piece of property. Together, they created a list of over two hundred people who were to be executed. The biggest point of contention in all their discussions was Cicero’s fate. Antony wouldn’t agree to anything unless he was the first one to be killed. Lepidus sided with Antony, while Caesar opposed them both. They secretly met alone for three days near the town of Bononia, not far from the camp, with a river surrounding the area. It’s said that Caesar fought hard for Cicero during the first two days, but on the third day, he gave in and turned against him.
The terms of their mutual concessions were these; that Caesar should desert Cicero, Lepidus his brother Paulus, and Antony, Lucius Caesar, his uncle by his mother’s side. Thus they let their anger and fury take from them the sense of humanity, and demonstrated that no beast is more savage than man, when possessed with power answerable to his rage.
The terms of their mutual agreements were these: that Caesar would abandon Cicero, Lepidus his brother Paulus, and Antony would abandon Lucius Caesar, his uncle on his mother’s side. In this way, they allowed their anger and fury to strip away their sense of humanity, showing that no beast is more savage than man when fueled by power equal to his rage.
Whilst these things were contriving, Cicero was with his brother at his country-house near Tusculum; whence, hearing of the proscriptions, they determined to pass to Astura, a villa of Cicero’s near the sea, and to take shipping from thence for Macedonia to Brutus, of whose strength in that province news had already been heard. They traveled together in their separate litters, overwhelmed with sorrow; and often stopping on the way till their litters came together, condoled with one another. But Quintus was the more disheartened, when he reflected on his want of means for his journey; for, as he said, he had brought nothing with him from home. And even Cicero himself had but a slender provision. It was judged, therefore, most expedient that Cicero should make what haste he could to fly, and Quintus return home to provide necessaries, and thus resolved, they mutually embraced, and parted with many tears.
While all this was happening, Cicero was with his brother at his country house near Tusculum. When they heard about the proscriptions, they decided to head to Astura, one of Cicero's villas by the sea, and take a boat from there to Macedonia to reach Brutus, whose strength in the province had already been reported. They traveled together in their separate litters, filled with sorrow, often stopping along the way until their litters met, sharing words of comfort. However, Quintus was more discouraged when he thought about not having enough for the journey, as he mentioned that he had brought nothing with him from home. Even Cicero had only a small amount of supplies. So, it was decided that Cicero should hurry to escape while Quintus would return home to gather what they needed. With that, they embraced each other and parted with many tears.
Quintus, within a few days after, betrayed by his servants to those who came to search for him, was slain, together with his young son. But Cicero was carried to Astura, where, finding a vessel, he immediately went on board her, and sailed as far as Circaeum with a prosperous gale; but when the pilots resolved immediately to set sail from thence, whether fearing the sea, or not wholly distrusting the faith of Caesar, he went on shore, and passed by land a hundred furlongs, as if he was going for Rome. But losing resolution and changing his mind, he again returned to the sea, and there spent the night in fearful and perplexed thoughts. Sometimes he resolved to go into Caesar’s house privately, and there kill himself upon the altar of his household gods, to bring divine vengeance upon him; but the fear of torture put him off this course. And after passing through a variety of confused and uncertain counsels, at last he let his servants carry him by sea to Capitae, where he had a house, an agreeable place to retire to in the heat of summer, when the Etesian winds are so pleasant.
Quintus was betrayed by his servants just a few days later to those who came looking for him and was killed, along with his young son. Meanwhile, Cicero was taken to Astura, where he found a ship and quickly boarded it, sailing as far as Circaeum with a favorable wind. However, when the pilots decided to set sail from there, whether out of fear of the sea or doubt about Caesar's trustworthiness, he went ashore and traveled a hundred furlongs by land, as if he were heading to Rome. But after losing his determination and changing his mind, he returned to the sea and spent the night in fear and confusion. At times, he considered secretly entering Caesar's house and killing himself on the altar of his household gods to seek divine retribution against him, but the fear of torture stopped him from going through with it. After wrestling with various unclear and uncertain plans, he finally had his servants take him by sea to Capitae, where he owned a house, a pleasant retreat for the summer heat when the Etesian winds are so refreshing.
There was at that place a chapel of Apollo, not far from the sea-side, from which a flight of crows rose with a great noise, and made towards Cicero’s vessel as it rowed to land, and lighting on both sides of the yard, some croaked, others pecked the ends of the ropes. This was looked upon by all as an ill omen; and, therefore, Cicero went again ashore, and entering his house, lay down upon his bed to compose himself to rest. Many of the crows settled about the window, making a dismal cawing; but one of them alighted upon the bed where Cicero lay covered up, and with its bill by little and little pecked off the clothes from his face. His servants, seeing this, blamed themselves that they should stay to be spectators of their master’s murder, and do nothing in his defense, whilst the brute creatures came to assist and take care of him in his undeserved affliction; and, therefore, partly by entreaty, partly by force, they took him up, and carried him in his litter towards the sea-side.
There was a chapel of Apollo near the seaside, where a flock of crows suddenly took flight with a loud noise and headed towards Cicero’s boat as it entered the shore. They landed on both sides of the yard; some cawed, while others pecked at the ends of the ropes. Everyone saw this as a bad sign, so Cicero went back ashore, entered his house, and lay down on his bed to calm himself. Many crows gathered around the window, making a mournful cawing; but one of them landed on the bed where Cicero was covered up and gradually pecked away the blankets from his face. His servants, witnessing this, felt guilty for just watching their master’s potential death without doing anything to defend him, especially as these wild creatures seemed intent on helping him in his undeserved suffering. So, by pleading and with some force, they picked him up and carried him in a litter towards the seaside.
But in the meantime the assassins were come with a band of soldiers, Herennius, a centurion, and Popillius, a tribune, whom Cicero had formerly defended when prosecuted for the murder of his father. Finding the doors shut, they broke them open, and Cicero not appearing and those within saying they knew not where he was, it is stated that a youth, who had been educated by Cicero in the liberal arts and sciences, an emancipated slave of his brother Quintus, Philologus by name, informed the tribune that the litter was on its way to the sea through the close and shady walks. The tribune, taking a few with him, ran to the place where he was to come out. And Cicero, perceiving Herennius running in the walks, commanded his servants to set down the litter; and stroking his chin, as he used to do, with his left hand, he looked steadfastly upon his murderers, his person covered with dust, his beard and hair untrimmed, and his face worn with his troubles. So that the greatest part of those that stood by covered their faces whilst Herennius slew him. And thus was he murdered, stretching forth his neck out of the litter, being now in his sixty-fourth year. Herennius cut off his head, and, by Antony’s command, his hands also, by which his Philippics were written; for so Cicero styled those orations he wrote against Antony, and so they are called to this day.
But in the meantime, the assassins arrived with a group of soldiers: Herennius, a centurion, and Popillius, a tribune whom Cicero had previously defended during a trial for the murder of his father. Finding the doors locked, they broke them open, and since Cicero didn't appear and those inside said they didn’t know where he was, it’s reported that a young man, who had been educated by Cicero in the liberal arts and sciences and was a freed slave of his brother Quintus, named Philologus, told the tribune that the litter was heading to the sea through the nearby shady paths. The tribune took a few men with him and ran to the place where Cicero was supposed to emerge. When Cicero saw Herennius running in the paths, he ordered his servants to lower the litter. Stroking his chin, as he often did, with his left hand, he gazed steadily at his assassins, his body covered in dust, his beard and hair unkempt, and his face showing the marks of his struggles. Most of the onlookers covered their faces as Herennius killed him. Thus, he was murdered, stretching his neck out of the litter, at the age of sixty-four. Herennius decapitated him, and by Antony’s order, he also cut off his hands—the hands that had written his Philippics, as Cicero called the speeches he wrote against Antony, and they are still referred to by that name today.
When these members of Cicero were brought to Rome, Antony was holding an assembly for the choice of public officers; and when he heard it, and saw them, he cried out, “Now let there be an end of our proscriptions.” He commanded his head and hands to be fastened up over the Rostra, where the orators spoke; a sight which the Roman people shuddered to behold, and they believed they saw there not the face of Cicero, but the image of Antony’s own soul. And yet amidst these actions he did justice in one thing, by delivering up Philologus to Pomponia, the wife of Quintus; who, having got his body into her power, besides other grievous punishments, made him cut off his own flesh by pieces, and roast and eat it; for so some writers have related. But Tiro, Cicero’s emancipated slave, has not so much as mentioned the treachery of Philologus.
When those members of Cicero were brought to Rome, Antony was leading a meeting to choose public officials; when he heard about it and saw them, he shouted, “Now let’s put an end to our proscriptions.” He ordered that his head and hands be displayed on the Rostra, where the orators spoke; a sight that made the Roman people shudder, and they believed they saw not just Cicero’s face, but a reflection of Antony’s own soul. Yet, amidst these actions, he did do one thing right by handing Philologus over to Pomponia, the wife of Quintus; after gaining control over him, she subjected him to terrible punishments, including making him cut off his own flesh in pieces, roast it, and eat it; as some writers have reported. However, Tiro, Cicero’s freed slave, didn’t mention Philologus's betrayal at all.
Some long time after, Caesar, I have been told, visiting one of his daughter’s sons, found him with a book of Cicero’s in his hand. The boy for fear endeavored to hide it under his gown; which Caesar perceiving, took it from him, and turning over a great part of the book standing, gave it him again, and said, “My child, this was a learned man, and a lover of his country.” And immediately after he had vanquished Antony, being then consul, he made Cicero’s son his colleague in the office; and under that consulship, the senate took down all the statues of Antony, and abolished all the other honors that had been given him, and decreed that none of that family should thereafter bear the name of Marcus; and thus the final acts of the punishment of Antony were, by the divine powers, devolved upon the family of Cicero.
Some time later, Caesar visited one of his daughter’s sons and found him holding a book by Cicero. The boy, afraid, tried to hide it under his gown. Caesar noticed this, took the book from him, flipped through a large part of it while standing, handed it back, and said, “My child, this man was wise and loved his country.” Soon after defeating Antony, while serving as consul, he appointed Cicero’s son as his colleague in office. During that consulship, the senate removed all of Antony’s statues, canceled all the honors he had received, and declared that no member of his family could ever carry the name Marcus again. Thus, the final actions of Antony's punishment were, by divine will, placed upon Cicero’s family.
COMPARISON OF DEMOSTHENES AND CICERO
These are the most memorable circumstances recorded in history of Demosthenes and Cicero which have come to our knowledge. But omitting an exact comparison of their respective faculties in speaking, yet thus much seems fit to be said; that Demosthenes, to make himself a master in rhetoric, applied all the faculties he had, natural or acquired, wholly that way; that he far surpassed in force and strength of eloquence all his contemporaries in political and judicial speaking, in grandeur and majesty all the panegyrical orators, and in accuracy and science all the logicians and rhetoricians of his day; that Cicero was highly educated, and by his diligent study became a most accomplished general scholar in all these branches, having left behind him numerous philosophical treatises of his own on Academic principles; as, indeed, even in his written speeches, both political and judicial, we see him continually trying to show his learning by the way. And one may discover the different temper of each of them in their speeches. For Demosthenes’s oratory was without all embellishment and jesting, wholly composed for real effect and seriousness; not smelling of the lamp, as Pytheas scoffingly said, but of the temperance, thoughtfulness, austerity, and grave earnestness of his temper. Whereas Cicero’s love of mockery often ran him into scurrility; and in his love of laughing away serious arguments in judicial cases by jests and facetious remarks, with a view to the advantage of his clients, he paid too little regard to what was decent: saying, for example, in his defense of Caelius, that he had done no absurd thing in such plenty and affluence to indulge himself in pleasures, it being a kind of madness not to enjoy the things we possess, especially since the most eminent philosophers have asserted pleasure to be the chiefest good. So also we are told, that when Cicero, being consul, undertook the defense of Murena against Cato’s prosecution, by way of bantering Cato, he made a long series of jokes upon the absurd paradoxes, as they are called, of the Stoic sect; so that a loud laughter passing from the crowd to the judges, Cato, with a quiet smile, said to those that sat next him, “My friends, what an amusing consul we have.”
These are the most memorable moments recorded in history about Demosthenes and Cicero that we know of. While we won't make a direct comparison of their speaking skills, it's worth noting a few things: Demosthenes dedicated all his natural and learned abilities to mastering rhetoric. He outperformed all his contemporaries in the power and strength of his political and judicial speech, excelled in grandeur and dignity over all the ceremonial orators, and surpassed the logicians and rhetoricians of his time in accuracy and knowledge. Cicero, on the other hand, was well-educated and, through hard work, became a highly accomplished general scholar in these areas, leaving behind numerous philosophical works on Academic principles. Even in his written speeches, whether political or legal, he constantly tried to demonstrate his learning. The different styles of each are evident in their speeches. Demosthenes’s oratory lacked embellishment and humor; it was entirely focused on achieving real impact and seriousness. It didn’t give off the scent of late-night study, as Pytheas mockingly put it, but rather exuded temperance, thoughtfulness, austerity, and grave earnestness. In contrast, Cicero often indulged his fondness for mockery, which sometimes led him into crudeness. He would often trivialize serious arguments in legal cases with jokes and witty remarks, prioritizing his clients' advantage over what was appropriate. For example, in defending Caelius, he argued that it wasn’t absurd for someone with wealth to indulge in pleasures, claiming it was foolish not to enjoy what we have, especially since many renowned philosophers consider pleasure to be the highest good. Similarly, when Cicero was consul and defended Murena against Cato’s prosecution, he made a series of jokes about the absurd paradoxes of the Stoic school, causing laughter to ripple from the crowd to the judges. Cato, smiling quietly, remarked to those nearby, “My friends, what an entertaining consul we have.”
And, indeed, Cicero was by natural temper very much disposed to mirth and pleasantry, and always appeared with a smiling and serene countenance. But Demosthenes had constant care and thoughtfulness in his look, and a serious anxiety, which he seldom, if ever, laid aside; and, therefore, was accounted by his enemies, as he himself confessed, morose and ill-mannered.
And, indeed, Cicero was naturally inclined to humor and lightheartedness, always appearing with a smiling and calm face. In contrast, Demosthenes had a constant look of worry and seriousness, with a weight on his mind that he rarely, if ever, shrugged off; because of this, his enemies, as he admitted himself, considered him grumpy and rude.
Also, it is very evident, out of their several writings, that Demosthenes never touched upon his own praises but decently and without offense when there was need of it, and for some weightier end; but, upon other occasions modestly and sparingly. But Cicero’s immeasurable boasting of himself in his orations argues him guilty of an uncontrollable appetite for distinction, his cry being evermore that arms should give place to the gown, and the soldier’s laurel to the tongue. And at last we find him extolling not only his deeds and actions, but his orations also, as well those that were only spoken, as those that were published; as if he were engaged in a boyish trial of skill, who should speak best, with the rhetoricians, Isocrates and Anaximenes, not as one who could claim the task to guide and instruct the Roman nation, the
Also, it's pretty clear from their writings that Demosthenes only talked about his own achievements when it was appropriate and necessary, and he did so in a respectful way. Most of the time, he was modest and careful about it. On the other hand, Cicero's excessive bragging in his speeches shows he had an insatiable desire for recognition, always insisting that the robe should take precedence over the sword, and that the soldier's glory should bow to the power of speech. In the end, we see him praising not just his own actions, but also his speeches—both those delivered live and those that were published—as if he were in a competitive setting with rhetoricians like Isocrates and Anaximenes, rather than taking on the serious role of guiding and instructing the Roman people.
Soldier full-armed, terrific to the foe.
Soldier fully armed, intimidating to the enemy.
It is necessary, indeed, for a political leader to be an able speaker; but it is an ignoble thing for any man to admire and relish the glory of his own eloquence. And, in this matter, Demosthenes had a more than ordinary gravity and magnificence of mind, accounting his talent in speaking nothing more than a mere accomplishment and matter of practice, the success of which must depend greatly on the good-will and candor of his hearers, and regarding those who pride themselves on such accounts to be men of a low and petty disposition.
A political leader definitely needs to be a skilled speaker; however, it's unworthy for anyone to take pride in and enjoy the praise of their own eloquence. In this regard, Demosthenes had an exceptional seriousness and grandeur of mind, viewing his speaking ability as just a skill developed through practice, whose success largely relies on the goodwill and openness of his audience. He considered those who boast about their speaking skills to be people of a small and insignificant character.
The power of persuading and governing the people did, indeed, equally belong to both, so that those who had armies and camps at command stood in need of their assistance; as Chares, Diopithes, and Leosthenes of Demosthenes’s, Pompey and young Caesar of Cicero’s, as the latter himself admits in his Memoirs addressed to Agrippa and Maecenas. But what are thought and commonly said most to demonstrate and try the tempers of men, namely, authority and place, by moving every passion, and discovering every frailty, these are things which Demosthenes never received; nor was he ever in a position to give such proof of himself, having never obtained any eminent office, nor led any of those armies into the field against Philip which he raised by his eloquence. Cicero, on the other hand, was sent quaestor into Sicily, and proconsul into Cilicia and Cappadocia, at a time when avarice was at the height, and the commanders and governors who were employed abroad, as though they thought it a mean thing to steal, set themselves to seize by open force; so that it seemed no heinous matter to take bribes, but he that did it most moderately was in good esteem. And yet he, at this time, gave the most abundant proofs alike of his contempt of riches and of his humanity and good-nature. And at Rome, when he was created consul in name, but indeed received sovereign and dictatorial authority against Catiline and his conspirators, he attested the truth of Plato’s prediction, that then the miseries of states would be at an end, when by a happy fortune supreme power, wisdom, and justice should be united in one.
The ability to persuade and govern the people truly belonged to both, which meant that those with armies and camps needed their support; like Chares, Diopithes, and Leosthenes needed Demosthenes, and Pompey and young Caesar needed Cicero, as Cicero himself acknowledges in his Memoirs to Agrippa and Maecenas. However, what is often believed and said to reveal and test people's character—namely, authority and position—by stirring every emotion and exposing every weakness, are things that Demosthenes never had. He never held a prominent office or led any of the armies against Philip that he rallied with his eloquence. Cicero, on the other hand, was appointed quaestor in Sicily and proconsul in Cilicia and Cappadocia during a time of rampant greed, when commanders and governors abroad, thinking it beneath them to steal, resorted to outright seizure. It became common for officials to take bribes, and those who did so moderately were regarded well. Yet, during this period, Cicero demonstrated his disdain for wealth, as well as his kindness and good character. At Rome, when he was made consul in name but actually held sovereign and dictatorial power against Catiline and his conspirators, he confirmed Plato's prediction that the miseries of states would end when supreme power, wisdom, and justice were united in one.
It is said, to the reproach of Demosthenes, that his eloquence was mercenary; that he privately made orations for Phormion and Apollodorus, though adversaries in the same cause; that he was charged with moneys received from the king of Persia, and condemned for bribes from Harpalus. And should we grant that all those (and they are not few) who have made these statements against him have spoken what is untrue, yet that Demosthenes was not the character to look without desire on the presents offered him out of respect and gratitude by royal persons, and that one who lent money on maritime usury was likely to be thus indifferent, is what we cannot assert. But that Cicero refused, from the Sicilians when he was quaestor, from the king of Cappadocia when he was proconsul, and from his friends at Rome when he was in exile, many presents, though urged to receive them, has been said already.
It's been said, much to Demosthenes's discredit, that his eloquence was for hire; that he privately wrote speeches for Phormion and Apollodorus, even though they were opponents in the same case; that he was accused of taking money from the king of Persia, and that he was found guilty of accepting bribes from Harpalus. Even if we accept that many of those who made these accusations against him were wrong, we still can't deny that Demosthenes was not the kind of person to passively accept gifts offered to him out of respect and gratitude from royal figures, and someone who lent money at high interest rates is unlikely to be indifferent to such gifts. However, it has already been noted that Cicero refused many gifts when he was quaestor from the Sicilians, when he was proconsul from the king of Cappadocia, and when he was in exile from his friends in Rome, despite being urged to accept them.
Moreover, Demosthenes’s banishment was infamous, upon conviction for bribery; Cicero’s very honorable, for ridding his country of a set of villains. Therefore, when Demosthenes fled his country, no man regarded it; for Cicero’s sake the senate changed their habit, and put on mourning, and would not be persuaded to make any act before Cicero’s return was decreed. Cicero, however, passed his exile idly in Macedonia. But the very exile of Demosthenes made up a great part of the services he did for his country; for he went through the cities of Greece, and everywhere, as we have said, joined in the conflict on behalf of the Grecians, driving out the Macedonian ambassadors, and approving himself a much better citizen than Themistocles and Alcibiades did in the like fortune. And, after his return, he again devoted himself to the same public service, and continued firm to his opposition to Antipater and the Macedonians. Whereas Laelius reproached Cicero in the senate for sitting silent when Caesar, a beardless youth, asked leave to come forward, contrary to the law, as a candidate for the consulship; and Brutus, in his epistles, charges him with nursing and rearing a greater and more heavy tyranny than that they had removed.
Moreover, Demosthenes’s banishment was notorious after he was convicted of bribery; Cicero’s, on the other hand, was very honorable because he freed his country from a group of villains. So, when Demosthenes left his country, no one paid attention; for Cicero's sake, the senate changed their attire, put on mourning, and refused to take any action until they decided on Cicero’s return. Cicero, however, spent his exile in Macedonia doing nothing. But Demosthenes’s exile contributed significantly to the services he provided for his country; he traveled through the cities of Greece and, as we mentioned, actively joined the struggle on behalf of the Greeks, driving out the Macedonian ambassadors and proving himself a much better citizen than Themistocles and Alcibiades in similar situations. After his return, he again dedicated himself to public service and remained steadfast in his opposition to Antipater and the Macedonians. Meanwhile, Laelius criticized Cicero in the senate for staying silent when Caesar, a young man without a beard, asked to run for consul against the law; and Brutus, in his letters, accused him of fostering a greater and more severe tyranny than the one they had ousted.
Finally, Cicero’s death excites our pity; for an old man to be miserably carried up and down by his servants, flying and hiding himself from that death which was, in the course of nature, so near at hand; and yet at last to be murdered. Demosthenes, though he seemed at first a little to supplicate, yet, by his preparing and keeping the poison by him, demands our admiration; and still more admirable was his using it. When the temple of the god no longer afforded him a sanctuary, he took refuge, as it were, at a mightier altar, freeing himself from arms and soldiers, and laughing to scorn the cruelty of Antipater.
Finally, Cicero’s death stirs our sympathy; it’s tragic for an old man to be pitifully carried around by his servants, running and hiding from a death that was, naturally, so close; and yet, in the end, he was murdered. Demosthenes, while he seemed to plead a bit at first, impresses us with his preparation and possession of the poison, and even more so with how he used it. When the temple of the god no longer provided him safety, he sought refuge, so to speak, at a more powerful altar, freeing himself from weapons and soldiers, and mocking the cruelty of Antipater.
DEMETRIUS
Ingenious men have long observed a resemblance between the arts and the bodily senses. And they were first led to do so, I think, by noticing the way in which, both in the arts and with our senses, we examine opposites. Judgment once obtained, the use to which we put it differs in the two cases. Our senses are not meant to pick out black rather than white, to prefer sweet to bitter, or soft and yielding to hard and resisting objects; all they have to do is to receive impressions as they occur, and report to the understanding the impressions as received. The arts, on the other hand, which reason institutes expressly to choose and obtain some suitable, and to refuse and get rid of some unsuitable object, have their proper concern in the consideration of the former; though, in a casual and contingent way, they must also, for the very rejection of them, pay attention to the latter. Medicine, to produce health, has to examine disease, and music, to create harmony, must investigate discord; and the supreme arts, of temperance, of justice, and of wisdom, as they are acts of judgment and selection, exercised not on good and just and expedient only, but also on wicked, unjust, and inexpedient objects, do not give their commendations to the mere innocence whose boast is its inexperience of evil, and whose truer name is, by their award, suppleness and ignorance of what all men who live aright should know. The ancient Spartans, at their festivals, used to force their Helots to swallow large quantities of raw wine, and then to expose them at the public tables, to let the young men see what it is to be drunk. And, though I do not think it consistent with humanity or with civil justice to correct one man’s morals by corrupting those of another, yet we may, I think, avail ourselves of the cases of those who have fallen into indiscretions, and have, in high stations, made themselves conspicuous for misconduct; and I shall not do ill to introduce a pair or two of such examples among these biographies, not, assuredly, to amuse and divert my readers, or give variety to my theme, but, as Ismenias, the Theban, used to show his scholars good and bad performers on the flute, and to tell them, “You should play like this man,” and “You should not play like that,” and as Antigenidas used to say, Young people would take greater pleasure in hearing good playing, if first they were set to hear bad, so, and in the same manner, it seems to me likely enough that we shall be all the more zealous and more emulous to read, observe, and imitate the better lives, if we are not left in ignorance of the blameworthy and the bad.
Smart people have long noticed a similarity between the arts and our senses. I believe this observation started when they realized that, in both the arts and our senses, we examine opposites. Once we make a judgment, how we use it varies in each case. Our senses aren't designed to choose black over white or sweet over bitter, or soft and yielding over hard and resistant; they simply receive impressions as they come and report those impressions to our understanding. In contrast, the arts, which reason sets up to help us choose suitable things and reject unsuitable ones, focus primarily on the former; however, they must also, somewhat incidentally, pay attention to the latter because we need to recognize what to reject. Medicine must examine disease to promote health, and music must explore discord to create harmony; similarly, the highest arts of temperance, justice, and wisdom, which involve judgment and selection, deal not only with good, just, and beneficial matters but also with wicked, unjust, and harmful ones. They don’t praise mere innocence, which boasts of not knowing evil, but rather name it adaptability and ignorance of what all decent people should understand. The ancient Spartans used to make their Helots drink large amounts of raw wine at festivals and then display them at public tables so the young men could see what drunkenness looked like. While I don't believe it's humane or just to correct one person's morals by corrupting another's, I think we can learn from cases of those who have made mistakes and been notorious for misconduct in high positions. I won't go wrong by including a couple of such examples in these biographies, not to entertain my readers or add variety to my theme, but, just as Ismenias the Theban showed his students both good and bad flutists, saying, “You should play like this man,” and “You should not play like that,” and as Antigenidas used to say that young people would enjoy good performances more if they first heard poor ones, it seems likely that we will be more motivated and eager to read, observe, and imitate better lives if we're not kept unaware of the blameworthy and the bad.
For this reason, the following book contains the lives of Demetrius Poliorcetes, and Antonius the Triumvir; two persons who have abundantly justified the words of Plato, that great natures produce great vices as well as virtues. Both alike were amorous and intemperate, warlike and munificent, sumptuous in their way of living, and overbearing in their manners. And the likeness of their fortunes carried out the resemblance in their characters. Not only were their lives each a series of great successes and great disasters, mighty acquisitions and tremendous losses of power, sudden overthrows, followed by unexpected recoveries, but they died, also, Demetrius in actual captivity to his enemies, and Antony on the verge of it.
For this reason, the following book tells the stories of Demetrius Poliorcetes and Antonius the Triumvir; two individuals who have clearly demonstrated Plato's idea that great personalities can exhibit both significant flaws and virtues. Both were passionate and indulgent, combative yet generous, extravagant in their lifestyles, and arrogant in their behavior. The similarities in their fortunes mirrored the similarities in their characters. Their lives were marked by both tremendous successes and massive failures, incredible gains and significant losses of power, unexpected downfalls followed by surprising comebacks, and they both met their ends with Demetrius actually captured by his enemies and Antony on the brink of capture.
Antigonus had by his wife, Stratonice, the daughter of Corrhaeus, two sons; the one of whom, after the name of his uncle, he called Demetrius, the other had that of his grandfather Philip, and died young. This is the most general account, although some have related, that Demetrius was not the son of Antigonus, but of his brother; and that his own father dying young, and his mother being afterwards married to Antigonus, he was accounted to be his son.
Antigonus had two sons with his wife, Stratonice, who was the daughter of Corrhaeus. He named one son Demetrius, after his uncle, while the other was named after his grandfather Philip and died young. This is the most widely accepted account, although some people have claimed that Demetrius was not actually the son of Antigonus, but rather the son of his brother. They suggest that his biological father died young, and that his mother later married Antigonus, which is why he was considered his son.
Demetrius had not the height of his father Antigonus, though he was a tall man. But his countenance was one of such singular beauty and expression, that no painter or sculptor ever produced a good likeness of him. It combined grace and strength, dignity with boyish bloom, and, in the midst of youthful heat and passion, what was hardest of all to represent was a certain heroic look and air of kingly greatness. Nor did his character belie his looks, as no one was better able to render himself both loved and feared. For as he was the most easy and agreeable of companions, and the most luxurious and delicate of princes in his drinking and banqueting and daily pleasures, so in action there was never anyone that showed a more vehement persistence, or a more passionate energy. Bacchus, skilled in the conduct of war, and after war in giving peace its pleasures and joys, seems to have been his pattern among the gods.
Demetrius wasn't as tall as his father Antigonus, even though he was still tall. However, his face was incredibly beautiful and expressive, to the point that no artist could capture a good likeness of him. It blended grace and strength, dignity with youthful charm, and amidst his youthful enthusiasm and passion, he had a heroic appearance and a sense of royal greatness that was hard to depict. His personality matched his looks; he knew how to make people both love and fear him. He was the most enjoyable and charming of companions, as well as the most extravagant and refined prince when it came to drinking, feasting, and daily pleasures. Yet in action, no one displayed more intense determination or passionate energy. Bacchus, who was adept at both waging war and fostering peace and joy afterward, seemed to be his role model among the gods.
He was wonderfully fond of his father Antigonus; and the tenderness he had for his mother led him, for her sake, to redouble attentions, which it was evident were not so much owing to fear or duty as to the more powerful motives of inclination. It is reported, that, returning one day from hunting, he went immediately into the apartment of Antigonus, who was conversing with some ambassadors, and after stepping up and kissing his father, he sat down by him, just as he was, still holding in his hand the javelins which he had brought with him. Whereupon Antigonus, who had just dismissed the ambassadors with their answer, called out in a loud voice to them, as they were going, “Mention, also, that this is the way in which we two live together;” as if to imply to them that it was no slender mark of the power and security of his government that there was so perfect a good understanding between himself and his son. Such an unsociable, solitary thing is power, and so much of jealousy and distrust in it, that the first and greatest of the successors of Alexander could make it a thing to glory in that he was not so afraid of his son as to forbid his standing beside him with a weapon in his hand. And, in fact, among all the successors of Alexander, that of Antigonus was the only house which, for many descents, was exempted from crime of this kind; or, to state it exactly, Philip was the only one of this family who was guilty of a son’s death. All the other families, we may fairly say, afforded frequent examples of fathers who brought their children, husbands their wives, children their mothers, to untimely ends; and that brothers should put brothers to death was assumed, like the postulates of mathematicians, as the common and recognized royal first principle of safety.
He was deeply fond of his father Antigonus, and the affection he had for his mother made him pay even more attention to her. It was clear that his actions were driven not just by fear or obligation, but by genuine affection. It’s said that one day, after returning from hunting, he immediately went to see Antigonus, who was talking with some ambassadors. He stepped up, kissed his father, and sat down next to him, still holding the javelins he had brought along. After dismissing the ambassadors, Antigonus called out to them, “Also mention that this is how we two live together,” implying that the close bond between him and his son was a strong sign of the strength and security of his rule. Power can be a lonely and suspicious thing, and it’s noteworthy that the first and greatest of Alexander’s successors took pride in not being so afraid of his son that he forbade him from standing beside him with a weapon in hand. In fact, among all Alexander's successors, Antigonus’s family was the only line that, for many generations, was free from such crimes; or to be precise, Philip was the only one in this family who had a son killed. In contrast, many other families often had examples of fathers who brought their children, husbands who harmed their wives, and children who led their mothers to premature deaths. It was almost taken for granted that brothers would kill brothers, seen as a basic principle of safety in royal life.
Let us here record an example in the early life of Demetrius, showing his natural humane and kindly disposition. It was an adventure which passed betwixt him and Mithridates, the son of Ariobarzanes, who was about the same age with Demetrius, and lived with him, in attendance on Antigonus; and although nothing was said or could be said to his reproach, he fell under suspicion, in consequence of a dream which Antigonus had. Antigonus thought himself in a fair and spacious field, where he sowed golden seed, and saw presently a golden crop come up; of which, however, looking presently again, he saw nothing remain but the stubble, without the ears. And as he stood by in anger and vexation, he heard some voices saying, Mithridates had cut the golden harvest and carried it off into Pontus. Antigonus, much discomposed with his dream, first bound his son by an oath not to speak, and then related it to him, adding, that he had resolved, in consequence, to lose no time in ridding himself of Mithridates, and making away with him. Demetrius was extremely distressed; and when the young man came, as usual, to pass his time with him, to keep his oath he forbore from saying a word, but, drawing him aside little by little from the company, as soon as they were by themselves, without opening his lips, with the point of his javelin he traced before him the words, “Fly, Mithridates.” Mithridates took the hint, and fled by night into Cappadocia, where Antigonus’s dream about him was quickly brought to its due fulfillment; for he got possession of a large and fertile territory; and from him descended the line of the kings of Pontus, which, in the eighth generation, was reduced by the Romans. This may serve for a specimen of the early goodness and love of justice that was part of Demetrius’s natural character.
Let’s note an example from the early life of Demetrius, showcasing his kind and caring nature. It was an incident involving him and Mithridates, the son of Ariobarzanes, who was about the same age as Demetrius and accompanied him while serving Antigonus. Even though nothing could be said against him, Mithridates came under suspicion due to a dream Antigonus had. In the dream, Antigonus found himself in a beautiful, vast field where he sowed golden seeds and soon saw a rich golden harvest. However, when he looked again, all that was left was the stubble, with no grain. While he stood there frustrated and angry, he heard voices claiming that Mithridates had harvested the golden crop and taken it to Pontus. Disturbed by the dream, Antigonus first made his son swear not to speak of it, then recounted the dream, stating his intention to get rid of Mithridates immediately. Demetrius was very upset; when Mithridates came, as usual, to spend time with him, Demetrius kept his silence to honor his oath. He quietly led Mithridates away from the others and, without a word, used the tip of his javelin to draw the words, “Fly, Mithridates.” Mithridates understood the message and escaped by night to Cappadocia, where Antigonus’s dream about him soon came true, as he gained control of a large and fertile region. From him descended the line of the kings of Pontus, which was ultimately defeated by the Romans in the eighth generation. This serves as an example of the innate goodness and sense of justice that characterized Demetrius.
But as in the elements of the world, Empedocles tells us, out of liking and dislike, there spring up contention and warfare, and all the more, the closer the contact, or the nearer the approach of the objects, even so the perpetual hostilities among the successors of Alexander were aggravated and inflamed, in particular cases, by juxtaposition of interests and of territories; as, for example, in the case of Antigonus and Ptolemy. News came to Antigonus that Ptolemy had crossed from Cyprus and invaded Syria, and was ravaging the country and reducing the cities. Remaining, therefore, himself in Phrygia, he sent Demetrius, now twenty-two years old, to make his first essay as sole commander in an important charge. He, whose youthful heat outran his experience, advancing against an adversary trained in Alexander’s school, and practiced in many encounters, incurred a great defeat near the town of Gaza, in which eight thousand of his men were taken, and five thousand killed. His own tent, also, his money, and all his private effects and furniture, were captured. These, however, Ptolemy sent back, together with his friends, accompanying them with the humane and courteous message, that they were not fighting for anything else but honor and dominion. Demetrius accepted the gift, praying only to the gods not to leave him long in Ptolemy’s debt, but to let him have an early chance of doing the like to him. He took his disaster, also, with the temper not of a boy defeated in his attempt, but of an old and long-tried general, familiar with reverse of fortune; he busied himself in collecting his men, replenishing his magazines, watching the allegiance of the cities, and drilling his new recruits.
But just like in the elements of the world, Empedocles tells us, contention and conflict arise from likes and dislikes, and the closer the contact between things, the more intense these hostilities become. This was also true for the continuous strife among Alexander's successors, which was especially worsened by competing interests and territories; for example, with Antigonus and Ptolemy. Antigonus received news that Ptolemy had crossed from Cyprus and invaded Syria, causing destruction and seizing cities. Therefore, he stayed in Phrygia while sending Demetrius, who was now twenty-two years old, to make his first attempt as the sole commander in an important task. His youthful enthusiasm exceeded his experience, and in facing an opponent skilled in Alexander's tactics and seasoned in many battles, he suffered a significant defeat near Gaza, with eight thousand of his men captured and five thousand killed. His own tent, money, and all his personal belongings were also taken. However, Ptolemy returned these items along with his friends, sending a kind and courteous message that they were not fighting for anything but honor and power. Demetrius accepted the gift, simply praying to the gods not to let him remain in Ptolemy's debt for long, hoping for an early opportunity to reciprocate. He accepted his defeat with the attitude not of a young man faced with failure, but of a veteran general, familiar with the ups and downs of fortune. He occupied himself with rallying his troops, restocking supplies, monitoring the loyalty of the cities, and training his new recruits.
Antigonus received the news of the battle with the remark, that Ptolemy had beaten boys, and would now have to fight with men. But not to humble the spirit of his son, he acceded to his request, and left him to command on the next occasion.
Antigonus got the news about the battle and commented that Ptolemy had defeated kids, but now he would have to face real fighters. However, to avoid discouraging his son's spirit, he agreed to his request and let him take command next time.
Not long after, Cilles, Ptolemy’s lieutenant, with a powerful army, took the field, and, looking upon Demetrius as already defeated by the previous battle, he had in his imagination driven him out of Syria before he saw him. But he quickly found himself deceived; for Demetrius came so unexpectedly upon him that he surprised both the general and his army, making him and seven thousand of the soldiers prisoners of war, and possessing himself of a large amount of treasure. But his joy in the victory was not so much for the prizes he should keep, as for those he could restore; and his thankfulness was less for the wealth and glory than for the means it gave him of requiting his enemy’s former generosity. He did not, however, take it into his own hands, but wrote to his father. And on receiving leave to do as he liked, he sent back to Ptolemy Cilles and his friends, loaded with presents. This defeat drove Ptolemy out of Syria, and brought Antigonus from Celaenae, to enjoy the victory, and the sight of the son who had gained it.
Not long after, Cilles, Ptolemy’s lieutenant, led a powerful army into the field, thinking that Demetrius had already been beaten in the previous battle. He imagined he had driven him out of Syria before even encountering him. But he soon realized he was mistaken; Demetrius surprised him and his army, capturing both him and seven thousand soldiers as prisoners of war, along with a large amount of treasure. However, his joy in victory wasn't so much about the wealth he would keep, but rather the chance to return the favor for his enemy’s previous kindness. He was more grateful for how this would allow him to repay his enemy's generosity than for the riches and glory. He didn’t act on his own, though; he wrote to his father. After receiving permission to proceed as he wished, he sent Cilles and his friends back to Ptolemy, loaded with gifts. This defeat forced Ptolemy out of Syria and brought Antigonus from Celaenae to celebrate the victory and see the son who had achieved it.
Soon after, Demetrius was sent to bring the Nabathaean Arabs into obedience. And here he got into a district without water, and incurred considerable danger, but by his resolute and composed demeanor he overawed the barbarians, and returned after receiving from them a large amount of booty, and seven hundred camels. Not long after, Seleucus, whom Antigonus had formerly chased out of Babylon, but who had afterwards recovered his dominion by his own efforts and maintained himself in it, went with large forces on an expedition to reduce the tribes on the confines of India and the provinces near Mount Caucasus. And Demetrius, conjecturing that he had left Mesopotamia but slenderly guarded in his absence, suddenly passed the Euphrates with his army, and made his way into Babylonia unexpectedly; where he succeeded in capturing one of the two citadels, out of which he expelled the garrison of Seleucus, and placed in it seven thousand men of his own. And after allowing his soldiers to enrich themselves with all the spoil they could carry with them out of the country, he retired to the sea, leaving Seleucus more securely master of his dominions than before, as he seemed by this conduct to abandon every claim to a country which he treated like an enemy’s. However, by a rapid advance, he rescued Halicarnassus from Ptolemy, who was besieging it. The glory which this act obtained them inspired both the father and son with a wonderful desire for freeing Greece, which Cassander and Ptolemy had everywhere reduced to slavery. No nobler or juster war was undertaken by any of the kings; the wealth they had gained while humbling, with Greek assistance, the barbarians being thus employed, for honor’s sake and good repute, in helping the Greeks. When the resolution was taken to begin their attempt with Athens, one of his friends told Antigonus, if they captured Athens, they must keep it safe in their own hands, as by this gangway they might step out from their ships into Greece when they pleased. But Antigonus would not hear of it; he did not want a better or a steadier gangway than people’s good-will; and from Athens, the beacon of the world, the news of their conduct would soon be handed on to all the world’s inhabitants. So Demetrius, with a sum of five thousand talents, and a fleet of two hundred and fifty ships, set sail for Athens, where Demetrius the Phalerian was governing the city for Cassander, with a garrison lodged in the port of Munychia. By good fortune and skillful management he appeared before Piraeus, on the twenty-sixth of Thargelion, before anything had been heard of him. Indeed, when his ships were seen, they were taken for Ptolemy’s, and preparations were commenced for receiving them; till at last, the generals discovering their mistake, hurried down, and all was alarm and confusion, and attempts to push forward preparations to oppose the landing of this hostile force. For Demetrius, having found the entrances of the port undefended, stood in directly, and was by this time safely inside, before the eyes of everybody, and made signals from his ship, requesting a peaceable hearing. And on leave being given, he caused a herald with a loud voice to make proclamation that he was come thither by the command of his father, with no other design than what he prayed the gods to prosper with success, to give the Athenians their liberty, to expel the garrison, and to restore the ancient laws and constitution of the country.
Soon after, Demetrius was sent to bring the Nabataean Arabs under control. He found himself in a waterless area and faced significant danger, but with his resolute and calm demeanor, he intimidated the barbarians and returned with a large amount of loot and seven hundred camels. Not long after, Seleucus, who Antigonus had previously chased from Babylon but later reclaimed his territory through his own efforts, launched a major campaign to conquer the tribes on the borders of India and the regions near Mount Caucasus. Demetrius, suspecting that Mesopotamia was not well defended in Seleucus's absence, quickly crossed the Euphrates with his army and unexpectedly entered Babylonia. There, he managed to capture one of the two citadels, driving out Seleucus's garrison and placing seven thousand of his own men inside. After allowing his soldiers to take as much spoil as they could carry from the country, he retreated to the sea, leaving Seleucus in a more secure position than before, as it seemed he had abandoned any claims to a territory he treated like an enemy's. However, with a swift advance, he liberated Halicarnassus from Ptolemy, who was besieging it. The glory from this act ignited an incredible desire in both father and son to liberate Greece, which Cassander and Ptolemy had subjugated everywhere. No nobler or juster war was initiated by any of the kings; the wealth they had gained while defeating the barbarians, with Greek support, was now dedicated, for the sake of honor and reputation, to assisting the Greeks. When the decision was made to start their campaign with Athens, one of Antigonus's friends advised that if they captured Athens, they needed to secure it for themselves, as it would give them easy access to Greece from their ships whenever they wished. Antigonus, however, rejected this idea; he preferred the goodwill of the people over a more solid access route. From Athens, the beacon of the world, news of their actions would quickly spread to everyone. So, Demetrius, with a sum of five thousand talents and a fleet of two hundred and fifty ships, set sail for Athens, where Demetrius the Phalerian was governing the city for Cassander, with a garrison stationed in the port of Munychia. By fortunate timing and skilled maneuvering, he arrived at Piraeus on the twenty-sixth of Thargelion, before anyone had heard of his approach. In fact, when his ships were sighted, they were mistaken for Ptolemy's, and preparations began to welcome them; until finally, the generals realized their mistake and rushed down, leading to alarm and chaos as they scrambled to prepare against the landing of this hostile force. But Demetrius found the port entrances unguarded, sailed directly in, and was safely inside before anyone recognized him. He signaled from his ship, asking for a peaceful audience. Once granted permission, he had a herald loudly proclaim that he had come by his father's command, with the sole purpose of successfully giving the Athenians their freedom, expelling the garrison, and restoring the ancient laws and constitution of their country.
The people, hearing this, at once threw down their shields, and, clapping their hands, with loud acclamations entreated Demetrius to land, calling him their deliverer and benefactor. And the Phalerian and his party, who saw that there was nothing for it but to receive the conqueror, whether he should perform his promises or not, sent, however, messengers to beg for his protection; to whom Demetrius gave a kind reception, and sent back with them Aristodemus of Miletus, one of his father’s friends. The Phalerian, under the change of government, was more afraid of his fellow-citizens than of the enemy; but Demetrius took precautions for him, and, out of respect for his reputation and character, sent him with a safe conduct to Thebes, whither he desired to go. For himself, he declared he would not, in spite of all his curiosity, put his foot in the city, till he had completed its deliverance by driving out the garrison. So, blockading Munychia with a palisade and trench, he sailed off to attack Megara, where also there was one of Cassander’s garrisons. But, hearing that Cratesipolis, the wife of Alexander son of Polysperchon, who was famous for her beauty, was well disposed to see him, he left his troops near Megara, and set out with a few light-armed attendants for Patrae, where she was now staying. And, quitting these also, he pitched his tent apart from everybody, that the woman might pay her visit without being seen. This some of the enemy perceived, and suddenly attacked him; and, in his alarm, he was obliged to disguise himself in a shabby cloak, and run for it, narrowly escaping the shame of being made a prisoner, in reward for his foolish passion. And as it was, his tent and money were taken. Megara, however, surrendered, and would have been pillaged by the soldiers, but for the urgent intercession of the Athenians. The garrison was driven out, and the city restored to independence. While he was occupied in this, he remembered that Stilpo, the philosopher, famous for his choice of a life of tranquillity, was residing here. He, therefore, sent for him, and begged to know whether anything belonging to him had been taken. “No,” replied Stilpo, “I have not met with anyone to take away knowledge.” Pretty nearly all the servants in the city had been stolen away; and so, when Demetrius, renewing his courtesies to Stilpo, on taking leave of him, said, “I leave your city, Stilpo, a city of freemen,” “certainly,” replied Stilpo, “there is not one serving man left among us all.”
The people, hearing this, immediately dropped their shields and, clapping their hands, loudly cheered and begged Demetrius to land, calling him their savior and benefactor. The Phalerian and his group, realizing they had no choice but to accept the conqueror, whether he kept his promises or not, still sent messengers to ask for his protection. Demetrius welcomed them warmly and sent back Aristodemus of Miletus, one of his father's friends, with them. The Phalerian was more afraid of his fellow citizens than of the enemy due to the change of government; however, Demetrius took precautions for him and, out of respect for his reputation, sent him with safe conduct to Thebes, where he wanted to go. As for himself, he stated that despite his curiosity, he wouldn’t set foot in the city until he had completed its liberation by driving out the garrison. So, blockading Munychia with a palisade and trench, he sailed off to attack Megara, where there was also one of Cassander’s garrisons. However, hearing that Cratesipolis, the wife of Alexander son of Polysperchon, known for her beauty, was inclined to see him, he left his troops near Megara and went with a few lightly armed attendants to Patrae, where she was staying. He then set up his tent away from everyone else, so the woman could visit him without being seen. Some of the enemy noticed this and suddenly attacked him; in his panic, he had to disguise himself in a shabby cloak and flee, narrowly escaping the embarrassment of being captured due to his foolish desire. As it turned out, his tent and money were taken. However, Megara surrendered and would have been raided by the soldiers if not for the urgent pleas of the Athenians. The garrison was expelled, and the city regained its independence. While he was busy with this, he remembered that the philosopher Stilpo, famous for choosing a peaceful life, was staying there. He sent for him and asked if anything of his had been taken. “No,” Stilpo replied, “I haven’t encountered anyone who could take away knowledge.” Almost all the servants in the city had been stolen away; so when Demetrius, renewing his thanks to Stilpo, took his leave and said, “I leave your city, Stilpo, a city of free men,” Stilpo replied, “Certainly, there isn’t a single servant left among us.”
Returning from Megara, he sat down before the citadel of Munychia, which in a few days he took by assault, and caused the fortifications to be demolished; and thus having accomplished his design, upon the request and invitation of the Athenians he made his entrance into the upper city, where, causing the people to be summoned, he publicly announced to them that their ancient constitution was restored, and that they should receive from his father, Antigonus, a present of one hundred and fifty thousand measures of wheat, and such a supply of timber as would enable them to build a hundred galleys. In this manner did the Athenians recover their popular institutions, after the space of fifteen years from the time of the war of Lamia and the battle before Cranon, during which interval of time the government had been administered nominally as an oligarchy, but really by a single man, Demetrius the Phalerian being so powerful. But the excessive honors which the Athenians bestowed, for these noble and generous acts, upon Demetrius, created offense and disgust. The Athenians were the first who gave Antigonus and Demetrius the title of kings, which hitherto they had made it a point of piety to decline, as the one remaining royal honor still reserved for the lineal descendants of Philip and Alexander, in which none but they could venture to participate. Another name which they received from no people but the Athenians was that of the Tutelar Deities and Deliverers. And to enhance this flattery, by a common vote it was decreed to change the style of the city, and not to have the years named any longer from the annual archon; a priest of the two Tutelary Divinities, who was to be yearly chosen, was to have this honor, and all public acts and instruments were to bear their date by his name. They decreed, also, that the figures of Antigonus and Demetrius should be woven, with those of the gods, into the pattern of the great robe. They consecrated the spot where Demetrius first alighted from his chariot, and built an altar there, with the name of the Altar of the Descent of Demetrius. They created two new tribes, calling them after the names of these princes, the Antigonid and the Demetriad; and to the Council, which consisted of five hundred persons, fifty being chosen out of every tribe, they added one hundred more to represent these new tribes. But the wildest proposal was one made by Stratocles, the great inventor of all these ingenious and exquisite compliments, enacting that the members of any deputation that the city should send to Demetrius or Antigonus should have the same title as those sent to Delphi or Olympia for the performance of the national sacrifices in behalf of the state, at the great Greek festivals. This Stratocles was, in all respects, an audacious and abandoned character, and seemed to have made it his object to copy, by his buffoonery and impertinence, Cleon’s old familiarity with the people. His mistress, Phylacion, one day bringing him a dish of brains and neckbones for his dinner, “Oh,” said he, “I am to dine upon the things which we statesmen play at ball with.” At another time, when the Athenians received their naval defeat near Amorgos, he hastened home before the news could reach the city, and, having a chaplet on his head, came riding through the Ceramicus, announcing that they had won a victory, and moved a vote for thanksgivings to the gods, and a distribution of meat among the people in their tribes. Presently after came those who brought home the wrecks from the battle; and when the people exclaimed at what he had done, he came boldly to face the outcry, and asked what harm there had been in giving them two days’ pleasure.
Returning from Megara, he stopped in front of the citadel of Munychia, which he took by assault in a few days. He had the fortifications demolished; and after achieving his goal, at the request and invitation of the Athenians, he entered the upper city. After summoning the people, he publicly announced that their ancient constitution was restored and that they would receive a gift of one hundred and fifty thousand measures of wheat from his father, Antigonus, along with enough timber to build a hundred galleys. This is how the Athenians regained their democratic institutions, fifteen years after the war of Lamia and the battle at Cranon, during which time the government had been operated nominally as an oligarchy but really by one man, Demetrius the Phalerian, who held considerable power. However, the excessive honors the Athenians gave to Demetrius for these noble and generous acts caused offense and resentment. The Athenians were the first to grant Antigonus and Demetrius the title of kings, something they had previously avoided as a matter of principle, reserving that honor for the direct descendants of Philip and Alexander—no one else was allowed to claim it. They also received the unique titles of Protectors and Deliverers from the Athenians. To add to this flattery, it was unanimously decided to change the naming of years from being based on the annual archon; instead, a priest of the two Protecting Deities, who would be chosen yearly, would receive this honor, and all public acts and documents would bear his name. They also decided to weave the images of Antigonus and Demetrius, along with those of the gods, into the design of the great robe. They consecrated the site where Demetrius first got out of his chariot and built an altar there, naming it the Altar of Demetrius' Arrival. They created two new tribes, named after these princes, the Antigonid and the Demetriad; and to the Council of five hundred, with fifty chosen from each tribe, they added one hundred more to represent these new tribes. The most outrageous proposal came from Stratocles, the mastermind behind these clever and extravagant compliments, suggesting that any delegation the city sent to Demetrius or Antigonus should carry the same title as those sent to Delphi or Olympia for national sacrifices during the major Greek festivals. Stratocles was a bold and shameless character, seemingly intent on emulating Cleon’s old rapport with the people through his antics and insincerity. One day, when his mistress, Phylacion, brought him a dish of brains and neckbones for dinner, he quipped, “Oh, I’m going to dine on the things we statesmen play ball with.” On another occasion, after the Athenians suffered a naval defeat near Amorgos, he rushed home before the news reached the city and rode through the Ceramicus wearing a wreath on his head, declaring they had won a victory and proposing a motion for thanksgiving to the gods, along with a meat distribution among the tribes. Shortly after, those who returned with remnants from the battle arrived, and when the people protested what he had done, he boldly confronted them, asking what harm there was in bringing them two days of enjoyment.
Such was Stratocles. And, “adding flame to fire,” as Aristophanes says, there was one who, to outdo Stratocles, proposed, that it should be decreed, that whensoever Demetrius should honor their city with his presence, they should treat him with the same show of hospitable entertainment, with which Ceres and Bacchus are received; and the citizen who exceeded the rest in the splendor and costliness of his reception should have a sum of money granted him from the public purse to make a sacred offering. Finally, they changed the name of the month of Munychion, and called it Demetrion; they gave the name of the Demetrian to the odd day between the end of the old and the beginning of the new month; and turned the feast of Bacchus, the Dionysia, into the Demetria, or feast of Demetrius. Most of these changes were marked by the divine displeasure. The sacred robe, in which, according to their decree, the figures of Demetrius and Antigonus had been woven with those of Jupiter and Minerva, was caught by a violent gust of wind, while the procession was conveying it through the Ceramicus, and was torn from the top to the bottom. A crop of hemlock, a plant which scarcely grew anywhere, even in the country thereabout, sprang up in abundance round the altars which they had erected to these new divinities. They had to omit the solemn procession at the feast of Bacchus, as upon the very day of its celebration there was such a severe and rigorous frost, coming quite out of its time, that not only the vines and fig-trees were killed, but almost all the wheat was destroyed in the blade. Accordingly, Philippides, an enemy to Stratocles, attacked him in a comedy, in the following verses: —
Such was Stratocles. And, “adding fuel to the fire,” as Aristophanes puts it, one person suggested that to outdo Stratocles, they should decree that whenever Demetrius visited their city, he should be welcomed with the same lavish hospitality as Ceres and Bacchus. The citizen who provided the most splendid and extravagant reception would receive a sum of money from the public funds for a sacred offering. Eventually, they changed the name of the month Munychion to Demetrion; they named the extra day between the end of the old month and the start of the new month Demetrian; and they transformed the feast of Bacchus, the Dionysia, into the Demetria, or feast of Demetrius. Most of these changes were accompanied by divine displeasure. The sacred robe, where the figures of Demetrius and Antigonus were woven together with those of Jupiter and Minerva, was caught by a fierce gust of wind while the procession was carrying it through the Ceramicus, and it was ripped from top to bottom. A crop of hemlock, a plant that hardly grew anywhere, even in the surrounding countryside, suddenly flourished abundantly around the altars they had set up for these new deities. They had to skip the solemn procession at the feast of Bacchus because, on the very day of the celebration, there was an unusually severe frost that not only killed the vines and fig trees but nearly destroyed all the wheat in its early stages. As a result, Philippides, an opponent of Stratocles, criticized him in a comedy, in the following lines: —
He for whom frosts that nipped your vines were sent,
And for whose sins the holy robe was rent,
Who grants to men the gods’ own honors, he,
Not the poor stage, is now the people’s enemy.
He who sent the frosts that harmed your vines,
And for whose sins the holy robe was torn,
Who gives men divine honors, he,
Not the struggling stage, is now the enemy of the people.
Philippides was a great favorite with king Lysimachus, from whom the Athenians received, for his sake, a variety of kindnesses. Lysimachus went so far as to think it a happy omen to meet or see Philippides at the outset of any enterprise or expedition. And, in general, he was well thought of for his own character, as a plain, uninterfering person, with none of the officious, self-important habits of a court. Once, when Lysimachus was solicitous to show him kindness, and asked what he had that he could make him a present of, “Anything,” replied Philippides, “but your state secrets.” The stage-player, we thought, deserved a place in our narrative quite as well as the public speaker.
Philippides was a favorite of King Lysimachus, who, for his sake, granted the Athenians various favors. Lysimachus even believed it was a good sign to see Philippides at the beginning of any venture or mission. Overall, he was well-regarded for his character as a straightforward, unpretentious individual, without the annoying, self-important traits of a courtier. Once, when Lysimachus wanted to show him kindness and asked what he could give him as a gift, Philippides replied, “Anything, but your state secrets.” We felt that the stage performer deserved to be included in our story just as much as the public speaker.
But that which exceeded all the former follies and flatteries, was the proposal of Dromoclides of Sphettus; who, when there was a debate about sending to the Delphic Oracle to inquire the proper course for the consecration of certain bucklers, moved in the assembly that they should rather send to receive an oracle from Demetrius. I will transcribe the very words of the order, which was in these terms: “May it be happy and propitious. The people of Athens have decreed, that a fit person shall be chosen among the Athenian citizens, who shall be deputed to be sent to the Deliverer; and after he hath duly performed the sacrifices, shall inquire of the Deliverer, in what most religious and decent manner he will please to direct, at the earliest possible time, the consecration of the bucklers; and according to the answer the people shall act.” With this befooling they completed the perversion of a mind which even before was not so strong or sound as it should have been.
But what topped all the previous foolishness and flattery was Dromoclides of Sphettus's proposal. When there was a discussion about sending a message to the Delphic Oracle to ask for guidance on how to consecrate certain shields, he suggested in the assembly that instead they should seek an oracle from Demetrius. I will quote the exact words of the order, which was stated as follows: “May it be happy and favorable. The people of Athens have decided that a suitable person shall be chosen from the Athenian citizens, who will be sent to the Deliverer; and after completing the sacrifices, he shall inquire of the Deliverer how he would like the consecration of the shields to be done in the most respectful and appropriate way, as soon as possible; and according to the response, the people shall proceed.” With this ridiculousness, they completed the distortion of a mind that was already not as strong or sound as it should have been.
During his present leisure in Athens, he took to wife Eurydice, a descendant of the ancient Miltiades, who had been married to Opheltas, the ruler of Cyrene, and after his death had come back to Athens. The Athenians took the marriage as a compliment and favor to the city. But Demetrius was very free in these matters, and was the husband of several wives at once; the highest place and honor among all being retained by Phila, who was Antipater’s daughter, and had been the wife of Craterus, the one of all the successors of Alexander who left behind him the strongest feelings of attachment among the Macedonians. And for these reasons Antigonus had obliged him to marry her, notwithstanding the disparity of their years, Demetrius being quite a youth, and she much older; and when upon that account he made some difficulty in complying, Antigonus whispered in his ear the maxim from Euripides, broadly substituting a new word for the original, serve, —
During his time off in Athens, he married Eurydice, a descendant of the ancient Miltiades, who had been married to Opheltas, the ruler of Cyrene, and had returned to Athens after his death. The Athenians saw the marriage as a compliment and a favor to the city. However, Demetrius was quite open about his relationships and had several wives at the same time, with the highest status held by Phila, who was Antipater’s daughter and had been the wife of Craterus, the successor of Alexander who had left a strong emotional legacy among the Macedonians. For these reasons, Antigonus had insisted that he marry her, despite the age difference, as Demetrius was quite young and she was significantly older. When Demetrius hesitated for that reason, Antigonus whispered a saying from Euripides in his ear, replacing a word in the phrase with a new one, serve, —
Natural or not,
A man must wed where profit will be got.
Natural or not,
A man should marry where he can gain the most.
Any respect, however, which he showed either to Phila or to his other wives did not go so far as to prevent him from consorting with any number of mistresses, and bearing, in this respect, the worst character of all the princes of his time.
Any respect he showed to Phila or his other wives didn’t stop him from being involved with various mistresses, earning him the worst reputation among all the princes of his time.
A summons now arrived from his father, ordering him to go and fight with Ptolemy in Cyprus, which he was obliged to obey, sorry as he was to abandon Greece. And in quitting this nobler and more glorious enterprise, he sent to Cleonides, Ptolemy’s general, who was holding garrisons in Sicyon and Corinth, offering him money to let the cities be independent. But on his refusal, he set sail hastily, taking additional forces with him, and made for Cyprus; where, immediately upon his arrival, he fell upon Menelaus, the brother of Ptolemy, and gave him a defeat. But when Ptolemy himself came in person, with large forces both on land and sea, for some little time nothing took place beyond an interchange of menaces and lofty talk. Ptolemy bade Demetrius sail off before the whole armament came up, if he did not wish to be trampled under foot; and Demetrius offered to let him retire, on condition of his withdrawing his garrisons from Sicyon and Corinth. And not they alone, but all the other potentates and princes of the time, were in anxiety for the uncertain impending issue of the conflict; as it seemed evident, that the conqueror’s prize would be, not Cyprus or Syria, but the absolute supremacy.
A message arrived from his father, commanding him to go and fight Ptolemy in Cyprus, which he had to obey, even though he was sorry to leave Greece behind. Before he left this more noble and glorious task, he contacted Cleonides, Ptolemy’s general, who was stationed in Sicyon and Corinth, offering him money to allow the cities to remain independent. However, when Cleonides refused, he quickly set sail, bringing extra forces with him, and headed for Cyprus. Upon his arrival, he launched an attack on Menelaus, Ptolemy’s brother, and defeated him. But when Ptolemy arrived in person with a large force on both land and sea, nothing happened for a while except for exchanging threats and bravado. Ptolemy warned Demetrius to leave before the whole army arrived if he didn’t want to be crushed. Demetrius replied that he would allow Ptolemy to retreat if he withdrew his garrisons from Sicyon and Corinth. And not just them, but all the other rulers and princes of the time were anxious about the uncertain outcome of the conflict, as it seemed clear that the victor would win not just Cyprus or Syria, but total domination.
Ptolemy had brought a hundred and fifty galleys with him, and gave orders to Menelaus to sally, in the heat of the battle, out of the harbor of Salamis, and attack with sixty ships the rear of Demetrius. Demetrius, however, opposing to these sixty ten of his galleys, which were a sufficient number to block up the narrow entrance of the harbor, and drawing out his land forces along all the headlands running out into the sea, went into action with a hundred and eighty galleys, and, attacking with the utmost boldness and impetuosity, utterly routed Ptolemy, who fled with eight ships, the sole remnant of his fleet, seventy having been taken with all their men, and the rest destroyed in the battle; while the whole multitude of attendants, friends, and women, that had followed in the ships of burden, all the arms, treasure, and military engines fell, without exception, into the hands of Demetrius, and were by him collected and brought into the camp. Among the prisoners was the celebrated Lamia, famed at one time for her skill on the flute, and afterwards renowned as a mistress. And although now upon the wane of her youthful beauty, and though Demetrius was much her junior, she exercised over him so great a charm, that all other women seemed to be amorous of Demetrius, but Demetrius amorous only of Lamia. After this signal victory, Demetrius came before Salamis; and Menelaus, unable to make any resistance, surrendered himself and all his fleet, twelve hundred horse, and twelve thousand foot, together with the place. But that which added more than all to the glory and splendor of the success was the humane and generous conduct of Demetrius to the vanquished. For, after he had given honorable funerals to the dead, he bestowed liberty upon the living; and that he might not forget the Athenians, he sent them, as a present, complete arms for twelve hundred men.
Ptolemy had brought 150 galleys with him and ordered Menelaus to charge out of the harbor of Salamis and attack Demetrius's rear with 60 ships during the heat of battle. However, Demetrius countered these 60 ships with 10 of his galleys, which were enough to block the narrow entrance of the harbor. He deployed his land forces along all the headlands extending into the sea and engaged in battle with 180 galleys. Attacking with maximum boldness and intensity, he completely routed Ptolemy, who fled with just eight ships, the last remnants of his fleet. Seventy ships and all their crews were captured, while the rest were destroyed in the fight. Meanwhile, all the attendants, friends, and women who had followed in the supply ships, as well as all the weapons, treasure, and military equipment, fell into Demetrius's hands and were gathered and taken to his camp. Among the prisoners was the famous Lamia, once celebrated for her flute playing and later known as a courtesan. Although her youthful beauty had faded and Demetrius was much younger than her, she had such a strong allure that all other women seemed to be attracted to Demetrius, while he was only infatuated with Lamia. Following this decisive victory, Demetrius approached Salamis, and Menelaus, unable to resist, surrendered himself, his entire fleet, 1,200 cavalry, and 12,000 infantry, along with the territory. However, what truly enhanced the glory and splendor of this success was Demetrius's humane and generous treatment of the defeated. After giving honorable funerals to the dead, he released the living, and to ensure he did not forget the Athenians, he sent them a gift of complete arms for 1,200 men.
To carry this happy news, Aristodemus of Miletus, the most perfect flatterer belonging to the court, was dispatched to Antigonus; and he, to enhance the welcome message, was resolved, it would appear, to make his most successful effort. When he crossed from Cyprus, he bade the galley which conveyed him come to anchor off the land; and, having ordered all the ship’s crew to remain aboard, he took the boat, and was set ashore alone. Thus he proceeded to Antigonus, who, one may well imagine, was in suspense enough about the issue, and suffered all the anxieties natural to men engaged in so perilous a struggle. And when he heard that Aristodemus was coming alone, it put him into yet greater trouble; he could scarcely forbear from going out to meet him himself; he sent messenger on messenger, and friend after friend, to inquire what news. But Aristodemus, walking gravely and with a settled countenance, without making any answer, still proceeded quietly onward; until Antigonus, quite alarmed and no longer able to refrain, got up and met him at the gate, whither he came with a crowd of anxious followers now collected and running after him. As soon as he saw Antigonus within hearing, stretching out his hands, he accosted him with the loud exclamation, “Hail, king Antigonus! we have defeated Ptolemy by sea, and have taken Cyprus and sixteen thousand eight hundred prisoners.” “Welcome, Aristodemus,” replied Antigonus, “but, as you chose to torture us so long for your good news, you may wait awhile for the reward of it.”
To deliver this exciting news, Aristodemus of Miletus, the ultimate flatterer at the court, was sent to Antigonus. To make the good news even better, he seemed determined to give it his all. After arriving from Cyprus, he ordered the ship that brought him to drop anchor off the coast. With all the crew staying on board, he took a small boat and went ashore alone. He then made his way to Antigonus, who was understandably anxious about the outcome and felt all the worries typical of someone facing such a dangerous situation. When Antigonus heard that Aristodemus was coming alone, it made him even more nervous; he could hardly stop himself from meeting him personally. He sent messenger after messenger and friend after friend to ask what was going on. But Aristodemus, walking steadily with a calm expression and not saying anything, continued on quietly until Antigonus, quite worried and unable to hold back any longer, got up and went to meet him at the gate, where a crowd of anxious followers had gathered, trailing after him. As soon as he saw Antigonus within earshot, he stretched out his hands and greeted him with a loud shout, “Hail, King Antigonus! We have defeated Ptolemy at sea and captured Cyprus along with sixteen thousand eight hundred prisoners.” “Welcome, Aristodemus,” replied Antigonus, “but since you chose to keep us in suspense for so long with your good news, you can wait a bit for your reward.”
Upon this the people around gave Antigonus and Demetrius, for the first time, the title of kings. His friends at once set a diadem on the head of Antigonus; and he sent one presently to his son, with a letter addressed to him as King Demetrius. And when this news was told in Egypt, that they might not seem to be dejected with the late defeat, Ptolemy’s followers also took occasion to bestow the style of king upon him; and the rest of the successors of Alexander were quick to follow the example. Lysimachus began to wear the diadem; and Seleucus, who had before received the name in all addresses from the barbarians, now also took it upon him in all business with the Greeks. Cassander still retained his usual superscription in his letters, but others, both in writing and speaking, gave him the royal title. Nor was this the mere accession of a name, or introduction of a new fashion. The men’s own sentiments about themselves were disturbed, and their feelings elevated; a spirit of pomp and arrogance passed into their habits of life and conversation, as a tragic actor on the stage modifies, with a change of dress, his step, his voice, his motions in sitting down, his manner in addressing another. The punishments they inflicted were more violent after they had thus laid aside that modest style under which they formerly dissembled their power, and the influence of which had often made them gentler and less exacting to their subjects. A single pattering voice effected a revolution in the world.
After this, the people around officially called Antigonus and Demetrius kings for the first time. His friends quickly placed a crown on Antigonus’s head, and he immediately sent one to his son along with a letter referring to him as King Demetrius. When this news reached Egypt, so they wouldn’t appear discouraged by their recent defeat, Ptolemy’s supporters also took the opportunity to give him the title of king. The other successors of Alexander quickly followed suit. Lysimachus started to wear a crown, and Seleucus, who had previously been addressed as king by the barbarians, now took on the title in all dealings with the Greeks. Cassander still used his usual title in his letters, but others, both in writing and speaking, referred to him as king. This wasn’t just a change of name or a new trend; it shook their own perceptions of themselves and boosted their egos. A sense of grandeur and arrogance seeped into their lifestyles and conversations, much like how a tragic actor alters his demeanor with a change of costume. The punishments they imposed became harsher after they abandoned the modest demeanor they once used to hide their power, which had often made them kinder and less demanding toward their subjects. A single, echoing voice sparked a revolution in the world.
Antigonus, extremely elevated with the success of his arms in Cyprus under the conduct of Demetrius, resolved to push on his good fortune, and to lead his forces in person against Ptolemy by land, whilst Demetrius should coast with a great fleet along the shore, to assist him by sea. The issue of the contest was intimated in a dream which Medius, a friend to Antigonus, had at this time in his sleep. He thought he saw Antigonus and his whole army running, as if it had been a race; that, in the first part of the course, he went off showing great strength and speed; gradually, however, his pace slackened; and at the end he saw him come lagging up, tired and almost breathless and quite spent. Antigonus himself met with many difficulties by land; and Demetrius, encountering a great storm at sea, was driven, with the loss of many or his ships, upon a dangerous coast without a harbor. So the expedition returned without effecting anything. Antigonus, now nearly eighty years old, was no longer well able to go through the fatigues of a marching campaign, though rather on account of his great size and corpulence than from loss of strength; and for this reason he left things to his son, whose fortune and experience appeared sufficient for all undertakings, and whose luxury and expense and revelry gave him no concern. For though in peace he vented himself in his pleasures, and, when there was nothing to do, ran headlong into any excesses, in war he was as sober and abstemious as the most temperate character. The story is told, that once, after Lamia had gained open supremacy over him, the old man, when Demetrius coming home from abroad began to kiss him with unusual warmth, asked him if he took him for Lamia. At another time, Demetrius, after spending several days in a debauch, excused himself for his absence, by saying he had had a violent flux. “So I heard,” replied Antigonus; “was it of Thasian wine, or Chian?” Once he was told his son was ill, and went to see him. At the door he met some young beauty. Going in, he sat down by the bed and took his pulse. “The fever,” said Demetrius, “has just left me.” “O yes,” replied the father, “I met it going out at the door.” Demetrius’s great actions made Antigonus treat him thus easily. The Scythians in their drinking-bouts twang their bows, to keep their courage awake amidst the dreams of indulgence; but he would resign his whole being, now, to pleasure, and now to action; and though he never let thoughts of the one intrude upon the pursuit of the other, yet, when the time came for preparing for war, he showed as much capacity as any man.
Antigonus, thrilled by his military success in Cyprus under Demetrius's leadership, decided to pursue his luck further and personally lead his forces against Ptolemy by land, while Demetrius would support him at sea with a large fleet. The outcome of the battle was hinted at in a dream experienced by Medius, a friend of Antigonus, during this time. He dreamt he saw Antigonus and his entire army racing; initially, they showed great strength and speed, but gradually, their pace slowed down. In the end, he saw Antigonus approaching, exhausted, out of breath, and worn out. Antigonus faced many challenges on land, and Demetrius encountered a major storm at sea, losing many ships and being forced onto a perilous coast with no harbor. Thus, the expedition returned without achieving anything. Now nearly eighty years old, Antigonus struggled to endure the hardships of a military campaign, mainly due to his large size and corpulence rather than a loss of strength. Because of this, he entrusted matters to his son, whose fortune and experience seemed adequate for all tasks and whose indulgence and extravagant lifestyle didn’t concern him. Even though Demetrius indulged in pleasure during peacetime and engaged in excesses when there was nothing pressing to do, he remained as disciplined and sober in war as the most temperate person. There’s a story that once, after Lamia had gained public dominance over him, the old man, when Demetrius returned home from abroad and kissed him warmly, asked him if he thought he was Lamia. Another time, after spending several days partying, Demetrius tried to excuse his absence by claiming he had a bad stomach bug. “I heard,” replied Antigonus, “was it from Thasian wine or Chian?” Once, he was told his son was sick and went to visit him. At the door, he encountered a young beauty. He entered, sat by the bed, and took his pulse. “The fever just left me,” Demetrius said. “Oh yes,” replied his father, “I met it going out at the door.” Antigonus treated his son lightly because of Demetrius's significant accomplishments. The Scythians, during their drinking gatherings, string their bows to keep their spirits high amidst indulgence, but he would switch between pleasure and action, never letting thoughts of one interfere with the other. However, when the time came to prepare for war, he demonstrated as much skill as anyone.
And indeed his ability displayed itself even more in preparing for, than in conducting a war. He thought he could never be too well supplied for every possible occasion, and took a pleasure, not to be satiated, in great improvements in ship-building and machines. He did not waste his natural genius and power of mechanical research on toys and idle fancies, turning, painting, and playing on the flute, like some kings, Aeropus, for example, king of Macedon, who spent his days in making small lamps and tables; or Attalus Philometor, whose amusement was to cultivate poisons, henbane and hellebore, and even hemlock, aconite, and dorycnium, which he used to sow himself in the royal gardens, and made it his business to gather the fruits and collect the juices in their season. The Parthian kings took a pride in whetting and sharpening with their own hands the points of their arrows and javelins. But when Demetrius played the workman, it was like a king, and there was magnificence in his handicraft. The articles he produced bore marks upon the face of them not of ingenuity only, but of a great mind and a lofty purpose. They were such as a king might not only design and pay for, but use his own hands to make; and while friends might be terrified with their greatness, enemies could be charmed with their beauty; a phrase which is not so pretty to the ear as it is true to the fact. The very people against whom they were to be employed could not forbear running to gaze with admiration upon his galleys of five and six ranges of oars, as they passed along their coasts; and the inhabitants of besieged cities came on their walls to see the spectacle of his famous City-takers. Even Lysimachus, of all the kings of his time the greatest enemy of Demetrius, coming to raise the siege of Soli in Cilicia, sent first to desire permission to see his galleys and engines, and, having had his curiosity gratified by a view of them, expressed his admiration and quitted the place. The Rhodians, also, whom he long besieged, begged him, when they concluded a peace, to let them have some of his engines, which they might preserve as a memorial at once of his power and of their own brave resistance.
And indeed, his talent showed itself even more in preparation than in leading a war. He believed he could never be too well-prepared for every possible situation and found joy, never fully satisfied, in significant advancements in shipbuilding and machinery. He didn’t waste his natural talent and mechanical skills on toys and pointless hobbies, like some kings, such as Aeropus, king of Macedon, who spent his days making small lamps and tables, or Attalus Philometor, whose pastime was growing poisons like henbane and hellebore, even hemlock, aconite, and dorycnium, which he sowed himself in the royal gardens, taking care to gather the fruits and collect their juices in season. The Parthian kings took pride in sharpening the tips of their arrows and javelins with their own hands. But when Demetrius worked, it was like a king, and his craftsmanship had a grandeur to it. The items he created showed not just cleverness but also a great mind and high purpose. They were things a king could not only design and pay for but also make with his own hands; while friends could be awed by their grandeur, enemies could be captivated by their beauty—a phrase that might not sound as nice but rings true. Even the very people they were meant to be used against couldn’t help but rush to admire his galleys with five and six rows of oars as they sailed by their coasts; and the residents of besieged cities came to their walls to witness the spectacle of his renowned City-takers. Even Lysimachus, the greatest enemy of Demetrius during his time, when he came to lift the siege of Soli in Cilicia, first asked for permission to see his galleys and engines; after satisfying his curiosity with a look at them, he expressed his admiration and left. The Rhodians, whom he besieged for a long time, also requested that when they made peace, he allow them to keep some of his engines as a reminder of both his power and their brave resistance.
The quarrel between him and the Rhodians was on account of their being allies to Ptolemy, and in the siege the greatest of all the engines was planted against their walls. The base of it was exactly square, each side containing twenty-four cubits; it rose to a height of thirty-three cubits, growing narrower from the base to the top. Within were several apartments or chambers, which were to be filled with armed men, and in every story the front towards the enemy had windows for discharging missiles of all sorts, the whole being filled with soldiers for every description of fighting. And what was most wonderful was that, notwithstanding its size, when it was moved it never tottered or inclined to one side, but went forward on its base in perfect equilibrium, with a loud noise and great impetus, astounding the minds, and yet at the same time charming the eyes of all the beholders.
The argument between him and the Rhodians was because they were allies of Ptolemy, and during the siege, the largest of all the siege engines was set against their walls. Its base was perfectly square, each side measuring twenty-four cubits; it rose to a height of thirty-three cubits, tapering from the bottom to the top. Inside were several rooms to hold armed men, and each level had windows facing the enemy for firing different types of projectiles, filled with soldiers ready for all kinds of combat. What was most impressive was that, despite its size, when it was moved, it never wobbled or tilted to one side; instead, it advanced on its base in perfect balance, making a loud noise and moving with great force, both amazing and captivating all who watched.
Whilst Demetrius was at this same siege, there were brought to him two iron cuirasses from Cyprus, weighing each of them no more than forty pounds, and Zoilus, who had forged them, to show the excellence of their temper, desired that one of them might be tried with a catapult missile, shot out of one of the engines at no greater distance than six and twenty paces; and, upon the experiment, it was found, that though the dart exactly hit the cuirass, yet it made no greater impression than such a slight scratch as might be made with the point of a style or graver. Demetrius took this for his own wearing, and gave the other to Alcimus the Epirot, the best soldier and strongest man of all his captains, the only one who used to wear armor to the weight of two talents, one talent being the weight which others thought sufficient. He fell during this siege in a battle near the theater.
While Demetrius was at this siege, two iron breastplates weighing no more than forty pounds each were brought to him from Cyprus. Zoilus, who had forged them, wanted to demonstrate their quality by having one tested against a catapult missile fired from twenty-six paces away. When the test was done, they found that although the dart hit the breastplate squarely, it left only a minor scratch, no more than what could be made with a sharp tool. Demetrius kept this one for himself and gave the other to Alcimus the Epirot, the strongest and best soldier among his captains, the only one who could wear armor weighing up to two talents, while others only managed to wear armor weighing one talent. He died during this siege in a battle near the theater.
The Rhodians made a brave defense, insomuch that Demetrius saw he was making but little progress, and only persisted out of obstinacy and passion; and the rather because the Rhodians, having captured a ship in which some clothes and furniture, with letters from herself; were coming to him from Phila his wife, had sent on everything to Ptolemy, and had not copied the honorable example of the Athenians, who, having surprised an express sent from king Philip, their enemy, opened all the letters he was charged with, excepting only those directed to queen Olympias, which they returned with the seal unbroken. Yet, although greatly provoked, Demetrius, into whose power it shortly after came to repay the affront, would not suffer himself to retaliate. Protogenes the Caunian had been making them a painting of the story of Ialysus, which was all but completed, when it was taken by Demetrius in one of the suburbs. The Rhodians sent a herald begging him to be pleased to spare the work and not let it be destroyed; Demetrius’s answer to which was that he would rather burn the pictures of his father than a piece of art which had cost so much labor. It is said to have taken Protogenes seven years to paint, and they tell us that Apelles, when he first saw it, was struck dumb with wonder, and called it, on recovering his speech, “a great labor and a wonderful success,” adding, however, that it had not the graces which carried his own paintings as it were up to the heavens. This picture, which came with the rest in the general mass to Rome, there perished by fire.
The Rhodians put up a strong defense, to the point that Demetrius realized he was making little headway and continued only out of stubbornness and anger. This was especially true because the Rhodians had captured a ship carrying clothes and furniture, along with letters from his wife Phila, and sent everything to Ptolemy. They didn't follow the honorable example of the Athenians, who, after intercepting a message from their enemy King Philip, opened all the letters except those addressed to Queen Olympias, which they returned unopened. Despite being very angry, Demetrius, who would soon have the chance to take revenge, chose not to retaliate. Protogenes from Caunus was nearly finished painting a work depicting the story of Ialysus when Demetrius seized it in one of the suburbs. The Rhodians sent a herald asking him to spare the artwork and not let it be destroyed; Demetrius replied that he would rather burn his father's paintings than ruin a piece of art that required so much effort. It is said that Protogenes spent seven years on this painting, and when Apelles first saw it, he was left speechless with admiration, eventually remarking that it was "a great labor and a wonderful success," though he noted it lacked the grace that lifted his own paintings to new heights. This painting, along with others, was lost to fire in Rome.
While the Rhodians were thus defending their city to the uttermost, Demetrius, who was not sorry for an excuse to retire, found one in the arrival of ambassadors from Athens, by whose mediation terms were made that the Rhodians should bind themselves to aid Antigonus and Demetrius against all enemies, Ptolemy excepted.
While the Rhodians were fiercely defending their city, Demetrius, who was looking for a reason to pull back, found one in the arrival of ambassadors from Athens. Through their intervention, a deal was struck that required the Rhodians to commit to supporting Antigonus and Demetrius against all enemies, except Ptolemy.
The Athenians entreated his help against Cassander, who was besieging the city. So he went thither with a fleet of three hundred and thirty ships, and many soldiers; and not only drove Cassander out of Attica, but pursued him as far as Thermopylae, routed him, and became master of Heraclea, which came over to him voluntarily, and of a body of six thousand Macedonians, which also joined him. Returning hence, he gave their liberty to all the Greeks on this side Thermopylae, and made alliance with the Boeotians, took Cenchreae, and reducing the fortresses of Phyle and Panactum, in which were garrisons of Cassander, restored them to the Athenians. They, in requital, though they had before been so profuse in bestowing honors upon him, that one would have thought they had exhausted all the capacities of invention, showed they had still new refinements of adulation to devise for him. They gave him, as his lodging, the back temple in the Parthenon, and here he lived, under the immediate roof, as they meant it to imply, of his hostess, Minerva; no reputable or well-conducted guest to be quartered upon a maiden goddess. When his brother Philip was once put into a house where three young women were living, Antigonus saying nothing to him, sent for his quartermaster, and told him, in the young man’s presence, to find some less crowded lodgings for him.
The Athenians asked for his help against Cassander, who was surrounding the city. So he went there with a fleet of three hundred and thirty ships and many soldiers; and not only drove Cassander out of Attica but also chased him all the way to Thermopylae, defeated him, and took control of Heraclea, which willingly came over to him, along with a group of six thousand Macedonians who also joined his side. Upon returning, he granted freedom to all the Greeks on this side of Thermopylae and formed an alliance with the Boeotians. He captured Cenchreae and took control of the fortresses of Phyle and Panactum, which had Cassander's garrisons, restoring them to the Athenians. In return, although they had already showered him with honors to the point that it seemed they had run out of ideas, they still found new ways to flatter him. They gave him, as his accommodation, the back temple in the Parthenon, and he lived there, under the direct roof of his host, Minerva; no respectable or well-mannered guest should be staying with a maiden goddess. When his brother Philip was once placed in a house with three young women living there, Antigonus didn't say anything to him but called for his quartermaster and instructed him, in front of the young man, to find some less crowded accommodations for him.
Demetrius, however, who should, to say the least, have paid the goddess the respect due to an elder sister, for that was the purport of the city’s compliment, filled the temple with such pollutions that the place seemed least profaned when his license confined itself to common women like Chrysis, Lamia, Demo, and Anticyra.
Demetrius, however, who should, at the very least, have shown the goddess the respect owed to an older sister since that was the intention behind the city's praise, filled the temple with such impurities that the place seemed least disrespected when his activities were limited to ordinary women like Chrysis, Lamia, Demo, and Anticyra.
The fair name of the city forbids any further plain particulars; let us only record the severe virtue of the young Damocles, surnamed, and by that surname pointed out to Demetrius, the beautiful; who, to escape importunities, avoided every place of resort, and when at last followed into a private bathing room by Demetrius, seeing none at hand to help or deliver, seized the lid from the cauldron, and, plunging into the boiling water, sought a death untimely and unmerited, but worthy of the country and of the beauty that occasioned it. Not so Cleaenetus, the son of Cleomedon, who, to obtain from Demetrius a letter of intercession to the people in behalf of his father, lately condemned in a fine of fifty talents, disgraced himself, and got the city into trouble. In deference to the letter, they remitted the fine, yet they made an edict prohibiting any citizen for the future to bring letters from Demetrius. But being informed that Demetrius resented this as a great indignity, they not only rescinded in alarm the former order, but put some of the proposers and advisers of it to death and banished others, and furthermore enacted and decreed, that whatsoever king Demetrius should in time to come ordain, should be accounted right towards the gods and just towards men; and when one of the better class of citizens said Stratocles must be mad to use such words, Demochares of Leuconoe observed, he would be a fool not to be mad. For Stratocles was well rewarded for his flatteries; and the saying was remembered against Demochares, who was soon after sent into banishment. So fared the Athenians, after being relieved of the foreign garrison, and recovering what was called their liberty.
The proud name of the city prevents us from sharing any more explicit details; let’s just note the strong character of the young Damocles, known by that name and pointed out to Demetrius the Beautiful. To escape unwelcome advances, he avoided all social gatherings, and when Demetrius finally tracked him down to a private bath, with no one around to help him, he grabbed the lid from the cauldron and jumped into the boiling water, seeking an early and undeserved death but one worthy of his country and the beauty that led to it. Unlike him, Cleaenetus, the son of Cleomedon, disgraced himself and brought trouble to the city in his attempt to get a letter from Demetrius for intercession on behalf of his father, who had recently been fined fifty talents. In response to the letter, they canceled the fine, but they made a law forbidding any citizen from bringing letters from Demetrius in the future. However, when it was revealed that Demetrius was greatly offended by this, they not only hurriedly repealed that law but also executed some of those who had proposed it and exiled others. They furthermore declared that whatever King Demetrius would decree in the future should be considered right by the gods and fair towards men; and when one of the more respected citizens remarked that Stratocles must be crazy to say such things, Demochares of Leuconoe replied that one would be a fool not to be crazy. Stratocles was well rewarded for his flattery; this saying lingered against Demochares, who was soon afterward exiled. This is how it went for the Athenians after they got rid of the foreign garrison and regained what they referred to as their liberty.
After this Demetrius marched with his forces into Peloponnesus, where he met with none to oppose him, his enemies flying before him, and allowing the cities to join him. He received into friendship all Acte, as it is called, and all Arcadia except Mantinea. He bought the liberty of Argos, Corinth, and Sicyon, by paying a hundred talents to their garrisons to evacuate them. At Argos, during the feast of Juno, which happened at the time, he presided at the games, and, joining in the festivities with the multitude of the Greeks assembled there, he celebrated his marriage with Deidamia, daughter of Aeacides, king of the Molossians, and sister of Pyrrhus. At Sicyon he told the people they had put the city just outside of the city, and, persuading them to remove to where they now live, gave their town not only a new site but a new name, Demetrias, after himself. A general assembly met on the Isthmus, where he was proclaimed, by a great concourse of people, the Commander of Greece, like Philip and Alexander of old; whose superior he, in the present height of his prosperity and power, was willing enough to consider himself; and, certainly, in one respect he outdid Alexander, who never refused their title to other kings, or took on himself the style of king of kings, though many kings received both their title and their authority as such from him; whereas Demetrius used to ridicule those who gave the name of king to any except himself and his father; and in his entertainments was well pleased when his followers, after drinking to him and his father as kings, went on to drink the health of Seleucus, with the title of Master of the Elephants; of Ptolemy, by the name of High Admiral; of Lysimachus, with the addition of Treasurer; and of Agathocles, with the style of Governor of the Island of Sicily. The other kings merely laughed when they were told of this vanity; Lysimachus alone expressed some indignation at being considered a eunuch; such being usually then selected for the office of treasurer. And, in general, there was a more bitter enmity between him and Lysimachus than with any of the others. Once, as a scoff at his passion for Lamia, Lysimachus said he had never before seen a courtesan act a queen’s part; to which Demetrius rejoined that his mistress was quite as honest us Lysimachus’s own Penelope.
After this, Demetrius marched with his army into Peloponnesus, where no one opposed him; his enemies fled before him, allowing the cities to join him. He gained the support of all of Acte and most of Arcadia, except for Mantinea. He secured the freedom of Argos, Corinth, and Sicyon by paying a hundred talents to their garrisons to leave. In Argos, during the Juno festival, which was happening at the time, he presided over the games and joined in the celebrations with the crowd of Greeks there, celebrating his marriage to Deidamia, the daughter of Aeacides, king of the Molossians, and sister of Pyrrhus. In Sicyon, he told the people they had positioned the city just outside its limits, and persuading them to relocate to their current site, he not only gave their town a new location but also a new name, Demetrias, after himself. A general assembly gathered at the Isthmus, where he was proclaimed, by a large crowd, the Commander of Greece, just like Philip and Alexander in the past; he was eager to consider himself superior to them in his current success and power. In one way, he exceeded Alexander, who never rejected the title of king from others and did not call himself king of kings, even though many kings held their title and authority from him. In contrast, Demetrius used to mock those who referred to anyone as king except him and his father; he was pleased during his banquets when his followers, after toasting him and his father as kings, went on to toast Seleucus as Master of the Elephants, Ptolemy as High Admiral, Lysimachus as Treasurer, and Agathocles as Governor of the Island of Sicily. The other kings merely laughed when they heard about this arrogance; only Lysimachus showed some anger at being considered a eunuch, as that was usually the type chosen for the treasurer role. Generally, there was more hostility between him and Lysimachus than with any of the others. Once, mocking Demetrius's infatuation with Lamia, Lysimachus said he had never seen a courtesan act like a queen before; Demetrius replied that his mistress was just as respectable as Lysimachus's own Penelope.
But to proceed. Demetrius being about to return to Athens, signified by letter to the city that he desired immediate admission to the rites of initiation into the Mysteries, and wished to go through all the stages of the ceremony, from first to last, without delay. This was absolutely contrary to the rules, and a thing which had never been allowed before; for the lesser mysteries were celebrated in the month of Anthesterion, and the great solemnity in Boedromion, and none of the novices were finally admitted till they had completed a year after this latter. Yet all this notwithstanding, when in the public assembly these letters of Demetrius were produced and read, there was not one single person who had the courage to oppose them, except Pythodorus, the torch-bearer. But it signified nothing, for Stratocles at once proposed that the month of Munychion, then current, should by edict be reputed to be the month of Anthesterion; which being voted and done, and Demetrius thereby admitted to the lesser ceremonies, by another vote they turned the same month of Munychion into the other month of Boedromion; the celebration of the greater mysteries ensued, and Demetrius was fully admitted. These proceedings gave the comedian, Philippides, a new occasion to exercise his wit upon Stratocles,
But to continue. Demetrius, planning to return to Athens, sent a letter to the city indicating that he wanted immediate entry into the initiation rites of the Mysteries and wished to complete all the stages of the ceremony, from start to finish, without delay. This was completely against the rules and something that had never been allowed before; the lesser mysteries were celebrated in the month of Anthesterion, and the major ceremony in Boedromion, and no novices were fully admitted until they had completed a year after the latter. Nevertheless, when Demetrius's letters were presented and read in the public assembly, not a single person had the courage to oppose them, except for Pythodorus, the torch-bearer. But it didn’t matter, because Stratocles immediately proposed that the current month of Munychion should be officially recognized as Anthesterion; this was voted on and approved, allowing Demetrius to participate in the lesser ceremonies. By another vote, they then transformed the same month of Munychion into Boedromion; the celebration of the greater mysteries followed, and Demetrius was fully admitted. These events gave the comedian, Philippides, new material to make jokes about Stratocles.
whose flattering fear
Into one month hath crowded all the year.
whose flattering fear
has crammed an entire year into one month.
And on the vote that Demetrius should lodge in the Parthenon,
And on the vote that Demetrius should stay in the Parthenon,
Who turns the temple to a common inn,
And makes the Virgin’s house a house of sin.
Who turns the temple into a regular inn,
And makes the Virgin’s home a place of sin.
Of all the disreputable and flagitious acts of which he was guilty in this visit, one that particularly hurt the feelings of the Athenians was that, having given comment that they should forthwith raise for his service two hundred and fifty talents, and they to comply with his demands being forced to levy it upon the people with the utmost rigor and severity, when they presented him with the money, which they had with such difficulty raised, as if it were a trifling sum, he ordered it to be given to Lamia and the rest of his women, to buy soap. The loss, which was bad enough, was less galling than the shame, and the words more intolerable than the act which they accompanied. Though, indeed, the story is variously reported; and some say it was the Thessalians, and not the Athenians, who were thus treated. Lamia, however, exacted contributions herself to pay for an entertainment she gave to the king, and her banquet was so renowned for its sumptuosity, that a description of it was drawn up by the Samian writer, Lynceus. Upon this occasion, one of the comic writers gave Lamia the name of the real Helepolis; and Demochares of Soli called Demetrius Mythus, because the fable always has its Lamia, and so had he.
Of all the shady and outrageous things he did during this visit, one action that really upset the Athenians was his demand that they immediately raise two hundred and fifty talents for his service. They had to collect this money from the people with the strictest measures, and when they finally handed him the cash, which they had struggled so hard to gather, he treated it like pocket change. He ordered that it be given to Lamia and his other women to buy soap. The loss was bad enough, but the shame was even worse, and his words were more unbearable than the act itself. Although there are different versions of the story; some say it was the Thessalians, not the Athenians, who were treated this way. Lamia even collected contributions herself to host a lavish banquet for the king, and it was so extravagant that the Samian writer, Lynceus, wrote a detailed account of it. On this occasion, a comic writer referred to Lamia as the real Helepolis, and Demochares of Soli called Demetrius Mythus because every tale has its Lamia, just like he did.
And, in truth, his passion for this woman and the prosperity in which she lived were such as to draw upon him not only the envy and jealousy of all his wives, but the animosity even of his friends. For example, on Lysimachus’s showing to some ambassadors from Demetrius the scars of the wounds which he had received upon his thighs and arms by the paws of the lion with which Alexander had shut him up, after hearing his account of the combat, they smiled and answered, that their king, also, was not without his scars, but could show upon his neck the marks of a Lamia, a no less dangerous beast. It was also matter of wonder that, though he had objected so much to Phila on account of her age, he was yet such a slave to Lamia, who was so long past her prime. One evening at supper, when she played the flute, Demetrius asked Demo, whom the men called Madness, what she thought of her. Demo answered she thought her an old woman. And when a quantity of sweetmeats were brought in, and the king said again, “See what presents I get from Lamia!” “My old mother,” answered Demo, “will send you more, if you will make her your mistress.” Another story is told of a criticism passed by Lamia or the famous judgment of Bocchoris. A young Egyptian had long made suit to Thonis, the courtesan, offering a sum of gold for her favor. But before it came to pass, he dreamed one night that he had obtained it, and, satisfied with the shadow, felt no more desire for the substance. Thonis upon this brought an action for the sum. Bocchoris, the judge, on hearing the case, ordered the defendant to bring into court the full amount in a vessel, which he was to move to and fro in his hand, and the shadow of it was to be adjudged to Thonis. The fairness of this sentence Lamia contested, saying the young man’s desire might have been satisfied with the dream, but Thonis’s desire for the money could not be relieved by the shadow. Thus much for Lamia.
And, honestly, his passion for this woman and the wealth she enjoyed drew not just the envy and jealousy of all his wives, but also the hostility of his friends. For instance, when Lysimachus showed some ambassadors from Demetrius the scars on his thighs and arms from the lion that Alexander had trapped him with, they smiled and replied that their king also had his scars, specifically showing the marks on his neck from a Lamia, which was no less dangerous. It was also surprising that, despite his objections to Phila because of her age, he was so infatuated with Lamia, who was well past her prime. One evening at dinner, when she played the flute, Demetrius asked Demo, known among the men as Madness, what she thought of Lamia. Demo replied that she thought Lamia was an old woman. When a bunch of sweet treats was brought in and the king said, “Look at the gifts I get from Lamia!” Demo responded, “My old mother will send you more if you make her your mistress.” Another story revolves around a criticism made by Lamia or the famous judgment of Bocchoris. A young Egyptian had long sought after Thonis, the courtesan, offering gold for her attention. However, before anything happened, he dreamed one night that he had won her over and, content with the dream, lost all desire for the real thing. Thonis, upon this, filed a lawsuit for the gold. Bocchoris, the judge, upon hearing the case, ordered the defendant to bring the full amount into court, which he was to shake in his hand, and the shadow of it would be awarded to Thonis. Lamia challenged the fairness of this verdict, arguing that while the young man’s desire could be satisfied with the dream, Thonis’s desire for the money couldn’t be fulfilled by just a shadow. That sums up the situation with Lamia.
And now the story passes from the comic to the tragic stage in pursuit of the acts and fortunes of its subject. A general league of the kings, who were now gathering and combining their forces to attack Antigonus, recalled Demetrius from Greece. He was encouraged by finding his father full of a spirit and resolution for the combat that belied his years. Yet it would seem to be true, that if Antigonus could only have borne to make some trifling concessions, and if he had shown any moderation in his passion for empire, he might have maintained for himself till his death, and left to his son behind him, the first place among the kings. But he was of a violent and haughty spirit; and the insulting words as well as actions in which he allowed himself could not be borne by young and powerful princes, and provoked them into combining against him. Though now when he was told of the confederacy, he could not forbear from saying that this flock of birds would soon be scattered by one stone and a single shout. He took the field at the head of more than seventy thousand foot, and of ten thousand horse, and seventy-five elephants. His enemies had sixty-four thousand foot, five hundred more horse than he, elephants to the number of four hundred, and a hundred and twenty chariots. On their near approach to each other, an alteration began to be observable, not in the purposes, but in the presentiments of Antigonus. For whereas in all former campaigns he had ever shown himself lofty and confident, loud in voice and scornful in speech, often by some joke or mockery on the eve of battle expressing his contempt and displaying his composure, he was now remarked to be thoughtful, silent, and retired. He presented Demetrius to the army, and declared him his successor; and what everyone thought stranger than all was that he now conferred alone in his tent with Demetrius, whereas in former time he had never entered into any secret consultations even with him; but had always followed his own advice, made his resolutions, and then given out his commands. Once when Demetrius was a boy and asked him how soon the army would move, he is said to have answered him sharply, “Are you afraid lest you, of all the army, should not hear the trumpet?”
And now the story shifts from comedy to tragedy as it follows the actions and fortunes of its subject. A coalition of kings, who were gathering their forces to attack Antigonus, called Demetrius back from Greece. He was encouraged to find his father filled with a fighting spirit and determination that belied his age. However, it seems true that if Antigonus had only been willing to make some minor concessions, and if he had displayed any restraint in his ambition for power, he could have maintained his position until his death and left his son in a strong place among the kings. But he had a violent and arrogant nature; the insulting words and actions he allowed himself to express were intolerable to the young and powerful princes, prompting them to unite against him. When he was informed of the alliance, he couldn't help but remark that this flock of birds would soon scatter with just one stone and a single shout. He took the field leading more than seventy thousand infantry, ten thousand cavalry, and seventy-five elephants. His enemies had sixty-four thousand infantry, five hundred more cavalry than he did, four hundred elephants, and one hundred twenty chariots. As they approached each other, a change began to be noticed, not in intentions, but in Antigonus's mindset. While in all previous campaigns he had always been lofty and confident, loud and scornful, often mocking or joking on the eve of battle to show his composure, now he was observed to be thoughtful, silent, and withdrawn. He introduced Demetrius to the army and named him his successor; what everyone found most surprising was that he now held private discussions with Demetrius in his tent, whereas before he had never engaged in any secret talks with him, always relying on his own judgment, making decisions, and then issuing commands. Once, when Demetrius was a boy and asked him when the army would move, he is said to have replied sharply, “Are you worried that you, of all the army, won't hear the trumpet?”
There were now, however, inauspicious signs, which affected his spirits. Demetrius, in a dream, had seen Alexander, completely armed, appear and demand of him what word they intended to give in the time of the battle; and Demetrius answering that he intended the word should be “Jupiter and Victory.” “Then,” said Alexander, “I will go to your adversaries and find my welcome with them.” And on the morning of the combat, as the armies were drawing up, Antigonus, going out of the door of his tent, by some accident or other, stumbled and fell flat upon the ground, hurting himself a good deal. And on recovering his feet, lifting up his hands to heaven, he prayed the gods to grant him “either victory, or death without knowledge of defeat.” When the armies engaged, Demetrius, who commanded the greatest and best part of the cavalry, made a charge on Antiochus, the son of Seleucus, and, gloriously routing the enemy, followed the pursuit, in the pride and exultation of success, so eagerly, and so unwisely far, that it fatally lost him the day, for when, perceiving his error, he would have come in to the assistance of his own infantry, he was not able, the enemy with their elephants having cut off his retreat. And on the other hand, Seleucus, observing the main battle of Antigonus left naked of their horse, did not charge, but made a show of charging; and keeping them in alarm and wheeling about and still threatening an attack, he gave opportunity for those who wished it to separate and come over to him; which a large body of them did, the rest taking to flight. But the old king Antigonus still kept his post, and when a strong body of the enemies drew up to charge him, and one of those about him cried out to him, “Sir, they are coming upon you,” he only replied, “What else should they do? but Demetrius will come to my rescue.” And in this hope he persisted to the last, looking out on every side for his son’s approach, until he was borne down by a whole multitude of darts, and fell. His other followers and friends fled, and Thorax of Larissa remained alone by the body.
However, there were now some ominous signs that affected his mood. In a dream, Demetrius saw Alexander, fully armed, appear and ask him what message they intended to give during the battle. Demetrius replied that he planned the message to be “Jupiter and Victory.” “Then,” Alexander said, “I will go to your enemies and see how they welcome me.” On the morning of the battle, as the armies were assembling, Antigonus accidentally stumbled and fell flat on the ground while exiting his tent, injuring himself quite a bit. As he got back on his feet, he raised his hands to the sky and prayed to the gods to grant him “either victory or death without knowing defeat.” When the armies clashed, Demetrius, who led the largest and best part of the cavalry, charged at Antiochus, the son of Seleucus. He gloriously routed the enemy and followed the pursuit, caught up in the pride and joy of success, but too eagerly and too recklessly, which ultimately cost him the day. When he realized his mistake and tried to return to help his infantry, he couldn’t because the enemy, with their elephants, had cut off his escape. On the other side, Seleucus saw that the main battle led by Antigonus was left without their cavalry. He didn’t charge but feigned a charge, keeping them on alert and circling around while still threatening an attack. This gave the opportunity for those who wanted to switch sides to join him, which a large group did while the rest fled. But the old king Antigonus held his ground, and when a strong group of enemies lined up to attack him, one of his men shouted, “Sir, they are coming after you!” He simply replied, “What else should they do? But Demetrius will come to my rescue.” He held onto that hope until the end, looking around for his son's arrival, until he was overwhelmed by a barrage of darts and fell. His other followers and friends fled, leaving only Thorax of Larissa by his side.
The battle having been thus decided, the kings who had gained the victory, carving up the whole vast empire that had belonged to Demetrius and Antigonus, like a carcass, into so many portions, added these new gains to their former possessions. As for Demetrius, with five thousand foot and four thousand horse, he fled at his utmost speed to Ephesus, where it was the common opinion he would seize the treasures of the temple to relieve his wants; but he, on the contrary, fearing such an attempt on the part of his soldiers, hastened away, and sailed for Greece, his chief remaining hopes being placed in the fidelity of the Athenians, with whom he had left part of his navy and of his treasure and his wife Deidamia. And in their attachment he had not the least doubt but he should in this his extremity find a safe resource. Accordingly when, upon reaching the Cyclades, he was met by ambassadors from Athens, requesting him not to proceed to the city, as the people had passed a vote to admit no king whatever within their walls, and had conveyed Deidamia with honorable attendance to Megara, his anger and surprise overpowered him, and the constancy quite failed him which he had hitherto shown in a wonderful degree under his reverses, nothing humiliating or mean-spirited having as yet been seen in him under all his misfortunes. But to be thus disappointed in the Athenians, and to find the friendship he had trusted prove, upon trial, thus empty and unreal, was a great pang to him. And, in truth, an excessive display of outward honor would seem to be the most uncertain attestation of the real affection of a people for any king or potentate. Such shows lose their whole credit as tokens of affection (which has its virtue in the feelings and moral choice), when we reflect that they may equally proceed from fear. The same decrees are voted upon the latter motive as upon the former. And therefore judicious men do not look so much to statues, paintings, or divine honors that are paid them, as to their own actions and conduct, judging hence whether they shall trust these as a genuine, or discredit them as a forced homage. As in fact nothing is less unusual than for a people, even while offering compliments, to be disgusted with those who accept them greedily, or arrogantly, or without respect to the freewill of the givers.
The battle was decided, and the victorious kings divided the vast empire that had belonged to Demetrius and Antigonus like a carcass, taking their new gains and adding them to their previous possessions. Demetrius, with five thousand foot soldiers and four thousand cavalry, fled at top speed to Ephesus, where it was widely believed he would seize the temple treasures to meet his needs. However, fearing that his soldiers might try to do the same, he quickly left and sailed for Greece, placing the remainder of his hopes in the loyalty of the Athenians. He had left part of his navy, some treasure, and his wife Deidamia with them, convinced that their loyalty would provide him a safe haven in his time of trouble. Upon reaching the Cyclades, he was met by ambassadors from Athens, who requested that he not go to the city because the people had voted to admit no king within their walls. They had sent Deidamia with honorable escorts to Megara. His anger and shock overwhelmed him, and he lost the composure he had shown throughout his misfortunes, as he had never before acted humbly or disgracefully. The disappointment from the Athenians and discovering that the friendship he had relied on was empty was a severe blow. In truth, an excessive display of outward honor often seems to be the most unreliable indicator of genuine affection for any king or leader. Such displays lose their credibility as signs of affection—rooted in feelings and moral choice—when we consider that they may equally arise from fear. The same decrees can be motivated by either reason. Therefore, wise individuals do not focus solely on statues, paintings, or divine honors given to them but rather on their own actions and conduct, using that to judge whether to trust in these as genuine or dismiss them as forced flattery. In fact, it is not uncommon for people to feel disgust toward those who accept compliments greedily, arrogantly, or without regard for the free will of the givers, even while they are offering them.
Demetrius, shamefully used as he thought himself, was in no condition to revenge the affront. He returned a message of gentle expostulation, saying, however, that he expected to have his galleys sent to him, among which was that of thirteen banks of oars. And this being accorded him, he sailed to the Isthmus, and, finding his affairs in very ill condition, his garrisons expelled, and a general secession going on to the enemy, he left Pyrrhus to attend to Greece, and took his course to the Chersonesus, where he ravaged the territories of Lysimachus, and, by the booty which he took, maintained and kept together his troops, which were now once more beginning to recover and to show some considerable front. Nor did any of the other princes care to meddle with him on that side; for Lysimachus had quite as little claim to be loved, and was more to be feared for his power. But, not long after, Seleucus sent to treat with Demetrius for a marriage betwixt himself and Stratonice, daughter of Demetrius by Phila. Seleucus, indeed, had already, by Apama the Persian, a son named Antiochus, but he was possessed of territories that might well satisfy more than one successor, and he was the rather induced to this alliance with Demetrius, because Lysimachus had just married himself to one daughter of king Ptolemy, and his son Agathocles to another. Demetrius, who looked upon the offer as an unexpected piece of good fortune, presently embarked with his daughter, and with his whole fleet sailed for Syria. Having during his voyage to touch several times on the coast, among other places he landed in part of Cilicia, which, by the apportionment of the kings after the defeat of Antigonus, was allotted to Plistarchus, the brother of Cassander. Plistarchus, who took this descent of Demetrius upon his coasts as an infraction of his rights, and was not sorry to have something to complain of hastened away to expostulate in person with Seleucus for entering separately into relations with Demetrius, the common enemy, without consulting the other kings.
Demetrius, feeling shamefully mistreated, was not in a position to seek revenge. He sent a message expressing his unhappiness but mentioned that he expected his galleys to be sent to him, including one with thirteen banks of oars. Once that was arranged, he sailed to the Isthmus and found his situation in very poor shape: his garrisons had been expelled and many were defecting to the enemy. He left Pyrrhus to handle Greece and headed to the Chersonesus, where he invaded Lysimachus's territories and used the spoils to support his troops, who were starting to recover and show some strength again. None of the other rulers wanted to challenge him there because Lysimachus wasn't liked either and was feared for his power. Shortly after, Seleucus reached out to Demetrius about a marriage between himself and Stratonice, Demetrius’s daughter with Phila. Although Seleucus already had a son named Antiochus with Apama the Persian, he controlled lands that could provide for multiple heirs. He was especially motivated to propose this alliance since Lysimachus had just married one daughter of King Ptolemy, and his son Agathocles had married another. Demetrius, seeing this as an unexpected stroke of luck, quickly set sail for Syria with his daughter and his entire fleet. During his voyage, he made several stops along the coast and landed in part of Cilicia, which had been assigned to Plistarchus, Cassander's brother, after Antigonus's defeat. Plistarchus viewed Demetrius's arrival as a violation of his rights and was eager to have a reason to complain. He rushed to personally confront Seleucus for engaging in a separate alliance with Demetrius, their common enemy, without consulting the other kings.
Demetrius, receiving information of this, seized the opportunity, and fell upon the city of Quinda, which he surprised, and took in it twelve hundred talents, still remaining of the treasure. With this prize, he hastened back to his galleys, embarked, and set sail. At Rhosus, where his wife Phila was now with him, he was met by Seleucus, and their communications with each other at once were put on a frank, unsuspecting, and kingly footing. First, Seleucus gave a banquet to Demetrius in his tent in the camp; then Demetrius received him in the ship of thirteen banks of oars. Meetings for amusements, conferences, and long visits for general intercourse succeeded, all without attendants or arms; until at length Seleucus took his leave, and in great state conducted Stratonice to Antioch. Demetrius meantime possessed himself of Cilicia, and sent Phila to her brother Cassander, to answer the complaints of Plistarchus. And here his wife Deidamia came by sea out of Greece to meet him, but not long after contracted an illness, of which she died. After her death, Demetrius, by the mediation of Seleucus, became reconciled to Ptolemy, and an agreement was made that he should marry his daughter Ptolemais. Thus far all was handsomely done on the part of Seleucus. But, shortly after, desiring to have the province of Cilicia from Demetrius for a sum of money, and being refused it, he then angrily demanded of him the cities of Tyre and Sidon, which seemed a mere piece of arbitrary dealing, and, indeed, an outrageous thing, that he, who was possessed of all the vast provinces between India and the Syrian sea, should think himself so poorly off as for the sake of two cities, which he coveted, to disturb the peace of his near connection, already a sufferer under a severe reverse of fortune. However, he did but justify the saying of Plato, that the only certain way to be truly rich is not to have more property, but fewer desires. For whoever is always grasping at more avows that he is still in want, and must be poor in the midst of affluence.
Demetrius, upon hearing this, seized the chance and attacked the city of Quinda, which he unexpectedly captured, seizing twelve hundred talents that were still left of the treasure. With this victory, he quickly returned to his ships, boarded them, and set sail. In Rhosus, where his wife Phila was now with him, he was met by Seleucus, and their interactions immediately became open, friendly, and royal. First, Seleucus hosted a banquet for Demetrius in his tent at the camp; then Demetrius welcomed him on his ship with thirteen rows of oars. They enjoyed activities, discussions, and long visits for socializing, all without attendants or weapons, until finally Seleucus took his leave and grandly escorted Stratonice to Antioch. Meanwhile, Demetrius took control of Cilicia and sent Phila to her brother Cassander to address Plistarchus's complaints. Shortly after, his wife Deidamia arrived by sea from Greece to meet him, but not long after that, she fell ill and died. After her passing, Demetrius, through Seleucus's help, reconciled with Ptolemy, agreeing to marry his daughter Ptolemais. So far, Seleucus had handled matters well. However, shortly after that, he sought to obtain the province of Cilicia from Demetrius for a sum of money, and when he was refused, he angrily demanded the cities of Tyre and Sidon. This seemed like a trivial and unreasonable demand, especially since he controlled all the vast areas between India and the Syrian sea. It was outrageous for him to feel disadvantaged enough over two cities he desired to disrupt the peace of his close relative, who was already struggling with a serious setback. Nevertheless, he only confirmed Plato's saying that the only sure way to be truly rich is not to accumulate more possessions but to have fewer desires. For whoever is always reaching for more admits that they are still lacking, and they will be poor despite having plenty.
But Demetrius, whose courage did not sink, resolutely sent him answer, that, though he were to lose ten thousand battles like that of Ipsus, he would pay no price for the good-will of such a son-in-law as Seleucus. He reinforced these cities with sufficient garrisons to enable them to make a defense against Seleucus; and, receiving information that Lachares, taking the opportunity of their civil dissensions, had set up himself as an usurper over the Athenians, he imagined that if he made a sudden attempt upon the city, he might now without difficulty get possession of it. He crossed the sea in safety, with a large fleet; but, passing along the coast of Attica, was met by a violent storm, and lost the greater number of his ships, and a very considerable body of men on board of them. As for him, he escaped, and began to make war in a petty manner with the Athenians, but finding himself unable to effect his design, he sent back orders for raising another fleet, and, with the troops which he had, marched into Peloponnesus, and laid siege to the city of Messena. In attacking which place, he was in danger of death; for a missile from an engine struck him in the face, and passed through the cheek into his mouth. He recovered, however, and, as soon as he was in a condition to take the field, won over divers cities which had revolted from him, and made an incursion into Attica, where he took Eleusis and Rhamnus and wasted the country thereabout. And that he might straighten the Athenians by cutting off all manner of provision, a vessel laden with corn bound thither falling into his hands, he ordered the master and the supercargo to be immediately hanged, thereby to strike a terror into others, that so they might not venture to supply the city with provisions. By which means they were reduced to such extremities, that a bushel of salt sold for forty drachmas, and a peck of wheat for three hundred. Ptolemy had sent to their relief a hundred and fifty galleys, which came so near as to be seen off Aegina; but this brief hope was soon extinguished by the arrival of three hundred ships, which came to reinforce Demetrius from Cyprus, Peloponnesus, and other places; upon which Ptolemy’s fleet took to flight, and Lachares, the tyrant, ran away, leaving the city to its fate.
But Demetrius, whose courage didn’t waver, firmly replied that even if he lost ten thousand battles like the one at Ipsus, he wouldn’t pay any price for the favor of a son-in-law like Seleucus. He strengthened these cities with enough garrisons to help them defend against Seleucus. When he learned that Lachares had taken advantage of their civil unrest to declare himself an usurper over the Athenians, he thought that if he launched a sudden attack on the city, he could easily take control of it. He crossed the sea safely with a large fleet, but while sailing along the coast of Attica, a fierce storm hit, causing him to lose most of his ships and a significant number of men on board. As for him, he escaped and started a minor war with the Athenians; however, when he realized he couldn’t achieve his goals, he sent back orders to raise another fleet and, with the troops he had, marched into Peloponnesus to lay siege to the city of Messena. During the attack on that city, he was nearly killed when a projectile from a siege engine struck him in the face and went through his cheek into his mouth. However, he recovered and, once he was able to take to the field again, won over several cities that had revolted against him and launched an incursion into Attica, where he captured Eleusis and Rhamnus and ravaged the surrounding area. To tighten the grip on the Athenians by cutting off all supplies, he captured a ship filled with grain headed for the city, ordered the captain and the supercargo to be hanged on the spot to instill fear in others so they wouldn’t try to supply the city. This led to such desperate conditions that a bushel of salt sold for forty drachmas, and a peck of wheat for three hundred. Ptolemy had sent a relief fleet of a hundred and fifty galleys, which got close enough to be seen off Aegina; but this brief hope was quickly dashed by the arrival of three hundred ships that reinforced Demetrius from Cyprus, Peloponnesus, and other places, causing Ptolemy’s fleet to retreat, and Lachares, the tyrant, fled, leaving the city to its fate.
And now the Athenians, who before had made it capital for any person to propose a treaty or accommodation with Demetrius, immediately opened the nearest gates to send ambassadors to him, not so much out of hopes of obtaining any honorable conditions from his clemency as out of necessity, to avoid death by famine. For among many frightful instances of the distress they were reduced to, it is said that a father and son were sitting in a room together, having abandoned every hope, when a dead mouse fell from the ceiling; and for this prize they leaped up and came to blows. In this famine, it is also related, the philosopher Epicurus saved his own life, and the lives of his scholars, by a small quantity of beans, which he distributed to them daily by number.
And now the Athenians, who had previously made it a serious offense for anyone to suggest a deal or agreement with Demetrius, quickly opened the nearest gates to send ambassadors to him. They were not so much looking for any honorable terms from his mercy as they were trying to avoid dying of starvation. Among the many horrifying stories of their suffering, it's said that a father and son were sitting in a room together, having lost all hope, when a dead mouse fell from the ceiling; they fought over this tiny prize. In this famine, it's also said that the philosopher Epicurus saved himself and his students with a small amount of beans, which he handed out to them in daily portioned amounts.
In this condition was the city when Demetrius made his entrance and issued a proclamation that all the inhabitants should assemble in the theater; which being done, he drew up his soldiers at the back of the stage, occupied the stage itself with his guards, and, presently coming in himself by the actor’s passages, when the people’s consternation had risen to its height, with his first words he put an end to it. Without any harshness of tone or bitterness of words, he reprehended them in a gentle and friendly way, and declared himself reconciled, adding a present of a hundred thousand bushels of wheat, and appointing as magistrates persons acceptable to the people. So Dromoclides the orator, seeing the people at a loss how to express their gratitude by any words or acclamations, and ready for anything that would outdo the verbal encomiums of the public speakers, came forward, and moved a decree for delivering Piraeus and Munychia into the hands of king Demetrius. This was passed accordingly, and Demetrius, of his own motion, added a third garrison, which he placed in the Museum, as a precaution against any new restiveness on the part of the people, which might give him the trouble of quitting his other enterprises.
The city was in this state when Demetrius arrived and announced that all citizens should gather at the theater. Once they assembled, he lined up his soldiers at the back of the stage, occupied the stage itself with his guards, and then entered through the actors' entrances. As the crowd's panic reached its peak, his first words calmed them down. Without any harshness or bitterness, he gently and kindly reprimanded them and declared that he was reconciled, also offering a gift of a hundred thousand bushels of wheat and appointing magistrates who were favored by the people. Dromoclides, the orator, noticing that the people were at a loss for words to express their gratitude and eager to surpass the praises given by public speakers, stepped forward and proposed a decree to hand over Piraeus and Munychia to King Demetrius. This was approved, and Demetrius, on his own initiative, added a third garrison, placing it in the Museum as a precaution against any further unrest from the people, which might interrupt his other plans.
He had not long been master of Athens before he had formed designs against Lacedaemon; of which Archidamus, the king, being advertised, came out and met him, but he was overthrown in a battle near Mantinea; after which Demetrius entered Laconia, and, in a second battle near Sparta itself, defeated him again with the loss of two hundred Lacedaemonians slain, and five hundred taken prisoners. And now it was almost impossible for the city, which hitherto had never been captured, to escape his arms. But certainly there never was any king upon whom fortune made such short turns, nor any other life or story so filled with her swift and surprising changes, over and over again, from small things to great, from splendor back to humiliation, and from utter weakness once more to power and might. They say in his sadder vicissitudes he used sometimes to apostrophize fortune in the words of Aeschylus —
He hadn’t been in charge of Athens for long before he started plotting against Lacedaemon. Archidamus, the king, was informed and came out to confront him, but he was defeated in a battle near Mantinea. After that, Demetrius entered Laconia and, in a second battle near Sparta itself, beat him again, with two hundred Lacedaemonians killed and five hundred captured. Now, it seemed almost impossible for the city, which had never been taken before, to escape his grasp. But there really was no other king who experienced such drastic changes in fortune, nor any other life or story filled with such rapid and surprising shifts, from minor setbacks to major victories, from glory back to disgrace, and from complete weakness back to strength and power. It’s said that during his darker times, he would sometimes address fortune with words from Aeschylus —
Thou liftest up, to cast us down again.
You raise us up only to bring us down again.
And so at this moment, when all things seemed to conspire together to give him his heart’s desire of dominion and power, news arrived that Lysimachus had taken all his cities in Asia, that Ptolemy had reduced all Cyprus with the exception of Salamis, and that in Salamis his mother and children were shut up and close besieged: and yet like the woman in Archilochus,
And so at this moment, when everything seemed to come together to give him his deepest desire for control and power, news arrived that Lysimachus had captured all his cities in Asia, that Ptolemy had taken over all of Cyprus except for Salamis, and that in Salamis his mother and children were trapped and under heavy siege: and yet like the woman in Archilochus,
Water in one deceitful hand she shows,
While burning fire within her other glows.
Water in one deceptive hand she displays,
While a burning fire glows in the other.
The same fortune that drew him off with these disastrous tidings from Sparta, in a moment after opened upon him a new and wonderful prospect, of the following kind. Cassander, king of Macedon, dying, and his eldest son, Philip, who succeeded him, not long surviving his father, the two younger brothers fell at variance concerning the succession. And Antipater having murdered his mother Thessalonica, Alexander, the younger brother, called in to his assistance Pyrrhus out of Epirus, and Demetrius out of the Peloponnese. Pyrrhus arrived first, and, taking in recompense for his succor a large slice of Macedonia, had made Alexander begin to be aware that he had brought upon himself a dangerous neighbor. And, that he might not run a yet worse hazard from Demetrius, whose power and reputation were so great, the young man hurried away to meet him at Dium, whither he, who on receiving his letter had set out on his march, was now come. And, offering his greetings and grateful acknowledgments, he at the same time informed him that his affairs no longer required the presence of his ally, and thereupon he invited him to supper. There were not wanting some feelings of suspicion on either side already; and when Demetrius was now on his way to the banquet, someone came and told him that in the midst of the drinking he would be killed. Demetrius showed little concern, but, making only a little less haste, he sent to the principal officers of his army, commanding them to draw out the soldiers, and make them stand to their arms, and ordered his retinue (more numerous a good deal than that of Alexander) to attend him into the very room of the entertainment, and not to stir from thence till they saw him rise from the table. Thus Alexander’s servants, finding themselves overpowered, had not courage to attempt anything. And, indeed, Demetrius gave them no opportunity, for he made a very short visit, and, pretending to Alexander that he was not at present in health for drinking wine, left early. And the next day he occupied himself in preparations for departing, telling Alexander he had received intelligence that obliged him to leave, and begging him to excuse so sudden a parting; he would hope to see him further when his affairs allowed him leisure. Alexander was only too glad, not only that he was going, but that he was doing so of his own motion, without any offense, and proposed to accompany him into Thessaly. But when they came to Larissa, new invitations passed between them, new professions of good-will, covering new conspiracies; by which Alexander put himself into the power of Demetrius. For as he did not like to use precautions on his own part, for fear Demetrius should take the hint to use them on his, the very thing he meant to do was first done to him. He accepted an invitation, and came to Demetrius’s quarters; and when Demetrius, while they were still supping, rose from the table and went forth, the young man rose also, and followed him to the door, where Demetrius, as he passed through, only said to the guards, “Kill him that follows me,” and went on; and Alexander was at once dispatched by them, together with such of his friends as endeavored to come to his rescue, one of whom, before he died, said, “You have been one day too quick for us.”
The same fate that brought him these disastrous news from Sparta suddenly opened up a new and incredible opportunity for him. Cassander, the king of Macedon, was dying, and his eldest son, Philip, who took over after him, didn’t last long after his father. The two younger brothers disagreed about who should succeed. Antipater killed his mother, Thessalonica, while Alexander, the younger brother, called on Pyrrhus from Epirus and Demetrius from the Peloponnese for help. Pyrrhus got there first and, in exchange for his aid, took a sizable portion of Macedonia, making Alexander realize he had a dangerous neighbor. To prevent an even greater threat from Demetrius, who was very powerful and well-respected, the young man rushed to meet him at Dium, where Demetrius had just arrived after receiving Alexander's letter. After exchanging greetings and expressions of gratitude, Alexander told him that he no longer needed his ally's presence and invited him to dinner. There was already some suspicion on both sides, and as Demetrius was on his way to the feast, someone informed him that he would be killed during the evening’s festivities. Demetrius seemed unconcerned; he hurried but sent a message to his top officers to mobilize the troops and keep them armed, and he brought his much larger entourage into the banquet room, instructing them not to leave until he stood up from the table. Consequently, Alexander's servants felt overpowered and lacked the courage to act. Demetrius didn’t give them a chance, making a brief visit and pretending to Alexander that he was unwell and couldn’t drink, leaving early. The next day, he began preparing to leave, telling Alexander he had received news that required his departure and asking for forgiveness for the sudden farewell, hoping to see him again when he had more time. Alexander was relieved not only that he was leaving but that he was doing so voluntarily and without any insult, offering to accompany him into Thessaly. However, when they reached Larissa, they exchanged new invitations and expressions of goodwill, masking fresh conspiracies, which left Alexander vulnerable to Demetrius. Because he didn’t want to take precautions himself for fear that Demetrius would catch on and do the same, he ended up being the first to be trapped. He accepted an invitation and went to Demetrius’s tent; and when Demetrius got up from the table during dinner and left, Alexander followed him to the door. As Demetrius walked past, he simply told the guards, “Kill the one following me,” and continued on, leading to Alexander being immediately killed by them, along with some friends who tried to save him. One of them, before dying, said, “You were one day too quick for us.”
The night following was one, as may be supposed, of disorder and confusion. And with the morning, the Macedonians, still in alarm, and fearful of the forces of Demetrius, on finding no violence offered, but only a message sent from Demetrius desiring an interview and opportunity for explanation of his actions, at last began to feel pretty confident again, and prepared to receive him favorably. And when he came, there was no need of much being said; their hatred of Antipater for his murder of his mother, and the absence of anyone better to govern them, soon decided them to proclaim Demetrius king of Macedon. And into Macedonia they at once started and took him. And the Macedonians at home, who had not forgotten or forgiven the wicked deeds committed by Cassander on the family of Alexander, were far from sorry at the change. Any kind recollections that still might subsist, of the plain and simple rule of the first Antipater, went also to the benefit of Demetrius, whose wife was Phila, his daughter, and his son by her, a boy already old enough to be serving in the army with his father, was the natural successor to the government.
The following night was chaotic and confusing, as one might expect. By morning, the Macedonians, still anxious and worried about Demetrius's forces, found that there was no attack, just a message from Demetrius asking for a meeting to explain his actions. They started to feel more confident and got ready to welcome him positively. When he arrived, not much needed to be said; their resentment towards Antipater for killing his mother and the lack of anyone better to lead them quickly convinced them to declare Demetrius king of Macedon. They immediately set off to bring him into Macedonia. Those Macedonians at home, who hadn’t forgotten or forgiven Cassander’s evil deeds against Alexander's family, weren’t upset about the change. Any fond memories that might still exist of the straightforward leadership of the first Antipater also worked in Demetrius's favor, whose wife was Phila; their daughter and their son, already old enough to serve in the army alongside his father, was a natural successor to the government.
To add to this unexpected good fortune, news arrived that Ptolemy had dismissed his mother and children, bestowing upon them presents and honors; and also that his daughter Stratonice, whom he had married to Seleucus, was remarried to Antiochus, the son of Seleucus, and proclaimed queen of Upper Asia.
To make things even better, news came that Ptolemy had let go of his mother and children, giving them gifts and honors; and that his daughter Stratonice, whom he had married to Seleucus, was now married to Antiochus, the son of Seleucus, and was declared queen of Upper Asia.
For Antiochus, it appears, had fallen passionately in love with Stratonice, the young queen, who had already made Seleucus the father of a son. He struggled very hard with the beginnings of this passion, and at last, resolving with himself that his desires were wholly unlawful, his malady past all cure, and his powers of reason too feeble to act, he determined on death, and thought to bring his life slowly to extinction by neglecting his person and refusing nourishment, under the pretense of being ill. Erasistratus, the physician who attended him, quickly perceived that love was his distemper, but the difficulty was to discover the object. He therefore waited continually in his chamber, and when any of the beauties of the court made their visits to the sick prince, he observed the emotions and alterations in the countenance of Antiochus, and watched for the changes which he knew to be indicative of the inward passions and inclinations of the soul. He took notice that the presence of other women produced no effect upon him; but when Stratonice came, as she often did, alone, or in company with Seleucus, to see him, he observed in him all Sappho’s famous symptoms, his voice faltered, his face flushed up, his eyes glanced stealthily, a sudden sweat broke out on his skin, the beatings of his heart were irregular and violent, and, unable to support the excess of his passion, he would sink into a state of faintness, prostration, and pallor.
For Antiochus, it seems, had fallen deeply in love with Stratonice, the young queen, who had already given Seleucus a son. He struggled intensely with the onset of this passion, and eventually, convincing himself that his desires were completely inappropriate, his condition beyond remedy, and his ability to think clearly too weak to take action, he decided on death. He thought to slowly bring his life to an end by neglecting himself and refusing food, pretending to be ill. Erasistratus, the doctor who attended him, quickly realized that love was his affliction, but the challenge was identifying the object of his desire. He therefore continually waited in his chamber, and when any of the beautiful women from the court visited the sick prince, he observed the changes in Antiochus’s expression and demeanor, looking for signs that revealed the true passions and feelings within. He noticed that the presence of other women had no impact on him; but when Stratonice came, whether alone or accompanied by Seleucus, he noticed all of Sappho’s classic symptoms in Antiochus—his voice trembled, his face flushed, his eyes darted away, a sudden sweat broke out on his skin, his heartbeat became erratic and intense, and unable to handle the weight of his feelings, he would collapse into a state of faintness, weakness, and paleness.
Erasistratus, reasoning upon these symptoms, and, upon the probability of things, considering that the king’s son would hardly, if the object of his passion had been any other, have persisted to death rather than reveal it, felt, however, the difficulty of making a discovery of this nature to Seleucus. But, trusting to the tenderness of Seleucus for the young man, he put on all the assurance he could, and at last, on some opportunity, spoke out, and told him the malady was love, a love impossible to gratify or relieve. The king was extremely surprised, and asked, “Why impossible to relieve?” “The fact is,” replied Erasistratus, “he is in love with my wife.” “How!” said Seleucus, “and will our friend Erasistratus refuse to bestow his wife upon my son and only successor, when there is no other way to save his life?” “You,” replied Erasistratus, “who are his father, would not do so, if he were in love with Stratonice.” “Ah, my friend,” answered Seleucus, “would to heaven any means, human or divine, could but convert his present passion to that; it would be well for me to part not only with Stratonice, but with my empire, to save Antiochus.” This he said with the greatest passion, shedding tears as he spoke; upon which Erasistratus, taking him by the hand, replied, “In that case, you have no need of Erasistratus; for you, who are the husband, the father, and the king, are the proper physician for your own family.” Seleucus, accordingly, summoning a general assembly of his people, declared to them, that he had resolved to make Antiochus king, and Stratonice queen, of all the provinces of Upper Asia, uniting them in marriage; telling them, that he thought he had sufficient power over the prince’s will, that he should find in him no repugnance to obey his commands; and for Stratonice, he hoped all his friends would endeavor to make her sensible, if she should manifest any reluctance to such a marriage, that she ought to esteem those things just and honorable which had been determined upon by the king as necessary to the general good. In this manner, we are told, was brought about the marriage of Antiochus and Stratonice.
Erasistratus, thinking about these symptoms and the likelihood of things, concluded that the king’s son wouldn't have chosen to die rather than confess his feelings if it had been anyone else he was in love with. However, he found it challenging to reveal this to Seleucus. Trusting in Seleucus's affection for the young man, he gathered his courage and eventually found the right moment to say that the illness was love, a love that couldn't be fulfilled or eased. The king was very surprised and asked, “Why can't it be relieved?” “The truth is,” Erasistratus replied, “he is in love with my wife.” “What!” exclaimed Seleucus, “Will our friend Erasistratus refuse to give his wife to my son and only heir when it’s the only way to save his life?” “You,” answered Erasistratus, “who are his father, wouldn’t do that if he were in love with Stratonice.” “Ah, my friend,” Seleucus said, “I wish any means, human or divine, could turn his feelings to that; I would gladly give up not just Stratonice but my empire to save Antiochus.” He said this with great emotion, shedding tears as he spoke. In response, Erasistratus took his hand and said, “In that case, you don’t need Erasistratus; because you, as the husband, father, and king, are the best healer for your own family.” Seleucus then called a general assembly of his people and announced that he had decided to make Antiochus king and Stratonice queen of all the provinces of Upper Asia by marrying them. He told them that he believed he had enough influence over the prince's will to ensure he wouldn’t resist this decision, and he hoped his friends would help Stratonice understand that she should view this arrangement as just and honorable, as it was necessary for the common good. This is how the marriage of Antiochus and Stratonice came about, as we’ve been told.
To return to the affairs of Demetrius. Having obtained the crown of Macedon, he presently became master of Thessaly also. And, holding the greatest part of Peloponnesus, and, on this side the Isthmus, the cities of Megara and Athens, he now turned his arms against the Boeotians. They at first made overtures for an accommodation; but Cleonymus of Sparta having ventured with some troops to their assistance, and having made his way into Thebes, and Pisis, the Thespian, who was their first man in power and reputation, animating them to make a brave resistance, they broke off the treaty. No sooner, however, had Demetrius begun to approach the walls with his engines, but Cleonymus in affright secretly withdrew; and the Boeotians, finding themselves abandoned, made their submission. Demetrius placed a garrison in charge of their towns, and, having raised a large sum of money from them, he placed Hieronymus, the historian, in the office of governor and military commander over them, and was thought on the whole to have shown great clemency, more particularly to Pisis, to whom he did no hurt, but spoke with him courteously and kindly, and made him chief magistrate of Thespiae. Not long after, Lysimachus was taken prisoner by Dromichaetes, and Demetrius went off instantly in the hopes of possessing himself of Thrace, thus left without a king. Upon this, the Boeotians revolted again, and news also came that Lysimachus had regained his liberty. So Demetrius, turning back quickly and in anger, found on coming up that his son Antigonus had already defeated the Boeotians in battle, and therefore proceeded to lay siege again to Thebes.
To get back to Demetrius's situation. After taking the crown of Macedon, he quickly became the ruler of Thessaly as well. With much of Peloponnesus under his control, along with the cities of Megara and Athens, he directed his forces against the Boeotians. Initially, they sought a peace agreement, but when Cleonymus of Sparta came to help them with some troops and entered Thebes, along with Pisis, the leading figure among them, encouraging them to resist bravely, they broke off the negotiations. However, as soon as Demetrius began approaching the walls with his siege equipment, Cleonymus, in fear, secretly retreated; and the Boeotians, realizing they were left alone, surrendered. Demetrius then stationed a garrison in their towns and collected a substantial amount of money from them, assigning Hieronymus, the historian, as their governor and military commander. Overall, he was seen as quite merciful, especially to Pisis, who he harmed in no way but spoke to nicely and appointed as the chief magistrate of Thespiae. Shortly afterward, Lysimachus was captured by Dromichaetes, and Demetrius quickly left, hoping to claim Thrace, which was now kingless. As a result, the Boeotians revolted again, and news arrived that Lysimachus had regained his freedom. So, Demetrius, turning back swiftly and in anger, discovered that his son Antigonus had already defeated the Boeotians in battle and then began another siege of Thebes.
But, understanding that Pyrrhus had made an incursion into Thessaly, and that he was advanced as far as Thermopylae, leaving Antigonus to continue the siege, he marched with the rest of his army to oppose this enemy. Pyrrhus, however, made a quick retreat. So, leaving ten thousand foot and a thousand horse for the protection of Thessaly, he returned to the siege of Thebes, and there brought up his famous City-taker to the attack, which, however, was so laboriously and so slowly moved on account of its bulk and heaviness, that in two months it did not advance two furlongs. In the meantime the citizens made a stout defense, and Demetrius, out of heat and contentiousness very often, more than upon any necessity, sent his soldiers into danger; until at last Antigonus, observing how many men were losing their lives, said to him, “Why, my father, do we go on letting the men be wasted in this way, without any need of it?” But Demetrius, in a great passion, interrupted him: “And you, good sir, why do you afflict yourself for the matter? will dead men come to you for rations?” But that the soldiers might see he valued his own life at no dearer rate than theirs, he exposed himself freely, and was wounded with a javelin through his neck, which put him into great hazard of his life. But, notwithstanding, he continued the siege, and in conclusion took the town again. And after his entrance, when the citizens were in fear and trembling, and expected all the severities which an incensed conqueror could indict, he only put to death thirteen, and banished some few others, pardoning all the rest. Thus the city of Thebes, which had not yet been ten years restored, in that short space was twice besieged and taken.
But realizing that Pyrrhus had invaded Thessaly and advanced as far as Thermopylae, leaving Antigonus to continue the siege, he marched with the rest of his army to confront this enemy. However, Pyrrhus quickly retreated. So, leaving ten thousand infantry and a thousand cavalry to protect Thessaly, he returned to the siege of Thebes and brought up his famous siege engine, which was so heavy and cumbersome that it hardly moved, advancing only two furlongs in two months. In the meantime, the citizens put up a strong defense, and Demetrius, out of frustration and contention, often sent his soldiers into danger without any real need. Eventually, Antigonus, noticing how many soldiers were dying, said to him, “Why, my father, do we keep letting our men waste away like this, when it’s unnecessary?” But Demetrius, in a fit of anger, cut him off: “And you, good sir, why do you worry about this? Will the dead come to you for rations?” To show his soldiers that he valued his life just as much as theirs, he exposed himself to danger and was wounded by a javelin in the neck, putting his life at great risk. Nevertheless, he continued the siege and ultimately captured the city again. After entering, when the citizens were filled with fear and anxiety, expecting all the harsh treatment a furious conqueror could impose, he executed only thirteen people and exiled a few others, pardoning everyone else. Thus, the city of Thebes, which hadn’t been restored for even ten years, was besieged and taken twice in a short time.
Shortly after, the festival of the Pythian Apollo was to be celebrated, and the Aetolians having blocked up all the passages to Delphi, Demetrius held the games and celebrated the feast at Athens, alleging it was great reason those honors should be paid in that place, Apollo being the paternal god of the Athenian people, and the reputed first founder of their race.
Shortly after, the festival of Pythian Apollo was about to be celebrated, and since the Aetolians had closed off all the routes to Delphi, Demetrius held the games and celebrated the feast in Athens, claiming it made perfect sense for those honors to be given there, as Apollo was the patron god of the Athenian people and was seen as the original founder of their race.
From thence Demetrius returned to Macedon, and as he not only was of a restless temper himself, but saw also that the Macedonians were ever the best subjects when employed in military expeditions, but turbulent and desirous of change in the idleness of peace, he led them against the Aetolians, and, having wasted their country, he left Pantauchus with a great part of his army to complete the conquest, and with the rest he marched in person to find out Pyrrhus, who in like manner was advancing to encounter him. But so it fell out, that by taking different ways the two armies did not meet; but whilst Demetrius entered Epirus, and laid all waste before him, Pyrrhus fell upon Pantauchus, and, in a battle in which the two commanders met in person and wounded each other, he gained the victory, and took five thousand prisoners, besides great numbers slain on the field. The worst thing, however, for Demetrius was that Pyrrhus had excited less animosity as an enemy than admiration as a brave man. His taking so large a part with his own hand in the battle had gained him the greatest name and glory among the Macedonians. Many among them began to say that this was the only king in whom there was any likeness to be seen of the great Alexander’s courage; the other kings, and particularly Demetrius, did nothing but personate him, like actors on a stage, in his pomp and outward majesty. And Demetrius truly was a perfect play and pageant, with his robes and diadems, his gold-edged purple and his hats with double streamers, his very shoes being of the richest purple felt, embroidered over in gold. One robe in particular, a most superb piece of work, was long in the loom in preparation for him, in which was to be wrought the representation of the universe and the celestial bodies. This, left unfinished when his reverses overtook him, not any one of the kings of Macedon, his successors, though divers of them haughty enough, ever presumed to use.
From there, Demetrius returned to Macedon, and since he was not only restless himself but also recognized that the Macedonians were most effective when engaged in military campaigns, yet prone to unrest and longing for change during peaceful times, he led them against the Aetolians. After ravaging their territory, he left Pantauchus with a significant part of his army to finish the conquest, while he took the rest to find Pyrrhus, who was similarly advancing to confront him. However, due to taking different routes, the two armies did not encounter each other. As Demetrius entered Epirus, devastating everything in his path, Pyrrhus attacked Pantauchus. In a battle where the two commanders faced off and wounded each other, Pyrrhus emerged victorious, capturing five thousand prisoners and killing many on the battlefield. The worst part for Demetrius was that Pyrrhus inspired more admiration as a courageous man than animosity as an enemy. His significant personal involvement in the battle earned him great fame and glory among the Macedonians. Many began to claim that he was the only king who resembled the bravery of the great Alexander; the other kings, especially Demetrius, were merely mimicking him like actors on a stage, putting on an impressive show. Demetrius truly was a spectacle, adorned in his robes and crowns, wearing lavish purple and hats with flowing streams, even his shoes made of the finest purple felt, embroidered in gold. One particular robe, an exquisite piece of craftsmanship, was in the works for a long time, designed to feature the representation of the universe and celestial bodies. This masterpiece, left unfinished when misfortune struck him, was never claimed by any of the kings of Macedon who succeeded him, even though some were arrogant enough to consider it.
But it was not this theatric pomp alone which disgusted the Macedonians, but his profuse and luxurious way of living; and, above all, the difficulty of speaking with him or of obtaining access to his presence. For either he would not be seen at all, or, if he did give audience, he was violent and overbearing. Thus he made the envoys of the Athenians, to whom yet he was more attentive than to all the other Grecians, wait two whole years before they could obtain a hearing. And when the Lacedaemonians sent a single person on an embassy to him, he held himself insulted, and asked angrily whether it was the fact that the Lacedaemonians had sent but one ambassador. “Yes,” was the happy reply he received, “one ambassador to one king.”
But it wasn't just the theatrical show that disgusted the Macedonians; it was also his extravagant and lavish lifestyle, and especially the challenge of getting to speak with him or even being allowed in his presence. He either would not be seen at all, or if he did agree to meet, he was aggressive and domineering. This led to the Athenian envoys, who he actually paid more attention to than to any other Greeks, waiting a full two years just to get a chance to talk to him. And when the Spartans sent only one person as an ambassador, he felt insulted and angrily questioned why they had sent just one ambassador. "Yes," was the clever response he got, "one ambassador to one king."
Once when in some apparent fit of a more popular and acceptable temper he was riding abroad, a number of people came up and presented their written petitions. He courteously received all these, and put them up in the skirt of his cloak, while the poor people were overjoyed, and followed him close. But when he came upon the bridge of the river Axius, shaking out his cloak, he threw all into the river. This excited very bitter resentment among the Macedonians, who felt themselves to be not governed, but insulted. They called to mind what some of them had seen, and others had heard related of King Philip’s unambitious and open, accessible manners. One day when an old woman had assailed him several times in the road and importuned him to hear her, after he had told her he had no time, “If so,” cried she, “you have no time to be a king.” And this reprimand so stung the king that after thinking of it a while he went back into the house, and, setting all other matters apart, for several days together he did nothing else but receive, beginning with the old woman, the complaints of all that would come. And to do justice, truly enough, might well be called a king’s first business. “Mars,” as says Timotheus, “is the tyrant;” but Law, in Pindar’s words, the king of all. Homer does not say that kings received at the hands of Jove besieging engines or ships of war, but sentences of justice, to keep and observe; nor is it the most warlike, unjust, and murderous, but the most righteous of kings, that has from him the name of Jupiter’s “familiar friend” and scholar. Demetrius’s delight was the title most unlike the choices of the king of gods. The divine names were those of the Defender and Keeper, his was that of the Besieger of Cities. The place of virtue was given by him to that which, had he not been as ignorant as he was powerful, he would have known to be vice, and honor by his act was associated with crime. While he lay dangerously ill at Pella, Pyrrhus pretty nearly overran all Macedon, and advanced as far as the city of Edessa. On recovering his health, he quickly drove him out, and came to terms with him, being desirous not to employ his time in a string of petty local conflicts with a neighbor, when all his thoughts were fixed upon another design. This was no less than to endeavor the recovery of the whole empire which his father had possessed; and his preparations were suitable to his hopes, and the greatness of the enterprise. He had arranged for the levying of ninety-eight thousand foot, and nearly twelve thousand horse; and he had a fleet of five hundred galleys on the stocks, some building at Athens, others at Corinth and Chalcis, and in the neighborhood of Pella. And he himself was passing evermore from one to another of these places, to give his directions and his assistance to the plans, while all that saw were amazed, not so much at the number, as at the magnitude of the works. Hitherto, there had never been seen a galley with fifteen or sixteen ranges of oars. At a later time, Ptolemy Philopator built one of forty rows, which was two hundred and eighty cubits in length, and the height of her to the top of her stern forty eight cubits; she had four hundred sailors and four thousand rowers, and afforded room besides for very near three thousand soldiers to fight on her decks. But this, after all, was for show, and not for service, scarcely differing from a fixed edifice ashore, and was not to be moved without extreme toil and peril; whereas these galleys of Demetrius were meant quite as much for fighting as for looking at, were not the less serviceable for their magnificence, and were as wonderful for their speed and general performance as for their size.
Once, during what seemed to be a more popular and agreeable moment, he was out riding when a group of people approached him with their written petitions. He kindly accepted all of them and tucked them into the hem of his cloak, which made the poor people very happy as they followed him closely. However, when he reached the bridge over the Axius River, he shook out his cloak and threw all the petitions into the water. This enraged the Macedonians, who felt they weren't being governed but insulted. They recalled how some had witnessed King Philip's humble and approachable demeanor. One day, an elderly woman repeatedly approached him on the road, pleading for his attention. After he told her he didn't have time, she exclaimed, “If that’s the case, you have no time to be a king.” This stung the king so much that he went back inside, and for several days, he set everything else aside and listened to all the complaints, starting with the elderly woman. To seek justice could easily be called a king’s most important duty. “Mars,” as Timotheus says, “is the tyrant;” but Law, in Pindar's words, is the ultimate king. Homer doesn’t say that kings receive weapons or warships from Jupiter, but rather judgments to uphold and follow; it is not the most warlike or ruthless kings who are regarded as Jupiter’s “close friend” or student, but the most just ones. Demetrius preferred a title that was quite the opposite of the gods’ choices. The divine names represented the Protector and Guardian, while his was that of the Conqueror of Cities. He associated virtue with what he would have recognized as vice had he not been both ignorant and powerful; he linked honor with wrongdoing. While he was seriously ill in Pella, Pyrrhus nearly conquered all of Macedon and got as far as the city of Edessa. Once he regained his health, he quickly expelled him and negotiated terms, not wanting to waste time on trivial local disputes with a neighbor when his sights were set on a bigger goal—regaining the entire empire that his father had once ruled. His preparations matched his ambitions and the scale of his plans. He organized to raise ninety-eight thousand infantry and nearly twelve thousand cavalry; he also had a fleet of five hundred ships in construction, some in Athens, others in Corinth, Chalcis, and near Pella. He frequently traveled between these sites to oversee and support the work, leaving everyone astonished, not just by the numbers but by the scale of the projects. Up until then, no one had seen a galley with fifteen or sixteen rows of oars. Later, Ptolemy Philopator built one with forty rows, measuring two hundred and eighty cubits in length and forty-eight cubits high at the stern; it carried four hundred sailors and four thousand rowers, plus space for nearly three thousand soldiers to fight on its decks. However, this was merely for show and not practical, hardly different from a stationary structure on land, and it could only be moved with great difficulty and danger. In contrast, Demetrius's galleys were meant as much for combat as for display; their grandeur didn’t compromise their utility, and they were just as impressive for their speed and effectiveness as for their size.
These mighty preparations against Asia, the like of which had not been made since Alexander first invaded it, united Seleucus, Ptolemy, and Lysimachus in a confederacy for their defense. They also dispatched ambassadors to Pyrrhus, to persuade him to make a diversion by attacking Macedonia; he need not think there was any validity in a treaty which Demetrius had concluded, not as an engagement to be at peace with him, but as a means for enabling himself to make war first upon the enemy of his choice. So when Pyrrhus accepted their proposals, Demetrius, still in the midst of his preparations, was encompassed with war on all sides. Ptolemy, with a mighty navy, invaded Greece; Lysimachus entered Macedonia upon the side of Thrace, and Pyrrhus, from the Epirot border, both of them spoiling and wasting the country. Demetrius, leaving his son to look after Greece, marched to the relief of Macedon, and first of all to oppose Lysimachus. On his way, he received the news that Pyrrhus had taken the city Beroea; and the report quickly getting out among the soldiers, all discipline at once was lost, and the camp was filled with lamentations and tears, anger and execrations on Demetrius; they would stay no longer, they would march off, as they said, to take care of their country, friends, and families; but in reality the intention was to revolt to Lysimachus. Demetrius, therefore, thought it his business to keep them as far away as he could from Lysimachus, who was their own countryman, and for Alexander’s sake kindly looked upon by many; they would be ready to fight with Pyrrhus, a new-comer and a foreigner, whom they could hardly prefer to himself. But he found himself under a great mistake in these conjectures. For when he advanced and pitched his camp near, the old admiration for Pyrrhus’s gallantry in arms revived again; and as they had been used from time immemorial to suppose that the best king was he that was the bravest soldier, so now they were also told of his generous usage of his prisoners, and, in short, they were eager to have anyone in the place of Demetrius, and well pleased that the man should be Pyrrhus. At first, some straggling parties only deserted, but in a little time the whole army broke out into an universal mutiny, insomuch that at last some of them went up, and told him openly that if he consulted his own safety he were best to make haste to be gone, for that the Macedonians were resolved no longer to hazard their lives for the satisfaction of his luxury and pleasure. And this was thought fair and moderate language, compared with the fierceness of the rest. So, withdrawing into his tent, and, like an actor rather than a real king, laying aside his stage-robes of royalty, he put on some common clothes and stole away. He was no sooner gone but the mutinous army were fighting and quarreling for the plunder of his tent, but Pyrrhus, coming immediately, took possession of the camp without a blow, after which he, with Lysimachus, parted the realm of Macedon betwixt them, after Demetrius had securely held it just seven years.
These massive preparations against Asia, the likes of which hadn't been seen since Alexander first attacked it, brought Seleucus, Ptolemy, and Lysimachus together in a coalition for their defense. They also sent ambassadors to Pyrrhus to convince him to create a distraction by invading Macedonia; he shouldn't believe there was any real value in a treaty that Demetrius had made, which wasn't truly an agreement for peace with him, but rather a way for Demetrius to start a war against an enemy of his choosing. When Pyrrhus agreed to their proposals, Demetrius, still in the middle of his preparations, found himself surrounded by war on all fronts. Ptolemy, with a powerful navy, invaded Greece; Lysimachus entered Macedonia from Thrace, and Pyrrhus came in from the Epirot border, both wreaking havoc in the countryside. Demetrius, leaving his son to manage Greece, marched to aid Macedonia, intending first to confront Lysimachus. On his way, he learned that Pyrrhus had captured the city of Beroea; as news spread among the soldiers, discipline completely broke down, and the camp was filled with cries of despair, anger, and curses directed at Demetrius. They claimed they could no longer stay and would march off to take care of their homeland, friends, and families; but in reality, their true intention was to defect to Lysimachus. Demetrius believed he needed to keep them as far away as possible from Lysimachus, who was their countryman and well-regarded by many for Alexander's sake; they would likely be willing to fight Pyrrhus, a newcomer and foreigner, whom they could hardly choose over him. However, he was greatly mistaken in these assumptions. When he moved closer and set up camp nearby, the old admiration for Pyrrhus's bravery reignited. Since time immemorial, they had believed that the best king was the bravest soldier, and now they heard about Pyrrhus's generous treatment of prisoners, making them eager for anyone but Demetrius to take his place, and they were pleased to see that person be Pyrrhus. At first, only a few stragglers deserted, but soon the entire army erupted in a widespread mutiny, to the point that some of them approached him openly, saying that if he cared for his own safety, he should quickly leave because the Macedonians were determined not to risk their lives for his luxury and pleasure. This was considered fair and moderate speech compared to the harshness of others. So, withdrawing to his tent, and like an actor more than a real king, he took off his royal robes and put on common clothes before sneaking away. No sooner had he left than the mutinous army began fighting and quarreling over the spoils of his tent, but Pyrrhus arrived right after and took over the camp without a fight. After that, he and Lysimachus divided the realm of Macedon between them, having held it securely for just seven years.
As for Demetrius, being thus suddenly despoiled of everything, he retired to Cassandrea. His wife Phila, in the passion of her grief, could not endure to see her hapless husband reduced to the condition of a private and banished man. She refused to entertain any further hope, and, resolving to quit a fortune which was never permanent except for calamity, took poison and died. Demetrius, determining still to hold on by the wreck, went off to Greece, and collected his friends and officers there. Menelaus, in the play of Sophocles, to give an image of his vicissitudes of estate, says, —
As for Demetrius, after suddenly losing everything, he went to Cassandrea. His wife Phila, overwhelmed by grief, couldn't stand to see her unfortunate husband turned into a private, banished man. She gave up on any hope and, deciding to leave behind a fortune that was only ever temporary except for misfortune, took poison and died. Demetrius, determined to hang on to what was left, traveled to Greece and gathered his friends and officers there. Menelaus, in Sophocles' play, offers an illustration of his changing fortunes, saying,—
For me, my destiny, alas, is found
Whirling upon the gods’ swift wheel around,
And changing still, and as the moon’s fair frame
Cannot continue for two nights the same,
But out of shadow first a crescent shows,
Thence into beauty and perfection grows,
And when the form of plenitude it wears,
Dwindles again, and wholly disappears.
For me, my fate, unfortunately, is tied up
In the swift wheel of the gods, constantly spinning,
And ever-changing, just like the moon’s bright shape
Can't stay the same for two nights in a row,
But starts as a crescent appearing from the dark,
Then grows into beauty and perfection,
And when it reaches its fullest form,
It fades away and completely vanishes.
The simile is yet truer of Demetrius and the phases of his fortunes, now on the increase, presently on the wane, now filling up and now falling away. And so, at this time of apparent entire obscuration and extinction, his light again shone out, and accessions of strength, little by little, came in to fulfill once more the measure of his hope. At first he showed himself in the garb of a private man, and went about the cities without any of the badges of a king. One who saw him thus at Thebes applied to him not inaptly, the lines of Euripides,
The comparison is even more accurate for Demetrius and the ups and downs of his fortunes—sometimes growing, sometimes fading, sometimes rising, and sometimes falling. So, during this time of seeming total obscurity and disappearance, his light shone again, and little by little, he gained strength to fulfill his hope once more. At first, he presented himself as a regular citizen and walked around the cities without any signs of being a king. Someone who saw him like this in Thebes fittingly quoted the lines of Euripides,
Humbled to man, laid by the godhead’s pride,
He comes to Dirce and Ismenus’ side.
Humbled to a man, brought low by the pride of the divine,
He approaches Dirce and Ismenus’ side.
But erelong his expectations had reentered the royal track, and he began once more to have about him the body and form of empire. The Thebans received back, as his gift, their ancient constitution. The Athenians had deserted him. They displaced Diphilus, who was that year the priest of the two Tutelar Deities, and restored the archons, as of old, to mark the year; and on hearing that Demetrius was not so weak as they had expected, they sent into Macedonia to beg the protection of Pyrrhus. Demetrius, in anger, marched to Athens, and laid close siege to the city. In this distress, they sent out to him Crates the philosopher, a person of authority and reputation, who succeeded so far, that what with his entreaties and the solid reasons which he offered, Demetrius was persuaded to raise the siege; and, collecting all his ships, he embarked a force of eleven thousand men with cavalry, and sailed away to Asia, to Caria and Lydia, to take those provinces from Lysimachus. Arriving at Miletus, he was met there by Eurydice, the sister of Phila, who brought along with her Ptolemais, one of her daughters by king Ptolemy, who had before been affianced to Demetrius, and with whom he now consummated his marriage. Immediately after, he proceeded to carry out his project, and was so fortunate in the beginning, that many cities revolted to him; others, as particularly Sardis, he took by force; and some generals of Lysimachus, also, came over to him with troops and money. But when Agathocles, the son of Lysimachus, arrived with an army, he retreated into Phrygia, with an intention to pass into Armenia, believing that, if he could once plant his foot in Armenia, he might set Media in revolt, and gain a position in Upper Asia, where a fugitive commander might find a hundred ways of evasion and escape. Agathocles pressed hard upon him, and many skirmishes and conflicts occurred, in which Demetrius had still the advantage; but Agathocles straitened him much in his forage, and his men showed a great dislike to his purpose, which they suspected, of carrying them far away into Armenia and Media. Famine also pressed upon them, and some mistake occurred in their passage of the river Lycus, in consequence of which a large number were swept away and drowned. Still, however, they could pass their jests, and one of them fixed upon Demetrius’s tent-door a paper with the first verse, slightly altered of the Oedipus; —
But soon his hopes were back on track, and he began to regain the power and influence of an empire. The Thebans received their ancient constitution back as his gift. The Athenians had turned their backs on him. They replaced Diphilus, who was the priest of the two protective deities that year, and restored the archons, as they had done in the past, to mark the year; and when they heard that Demetrius was stronger than they had thought, they sent word to Macedonia asking for the protection of Pyrrhus. Angered, Demetrius marched to Athens and besieged the city closely. In desperation, they sent out Crates the philosopher, a respected figure, who managed, through his pleas and solid reasoning, to persuade Demetrius to lift the siege; then he gathered all his ships, embarked eleven thousand men along with cavalry, and sailed off to Asia, to Caria and Lydia, to reclaim those provinces from Lysimachus. When he arrived at Miletus, he was met by Eurydice, Phila’s sister, who brought with her Ptolemais, one of her daughters by King Ptolemy, who had been previously engaged to Demetrius, and with whom he completed his marriage. Immediately after, he moved forward with his plans and was fortunate at first, as many cities defected to him; others, especially Sardis, he captured by force; and some of Lysimachus's generals also switched sides, bringing troops and money with them. However, when Agathocles, the son of Lysimachus, arrived with an army, Demetrius retreated into Phrygia, planning to move into Armenia, believing that once he got a foothold there, he could incite a revolt in Media and secure a position in Upper Asia, where a fugitive leader could find many ways to evade capture. Agathocles pursued him aggressively, and many skirmishes and battles ensued, in which Demetrius still had the upper hand; but Agathocles constrained his supplies, and his men grew increasingly uneasy about the possibility of being taken far away into Armenia and Media. They also faced famine, and a mishap during their crossing of the river Lycus caused many to be swept away and drowned. Still, they managed to make jokes, and one of them attached a note with a slightly altered line from Oedipus to Demetrius's tent door; —
Child of the blind old man, Antigonus,
Into what country are you bringing us?
Child of the blind old man, Antigonus,
Where are you taking us?
But at last, pestilence, as is usual, when armies are driven to such necessities as to subsist upon any food they can get, began to assail them as well as famine. So that, having lost eight thousand of his men, with the rest he retreated and came to Tarsus, and because that city was within the dominions of Seleucus, he was anxious to prevent any plundering, and wished to give no sort of offense to Seleucus. But when he perceived it was impossible to restrain the soldiers in their extreme necessity, Agathocles also having blocked up all the avenues of Mount Taurus, he wrote a letter to Seleucus, bewailing first all his own sad fortunes, and proceeding with entreaties and supplications for some compassion on his part towards one nearly connected with him, who was fallen into such calamities as might extort tenderness and pity from his very enemies.
But finally, as often happens when armies are forced to survive on whatever food they can find, disease began to attack them alongside hunger. Having lost eight thousand of his men, he retreated with the remaining troops to Tarsus. Since that city was under Seleucus's control, he wanted to avoid any looting and didn’t want to offend Seleucus in any way. However, when he realized it was impossible to keep the soldiers from acting out of desperation, especially since Agathocles had blocked all the routes of Mount Taurus, he wrote a letter to Seleucus. In the letter, he first lamented his unfortunate situation and then made pleas and requests for compassion towards someone who was closely connected to him and had fallen into such dire straits that it might evoke sympathy even from his enemies.
These letters so far moved Seleucus, that he gave orders to the governors of those provinces that they should furnish Demetrius with all things suitable to his royal rank, and with sufficient provisions for his troops. But Patrocles, a person whose judgment was greatly valued, and who was a friend highly trusted by Seleucus, pointed out to him, that the expense of maintaining such a body of soldiers was the least important consideration, but that it was contrary to all policy to let Demetrius stay in the country, since he, of all the kings of his time, was the most violent, and most addicted to daring enterprises; and he was now in a condition which might tempt persons of the greatest temper and moderation to unlawful and desperate attempts. Seleucus, excited by this advice, moved with a powerful army towards Cilicia; and Demetrius, astonished at this sudden alteration, betook himself for safety to the most inaccessible places of Mount Taurus; from whence he sent envoys to Seleucus, to request from him that he would permit him the liberty to settle with his army somewhere among the independent barbarian tribes, where he might be able to make himself a petty king, and end his life without further travel and hardship; or, if he refused him this, at any rate to give his troops food during the winter, and not expose him in this distressed and naked condition to the fury of his enemies.
These letters really affected Seleucus, prompting him to instruct the governors of those provinces to provide Demetrius with everything fitting for his royal status, along with enough supplies for his troops. However, Patrocles, a highly regarded advisor and trusted friend of Seleucus, pointed out that the cost of supporting such a large army was the least of their concerns. He argued it was foolish to allow Demetrius to remain in the region, as he was the most aggressive and reckless king of his time, and his current situation could tempt even the most composed individuals into dangerous and unlawful actions. Influenced by this advice, Seleucus, with a strong army, advanced toward Cilicia. Demetrius, taken aback by this rapid change, sought refuge in the most secluded parts of Mount Taurus. From there, he sent envoys to Seleucus, asking him to allow him the freedom to settle with his army among the independent barbarian tribes, where he could establish himself as a petty king and end his life without further hardship. Alternatively, if that request was denied, he at least wanted provisions for his troops during the winter instead of being left vulnerable and exposed to his enemies' wrath.
But Seleucus, whose jealousy made him put an ill construction on all he said, sent him answer, that he would permit him to stay two months and no longer in Cataonia, provided he presently sent him the principal of his friends as hostages for his departure then; and, in the meantime, he fortified all the passages into Syria. So that Demetrius, who saw himself thus, like a wild beast, in the way to be encompassed on all sides in the toils, was driven in desperation to his defense, overran the country, and in several engagements in which Seleucus attacked him, had the advantage of him. Particularly, when he was once assailed by the scythed chariots, he successfully avoided the charge and routed his assailants, and then, expelling the troops that were in guard of the passes, made himself master of the roads leading into Syria. And now, elated himself, and finding his soldiers also animated by these successes, he was resolved to push at all, and to have one deciding blow for the empire with Seleucus; who, indeed, was in considerable anxiety and distress, being averse to any assistance from Lysimachus, whom he both mistrusted and feared, and shrinking from a battle with Demetrius, whose desperation he knew, and whose fortune he had so often seen suddenly pass from the lowest to the highest.
But Seleucus, whose jealousy led him to misinterpret everything he said, replied that he would allow him to stay in Cataonia for two months and no longer, provided he immediately sent his closest friends as hostages for his departure. In the meantime, he secured all the routes into Syria. Demetrius, realizing he was like a wild animal about to be trapped, was pushed into a desperate defense, ravaging the countryside. In several skirmishes where Seleucus attacked him, Demetrius came out on top. Particularly, when he was ambushed by chariots with blades, he skillfully avoided the attack and defeated his attackers, then expelled the troops guarding the passes, taking control of the roads leading into Syria. Now filled with confidence and seeing his soldiers inspired by these victories, he decided to go all in and aim for a decisive battle against Seleucus, who was clearly anxious and distressed. Seleucus was hesitant to seek help from Lysimachus, whom he both distrusted and feared, and he was reluctant to engage in battle with Demetrius, knowing the desperation he felt and having witnessed his stunning reversals of fortune from the lowest to the highest.
But Demetrius, in the meanwhile, was taken with a violent sickness, from which he suffered extremely himself, and which ruined all his prospects. His men deserted to the enemy, or dispersed. At last, after forty days, he began to be so far recovered as to be able to rally his remaining forces, and marched as if he directly designed for Cilicia; but in the night, raising his camp without sound of trumpet, he took a countermarch, and, passing the mountain Amanus, he ravaged an the lower country as far as Cyrrhestica.
But during this time, Demetrius fell seriously ill, suffering greatly and ruining all his hopes. His men abandoned him, either joining the enemy or scattering. Finally, after forty days, he started to recover enough to regroup his remaining forces and marched as if he was heading for Cilicia; however, that night, without sounding a trumpet, he secretly moved his camp, turned around, and crossed the Amanus mountain, devastating the lower region all the way to Cyrrhestica.
Upon this, Seleucus advancing towards him and encamping at no great distance, Demetrius set his troops in motion to surprise him by night. And almost to the last moment Seleucus knew nothing, and was lying asleep. Some deserter came with the tidings just so soon that he had time to leap, in great consternation, out of bed, and give the alarm to his men. And as he was putting on his boots to mount his horse, he bade the officers about him look well to it, for they had to meet a furious and terrible wild beast. But Demetrius, by the noise he heard in the camp, finding they had taken the alarm, drew off his troops in haste. With the morning’s return he found Seleucus pressing hard upon him; so, sending one of his officers against the other wing, he defeated those that were opposed to himself. But Seleucus, lighting from his horse, pulling off his helmet, and taking a target, advanced to the foremost ranks of the mercenary soldiers, and, showing them who he was, bade them come over and join him, telling them that it was for their sakes only that he had so long forborne coming to extremities. And thereupon, without a blow more, they saluted Seleucus as their king, and passed over.
When Seleucus moved closer and set up camp not far away, Demetrius ordered his troops to surprise him at night. Until the last moment, Seleucus was unaware and sound asleep. A deserter arrived just in time to alert him, causing him to jump out of bed in panic and warn his men. As he was putting on his boots to get on his horse, he instructed the officers around him to be prepared, as they were about to face a furious and formidable opponent. However, Demetrius, hearing the commotion in the camp and realizing they had been warned, quickly pulled back his troops. By morning, he found Seleucus pressing hard against him. So, he sent one of his officers to engage the opposite flank, successfully defeating those opposing him. But Seleucus dismounted, removed his helmet, and took up a shield, advancing toward the front lines of the mercenary soldiers. Revealing his identity, he urged them to join him, explaining that he had only refrained from fighting for their sake. With that, without any further conflict, they acknowledged Seleucus as their king and switched sides.
Demetrius, who felt that this was his last change of fortune, and that he had no more vicissitudes to expect, fled to the passes of Amanus, where, with a very few friends and followers, he threw himself into a dense forest, and there waited for the night, purposing, if possible, to make his escape towards Caunus, where he hoped to find his shipping ready to transport him. But upon inquiry, finding that they had not provisions even for that one day, he began to think of some other project. Whilst he was yet in doubt, his friend Sosigenes arrived, who had four hundred pieces of gold about him, and, with this relief, he again entertained hopes of being able to reach the coast, and, as soon as it began to be dark, set forward towards the passes. But, perceiving by the fires that the enemies had occupied them, he gave up all thought of that road, and retreated to his old station in the wood, but not with all his men; for some had deserted, nor were those that remained as willing as they had been. One of them, in fine, ventured to speak out, and say that Demetrius had better give himself up to Seleucus; which Demetrius overhearing, drew out his sword, and would have passed it through his body, but that some of his friends interposed and prevented the attempt, persuading him to do as had been said. So at last he gave way, and sent to Seleucus, to surrender himself at discretion.
Demetrius, feeling this was his final chance for a change in fortune and that he had no more ups and downs to expect, fled to the passes of Amanus. With just a handful of friends and followers, he hid in a dense forest, waiting for nightfall, hoping to escape toward Caunus, where he believed his ship would be ready to take him away. However, after checking, he found they didn’t even have enough provisions for that day, which made him consider other plans. While he was still uncertain, his friend Sosigenes arrived with four hundred pieces of gold, giving him renewed hope of reaching the coast. As soon as it started to get dark, they set out toward the passes. But seeing the enemy fires indicating they had taken over, he abandoned that route and returned to his previous hideout in the woods, though not with all his men; some had deserted, and those who remained weren’t as eager as before. Eventually, one of them spoke up, suggesting that Demetrius should surrender to Seleucus. Overhearing this, Demetrius drew his sword, intending to kill himself, but his friends intervened, convincing him to consider the suggestion. Finally, he agreed and sent a message to Seleucus, offering to surrender himself unconditionally.
Seleucus, when he was told of it, said it was not Demetrius’s good fortune that had found out this means for his safety, but his own, which had added to his other honors the opportunity of showing his clemency and generosity. And forthwith he gave order to his domestic officers to prepare a royal pavilion, and all things suitable to give him a splendid reception and entertainment. There was in the attendance of Seleucus one Apollonides, who formerly had been intimate with Demetrius. He was, therefore, as the fittest person, dispatched from the king to meet Demetrius, that he might feel himself more at his ease, and might come with the confidence of being received as a friend and relative. No sooner was this message known, but the courtiers and officers, some few at first, and afterwards almost the whole of them, thinking, Demetrius would presently become of great power with the king, hurried off, vying who should be foremost to pay him their respects. The effect of which was that compassion was converted into jealousy, and ill-natured, malicious people could the more easily insinuate to Seleucus that he was giving way to an unwise humanity, the very first sight of Demetrius having been the occasion of a dangerous excitement in the army. So, whilst Apollonides, in great delight, and after him many others, were relating to Demetrius the kind expressions of Seleucus, and he, after so many troubles and calamities, if indeed he had still any sense of his surrender of himself being a disgrace, had now, in confidence on the good hopes held out to him, entirely forgotten all such thoughts, Pausanias, with a guard of a thousand horse and foot, came and surrounded him; and, dispersing the rest that were with him, carried him, not to the presence of Seleucus, but to the Syrian Chersonese, where he was committed to the safe custody of a strong guard. Sufficient attendance and liberal provision were here allowed him, space for riding and walking, a park with game for hunting, those of his friends and companions in exile who wished it had permission to see him, and messages of kindness, also, from time to time, were brought him from Seleucus, bidding him fear nothing, and intimating, that, so soon as Antiochus and Stratonice should arrive, he would receive his liberty.
When Seleucus heard about it, he said it wasn't Demetrius's luck that had found a way for his safety, but rather his own, which had added the chance to show his mercy and generosity to his other honors. Immediately, he ordered his staff to set up a royal pavilion and everything necessary for a grand welcome and celebration. Among Seleucus's attendants was Apollonides, who had once been close with Demetrius. He was sent by the king to meet Demetrius, so that Demetrius would feel more at ease and confident about being welcomed as a friend and family member. As soon as this message got out, the courtiers and officials, starting with just a few and eventually almost all, thinking that Demetrius would soon become very powerful with the king, rushed off to see him, competing to be the first to show their respect. This led to jealousy replacing compassion, and spiteful, malicious people found it easier to suggest to Seleucus that he was acting unwisely in his kindness since Demetrius's very arrival stirred up dangerous excitement among the army. While Apollonides, along with many others, were happily telling Demetrius about Seleucus's kind words, Demetrius, after so many troubles and hardships, if he even felt any shame about surrendering, now completely pushed those thoughts aside, feeling hopeful because of the good prospects being offered to him. However, Pausanias, with a guard of a thousand soldiers, came and surrounded him; dispersing everyone else with him, he took Demetrius not to Seleucus but to the Syrian Chersonese, where he was placed under the secure watch of a strong guard. He had enough attendants and generous provisions, space for riding and walking, a park for hunting, and friends and fellow exiles who wanted to visit him were allowed to do so. He also received messages of goodwill from Seleucus, reassuring him not to worry, and indicating that as soon as Antiochus and Stratonice arrived, he would be granted his freedom.
Demetrius, however, finding himself in this condition, sent letters to those who were with his son, and to his captains and friends at Athens and Corinth, that they should give no manner of credit to any letters written to them in his name, though they were sealed with his own signet, but that, looking upon him as if he were already dead, they should maintain the cities and whatever was left of his power, for Antigonus, as his successor. Antigonus received the news of his father’s captivity with great sorrow; he put himself into mourning, and wrote letters to the rest of the kings, and to Seleucus himself, making entreaties, and offering not only to surrender whatever they had left, but himself to be a hostage for his father. Many cities, also, and princes joined in interceding for him; only Lysimachus sent and offered a large sum of money to Seleucus to take away his life. But he, who had always shown his aversion to Lysimachus before, thought him only the greater barbarian and monster for it. Nevertheless, he still protracted the time, reserving the favor, as he professed, for the intercession of Antiochus and Stratonice.
Demetrius, finding himself in this situation, sent letters to those with his son, as well as to his captains and friends in Athens and Corinth, instructing them not to trust any letters sent to them in his name, even if they bore his seal. He wanted them to consider him as good as dead and to hold on to the cities and whatever was left of his power for Antigonus, as his successor. Antigonus received the news of his father’s captivity with deep sadness; he mourned and wrote to the other kings, including Seleucus himself, pleading for help and offering not only to give up whatever they had left but also to serve as a hostage for his father. Many cities and leaders also intervened on his behalf; however, Lysimachus offered a large sum of money to Seleucus to have him killed. Yet, Seleucus, who had always disdained Lysimachus, viewed him as an even greater barbarian and monster for that. Still, he delayed taking action, claiming he was waiting for the support of Antiochus and Stratonice.
Demetrius, who had sustained the first stroke of his misfortune, in time grew so familiar with it, that, by continuance, it became easy. At first he persevered one way or other in taking exercise, in hunting, so far as he had means, and in riding. Little by little, however, after a while, he let himself grow indolent and indisposed for them, and took to dice and drinking, in which he passed most of his time, whether it were to escape the thoughts of his present condition, with which he was haunted when sober, and to drown reflection in drunkenness, or that he acknowledged to himself that this was the real happy life he had long desired and wished for, and had foolishly let himself be seduced away from it by a senseless and vain ambition, which had only brought trouble to himself and others; that highest good which he had thought to obtain by arms and fleets and soldiers, he had now discovered unexpectedly in idleness, leisure, and repose. As, indeed, what other end or period is there of all the wars and dangers which hapless princes run into, whose misery and folly it is, not merely that they make luxury and pleasure, instead of virtue and excellence, the object of their lives, but that they do not so much as know where this luxury and pleasure are to be found?
Demetrius, who initially faced the first blow of his misfortune, eventually became so used to it that it became easier with time. At first, he pushed himself to stay active, engaging in exercise, hunting, as much as his resources allowed, and riding. However, little by little, he became lazy and uninterested, turning to dice and drinking, which consumed most of his time. Whether it was to escape the painful thoughts of his current situation—thoughts that haunted him when sober—or to drown his reflections in alcohol, he came to acknowledge that this was the life of happiness he had always wanted and had foolishly wandered away from due to a senseless ambition that only caused trouble for himself and others. The ultimate happiness he believed he could achieve through war, fleets, and soldiers, he now unexpectedly found in idleness, leisure, and peace. After all, what other purpose is there for all the wars and dangers that unfortunate princes face, whose misery and foolishness lie not only in pursuing luxury and pleasure over virtue and excellence but also in not even knowing where to find this luxury and pleasure?
Having thus continued three years a prisoner in Chersonesus, for want of exercise, and by indulging himself in eating and drinking, he fell into a disease, of which he died at the age of fifty-four. Seleucus was ill-spoken of, and was himself greatly grieved, that he had yielded so far to his suspicions, and had let himself be so much outdone by the barbarian Dromichaetes of Thrace, who had shown so much humanity and such a kingly temper in his treatment of his prisoner Lysimachus.
After being a prisoner in Chersonesus for three years, he became ill and, due to lack of exercise and indulging in food and drink, he died at fifty-four. Seleucus was criticized and deeply troubled that he had given in to his suspicions and allowed himself to be outdone by the barbarian Dromichaetes of Thrace, who had treated his prisoner Lysimachus with kindness and a royal demeanor.
There was something dramatic and theatrical in the very funeral ceremonies with which Demetrius was honored. For his son Antigonus, understanding that his remains were coming over from Syria, went with all his fleet to the islands to meet them. They were there presented to him in a golden urn, which he placed in his largest admiral galley. All the cities where they touched in their passage sent chaplets to adorn the urn, and deputed certain of their citizens to follow in mourning, to assist at the funeral solemnity. When the fleet approached the harbor of Corinth, the urn, covered with purple, and a royal diadem upon it, was visible upon the poop, and a troop of young men attended in arms to receive it at landing Xenophantus, the most famous musician of the day, played on the flute his most solemn measure, to which the rowers, as the ship came in, made loud response, their oars, like the funeral beating of the breast, keeping time with the cadences of the music. But Antigonus, in tears and mourning attire, excited among the spectators gathered on the shore the greatest sorrow and compassion. After crowns and other honors had been offered at Corinth, the remains were conveyed to Demetrias, a city to which Demetrius had given his name, peopled from the inhabitants of the small villages of Iolcus.
There was something dramatic and theatrical about the funeral ceremonies honoring Demetrius. His son Antigonus, knowing that his remains were being brought over from Syria, went with his entire fleet to the islands to meet them. They were presented to him in a golden urn, which he placed in his largest admiral ship. Every city they stopped at along the way sent wreaths to adorn the urn and designated some of their citizens to follow in mourning and participate in the funeral ceremony. As the fleet neared the harbor of Corinth, the urn, covered in purple and topped with a royal diadem, was visible on the ship's stern, with a group of young men in armor gathered to receive it when it landed. Xenophantus, the most renowned musician of the time, played his most solemn tune on the flute, and the rowers responded loudly as the ship came in, their oars moving in time with the music like a funeral beating of the breast. But Antigonus, dressed in mourning and in tears, moved the spectators on the shore to deep sorrow and compassion. After offering crowns and other honors in Corinth, the remains were taken to Demetrias, a city named by Demetrius and populated by people from the nearby small villages of Iolcus.
Demetrius left no other children by his wife Phila but Antigonus and Stratonice, but he had two other sons, both of his own name, one surnamed the Thin, by an Illyrian mother, and one who ruled in Cyrene, by Ptolemais. He had also, by Deidamia, a son, Alexander, who lived and died in Egypt; and there are some who say that he had a son by Eurydice, named Corrhabus. His family was continued in a succession of kings down to Perseus, the last, from whom the Romans took Macedonia.
Demetrius had only two children with his wife Phila: Antigonus and Stratonice. He also had two other sons, both named Demetrius; one was known as the Thin, from an Illyrian mother, and the other ruled in Cyrene, born to Ptolemais. Additionally, he had a son named Alexander with Deidamia, who lived and died in Egypt. Some people claim he had another son named Corrhabus with Eurydice. His lineage continued with a series of kings all the way down to Perseus, the last king, from whom the Romans took Macedonia.
And now, the Macedonian drama being ended, let us prepare to see the Roman.
And now that the Macedonian play is over, let’s get ready to watch the Roman one.
ANTONY
The grandfather of Antony was the famous pleader, whom Marius put to death for having taken part with Sylla. His father was Antony, surnamed of Crete, not very famous or distinguished in public life, but a worthy, good man, and particularly remarkable for his liberality, as may appear from a single example. He was not very rich, and was for that reason checked in the exercise of his good-nature by his wife. A friend that stood in need of money came to borrow of him. Money he had none, but he bade a servant bring him water in a silver basin, with which, when it was brought, he wetted his face, as if he meant to shave; and, sending away the servant upon another errand, gave his friend the basin, desiring him to turn it to his purpose. And when there was, afterwards, a great inquiry for it in the house, and his wife was in a very ill humor, and was going to put the servants one by one to the search, he acknowledged what he had done, and begged her pardon.
Antony's grandfather was a well-known lawyer who was executed by Marius for siding with Sylla. His father, Antony of Crete, wasn't particularly famous or distinguished in public life, but he was a good and generous man, as shown by a single incident. He wasn't very rich, which limited his ability to be generous because of his wife's influence. A friend in need of money came to borrow some from him. He had no cash, but he asked a servant to bring him water in a silver basin. When it arrived, he wet his face as if he intended to shave, then sent the servant away on another errand and gave the basin to his friend, advising him to use it as needed. Later, when there was a big search for it in the house and his wife was in a bad mood, ready to question the servants one by one, he admitted what he had done and asked her for forgiveness.
His wife was Julia, of the family of the Caesars, who, for her discretion and fair behavior, was not inferior to any of her time. Under her, Antony received his education, she being, after the death of his father, remarried to Cornelius Lentulus. who was put to death by Cicero for having been of Catiline’s conspiracy. This, probably, was the first ground and occasion of that mortal grudge that Antony bore Cicero. He says, even, that the body of Lentulus was denied burial, till, by application made to Cicero’s wife, it was granted to Julia. But this seems to be a manifest error, for none of those that suffered in the consulate of Cicero had the right of burial denied them. Antony grew up a very beautiful youth, but, by the worst of misfortunes, he fell into the acquaintance and friendship of Curio, a man abandoned to his pleasures; who, to make Antony’s dependence upon him a matter of greater necessity, plunged him into a life of drinking and dissipation, and led him through a course of such extravagance, that he ran, at that early age, into debt to the amount of two hundred and fifty talents. For this sum, Curio became his surety; on hearing which, the elder Curio, his father, drove Antony out of his house. After this, for some short time, he took part with Clodius, the most insolent and outrageous demagogue of the time, in his course of violence and disorder; but, getting weary, before long, of his madness, and apprehensive of the powerful party forming against him, he left Italy, and traveled into Greece, where he spent his time in military exercises and in the study of eloquence. He took most to what was called the Asiatic taste in speaking, which was then at its height, and was, in many ways, suitable to his ostentatious, vaunting temper, full of empty flourishes and unsteady efforts for glory.
His wife was Julia, from the Caesars' family, who was known for her wisdom and graciousness and was among the best of her time. She educated Antony after his father passed away, marrying Cornelius Lentulus, who was executed by Cicero for being part of Catiline’s conspiracy. This likely set off the deep resentment Antony had for Cicero. Antony even claims that Lentulus's body was denied burial until Cicero’s wife intervened and allowed it to be buried by Julia. However, this seems to be a clear mistake because no one executed during Cicero's consulate had their burial rights denied. Antony grew up to be a striking young man, but unfortunately, he fell into the company of Curio, a man devoted to indulgence. To make Antony more dependent on him, Curio led him into a life of heavy drinking and reckless spending, resulting in Antony accumulating debts of 250 talents at a young age. Curio acted as his guarantor for this debt; upon finding out, Antony's father, the elder Curio, kicked him out of the house. After that, he briefly allied with Clodius, the most arrogant and outrageous demagogue of the time, getting caught up in his violent and chaotic ways; however, he quickly grew tired of this madness and wary of the powerful opposition forming against him. He left Italy and traveled to Greece, where he focused on military training and studying rhetoric. He particularly favored the Asiatic style of speaking, which was popular at the time and suited his showy, boastful nature, full of grand gestures and unstable efforts for fame.
After some stay in Greece, he was invited by Gabinius, who had been consul, to make a campaign with him in Syria, which at first he refused, not being willing to serve in a private character, but, receiving a commission to command the horse, he went along with him. His first service was against Aristobulus, who had prevailed with the Jews to rebel. Here he was himself the first man to scale the largest of the works, and beat Aristobulus out of all of them; after which he routed, in a pitched battle, an army many times over the number of his, killed almost all of them, and took Aristobulus and his son prisoners. This war ended, Gabinius was solicited by Ptolemy to restore him to his kingdom of Egypt, and a promise made of ten thousand talents reward. Most of the officers were against this enterprise, and Gabinius himself did not much like it, though sorely tempted by the ten thousand talents. But Antony, desirous of brave actions, and willing to please Ptolemy, joined in persuading Gabinius to go. And whereas all were of opinion that the most dangerous thing before them was the march to Pelusium, in which they would have to pass over a deep sand, where no fresh water was to be hoped for, along the Ecregma and the Serbonian marsh (which the Egyptians call Typhon’s breathing-hole, and which is, in probability, water left behind by, or making its way through from, the Red Sea, which is here divided from the Mediterranean by a narrow isthmus), Antony, being ordered thither with the horse, not only made himself master of the passes, but won Pelusium itself, a great city, took the garrison prisoners, and, by this means, rendered the march secure to the army, and the way to victory not difficult for the general to pursue. The enemy, also, reaped some benefit of his eagerness for honor. For when Ptolemy, after he had entered Pelusium, in his rage and spite against the Egyptians, designed to put them to the sword, Antony withstood him, and hindered the execution. In all the great and frequent skirmishes and battles, he gave continual proofs of his personal valor and military conduct; and once in particular, by wheeling about and attacking the rear of the enemy, he gave the victory to the assailants in the front, and received for this service signal marks of distinction. Nor was his humanity towards the deceased Archelaus less taken notice of. He had been formerly his guest and acquaintance, and, as he was now compelled, he fought him bravely while alive, but, on his death, sought out his body and buried it with royal honors. The consequence was that he left behind him a great name among the Alexandrians, and all who were serving in the Roman army looked upon him as a most gallant soldier.
After spending some time in Greece, he was invited by Gabinius, a former consul, to join him in a campaign in Syria. He initially declined, not wanting to serve in a minor role, but after receiving a commission to lead the cavalry, he agreed to go with him. His first mission was against Aristobulus, who had convinced the Jews to rebel. He was the first to scale the largest fortifications and drove Aristobulus out of them. After that, he defeated an enemy army that greatly outnumbered his own in a major battle, killing almost all of them and capturing Aristobulus and his son. Once this war was over, Ptolemy urged Gabinius to restore him to his kingdom in Egypt, promising a reward of ten thousand talents. Most of the officers opposed this mission, and Gabinius wasn’t entirely enthusiastic about it either, despite being tempted by the reward. However, Antony, eager for heroic deeds and wanting to impress Ptolemy, encouraged Gabinius to proceed. Although everyone believed that the most dangerous part would be the march to Pelusium, where they would have to cross deep sand without any hope for fresh water, Antony was assigned to lead the cavalry there. He not only secured the routes but also captured Pelusium, a major city, taking the garrison prisoner. This successfully ensured a safe march for the army and made the path to victory easier for the general. The enemy also benefited from his desire for honor. When Ptolemy entered Pelusium and, in his anger against the Egyptians, planned to kill them all, Antony intervened and stopped him from carrying out the massacre. Throughout the numerous skirmishes and battles, Antony consistently showed his bravery and leadership skills. At one point, he cleverly flanked the enemy and attacked their rear, helping the front-line attackers win the battle and earning special recognition for his efforts. His kindness towards the deceased Archelaus was also noted. Though he fought fiercely against him while alive, he had previously been his guest, and after Archelaus died, Antony made it a point to find his body and give it a royal burial. As a result, he left behind a great reputation among the Alexandrians, and all the soldiers in the Roman army regarded him as a highly courageous warrior.
He had also a very good and noble appearance; his beard was well grown, his forehead large, and his nose aquiline, giving him altogether a bold, masculine look, that reminded people of the faces of Hercules in paintings and sculptures. It was, moreover, an ancient tradition, that the Antonys were descended from Hercules, by a son of his called Anton; and this opinion he thought to give credit to, by the similarity of his person just mentioned, and also by the fashion of his dress. For, whenever he had to appear before large numbers, he wore his tunic girt low about the hips, a broadsword on his side, and over all a large, coarse mantle. What might seem to some very insupportable, his vaunting, his raillery, his drinking in public, sitting down by the men as they were taking their food, and eating, as he stood, off the common soldiers’ tables, made him the delight and pleasure of the army. In love affairs, also, he was very agreeable; he gained many friends by the assistance he gave them in theirs, and took other people’s raillery upon his own with good-humor. And his generous ways, his open and lavish hand in gifts and favors to his friends and fellow-soldiers, did a great deal for him in his first advance to power, and, after he had become great, long maintained his fortunes, when a thousand follies were hastening their overthrow. One instance of his liberality I must relate. He had ordered payment to one of his friends of twenty-five myriads of money, or decies, as the Romans call it, and his steward, wondering at the extravagance of the sum, laid all the silver in a heap, as he should pass by. Antony, seeing the heap, asked what it meant; his steward replied, “The money you have ordered to be given to your friend.” So, perceiving the man’s malice, said he, “I thought the decies had been much more; ’t is too little; let it be doubled.” This, however, was at a later time.
He also had a really impressive and noble appearance; his beard was well-groomed, his forehead was large, and his nose was prominent, giving him a bold, masculine look that reminded people of the faces of Hercules in paintings and sculptures. There was, in fact, an old tradition that the Antonys were descended from Hercules through a son named Anton; he believed this was supported by his similar appearance and his style of dress. Whenever he had to face large crowds, he wore his tunic low around his hips, a sword at his side, and a big, coarse cloak over everything. What some might find unbearable—his boasting, teasing, and drinking in public, sitting down with the men as they ate, and eating off the common soldiers’ tables—made him a favorite among the army. In romantic matters, he was also quite charming; he won many friends by helping them with their own affairs and took others' teasing about his own with good humor. His generosity, his open-handedness in giving gifts and favors to friends and fellow soldiers, greatly helped him in his rise to power and, after he became significant, sustained his fortunes even when many foolish actions threatened to bring him down. One example of his generosity must be mentioned. He had ordered a payment of twenty-five myriads of money, or decies, as the Romans called it, to one of his friends, and his steward, surprised by the amount, piled all the silver in a heap as he passed by. Antony, seeing the pile, asked what it was for; the steward replied, “The money you ordered to be given to your friend.” Realizing the steward's ill intent, he said, “I thought the decies was much more; it’s too little; let it be doubled.” This, however, happened at a later time.
When the Roman state finally broke up into two hostile factions, the aristocratical party joining Pompey, who was in the city, and the popular side seeking help from Caesar, who was at the head of an army in Gaul, Curio, the friend of Antony, having changed his party and devoted himself to Caesar, brought over Antony also to his service. And the influence which he gained with the people by his eloquence and by the money which was supplied by Caesar enabled him to make Antony, first, tribune of the people, and then, augur. And Antony’s accession to office was at once of the greatest advantage to Caesar. In the first place, he resisted the consul Marcellus, who was putting under Pompey’s orders the troops who were already collected, and was giving him power to raise new levies; he, on the other hand, making an order that they should be sent into Syria to reinforce Bibulus, who was making war with the Parthians, and that no one should give in his name to serve under Pompey. Next, when the senators would not suffer Caesar’s letters to be received or read in the senate, by virtue of his office he read them publicly, and succeeded so well, that many were brought to change their mind; Caesar’s demands, as they appeared in what he wrote, being but just and reasonable. At length, two questions being put in the senate, the one, whether Pompey should dismiss his army, the other, if Caesar his, some were for the former, for the latter all, except some few, when Antony stood up and put the question, if it would be agreeable to them that both Pompey and Caesar should dismiss their armies. This proposal met with the greatest approval, they gave him loud acclamations, and called for it to be put to the vote. But when the consuls would not have it so, Caesar’s friends again made some new offers, very fair and equitable, but were strongly opposed by Cato, and Antony himself was commanded to leave the senate by the consul Lentulus. So, leaving them with execrations, and disguising himself in a servant’s dress, hiring a carriage with Quintus Cassius, he went straight away to Caesar, declaring at once, when they reached the camp, that affairs at Rome were conducted without any order or justice, that the privilege of speaking in the senate was denied the tribunes, and that he who spoke for common fair dealing was driven out and in danger of his life.
When the Roman state finally split into two opposing factions, the aristocrats rallied around Pompey, who was in the city, while the popular side sought support from Caesar, who led an army in Gaul. Curio, a friend of Antony, switched sides and committed himself to Caesar, bringing Antony along to serve Caesar as well. His eloquence and the funding from Caesar allowed him to make Antony the tribune of the people, and then later, an augur. Antony’s rise to office was a huge benefit for Caesar. First, he stood against the consul Marcellus, who was putting troops under Pompey’s command and giving him authority to raise new forces; Antony, on the other hand, ordered that they be sent to Syria to support Bibulus, who was fighting the Parthians, and that no one should volunteer to serve under Pompey. Next, when the senators refused to let Caesar’s letters be received or read in the senate, Antony, using his official position, read them aloud, and he was so effective that many senators changed their minds; Caesar's requests, as stated in his letters, were fair and reasonable. Eventually, when two questions were raised in the senate—one regarding whether Pompey should disband his army, and the other whether Caesar should disband his—some favored the former, while nearly all favored the latter, except for a few. Then Antony proposed that both Pompey and Caesar dismiss their armies. This idea was met with loud approval, and they cheered for it to be put to a vote. But when the consuls opposed it, Caesar’s supporters made new proposals that were quite fair, but they faced strong resistance from Cato, and the consul Lentulus ordered Antony to leave the senate. So, after leaving amidst curses and disguising himself as a servant, he hired a carriage with Quintus Cassius and went straight to Caesar, announcing that affairs in Rome were being run without order or justice, that the tribunes were being denied the right to speak in the senate, and that anyone who advocated for fairness was being driven out and was in danger of his life.
Upon this, Caesar set his army in motion, and marched into Italy; and for this reason it is that Cicero writes in his Philippics, that Antony was as much the cause of the civil war, as Helen was of the Trojan. But this is but a calumny. For Caesar was not of so slight or weak a temper as to suffer himself to be carried away, by the indignation of the moment, into a civil war with his country, upon the sight of Antony and Cassius seeking refuge in his camp, meanly dressed and in a hired carriage, without ever having thought of it or taken any such resolution long before. This was to him, who wanted a pretense of declaring war, a fair and plausible occasion; but the true motive that led him was the same that formerly led Alexander and Cyrus against all mankind, the unquenchable thirst of empire, and the distracted ambition of being the greatest man in the world, which was impracticable for him, unless Pompey were put down. So soon, then, as he had advanced and occupied Rome, and driven Pompey out of Italy, he purposed first to go against the legions that Pompey had in Spain, and then cross over and follow him with the fleet that should be prepared during his absence, in the meantime leaving the government of Rome to Lepidus, as praetor, and the command of the troops and of Italy to Antony, as tribune of the people. Antony was not long in getting the hearts of the soldiers, joining with them in their exercises, and for the most part living amongst them, and making them presents to the utmost of his abilities; but with all others he was unpopular enough. He was too lazy to pay attention to the complaints of persons who were injured; he listened impatiently to petitions; and he had an ill name for familiarity with other people’s wives. In short, the government of Caesar (which, so far as he was concerned himself, had the appearance of anything rather than a tyranny), got a bad repute through his friends. And of these friends, Antony, as he had the largest trust, and committed the greatest errors, was thought the most deeply in fault.
Upon this, Caesar moved his army and marched into Italy. This is why Cicero writes in his Philippics that Antony was as much to blame for the civil war as Helen was for the Trojan War. But that's just slander. Caesar wasn't weak or fickle enough to let himself be swept into a civil war with his country just because he saw Antony and Cassius seeking refuge in his camp, dressed poorly and in a rented carriage, without having planned it or made any decisions beforehand. For him, who needed an excuse to declare war, this was a convenient and believable opportunity; but the real reason was the same that drove Alexander and Cyrus against the world: an insatiable desire for power and the conflicting ambition of becoming the greatest man alive, which he could only achieve if he took down Pompey. As soon as he reached and took control of Rome, forcing Pompey out of Italy, he planned first to confront the legions that Pompey had in Spain, then to follow him with the fleet that would be prepared while he was gone, leaving the governance of Rome to Lepidus as praetor and the command of the troops and Italy to Antony as tribune of the people. Antony quickly won over the soldiers, joining in their training and mostly living among them, making them gifts to the best of his ability; however, he was quite unpopular with everyone else. He was too lazy to address the complaints of those who were wronged, grew impatient with petitions, and earned a bad reputation for being too familiar with other people’s wives. In short, Caesar's government (which, from his perspective, appeared anything but tyrannical) gained a bad reputation because of his friends. Of these friends, Antony, with the most trust and the biggest mistakes, was seen as the most at fault.
Caesar, however, at his return from Spain, overlooked the charges against him, and had no reason ever to complain, in the employments he gave him in the war, of any want of courage, energy, or military skill. He himself, going aboard at Brundusium, sailed over the Ionian Sea with a few troops, and sent back the vessels with orders to Antony and Gabinius to embark the army, and come over with all speed into Macedonia. Gabinius, having no mind to put to sea in the rough, dangerous weather of the winter season, was for marching the army round by the long land route; but Antony, being more afraid lest Caesar might suffer from the number of his enemies, who pressed him hard, beat back Libo, who was watching with a fleet at the mouth of the haven of Brundusium, by attacking his galleys with a number of small boats, and, gaining thus an opportunity, put on board twenty thousand foot and eight hundred horse, and so set out to sea. And, being espied by the enemy and pursued, from this danger he was rescued by a strong south wind, which sprang up and raised so high a sea, that the enemy’s galleys could make little way. But his own ships were driving before it upon a lee shore of cliffs and rocks running sheer to the water, where there was no hope of escape, when all of a sudden the wind turned about to south-west, and blew from land to the main sea, where Antony, now sailing in security, saw the coast all covered with the wreck of the enemy’s fleet. For hither the galleys in pursuit had been carried by the gale, and not a few of them dashed to pieces. Many men and much property fell into Antony’s hands; he took also the town of Lissus, and, by the seasonable arrival of so large a reinforcement, gave Caesar great encouragement.
Caesar, upon returning from Spain, ignored the accusations against him and had no cause to complain about the bravery, energy, or military skill shown by those he employed in the war. He himself boarded a ship in Brundusium, crossed the Ionian Sea with a small group of troops, and sent the ships back with instructions for Antony and Gabinius to gather the army and come over to Macedonia as quickly as possible. Gabinius, reluctant to set sail in the rough and dangerous winter weather, preferred to march the army by the longer land route. However, Antony, fearing that Caesar might be harmed by his numerous and aggressive enemies, repelled Libo, who was monitoring with a fleet at the Brundusium harbor, by attacking his ships with several small boats. This created an opportunity to board twenty thousand infantry and eight hundred cavalry and set out to sea. When the enemy spotted them and gave chase, a strong south wind arose, creating such high waves that the enemy's galleys struggled to maneuver. Yet, Antony's ships were pushed toward a dangerous shore of cliffs and rocks with no chance of escape, when suddenly the wind shifted to a south-west direction, blowing from land out to the open sea. Now sailing safely, Antony observed the coast littered with the wreckage of the enemy fleet, as the galleys that had been pursuing them were swept away by the storm, with many being wrecked. A significant number of men and valuable resources fell into Antony's hands; he also captured the town of Lissus, and the timely arrival of such a large reinforcement gave Caesar a significant boost.
There was not one of the many engagements that now took place one after another in which he did not signalize himself; twice he stopped the army in its full flight, led them back to a charge, and gained the victory. So that not without reason his reputation, next to Caesar’s, was greatest in the army. And what opinion Caesar himself had of him well appeared when for the final battle in Pharsalia, which was to determine everything, he himself chose to lead the right wing, committing the charge of the left to Antony, as to the best officer of all that served under him. After the battle, Caesar, being created dictator, went in pursuit of Pompey, and sent Antony to Rome, with the character of Master of the Horse, who is in office and power next to the dictator, when present, and in his absence is the first, and pretty nearly indeed the sole magistrate. For on the appointment of a dictator, with the one exception of the tribunes, all other magistrates cease to exercise any authority in Rome.
There wasn't a single battle that took place one after another where he didn't stand out; twice he halted the army during a full retreat, rallied them to charge, and secured victory. It’s no surprise that his reputation, second only to Caesar's, was the highest in the army. Caesar’s opinion of him was clearly shown when he personally chose to lead the right flank in the decisive battle at Pharsalia, giving the left flank to Antony, the best officer he had. After the battle, once Caesar was named dictator, he pursued Pompey and sent Antony to Rome as Master of the Horse, the position next in command to the dictator when he’s there, and the top official in his absence. When a dictator is appointed, all other magistrates, except for the tribunes, lose their authority in Rome.
Dolabella, however, who was tribune, being a young man and eager for change, was now for bringing in a general measure for canceling debts, and wanted Antony, who was his friend, and forward enough to promote any popular project, to take part with him in this step. Asinius and Trebellius were of the contrary opinion, and it so happened, at the same time, Antony was crossed by a terrible suspicion that Dolabella was too familiar with his wife; and in great trouble at this, he parted with her (she being his cousin, and daughter to Caius Antonius, the colleague of Cicero), and, taking part with Asinius, came to open hostilities with Dolabella, who had seized on the forum, intending to pass his law by force. Antony, backed by a vote of the senate that Dolabella should be put down by force of arms, went down and attacked him, killing some of his, and losing some of his own men; and by this action lost his favor with the commonalty, while with the better class and with all well conducted people his general course of life made him, as Cicero says, absolutely odious, utter disgust being excited by his drinking bouts at all hours, his wild expenses, his gross amours, the day spent in sleeping or walking off his debauches, and the night in banquets and at theaters, and in celebrating the nuptials of some comedian or buffoon. It is related that, drinking all night at the wedding of Hippias, the comedian, on the morning, having to harangue the people, he came forward, overcharged as he was, and vomited before them all, one of his friends holding his gown for him. Sergius, the player, was one of the friends who could do most with him; also Cytheris, a woman of the same trade, whom he made much of, and who, when he went his progress, accompanied him in a litter, and had her equipage, not in anything inferior to his mother’s; while every one, moreover, was scandalized at the sight of the golden cups that he took with him, fitter for the ornaments of a procession than the uses of a journey, at his having pavilions set up, and sumptuous morning repasts laid out by river-sides and in groves, at his having chariots drawn by lions, and common women and singing girls quartered upon the houses of serious fathers and mothers of families. And it seemed very unreasonable that Caesar, out of Italy, should lodge in the open field, and, with great fatigue and danger, pursue the remainder of a hazardous war, whilst others, by favor of his authority, should insult the citizens with their impudent luxury.
Dolabella, who was a young tribune eager for change, wanted to propose a significant measure to cancel debts. He aimed to enlist Antony, his friend, who was always ready to support popular initiatives, to join him in this effort. However, Asinius and Trebellius disagreed with him. At the same time, Antony was troubled by a strong suspicion that Dolabella was too close to his wife. Overwhelmed by this worry, he separated from her (she was his cousin and the daughter of Caius Antonius, a colleague of Cicero) and sided with Asinius, openly opposing Dolabella, who had taken control of the forum to push through his law by force. With the senate's backing for military action against Dolabella, Antony went to confront him, resulting in casualties on both sides. This conflict caused Antony to lose favor with the public while making him, as Cicero noted, utterly detestable to respectable citizens. People were disgusted by his all-hours drinking, extravagant lifestyle, lewd affairs, and the way he spent his days either sleeping off his hangovers or attending lavish parties at night, which included banquets and the weddings of entertainers. It was said that after an all-night binge at the wedding of the comedian Hippias, Antony staggered before the crowd the next morning to give a speech and ended up vomiting, with a friend holding his gown for him. Sergius, a performer, was one of his closest companions, as was Cytheris, a woman in the same profession, whom he doted on. When he traveled, she rode in a litter beside him and had her own lavish setup, rivaling his mother’s. Furthermore, people were outraged to see him carrying golden cups that seemed more fitting for a parade than for travel, having luxurious tents set up, elaborate breakfasts prepared by riversides and in groves, chariots pulled by lions, and entertainers and female performers stationed at the homes of serious families. It seemed very unfair that Caesar camped in the field, enduring great hardship and danger in pursuit of a challenging war, while others, thanks to his authority, were flaunting their outrageous luxury to the citizens.
All this appears to have aggravated party quarrels in Rome, and to have encouraged the soldiers in acts of license and rapacity. And, accordingly, when Caesar came home, he acquitted Dolabella, and, being created the third time consul, took, not Antony, but Lepidus, for his colleague. Pompey’s house being offered for sale, Antony bought it, and, when the price was demanded of him, loudly complained. This, he tells us himself, and because he thought his former services had not been recompensed as they deserved, made him not follow Caesar with the army into Libya. However, Caesar, by dealing gently with his errors, seems to have succeeded in curing him of a good deal of his folly and extravagance. He gave up his former courses, and took a wife, Fulvia, the widow of Clodius the demagogue, a woman not born for spinning or housewifery, nor one that could be content with ruling a private husband, but prepared to govern a first magistrate, or give orders to a commander-in-chief. So that Cleopatra had great obligations to her for having taught Antony to be so good a servant, he coming to her hands tame and broken into entire obedience to the commands of a mistress. He used to play all sorts of sportive, boyish tricks, to keep Fulvia in good-humor. As, for example, when Caesar, after his victory in Spain, was on his return, Antony, among the rest, went out to meet him; and, a rumor being spread that Caesar was killed and the enemy marching into Italy, he resumed to Rome, and, disguising himself, came to her by night muffled up as a servant that brought letters from Antony. She, with great impatience, before she received the letter, asks if Antony were well, and instead of an answer he gives her the letter; and, as she was opening it, took her about the neck and kissed her. This little story of many of the same nature, I give as a specimen.
All this seems to have made party disputes in Rome worse and encouraged the soldiers to act recklessly and greedily. So, when Caesar returned home, he cleared Dolabella of charges and, for the third time, became consul, choosing Lepidus as his colleague instead of Antony. When Pompey’s house was put up for sale, Antony bought it, but when the price was asked, he complained loudly. He tells us this himself, and because he believed his past efforts hadn’t been rewarded as they should have been, he didn’t follow Caesar with the army into Libya. However, Caesar's gentle handling of his mistakes seems to have helped Antony overcome a lot of his foolishness and excess. He abandoned his previous lifestyle and married Fulvia, the widow of the demagogue Clodius—a woman not suited for weaving or domestic duties, but one ready to rule over a top official or issue orders to a general. So, Cleopatra had a lot to thank her for, as she taught Antony to be a compliant servant, bringing him to her fully submissive. He would play all kinds of playful, childish tricks to keep Fulvia in a good mood. For instance, when Caesar was returning after his victory in Spain, Antony went out to greet him; when a rumor spread that Caesar had been killed and the enemy was advancing into Italy, he went back to Rome, disguised himself, and approached her at night, pretending to be a servant delivering letters from Antony. She, very impatient, asked if Antony was well before receiving the letter, and instead of answering, he handed her the letter; as she was opening it, he wrapped his arms around her neck and kissed her. I share this little story among many similar ones as an example.
There was nobody of any rank in Rome that did not go some days’ journey to meet Caesar on his return from Spain; but Antony was the best received of any, admitted to ride the whole journey with him in his carriage, while behind came Brutus Albinus, and Octavian, his niece’s son, who afterwards bore his name and reigned so long over the Romans. Caesar being created, the fifth time, consul, without delay chose Antony for his colleague, but, designing himself to give up his own consulate to Dolabella, he acquainted the senate with his resolution. But Antony opposed it with all his might, saying much that was bad against Dolabella, and receiving the like language in return, till Caesar could bear with the indecency no longer, and deferred the matter to another time. Afterwards, when he came before the people to proclaim Dolabella, Antony cried out that the auspices were unfavorable, so that at last Caesar, much to Dolabella’s vexation, yielded and gave it up. And it is credible that Caesar was about as much disgusted with the one as the other. When someone was accusing them both to him, “It is not,” said he, “these well fed, long-haired men that I fear, but the pale and the hungry looking;” meaning Brutus and Cassius, by whose conspiracy he afterwards fell.
There wasn’t anyone of any importance in Rome who didn’t travel several days to greet Caesar on his return from Spain; however, Antony received the warmest welcome of all, getting to ride the entire way with him in his carriage. Following behind were Brutus Albinus and Octavian, who was his niece’s son and later took Caesar’s name, ruling over the Romans for a long time. After being made consul for the fifth time, Caesar quickly chose Antony as his colleague but intended to hand over his consul position to Dolabella, informing the Senate of his decision. However, Antony strongly opposed this, speaking negatively about Dolabella and receiving similar backlash in return, until Caesar could no longer tolerate the rudeness and decided to postpone the issue. Later, when he addressed the public to announce Dolabella, Antony shouted that the omens were bad, which ultimately led Caesar, much to Dolabella’s frustration, to back down. It’s believable that Caesar was equally annoyed with both of them. When someone was accusing both of them in front of him, he said, “It’s not these well-fed, long-haired guys that I fear, but the pale, hungry-looking ones,” referring to Brutus and Cassius, whose conspiracy led to his downfall.
And the fairest pretext for that conspiracy was furnished, without his meaning it, by Antony himself. The Romans were celebrating their festival, called the Lupercalia, when Caesar, in his triumphal habit, and seated above the Rostra in the market-place, was a spectator of the sports. The custom is, that many young noblemen and of the magistracy, anointed with oil and having straps of hide in their hands, run about and strike, in sport, at everyone they meet. Antony was running with the rest; but, omitting the old ceremony, twining a garland of bay round a diadem, he ran up to the Rostra, and, being lifted up by his companions, would have put it upon the head of Caesar, as if by that ceremony he were declared king. Caesar seemingly refused, and drew aside to avoid it, and was applauded by the people with great shouts. Again Antony pressed it, and again he declined its acceptance. And so the dispute between them went on for some time, Antony’s solicitations receiving but little encouragement from the shouts of a few friends, and Caesar’s refusal being accompanied with the general applause of the people; a curious thing enough, that they should submit with patience to the fact, and yet at the same time dread the name as the destruction of their liberty. Caesar, very much discomposed at what had past, got up from his seat, and, laying bare his neck, said, he was ready to receive the stroke, if any one of them desired to give it. The crown was at last put on one of his statues, but was taken down by some of the tribunes, who were followed home by the people with shouts of applause. Caesar, however, resented it, and deposed them.
And the best excuse for that conspiracy was unintentionally provided by Antony himself. The Romans were celebrating their festival called the Lupercalia when Caesar, dressed in his triumphal attire and sitting high above the Rostra in the marketplace, was watching the games. The tradition is that many young nobles and magistrates, oiled up and holding strips of hide, run around and jokingly strike everyone they encounter. Antony joined the runners but skipped the usual ceremony; instead, he wove a bay wreath around a crown and ran up to the Rostra. With the help of his friends, he tried to place it on Caesar's head, as if that ritual were a declaration of him being king. Caesar seemed to refuse and stepped aside to avoid it, winning loud cheers from the crowd. Antony pushed again, and once more, Caesar declined. The back-and-forth continued for a while, with Antony's pleas receiving little support from a few friends, while Caesar's refusals were met with widespread applause. It was quite strange that they accepted this situation, yet simultaneously feared the title as it threatened their freedom. Clearly unsettled by what had occurred, Caesar stood up, bared his neck, and said he was ready to take a strike if anyone wanted to give it. Eventually, a crown was placed on one of his statues, but some tribunes took it down, followed by cheers from the crowd. However, Caesar was angry about it and removed them from their positions.
These passages gave great encouragement to Brutus and Cassius, who, in making choice of trusty friends for such an enterprise, were thinking to engage Antony. The rest approved, except Trebonius, who told them that Antony and he had lodged and traveled together in the last journey they took to meet Caesar, and that he had let fall several words, in a cautious way, on purpose to sound him; that Antony very well understood him, but did not encourage it; however, he had said nothing of it to Caesar, but had kept the secret faithfully. The conspirators then proposed that Antony should die with him, which Brutus would not consent to, insisting that an action undertaken in defense of right and the laws must be maintained unsullied, and pure of injustice. It was settled that Antony, whose bodily strength and high office made him formidable, should, at Caesar’s entrance into the senate, when the deed was to be done, be amused outside by some of the party in a conversation about some pretended business.
These conversations greatly encouraged Brutus and Cassius, who, while choosing trustworthy friends for the mission, planned to involve Antony. Everyone agreed except Trebonius, who mentioned that he and Antony had stayed and traveled together on their last trip to meet Caesar. He had carefully slipped in a few comments to gauge Antony's thoughts; Antony understood what he meant but didn’t show any support. However, he hadn’t mentioned anything to Caesar and had kept the secret well. The conspirators then suggested that Antony should die alongside Caesar, but Brutus refused, insisting that a cause fought for what's right and just must remain untainted and fair. It was decided that Antony, whose physical strength and high position made him a threat, should be kept occupied outside during Caesar's entrance into the senate, where the plan was to take place, with some of the group engaging him in a conversation about some made-up business.
So when all was proceeded with, according to their plan, and Caesar had fallen in the senate-house, Antony, at the first moment, took a servant’s dress, and hid himself. But, understanding that the conspirators had assembled in the Capitol, and had no further design upon anyone, he persuaded them to come down, giving them his son as a hostage. That night Cassius supped at Antony’s house, and Brutus with Lepidus. Antony then convened the senate, and spoke in favor of an act of oblivion, and the appointment of Brutus and Cassius to provinces. These measures the senate passed; and resolved that all Caesar’s acts should remain in force. Thus Antony went out of the senate with the highest possible reputation and esteem; for it was apparent that he had prevented a civil war, and had composed, in the wisest and most statesman-like way, questions of the greatest difficulty and embarrassment. But these temperate counsels were soon swept away by the tide of popular applause, and the prospects, if Brutus were overthrown, of being without doubt the ruler-in-chief. As Caesar’s body was conveying to the tomb, Antony, according to the custom, was making his funeral oration in the market; place, and, perceiving the people to be infinitely affected with what he had said, he began to mingle with his praises language of commiseration, and horror at what had happened, and, as he was ending his speech, he took the under-clothes of the dead, and held them up, showing them stains of blood and the holes of the many stabs, calling those that had done this act villains and bloody murderers. All which excited the people to such indignation, that they would not defer the funeral, but, making a pile of tables and forms in the very market-place, set fire to it; and everyone, taking a brand, ran to the conspirators’ houses, to attack them.
So, after everything went according to their plan, and Caesar had been killed in the senate house, Antony initially disguised himself as a servant and hid. However, realizing that the conspirators had gathered in the Capitol and were no longer planning to harm anyone else, he convinced them to come down, offering them his son as a hostage. That night, Cassius dined at Antony’s house, while Brutus was with Lepidus. Antony then called a meeting of the senate and advocated for a law of forgiveness and the appointment of Brutus and Cassius to govern provinces. The senate approved these actions and decided that all of Caesar’s decrees would remain in effect. As a result, Antony left the senate with the highest respect and admiration because it was clear that he had prevented a civil war and had skillfully resolved extremely challenging issues. However, these moderate approaches were soon overshadowed by public support and the prospect of becoming the top ruler if Brutus was defeated. As Caesar's body was being carried to the tomb, Antony was giving his funeral speech in the marketplace. Noticing how deeply affected the people were by his words, he began to mix his praise with expressions of sorrow and horror for what had happened, and as he concluded his speech, he held up the dead man’s clothing, displaying the blood stains and the numerous stab wounds, calling the perpetrators villains and bloody murderers. This incited such outrage among the crowd that they decided not to postpone the funeral. They formed a pyre with tables and benches right in the marketplace and set it on fire. Then, everyone grabbed a torch and rushed to attack the houses of the conspirators.
Upon this, Brutus and his whole party left the city, and Caesar’s friends joined themselves to Antony. Calpurnia, Caesar’s wife, lodged with him the best part of the property, to the value of four thousand talents; he got also into his hands all Caesar’s papers, wherein were contained journals of all he had done, and draughts of what he designed to do, which Antony made good use of; for by this means he appointed what magistrates he pleased, brought whom he would into the senate, recalled some from exile, freed others out of prison, and all this as ordered so by Caesar. The Romans, in mockery, gave those who were thus benefited the name of Charonites, since, if put to prove their patents, they must have recourse to the papers of the dead. In short, Antony’s behavior in Rome was very absolute, he himself being consul, and his two brothers in great place; Caius, the one, being praetor, and Lucius, the other, tribune of the people.
After this, Brutus and his entire group left the city, and Caesar’s supporters allied with Antony. Calpurnia, Caesar’s wife, left him most of the estate, valued at four thousand talents; he also took possession of all of Caesar’s documents, which included records of everything he had done and drafts of his future plans, which Antony made great use of; because of this, he appointed whatever magistrates he wanted, brought in whoever he pleased to the senate, recalled some from exile, and freed others from prison, all done as though ordered by Caesar. The Romans mockingly referred to those who benefited in this way as Charonites, since, if they needed to prove their claims, they had to rely on the papers of the dead. In short, Antony’s conduct in Rome was very authoritative; he was consul himself, and his two brothers held high positions—Caius serving as praetor and Lucius as tribune of the people.
While matters went thus in Rome, the young Caesar, Caesar’s niece’s son, and by testament left his heir, arrived at Rome from Apollonia, where he was when his uncle was killed. The first thing he did was to visit Antony, as his father’s friend. He spoke to him concerning the money that was in his hands, and reminded him of the legacy Caesar had made of seventy-five drachmas to every Roman citizen. Antony, at first, laughing at such discourse from so young a man, told him he wished he were in his health, and that he wanted good counsel and good friends, to tell him the burden of being executor to Caesar would sit very uneasily upon his young shoulders. This was no answer to him; and, when he persisted in demanding the property, Antony went on treating him injuriously both in word and deed, opposed him when he stood for the tribune’s office, and, when he was taking steps for the dedication of his father’s golden chair, as had been enacted, he threatened to send him to prison if he did not give over soliciting the people. This made the young Caesar apply himself to Cicero, and all those that hated Antony; by them he was recommended to the senate, while he himself courted the people, and drew together the soldiers from their settlements, till Antony got alarmed, and gave him a meeting in the Capitol, where, after some words, they came to an accommodation.
While things were going on like this in Rome, the young Caesar, the son of Caesar’s niece and his designated heir, arrived in Rome from Apollonia, where he had been when his uncle was killed. The first thing he did was visit Antony, a friend of his father. He talked to him about the money in his possession and reminded him of the legacy Caesar left of seventy-five drachmas to each Roman citizen. Antony, initially amused by the comments from such a young man, told him he wished him good health and that he needed good advice and supportive friends, as the responsibility of being Caesar’s executor would be a heavy burden for someone his age. This didn’t satisfy him, and when he continued to demand the property, Antony treated him disrespectfully in both words and actions, opposed him when he ran for the position of tribune, and when he began taking steps to dedicate his father’s golden chair, as had been arranged, threatened to imprison him if he didn’t stop campaigning for the people’s support. This pushed the young Caesar to ally with Cicero and others who disliked Antony; they recommended him to the senate while he engaged the public and gathered soldiers from their posts, until Antony grew concerned and arranged a meeting with him in the Capitol, where after some discussion, they reached an agreement.
That night Antony had a very unlucky dream, fancying that his right hand was thunderstruck. And, some few days after, he was informed that Caesar was plotting to take his life. Caesar explained, but was not believed, so that the breach was now made as wide as ever; each of them hurried about all through Italy to engage, by great offers, the old soldiers that lay scattered in their settlements, and to be the first to secure the troops that still remained undischarged. Cicero was at this time the man of greatest influence in Rome. He made use of all his art to exasperate people against Antony, and at length persuaded the senate to declare him a public enemy, to send Caesar the rods and axes and other marks of honor usually given to praetors, and to issue orders to Hirtius and Pansa, who were the consuls, to drive Antony out of Italy. The armies engaged near Modena, and Caesar himself was present and took part in the battle. Antony was defeated, but both the consuls were slain. Antony, in his flight, was overtaken by distresses of every kind, and the worst of all of them was famine. But it was his character in calamities to be better than at any other time. Antony, in misfortune, was most nearly a virtuous man. It is common enough for people, when they fall into great disasters, to discern what is right, and what they ought to do; but there are but few who in such extremities have the strength to obey their judgment, either in doing what it approves or avoiding what it condemns; and a good many are so weak as to give way to their habits all the more, and are incapable of using their minds. Antony, on this occasion, was a most wonderful example to his soldiers. He, who had just quitted so much luxury and sumptuous living, made no difficulty now of drinking foul water and feeding on wild fruits and roots. Nay, it is related they ate the very bark of trees, and, in passing over the Alps, lived upon creatures that no one before had ever been willing to touch.
That night, Antony had a really bad dream, imagining that his right hand was struck by lightning. A few days later, he learned that Caesar was plotting to kill him. Caesar explained himself but wasn’t believed, creating a wider rift between them. They both rushed around Italy trying to recruit old soldiers scattered in their homes, racing to secure the remaining troops who hadn’t been discharged. At that time, Cicero was the most influential person in Rome. He used all his skills to turn people against Antony and eventually convinced the senate to declare Antony a public enemy. They sent Caesar the rods and axes and other symbols of honor usually given to praetors, and ordered the consuls, Hirtius and Pansa, to drive Antony out of Italy. The armies clashed near Modena, with Caesar personally present and participating in the battle. Antony was defeated, but both consuls were killed. During his escape, Antony faced all kinds of hardships, with famine being the worst. Yet, in times of crisis, he showed a character that was often better than at other times. In misfortune, Antony appeared to be almost virtuous. It's common for people to recognize what’s right and what they should do when faced with great disasters, but few have the strength to follow through on their judgment, whether it’s doing what they know is right or avoiding what they know is wrong. Many people are so weak that they fall back into their bad habits and can’t think clearly. In this situation, Antony set an incredible example for his soldiers. Having just left a life of luxury, he had no problem drinking dirty water and eating wild fruits and roots. In fact, it's said they even ate tree bark and, while crossing the Alps, survived on animals that no one had ever been willing to eat before.
The design was to join the army on the other side the Alps, commanded by Lepidus, who he imagined would stand his friend, he having done him many good offices with Caesar. On coming up and encamping near at hand, finding he had no sort of encouragement offered him, he resolved to push his fortune and venture all. His hair was long and disordered, nor had he shaved his beard since his defeat; in this guise, and with a dark colored cloak flung over him, he came into the trenches of Lepidus, and began to address the army. Some were moved at his habit, others at his words, so that Lepidus, not liking it, ordered the trumpets to sound, that he might be heard no longer. This raised in the soldiers yet a greater pity, so that they resolved to confer secretly with him, and dressed Laelius and Clodius in women’s clothes, and sent them to see him. They advised him without delay to attack Lepidus’s trenches, assuring him that a strong party would receive him, and, if he wished it, would kill Lepidus. Antony, however, had no wish for this, but next morning marched his army to pass over the river that parted the two camps. He was himself the first man that stepped in, and, as he went through towards the other bank, he saw Lepidus’s soldiers in great numbers reaching out their hands to help him, and beating down the works to make him way. Being entered into the camp, and finding himself absolute master, he nevertheless treated Lepidus with the greatest civility, and gave him the title of Father, when he spoke to him, and, though he had everything at his own command, he left him the honor of being called the general. This fair usage brought over to him Munatius Plancus, who was not far off with a considerable force. Thus in great strength he repassed the Alps, leading with him into Italy seventeen legions and ten thousand horse, besides six legions which he left in garrison under the command of Varius, one of his familiar friends and boon companions, whom they used to call by the nickname of Cotylon.
The plan was to join the army on the other side of the Alps, led by Lepidus, who he thought would support him since he had done a lot of favors for Caesar. When he arrived and set up camp nearby, realizing he was getting no encouragement, he decided to risk everything. His hair was long and messy, and he hadn't shaved since his defeat; in this state, with a dark cloak draped over him, he approached Lepidus's camp and started to address the soldiers. Some were moved by his appearance, others by his words, so Lepidus, unhappy with the situation, ordered the trumpets to sound to drown him out. This only stirred more sympathy among the soldiers, who decided to meet with him in secret, dressing Laelius and Clodius in women's clothes to go see him. They advised him to quickly attack Lepidus's camp, assuring him that a strong group would support him, and if he wanted, they would kill Lepidus. However, Antony didn't want that; the next morning, he marched his army to cross the river that separated the two camps. He was the first to step in, and as he crossed to the other side, he saw Lepidus’s soldiers reaching out to help him and clearing a path. Once in the camp, finding himself in complete control, he still treated Lepidus with great respect, calling him "Father" during their conversations and, even though he was in charge, he allowed Lepidus to keep the title of general. This respectful treatment won over Munatius Plancus, who was nearby with a significant force. Thus, in great strength, he crossed the Alps again, bringing with him into Italy seventeen legions and ten thousand cavalry, plus six legions that he left stationed under the command of Varius, a close friend and companion, who they nicknamed Cotylon.
Caesar, perceiving that Cicero’s wishes were for liberty, had ceased to pay any further regard to him, and was now employing the mediation of his friends to come to a good understanding with Antony. They both met together with Lepidus in a small island, where the conference lasted three days. The empire was soon determined of, it being divided amongst them as if it had been their paternal inheritance. That which gave them all the trouble was to agree who should be put to death, each of them desiring to destroy his enemies and to save his friends. But, in the end, animosity to those they hated carried the day against respect for relations and affection for friends; and Caesar sacrificed Cicero to Antony, Antony gave up his uncle Lucius Caesar, and Lepidus received permission to murder his brother Paulus, or, as others say, yielded his brother to them. I do not believe anything ever took place more truly savage or barbarous than this composition, for, in this exchange of blood for blood, they were equally guilty of the lives they surrendered and of those they took; or, indeed, more guilty in the case of their friends, for whose deaths they had not even the justification of hatred. To complete the reconciliation, the soldiery, coming about them, demanded that confirmation should be given to it by some alliance of marriage; Caesar should marry Clodia, the daughter of Fulvia, wife to Antony. This also being agreed to, three hundred persons were put to death by proscription. Antony gave orders to those that were to kill Cicero, to cut off his head and right hand, with which he had written his invectives against him; and, when they were brought before him, he regarded them joyfully, actually bursting out more than once into laughter, and when he had satiated himself with the sight of them, ordered them to be hung up above the speaker’s place in the forum, thinking thus to insult the dead, while in fact he only exposed his own wanton arrogance, and his unworthiness to hold the power that fortune had given him. His uncle Lucius Caesar, being closely pursued, took refuge with his sister, who, when the murderers had broken into her house and were pressing into her chamber, met them at the door, and, spreading out her hands, cried out several times, “You shall not kill Lucius Caesar till you first dispatch me, who gave your general his birth;” and in this manner she succeeded in getting her brother out of the way, and saving his life.
Caesar, noticing that Cicero wanted freedom, stopped paying attention to him and started using his friends to reach an agreement with Antony. They all met with Lepidus on a small island, where the discussion lasted for three days. They quickly decided how to divide the empire among themselves as if it were a family inheritance. The main issue was figuring out who should be killed, as each wanted to eliminate their enemies while sparing their friends. In the end, their hatred for their foes won out over loyalty to family and friendship; Caesar sacrificed Cicero for Antony, Antony let go of his uncle Lucius Caesar, and Lepidus was allowed to kill his brother Paulus, or as some say, handed his brother over to them. I don't think anything could be more brutal or savage than this arrangement, since in this exchange of blood for blood, they were equally guilty for the lives they surrendered and the ones they took; in fact, they were more culpable with regards to their friends, whose deaths they couldn't even justify through hatred. To finalize the reconciliation, the soldiers surrounding them demanded that they confirm it with a marriage alliance; Caesar was to marry Clodia, the daughter of Fulvia, Antony's wife. Once this was agreed upon, three hundred people were killed by proscription. Antony ordered those tasked with killing Cicero to cut off his head and right hand, the hand he used to write his attacks against him; and when they were brought to him, he looked at them with delight, laughing several times. After satisfying himself with the sight, he commanded that they be hung up above the speaker’s platform in the forum, thinking this would insult the dead, while in reality, he only revealed his own reckless arrogance and unfitness for the power fortune had given him. His uncle Lucius Caesar, being closely pursued, sought refuge with his sister, who, when the assassins broke into her house and pressed into her room, met them at the door and, extending her arms, shouted multiple times, "You shall not kill Lucius Caesar until you first get through me, who gave birth to your general;" and in this way, she successfully protected her brother and saved his life.
This triumvirate was very hateful to the Romans, and Antony most of all bore the blame, because he was older than Caesar, and had greater authority than Lepidus, and withal he was no sooner settled in his affairs, but he returned to his luxurious and dissolute way of living. Besides the ill reputation he gained by his general behavior, it was some considerable disadvantage to him his living in the house of Pompey the Great, who had been as much admired for his temperance and his sober, citizen-like habits of life, as ever he was for having triumphed three times. They could not without anger see the doors of that house shut against magistrates, officers, and envoys, who were shamefully refused admittance, while it was filled inside with players, jugglers, and drunken flatterers, upon whom were spent the greatest part of the wealth which violence and cruelty procured. For they did not limit themselves to the forfeiture of the estates of such as were proscribed, defrauding the widows and families, nor were they contented with laying on every possible kind of tax and imposition; but, hearing that several sums of money were, as well by strangers as citizens of Rome, deposited in the hands of the vestal virgins, they went and took the money away by force. When it was manifest that nothing would ever be enough for Antony, Caesar at last called for a division of property. The army was also divided between them, upon their march into Macedonia to make war with Brutus and Cassius, Lepidus being left with the command of the city.
This trio was highly disliked by the Romans, and Antony took the most blame because he was older than Caesar and had more authority than Lepidus. As soon as he settled his affairs, he returned to his extravagant and reckless lifestyle. Besides the bad reputation he earned through his behavior, living in Pompey the Great's house was a significant disadvantage for him. Pompey had been admired for his self-control and respectable, citizen-like way of life, just as much as for his three triumphs. The Romans couldn't help but feel anger seeing magistrates, officials, and envoys turned away from that house, which was instead filled with actors, tricksters, and drunken sycophants. These people consumed a large part of the wealth obtained through violence and cruelty. They not only confiscated the properties of those who were proscribed, robbing widows and families, but also piled on every possible tax and burden. Additionally, hearing that various sums of money were held by the vestal virgins, both from strangers and Roman citizens, they forcibly took the money away. When it became clear that nothing would ever satisfy Antony, Caesar eventually demanded a division of property. The army was also split between them as they marched into Macedonia to fight Brutus and Cassius, while Lepidus was left in charge of the city.
However, after they had crossed the sea and engaged in operations of war, encamping in front of the enemy, Antony opposite Cassius, and Caesar opposite Brutus, Caesar did nothing worth relating, and all the success and victory were Antony’s. In the first battle, Caesar was completely routed by Brutus, his camp taken, he himself very narrowly escaping by flight. As he himself writes in his Memoirs, he retired before the battle, on account of a dream which one of his friends had. But Antony, on the other hand, defeated Cassius; though some have written that he was not actually present in the engagement, and only joined afterwards in the pursuit. Cassius was killed, at his own entreaty and order, by one of his most trusted freedmen, Pindarus, not being aware of Brutus’s victory. After a few days’ interval, they fought another battle, in which Brutus lost the day, and slew himself; and Caesar being sick, Antony had almost all the honor of the victory. Standing over Brutus’s dead body, he uttered a few words of reproach upon him for the death of his brother Caius, who had been executed by Brutus’s order in Macedonia in revenge of Cicero; but, saying presently that Hortensius was most to blame for it, he gave order for his being slain upon his brother’s tomb, and, throwing his own scarlet mantle, which was of great value, upon the body of Brutus, he gave charge to one of his own freedmen to take care of his funeral. This man, as Antony came to understand, did not leave the mantle with the corpse, but kept both it and a good part of the money that should have been spent in the funeral for himself; for which he had him put to death.
However, after crossing the sea and engaging in warfare, camping in front of the enemy, Antony faced Cassius, and Caesar faced Brutus. Caesar didn’t do anything notable, and all the success and victory were Antony’s. In the first battle, Brutus completely defeated Caesar, capturing his camp while Caesar barely escaped by fleeing. As he notes in his Memoirs, he backed out before the battle due to a dream one of his friends had. On the other hand, Antony defeated Cassius; although some say he wasn’t actually present during the fight and only joined in the pursuit afterward. Cassius was killed, as he requested, by one of his trusted freedmen, Pindarus, who was unaware of Brutus’s victory. After a few days, they fought another battle, in which Brutus lost and ended up taking his own life; while Caesar was ill, Antony earned almost all the honor of the victory. Standing over Brutus’s dead body, he expressed some reproach for Brutus’s role in the death of his brother Caius, who had been executed on Brutus’s orders in Macedonia as revenge for Cicero; but, soon after, saying that Hortensius was mainly to blame for it, he ordered Hortensius to be killed at his brother’s tomb. Throwing his own valuable scarlet cloak over Brutus’s body, he instructed one of his freedmen to take care of the funeral. This man, as Antony later found out, did not leave the cloak with the corpse but kept both it and a good part of the money meant for the funeral for himself; for this, he was executed.
But Caesar was conveyed to Rome, no one expecting that he would long survive. Antony, proposing to go to the eastern provinces to lay them under contribution, entered Greece with a large force. The promise had been made that every common soldier should receive for his pay five thousand drachmas; so it was likely there would be need of pretty severe taxing and levying to raise money. However, to the Greeks he showed at first reason and moderation enough; he gratified his love of amusement by hearing the learned men dispute, by seeing the games, and undergoing initiation; and in judicial matters he was equitable, taking pleasure in being styled a lover of Greece, but, above all, in being called a lover of Athens, to which city he made very considerable presents. The people of Megara wished to let him know that they also had something to show him, and invited him to come and see their senate-house. So he went and examined it, and on their asking him how he liked it, told them it was “not very large, but extremely ruinous.” At the same time, he had a survey made of the temple of the Pythian Apollo, as if he had designed to repair it, and indeed he had declared to the senate his intention so to do.
But Caesar was brought to Rome, with everyone expecting that he wouldn't last long. Antony, planning to head to the eastern provinces to tax them, entered Greece with a large army. It was promised that every ordinary soldier would get paid five thousand drachmas, so it seemed there would need to be some pretty harsh taxing and levying to gather the funds. However, he initially showed the Greeks enough reason and moderation; he satisfied his love for entertainment by listening to scholars debate, watching the games, and undergoing initiation rituals; and in legal matters, he was fair, enjoying being called a lover of Greece, but above all, relishing the title of a lover of Athens, to which he gave considerable donations. The people of Megara wanted to show him something as well, so they invited him to see their senate-house. He went and inspected it, and when they asked him how he liked it, he told them it was “not very large, but extremely ruinous.” At the same time, he had an assessment made of the temple of the Pythian Apollo, as if he intended to restore it, and he had indeed expressed to the senate his plan to do so.
However, leaving Lucius Censorinus in Greece, he crossed over into Asia, and there laid his hands on the stores of accumulated wealth, while kings waited at his door, and queens were rivaling one another, who should make him the greatest presents or appear most charming in his eyes. Thus, whilst Caesar in Rome was wearing out his strength amidst seditions and wars, Antony, with nothing to do amidst the enjoyments of peace, let his passions carry him easily back to the old course of life that was familiar to him. A set of harpers and pipers, Anaxenor and Xuthus, the dancing-man Metrodorus, and a whole Bacchic rout of the like Asiatic exhibitors, far outdoing in license and buffoonery the pests that had followed out of Italy, came in and possessed the court; the thing was past patience, wealth of all kinds being wasted on objects like these. The whole of Asia was like the city in Sophocles, loaded, at one time,
However, leaving Lucius Censorinus in Greece, he crossed over into Asia, where he tapped into a wealth of resources, as kings waited at his door and queens competed to offer him the most extravagant gifts or to charm him the most. Thus, while Caesar in Rome was exhausting himself amidst conflicts and wars, Antony, with nothing to occupy him in the peace, allowed his desires to easily lead him back to his former way of life. A group of harpers and pipers, Anaxenor and Xuthus, the dancer Metrodorus, and a whole entourage of wild Asian performers, far exceeding in excess and foolishness those who had come from Italy, took over the court; it was unbearable, as wealth of all kinds was wasted on such frivolities. All of Asia was like the city in Sophocles, burdened, at one time,
with incense in the air,
Jubilant songs, and outcries of despair.
with incense in the air,
Joyful songs, and cries of despair.
When he made his entry into Ephesus, the women met him dressed up like Bacchantes, and the men and boys like Satyrs and Fauns, and throughout the town nothing was to be seen but spears wreathed about with ivy, harps, flutes, and psaltries, while Antony in their songs was Bacchus the Giver of Joy and the Gentle. And so indeed he was to some, but to far more the Devourer and the Savage; for he would deprive persons of worth and quality of their fortunes to gratify villains and flatterers, who would sometimes beg the estates of men yet living, pretending they were dead, and, obtaining a grant, take possession. He gave his cook the house of a Magnesian citizen, as a reward for a single highly successful supper, and, at last, when he was proceeding to lay a second whole tribute on Asia, Hybreas, speaking on behalf of the cities, took courage, and told him broadly, but aptly enough for Antony’s taste, “If you can take two yearly tributes, you can doubtless give us a couple of summers, and a double harvest time;” and put it to him in the plainest and boldest way, that Asia had raised two hundred thousand talents for his service: “If this has not been paid to you, ask your collectors for it; if it has, and is all gone, we are ruined men.” These words touched Antony to the quick, who was simply ignorant of most things that were done in his name; not that he was so indolent, as he was prone to trust frankly in all about him. For there was much simplicity in his character; he was slow to see his faults, but, when he did see them, was extremely repentant, and ready to ask pardon of those he had injured; prodigal in his acts of reparation, and severe in his punishments, but his generosity was much more extravagant than his severity; his raillery was sharp and insulting, but the edge of it was taken off by his readiness to submit to any kind of repartee; for he was as well contented to be rallied, as he was pleased to rally others. And this freedom of speech was, indeed, the cause of many of his disasters. He never imagined that those who used so much liberty in their mirth would flatter or deceive him in business of consequence, not knowing how common it is with parasites to mix their flattery with boldness, as confectioners do their sweetmeats with something biting, to prevent the sense of satiety. Their freedoms and impertinences at table were designed expressly to give to their obsequiousness in council the air of being not complaisance, but conviction.
When he arrived in Ephesus, the women greeted him dressed as Bacchantes, and the men and boys as Satyrs and Fauns, and all over the town, there were spears wrapped in ivy, harps, flutes, and psalteries. In their songs, Antony was celebrated as Bacchus, the Giver of Joy and the Gentle. And for some, he truly was that, but for many others, he was the Devourer and the Savage; he would strip worthy people of their wealth to satisfy lowlifes and flatterers, who would sometimes claim the estates of living men, pretending they were dead, and, once granted, seize them. He even gave his cook the house of a Magnesian citizen as a reward for one particularly excellent dinner. Eventually, when he was about to impose a second tax on Asia, Hybreas, speaking for the cities, found the courage to say something bold, which appealed to Antony: “If you can collect two tributes each year, surely you can give us a couple of summers and a double harvest;” he straight-up told him that Asia had raised two hundred thousand talents for his service: “If you haven’t received this, ask your tax collectors; if you have, and it’s all gone, we are ruined.” These words struck Antony deeply, as he was mostly unaware of what was happening in his name; it wasn't that he was lazy, but he tended to trust everyone around him. There was a lot of naivety in his character; he was slow to recognize his mistakes, but when he did, he was very remorseful and eager to seek forgiveness from those he had wronged. He was generous in making amends and harsh in punishing, but his generosity far exceeded his severity; his teasing could be sharp and insulting, but he was always ready to take any kind of comeback; he enjoyed being teased as much as he enjoyed teasing others. This openness in conversation actually caused many of his problems. He never thought that those who joked freely with him would flatter or deceive him in serious matters, not realizing how common it is for sycophants to mix flattery with boldness, just like confectioners blend sweet treats with something sour to avoid overwhelming the senses. Their casualness and rudeness at the table were meant to make their submissiveness in important discussions seem like genuine conviction rather than mere flattery.
Such being his temper, the last and crowning mischief that could befall him came in the love of Cleopatra, to awaken and kindle to fury passions that as yet lay still and dormant in his nature, and to stifle and finally corrupt any elements that yet made resistance in him, of goodness and a sound judgment. He fell into the snare thus. When making preparation for the Parthian war, he sent to command her to make her personal appearance in Cilicia, to answer an accusation, that she had given great assistance, in the late wars, to Cassius. Dellius, who was sent on this message, had no sooner seen her face, and remarked her adroitness and subtlety in speech, but he felt convinced that Antony would not so much as think of giving any molestation to a woman like this; on the contrary, she would be the first in favor with him. So he set himself at once to pay his court to the Egyptian, and gave her his advice, “to go,” in the Homeric style, to Cilicia, “in her best attire,” and bade her fear nothing from Antony, the gentlest and kindest of soldiers. She had some faith in the words of Dellius, but more in her own attractions, which, having formerly recommended her to Caesar and the young Cnaeus Pompey, she did not doubt might prove yet more successful with Antony. Their acquaintance was with her when a girl, young, and ignorant of the world, but she was to meet Antony in the time of life when women’s beauty is most splendid, and their intellects are in full maturity. She made great preparation for her journey, of money, gifts, and ornaments of value, such as so wealthy a kingdom might afford, but she brought with her her surest hopes in her own magic arts and charms.
With this temperament, the final and ultimate disaster that could happen to him came in the form of Cleopatra's love, awakening and igniting fierce passions that had previously lain still and dormant within him, stifling and ultimately corrupting any remaining parts of goodness and sound judgment. He fell into this trap. While preparing for the Parthian war, he sent a message for her to personally appear in Cilicia to address an accusation that she had greatly aided Cassius in the recent wars. Dellius, who was sent with this message, was immediately struck by her beauty and her cleverness in conversation, and he became convinced that Antony would never even think of bothering a woman like her; instead, she would quickly gain his favor. So, he set out to woo the Egyptian and advised her, in a classic manner, to go to Cilicia "in her best attire," encouraging her to fear nothing from Antony, the gentlest and kindest of soldiers. She had some confidence in Dellius's words, but even more in her own allure, which had previously won over Caesar and the young Cnaeus Pompey. She had once known them as a girl, young and naive, but she would meet Antony at a time when women's beauty is most striking and their intelligence is fully developed. She made grand preparations for her journey, gathering money, gifts, and valuable ornaments that a wealthy kingdom could provide, but she brought along her strongest hopes in her own magical skills and charms.
She received several letters, both from Antony and from his friends, to summon her, but she took no account of these orders; and at last, as if in mockery of them, she came sailing up the river Cydnus, in a barge with gilded stern and outspread sails of purple, while oars of silver beat time to the music of flutes and fifes and harps. She herself lay all along, under a canopy of cloth of gold, dressed as Venus in a picture, and beautiful young boys, like painted Cupids, stood on each side to fan her. Her maids were dressed like Sea Nymphs and Graces, some steering at the rudder, some working at the ropes. The perfumes diffused themselves from the vessel to the shore, which was covered with multitudes, part following the galley up the river on either bank, part running out of the city to see the sight. The market-place was quite emptied, and Antony at last was left alone sitting upon the tribunal; while the word went through all the multitude, that Venus was come to feast with Bacchus, for the common good of Asia. On her arrival, Antony sent to invite her to supper. She thought it fitter he should come to her; so, willing to show his good-humor and courtesy, he complied, and went. He found the preparations to receive him magnificent beyond expression, but nothing so admirable as the great number of lights; for on a sudden there was let down altogether so great a number of branches with lights in them so ingeniously disposed, some in squares, and some in circles, that the whole thing was a spectacle that has seldom been equaled for beauty.
She received several letters, both from Antony and his friends, asking her to come, but she ignored their requests. Eventually, almost as if to mock them, she arrived sailing up the river Cydnus in a barge with a gilded stern and purple sails unfurled, while silver oars kept pace with the music of flutes, fifes, and harps. She reclined beneath a canopy of gold fabric, dressed like Venus in a painting, and beautiful young boys, resembling painted Cupids, fanned her on either side. Her maidens were dressed as Sea Nymphs and Graces, some steering the rudder, some managing the ropes. The scents wafted from the vessel to the shore, which was filled with crowds—some following the galley along the riverbanks, others rushing out of the city to witness the spectacle. The marketplace was completely deserted, and Antony was left sitting alone on the tribunal; word spread through the crowd that Venus had come to dine with Bacchus for the common good of Asia. Upon her arrival, Antony sent her an invitation for supper. She felt it was more appropriate for him to come to her, so eager to show his good nature and courtesy, he agreed and went. He found the preparations to welcome him absolutely magnificent, but nothing was as stunning as the incredible number of lights; suddenly, an astonishing array of branches with lights was lowered down, arranged so artfully in squares and circles that the whole scene was a spectacle rarely equaled in beauty.
The next day, Antony invited her to supper, and was very desirous to outdo her as well in magnificence as contrivance; but he found he was altogether beaten in both, and was so well convinced of it, that he was himself the first to jest and mock at his poverty of wit, and his rustic awkwardness. She, perceiving that his raillery was broad and gross, and savored more of the soldier than the courtier, rejoined in the same taste, and fell into it at once, without any sort of reluctance or reserve. For her actual beauty, it is said, was not in itself so remarkable that none could be compared with her, or that no one could see her without being struck by it, but the contact of her presence, if you lived with her, was irresistible; the attraction of her person, joining with the charm of her conversation, and the character that attended all she said or did, was something bewitching. It was a pleasure merely to hear the sound of her voice, with which, like an instrument of many strings, she could pass from one language to another; so that there were few of the barbarian nations that she answered by an interpreter; to most of them she spoke herself, as to the Ethiopians, Troglodytes, Hebrews, Arabians, Syrians, Medes, Parthians, and many others, whose language she had learnt; which was all the more surprising, because most of the kings her predecessors scarcely gave themselves the trouble to acquire the Egyptian tongue, and several of them quite abandoned the Macedonian.
The next day, Antony invited her to dinner and was eager to outshine her in both extravagance and cleverness. However, he quickly realized he was completely outmatched in both areas. So certain of this was he that he was the first to joke about his lack of wit and his clumsy demeanor. She, noticing that his teasing was broad and crude, and more reminiscent of a soldier than a courtier, responded in kind, diving into the banter without any hesitation or reserve. As for her true beauty, it’s said it wasn’t so extraordinary that no one could compare to her, nor was it so striking that anyone would be left speechless upon seeing her. But the magnetism of her presence was irresistible if you spent time with her. The allure of her physical appearance, combined with the charm of her conversation and the charisma that accompanied everything she said or did, was enchanting. Just hearing the sound of her voice was a delight; she could switch between languages like a multi-stringed instrument. This meant that few of the barbarian nations required an interpreter to communicate with her; she spoke directly to most of them, including the Ethiopians, Troglodytes, Hebrews, Arabians, Syrians, Medes, Parthians, and many others, whose languages she had mastered. This was particularly impressive considering that most of her royal predecessors hardly bothered to learn the Egyptian language, and some had abandoned the Macedonian altogether.
Antony was so captivated by her, that, while Fulvia his wife maintained his quarrels in Rome against Caesar by actual force of arms, and the Parthian troops, commanded by Labienus (the king’s generals having made him commander-in-chief), were assembled in Mesopotamia, and ready to enter Syria, he could yet suffer himself to be carried away by her to Alexandria, there to keep holiday, like a boy, in play and diversion, squandering and fooling away in enjoyments that most costly, as Antiphon says, of all valuables, time. They had a sort of company, to which they gave a particular name, calling it that of the Inimitable Livers. The members entertained one another daily in turn, with an extravagance of expenditure beyond measure or belief. Philotas, a physician of Amphissa, who was at that time a student of medicine in Alexandria, used to tell my grandfather Lamprias, that, having some acquaintance with one of the royal cooks, he was invited by him, being a young man, to come and see the sumptuous preparations for supper. So he was taken into the kitchen, where he admired the prodigious variety of all things; but particularly, seeing eight wild boars roasting whole, says he, “Surely you have a great number of guests.” The cook laughed at his simplicity, and told him there were not above twelve to sup, but that every dish was to be served up just roasted to a turn, and if anything was but one minute ill-timed, it was spoiled; “And,” said he, “maybe Antony will sup just now, maybe not this hour, maybe he will call for wine, or begin to talk, and will put it off. So that,” he continued, “it is not one, but many suppers must be had in readiness, as it is impossible to guess at his hour.” This was Philotas’s story; who related besides, that he afterwards came to be one of the medical attendants of Antony’s eldest son by Fulvia, and used to be invited pretty often, among other companions, to his table, when he was not supping with his father. One day another physician had talked loudly, and given great disturbance to the company, whose mouth Philotas stopped with this sophistical syllogism: “In some states of fever the patient should take cold water; everyone who has a fever is in some state of fever; therefore in a fever cold water should always be taken.” The man was quite struck dumb, and Antony’s son, very much pleased, laughed aloud, and said, Philotas, “I make you a present of all you see there,” pointing to a sideboard covered with plate. Philotas thanked him much, but was far enough from ever imagining that a boy of his age could dispose of things of that value. Soon after, however, the plate was all brought to him, and he was desired to set his mark upon it; and when he put it away from him, and was afraid to accept the present, “What ails the man?” said he that brought it; “do you know that he who gives you this is Antony’s son, who is free to give it, if it were all gold? but if you will be advised by me, I would counsel you to accept of the value in money from us; for there may be amongst the rest some antique or famous piece of workmanship, which Antony would be sorry to part with.” These anecdotes my grandfather told us Philotas used frequently to relate.
Antony was so taken by her that, while his wife Fulvia was busy pursuing his fights against Caesar in Rome with actual military force, and the Parthian troops, led by Labienus (who had been made commander-in-chief by the king’s generals), were gathered in Mesopotamia and ready to invade Syria, he could still let himself be swept away by her to Alexandria for some leisure time, like a child, playing and having fun, wasting away the most precious of all assets, time, as Antiphon puts it. They had a group they gave a specific name to, calling themselves the Inimitable Livers. The members took turns entertaining each other with extravagant expenses beyond imagination. Philotas, a doctor from Amphissa who was studying medicine in Alexandria at the time, used to tell my grandfather Lamprias that, having some connection with one of the royal cooks, he was invited by him, as a young man, to check out the lavish preparations for dinner. So he was taken into the kitchen, where he was amazed by the incredible variety of everything; but particularly when he saw eight wild boars roasting whole, he said, “You must have a lot of guests.” The cook laughed at his naivety and told him there were only about twelve people for dinner, but that each dish had to be served perfectly roasted, and if anything was off by even a minute, it would be ruined. “And,” he added, “maybe Antony will eat soon, maybe not for a while, maybe he’ll ask for wine, or start chatting, and then put it off. So,” he continued, “it’s not just one, but many dinners that need to be ready, as it’s impossible to predict when he’ll show up.” This was Philotas’s story; he also mentioned that he eventually became one of the medical attendants for Antony’s eldest son by Fulvia and was often invited, along with other friends, to his table when he wasn’t dining with his father. One day, another doctor was being loud and disruptive to the group, and Philotas silenced him with this clever argument: “In certain fever states, a patient should drink cold water; everyone with a fever is in some state of fever; therefore, when someone has a fever, they should always drink cold water.” The guy was completely dumbfounded, and Antony’s son, very entertained, laughed out loud and said to Philotas, “I gift you everything you see there,” pointing to a sideboard full of silverware. Philotas thanked him profusely but would never have guessed that a boy his age could give away such valuable things. Soon after, though, all the silverware was brought to him, and he was asked to mark it. When he pushed it aside, afraid to accept the gift, the person delivering it said, “What’s wrong with you? Don’t you know the one giving this is Antony’s son, who can freely give it, even if it were all gold? But if you want my advice, I’d suggest you take its value in cash from us; there might be some antique or famous piece among the rest that Antony wouldn’t want to part with.” My grandfather said Philotas used to share these stories frequently.
To return to Cleopatra; Plato admits four sorts of flattery, but she had a thousand. Were Antony serious or disposed to mirth, she had at any moment some new delight or charm to meet his wishes; at every turn she was upon him, and let him escape her neither by day nor by night. She played at dice with him, drank with him, hunted with him; and when he exercised in arms, she was there to see. At night she would go rambling with him to disturb and torment people at their doors and windows, dressed like a servant-woman, for Antony also went in servant’s disguise, and from these expeditions he often came home very scurvily answered, and sometimes even beaten severely, though most people guessed who it was. However, the Alexandrians in general liked it all well enough, and joined good humoredly and kindly in his frolic and play, saying they were much obliged to Antony for acting his tragic parts at Rome, and keeping his comedy for them. It would be trifling without end to be particular in his follies, but his fishing must not be forgotten. He went out one day to angle with Cleopatra, and, being so unfortunate as to catch nothing in the presence of his mistress, he gave secret orders to the fishermen to dive under water, and put fishes that had been already taken upon his hooks; and these he drew so fast that the Egyptian perceived it. But, feigning great admiration, she told everybody how dexterous Antony was, and invited them next day to come and see him again. So, when a number of them had come on board the fishing boats, as soon as he had let down his hook, one of her servants was beforehand with his divers, and fixed upon his hook a salted fish from Pontus. Antony, feeling his line give, drew up the prey, and when, as may be imagined, great laughter ensued, “Leave,” said Cleopatra, “the fishing-rod, general, to us poor sovereigns of Pharos and Canopus; your game is cities, provinces, and kingdoms.”
To get back to Cleopatra, Plato mentions four types of flattery, but she had a thousand. Whether Antony was serious or in a playful mood, she always had some new pleasure or charm ready to satisfy him; she was constantly around him, letting him escape neither by day nor by night. She played dice with him, drank with him, hunted with him; and when he trained with weapons, she was there to watch. At night, she would wander with him, causing a ruckus and annoying people at their doors and windows, dressed like a servant, since Antony also disguised himself as a servant. From these outings, he often returned with a poor response and sometimes even got beaten up, although most people suspected who he was. However, the Alexandrians generally enjoyed it all, joining in on his fun and playfully saying they were grateful to Antony for performing his serious acts in Rome and saving the comedic ones for them. It would be pointless to list all his foolishness, but we can't forget about his fishing. One day, he went fishing with Cleopatra, and since he was unlucky and caught nothing in front of her, he secretly instructed the fishermen to dive underwater and place previously caught fish on his hooks. He pulled them up so quickly that Cleopatra noticed. But pretending to be very impressed, she told everyone how skilled Antony was and invited them to come back the next day to watch him again. So, when a bunch of them showed up on the fishing boats, just as he let down his hook, one of her servants got ahead of his divers and attached a salted fish from Pontus to his hook. Antony, feeling a tug on his line, pulled up the catch, and as you can guess, everyone burst into laughter. Cleopatra said, “Leave the fishing pole to us poor rulers of Pharos and Canopus; your catch is cities, provinces, and kingdoms.”
Whilst he was thus diverting himself and engaged in this boys’ play, two dispatches arrived; one from Rome, that his brother Lucius and his wife Fulvia, after many quarrels among themselves, had joined in war against Caesar, and, having lost all, had fled out of Italy; the other bringing little better news, that Labienus, at the head of the Parthians, was overrunning Asia, from Euphrates and Syria as far as Lydia and Ionia. So, scarcely at last rousing himself from sleep, and shaking off the fumes of wine, he set out to attack the Parthians, and went as far as Phoenicia; but, upon the receipt of lamentable letters from Fulvia, turned his course with two hundred ships to Italy. And, in his way, receiving, such of his friends as fled from Italy, he was given to understand that Fulvia was the sole cause of the war, a woman of a restless spirit and very bold, and withal her hopes were that commotions in Italy would force Antony from Cleopatra. But it happened that Fulvia, as she was coming to meet her husband, fell sick by the way, and died at Sicyon, so that an accommodation was the more easily made. For when he reached Italy, and Caesar showed no intention of laying anything to his charge, and he on his part shifted the blame of everything on Fulvia, those that were friends to them would not suffer that the time should be spent in looking narrowly into the plea, but made a reconciliation first, and then a partition of the empire between them, taking as their boundary the Ionian Sea, the eastern provinces falling to Antony, to Caesar the western, and Africa being left to Lepidus. And an agreement was made, that everyone in their turn, as he thought fit, should make their friends consuls, when they did not choose to take the offices themselves.
While he was having fun and engaged in this boyish activity, two messages arrived; one from Rome, informing him that his brother Lucius and his wife Fulvia, after many arguments, had taken up arms against Caesar and, having lost everything, had fled from Italy; the other brought slightly better news, that Labienus, leading the Parthians, was sweeping through Asia, from the Euphrates and Syria all the way to Lydia and Ionia. So, barely managing to wake up from his stupor and shaking off the effects of wine, he set out to confront the Parthians and went as far as Phoenicia; however, upon receiving distressing letters from Fulvia, he changed course with two hundred ships back to Italy. Along the way, as he picked up some of his friends fleeing from Italy, he was informed that Fulvia was the main cause of the war, a woman with a restless and bold spirit, hoping that the unrest in Italy would pull Antony away from Cleopatra. But it happened that Fulvia, while on her way to meet her husband, fell ill and died at Sicyon, making reconciliation easier. For when he arrived in Italy, and Caesar showed no intention of accusing him, and he, in turn, blamed everything on Fulvia, their mutual friends wouldn’t let the time be wasted arguing over the matter, but quickly arranged a reconciliation and then a division of the empire between them, marking the Ionian Sea as their boundary, with the eastern provinces going to Antony, the western ones to Caesar, and Africa left to Lepidus. They also agreed that anyone could appoint their friends as consuls in turn when they didn’t want to hold the office themselves.
These terms were well approved of, but yet it was thought some closer tie would be desirable; and for this, fortune offered occasion. Caesar had an elder sister, not of the whole blood, for Attia was his mother’s name, hers Ancharia. This sister, Octavia, he was extremely attached to, as, indeed, she was, it is said, quite a wonder of a woman. Her husband, Caius Marcellus, had died not long before, and Antony was now a widower by the death of Fulvia; for, though he did not disavow the passion he had for Cleopatra, yet he disowned anything of marriage, reason, as yet, upon this point, still maintaining the debate against the charms of the Egyptian. Everybody concurred in promoting this new alliance, fully expecting that with the beauty, honor, and prudence of Octavia, when her company should, as it was certain it would, have engaged his affections, all would be kept in the safe and happy course of friendship. So, both parties being agreed, they went to Rome to celebrate the nuptials, the senate dispensing with the law by which a widow was not permitted to marry till ten months after the death of her husband.
These terms were well received, but it was thought that a closer bond would be beneficial, and fortune provided an opportunity. Caesar had an older sister, not a full sister, since Attia was their mother’s name, while her mother was Ancharia. He was very close to this sister, Octavia, who was reportedly an extraordinary woman. Her husband, Caius Marcellus, had died not long before, and Antony was now a widower after Fulvia's death; although he didn't deny his feelings for Cleopatra, he rejected any idea of marriage, as reason still held a debate against the allure of the Egyptian. Everyone supported this new alliance, fully expecting that with Octavia's beauty, honor, and wisdom, she would surely win his affection, and all would remain on a safe and happy path of friendship. So, both parties agreed and went to Rome to celebrate the wedding, with the senate waiving the law that prohibited a widow from remarrying until ten months after her husband's death.
Sextus Pompeius was in possession of Sicily, and with his ships, under the command of Menas, the pirate, and Menecrates, so infested the Italian coast, that no vessels durst venture into those seas. Sextus had behaved with much humanity towards Antony, having received his mother when she fled with Fulvia, and it was therefore judged fit that he also should be received into the peace. They met near the promontory of Misenum, by the mole of the port, Pompey having his fleet at anchor close by, and Antony and Caesar their troops drawn up all along the shore. There it was concluded that Sextus should quietly enjoy the government of Sicily and Sardinia, he conditioning to scour the seas of all pirates, and to send so much corn every year to Rome.
Sextus Pompeius controlled Sicily, and with his ships led by the pirate Menas and Menecrates, he terrorized the Italian coast so much that no ships dared to sail those waters. Sextus had shown a lot of kindness to Antony by taking in his mother when she fled with Fulvia, so it was deemed appropriate that he be welcomed into the peace. They met near the Misenum promontory, by the port mole, with Pompey’s fleet anchored nearby and Antony and Caesar's troops lined up along the shore. It was agreed that Sextus would peacefully govern Sicily and Sardinia, on the condition that he would clear the seas of all pirates and send a certain amount of grain to Rome each year.
This agreed on, they invited one another to supper, and by lot it fell to Pompey’s turn to give the first entertainment, and Antony, asking where it was to be, “There,” said he, pointing to the admiral-galley, a ship of six banks of oars, “that is the only house that Pompey is heir to of his father’s.” And this he said, reflecting upon Antony, who was then in possession of his father’s house. Having fixed the ship on her anchors, and formed a bridgeway from the promontory to conduct on board of her, he gave them a cordial welcome. And when they began to grow warm, and jests were passing freely on Antony and Cleopatra’s loves, Menas, the pirate, whispered Pompey in the ear, “Shall I,” said he, “cut the cables, and make you master not of Sicily only and Sardinia, but of the whole Roman empire?” Pompey, having considered a little while, returned him answer, “Menas, this might have been done without acquainting me; now we must rest content; I do not break my word.” And so, having been entertained by the other two in their turns, he set sail for Sicily.
Once they agreed on this, they invited each other to dinner, and it was decided by chance that Pompey would host the first gathering. Antony asked where it would take place, and Pompey replied, pointing to the admiral-galley, a ship with six rows of oars, “That’s the only place Pompey has inherited from his father.” This was said in reference to Antony, who was already living in his father's house. After securing the ship and building a walkway from the promontory to it, Pompey welcomed them warmly. As they started to relax, joking about Antony and Cleopatra’s romance, Menas, the pirate, leaned in and whispered to Pompey, “Should I cut the cables and make you the master not just of Sicily and Sardinia, but of the entire Roman Empire?” After thinking for a moment, Pompey replied, “Menas, you could have done this without telling me; now we must be satisfied. I won't go back on my word.” And after being hosted by the other two in turn, he set sail for Sicily.
After the treaty was completed, Antony dispatched Ventidius into Asia, to check the advance of the Parthians, while he, as a compliment to Caesar, accepted the office of priest to the deceased Caesar. And in any state affair and matter of consequence, they both behaved themselves with much consideration and friendliness for each other. But it annoyed Antony, that in all their amusements, on any trial of skill or fortune, Caesar should be constantly victorious. He had with him an Egyptian diviner, one of those who calculate nativities, who, either to make his court to Cleopatra, or that by the rules of his art he found it to be so, openly declared to him, that though the fortune that attended him was bright and glorious, yet it was overshadowed by Caesar’s; and advised him to keep himself as far distant as he could from that young man; “for your Genius,” said he, “dreads his; when absent from him yours is proud and brave, but in his presence unmanly and dejected;” and incidents that occurred appeared to show that the Egyptian spoke truth. For whenever they cast lots for any playful purpose, or threw dice, Antony was still the loser; and repeatedly, when they fought game-cocks or quails, Caesar’s had the victory. This gave Antony a secret displeasure, and made him put the more confidence in the skill of his Egyptian. So, leaving the management of his home affairs to Caesar, he left Italy, and took Octavia, who had lately borne him a daughter, along with him into Greece.
After the treaty was finalized, Antony sent Ventidius to Asia to stop the Parthians' advance, while he took on the role of priest for the late Caesar as a gesture of respect. In any important matters, they both treated each other with great care and friendliness. However, it frustrated Antony that in all their games and competitions, Caesar was always the winner. He had with him an Egyptian soothsayer, one of those who analyze birth charts, who, whether to impress Cleopatra or based on his expertise, openly told him that while his own fortune was bright and promising, it was overshadowed by Caesar’s. He advised Antony to keep as much distance as possible from that young man: “because your spirit,” he said, “is afraid of his; when you’re away, yours is bold and confident, but in his presence, it becomes weak and downcast.” Events that unfolded seemed to confirm the soothsayer's claims. Whenever they played games or rolled dice, Antony always lost; and repeatedly, during cockfights or quail matches, Caesar’s birds triumphed. This caused Antony secret irritation and made him trust his Egyptian’s skills even more. So, leaving the management of his domestic issues to Caesar, Antony left Italy with Octavia, who had recently given him a daughter, and headed to Greece.
Here, whilst he wintered in Athens, he received the first news of Ventidius’s successes over the Parthians, of his having defeated them in a battle, having slain Labienus and Pharnapates, the best general their king, Hyrodes, possessed. For the celebrating of which he made a public feast through Greece, and for the prizes which were contested at Athens he himself acted as steward, and, leaving at home the ensigns that are carried before the general, he made his public appearance in a gown and white shoes, with the steward’s wands marching before; and he performed his duty in taking the combatants by the neck, to part them, when they had fought enough.
While he was wintering in Athens, he received the first news about Ventidius's victories over the Parthians, including his defeat of Labienus and Pharnapates, the best general King Hyrodes had. To celebrate this, he held a public feast throughout Greece, and for the competitions held in Athens, he took on the role of steward himself. Leaving behind the insignia typically carried before a general, he made his public appearance in a gown and white shoes, with the steward’s rods marching ahead of him. He performed his duties by separating the fighters by the neck whenever they had fought enough.
When the time came for him to set out for the war, he took a garland from the sacred olive, and, in obedience to some oracle, he filled a vessel with the water of the Clepsydra, to carry along with him. In this interval, Pacorus, the Parthian king’s son, who was marching into Syria with a large army, was met by Ventidius, who gave him battle in the country of Cyrrhestica, slew a large number of his men, and Pacorus among the first. This victory was one of the most renowned achievements of the Romans, and fully avenged their defeats under Crassus, the Parthians being obliged, after the loss of three battles successively, to keep themselves within the bounds of Media and Mesopotamia. Ventidius was not willing to push his good fortune further, for fear of raising some jealousy in Antony, but, turning his arms against those that had quitted the Roman interest, he reduced them to their former obedience. Among the rest, he besieged Antiochus, king of Commagene, in the city of Samosata, who made an offer of a thousand talents for his pardon, and a promise of submission to Antony’s commands. But Ventidius told him that he must send to Antony, who was already on his march, and had sent word to Ventidius to make no terms with Antiochus, wishing that at any rate this one exploit might be ascribed to him, and that people might not think that all his successes were won by his lieutenants. The siege, however, was long protracted; for when those within found their offers refused, they defended themselves stoutly, till, at last, Antony, finding he was doing nothing, in shame and regret for having refused the first offer, was glad to make an accommodation with Antiochus for three hundred talents. And, having given some orders for the affairs of Syria, he returned to Athens; and, paying Ventidius the honors he well deserved, dismissed him to receive his triumph. He is the only man that has ever yet triumphed for victories obtained over the Parthians; he was of obscure birth, but, by means of Antony’s friendship, obtained an opportunity of showing his capacity, and doing great things; and his making such glorious use of it gave new credit to the current observation about Caesar and Antony, that they were more fortunate in what they did by their lieutenants than in their own persons. For Sossius, also, had great success, and Canidius, whom he left in Armenia, defeated the people there, and also the kings of the Albanians and Iberians, and marched victorious as far as Caucasus, by which means the fame of Antony’s arms had become great among the barbarous nations.
When it was time for him to head off to war, he took a crown from the sacred olive tree and, following an oracle's command, filled a vessel with water from the Clepsydra to bring along. Meanwhile, Pacorus, the son of the Parthian king, who was marching into Syria with a large army, encountered Ventidius, who engaged him in battle in Cyrrhestica, killing many of his men, including Pacorus himself. This victory was one of the most celebrated achievements of the Romans and avenged their defeats during Crassus's time, forcing the Parthians, after losing three battles in a row, to retreat to Media and Mesopotamia. Ventidius chose not to press his luck further, worried it might cause jealousy in Antony, but instead turned his forces against those who had abandoned the Roman side and brought them back under control. Among others, he laid siege to Antiochus, the king of Commagene, in the city of Samosata. Antiochus offered a thousand talents for his freedom and promised to submit to Antony’s commands. However, Ventidius told him he needed to send word to Antony, who was already on his way and had instructed Ventidius not to negotiate with Antiochus, wanting this achievement to be credited to himself and not his deputies. The siege dragged on, as those inside, finding their offers rejected, fought back fiercely until Antony, realizing he was making no progress and regretting his initial refusal, was willing to settle with Antiochus for three hundred talents. After giving some orders regarding Syria, he returned to Athens, honoring Ventidius as he deserved and allowing him to celebrate his triumph. He is the only person to have ever triumphed for victories over the Parthians; though he came from humble beginnings, Antony's friendship provided him the chance to demonstrate his abilities and achieve great things. His remarkable success bolstered the popular notion about Caesar and Antony that they were more successful through their lieutenants than by their own efforts. Sossius also achieved great success, and Canidius, whom he left in Armenia, defeated the local people and the kings of the Albanians and Iberians, marching victoriously as far as the Caucasus, which enhanced the reputation of Antony's military might among the barbarian nations.
He, however, once more, upon some unfavorable stories, taking offense against Caesar, set sail with three hundred ships for Italy, and, being refused admittance to the port of Brundusium, made for Tarentum. There his wife Octavia, who came from Greece with him, obtained leave to visit her brother, she being then great with child, having already borne her husband a second daughter; and as she was on her way, she met Caesar, with his two friends Agrippa and Maecenas, and, taking these two aside, with great entreaties and lamentations she told them, that of the most fortunate woman upon earth, she was in danger of becoming the most unhappy; for as yet everyone’s eyes were fixed upon her as the wife and sister of the two great commanders, but, if rash counsels should prevail, and war ensue, “I shall be miserable,” said she, “without redress; for on what side soever victory falls, I shall be sure to be a loser.” Caesar was overcome by these entreaties, and advanced in a peaceable temper to Tarentum, where those that were present beheld a most stately spectacle; a vast army drawn up by the shore, and as great a fleet in the harbor, all without the occurrence of any act of hostility; nothing but the salutations of friends, and other expressions of joy and kindness, passing from one armament to the other. Antony first entertained Caesar this also being a concession on Caesar’s part to his sister; and when at length an agreement was made between them, that Caesar should give Antony two of his legions to serve him in the Parthian war, and that Antony should in return leave with him a hundred armed galleys, Octavia further obtained of her husband, besides this, twenty light ships for her brother, and of her brother, a thousand foot for her husband. So, having parted good friends, Caesar went immediately to make war with Pompey to conquer Sicily. And Antony, leaving in Caesar’s charge his wife and children, and his children by his former wife Fulvia, set sail for Asia.
He, however, once again, after hearing some negative stories, got offended by Caesar and set sail with three hundred ships for Italy. When he was denied entry to the port of Brundusium, he headed to Tarentum. There, his wife Octavia, who had come from Greece with him and was expecting, got permission to visit her brother. She had already given her husband a second daughter, and on her way, she ran into Caesar, along with his two friends Agrippa and Maecenas. Taking them aside, with great pleas and tears, she told them that she was in danger of going from the most fortunate woman on earth to the most miserable. While everyone was still focused on her as the wife and sister of two great commanders, she feared that if reckless advice prevailed and war broke out, “I’ll be miserable,” she said, “with no way out; because whichever side wins, I’ll end up losing.” Caesar was moved by her pleas and approached Tarentum in a peaceful manner. Those present witnessed an impressive sight: a huge army lined up by the shore, and an equally large fleet in the harbor, all without any acts of hostility; just greetings among friends and other gestures of joy and kindness exchanged between the two sides. Antony was the first to host Caesar, which was also a gesture towards his sister. Eventually, they reached an agreement: Caesar would give Antony two of his legions to help in the Parthian war, while Antony would leave a hundred armed galleys with Caesar. Additionally, Octavia secured twenty light ships for her brother from her husband and a thousand foot soldiers for her husband from her brother. After parting as good friends, Caesar went straight to wage war against Pompey to conquer Sicily. Antony, leaving his wife, children, and his children from his previous wife Fulvia in Caesar’s care, set sail for Asia.
But the mischief that thus long had lain still, the passion for Cleopatra, which better thoughts had seemed to have lulled and charmed into oblivion, upon his approach to Syria, gathered strength again, and broke out into a flame. And, in fine, like Plato’s restive and rebellious horse of the human soul, flinging off all good and wholesome counsel, and breaking fairly loose, he sends Fonteius Capito to bring Cleopatra into Syria. To whom at her arrival he made no small or trifling present, Phoenicia, Coele-Syria, Cyprus, great part of Cilicia, that side of Judaea which produces balm, that part of Arabia where the Nabathaeans extend to the outer sea; profuse gifts, which much displeased the Romans. For, although he had invested several private persons in great governments and kingdoms, and bereaved many kings of theirs, as Antigonus of Judaea, whose head he caused to be struck off (the first example of that punishment being inflicted on a king), yet nothing stung the Romans like the shame of these honors paid to Cleopatra. Their dissatisfaction was augmented also by his acknowledging as his own the twin children he had by her, giving them the name of Alexander and Cleopatra, and adding, as their surnames, the titles of Sun and Moon. But he, who knew how to put a good color on the most dishonest action, would say, that the greatness of the Roman empire consisted more in giving than in taking kingdoms, and that the way to carry noble blood through the world was by begetting in every place a new line and series of kings; his own ancestor had thus been born of Hercules; Hercules had not limited his hopes of progeny to a single womb, nor feared any law like Solon’s, or any audit of procreation, but had freely let nature take her will in the foundation and first commencement of many families.
But the trouble that had been lying dormant, the obsession with Cleopatra, which seemed to have been soothed and pushed into the background by better thoughts, reignited as he approached Syria and flared up. Ultimately, like Plato’s restless and rebellious horse of the human soul, casting off all good advice and breaking free, he sends Fonteius Capito to bring Cleopatra to Syria. Upon her arrival, he gave her generous gifts: Phoenicia, Coele-Syria, Cyprus, a large part of Cilicia, the region of Judaea that produces balm, and the part of Arabia where the Nabataean people reach the outer sea; lavish offerings that greatly angered the Romans. Although he had appointed several private individuals to significant governorships and kingdoms, and stripped many kings of their thrones, like Antigonus of Judaea, whose head he had executed (the first time such a punishment was enacted on a king), nothing enraged the Romans quite like the disgrace of these honors shown to Cleopatra. Their frustration was further increased by his recognition of the twin children he had with her, naming them Alexander and Cleopatra, and giving them the titles Sun and Moon as their surnames. Yet he, who was skilled at presenting the most dishonest actions in a positive light, claimed that the greatness of the Roman Empire lay more in granting than in taking kingdoms, and that the way to spread noble blood across the world was by creating a new line of kings everywhere; his own ancestor had been descended from Hercules. Hercules didn’t limit his hopes for offspring to a single womb or fear any laws like Solon’s, or any scrutiny of procreation, but freely allowed nature to take its course in establishing many families.
After Phraates had killed his father Hyrodes, and taken possession of his kingdom, many of the Parthians left their country; among the rest, Monaeses, a man of great distinction and authority, sought refuge with Antony, who, looking on his case as similar to that of Themistocles, and likening his own opulence and magnanimity to those of the former Persian kings, gave him three cities, Larissa, Arethusa, and Hierapolis, which was formerly called Bambyce. But when the king of Parthia soon recalled him, giving him his word and honor for his safety, Antony was not unwilling to give him leave to return, hoping thereby to surprise Phraates, who would believe that peace would continue; for he only made the demand of him, that he should send back the Roman ensigns which were taken when Crassus was slain, and the prisoners that remained yet alive. This done, he sent Cleopatra into Egypt, and marched through Arabia and Armenia; and, when his forces came together, and were joined by those of his confederate kings (of whom there were very many, and the most considerable, Artavasdes, king of Armenia, who came at the head of six thousand horse and seven thousand foot), he made a general muster. There appeared sixty thousand Roman foot, ten thousand horse, Spaniards and Gauls, who counted as Romans; and, of other nations, horse and foot, thirty thousand. And these great preparations, that put the Indians beyond Bactria into alarm, and made all Asia shake, were all, we are told, rendered useless to him because of Cleopatra. For, in order to pass the winter with her, the war was pushed on before its due time; and all he did was done without perfect consideration, as by a man who had no proper control over his faculties, who, under the effects of some drug or magic, was still looking back elsewhere, and whose object was much more to hasten his return than to conquer his enemies.
After Phraates killed his father Hyrodes and took over the kingdom, many Parthians left their homeland. One of them, Monaeses, a distinguished and powerful man, sought refuge with Antony. Antony viewed Monaeses's situation similarly to that of Themistocles and compared his own wealth and generosity to those of the ancient Persian kings. He granted Monaeses three cities: Larissa, Arethusa, and Hierapolis, which was previously known as Bambyce. However, when the king of Parthia quickly recalled him, assuring him of safety, Antony reluctantly allowed him to return, hoping to catch Phraates off guard, who would think peace would prevail. All he asked in return was that Monaeses send back the Roman standards taken when Crassus was killed, along with any remaining prisoners. After this, Antony sent Cleopatra to Egypt and marched through Arabia and Armenia. Once his forces gathered and were joined by his allied kings—among them Artavasdes, king of Armenia, who brought six thousand cavalry and seven thousand infantry—he organized a general muster. This included sixty thousand Roman infantry, ten thousand cavalry, and another thirty thousand from various other nations. These massive preparations alarmed the Indians beyond Bactria and shook all of Asia, but, as it's said, they ultimately proved ineffective due to Cleopatra. In his eagerness to spend winter with her, the war was launched prematurely, and all his actions seemed rushed and lacking in proper deliberation, much like someone under the influence of a drug or spell, more focused on returning quickly than on defeating his enemies.
For, first of all, when he should have taken up his winter-quarters in Armenia, to refresh his men, who were tired with long marches, having come at least eight thousand furlongs, and then have taken the advantage in the beginning of the spring to invade Media, before the Parthians were out of winter-quarters, he had not patience to expect his time, but marched into the province of Atropatene, leaving Armenia on the left hand, and laid waste all that country. Secondly, his haste was so great, that he left behind the engines absolutely required for any siege, which followed the camp in three hundred wagons, and, among the rest, a ram eighty feet long; none of which was it possible, if lost or damaged, to repair or to make the like, as the provinces of the upper Asia produce no trees long or hard enough for such uses. Nevertheless, he left them all behind, as a mere impediment to his speed, in the charge of a detachment under the command of Statianus, the wagon-officer. He himself laid siege to Phraata, a principal city of the king of Media, wherein were that king’s wife and children. And when actual need proved the greatness of his error in leaving the siege train behind him, he had nothing for it but to come up and raise a mound against the walls, with infinite labor and great loss of time. Meantime Phraates, coming down with a large army, and hearing that the wagons were left behind with the battering engines, sent a strong party of horse, by which Statianus was surprised, he himself and ten thousand of his men slain, the engines all broken in pieces, many taken prisoners, and, among the rest, king Polemon.
Because, first of all, when he should have settled in Armenia for the winter to rest his men, who were exhausted from long marches—having covered at least eight thousand furlongs—and then taken the opportunity at the start of spring to invade Media, before the Parthians emerged from winter, he lacked the patience to wait for the right time. Instead, he marched into the province of Atropatene, leaving Armenia behind, and devastated the whole region. Secondly, his hurry was so intense that he left behind the essential siege equipment, which followed the camp in three hundred wagons, including a ram that was eighty feet long. None of this could be repaired or replaced if it was lost or damaged, as the upper Asian provinces do not produce trees long or sturdy enough for such purposes. Nevertheless, he abandoned everything as a mere obstacle to his speed, leaving them in the care of a detachment led by Statianus, the wagon officer. He himself laid siege to Phraata, a key city of the king of Media, where the king's wife and children were located. And when the urgency highlighted the severity of his mistake in leaving the siege equipment behind, he had no choice but to approach and build a mound against the walls, with tremendous effort and significant time loss. Meanwhile, Phraates, coming down with a large army and learning that the wagons were left behind with the siege engines, sent a strong cavalry force, catching Statianus by surprise. He himself and ten thousand of his men were killed, the engines were all destroyed, many were taken prisoner, including King Polemon.
This great miscarriage in the opening of the campaign much discouraged Antony’s army, and Artavasdes, king of Armenia, deciding that the Roman prospects were bad, withdrew with all his forces from the camp, although he had been the chief promoter of the war. The Parthians, encouraged by their success, came up to the Romans at the siege, and gave them many affronts; upon which Antony, fearing that the despondency and alarm of his soldiers would only grow worse if he let them lie idle, taking all the horse, ten legions, and three praetorian cohorts of heavy infantry, resolved to go out and forage, designing by this means to draw the enemy with more advantage to a battle. To effect this, he marched a day’s journey from his camp, and, finding the Parthians hovering about, in readiness to attack him while he was in motion, he gave orders for the signal of battle to be hung out in the encampment, but, at the same time, pulled down the tents, as if he meant not to fight, but to lead his men home again; and so he proceeded to lead them past the enemy, who were drawn up in a half-moon, his orders being that the horse should charge as soon as the legions were come up near enough to second them. The Parthians, standing still while the Romans marched by them, were in great admiration of their army, and of the exact discipline it observed, rank after rank passing on at equal distances in perfect order and silence, their pikes all ready in their hands. But when the signal was given, and the horse turned short upon the Parthians, and with loud cries charged them, they bravely received them, though they were at once too near for bowshot; but the legions, coming up with loud shouts and rattling of their arms, so frightened their horses and indeed the men themselves, that they kept their ground no longer. Antony pressed them hard, in great hopes that this victory should put an end to the war; the foot had them in pursuit for fifty furlongs, and the horse for thrice that distance, and yet, the advantage summed up, they had but thirty prisoners, and there were but fourscore slain. So that they were all filled with dejection and discouragement, to consider, that when they were victorious, their advantage was so small, and that when they were beaten, they lost so great a number of men as they had done when the carriages were taken.
This major setback at the start of the campaign really discouraged Antony’s army, and Artavasdes, the king of Armenia, decided that the Roman situation was poor, so he pulled all his forces out of the camp, even though he had been a key supporter of the war. The Parthians, motivated by their success, approached the Romans at the siege and insulted them repeatedly. Antony, worried that his soldiers' despair and panic would only worsen if he let them sit idle, took all the cavalry, ten legions, and three praetorian cohorts of heavy infantry and decided to go out and forage, intending to lure the enemy into a more favorable battle. To do this, he marched a day’s journey from his camp, and when he noticed the Parthians nearby, ready to attack while he was on the move, he ordered the battle signal to be put up in the camp. At the same time, he started to take down the tents, as if he planned to retreat. He led his men past the enemy, who were arranged in a half-moon shape, instructing the cavalry to charge as soon as the legions were close enough to support them. The Parthians, remaining still while the Romans marched by, were greatly impressed by their army and the strict discipline they maintained, with ranks moving on evenly spaced apart in complete silence, their pikes ready in their hands. But when the signal was given, and the cavalry quickly turned to strike the Parthians with loud shouts, they bravely faced the attack, even though they were too close for bowshots. However, when the legions arrived with loud roars and the clatter of their weapons, it scared the Parthian horses and their soldiers themselves, causing them to break ranks. Antony pressed them hard, hoping that this victory would end the war. The infantry chased them for fifty furlongs, and the cavalry pursued for three times that distance, but in total, they only captured thirty prisoners and had just eighty killed. This left everyone feeling disheartened, considering that even in victory, their gains were minimal, and when they faced defeat, they lost as many men as they had when the carriages were captured.
The next day, having put the baggage in order, they marched back to the camp before Phraata, in the way meeting with some scattering troops of the enemy, and, as they marched further, with greater parties, at length with the body of the enemy’s army, fresh and in good order, who called them to battle, and charged them on every side, and it was not without great difficulty that they reached the camp. There Antony, finding that his men had in a panic deserted the defense of the mound, upon a sally of the Medes, resolved to proceed against them by decimation, as it is called, which is done by dividing the soldiers into tens, and, out of every ten, putting one to death, as it happens by lot. The rest he gave orders should have, instead of wheat, their rations of corn in barley.
The next day, after organizing their gear, they marched back to the camp before Phraata, encountering some scattered enemy troops along the way. As they continued, they faced larger groups and eventually came across the main body of the enemy's army, fresh and well-organized, who challenged them to battle and attacked them from all sides. It was quite challenging for them to reach the camp. There, Antony discovered that his soldiers had panicked and abandoned their defense of the mound during a sally by the Medes. He decided to take action against them through decimation, which involves dividing the soldiers into groups of ten and executing one from each group by lot. He instructed that instead of wheat, their rations should consist of barley corn.
The war was now become grievous to both parties, and the prospect of its continuance yet more fearful to Antony, in respect that he was threatened with famine; for he could no longer forage without wounds and slaughter. And Phraates, on the other side, was full of apprehension that, if the Romans were to persist in carrying on the siege, the autumnal equinox being past and the air already closing in for cold, he should be deserted by his soldiers, who would suffer anything rather than wintering in open field. To prevent which, he had recourse to the following deceit: he gave order to those of his men who had made most acquaintance among the Roman soldiers, not to pursue too close when they met them foraging, but to suffer them to carry off some provision; moreover, that they should praise their valor, and declare that it was not without just reason that their king looked upon the Romans as the bravest men in the world. This done, upon further opportunity they rode nearer in, and, drawing up their horses by the men, began to revile Antony for his obstinacy; that whereas Phraates desired nothing more than peace, and an occasion to show how ready he was to save the lives of so many brave soldiers, he, on the contrary, gave no opening to any friendly offers, but sat awaiting the arrival of the two fiercest and worst enemies, winter and famine, from whom it would be hard for them to make their escape, even with all the good-will of the Parthians to help them. Antony, having these reports from many hands, began to indulge the hope; nevertheless, he would not send any message to the Parthian till he had put the question to these friendly talkers, whether what they said was said by order of their king. Receiving answer that it was, together with new encouragement to believe them, he sent some of his friends to demand once more the standards and prisoners, lest, if he should ask nothing, he might be supposed to be too thankful to have leave to retreat in quiet. The Parthian king made answer, that as for the standards and prisoners, he need not trouble himself; but if he thought fit to retreat, he might do it when he pleased, in peace and safety. Some few days, therefore, being spent in collecting the baggage, he set out upon his march. On which occasion, though there was no man of his time like him for addressing a multitude, or for carrying soldiers with him by the force of words, out of shame and sadness he could not find in his heart to speak himself, but employed Domitius Aenobarbus. And some of the soldiers resented it, as an undervaluing of them; but the greater number saw the true cause, and pitied it, and thought it rather a reason why they on their side should treat their general with more respect and obedience than ordinary.
The war had become painful for both sides, and Antony was even more fearful about its continuation because he faced the threat of starvation; he could no longer gather supplies without suffering injuries and casualties. On the other hand, Phraates was anxious that if the Romans continued the siege, especially now that the autumn equinox had passed and the weather was turning cold, his soldiers would desert him, preferring anything to spend the winter in the open field. To prevent this, he resorted to a trick: he ordered his men who had socialized the most with the Roman soldiers not to chase them too closely when they encountered them gathering supplies, allowing them to take away some provisions. In addition, they were to praise the Romans’ bravery, claiming that their king viewed them as the bravest in the world for good reason. Once this was done, they rode closer and began to mock Antony for his stubbornness, stating that while Phraates desired peace and wanted to show his willingness to save the lives of so many brave soldiers, Antony was closing himself off from any friendly overtures, waiting instead for the two harshest enemies, winter and famine, which would be difficult to escape even with the Parthians’ goodwill. Upon hearing these reports from several sources, Antony started to feel hopeful; however, he wouldn’t send a message to the Parthian king until he confirmed with these friendly speakers whether their words were sanctioned by their king. When he received confirmation that it was, along with further encouragement to believe them, he sent some of his friends to once again request the return of the standards and prisoners, fearing that if he stayed silent, it might seem like he was too grateful just to have the chance to retreat peacefully. The Parthian king replied that he needn’t worry about the standards and prisoners, but if Antony wished to retreat, he could do so whenever he liked, in peace and safety. After spending a few days gathering his baggage, Antony began his march. Although no one in his time was better at addressing a crowd or rallying soldiers through the power of words, he felt too ashamed and sad to speak himself and instead had Domitius Aenobarbus do it. Some soldiers felt slighted by this, but the majority understood the real reason and sympathized, thinking it was a cause for them to treat their general with even more respect and obedience than usual.
Antony had resolved to return by the same way he came, which was through a level country clear of all trees, but a certain Mardian came to him (one that was very conversant with the manners of the Parthians, and whose fidelity to the Romans had been tried at the battle where the machines were lost), and advised him to keep the mountains close on his right hand, and not to expose his men, heavily armed, in a broad, open, riding country, to the attacks of a numerous army of light-horse and archers; that Phraates with fair promises had persuaded him from the siege on purpose that he might with more ease cut him off in his retreat; but, if so he pleased, he would conduct him by a nearer route, on which moreover he should find the necessaries for his army in greater abundance. Antony upon this began to consider what was best to be done; he was unwilling to seem to have any mistrust of the Parthians after their treaty; but, holding it to be really best to march his army the shorter and more inhabited way, he demanded of the Mardian some assurance of his faith, who offered himself to be bound until the army came safe into Armenia. Two days he conducted the army bound, and, on the third, when Antony had given up all thought of the enemy, and was marching at his ease in no very good order, the Mardian, perceiving the bank of a river broken down, and the water let out and overflowing the road by which they were to pass, saw at once that this was the handiwork of the Parthians, done out of mischief, and to hinder their march; so he advised Antony to be upon his guard, for that the enemy was nigh at hand. And no sooner had he begun to put his men in order, disposing the slingers and dart men in convenient intervals for sallying out, but the Parthians came pouring in on all sides, fully expecting to encompass them, and throw the whole army into disorder. They were at once attacked by the light troops, whom they galled a good deal with their arrows; but, being themselves as warmly entertained with the slings and darts, and many wounded, they made their retreat. Soon after, rallying up afresh, they were beat back by a battalion of Gallic horse, and appeared no more that day.
Antony decided to head back the same way he came, through a flat area without any trees. However, a certain Mardian, who understood the ways of the Parthians and had proven loyal to the Romans during the battle when the machines were lost, advised him to keep the mountains on his right and avoid putting his heavily armed men in an open area vulnerable to attacks from a large army of light cavalry and archers. Mardian said that Phraates had persuaded him to abandon the siege with sweet promises, intending to make it easier to cut Antony off during his retreat. He offered to guide Antony along a shorter route where they would also find more supplies for the army. After considering this, Antony was hesitant to show doubt about the Parthians after their agreement, but he still thought it best to take the shorter, more populated route. He asked the Mardian for a guarantee of his loyalty, and the Mardian offered to be accountable until the army reached Armenia safely. For two days, he led the army under this promise, but on the third day, when Antony had relaxed his vigilance and was marching in a loose formation, the Mardian noticed that a riverbank had been breached, with water flooding the path they needed to take. Realizing this was a tactic by the Parthians aimed at disrupting their march, he warned Antony to be cautious because the enemy was close by. As soon as Antony started organizing his men, positioning slingers and dart throwers strategically to launch a counterattack, the Parthians charged in from all directions, aiming to surround them and throw the army into chaos. The light troops attacked first, firing arrows that hurt many of Antony’s men; but after facing a barrage of slings and darts and suffering several injuries themselves, the Parthians retreated. Shortly after regrouping, they were repelled by a squadron of Gallic cavalry and didn’t return that day.
By their manner of attack Antony seeing what to do, not only placed the slings and darts as a rear guard, but also lined both flanks with them, and so marched in a square battle, giving order to the horse to charge and beat off the enemy, but not to follow them far as they retired. So that the Parthians, not doing more mischief for the four ensuing days than they received, began to abate in their zeal, and, complaining that the winter season was much advanced, pressed for returning home.
By their way of attacking, Antony figured out what to do. He not only positioned the slings and darts as a rear guard but also arranged them along both sides, marching in a square formation. He ordered the cavalry to charge and push back the enemy but instructed them not to pursue too far as the enemy retreated. As a result, for the next four days, the Parthians caused as much trouble as they received, starting to lose their enthusiasm. They began complaining that winter was coming on quickly and insisted on heading home.
But, on the fifth day, Flavius Gallus, a brave and active officer, who had a considerable command in the army, came to Antony, desiring of him some light-infantry out of the rear, and some horse out of the front, with which he would undertake to do some considerable service. Which when he had obtained, he beat the enemy back, not withdrawing, as was usual, at the same time, and retreating upon the mass of the heavy infantry, but maintaining his own ground, and engaging boldly. The officers who commanded in the rear, perceiving how far he was getting from the body of the army, sent to warn him back, but he took no notice of them. It is said that Titius the quaestor snatched the standards and turned them round, upbraiding Gallus with thus leading so many brave men to destruction. But when he on the other side reviled him again, and commanded the men that were about him to stand firm, Titius made his retreat, and Gallus, charging the enemies in the front, was encompassed by a party that fell upon his rear, which at length perceiving, he sent a messenger to demand succor. But the commanders of the heavy infantry, Canidius amongst others, a particular favorite of Antony’s, seem here to have committed a great oversight. For, instead of facing about with the whole body, they sent small parties, and, when they were defeated, they still sent out small parties, so that by their bad management the rout would have spread through the whole army, if Antony himself had not marched from the van at the head of the third legion, and, passing this through among the fugitives, faced the enemies, and hindered them from any further pursuit.
But on the fifth day, Flavius Gallus, a brave and active officer with a significant command in the army, approached Antony, asking for some light infantry from the rear and some cavalry from the front to help him with a major operation. Once he got them, he pushed the enemy back, not retreating as was common, but holding his ground and fighting boldly. The officers in the rear noticed how far he had moved from the main army and sent warnings for him to return, but he ignored them. It’s said that Titius, the quaestor, grabbed the standards and turned them around, criticizing Gallus for leading so many brave men to their doom. However, when Gallus replied harshly and ordered his men to stand firm, Titius retreated. Gallus, while attacking the enemies in front, was eventually surrounded by a group that attacked from behind. Realizing this, he sent a messenger for help. Meanwhile, the commanders of the heavy infantry, including Canidius, who was a favorite of Antony’s, made a major mistake. Instead of regrouping the whole force, they sent out small units, and when those were defeated, they kept sending more small units. Poor management meant that the panic could have spread throughout the entire army if Antony himself hadn’t stepped in, leading the third legion from the front, pushing through the fleeing soldiers, and confronting the enemy to prevent any further pursuit.
In this engagement were killed three thousand, five thousand were carried back to the camp wounded, amongst the rest Gallus, shot through the body with four arrows, of which wounds he died. Antony went from tent to tent to visit and comfort the rest of them, and was not able to see his men without tears and a passion of grief. They, however, seized his hand with joyful faces, bidding him go and see to himself and not be concerned about them, calling him their emperor and their general, and saying that if he did well they were safe. For in short, never in all these times can history make mention of a general at the head of a more splendid army; whether you consider strength and youth, or patience and sufferance in labors and fatigues; but as for the obedience and affectionate respect they bore their general, and the unanimous feeling amongst small and great alike, officers and common soldiers, to prefer his good opinion of them to their very lives and being, in this part of military excellence it was not possible that they could have been surpassed by the very Romans of old. For this devotion, as I have said before, there were many reasons, as the nobility of his family, his eloquence, his frank and open manners, his liberal and magnificent habits, his familiarity in talking with everybody, and, at this time particularly, his kindness in assisting and pitying the sick, joining in all their pains, and furnishing them with all things necessary, so that the sick and wounded were even more eager to serve than those that were whole and strong.
In this battle, three thousand were killed, and five thousand were brought back to the camp injured, including Gallus, who was shot through the body with four arrows and later died from his wounds. Antony went from tent to tent to visit and comfort the others, and he couldn't see his men without tears and deep sorrow. However, they grasped his hand with joyful faces, urging him to take care of himself and not to worry about them, calling him their emperor and general, and saying that as long as he did well, they were safe. In fact, throughout this time, history doesn't mention a general leading a more impressive army; whether you look at their strength and youth or their patience and endurance through hardships and fatigue. But as for the loyalty and deep respect they had for their general, and the shared sentiment among both high-ranking officers and regular soldiers to value his opinion of them over their own lives, in this area of military excellence, they could not have been surpassed even by the ancient Romans. As I mentioned before, there were many reasons for this loyalty, like the nobility of his family, his eloquence, his open and friendly demeanor, his generous and lavish lifestyle, his approachable nature in conversations with everyone, and, especially at this moment, his kindness in helping and caring for the sick, sharing in all their suffering and providing them with everything they needed, making the sick and wounded even more eager to serve than those who were healthy and strong.
Nevertheless, this last victory had so encouraged the enemy, that, instead of their former impatience and weariness, they began soon to feel contempt for the Romans, staying all night near the camp, in expectation of plundering their tents and baggage, which they concluded they must abandon; and in the morning new forces arrived in large masses, so that their number was grown to be not less, it is said, than forty thousand horse; and the king had sent the very guards that attended upon his own person, as to a sure and unquestioned victory. For he himself was never present in any fight. Antony, designing to harangue the soldiers, called for a mourning habit, that he might move them the more, but was dissuaded by his friends; so he came forward in the general’s scarlet cloak, and addressed them, praising those that had gained the victory, and reproaching those that had fled, the former answering him with promises of success, and the latter excusing themselves, and telling him they were ready to undergo decimation, or any other punishment he should please to inflict upon them, only entreating that he would forget and not discompose himself with their faults. At which he lifted up his hands to heaven, and prayed the gods, that if to balance the great favors he had received of them any judgment lay in store, they would pour it upon his head alone, and grant his soldiers victory.
However, this last victory had boosted the enemy's confidence so much that, instead of feeling impatient and exhausted like before, they soon started to look down on the Romans. They camped out near the Roman camp all night, expecting to loot their tents and supplies, which they thought the Romans would have to abandon. By morning, fresh reinforcements arrived in large numbers, bringing their total to what was said to be no less than forty thousand horsemen. The king even sent his own personal guards, confident of an undeniable victory, as he never personally fought in any battle. Antony, intending to rally the troops, asked for a mourning robe to make a dramatic appeal, but his friends talked him out of it. Instead, he appeared in the general's red cloak and spoke to them, praising those who had won and scolding those who had fled. The victors promised to achieve more success in the future, while the deserters tried to justify their actions, saying they were ready to face decimation or any punishment he chose but asked him to forgive them and not let their mistakes upset him. In response, he raised his hands to the heavens and prayed to the gods, asking that if any judgment was due for the great favors he had received, it would fall on him alone and that they would grant his soldiers victory.
The next day they took better order for their march, and the Parthians, who thought they were marching rather to plunder than to fight, were much taken aback, when they came up and were received with a shower of missiles, to find the enemy not disheartened, but fresh and resolute. So that they themselves began to lose courage. But at the descent of a hill where the Romans were obliged to pass, they got together, and let fly their arrows upon them as they moved slowly down. But the full-armed infantry, facing round, received the light troops within; and those in the first rank knelt on one knee, holding their shields before them, the next rank holding theirs over the first, and so again others over these, much like the tiling of a house, or the rows of seats in a theater, the whole affording sure defense against arrows, which glance upon them without doing any harm. The Parthians, seeing the Romans down upon their knees, could not imagine but that it must proceed from weariness; so that they laid down their bows, and, taking their spears, made a fierce onset, when the Romans, with a great cry, leapt upon their feet, striking hand to hand with their javelins, slew the foremost, and put the rest to flight. After this rate it was every day, and the trouble they gave made the marches short; in addition to which famine began to be felt in the camp, for they could get but little corn, and that which they got they were forced to fight for; and, besides this, they were in want of implements to grind it and make bread. For they had left almost all behind, the baggage horses being dead or otherwise employed in carrying the sick and wounded. Provision was so scarce in the army that an Attic quart of wheat sold for fifty drachmas, and barley loaves for their weight in silver. And when they tried vegetables and roots, they found such as are commonly eaten very scarce, so that they were constrained to venture upon any they could get, and, among others, they chanced upon an herb that was mortal, first taking away all sense and understanding. He that had eaten of it remembered nothing in the world, and employed himself only in moving great stones from one place to another, which he did with as much earnestness and industry as if it had been a business of the greatest consequence. Through all the camp there was nothing to be seen but men grubbing upon the ground at stones, which they carried from place to place. But in the end they threw up bile and died, as wine, moreover, which was the one antidote, failed. When Antony saw them die so fast, and the Parthian still in pursuit, he was heard to exclaim several times over, “O, the Ten Thousand!” as if in admiration of the retreat of the Greeks with Xenophon, who, when they had a longer journey to make from Babylonia, and a more powerful enemy to deal with, nevertheless came home safe.
The next day, they got organized for their march, and the Parthians, who thought they were coming to loot rather than to fight, were taken by surprise when they approached and were met with a hail of missiles, discovering the enemy was not discouraged but fresh and determined. This made them start to lose confidence. As they descended a hill where the Romans had to pass, they gathered together and started firing arrows at them as they moved slowly down. However, the fully armed infantry turned around and protected the lighter troops; those in the front rank knelt down, holding their shields in front of them, while the next rank held theirs over them, and so on, resembling the tiles of a roof or the rows of seats in a theater, which provided solid defense against the arrows that bounced off without causing harm. The Parthians, seeing the Romans down on their knees, assumed it was due to exhaustion, so they laid down their bows, grabbed their spears, and charged fiercely. The Romans then let out a loud shout, jumped to their feet, clashed hand-to-hand with their javelins, killed the front lines, and sent the rest fleeing. This pattern continued every day, and the troubles they faced made their marches shorter. On top of that, famine started to set in the camp, as they could barely find any grain, and the little they did manage to get, they had to fight for. Additionally, they lacked the tools to grind it and make bread since they had left nearly everything behind, with the baggage horses either dead or busy carrying the sick and wounded. Food was so scarce in the army that an Attic quart of wheat sold for fifty drachmas, and barley loaves went for their weight in silver. When they tried for vegetables and roots, they found the usual ones very rare, so they had to take risks on whatever they could find. Unfortunately, they stumbled upon a poisonous herb that caused loss of all sense and understanding. Anyone who ate it couldn’t remember anything and busied themselves moving heavy stones from one place to another with as much energy and dedication as if it were the most important task. Throughout the camp, there was nothing to see but men digging at stones and moving them around. Eventually, they vomited bile and died, especially since wine, the only antidote, was also unavailable. When Antony witnessed them dying so quickly, with the Parthians still in pursuit, he repeatedly exclaimed, “O, the Ten Thousand!” as if marveling at the retreat of the Greeks with Xenophon, who, despite facing a longer journey from Babylonia and dealing with a more powerful enemy, made it home safely.
The Parthians, finding that they could not divide the Roman army, nor break the order of their battle, and that withal they had been so often worsted, once more began to treat the foragers with professions of humanity; they came up to them with their bows unbended, telling them that they were going home to their houses; that this was the end of their retaliation, and that only some Median troops would follow for two or three days, not with any design to annoy them, but for the defense of some of the villages further on. And, saying this, they saluted them and embraced them with a great show of friendship. This made the Romans full of confidence again, and Antony, on hearing of it, was more disposed to take the road through the level country, being told that no water was to be hoped for on that through the mountains. But while he was preparing thus to do, Mithridates came into the camp, a cousin to Monaeses, of whom we related that he sought refuge with the Romans, and received in gift from Antony the three cities. Upon his arrival, he desired somebody might be brought to him that could speak Syriac or Parthian. One Alexander, of Antioch, a friend of Antony’s, was brought to him, to whom the stranger, giving his name, and mentioning Monaeses as the person who desired to do the kindness, put the question, did he see that high range of hills, pointing at some distance. He told him, yes. “It is there,” said he, “the whole Parthian army lie in wait for your passage; for the great plains come immediately up to them, and they expect that, confiding in their promises, you will leave the way of the mountains, and take the level route. It is true that in passing over the mountains you will suffer the want of water, and the fatigue to which you have become familiar, but if you pass through the plains, Antony must expect the fortune of Crassus.”
The Parthians, realizing they couldn't split the Roman army or disrupt their battle formation, and after being defeated so often, decided once again to approach the foragers with promises of goodwill. They approached them with their bows lowered, telling them they were returning home, that this was the end of their vengeance, and only a few Median troops would follow for a couple of days, not to create trouble but to protect some of the villages ahead. As they spoke, they greeted and embraced the Romans with a show of friendship. This made the Romans feel confident again, and Antony, hearing this, was more inclined to take the route through the flatlands, having been informed that there was no reliable water on the mountain path. But while he was preparing to do this, Mithridates arrived in the camp, a cousin of Monaeses, who we mentioned sought refuge with the Romans and was given three cities by Antony. Upon his arrival, he asked for someone who could speak Syriac or Parthian. An Alexander from Antioch, a friend of Antony’s, was brought to him. The stranger introduced himself and mentioned Monaeses as the one who asked for the favor, asking Alexander if he saw that high range of hills in the distance. Alexander confirmed he did. “It is there,” he said, “that the entire Parthian army is waiting for your passage; the great plains lead immediately up to them, and they expect that, trusting in their promises, you will abandon the mountain path for the flat route. It’s true that crossing the mountains, you will endure a lack of water and the fatigue you're used to, but if you go through the plains, Antony should anticipate the fate of Crassus.”
This said, he departed. Antony, in alarm, calling his friends in council, sent for the Mardian guide, who was of the same opinion. He told them that, with or without enemies, the want of any certain track in the plain, and the likelihood of their losing their way, were quite objection enough; the other route was rough and without water, but then it was but for a day. Antony, therefore, changing his mind, marched away upon this road that night, commanding that everyone should carry water sufficient for his own use; but most of them being unprovided with vessels, they made shift with their helmets, and some with skins. As soon as they started, the news of it was carried to the Parthians, who followed them, contrary to their custom, through the night, and at sunrise attacked the rear, which was tired with marching and want of sleep, and not in condition to make any considerable defense. For they had got through two hundred and forty furlongs that night, and at the end of such a march to find the enemy at their heels, put them out of heart. Besides, having to fight for every step of the way increased their distress from thirst. Those that were in the van came up to a river, the water of which was extremely cool and clear, but brackish and medicinal, and, on being drunk, produced immediate pains in the bowels and a renewed thirst. Of this the Mardian had forewarned them, but they could not forbear, and, beating back those that opposed them, they drank of it. Antony ran from one place to another, begging they would have a little patience, that not far off there was a river of wholesome water, and that the rest of the way was so difficult for the horse, that the enemy could pursue them no further; and, saying this, he ordered to sound a retreat to call those back that were engaged, and commanded the tents should be set up, that the soldiers might at any rate refresh themselves in the shade.
With that, he left. Antony, alarmed, called his friends to a meeting and summoned the Mardian guide, who agreed with him. The guide warned that whether or not they had enemies, the lack of a clear path in the plain and the risk of getting lost were major concerns; the other route was rough and without water, but it would only take a day. So, Antony changed his mind and set off on this road that night, ordering everyone to carry enough water for themselves. Most of them didn’t have containers, so they used their helmets and some skins instead. As soon as they began, news of their movement reached the Parthians, who, against their usual practice, followed them through the night and attacked at sunrise. The rear, exhausted from marching and lack of sleep, wasn't prepared to defend themselves effectively. They had covered two hundred and forty furlongs that night, and finding the enemy right behind them after such a long march left them discouraged. Moreover, having to fight for every step added to their distress from thirst. Those in the front reached a river with very cool and clear water, but it was brackish and medicinal, causing immediate stomach pains and making them even thirstier. The Mardian had warned them about this, but they couldn’t resist and, pushing back anyone who opposed them, they drank. Antony hurried from one group to another, asking them to be patient, insisting that there was another river with fresh water not far ahead, and that the rest of the route was so tough for horses that the enemy couldn't pursue them much longer. Saying this, he ordered a retreat to bring back those engaged in fighting and commanded that tents be set up so the soldiers could at least rest in the shade.
But the tents were scarce well put up, and the Parthians beginning, according to their custom, to withdraw, when Mithridates came again to them, and informed Alexander, with whom he had before spoken, that he would do well to advise Antony to stay where he was no longer than needs he must, that, after having refreshed his troops, he should endeavor with all diligence to gain the next river, that the Parthians would not cross it, but so far they were resolved to follow them. Alexander made his report to Antony, who ordered a quantity of gold plate to be carried to Mithridates, who, taking as much as be could well hide under his clothes, went his way. And, upon this advice, Antony, while it was yet day, broke up his camp, and the whole army marched forward without receiving any molestation from the Parthians, though that night by their own doing was in effect the most wretched and terrible that they passed. For some of the men began to kill and plunder those whom they suspected to have any money, ransacked the baggage, and seized the money there. In the end, they laid hands on Antony’s own equipage, and broke all his rich tables and cups, dividing the fragments amongst them. Antony, hearing such a noise and such a stirring to and fro all through the army, the belief prevailing that the enemy had routed and cut off a portion of the troops, called for one of his freedmen, then serving as one of his guards, Rhamnus by name, and made him take an oath that, whenever he should give him orders, he would run his sword through his body and cut off his head, that he might not fall alive into the hands of the Parthians, nor, when dead, be recognized as the general. While he was in this consternation, and all his friends about him in tears, the Mardian came up, and gave them all new life. He convinced them, by the coolness and humidity of the air, which they could feel in breathing it, that the river which he had spoken of was now not far off, and the calculation of the time that had been required to reach it came, he said, to the same result, for the night was almost spent. And, at the same time, others came with information that all the confusion in the camp proceeded only from their own violence and robbery among themselves. To compose this tumult, and bring them again into some order after their distraction, he commanded the signal to be given for a halt.
But the tents weren’t really set up well, and as the Parthians started to withdraw, sticking to their usual practice, Mithridates approached them again. He informed Alexander, whom he had talked to earlier, that he should advise Antony to not stay any longer than necessary. After refreshing his troops, he should work hard to reach the next river, since the Parthians wouldn’t cross it, but would be determined to follow them. Alexander reported this to Antony, who ordered some gold plates to be sent to Mithridates. Mithridates took as much as he could hide under his clothes and left. Following this advice, Antony broke up his camp while it was still daylight, and the entire army moved forward without facing any interference from the Parthians, although that night was incredibly rough for them. Some soldiers began killing and robbing those they suspected of having money, rummaged through the baggage, and seized the cash they found. Eventually, they turned on Antony’s own belongings, breaking all his expensive tables and cups and dividing the pieces among themselves. Hearing the chaos and commotion throughout the camp, with the belief that the enemy had attacked and cut off part of the troops, Antony called for one of his freedmen, Rhamnus, who was acting as one of his guards, and made him swear that if he ever gave the order, he would run his sword through Antony’s body and behead him, so he wouldn't be captured alive by the Parthians or recognized as the general after death. While he was in this panic, with all his friends around him in tears, a Mardian came over and revitalized them all. He pointed out, by the cool and damp air they felt while breathing, that the river he mentioned was not far off, and the time it would take to reach it was nearly up, as the night was almost over. At the same time, others brought news that all the chaos in the camp was just due to their own violence and robbery among themselves. To settle the uproar and restore some order after their disruption, he ordered the signal to stop.
Day began to break, and quiet and regularity were just reappearing, when the Parthian arrows began to fly among the rear, and the light armed troops were ordered out to battle. And, being seconded by the heavy infantry, who covered one another as before described with their shields, they bravely received the enemy, who did not think convenient to advance any further, while the van of the army, marching forward leisurely in this manner came in sight of the river, and Antony, drawing up the cavalry on the banks to confront the enemy, first passed over the sick and wounded. And, by this time, even those who were engaged with the enemy had opportunity to drink at their ease; for the Parthians, on seeing the river, unbent their bows, and told the Romans they might pass over freely, and made them great compliments in praise of their valor. Having crossed without molestation, they rested themselves awhile, and presently went forward, not giving perfect credit to the fair words of their enemies. Six days after this last battle, they arrived at the river Araxes, which divides Media and Armenia, and seemed, both by its deepness and the violence of the current, to be very dangerous to pass. A report, also, had crept in amongst them, that the enemy was in ambush, ready to set upon them as soon as they should be occupied with their passage. But when they were got over on the other side, and found themselves in Armenia, just as if land was now sighted after a storm at sea, they kissed the ground for joy, shedding tears and embracing each other in their delight. But taking their journey through a land that abounded in all sorts of plenty, they ate, after their long want, with that excess of everything they met with, that they suffered from dropsies and dysenteries.
Day began to break, and calmness and routine were just coming back when the Parthian arrows started flying from the rear, and the light infantry were sent out to battle. Supported by the heavy infantry, who protected each other as described before with their shields, they bravely faced the enemy, who chose not to advance any further. Meanwhile, the front of the army, moving forward slowly, caught sight of the river. Antony set up the cavalry along the banks to confront the enemy and first helped the sick and wounded cross over. By this time, even those engaged with the enemy had a chance to drink at their leisure, as the Parthians, seeing the river, lowered their bows and told the Romans they could cross freely, praising their bravery. After crossing without trouble, they rested for a bit and then moved on, not fully trusting the flattering words of their enemies. Six days after this last battle, they reached the river Araxes, which separates Media and Armenia, and looked quite dangerous to cross due to its depth and strong current. There was also a rumor among them that the enemy lay in ambush, ready to attack as soon as they became occupied with crossing. But once they got across to the other side and found themselves in Armenia, it felt like seeing land after a storm at sea. They kissed the ground in joy, shedding tears and embracing each other in their happiness. However, as they traveled through a land full of abundance, they overindulged in food after their long deprivation, suffering from dropsy and dysentery.
Here Antony, making a review of his army, found that he had lost twenty thousand foot and four thousand horse, of which the better half perished, not by the enemy, but by diseases. Their march was of twenty-seven days from Phraata, during which they had beaten the Parthians in eighteen battles, though with little effect or lasting result, because of their being so unable to pursue. By which it is manifest that it was Artavasdes who lost Antony the benefit of the expedition. For had the sixteen thousand horsemen whom he led away out of Media, armed in the same style as the Parthians and accustomed to their manner of fight, been there to follow the pursuit when the Romans put them to flight, it is impossible they could have rallied so often after their defeats, and reappeared again as they did to renew their attacks. For this reason, the whole army was very earnest with Antony to march into Armenia to take revenge. But he, with more reflection, forbore to notice the desertion, and continued all his former courtesies, feeling that the army was wearied out, and in want of all manner of necessaries. Afterwards, however, entering Armenia, with invitations and fair promises he prevailed upon Artavasdes to meet him, when he seized him, bound him, and carried him to Alexandria, and there led him in a triumph; one of the things which most offended the Romans, who felt as if all the honors and solemn observances of their country were, for Cleopatra’s sake, handed over to the Egyptians.
Here, Antony reviewed his army and found that he had lost twenty thousand foot soldiers and four thousand cavalry, most of whom died not in battle but due to diseases. They marched for twenty-seven days from Phraata, during which they fought the Parthians in eighteen battles, though with little impact or lasting result, as they were unable to pursue effectively. It became clear that Artavasdes was responsible for Antony losing the benefits of the campaign. If the sixteen thousand horsemen he had led away from Media, who were equipped like the Parthians and trained in their combat style, had been present to follow up when the Romans routed the enemy, it’s unlikely the Parthians would have been able to regroup and attack again as they did. Because of this, the entire army urged Antony to march into Armenia for revenge. However, he chose to overlook the desertion, maintaining all his previous gestures of goodwill, recognizing that the army was exhausted and lacking necessary supplies. Later, though, upon entering Armenia, Antony enticed Artavasdes to meet him with promises and invitations, then captured him, bound him, and brought him to Alexandria, where he paraded him in a triumph. This particularly angered the Romans, who felt that all the honors and traditions of their country were being handed over to the Egyptians for Cleopatra’s sake.
This, however, was at an after time. For the present, marching his army in great haste in the depth of winter through continual storms of snow, he lost eight thousand of his men, and came with much diminished numbers to a place called the White Village, between Sidon and Berytus, on the seacoast, where he waited for the arrival of Cleopatra. And, being impatient of the delay she made, he bethought himself of shortening the time in wine and drunkenness, and yet could not endure the tediousness of a meal, but would start from table and run to see if she were coming. Till at last she came into port, and brought with her clothes and money for the soldiers. Though some say that Antony only received the clothes from her, and distributed his own money in her name.
This, however, happened later. For now, while leading his army quickly through the harsh winter and constant snowstorms, he lost eight thousand men and arrived with significantly fewer troops at a place called the White Village, located between Sidon and Berytus on the coast, where he waited for Cleopatra to arrive. Growing impatient with her delay, he thought about passing the time with wine and partying, but he still couldn’t handle the wait for a meal and kept jumping up from the table to see if she was arriving. Finally, she reached the port, bringing clothes and money for the soldiers. Although some say that Antony only accepted the clothes from her and distributed his own money in her name.
A quarrel presently happened between the king of Media and Phraates of Parthia, beginning, it is said, about the division of the booty that was taken from the Romans, and creating great apprehension in the Median lest he should lose his kingdom. He sent, therefore, ambassadors to Antony, with offers of entering into a confederate war against Phraates. And Antony, full of hopes at being thus asked, as a favor, to accept that one thing, horse and archers, the want of which had hindered his beating the Parthians before, began at once to prepare for a return to Armenia, there to join the Medes on the Araxes, and begin the war afresh. But Octavia, in Rome, being desirous to see Antony, asked Caesar’s leave to go to him; which he gave her, not so much, say most authors, to gratify his sister, as to obtain a fair pretense to begin the war upon her dishonorable reception. She no sooner arrived at Athens, but by letters from Antony she was informed of his new expedition, and his will that she should await him there. And, though she were much displeased, not being ignorant of the real reason of this usage, yet she wrote to him to know to what place he would be pleased she should send the things she had brought with her for his use; for she had brought clothes for his soldiers, baggage, cattle, money, and presents for his friends and officers, and two thousand chosen soldiers sumptuously armed, to form praetorian cohorts. This message was brought from Octavia to Antony by Niger, one of his friends, who added to it the praises she deserved so well. Cleopatra, feeling her rival already, as it were, at hand, was seized with fear, lest if to her noble life and her high alliance, she once could add the charm of daily habit and affectionate intercourse, she should become irresistible, and be his absolute mistress for ever. So she feigned to be dying for love of Antony, bringing her body down by slender diet; when he entered the room, she fixed her eyes upon him in a rapture, and when he left, seemed to languish and half faint away. She took great pains that he should see her in tears, and, as soon as he noticed it, hastily dried them up and turned away, as if it were her wish that he should know nothing of it. All this was acting while he prepared for Media; and Cleopatra’s creatures were not slow to forward the design, upbraiding Antony with his unfeeling, hard-hearted temper, thus letting a woman perish whose soul depended upon him and him alone. Octavia, it was true, was his wife, and had been married to him because it was found convenient for the affairs of her brother that it should be so, and she had the honor of the title; but Cleopatra, the sovereign queen of many nations, had been contented with the name of his mistress, nor did she shun or despise the character whilst she might see him, might live with him, and enjoy him; if she were bereaved of this, she would not survive the loss. In fine, they so melted and unmanned him, that, fully believing she would die if he forsook her, he put off the war and returned to Alexandria, deferring his Median expedition until next summer, though news came of the Parthians being all in confusion with intestine disputes. Nevertheless, he did some time after go into that country, and made an alliance with the king of Media, by marriage of a son of his by Cleopatra to the king’s daughter, who was yet very young; and so returned, with his thoughts taken up about the civil war.
A fight broke out between the king of Media and Phraates of Parthia, supposedly over how to divide the loot taken from the Romans, causing great anxiety in Media about the potential loss of his kingdom. He then sent ambassadors to Antony, offering to join him in a war against Phraates. Antony, excited by the proposal, saw this as an opportunity to acquire the horses and archers he had previously lacked in defeating the Parthians, and immediately began preparing to return to Armenia to team up with the Medes on the Araxes and restart the war. Meanwhile, Octavia, in Rome, eager to see Antony, requested permission from Caesar to visit him. According to most historians, he granted her request not so much to please his sister but to have a valid reason to start a war over her dishonorable reception. As soon as she arrived in Athens, she received letters from Antony informing her of his new campaign and the desire for her to wait for him there. Although she was quite upset, aware of the true reason behind his actions, she wrote to him asking where to send the items she had brought for him: clothes for his soldiers, supplies, cattle, money, gifts for his friends and officers, and two thousand well-armed elite soldiers to form praetorian cohorts. Niger, one of Antony's friends, delivered this message from Octavia, praising her as she deserved. Cleopatra, sensing her rival was closeby, grew anxious that if she could win Antony over with her status and daily presence, she might become his complete mistress forever. So, she pretended to be dying of love for Antony, restricting her diet. When he entered the room, she gazed at him passionately, and when he left, she acted as though she was fainting. She made sure he saw her in tears, and as soon as he noticed, she quickly wiped them away and turned aside, as if wanting him to be unaware. All this drama was playing out while he was preparing for Media; Cleopatra's allies were quick to support her scheme, criticizing Antony for his coldness and heartlessness, allowing a woman to suffer whose fate depended solely on him. It was true that Octavia was his wife, married to him for her brother's political convenience, and while she had the honor of the title, Cleopatra, the queen of many nations, was content being known as his mistress, embracing that role as long as she could see him, live with him, and enjoy his company; without that, she believed she couldn't survive. In short, they melted his resolve to the point that he, convinced she would die if he left her, postponed the war and returned to Alexandria, delaying his campaign against Media until the following summer, despite reports of unrest among the Parthians. Later, he did venture into that territory and formed an alliance with the king of Media by marrying one of his sons with Cleopatra to the king’s young daughter, before returning, his mind preoccupied with the looming civil war.
When Octavia returned from Athens, Caesar, who considered she had been injuriously treated, commanded her to live in a separate house; but she refused to leave the house of her husband, and entreated him, unless he had already resolved, upon other motives, to make war with Antony, that he would on her account let it alone; it would be intolerable to have it said of the two greatest commanders in the world, that they had involved the Roman people in a civil war, the one out of passion for; the other out of resentment about, a woman. And her behavior proved her words to be sincere. She remained in Antony’s house as if he were at home in it, and took the noblest and most generous care, not only of his children by her, but of those by Fulvia also. She received all the friends of Antony that came to Rome to seek office or upon any business, and did her utmost to prefer their requests to Caesar; yet this her honorable deportment did but, without her meaning it, damage the reputation of Antony; the wrong he did to such a woman made him hated. Nor was the division he made among his sons at Alexandria less unpopular; it seemed a theatrical piece of insolence and contempt of his country. For, assembling the people in the exercise ground, and causing two golden thrones to be placed on a platform of silver, the one for him and the other for Cleopatra, and at their feet lower thrones for their children, he proclaimed Cleopatra queen of Egypt, Cyprus, Libya, and Coele-Syria, and with her conjointly Caesarion, the reputed son of the former Caesar, who left Cleopatra with child. His own sons by Cleopatra were to have the style of kings of kings; to Alexander he gave Armenia and Media, with Parthia, so soon as it should be overcome; to Ptolemy, Phoenicia, Syria, and Cilicia. Alexander was brought out before the people in the Median costume, the tiara and upright peak, and Ptolemy, in boots and mantle and Macedonian cap done about with the diadem; for this was the habit of the successors of Alexander, as the other was of the Medes and Armenians. And, as soon as they had saluted their parents, the one was received by a guard of Macedonians, the other by one of Armenians. Cleopatra was then, as at other times when she appeared in public, dressed in the habit of the goddess Isis, and gave audience to the people under the name of the New Isis.
When Octavia came back from Athens, Caesar, who believed she had been treated unfairly, ordered her to stay in a different house. However, she refused to leave her husband’s home and asked him, unless he had already decided for other reasons to go to war with Antony, to reconsider for her sake; it would be unacceptable to have it said that the two greatest leaders in the world had brought the Roman people into a civil war, one out of love and the other out of bitterness over a woman. Her actions proved her words were genuine. She stayed in Antony’s house as if he still lived there and took the most honorable and generous care not only of their children but also of his children with Fulvia. She welcomed all of Antony's friends who came to Rome for work or any official matters and did her best to support their requests to Caesar; yet this honorable behavior unintentionally damaged Antony's reputation, as the wrong he did to such a woman made him unpopular. His actions dividing his sons in Alexandria were equally unappealing; it appeared to be a theatrical display of arrogance and disregard for his country. He gathered the people in the exercise area, having two golden thrones put on a silver platform, one for himself and the other for Cleopatra, with lower thrones for their children. He declared Cleopatra queen of Egypt, Cyprus, Libya, and Coele-Syria, and alongside her, he announced Caesarion, the presumed son of the late Caesar, who had left Cleopatra pregnant. His own sons with Cleopatra were to be styled as kings of kings; to Alexander he granted Armenia and Media, along with Parthia once it was conquered; to Ptolemy, he assigned Phoenicia, Syria, and Cilicia. Alexander was presented to the people wearing Median attire, complete with a tiara and upright peak, while Ptolemy wore boots, a mantle, and a Macedonian cap adorned with a diadem; this was the traditional dress of Alexander's successors, while the other was typical of the Medes and Armenians. After they greeted their parents, one was taken in by a guard of Macedonians, and the other by an Armenian guard. Cleopatra was then, like on other occasions when she appeared publicly, dressed as the goddess Isis and held an audience with the people under the title of the New Isis.
Caesar, relating these things in the senate, and often complaining to the people, excited men’s minds against Antony. And Antony also sent messages of accusation against Caesar. The principal of his charges were these: first, that he had not made any division with him of Sicily, which was lately taken from Pompey; secondly, that he had retained the ships he had lent him for the war; thirdly, that after deposing Lepidus, their colleague, he had taken for himself the army, governments, and revenues formerly appropriated to him; and, lastly, that he had parceled out almost all Italy amongst his own soldiers, and left nothing for his. Caesar’s answer was as follows: that he had put Lepidus out of government because of his own misconduct; that what he had got in war he would divide with Antony, so soon as Antony gave him a share of Armenia; that Antony’s soldiers had no claims in Italy, being in possession of Media and Parthia, the acquisitions which their brave actions under their general had added to the Roman empire.
Caesar, sharing these details in the Senate and frequently complaining to the people, stirred up public sentiment against Antony. Antony, in turn, sent accusations against Caesar. The main points of his charges were these: first, that Caesar hadn't made any arrangement with him regarding Sicily, which had recently been taken from Pompey; second, that he had kept the ships he had lent for the war; third, that after removing Lepidus, their colleague, from power, he had claimed the army, the provinces, and the revenue that were previously assigned to him; and finally, that he had divided up almost all of Italy among his own soldiers, leaving nothing for Antony's men. Caesar's response was as follows: he had removed Lepidus from power due to his own misconduct; he would share the spoils of war with Antony as soon as Antony gave him a portion of Armenia; and that Antony's soldiers had no rights in Italy since they were currently in Media and Parthia, territories that their courageous actions under their general had added to the Roman Empire.
Antony was in Armenia when this answer came to him, and immediately sent Canidius with sixteen legions towards the sea; but he, in the company of Cleopatra, went to Ephesus, whither ships were coming in from all quarters to form the navy, consisting, vessels of burden included, of eight hundred vessels, of which Cleopatra furnished two hundred, together with twenty thousand talents, and provision for the whole army during the war. Antony, on the advice of Domitius and some others, bade Cleopatra return into Egypt, there to expect the event of the war; but she, dreading some new reconciliation by Octavia’s means, prevailed with Canidius, by a large sum of money, to speak in her favor with Antony, pointing out to him that it was not just that one that bore so great a part in the charge of the war should be robbed of her share of glory in the carrying it on: nor would it be politic to disoblige the Egyptians, who were so considerable a part of his naval forces; nor did he see how she was inferior in prudence to any one of the kings that were serving with him; she had long governed a great kingdom by herself alone, and long lived with him, and gained experience in public affairs. These arguments (so the fate that destined all to Caesar would have it), prevailed; and when all their forces had met, they sailed together to Samos, and held high festivities. For, as it was ordered that all kings, princes, and governors, all nations and cities within the limits of Syria, the Maeotid Lake, Armenia, and Illyria, should bring or cause to be brought all munitions necessary for war, so was it also proclaimed that all stage-players should make their appearance at Samos; so that, while pretty nearly the whole world was filled with groans and lamentations, this one island for some days resounded with piping and harping, theaters filling, and choruses playing. Every city sent an ox as its contribution to the sacrifice, and the kings that accompanied Antony competed who should make the most magnificent feasts and the greatest presents; and men began to ask themselves, what would be done to celebrate the victory, when they went to such an expense of festivity at the opening of the war.
Antony was in Armenia when he received this response, and he quickly sent Canidius with sixteen legions toward the sea. Meanwhile, he, along with Cleopatra, went to Ephesus, where ships were arriving from all over to create a navy made up of eight hundred vessels, including cargo ships. Cleopatra contributed two hundred of those vessels, along with twenty thousand talents, and provisions for the entire army during the war. Following the advice of Domitius and others, Antony instructed Cleopatra to return to Egypt and wait for the outcome of the war. However, worried about a potential reconciliation through Octavia, she persuaded Canidius, offering him a large sum of money, to speak in her favor to Antony. She argued that it was unfair for someone who played such a crucial role in the war to be denied her share of glory in it. She also pointed out that it wouldn’t be wise to alienate the Egyptians, who were a significant part of his naval forces, and questioned how she was less capable than any of the kings serving alongside him. Having governed a large kingdom on her own for a long time and gained experience in public affairs, she made a strong case. These arguments, as fate would have it, were persuasive; and when all their forces assembled, they sailed together to Samos, celebrating with grand festivities. Kings, princes, and governors from all nations and cities within the regions of Syria, the Maeotid Lake, Armenia, and Illyria were ordered to provide all necessary war supplies, and it was also announced that all performers should appear at Samos. So, while nearly the entire world was filled with sorrow and lament, this one island echoed with music and entertainment for several days. Each city sent an ox for the sacrifice, and the kings who were with Antony competed to host the most extravagant feasts and give the greatest gifts. People started to wonder how they would celebrate a victory after witnessing such extravagant festivities at the start of the war.
This over, he gave Priene to his players for a habitation, and set sail for Athens, where fresh sports and play-acting employed him. Cleopatra, jealous of the honors Octavia had received at Athens (for Octavia was much beloved by the Athenians), courted the favor of the people with all sorts of attentions. The Athenians, in requital, having decreed her public honors, deputed several of the citizens to wait upon her at her house; amongst whom went Antony as one, he being an Athenian citizen, and he it was that made the speech. He sent orders to Rome to have Octavia removed out of his house. She left it, we are told, accompanied by all his children, except the eldest by Fulvia, who was then with his father, weeping and grieving that she must be looked upon as one of the causes of the war. But the Romans pitied, not so much her, as Antony himself, and more particularly those who had seen Cleopatra, whom they could report to have no way the advantage of Octavia either in youth or in beauty.
After that, he gave Priene to his actors to live in and set sail for Athens, where he got involved in new sports and performances. Cleopatra, feeling jealous of the honors Octavia received in Athens (since Octavia was very popular with the Athenians), tried to win the people over with various gestures. In return, the Athenians decided to honor her publicly and sent several citizens to visit her at her home; among them was Antony, who was an Athenian citizen, and he was the one who delivered the speech. He sent orders to Rome to have Octavia removed from his house. She left, we’re told, accompanied by all of his children except the eldest, who was with Fulvia at the time and who was crying and upset about being seen as one of the reasons for the war. However, the Romans felt sympathy, not so much for her, but for Antony himself, particularly those who had seen Cleopatra, who they reported had no advantage over Octavia in either youth or beauty.
The speed and extent of Antony’s preparations alarmed Caesar, who feared he might be forced to fight the decisive battle that summer. For he wanted many necessaries, and the people grudged very much to pay the taxes; freemen being called upon to pay a fourth part of their incomes, and freed slaves an eighth of their property, so that there were loud outcries against him, and disturbances throughout all Italy. And this is looked upon as one of the greatest of Antony’s oversights, that he did not then press the war. For he allowed time at once for Caesar to make his preparations, and for the commotions to pass over. For while people were having their money called for, they were mutinous and violent; but, having paid it, they held their peace. Titius and Plancus, men of consular dignity and friends to Antony, having been ill used by Cleopatra, whom they had most resisted in her design of being present in the war, came over to Caesar, and gave information of the contents of Antony’s will, with which they were acquainted. It was deposited in the hands of the vestal virgins, who refused to deliver it up, and sent Caesar word, if he pleased, he should come and seize it himself, which he did. And, reading it over to himself, he noted those places that were most for his purpose, and, having summoned the senate, read them publicly. Many were scandalized at the proceeding, thinking it out of reason and equity to call a man to account for what was not to be until after his death. Caesar specially pressed what Antony said in his will about his burial; for he had ordered that even if he died in the city of Rome, his body, after being carried in state through the forum, should be sent to Cleopatra at Alexandria. Calvisius, a dependent of Caesar’s, urged other charges in connection with Cleopatra against Antony; that he had given her the library of Pergamus, containing two hundred thousand distinct volumes; that at a great banquet, in the presence of many guests, he had risen up and rubbed her feet, to fulfill some wager or promise; that he had suffered the Ephesians to salute her as their queen; that he had frequently at the public audience of kings and princes received amorous messages written in tablets made of onyx and crystal, and read them openly on the tribunal; that when Furnius, a man of great authority and eloquence among the Romans, was pleading, Cleopatra happening to pass by in her chair, Antony started up and left them in the middle of their cause, to follow at her side and attend her home.
The speed and scale of Antony’s preparations worried Caesar, who feared he might have to fight the crucial battle that summer. He needed many supplies, and the people were very reluctant to pay the taxes; free citizens were required to pay a quarter of their income, and freed slaves an eighth of their property, leading to loud protests against him and unrest throughout all of Italy. This is considered one of Antony’s biggest mistakes: he didn’t push the war forward. He allowed time for Caesar to prepare and for the disturbances to settle. While people were being asked to pay, they were rebellious and aggressive; but once they paid, they fell silent. Titius and Plancus, notable men and Antony's allies, who had been mistreated by Cleopatra—who they had tried to resist in her plan to join the war—defected to Caesar and informed him about the contents of Antony’s will, which they knew about. It was held by the vestal virgins, who refused to release it and sent Caesar word that he could come and take it himself, which he did. After reading it, he noted the sections that were most beneficial to him and, after summoning the senate, read those parts publicly. Many were shocked by this action, believing it was unreasonable and unfair to hold someone accountable for something that wouldn't take effect until after their death. Caesar particularly emphasized what Antony had stated in his will about his burial; he had ordered that even if he died in Rome, his body should be conveyed through the forum in a grand procession and sent to Cleopatra in Alexandria. Calvisius, a supporter of Caesar, brought up other accusations against Antony related to Cleopatra; that he had given her the library of Pergamon, which contained two hundred thousand unique volumes; that during a lavish banquet, in front of many guests, he had stood up and rubbed her feet to satisfy some bet or promise; that he allowed the Ephesians to greet her as their queen; that he had often received romantic messages written on onyx and crystal tablets during public audiences with kings and princes, which he read aloud on the tribunal; and that when Furnius, a highly respected and eloquent Roman, was speaking, Cleopatra passed by in her litter, causing Antony to abruptly abandon the discussion to accompany her home.
Calvisius, however, was looked upon as the inventor of most of these stories. Antony’s friends went up and down the city to gain him credit, and sent one of themselves, Geminius, to him, to beg him to take heed and not allow himself to be deprived by vote of his authority, and proclaimed a public enemy to the Roman state. But Geminius no sooner arrived in Greece but he was looked upon as one of Octavia’s spies; at their suppers he was made a continual butt for mockery, and was put to sit in the least honorable places; all which he bore very well, seeking only an occasion of speaking with Antony. So, at supper, being told to say what business he came about, he answered he would keep the rest for a soberer hour, but one thing he had to say, whether full or fasting, that all would go well if Cleopatra would return to Egypt. And on Antony showing his anger at it, “You have done well, Geminius,” said Cleopatra, “to tell your secret without being put to the rack.” So Geminius, after a few days, took occasion to make his escape and go to Rome. Many more of Antony’s friends were driven from him by the insolent usage they had from Cleopatra’s flatterers, amongst whom were Marcus Silanus and Dellius the historian. And Dellius says he was afraid of his life, and that Glaucus, the physician, informed him of Cleopatra’s design against him. She was angry with him for having said that Antony’s friends were served with sour wine, while at Rome Sarmentus, Caesar’s little page (his delicia, as the Romans call it), drank Falernian.
Calvisius, however, was seen as the creator of most of these stories. Antony’s friends went around the city to boost his reputation and sent one of their own, Geminius, to him, asking him to pay attention and not let himself be stripped of his authority by a vote and declared a public enemy of the Roman state. But as soon as Geminius arrived in Greece, he was regarded as one of Octavia’s spies; at their dinners, he became a constant target for mockery and was forced to sit in the least honorable spots. He handled it well, only seeking a chance to talk to Antony. So, during dinner, when asked to explain why he came, he replied that he would save the rest for a more serious time, but had one thing to say, whether he was full or fasting: that everything would go well if Cleopatra returned to Egypt. When Antony expressed his anger over this, Cleopatra responded, “You’ve done well, Geminius, to reveal your secret without being tortured.” After a few days, Geminius found an opportunity to escape and go to Rome. Many more of Antony’s friends were driven away by the rude treatment they received from Cleopatra’s flatterers, including Marcus Silanus and Dellius the historian. Dellius claimed he feared for his life and that Glaucus, the doctor, had warned him about Cleopatra’s plot against him. She was upset with him for saying that Antony’s friends were served sour wine, while in Rome, Sarmentus, Caesar’s little page (his favorite, as the Romans called him), drank Falernian.
As soon as Caesar had completed his preparations, he had a decree made, declaring war on Cleopatra, and depriving Antony of the authority which he had let a woman exercise in his place. Caesar added that he had drunk potions that had bereaved him of his senses, and that the generals they would have to fight with would be Mardion the eunuch, Pothinus, Iras, Cleopatra’s hairdressing girl, and Charmion, who were Antony’s chief state-councillors.
As soon as Caesar finished his preparations, he issued a decree declaring war on Cleopatra and taking back the authority Antony had allowed a woman to wield in his stead. Caesar also mentioned that he had taken potions that had driven him mad, and that the generals they would be facing would be Mardion the eunuch, Pothinus, Iras, Cleopatra’s hairdresser, and Charmion, who were Antony’s main advisors.
These prodigies are said to have announced the war. Pisaurum, where Antony had settled a colony, on the Adriatic sea, was swallowed up by an earthquake; sweat ran from one of the marble statues of Antony at Alba for many days together, and, though frequently wiped off, did not stop. When he himself was in the city of Patrae, the temple of Hercules was struck by lightning, and, at Athens, the figure of Bacchus was torn by a violent wind out of the Battle of the Giants, and laid flat upon the theater; with both which deities Antony claimed connection, professing to be descended from Hercules, and from his imitating Bacchus in his way of living having received the name of Young Bacchus. The same whirlwind at Athens also brought down, from amongst many others which were not disturbed, the colossal statues of Eumenes and Attalus, which were inscribed with Antony’s name. And in Cleopatra’s admiral-galley, which was called the Antonias, a most inauspicious omen occurred. Some swallows had built in the stern of the galley, but other swallows came, beat the first away, and destroyed their nests.
These signs are said to have predicted the war. Pisaurum, where Antony had established a colony on the Adriatic Sea, was destroyed by an earthquake; sweat ran from one of the marble statues of Antony in Alba for many days and, despite being wiped off frequently, wouldn’t stop. While he was in the city of Patrae, the temple of Hercules was hit by lightning, and in Athens, a strong wind ripped the figure of Bacchus from the Battle of the Giants and knocked it down in the theater; Antony claimed connections to both of these deities, asserting that he was descended from Hercules, and he earned the nickname Young Bacchus for mimicking Bacchus in his lifestyle. The same whirlwind in Athens also knocked down the colossal statues of Eumenes and Attalus, which were marked with Antony’s name, while many other statues remained untouched. And in Cleopatra’s flagship, known as the Antonias, a bad omen occurred. Some swallows had made their nests at the back of the ship, but other swallows came, drove the first ones away, and destroyed their nests.
When the armaments gathered for the war, Antony had no less than five hundred ships of war, including numerous galleys of eight and ten banks of oars, as richly ornamented as if they were meant for a triumph. He had a hundred thousand foot and twelve thousand horse. He had vassal kings attending, Bocchus of Libya, Tarcondemus of the Upper Cilicia, Archelaus of Cappadocia, Philadelphus of Paphlagonia, Mithridates of Commagene, and Sadalas of Thrace; all these were with him in person. Out of Pontus Polemon sent him considerable forces, as did also Malchus from Arabia, Herod the Jew, and Amyntas, king of Lycaonia and Galatia; also the Median king sent some troops to join him. Caesar had two hundred and fifty galleys of war, eighty thousand foot, and horse about equal to the enemy. Antony’s empire extended from Euphrates and Armenia to the Ionian sea and the Illyrians; Caesar’s, from Illyria to the westward ocean, and from the ocean all along the Tuscan and Sicilian sea. Of Africa, Caesar had all the coast opposite to Italy, Gaul, and Spain, as far as the Pillars of Hercules, and Antony the provinces from Cyrene to Ethiopia.
When the armies were gathering for the war, Antony had no less than five hundred warships, including many galleys with eight and ten rows of oars, all lavishly decorated as if they were meant for a victory celebration. He had one hundred thousand infantry and twelve thousand cavalry. He was accompanied by kings who were his allies: Bocchus of Libya, Tarcondemus of Upper Cilicia, Archelaus of Cappadocia, Philadelphus of Paphlagonia, Mithridates of Commagene, and Sadalas of Thrace; all of them were with him in person. From Pontus, Polemon sent him a significant number of troops, as did Malchus from Arabia, Herod the Jew, and Amyntas, the king of Lycaonia and Galatia; the king of Media also contributed some soldiers to his ranks. Caesar had two hundred and fifty war galleys, eighty thousand infantry, and cavalry that was roughly equal to Antony’s forces. Antony’s territory stretched from the Euphrates and Armenia to the Ionian Sea and the Illyrians; Caesar’s empire covered from Illyria to the western ocean, and from that ocean all the way along the Tuscan and Sicilian Sea. In Africa, Caesar controlled the entire coast opposite to Italy, as well as Gaul and Spain, up to the Pillars of Hercules, while Antony governed the provinces from Cyrene to Ethiopia.
But so wholly was he now the mere appendage to the person of Cleopatra, that, although he was much superior to the enemy in land-forces, yet, out of complaisance to his mistress, he wished the victory to be gained by sea, and that, too, when he could not but see how, for want of sailors, his captains, all through unhappy Greece, were pressing every description of men, common travelers and ass-drivers, harvest laborers and boys, and for all this the vessels had not their complements, but remained, most of them, ill-manned and badly rowed. Caesar, on the other side, had ships that were built not for size or show, but for service, not pompous galleys, but light, swift, and perfectly manned; and from his head-quarters at Tarentum and Brundusium he sent messages to Antony not to protract the war, but come out with his forces; he would give him secure roadsteads and ports for his fleet, and, for his land army to disembark and pitch their camp, he would leave him as much ground in Italy, inland from the sea, as a horse could traverse in a single course. Antony, on the other side, with the like bold language, challenged him to a single combat, though he were much the older; and, that being refused, proposed to meet him in the Pharsalian fields, where Caesar and Pompey had fought before. But whilst Antony lay with his fleet near Actium, where now stands Nicopolis, Caesar seized his opportunity, and crossed the Ionian sea, securing himself at a place in Epirus called the Ladle. And when those about Antony were much disturbed, their land-forces being a good way off, “Indeed,” said Cleopatra, in mockery, “we may well be frightened if Caesar has got hold of the Ladle!”
But he had become so completely an extension of Cleopatra that, even though he had a stronger army on land, he wanted the victory to come from the sea to please her. He could see that, due to a lack of sailors, his captains were scraping together anyone they could find in unfortunate Greece—common travelers, donkey drivers, farm workers, and boys—and even then, many of their ships were understaffed and poorly rowed. On the other hand, Caesar had ships designed for function, not grandeur; they were light, fast, and fully crewed. From his headquarters in Tarentum and Brundusium, he messaged Antony to not prolong the war and to come out with his forces. He promised him secure anchorages and ports for his fleet and would provide enough land in Italy, away from the sea, for his army to disembark and camp, as far as a horse could travel in a single trip. Antony, for his part, boldly challenged him to a duel, even though he was the older one; when that was turned down, he suggested they meet in the fields of Pharsalus, where Caesar and Pompey had fought before. But while Antony was anchored near Actium, where Nicopolis now stands, Caesar took his chance and crossed the Ionian Sea, securing a position in Epirus called the Ladle. When Antony's people became anxious because their land forces were far off, Cleopatra mockingly said, “We should really be scared if Caesar has taken the Ladle!”
On the morrow, Antony, seeing the enemy sailing up, and fearing lest his ships might be taken for want of the soldiers to go on board of them, armed all the rowers, and made a show upon the decks of being in readiness to fight; the oars were mounted as if waiting to be put in motion, and the vessels themselves drawn up to face the enemy on either side of the channel of Actium, as though they were properly manned, and ready for an engagement And Caesar, deceived by this stratagem, retired. He was also thought to have shown considerable skill in cutting off the water from the enemy by some lines of trenches and forts, water not being plentiful anywhere else, nor very good. And again, his conduct to Domitius was generous, much against the will of Cleopatra. For when he had made his escape in a little boat to Caesar, having then a fever upon him, although Antony could not but resent it highly, yet he sent after him his whole equipage, with his friends and servants; and Domitius, as if he would give a testimony to the world how repentant he had become on his desertion and treachery being thus manifest, died soon after. Among the kings, also, Amyntas and Deiotarus went over to Caesar. And the fleet was so unfortunate in everything that was undertaken, and so unready on every occasion, that Antony was driven again to put his confidence in the land-forces. Canidius, too, who commanded the legions, when he saw how things stood, changed his opinion, and now was of advice that Cleopatra should be sent back, and that, retiring into Thrace or Macedonia, the quarrel should be decided in a land fight. For Dicomes, also, the king of the Getae, promised to come and join him with a great army, and it would not be any kind of disparagement to him to yield the sea to Caesar, who, in the Sicilian wars, had had such long practice in ship-fighting; on the contrary, it would be simply ridiculous for Antony, who was by land the most experienced commander living, to make no use of his well-disciplined and numerous infantry, scattering and wasting his forces by parceling them out in the ships. But for all this, Cleopatra prevailed that a sea-fight should determine all, having already an eye to flight, and ordering all her affairs, not so as to assist in gaining a victory, but to escape with the greatest safety from the first commencement of a defeat.
The next day, Antony saw the enemy approaching and worried that his ships might be captured because he didn’t have soldiers to crew them. He armed all the rowers and made it look like they were ready to fight; the oars were positioned as if they were about to move, and the ships were lined up facing the enemy on both sides of the Actium channel, as if they were fully manned and prepared for battle. Caesar, tricked by this ruse, pulled back. He was also credited with cleverly cutting off the enemy's access to water by constructing trenches and forts, as water supplies were scarce and not very good elsewhere. Furthermore, Antony acted generously towards Domitius, much to Cleopatra's dismay. After Domitius managed to escape to Caesar in a little boat while suffering from a fever, Antony, despite his resentment, sent him all his belongings, friends, and servants. Domitius, wanting to show the world how regretful he was for his desertion and betrayal, died shortly after. Among the kings, Amyntas and Deiotarus also sided with Caesar. Antony's fleet faced constant misfortune and was unprepared at every turn, which led him to rely more on his land forces. Canidius, who led the legions, noticing the situation, changed his mind and suggested that Cleopatra be sent back, and that they should retreat to Thrace or Macedonia, settling the conflict with a land battle. Dicomes, the king of the Getae, promised to join him with a large army, and it wouldn’t be a disgrace for him to concede the sea to Caesar, who had extensive experience in naval combat during the Sicilian wars. On the contrary, it would be absurd for Antony—an exceptional commander on land—not to utilize his well-trained and numerous infantry, but instead divide and weaken his forces by placing them on ships. Still, Cleopatra managed to convince him that a sea battle should decide everything, already planning for her escape and organizing matters not to secure a victory but to flee safely at the first sign of defeat.
There were two long walls, extending from the camp to the station of the ships, between which Antony used to pass to and fro without suspecting any danger. But Caesar, upon the suggestion of a servant that it would not be difficult to surprise him, laid an ambush, which, rising up somewhat too hastily, seized the man that came just before him, he himself escaping narrowly by flight.
There were two long walls stretching from the camp to the ship station, where Antony would go back and forth without realizing he was in danger. However, Caesar, taking advice from a servant who said it wouldn’t be hard to catch him off guard, set up an ambush. It sprang up a bit too quickly and caught the man who was just ahead of Antony, while Caesar barely escaped by running away.
When it was resolved to stand to a fight at sea, they set fire to all the Egyptian ships except sixty; and of these the best and largest, from ten banks down to three, he manned with twenty thousand full-armed men, and two thousand archers. Here it is related that a foot captain, one that had fought often under Antony, and had his body all mangled with wounds, exclaimed, “O, my general, what have our wounds and swords done to displease you, that you should give your confidence to rotten timbers? Let Egyptians and Phoenicians contend at sea, give us the land, where we know well how to die upon the spot or gain the victory.” To which he answered nothing, but, by his look and motion of his hand seeming to bid him be of good courage, passed forwards, having already, it would seem, no very sure hopes, since when the masters proposed leaving the sails behind them, he commanded they should be put aboard, “For we must not,” said he, “let one enemy escape.”
When it was decided to fight at sea, they set fire to all the Egyptian ships except for sixty. Of those, the best and largest, ranging from ten banks down to three, were manned with twenty thousand fully armed men and two thousand archers. It is said that a foot captain, who had fought many times under Antony and had his body covered in wounds, shouted, “Oh, my general, what have our wounds and swords done to upset you, that you trust in rotten timbers? Let the Egyptians and Phoenicians fight at sea; give us the land, where we know how to either die right here or win the battle.” He didn’t respond but, with a look and a gesture of his hand that seemed to urge him to stay strong, moved forward, having apparently lost much hope, since when the captains suggested leaving the sails behind, he ordered them to be brought on board. “For we must not,” he said, “let a single enemy escape.”
That day and the three following the sea was so rough they could not engage. But on the fifth there was a calm, and they fought; Antony commanding with Publicola the right, and Coelius the left squadron, Marcus Octavius and Marcus Insteius the center. Caesar gave the charge of the left to Agrippa, commanding in person on the right. As for the land-forces, Canidius was general for Antony, Taurus for Caesar; both armies remaining drawn up in order along the shore. Antony in a small boat went from one ship to another, encouraging his soldiers, and bidding them stand firm, and fight as steadily on their large ships as if they were on land. The masters he ordered that they should receive the enemy lying still as if they were at anchor, and maintain the entrance of the port, which was a narrow and difficult passage. Of Caesar they relate, that, leaving his tent and going round, while it was yet dark, to visit the ships, he met a man driving an ass, and asked him his name. He answered him that his own name was “Fortunate, and my ass,” says he, “is called Conqueror.” And afterwards, when he disposed the beaks of the ships in that place in token of his victory, the statue of this man and his ass in bronze were placed amongst them. After examining the rest of his fleet, he went in a boat to the right wing, and looked with much admiration at the enemy lying perfectly still in the straits, in all appearance as if they had been at anchor. For some considerable length of time he actually thought they were so, and kept his own ships at rest, at a distance of about eight furlongs from them. But about noon a breeze sprang up from the sea, and Antony’s men, weary of expecting the enemy so long, and trusting to their large tall vessels, as if they had been invincible, began to advance the left squadron. Caesar was overjoyed to see them move, and ordered his own right squadron to retire, that he might entice them out to sea as far as he could, his design being to sail round and round, and so with his light and well-manned galleys to attack these huge vessels, which their size and their want of men made slow to move and difficult to manage.
That day and the three days after, the sea was so rough they couldn't engage. But on the fifth day, the water was calm, and they fought; Antony commanded the right with Publicola, and Coelius led the left squadron, while Marcus Octavius and Marcus Insteius took the center. Caesar put Agrippa in charge of the left, while he commanded in person on the right. For the land forces, Canidius was the general for Antony and Taurus for Caesar; both armies remained arranged along the shore. Antony, in a small boat, went from ship to ship, encouraging his soldiers and telling them to stand firm and fight as steadily on their large ships as if they were on land. He instructed the captains to face the enemy as if they were anchored and to secure the entrance of the port, which was a narrow and challenging passage. It’s said that Caesar, leaving his tent early in the dark to check on the ships, met a man leading a donkey and asked for his name. The man replied, “My name is Fortunate, and my donkey is called Conqueror.” Later, when Caesar arranged the ship’s prows in that location as a sign of his victory, he had a bronze statue of the man and his donkey set among them. After examining the rest of his fleet, he went by boat to the right wing and looked in admiration at the enemy lying perfectly still in the straits, seemingly at anchor. For a significant amount of time, he actually believed they were anchored and kept his own ships at a distance of about eight furlongs. But around noon, a breeze came up from the sea, and Antony’s men, tired of waiting for the enemy and confident in their large tall vessels, began to advance the left squadron. Caesar was thrilled to see them move and ordered his own right squadron to retreat, hoping to lure them out to sea as far as possible, planning to circle around and attack these massive ships with his lighter, well-manned galleys, which would have an advantage as the enemy’s size and lack of crew made them slow and hard to maneuver.
When they engaged, there was no charging or striking of one ship by another, because Antony’s, by reason of their great bulk, were incapable of the rapidity required to make the stroke effectual, and, on the other side, Caesar’s durst not charge head to head on Antony’s, which were all armed with solid masses and spikes of brass; nor did they like even to run in on their sides, which were so strongly built with great squared pieces of timber, fastened together with iron bolts, that their vessels’ beaks would easily have been shattered upon them. So that the engagement resembled a land fight, or, to speak yet more properly, the attack and defense of a fortified place; for there were always three or four vessels of Caesar’s about one of Antony’s, pressing them with spears, javelins, poles, and several inventions of fire, which they flung among them, Antony’s men using catapults also, to pour down missiles from wooden towers. Agrippa drawing out the squadron under his command to outflank the enemy, Publicola was obliged to observe his motions, and gradually to break off from the middle squadron, where some confusion and alarm ensued, while Arruntius engaged them. But the fortune of the day was still undecided, and the battle equal, when on a sudden Cleopatra’s sixty ships were seen hoisting sail and making out to sea in full flight, right through the ships that were engaged. For they were placed behind the great ships, which, in breaking through, they put into disorder. The enemy was astonished to see them sailing off with a fair wind towards Peloponnesus. Here it was that Antony showed to all the world that he was no longer actuated by the thoughts and motives of a commander or a man, or indeed by his own judgment at all, and what was once said as a jest, that the soul of a lover lives in some one else’s body, he proved to be a serious truth. For, as if he had been born part of her, and must move with her wheresoever she went, as soon as he saw her ship sailing away, he abandoned all that were fighting and spending their lives for him, and put himself aboard a galley of five ranks of oars, taking with him only Alexander of Syria and Scellias, to follow her that had so well begun his ruin and would hereafter accomplish it.
When they engaged, there was no collision between their ships, because Antony’s vessels, due to their enormous size, couldn’t move quickly enough to make a hit count. On the other hand, Caesar’s ships didn’t dare charge straight into Antony’s, which were heavily armed with solid masses and spikes of brass; they also didn’t want to attack from the side, as those ships were built so robustly with large, squared timber pieces fastened with iron bolts that their ships' prows would easily have been wrecked against them. The battle resembled a land fight, or more accurately, the attack and defense of a fortified position; Caesar’s ships would often surround one of Antony’s, bombarding them with spears, javelins, poles, and various fire weapons. Antony’s men also used catapults to launch projectiles from wooden towers. Agrippa maneuvered his squadron to flank the enemy, forcing Publicola to keep an eye on him, which caused a bit of confusion and alarm in the middle squadron while Arruntius engaged them. The outcome of the day was still uncertain and the battle was even when suddenly Cleopatra’s sixty ships were spotted hoisting sails and fleeing out to sea, cutting right through the engaged ships. They had been positioned behind the larger ships, and as they broke through, it caused chaos. The enemy was shocked to see them sailing away with a favorable wind toward Peloponnesus. This was when Antony revealed to everyone that he was no longer guided by the thoughts and motives of a commander or even his own judgment. What had once been said in jest, that the soul of a lover lives in someone else’s body, turned out to be true. As if he were born to be part of her and had to move with her wherever she went, the moment he saw her ship leaving, he abandoned those who were fighting and sacrificing themselves for him, boarding a galley with five rows of oars, taking only Alexander of Syria and Scellias to follow the woman who had begun his downfall and would ultimately complete it.
She, perceiving him to follow, gave the signal to come aboard. So, as soon as he came up with them, he was taken into the ship. But without seeing her or letting himself be seen by her, he went forward by himself, and sat alone, without a word, in the ship’s prow, covering his face with his two hands. In the meanwhile, some of Caesar’s light Liburnian ships, that were in pursuit, came in sight. But on Antony’s commanding to face about, they all gave back except Eurycles the Laconian, who pressed on, shaking a lance from the deck, as if he meant to hurl it at him. Antony, standing at the prow, demanded of him, “Who is this that pursues Antony?” “I am,” said he, “Eurycles, the son of Lachares, armed with Caesar’s fortune to revenge my father’s death.” Lachares had been condemned for a robbery, and beheaded by Antony’s orders. However, Eurycles did not attack Antony, but ran with his full force upon the other admiral-galley (for there were two of them), and with the blow turned her round, and took both her and another ship, in which was a quantity of rich plate and furniture. So soon as Eurycles was gone, Antony returned to his posture, and sat silent, and thus he remained for three days, either in anger with Cleopatra, or wishing not to upbraid her, at the end of which they touched at Taenarus. Here the women of their company succeeded first in bringing them to speak, and afterwards to eat and sleep together. And, by this time, several of the ships of burden and some of his friends began to come in to him from the rout, bringing news of his fleet’s being quite destroyed, but that the land-forces, they thought, still stood firm. So that he sent messengers to Canidius to march the army with all speed through Macedonia into Asia. And, designing himself to go from Taenarus into Africa, he gave one of the merchant ships, laden with a large sum of money, and vessels of silver and gold of great value, belonging to the royal collections, to his friends, desiring them to share it amongst them, and provide for their own safety. They refusing his kindness with tears in their eyes, he comforted them with all the goodness and humanity imaginable, entreating them to leave him, and wrote letters in their behalf to Theophilus, his steward, at Corinth, that he would provide for their security, and keep them concealed till such time as they could make their peace with Caesar. This Theophilus was the father of Hipparchus, who had such interest with Antony, who was the first of all his freedmen that went over to Caesar, and who settled afterwards at Corinth. In this posture were affairs with Antony.
She saw him following and signaled for him to come aboard. As soon as he reached them, he was taken onto the ship. But without seeing her or allowing himself to be seen, he moved to the front of the ship and sat quietly, covering his face with his hands. Meanwhile, some of Caesar’s light Liburnian ships that were chasing them came into view. However, when Antony ordered them to turn back, they all retreated except for Eurycles the Laconian, who advanced, shaking a spear from the deck as if he intended to throw it at him. Antony, standing at the front, asked him, “Who is this that pursues Antony?” “I am,” he replied, “Eurycles, the son of Lachares, armed with Caesar’s fortune to avenge my father’s death.” Lachares had been condemned for robbery and executed by Antony’s orders. However, instead of attacking Antony, Eurycles charged with full force at the other admiral-galley (there were two of them), slamming into her and capturing both her and another ship, which contained a large quantity of valuable silver and gold. Once Eurycles was gone, Antony returned to his position, sitting in silence, remaining that way for three days, either angry with Cleopatra or choosing not to confront her, until they reached Taenarus. Here, the women in their group managed to get them to talk and then to eat and sleep together. By that time, several supply ships and some of his friends began to arrive with news that his fleet had been completely destroyed, but they believed the land forces were still holding strong. So, he sent messengers to Canidius to get the army to march quickly through Macedonia into Asia. Planning to go from Taenarus to Africa, he handed one of the merchant ships, loaded with a large amount of money and valuable silver and gold items from the royal collection, to his friends, asking them to share it among themselves and ensure their own safety. When they tearfully rejected his generosity, he comforted them with warmth and kindness, urging them to leave, and he wrote letters on their behalf to Theophilus, his steward in Corinth, asking him to ensure their safety and keep them hidden until they could negotiate peace with Caesar. Theophilus was the father of Hipparchus, who had a close relationship with Antony, and he was the first among all his freedmen to side with Caesar and later settled in Corinth. This was the status of affairs with Antony.
But at Actium, his fleet, after a long resistance to Caesar, and suffering the most damage from a heavy sea that set in right ahead, scarcely, at four in the afternoon, gave up the contest, with the loss of not more than five thousand men killed, but of three hundred ships taken, as Caesar himself has recorded. Only few had known of Antony’s flight; and those who were told of it could not at first give any belief to so incredible a thing, as that a general who had nineteen entire legions and twelve thousand horse upon the sea-shore, could abandon all and fly away; and he, above all, who had so often experienced both good and evil fortune, and had in a thousand wars and battles been inured to changes. His soldiers, howsoever would not give up their desires and expectations, still fancying he would appear from some part or other, and showed such a generous fidelity to his service, that, when they were thoroughly assured that he was fled in earnest, they kept themselves in a body seven days, making no account of the messages that Caesar sent to them. But at last, seeing that Canidius himself, who commanded them, was fled from the camp by night, and that all their officers had quite abandoned them, they gave way, and made their submission to the conqueror. After this, Caesar set sail for Athens, where he made a settlement with Greece, and distributed what remained of the provision of corn that Antony had made for his army among the cities, which were in a miserable condition, despoiled of their money, their slaves, their horses, and beasts of service. My great-grandfather Nicarchus used to relate, that the whole body of the people of our city were put in requisition to carry each one a certain measure of corn upon their shoulders to the sea-side near Anticyra, men standing by to quicken them with the lash. They had made one journey of the kind, but when they had just measured out the corn and were putting it on their backs for a second, news came of Antony’s defeat, and so saved Chaeronea, for all Antony’s purveyors and soldiers fled upon the news, and left them to divide the corn among themselves.
But at Actium, after holding out against Caesar for a long time and taking heavy damage from waves crashing against them, his fleet finally gave up the fight around four in the afternoon, losing no more than five thousand men killed but losing three hundred ships, as Caesar himself noted. Only a few knew about Antony’s escape, and those who were informed could hardly believe it — that a general with nineteen full legions and twelve thousand cavalry stationed on the shoreline could just abandon everything and run away; especially someone who had faced both fortune and misfortune, and had been hardened by countless wars and battles. His soldiers, however, wouldn’t give up their hopes and expectations, still imagining that he would appear from somewhere, and they remained faithfully loyal to him. When they were finally convinced that he had truly fled, they stayed together for seven days, disregarding the messages Caesar sent them. But eventually, when they saw that Canidius, their commander, had slipped away from camp at night and that all their officers had completely deserted them, they surrendered and submitted to the conqueror. After this, Caesar sailed to Athens, where he made arrangements with Greece and distributed what was left of the grain supplies that Antony had prepared for his army to the cities, which were in terrible shape, stripped of their money, slaves, horses, and livestock. My great-grandfather Nicarchus used to say that the entire population of our city was ordered to carry a certain measure of grain on their shoulders to the seaside near Anticyra, with men standing by to urge them on with whips. They had made one trip like that, but just as they were measuring out the grain for a second time and preparing to load it onto their backs, news of Antony’s defeat came, which saved Chaeronea, as all of Antony’s suppliers and soldiers fled at the news, leaving them to divide the grain among themselves.
When Antony came into Africa, he sent on Cleopatra from Paraetonium into Egypt, and stayed himself in the most entire solitude that he could desire, roaming and wandering about with only two friends, one a Greek, Aristocrates, a rhetorician, and the other a Roman, Lucilius, of whom we have elsewhere spoken, how, at Philippi, to give Brutus time to escape, he suffered himself to be taken by the pursuers, pretending he was Brutus. Antony gave him his life, and on this account he remained true and faithful to him to the last.
When Antony arrived in Africa, he sent Cleopatra ahead from Paraetonium to Egypt and chose to remain in complete solitude as much as he could, wandering around with just two friends: one was a Greek named Aristocrates, a rhetorician, and the other was a Roman named Lucilius, whom we’ve mentioned before. At Philippi, to give Brutus a chance to flee, he allowed himself to be captured by the pursuers, pretending to be Brutus. Antony spared his life, and because of this, Lucilius stayed loyal and faithful to him until the end.
But when also the officer who commanded for him in Africa, to whose care he had committed all his forces there, took them over to Caesar, he resolved to kill himself, but was hindered by his friends. And coming to Alexandria, he found Cleopatra busied in a most bold and wonderful enterprise. Over the small space of land which divides the Red Sea from the sea near Egypt, which may be considered also the boundary between Asia and Africa, and in the narrowest place is not much above three hundred furlongs across, over this neck of land Cleopatra had formed a project of dragging her fleet, and setting it afloat in the Arabian Gulf, thus with her soldiers and her treasure to secure herself a home on the other side, where she might live in peace, far away from war and slavery. But the first galleys which were carried over being burnt by the Arabians of Petra, and Antony not knowing but that the army before Actium still held together, she desisted from her enterprise, and gave orders for the fortifying all the approaches to Egypt. But Antony, leaving the city and the conversation of his friends, built him a dwelling-place in the water, near Pharos, upon a little mole which he cast up in the sea, and there, secluding himself from the company of mankind, said he desired nothing but to live the life of Timon; as, indeed, his case was the same, and the ingratitude and injuries which he suffered from those he had esteemed his friends, made him hate and mistrust all mankind.
But when the officer he had put in charge in Africa, who was responsible for all his forces there, handed them over to Caesar, he decided to kill himself, but his friends stopped him. When he arrived in Alexandria, he found Cleopatra engaged in a bold and ambitious project. She planned to transport her fleet across the narrow land that separates the Red Sea from the sea near Egypt, which also acts as the boundary between Asia and Africa. At its narrowest point, it is not much more than three hundred furlongs wide. Cleopatra aimed to drag her ships over this land and launch them in the Arabian Gulf, so she could establish a secure home on the other side, living in peace, away from war and slavery. However, the first galleys that were moved over were set on fire by the Arabs from Petra, and Antony, unaware that the army before Actium was still intact, gave up on the venture and ordered all approaches to Egypt to be fortified. Meanwhile, Antony left the city and his friends, building a dwelling in the water near Pharos on a small mole he constructed in the sea. There, isolating himself from other people, he claimed he wanted nothing more than to live like Timon; indeed, his situation was similar, as the ingratitude and harm he faced from those he had once considered friends caused him to despise and distrust humankind.
This Timon was a citizen of Athens, and lived much about the Peloponnesian war, as may be seen by the comedies of Aristophanes and Plato, in which he is ridiculed as the hater and enemy of mankind. He avoided and repelled the approaches of everyone, but embraced with kisses and the greatest show of affection Alcibiades, then in his hot youth. And when Apemantus was astonished, and demanded the reason, he replied that he knew this young man would one day do infinite mischief to the Athenians. He never admitted anyone into his company, except at times this Apemantus, who was of the same sort of temper, and was an imitator of his way of life. At the celebration of the festival of flagons, these two kept the feast together, and Apemantus saying to him, “What a pleasant party, Timon!” “It would be,” he answered, “if you were away.” One day he got up in a full assembly on the speaker’s place, and when there was a dead silence and great wonder at so unusual a sight, he said, “Ye men of Athens, I have a little plot of ground, and in it grows a fig-tree, on which many citizens have been pleased to hang themselves; and now, having resolved to build in that place, I wished to announce it publicly that any of you who may be desirous may go and hang yourselves before I cut it down.” He died and was buried at Halae, near the sea, where it so happened that, after his burial, a land-slip took place on the point of the shore, and the sea, flowing in, surrounded his tomb, and made it inaccessible to the foot of man. It bore this inscription: —
This Timon was a citizen of Athens and lived around the time of the Peloponnesian War, as can be seen in the comedies of Aristophanes and Plato, where he is mocked as a hater and enemy of humanity. He avoided and shunned everyone, but warmly welcomed and showed great affection to Alcibiades, who was then a passionate youth. When Apemantus was surprised and asked why, he replied that he knew this young man would one day cause immense trouble for the Athenians. He rarely let anyone into his circle, except occasionally for Apemantus, who shared his temperament and mimicked his lifestyle. During the festival of flagons, the two celebrated together, and when Apemantus remarked, “What a nice gathering, Timon!” he responded, “It would be, if you weren’t here.” One day, he stood up in front of a full assembly, and when there was a hushed silence and much curiosity at such an odd sight, he said, “Men of Athens, I have a small plot of land where a fig-tree grows, and many citizens have chosen to hang themselves from it; now, since I plan to build there, I want to publicly announce that anyone who wishes to can go ahead and hang themselves before I cut it down.” He died and was buried in Halae, by the sea, where a landslide happened after his burial, and the sea came in, surrounding his tomb and making it unreachable. It had this inscription: —
Here am I laid, my life of misery done.
Ask not my name, I curse you every one.
Here I lie, my life of suffering over.
Don't ask my name, I curse all of you.
And this epitaph was made by himself while yet alive; that which is more generally known is by Callimachus: —
And this epitaph was created by him while he was still alive; the one that's more commonly known is by Callimachus: —
Timon, the misanthrope, am I below.
Go, and revile me, traveler, only go.
Timon, the misanthrope, is below.
Go ahead and insult me, traveler, just leave.
Thus much of Timon, of whom much more might be said. Canidius now came, bringing word in person of the loss of the army before Actium. Then he received news that Herod of Judaea was gone over to Caesar with some legions and cohorts, and that the other kings and princes were in like manner deserting him, and that, out of Egypt, nothing stood by him. All this, however, seemed not to disturb him, but, as if he were glad to put away all hope, that with it he might be rid of all care, and leaving his habitation by the sea, which he called the Timoneum, he was received by Cleopatra in the palace, and set the whole city into a course of feasting, drinking, and presents. The son of Caesar and Cleopatra was registered among the youths, and Antyllus, his own son by Fulvia, received the gown without the purple border, given to those that are come of age; in honor of which the citizens of Alexandria did nothing but feast and revel for many days. They themselves broke up the Order of the Inimitable Livers, and constituted another in its place, not inferior in splendor, luxury, and sumptuosity, calling it that of the Diers together. For all those that said they would die with Antony and Cleopatra gave in their names, for the present passing their time in all manner of pleasures and a regular succession of banquets. But Cleopatra was busied in making a collection of all varieties of poisonous drugs, and, in order to see which of them were the least painful in the operation, she had them tried upon prisoners condemned to die. But, finding that the quick poisons always worked with sharp pains, and that the less painful were slow, she next tried venomous animals, and watched with her own eyes whilst they were applied, one creature to the body of another. This was her daily practice, and she pretty well satisfied herself that nothing was comparable to the bite of the asp, which, without convulsion or groaning, brought on a heavy drowsiness and lethargy, with a gentle sweat on the face, the senses being stupefied by degrees; the patient, in appearance, being sensible of no pain, but rather troubled to be disturbed or awakened, like those that are in a profound natural sleep.
So much for Timon, though there's a lot more to say. Canidius arrived, personally delivering the news of the army's defeat at Actium. Then he learned that Herod of Judea had joined Caesar with some legions and cohorts, and that other kings and princes were abandoning him too, leaving him with no support from Egypt. Despite all this, he seemed unfazed, as if he was relieved to let go of all hope and, in doing so, rid himself of all worry. Leaving his seaside home, which he called the Timoneum, he was welcomed by Cleopatra in the palace, setting the entire city into a frenzy of feasting, drinking, and gift-giving. The son of Caesar and Cleopatra was officially counted among the youth, and Antyllus, his son with Fulvia, received the gown without the purple border, awarded to those reaching adulthood; in celebration, the citizens of Alexandria spent several days in revelry. They disbanded the Order of the Inimitable Livers and established another one just as lavishly named the Order of the Diers. Everyone who claimed they would die with Antony and Cleopatra signed up, enjoying all kinds of pleasures and a steady stream of banquets. Meanwhile, Cleopatra was preoccupied with collecting various poisonous substances, testing them on condemned prisoners to find the least painful ones. However, she discovered that the quick-acting poisons caused sharp pain, while the less painful ones worked slowly. She then experimented with venomous creatures, observing as they were applied from one body to another. This became her daily routine, and she concluded that nothing surpassed the bite of the asp, which induced deep drowsiness and lethargy without convulsion or screams, allowing for a gentle sweat to form on the face, gradually dulling the senses; the person appeared to feel no pain and was merely disturbed when roused, much like someone in a deep, natural sleep.
At the same time, they sent ambassadors to Caesar into Asia, Cleopatra asking for the kingdom of Egypt for her children, and Antony, that he might have leave to live as a private man in Egypt, or, if that were thought too much, that he might retire to Athens. In lack of friends, so many having deserted, and others not being trusted, Euphronius, his son’s tutor, was sent on this embassy. For Alexas of Laodicea, who, by the recommendation of Timagenes, became acquainted with Antony at Rome, and had been more powerful with him than any Greek, and was, of all the instruments which Cleopatra made use of to persuade Antony, the most violent, and the chief subverter of any good thoughts that, from time to time, might rise in his mind in Octavia’s favor, had been sent before to dissuade Herod from desertion; but, betraying his master, stayed with him, and, confiding in Herod’s interest, had the boldness to come into Caesar’s presence. Herod, however, was not able to help him, for he was immediately put in chains, and sent into his own country, where, by Caesar’s order, he was put to death. This reward of his treason Alexas received while Antony was yet alive.
At the same time, they sent ambassadors to Caesar in Asia, with Cleopatra asking for the kingdom of Egypt for her children, and Antony requesting to live as a private citizen in Egypt, or, if that seemed too much, to retire to Athens. Lacking friends, many of whom had abandoned him and others he did not trust, Euphronius, his son's tutor, was sent on this mission. Alexas from Laodicea, who had met Antony in Rome through Timagenes' recommendation and had more influence with him than any other Greek, was the most aggressive of Cleopatra's supporters, undermining any positive thoughts that might arise in Antony's mind about Octavia. He had been sent earlier to convince Herod not to abandon them but, betraying his master, he stayed with Antony and, confident in Herod's favor, boldly approached Caesar. However, Herod could not assist him, as he was immediately chained up and sent back to his own country, where, by Caesar's order, he was executed. Alexas received this punishment for his treachery while Antony was still alive.
Caesar would not listen to any proposals for Antony, but he made answer to Cleopatra, that there was no reasonable favor which she might not expect, if she put Antony to death, or expelled him from Egypt. He sent back with the ambassadors his own freedman Thyrsus, a man of understanding, and not at all ill-qualified for conveying the messages of a youthful general to a woman so proud of her charms and possessed with the opinion of the power of her beauty. But by the long audiences he received from her, and the special honors which she paid him, Antony’s jealousy began to be awakened; he had him seized, whipped, and sent back; writing Caesar word that the man’s busy, impertinent ways had provoked him; in his circumstances he could not be expected to be very patient: “But if it offend you,” he added, “you have got my freedman, Hipparchus, with you; hang him up and scourge him to make us even.” But Cleopatra, after this, to clear herself, and to allay his jealousies, paid him all the attentions imaginable. When her own birthday came, she kept it as was suitable to their fallen fortunes; but his was observed with the utmost prodigality of splendor and magnificence, so that many of the guests sat down in want, and went home wealthy men. Meantime, continual letters came to Caesar from Agrippa, telling him his presence was extremely required at Rome.
Caesar wouldn’t consider any suggestions about Antony, but he told Cleopatra that she could count on his support if she killed Antony or kicked him out of Egypt. He sent back one of his freedmen, Thyrsus, who was smart and well-suited to deliver messages from a young general to a woman who was proud of her beauty and believed in its power. However, because of the lengthy meetings he had with her and the special treatment she gave him, Antony’s jealousy was stirred. He had Thyrsus captured, whipped, and sent back, writing to Caesar that the man’s annoying behavior had irritated him; given his situation, he couldn’t be expected to stay patient: “But if it bothers you,” he added, “you have my freedman, Hipparchus, with you; hang him up and whip him to even the score.” To ease Antony’s feelings and calm his jealousy, Cleopatra showered him with attention. When her birthday came, she celebrated in a way that reflected their fallen status, but Antony’s was marked with extravagant splendor that left many guests going home wealthy, despite arriving empty-handed. In the meantime, Agrippa was continuously sending letters to Caesar, insisting that he needed to be back in Rome urgently.
And so the war was deferred for a season. But, the winter being over, he began his march; he himself by Syria, and his captains through Africa. Pelusium being taken, there went a report as if it had been delivered up to Caesar by Seleucus not without the consent of Cleopatra; but she, to justify herself, gave up into Antony’s hands the wife and children of Seleucus to be put to death. She had caused to be built, joining to the temple of Isis, several tombs and monuments of wonderful height, and very remarkable for the workmanship; thither she removed her treasure, her gold, silver, emeralds, pearls, ebony, ivory, cinnamon, and, after all, a great quantity of torchwood and tow. Upon which Caesar began to fear lest she should, in a desperate fit, set all these riches on fire; and, therefore, while he was marching towards the city with his army, he omitted no occasion of giving her new assurances of his good intentions. He took up his position in the Hippodrome, where Antony made a fierce sally upon him, routed the horse, and beat them back into their trenches, and so returned with great satisfaction to the palace, where, meeting Cleopatra, armed as he was, he kissed her, and commended to her favor one of his men, who had most signalized himself in the fight, to whom she made a present of a breastplate and helmet of gold; which he having received, went that very night and deserted to Caesar.
And so the war was postponed for a while. But after winter ended, he started his march; he went through Syria, while his captains went through Africa. When Pelusium was captured, there were rumors that Seleucus had surrendered it to Caesar with Cleopatra's agreement. To clear her name, she handed over Seleucus's wife and children to Antony to be killed. She had built several magnificent tombs and monuments next to the temple of Isis, known for their impressive craftsmanship. There, she stored her treasures, including gold, silver, emeralds, pearls, ebony, ivory, cinnamon, and a large amount of torchwood and tow. Caesar began to worry that in a fit of desperation, she might set all those riches on fire. So, while he was marching toward the city with his army, he made sure to reassure her of his good intentions at every opportunity. He positioned himself in the Hippodrome, where Antony launched a fierce attack against him, driving the cavalry back into their trenches. He then returned to the palace with great satisfaction, where he met Cleopatra. Still in his battle gear, he kissed her and recommended one of his soldiers, who had distinguished himself in the fight, to her favor. She gifted him a gold breastplate and helmet, which he accepted and that very night deserted to Caesar.
After this, Antony sent a new challenge to Caesar, to fight him hand to hand; who made him answer that he might find several other ways to end his life; and he, considering with himself that he could not die more honorably than in battle, resolved to make an effort both by land and sea. At supper, it is said, he bade his servants help him freely, and pour him out wine plentifully, since tomorrow, perhaps, they should not do the same, but be servants to a new master, whilst he should lie on the ground, a dead corpse, and nothing. His friends that were about him wept to hear him talk so; which he perceiving, told them he would not lead them to a battle in which he expected rather an honorable death than either safety or victory. That night, it is related, about the middle of it, when the whole city was in a deep silence and general sadness, expecting the event of the next day, on a sudden was heard the sound of all sorts of instruments, and voices singing in tune, and the cry of a crowd of people shouting and dancing, like a troop of bacchanals on its way. This tumultuous procession seemed to take its course right through the middle of the city to the gate nearest the enemy; here it became loudest, and suddenly passed out. People who reflected considered this to signify that Bacchus, the god whom Antony had always made it his study to copy and imitate, had now forsaken him.
After this, Antony issued a new challenge to Caesar for a duel; Caesar replied that he could find several other ways to end his life. Antony thought to himself that there was no nobler way to die than in battle, so he decided to make an effort on both land and sea. During dinner, it’s said that he told his servants to help themselves and pour him plenty of wine, since tomorrow, perhaps, they wouldn't have the chance to serve him again, but would instead be servants to a new master while he lay on the ground, a dead body, and nothing. His friends around him wept at his words; noticing this, he reassured them that he wouldn't lead them into a battle where he expected more of an honorable death than safety or victory. That night, it’s said, around the middle of it, when the entire city was in deep silence and a shared sadness, awaiting the next day's outcome, suddenly the sounds of all kinds of instruments and voices singing in harmony filled the air, along with the cheers of a crowd shouting and dancing like a group of bacchanals on their way. This noisy procession seemed to move through the center of the city to the gate closest to the enemy; it was loudest here before it suddenly exited. Those who thought deeply about it believed this signified that Bacchus, the god whom Antony had always tried to emulate, had now abandoned him.
As soon as it was light, he marched his infantry out of the city, and posted them upon a rising ground, from whence he saw his fleet make up to the enemy. There he stood in expectation of the event; but, as soon as the fleets came near to one another, his men saluted Caesar’s with their oars; and, on their responding, the whole body of the ships, forming into a single fleet, rowed up direct to the city. Antony had no sooner seen this, but the horse deserted him, and went over to Caesar; and his foot being defeated, he retired into the city, crying out that Cleopatra had betrayed him to the enemies he had made for her sake. She, being afraid lest in his fury and despair he might do her a mischief, fled to her monument, and letting down the falling doors, which were strong with bars and bolts, she sent messengers who should tell Antony she was dead. He, believing it, cried out, “Now, Antony, why delay longer? Fate has snatched away the only pretext for which you could say you desired yet to live.” Going into his chamber, and there loosening and opening his coat of armor, “I am not,” said he, “troubled, Cleopatra, to be at present bereaved of you, for I shall soon be with you; but it distresses me that so great a general should be found of a tardier courage than a woman.” He had a faithful servant, whose name was Eros; he had engaged him formerly to kill him when he should think it necessary, and now he put him to his promise. Eros drew his sword, as designing to kill him, but, suddenly turning round, he slew himself. And as he fell dead at his feet, “It is well done, Eros,” said Antony; “you show your master how to do what you had not the heart to do yourself;” and so he ran himself into the belly, and laid himself upon the couch. The wound, however, was not immediately mortal; and the flow of blood ceasing when he lay down, presently he came to himself, and entreated those that were about him to put him out of his pain; but they all fled out of the chamber, and left him crying out and struggling, until Diomede, Cleopatra’s secretary, came to him, having orders from her to bring him into the monument.
As soon as it was light, he marched his infantry out of the city and positioned them on higher ground, where he could see his fleet approach the enemy. He waited anxiously to see what would happen, but as the fleets drew near each other, his men greeted Caesar’s forces with their oars. When those ships responded, the entire fleet formed into one unit and rowed directly to the city. As soon as Antony saw this, his cavalry abandoned him and joined Caesar; with his infantry defeated, he retreated into the city, shouting that Cleopatra had betrayed him to the enemies he had made for her. Fearing he might harm her in his rage and despair, she fled to her tomb and locked the heavy doors, which were reinforced with bars and bolts. She sent messengers to tell Antony that she was dead. Believing it, he cried out, “Now, Antony, why delay any longer? Fate has taken away the only reason you could say you wanted to live.” He went to his room, loosened and removed his armor, and said, “I am not upset, Cleopatra, to be without you right now, for I will soon be with you; but it bothers me that such a great general should be found to have less courage than a woman.” He had a loyal servant named Eros, whom he had previously asked to kill him when necessary, and now he called on him to fulfill that promise. Eros drew his sword, intending to kill him, but suddenly turned and took his own life. As he fell dead at Antony's feet, Antony said, “Well done, Eros; you show your master how to do what you didn't have the heart to do yourself,” and ran his own sword into his belly, collapsing onto the couch. However, the wound wasn’t immediately fatal; as the bleeding stopped when he lay down, he soon regained his senses and urged those around him to end his pain, but they all fled the room, leaving him to cry out and struggle until Diomede, Cleopatra’s secretary, arrived with orders from her to bring him to the tomb.
When he understood she was alive, he eagerly gave order to the servants to take him up, and in their arms was carried to the door of the building. Cleopatra would not open the door, but, looking from a sort of window, she let down ropes and cords, to which Antony was fastened; and she and her two women, the only persons she had allowed to enter the monument, drew him up. Those that were present say that nothing was ever more sad than this spectacle, to see Antony, covered all over with blood and just expiring, thus drawn up, still holding up his hands to her, and lifting up his body with the little force he had left. As, indeed, it was no easy task for the women; and Cleopatra, with all her force, clinging to the rope, and straining with her head to the ground, with difficulty pulled him up, while those below encouraged her with their cries, and joined in all her effort and anxiety. When she had got him up, she laid him on the bed, tearing all her clothes, which she spread upon him; and, beating her breasts with her hands, lacerating herself, and disfiguring her own face with the blood from his wounds, she called him her lord, her husband, her emperor, and seemed to have pretty nearly forgotten all her own evils, she was so intent upon his misfortunes. Antony, stopping her lamentations as well as he could, called for wine to drink, either that he was thirsty; or that he imagined that it might put him the sooner out of pain. When he had drunk, he advised her to bring her own affairs, so far as might be honorably done, to a safe conclusion, and that, among all the friends of Caesar, she should rely on Proculeius; that she should not pity him in this last turn of fate, but rather rejoice for him in remembrance of his past happiness, who had been of all men the most illustrious and powerful, and, in the end, had fallen not ignobly, a Roman by a Roman overcome.
When he realized she was alive, he quickly ordered the servants to lift him up, and they carried him to the entrance of the building. Cleopatra wouldn’t open the door, but instead, she looked out from a sort of window and let down ropes and cords, which Antony was tied to; she and her two attendants, the only people she had allowed inside the tomb, pulled him up. Those who were there say nothing was more tragic than the sight of Antony, covered in blood and barely alive, being drawn up while still reaching out to her and lifting his body with the little strength he had left. It was certainly a tough job for the women, and Cleopatra, with all her strength, clinging to the rope and straining to the ground, struggled to pull him up. Meanwhile, those below cheered her on with their cries and joined in her efforts and worries. Once she had managed to bring him up, she laid him on the bed, tearing her clothes to spread over him; and, beating her chest with her hands, injuring herself, and marring her own face with his blood, she called him her lord, her husband, her emperor, seeming to forget her own troubles as she focused on his suffering. Antony, doing his best to stop her crying, asked for wine to drink, either because he was thirsty or because he thought it might relieve his pain faster. After he drank, he advised her to settle her own affairs in whatever way she could honorably, and that among all of Caesar’s friends, she should trust Proculeius; that she shouldn’t feel sorry for him in this final twist of fate, but rather celebrate for him in memory of his past happiness, as he had been the most distinguished and powerful of men, and in the end, he had fallen not in disgrace, a Roman defeated by another Roman.
Just as he breathed his last, Proculeius arrived from Caesar; for when Antony gave himself his wound, and was carried in to Cleopatra, one of his guards, Dercetaeus, took up Antony’s sword and hid it; and, when he saw his opportunity, stole away to Caesar, and brought him the first news of Antony’s death, and withal showed him the bloody sword. Caesar, upon this, retired into the inner part of his tent, and, giving some tears to the death of one that had been nearly allied to him in marriage, his colleague in empire, and companion in so many wars and dangers, he came out to his friends, and, bringing with him many letters, he read to them with how much reason and moderation he had always addressed himself to Antony, and in return what overbearing and arrogant answers he received. Then he sent Proculeius to use his utmost endeavors to get Cleopatra alive into his power; for he was afraid of losing a great treasure, and, besides, she would be no small addition to the glory of his triumph. She, however, was careful not to put herself in Proculeius’s power; but from within her monument, he standing on the outside of a door, on the level of the ground, which was strongly barred, but so that they might well enough hear one another’s voice, she held a conference with him; she demanding that her kingdom might be given to her children, and he bidding her be of good courage, and trust Caesar for everything.
Just as he took his last breath, Proculeius arrived from Caesar. When Antony wounded himself and was taken in to Cleopatra, one of his guards, Dercetaeus, picked up Antony’s sword and hid it. Seeing his chance, he slipped away to Caesar and brought him the first news of Antony’s death, along with the bloody sword. Upon hearing this, Caesar went into the back of his tent, shedding a few tears for someone who had been closely related to him by marriage, his partner in ruling, and a companion through many wars and dangers. He then came out to his friends and, with a stack of letters, read to them about how reasonably and moderately he had always approached Antony, and in response, what arrogant and haughty replies he received. Then he sent Proculeius to do everything he could to capture Cleopatra alive, fearing the loss of a significant prize, and knowing she would add to the glory of his triumph. However, Cleopatra was careful not to fall into Proculeius’s hands; instead, from inside her tomb, while he stood outside at the door, which was heavily barred but where they could hear each other well, she spoke with him. She requested that her kingdom be given to her children, while he encouraged her to be strong and trust Caesar in everything.
Having taken particular notice of the place, he returned to Caesar, and Gallus was sent to parley with her the second time; who, being come to the door, on purpose prolonged the conference, while Proculeius fixed his scaling-ladders in the window through which the women had pulled up Antony. And so entering, with two men to follow him, he went straight down to the door where Cleopatra was discoursing with Gallus. One of the two women who were shut up in the monument with her cried out, “Miserable Cleopatra, you are taken prisoner!” Upon which she turned quick, and, looking at Proculeius, drew out her dagger, which she had with her to stab herself. But Proculeius ran up quickly, and, seizing her with both his hands, “For shame,” said he, “Cleopatra; you wrong yourself and Caesar much, who would rob him of so fair an occasion of showing his clemency, and would make the world believe the most gentle of commanders to be a faithless and implacable enemy.” And so, taking the dagger out of her hand, he also shook her dress to see if there were any poison hid in it. After this, Caesar sent Epaphroditus, one of his freedmen, with orders to treat her with all the gentleness and civility possible, but to take the strictest precautions to keep her alive.
Noticing the place closely, he returned to Caesar, and Gallus was sent to negotiate with her a second time. When he reached the door, he intentionally dragged out the conversation while Proculeius set up his scaling ladders at the window from which the women had pulled Antony up. Entering with two men following him, he went directly to the door where Cleopatra was talking with Gallus. One of the two women confined in the monument with her yelled, “Unfortunate Cleopatra, you’re captured!” At this, she turned quickly, looked at Proculeius, and pulled out her dagger, which she intended to use to stab herself. But Proculeius rushed over, seized her with both hands, and said, “Shame on you, Cleopatra; you are doing a great injustice to yourself and to Caesar, who would lose such a wonderful opportunity to show his mercy, and would have the world think that the kindest of leaders is a treacherous and unyielding enemy.” He took the dagger from her hand and also shook her dress to check for any hidden poison. After this, Caesar sent Epaphroditus, one of his freedmen, with instructions to treat her with utmost kindness and politeness, while taking the strictest measures to ensure her survival.
In the meanwhile, Caesar made his entry into Alexandria, with Areius the philosopher at his side, holding him by the hand and talking with him; desiring that all his fellow-citizens should see what honor was paid to him, and should look up to him accordingly from the very first moment. Then, entering the exercise-ground, he mounted a platform erected for the purpose, and from thence commanded the citizens (who, in great fear and consternation, fell prostrate at his feet) to stand up, and told them, that he freely acquitted the people of all blame, first, for the sake of Alexander, who built their city; then, for the city’s sake itself, which was so large and beautiful; and, thirdly, to gratify his friend Areius.
In the meantime, Caesar entered Alexandria, with the philosopher Areius by his side, holding his hand and talking to him. He wanted all his fellow citizens to see the respect he was being given and to look up to him from that very moment. Then, as he entered the exercise area, he climbed onto a platform set up for that purpose and ordered the citizens—who, in great fear and panic, had fallen at his feet—to stand up. He told them that he was not holding the people responsible for anything, first out of respect for Alexander, who founded their city; second, for the city itself, which was so large and beautiful; and third, to please his friend Areius.
Such great honor did Areius receive from Caesar; and by his intercession many lives were saved, amongst the rest that of Philostratus, a man, of all the professors of logic that ever were, the most ready in extempore speaking, but quite destitute of any right to call himself one of the philosophers of the Academy. Caesar, out of disgust at his character, refused all attention to his entreaties. So, growing a long, white beard, and dressing himself in black, he followed behind Areius, shouting out the verse,
Areius received tremendous honor from Caesar; and through his intervention, many lives were saved, including that of Philostratus, who was the most skilled at speaking off the cuff among all logic professors, but had no real claim to be called a philosopher of the Academy. Out of disdain for his character, Caesar ignored all his pleas. So, he grew a long white beard and wore black clothing as he trailed behind Areius, shouting out the verse,
The wise, if they are wise, will save the wise.
The wise, if they truly are wise, will help the wise.
Which Caesar hearing, gave him his pardon, to prevent rather any odium that might attach to Areius, than any harm that Philostratus might suffer.
Which Caesar heard this, granted him his pardon, not so much to avoid any backlash against Areius as to protect Philostratus from any harm.
Of Antony’s children, Antyllus, his son by Fulvia, being betrayed by his tutor, Theodorus, was put to death; and while the soldiers were cutting off his head, his tutor contrived to steal a precious jewel which he wore about his neck, and put it into his pocket, and afterwards denied the fact, but was convicted and crucified. Cleopatra’s children, with their attendants, had a guard set on them, and were treated very honorably. Caesarion, who was reputed to be the son of Caesar the Dictator, was sent by his mother, with a great sum of money, through Ethiopia, to pass into India; but his tutor, a man named Rhodon, about as honest as Theodorus, persuaded him to turn back, for that Caesar designed to make him king. Caesar consulting what was best to be done with him, Areius, we are told, said,
Of Antony’s children, his son Antyllus, from Fulvia, was betrayed by his tutor, Theodorus, and was killed. While the soldiers were beheading him, his tutor managed to steal a valuable jewel he wore around his neck and pocketed it. He later denied taking it, but was found guilty and crucified. Cleopatra’s children, along with their attendants, were placed under guard and treated very well. Caesarion, who was believed to be the son of Julius Caesar, was sent by his mother with a large amount of money through Ethiopia to go to India. However, his tutor, a man named Rhodon, who was just as dishonest as Theodorus, convinced him to turn back, claiming that Caesar intended to make him king. When Caesar was considering what to do with him, Areius reportedly said,
Too many Caesars are not well.
Too many Caesars are unwell.
So, afterwards, when Cleopatra was dead, he was killed.
So, after Cleopatra died, he was killed.
Many kings and great commanders made petition to Caesar for the body of Antony, to give him his funeral rites; but he would not take away his corpse from Cleopatra, by whose hands he was buried with royal splendor and magnificence, it being granted to her to employ what she pleased on his funeral. In this extremity of grief and sorrow, and having inflamed and ulcerated her breasts with beating them, she fell into a high fever, and was very glad of the occasion, hoping, under this pretext, to abstain from food, and so to die in quiet without interference. She had her own physician, Olympus, to whom she told the truth, and asked his advice and help to put an end to herself, as Olympus himself has told us, in a narrative which he wrote of these events. But Caesar, suspecting her purpose, took to menacing language about her children, and excited her fears for them, before which engines her purpose shook and gave way, so that she suffered those about her to give her what meat or medicine they pleased.
Many kings and great commanders asked Caesar for Antony's body to give him a burial; however, he refused to take the corpse from Cleopatra, who arranged a royal and magnificent funeral for him, being allowed to use whatever she wanted for it. In her extreme grief, she hurt herself by beating her breasts and fell into a high fever, which she welcomed, hoping that this would allow her to stop eating and die peacefully without any interference. She confided in her physician, Olympus, who she told the truth and asked for his help to end her life, as he recounted in a story he wrote about these events. But Caesar, suspecting her intentions, resorted to threats concerning her children, stirring her fears for their well-being, which caused her resolve to falter, and she allowed those around her to give her whatever food or medicine they chose.
Some few days after, Caesar himself came to make her a visit and comfort her. She lay then upon her pallet-bed in undress, and, on his entering in, sprang up from off her bed, having nothing on but the one garment next her body, and flung herself at his feet, her hair and face looking wild and disfigured, her voice quivering, and her eyes sunk in her head. The marks of the blows she had given herself were visible about her bosom, and altogether her whole person seemed no less afflicted than her soul. But, for all this, her old charm, and the boldness of her youthful beauty had not wholly left her, and, in spite of her present condition, still sparkled from within, and let itself appear in all the movements of her countenance. Caesar, desiring her to repose herself, sat down by her; and, on this opportunity, she said something to justify her actions, attributing what she had done to the necessity she was under, and to her fear of Antony; and when Caesar, on each point, made his objections, and she found herself confuted, she broke off at once into language of entreaty and deprecation, as if she desired nothing more than to prolong her life. And at last, having by her a list of her treasure, she gave it into his hands; and when Seleucus, one of her stewards, who was by, pointed out that various articles were omitted, and charged her with secreting them, she flew up and caught him by the hair, and struck him several blows on the face. Caesar smiling and withholding her, “Is it not very hard, Caesar,” said she, “when you do me the honor to visit me in this condition I am in, that I should be accused by one of my own servants of laying by some women’s toys, not meant to adorn, be sure, my unhappy self, but that I might have some little present by me to make your Octavia and your Livia, that by their intercession I might hope to find you in some measure disposed to mercy?” Caesar was pleased to hear her talk thus, being now assured that she was desirous to live. And, therefore, letting her know that the things she had laid by she might dispose of as she pleased, and his usage of her should be honorable above her expectation, he went away, well satisfied that he had overreached her, but, in fact, was himself deceived.
A few days later, Caesar came to visit her and comfort her. She was lying on her small bed, undressed, and when he walked in, she jumped up from her bed with just one garment on, and threw herself at his feet. Her hair and face looked wild and disheveled, her voice was shaky, and her eyes were sunken. The marks from the self-inflicted wounds were visible on her chest, and overall, she appeared just as affected as her spirit. However, despite all this, her old charm and the boldness of her youthful beauty hadn’t completely faded; even in her current state, there was a sparkle within her that showed in her expressions. Caesar, wanting her to relax, sat down beside her. Taking the opportunity, she tried to explain her actions, claiming they were due to her circumstances and her fear of Antony. When Caesar challenged her on each point and she found herself unable to defend her actions, she quickly shifted to pleading and begging, as if she only wanted to prolong her life. Eventually, she handed him a list of her treasures, and when Seleucus, one of her stewards, pointed out that some items were missing and accused her of hiding them, she jumped up, grabbed him by the hair, and hit him several times in the face. Caesar smiled and held her back, and she said, “Isn’t it unfair, Caesar, that while you honor me with a visit in my current state, I should be accused by one of my own servants of stashing away some trivial items, not to beautify my unfortunate self, but so that I could possibly have a small gift ready for your Octavia and Livia, hoping their intercession might make you a bit more merciful?” Caesar was pleased to hear her speak this way, feeling reassured that she wanted to live. Therefore, he let her know that she could do as she wished with the items she had saved, and that he would treat her with honor beyond her expectations. He left satisfied that he had outsmarted her, but in reality, he was the one being deceived.
There was a young man of distinction among Caesar’s companions, named Cornelius Dolabella. He was not without a certain tenderness for Cleopatra, and sent her word privately, as she had besought him to do, that Caesar was about to return through Syria, and that she and her children were to be sent on within three days. When she understood this, she made her request to Caesar that he would be pleased to permit her to make oblations to the departed Antony; which being granted, she ordered herself to be carried to the place where he was buried, and there, accompanied by her women, she embraced his tomb with tears in her eyes, and spoke in this manner: “O, dearest Antony,” said she, “it is not long since that with these hands I buried you; then they were free, now I am a captive, and pay these last duties to you with a guard upon me, for fear that my just griefs and sorrows should impair my servile body, and make it less fit to appear in their triumph over you. No further offerings or libations expect from me; these are the last honors that Cleopatra can pay your memory, for she is to be hurried away far from you. Nothing could part us whilst we lived, but death seems to threaten to divide us. You, a Roman born, have found a grave in Egypt; I, an Egyptian, am to seek that favor, and none but that, in your country. But if the gods below, with whom you now are, either can or will do anything (since those above have betrayed us), suffer not your living wife to be abandoned; let me not be led in triumph to your shame, but hide me and bury me here with you, since, amongst all my bitter misfortunes, nothing has afflicted me like this brief time that I have lived away from you.”
There was a young man of note among Caesar’s friends, named Cornelius Dolabella. He had a certain affection for Cleopatra and privately told her, as she had requested, that Caesar was going to return through Syria and that she and her children were to be sent on within three days. When she heard this, she asked Caesar for permission to pay her respects to the late Antony; once granted, she had herself taken to his burial place. There, surrounded by her women, she embraced his tomb with tears in her eyes and said: “Oh, dearest Antony, it wasn't long ago that I buried you with these hands; back then they were free, but now I am a captive, honoring you under guard, fearing that my rightful grief and sorrow might weaken this body of mine, making it less worthy to face their triumph over you. Don't expect any further offerings or libations from me; these are the last honors Cleopatra can give your memory, for I must soon be taken far from you. Nothing could separate us while we were alive, but now death threatens to divide us. You, a Roman by birth, have found a grave in Egypt; I, an Egyptian, will seek that same fate only in your land. But if the gods below, with whom you are now, can or will do anything (since those above have betrayed us), don’t let your living wife be abandoned; don't let me be led in triumph to your shame, but hide me and bury me here with you, for among all my bitter misfortunes, nothing has hurt me more than this short time living apart from you.”
Having made these lamentations, crowning the tomb with garlands and kissing it, she gave orders to prepare her a bath, and, coming out of the bath, she lay down and made a sumptuous meal. And a country fellow brought her a little basket, which the guards intercepting and asking what it was, the fellow put the leaves which lay uppermost aside, and showed them it was full of figs; and on their admiring the largeness and beauty of the figs, he laughed, and invited them to take some, which they refused, and, suspecting nothing, bade him carry them in. After her repast, Cleopatra sent to Caesar a letter which she had written and sealed; and, putting everybody out of the monument but her two women, she shut the doors. Caesar, opening her letter, and finding pathetic prayers and entreaties that she might be buried in the same tomb with Antony, soon guessed what was doing. At first he was going himself in all haste, but, changing his mind, he sent others to see. The thing had been quickly done. The messengers came at full speed, and found the guards apprehensive of nothing; but on opening the doors, they saw her stone-dead, lying upon a bed of gold, set out in all her royal ornaments. Iras, one of her women, lay dying at her feet, and Charmion, just ready to fall, scarce able to hold up her head, was adjusting her mistress’s diadem. And when one that came in said angrily, “Was this well done of your lady, Charmion?” “Extremely well,” she answered, “and as became the descendant of so many kings”; and as she said this, she fell down dead by the bedside.
After she expressed her sorrows, adorned the tomb with flowers, and kissed it, she instructed her servants to prepare a bath. After bathing, she lay down and enjoyed a lavish meal. A local man brought her a small basket, which the guards intercepted. When they asked what it contained, the man set aside the leaves on top and revealed it was filled with figs. As the guards admired the size and beauty of the figs, he laughed and invited them to take some, but they declined, still unsuspecting, and told him to carry them inside. After her meal, Cleopatra sent a letter to Caesar that she had written and sealed. She then dismissed everyone from the tomb except for her two women and shut the doors. Caesar opened her letter and found heartfelt pleas asking to be buried in the same tomb as Antony; he quickly understood what was happening. At first, he rushed to go himself, but then decided to send others to check. The situation unfolded quickly. The messengers arrived at full speed and found the guards completely unaware. Upon opening the doors, they saw her stone-cold dead, lying on a golden bed, adorned in all her royal regalia. Iras, one of her attendants, was dying at her feet, and Charmion, barely able to keep her head up, was adjusting her mistress’s crown. When someone entered and angrily asked, “Was this a fitting act for your lady, Charmion?” she replied, “Very much so, and worthy of one descended from so many kings.” As she said this, she collapsed and died by the bedside.
Some relate that an asp was brought in amongst those figs and covered with the leaves, and that Cleopatra had arranged that it might settle on her before she knew, but, when she took away some of the figs and saw it, she said, “So here it is,” and held out her bare arm to be bitten. Others say that it was kept in a vase, and that she vexed and pricked it with a golden spindle till it seized her arm. But what really took place is known to no one. Since it was also said that she carried poison in a hollow bodkin, about which she wound her hair; yet there was not so much as a spot found, or any symptom of poison upon her body, nor was the asp seen within the monument; only something like the trail of it was said to have been noticed on the sand by the sea, on the part towards which the building faced and where the windows were. Some relate that two faint puncture-marks were found on Cleopatra’s arm, and to this account Caesar seems to have given credit; for in his triumph there was carried a figure of Cleopatra, with an asp clinging to her. Such are the various accounts. But Caesar, though much disappointed by her death, yet could not but admire the greatness of her spirit, and gave order that her body should he buried by Antony with royal splendor and magnificence. Her women, also, received honorable burial by his directions. Cleopatra had lived nine and thirty years, during twenty-two of which she had reigned as queen, and for fourteen had been Antony’s partner in his empire. Antony, according to some authorities, was fifty-three, according to others, fifty-six years old. His statues were all thrown down, but those of Cleopatra were left untouched; for Archibius, one of her friends, gave Caesar two thousand talents to save them from the fate of Antony’s.
Some say that an asp was brought in with the figs and hidden under the leaves, and that Cleopatra planned for it to settle on her without her realizing it. When she removed some of the figs and saw it, she said, “So here it is,” and extended her bare arm for it to bite her. Others claim it was kept in a vase, and that she irritated and pricked it with a golden spindle until it bit her arm. But what actually happened is unknown. It was also said that she carried poison in a hollow hairpin, which she wrapped her hair around; yet no marks or signs of poison were found on her body, nor was the asp seen inside the tomb. There was only a trail that resembled it reported in the sand by the sea, on the side where the building faced and where the windows were. Some say that two faint puncture marks were found on Cleopatra’s arm, and Caesar seemed to believe this account; for during his triumph, a statue of Cleopatra with an asp clinging to her was carried. These are the various accounts. But even though Caesar was deeply saddened by her death, he admired her strong spirit and ordered that her body be buried with royal splendor alongside Antony. Her attendants were also given an honorable burial by his orders. Cleopatra lived for thirty-nine years, of which she reigned as queen for twenty-two and was Antony’s partner in his empire for fourteen. According to some sources, Antony was fifty-three, while others say he was fifty-six. His statues were all torn down, but Cleopatra’s statues were left unharmed, as Archibius, one of her friends, paid Caesar two thousand talents to spare them from the same fate as Antony’s.
Antony left by his three wives seven children, of whom only Antyllus, the eldest, was put to death by Caesar; Octavia took the rest, and brought them up with her own. Cleopatra, his daughter by Cleopatra, was given in marriage to Juba, the most accomplished of kings; and Antony, his son by Fulvia, attained such high favor, that whereas Agrippa was considered to hold the first place with Caesar, and the sons of Livia the second, the third, without dispute, was possessed by Antony. Octavia, also, having had by her first husband, Marcellus, two daughters, and one son named Marcellus, this son Caesar adopted, and gave him his daughter in marriage; as did Octavia one of the daughters to Agrippa. But Marcellus dying almost immediately after his marriage, she, perceiving that her brother was at a loss to find elsewhere any sure friend to be his son-in-law, was the first to recommend that Agrippa should put away her daughter and marry Julia. To this Caesar first, and then Agrippa himself, gave assent; so Agrippa married Julia, and Octavia, receiving her daughter, married her to the young Antony. Of the two daughters whom Octavia had borne to Antony, the one was married to Domitius Ahenobarbus; and the other, Antonia, famous for her beauty and discretion, was married to Drusus, the son of Livia, and step-son to Caesar. Of these parents were born Germanicus and Claudius. Claudius reigned later; and of the children of Germanicus, Caius, after a reign of distinction, was killed with his wife and child; Agrippina, after bearing a son, Lucius Domitius, to Ahenobarbus, was married to Claudius Caesar, who adopted Domitius, giving him the name of Nero Germanicus. He was emperor in our time, and put his mother to death, and with his madness and folly came not far from ruining the Roman empire, being Antony’s descendant in the fifth generation.
Antony had seven children with his three wives, but only Antyllus, his eldest, was killed by Caesar. Octavia raised the rest of the children as her own. Cleopatra, his daughter with Cleopatra, was married off to Juba, the most skilled of kings; and Antony, his son with Fulvia, gained such high favor that while Agrippa was seen as Caesar's top ally, and the sons of Livia were in second place, Antony held the third spot without question. Octavia, who had two daughters and a son named Marcellus with her first husband Marcellus, saw her son adopted by Caesar, who also gave him his daughter in marriage. Octavia arranged for one of her daughters to marry Agrippa. But after Marcellus died soon after their wedding, Octavia noticed her brother struggled to find a reliable son-in-law elsewhere and was the first to suggest Agrippa should divorce her daughter and marry Julia instead. Both Caesar and Agrippa agreed, so Agrippa married Julia, and Octavia took her daughter back and married her to the young Antony. Of the two daughters Octavia had with Antony, one married Domitius Ahenobarbus, while the other, Antonia, well-known for her beauty and intelligence, married Drusus, Livia’s son and Caesar’s stepson. From these parents came Germanicus and Claudius. Claudius later reigned; and Germanicus's children included Caius, who had a notable reign but was killed along with his wife and child. Agrippina, after having a son named Lucius Domitius with Ahenobarbus, married Claudius Caesar, who adopted Domitius and named him Nero Germanicus. He became emperor during our time, executed his mother, and with his madness and foolishness nearly brought down the Roman Empire as a fifth-generation descendant of Antony.
COMPARISON OF DEMETRIUS AND ANTONY
As both are great examples of the vicissitudes of fortune, let us first consider in what way they attained their power and glory. Demetrius heired a kingdom already won for him by Antigonus, the most powerful of the Successors, who, before Demetrius grew to be a man, traversed with his armies and subdued the greater part of Asia. Antony’s father was well enough in other respects, but was no warrior, and could bequeath no great legacy of reputation to his son, who had the boldness, nevertheless, to take upon him the government, to which birth gave him no claim, which had been held by Caesar, and became the inheritor of his great labors. And such power did he attain, with only himself to thank for it, that, in a division of the whole empire into two portions, he took and received the nobler one; and, absent himself, by his mere subalterns and lieutenants often defeated the Parthians, and drove the barbarous nations of the Caucasus back to the Caspian Sea. Those very things that procured him ill-repute bear witness to his greatness. Antigonus considered Antipater’s daughter Phila, in spite of the disparity of her years, an advantageous match for Demetrius. Antony was thought disgraced by his marriage with Cleopatra, a queen superior in power and glory to all, except Arsaces, who were kings in her time. Antony was so great as to be thought by others worthy of higher things than his own desires.
As both are great examples of the ups and downs of fortune, let’s first look at how they achieved their power and glory. Demetrius inherited a kingdom that Antigonus, the strongest of the Successors, had already won for him. Before Demetrius came of age, Antigonus had marched his armies across and conquered much of Asia. Antony’s father was respectable but not a warrior, leaving no significant legacy for his son. However, Antony boldly took on the government, which he had no birthright to, previously held by Caesar, and became the heir to his considerable efforts. He achieved such power, thanks only to himself, that when the entire empire was divided into two parts, he took the more prestigious portion. Even while absent, his subordinate officers often defeated the Parthians and pushed the barbaric nations of the Caucasus back to the Caspian Sea. The very actions that brought him bad reputation also highlight his greatness. Antigonus thought Antipater’s daughter Phila, despite their age difference, was a good match for Demetrius. Antony, on the other hand, was viewed as disgraced by marrying Cleopatra, a queen who surpassed all others in power and glory, except Arsaces, who were kings in her time. Antony was considered so great that others thought he deserved more than his own ambitions.
As regards the right and justice of their aims at empire, Demetrius need not be blamed for seeking to rule a people that had always had a king to rule them. Antony, who enslaved the Roman people, just liberated from the rule of Caesar, followed a cruel and tyrannical object. His greatest and most illustrious work, his successful war with Brutus and Cassius, was done to crush the liberties of his country and of his fellow-citizens. Demetrius, till he was driven to extremity, went on, without intermission, maintaining liberty in Greece, and expelling the foreign garrisons from the cities; not like Antony, whose boast was to have slain in Macedonia those who had set up liberty in Rome. As for the profusion and magnificence of his gifts, one point for which Antony is lauded, Demetrius so far outdid them, that what he gave to his enemies was far more than Antony ever gave to his friends. Antony was renowned for giving Brutus honorable burial; Demetrius did so to all the enemy’s dead, and sent the prisoners back to Ptolemy with money and presents.
Regarding the righteousness of their ambitions for empire, Demetrius shouldn't be criticized for wanting to rule a people that had always had a king. Antony, who enslaved the Roman people just freed from Caesar's control, pursued a harsh and tyrannical goal. His most notable achievement, his successful war against Brutus and Cassius, was aimed at crushing the freedoms of his country and his fellow citizens. Demetrius, until he was forced into a corner, continuously upheld liberty in Greece and expelled foreign garrisons from the cities; unlike Antony, whose claim to fame was killing those who had established freedom in Rome. As for the lavishness and grandeur of his gifts, a reason Antony is praised, Demetrius surpassed him to such an extent that what he offered his enemies was far more than Antony ever gave to his allies. Antony became famous for giving Brutus a proper burial; Demetrius did the same for all the enemy’s dead and sent the prisoners back to Ptolemy with money and gifts.
Both were insolent in prosperity, and abandoned themselves to luxuries and enjoyments. Yet it cannot be said that Demetrius, in his revelings and dissipations, ever let slip the time for action; pleasures with him attended only the superabundance of his ease, and his Lamia, like that of the fable, belonged only to his playful, half-waking, half-sleeping hours. When war demanded his attention, his spear was not wreathed with ivy, nor his helmet redolent of unguents; he did not come out to battle from the women’s chamber, but, hushing the bacchanal shouts and putting an end to the orgies, he became at once, as Euripides calls it, “the minister of the unpriestly Mars;” and, in short, he never once incurred disaster through indolence or self-indulgence. Whereas Antony, like Hercules in the picture where Omphale is seen removing his club and stripping him of his lion’s skin, was over and over again disarmed by Cleopatra, and beguiled away, while great actions and enterprises of the first necessity fell, as it were, from his hands, to go with her to the seashore of Canopus and Taphosiris, and play about. And in the end, like another Paris, he left the battle to fly to her arms; or rather, to say the truth, Paris fled when he was already beaten; Antony fled first, and, to follow Cleopatra, abandoned his victory.
Both were arrogant in their success and indulged in luxury and pleasure. However, it can't be said that Demetrius, in his partying and excesses, ever missed the opportunity to take action; for him, pleasure was just a byproduct of his abundant leisure, and his Lamia, like that from the fable, was reserved for his playful, half-awake, half-asleep moments. When war called for his focus, his spear wasn't adorned with ivy, nor did his helmet smell of perfumes; he didn't step into battle from the women's quarters, but, silencing the party atmosphere and ending the festivities, he immediately transformed into what Euripides describes as “the servant of the unrelenting Mars;” ultimately, he never faced disaster due to laziness or self-indulgence. In contrast, Antony, like Hercules in the image where Omphale is taking away his club and stripping him of his lion's skin, was repeatedly disarmed by Cleopatra, distracted while urgent and significant tasks slipped from his grasp, as he went with her to the coast of Canopus and Taphosiris to play. In the end, like another Paris, he abandoned the battle to run to her; or rather, to be honest, Paris fled after he was already defeated; Antony fled first and, in chasing after Cleopatra, forsook his victory.
There was no law to prevent Demetrius from marrying several wives; from the time of Philip and Alexander, it had become usual with Macedonian kings, and he did no more than was done by Lysimachus and Ptolemy. And those he married he treated honorably. But Antony, first of all, in marrying two wives at once, did a thing which no Roman had ever allowed himself; and then he drove away his lawful Roman wife to please the foreign and unlawful woman. And so Demetrius incurred no harm at all; Antony procured his ruin by his marriage. On the other hand, no licentious act of Antony’s can be charged with that impiety which marks those of Demetrius. Historical writers tell us that the very dogs are excluded from the whole Acropolis, because of their gross, uncleanly habits. The very Parthenon itself saw Demetrius consorting with harlots and debauching free women of Athens. The vice of cruelty, also, remote as it seems from the indulgence of voluptuous desires, must be attributed to him, who, in the pursuit of his pleasures, allowed, or to say more truly, compelled the death of the most beautiful and most chaste of the Athenians, who found no way but this to escape his violence. In one word, Antony himself suffered by his excesses, and other people by those of Demetrius.
There was no law stopping Demetrius from marrying multiple wives; since the time of Philip and Alexander, it had become common for Macedonian kings, and he did no more than what Lysimachus and Ptolemy had done. The wives he took, he treated well. But Antony, for the first time, married two wives at once, something no Roman had ever done; then he sent away his legal Roman wife to cater to a foreign and illegal woman. So Demetrius faced no repercussions, while Antony brought about his own downfall through his marriage. On the other hand, no immoral act of Antony can be equated with the blatant impiety of Demetrius. Historians tell us that even dogs are banned from the entire Acropolis because of their filthy habits. The Parthenon itself witnessed Demetrius associating with prostitutes and corrupting free women of Athens. The brutality, as distant as it seems from the indulgence in pleasures, must also be attributed to him, since in pursuit of his desires, he allowed, or more accurately, forced the death of the most beautiful and chaste among the Athenians, who saw no other way to escape his aggression. In short, Antony suffered from his excesses, while others suffered from those of Demetrius.
In his conduct to his parents, Demetrius was irreproachable. Antony gave up his mother’s brother, in order that he might have leave to kill Cicero, this itself being so cruel and shocking an act, that Antony would hardly be forgiven if Cicero’s death had been the price of this uncle’s safety. In respect of breaches of oaths and treaties, the seizure of Artabazes, and the assassination of Alexander, Antony may urge the plea which no one denies to be true, that Artabazes first abandoned and betrayed him in Media; Demetrius is alleged by many to have invented false pretexts for his act, and not to have retaliated for injuries, but to have accused one whom he injured himself.
In how he treated his parents, Demetrius was beyond reproach. Antony sacrificed his mother's brother so that he could get permission to kill Cicero, a brutal and shocking act that would make it hard for anyone to forgive Antony if Cicero's death was the price for his uncle's safety. Regarding broken oaths and treaties, the capture of Artabazes, and the assassination of Alexander, Antony might claim, which no one disputes, that Artabazes first abandoned and betrayed him in Media. Many accuse Demetrius of fabricating false reasons for his actions, arguing that he didn’t retaliate for injuries but instead accused someone he had harmed himself.
The achievements of Demetrius are all his own work. Antony’s noblest and greatest victories were won in his absence by his lieutenants. For their final disasters they have both only to thank themselves; not, however, in an equal degree. Demetrius was deserted, the Macedonians revolted from him: Antony deserted others, and ran away while men were fighting for him at the risk of their lives. The fault to be found with the one is that he had thus entirely alienated the affections of his soldiers; the other’s condemnation is that he abandoned so much love and faith as he still possessed. We cannot admire the death of either, but that of Demetrius excites our greater contempt. He let himself become a prisoner, and was thankful to gain a three years’ accession of life in captivity. He was tamed like a wild beast by his belly, and by wine; Antony took himself out of the world in a cowardly, pitiful, and ignoble manner, but, still in time to prevent the enemy having his person in their power.
The achievements of Demetrius are entirely his own. Antony’s greatest victories were won in his absence by his subordinates. For their final disasters, the blame lies solely with them, although not to the same extent. Demetrius was abandoned, and the Macedonians turned against him; Antony abandoned others and fled while his men were fighting for him at great personal risk. The criticism against Demetrius is that he completely lost the loyalty of his soldiers; the scorn for Antony is that he let go of the loyalty and trust he still had. We can’t admire the deaths of either, but we have more contempt for Demetrius. He allowed himself to be captured and was grateful for an additional three years of life in captivity. He was subdued like a wild animal by his hunger and by wine; Antony left the world in a cowardly, pathetic, and dishonorable way, but just in time to keep himself out of the enemy's reach.
DION
If it be true, Sosius Senecio, that, as Simonides tells us,
If it's true, Sosius Senecio, that, as Simonides says,
“Of the Corinthians Troy does not complain”
“troy doesn’t complain about the Corinthians”
for having taken part with the Achaeans in the siege, because the Trojans also had Corinthians (Glaucus, who sprang from Corinth,) fighting bravely on their side, so also it may be fairly said that neither Romans nor Greeks can quarrel with the Academy, each nation being equally represented in the following pair of lives, which will give an account of Brutus and of Dion, — Dion, who was Plato’s own hearer, and Brutus, who was brought up in his philosophy. They came from one and the selfsame school, where they had been trained alike, to run the race of honor; nor need we wonder that in the performance of actions often most nearly allied and akin, they both bore evidence to the truth of what their guide and teacher had said, that, without the concurrence of power and success with justice and prudence, public actions do not attain their proper, great, and noble character. For as Hippomachus the wrestling-master affirmed, he could distinguish his scholars at a distance. though they were but carrying meat from the shambles, so it is very probable that the principles of those who have had the same good education should appear with a resemblance in all their actions, creating in them a certain harmony and proportion, at once agreeable and becoming.
for participating with the Achaeans in the siege, since the Trojans also had Corinthians (Glaucus, who came from Corinth) fighting bravely on their side. It's fair to say that neither Romans nor Greeks can argue with the Academy, as each nation is equally represented in the following pair of lives, which will recount the stories of Brutus and Dion—Dion, who was one of Plato's own students, and Brutus, who was raised in his philosophy. They came from the same school, where they were both trained to pursue honor; and it's no surprise that in their actions, which were often very similar, they demonstrated the truth of what their teacher had said: that without the combination of power and success along with justice and prudence, public actions do not achieve their true, great, and noble character. Just as Hippomachus the wrestling coach claimed he could identify his students from afar, even if they were just carrying meat from the market, it's very likely that the principles of those who have received the same excellent education will show a similarity in all their actions, creating a certain harmony and proportion that is both pleasing and fitting.
We may also draw a close parallel of the lives of the two men from their fortunes, wherein chance, even more than their own designs, made them nearly alike. For they were both cut off by an untimely death, not being able to accomplish those ends which through many risks and difficulties they aimed at. But, above all, this is most wonderful; that by preternatural interposition both of them had notice given of their approaching death by an unpropitious form, which visibly appeared to them. Although there are people who utterly deny any such thing, and say that no man in his right senses ever yet saw any supernatural phantom or apparition, but that children only, and silly women, or men disordered by sickness, in some aberration of the mind or distemperature of the body, have had empty and extravagant imaginations, whilst the real evil genius, superstition, was in themselves. Yet if Dion and Brutus, men of solid understanding, and philosophers, not to be easily deluded by fancy or discomposed by any sudden apprehension, were thus affected by visions, that they forthwith declared to their friends what they had seen, I know not how we can avoid admitting again the utterly exploded opinion of the oldest times, that evil and beguiling spirits, out of an envy to good men, and a desire of impeding their good deeds, make efforts to excite in them feelings of terror and distraction, to make them shake and totter in their virtue, lest by a steady and unbiased perseverance they should obtain a happier condition than these beings after death. But I shall leave these things for another opportunity, and, in this twelfth book of the lives of great men compared one with another, begin with his who was the elder.
We can also draw a close comparison between the lives of the two men based on their fortunes, where chance, more than their own plans, made them quite similar. Both were cut short by an untimely death, unable to achieve the goals they aimed for through many risks and challenges. But, most remarkably, both received a supernatural warning of their impending death in an ominous form that appeared to them. Although some people completely deny such occurrences, arguing that no rational person has ever seen a supernatural ghost or apparition, claiming that only children, foolish women, or men suffering from illness, in some state of mental or physical unbalance, have had wild and fanciful visions, all stemming from the real issue of superstition within themselves. Yet, if Dion and Brutus, men of clear reasoning and philosophers who couldn’t be easily misled by imagination or disturbed by sudden fear, were affected by these visions to the point of declaring to their friends what they had witnessed, I don't see how we can dismiss the long-held belief from ancient times that malicious spirits, out of envy toward good people and a desire to hinder their good actions, attempt to instill fear and confusion in them, trying to make them waver in their virtue so they wouldn’t achieve a better fate than these beings after death. But I will set these topics aside for another time and, in this twelfth book comparing the lives of great men, begin with the older one.
Dionysius the First, having possessed himself of the government, at once took to wife the daughter of Hermocrates, the Syracusan. She, in an outbreak which the citizens made before the new power was well settled, was abused in such a barbarous and outrageous manner, that for shame she put an end to her own life. But Dionysius, when he was reestablished and confirmed in his supremacy, married two wives together, one named Doris, of Locri, the other, Aristomache, a native of Sicily, and daughter of Hipparinus, a man of the first quality in Syracuse, and colleague with Dionysius when he was first chosen general with unlimited powers for the war. It is said he married them both in one day, and no one ever knew which of the two he first made his wife; and ever after he divided his kindness equally between them, both accompanying him together at his table, and in his bed by turns. Indeed, the Syracusans were urgent that their own countrywoman might be preferred before the stranger; but Doris, to compensate for her foreign extraction; had the good fortune to be the mother of the son and heir of the family, whilst Aristomache continued a long time without issue, though Dionysius was very desirous to have children by her, and, indeed, caused Doris’s mother to be put to death, laying to her charge that she had given drugs to Aristomache, to prevent her being with child.
Dionysius the First, after taking control of the government, immediately married the daughter of Hermocrates, a man from Syracuse. However, during an uprising before his rule was firmly established, she was treated in such a brutally outrageous way that she ended her own life out of shame. Once Dionysius regained and solidified his power, he married two wives at the same time: one named Doris from Locri and the other, Aristomache, who was Sicilian and the daughter of Hipparinus, a respected man in Syracuse who had been a colleague of Dionysius when he was first appointed general with unlimited powers for the war. It’s said he married both on the same day, and nobody ever knew which one he married first; after that, he treated them both equally, having them join him at his table and sharing his bed with them alternately. The people of Syracuse insisted that their local woman be favored over Doris, the foreigner. However, Doris managed to have the good fortune of giving birth to the family’s son and heir, while Aristomache remained childless for a long time, even though Dionysius really wanted children with her. In fact, he had Doris’s mother killed, accusing her of giving Aristomache drugs to prevent her from getting pregnant.
Dion, Aristomache’s brother, at first found an honorable reception for his sister’s sake; but his own worth and parts soon procured him a nearer place in his brother-in-law’s affection, who, among other favors, gave special command to his treasurers to furnish Dion with whatever money he demanded, only telling him on the same day what they had delivered out. Now, though Dion was before reputed a person of lofty character; of a noble mind, and daring courage, yet these excellent qualifications all received a great development from the happy chance which conducted Plato into Sicily; not assuredly by any human device or calculation, but some supernatural power, designing that this remote cause should hereafter occasion the recovery of the Sicilians’ lost liberty and the subversion of the tyrannical government, brought the philosopher out of Italy to Syracuse, and made acquaintance between him and Dion. Dion was, indeed, at this time extremely young in years, but of all the scholars that attended Plato he was the quickest and aptest to learn, and the most prompt and eager to practice, the lessons of virtue, as Plato himself reports of him, and his own actions sufficiently testify. For though he had been bred up under a tyrant in habits of submission, accustomed to a life, on the one hand of servility and intimidation, and yet on the other of vulgar display and luxury, the mistaken happiness of people that knew no better thing than pleasure and self-indulgence, yet, at the first taste of reason and a philosophy that demands obedience to virtue, his soul was set in a flame, and in the simple innocence of youth, concluding, from his own disposition, that the same reasons would work the same effects upon Dionysius, he made it his business, and at length obtained the favor of him, at a leisure hour, to hear Plato.
Dion, Aristomache’s brother, was initially welcomed out of respect for his sister, but soon his own qualities earned him a closer bond with his brother-in-law. Among other favors, his brother-in-law instructed his treasurers to provide Dion with any money he requested, only informing him later about what had been disbursed. Although Dion was already considered a person of high character, noble spirit, and bold courage, these traits grew even stronger after the fortunate arrival of Plato in Sicily. This was no mere coincidence or human planning, but rather some supernatural force intended for this unexpected event to eventually lead to the restoration of the Sicilians’ lost freedom and the dismantling of tyrannical rule, bringing the philosopher from Italy to Syracuse and connecting him with Dion. At this point, Dion was very young, yet among all of Plato's students, he was the fastest learner and most eager to apply the lessons of virtue, as Plato himself noted, with Dion's actions reflecting this as well. Although he had been raised under a tyrant in an environment of submission, surrounded by a life of servitude and intimidation, mixed with the ostentation and luxury of people who only sought pleasure and indulgence, the moment he encountered reason and a philosophy that called for adherence to virtue, his spirit ignited. In youthful innocence, believing that the same ideas would resonate with Dionysius, he made it his mission and ultimately secured an opportunity for him to listen to Plato.
At this their meeting, the subject-matter of their discourse in general was human virtue, but, more particularly, they disputed concerning fortitude, which Plato proved tyrants, of all men, had the least pretense to; and thence proceeding to treat of justice, asserted the happy estate of the just, and the miserable condition of the unjust; arguments which Dionysius would not hear out, but, feeling himself, as it were, convicted by his words, and much displeased to see the rest of the auditors full of admiration for the speaker and captivated with his doctrine, at last, exceedingly exasperated, he asked the philosopher in a rage, what business he had in Sicily. To which Plato answered, “I came to seek a virtuous man.” “It seems then,” replied Dionysius, “you have lost your labor.” Dion, supposing, that this was all, and that nothing further could come of his anger, at Plato’s request, conveyed him aboard a galley, which was conveying Pollis, the Spartan, into Greece. But Dionysius privately dealt with Pollis, by all means to kill Plato in the voyage; if not, to be sure to sell him for a slave: he would, of course, take no harm of it, being the same just man as before; he would enjoy that happiness, though he lost his liberty. Pollis, therefore, it is stated, carried Plato to Aegina, and there sold him; the Aeginetans, then at war with Athens, having made a decree that whatever Athenian was taken on their coasts should forthwith be exposed to sale. Notwithstanding, Dion was not in less favor and credit with Dionysius than formerly, but was entrusted with the most considerable employments, and sent on important embassies to Carthage, in the management of which he gained very great reputation. Besides, the usurper bore with the liberty he took to speak his mind freely, he being the only man who upon any occasion durst boldly say what he thought, as, for example, in the rebuke he gave him about Gelon. Dionysius was ridiculing Gelon’s government, and, alluding to his name, said, he had been the laughing-stock of Sicily. While others seemed to admire and applaud the quibble, Dion very warmly replied, “Nevertheless, it is certain that you are sole governor here, because you were trusted for Gelon’s sake; but for your sake no man will ever hereafter be trusted again.” For, indeed, Gelon had made a monarchy appear the best, whereas Dionysius had convinced men that it was the worst, of governments.
At their meeting, the main topic of conversation was human virtue, but they focused particularly on courage. Plato argued that tyrants have the least claim to it, and from there, they discussed justice, claiming that the just are in a happy state while the unjust are in a miserable one. Dionysius, feeling challenged by Plato’s words and irritated to see the others admiring him and his ideas, eventually lost his temper and asked the philosopher angrily what he was doing in Sicily. Plato replied, “I came to find a virtuous man.” Dionysius shot back, “It seems you’ve wasted your time.” Thinking that was the end of it and that there was no further consequence to Dionysius's anger, at Plato’s request, he arranged for him to board a ship taking Pollis, the Spartan, back to Greece. However, Dionysius secretly instructed Pollis to kill Plato during the journey, or at the very least, to sell him into slavery. He assumed that since Plato was still a just man, he would find happiness even if he lost his freedom. Pollis reportedly took Plato to Aegina, where he sold him; the Aeginetans were at war with Athens and had decreed that any Athenians captured on their shores should be sold immediately. Despite this, Dion continued to have favor and trust with Dionysius, being given important roles and sent on significant missions to Carthage, where he gained a great reputation. Additionally, Dionysius tolerated his outspoken nature, as he was the only one who dared to say what he really thought, such as when he reprimanded Dionysius about Gelon. When Dionysius mocked Gelon’s rule and joked that he had become the laughingstock of Sicily, others seemed to enjoy the joke, but Dion strongly replied, “However, it’s clear that you are in control here because of Gelon, but no one will ever trust you again in the future.” Indeed, Gelon had made monarchy seem the best form of government, while Dionysius had shown people that it was the worst.
Dionysius had three children by Doris, and by Aristomache four, two of which were daughters, Sophrosyne and Arete. Sophrosyne was married to his son Dionysius; Arete, to his brother Thearides, after whose death, Dion received his niece Arete to wife. Now when Dionysius was sick and like to die, Dion endeavored to speak with him in behalf of the children he had by Aristomache, but was still prevented by the physicians, who wanted to ingratiate themselves with the next successor, who also, as Timaeus reports, gave him a sleeping potion which he asked for, which produced an insensibility only followed by his death.
Dionysius had three kids with Doris and four with Aristomache, two of whom were daughters, Sophrosyne and Arete. Sophrosyne was married to his son Dionysius, and Arete was married to his brother Thearides. After Thearides died, Dion married his niece Arete. When Dionysius fell ill and was close to death, Dion tried to speak to him about the children he had with Aristomache, but the doctors kept him from doing so because they wanted to win favor with the next successor. According to Timaeus, they also gave Dionysius a sleeping potion that he requested, which made him unconscious and ultimately led to his death.
Nevertheless, at the first council which the young Dionysius held with his friends, Dion discoursed so well of the present state of affairs, that he made all the rest appear in their politics but children, and in their votes rather slaves than counselors, who timorously and disingenuously advised what would please the young man, rather than what would advance his interest. But that which startled them most was the proposal he made to avert the imminent danger they feared of a war with the Carthaginians, undertaking, if Dionysius wanted peace, to sail immediately over into Africa, and conclude it there upon honorable terms; but, if he rather preferred war, then he would fit out and maintain at his own cost and charges fifty galleys ready for the service.
Nonetheless, at the first council that the young Dionysius held with his friends, Dion spoke so eloquently about the current situation that he made everyone else look like children in their political understanding and their votes seemed more like the opinions of slaves than counselors, who cautiously and insincerely suggested what would please the young man rather than what would truly benefit him. However, what surprised them the most was his proposal to prevent the imminent threat of war with the Carthaginians. He offered that if Dionysius wanted peace, he would immediately sail to Africa and negotiate honorable terms there; but if he preferred war, then he would personally equip and maintain fifty galleys ready for action at his own expense.
Dionysius wondered much at his greatness of mind, and received his offer with satisfaction. But the other courtiers, thinking his generosity reflected upon them, and jealous of being lessened by his greatness, from hence took all occasions by private slanders to render him obnoxious to the young man’s displeasure; as if he designed by his power at sea to surprise the government, and by the help of those naval forces confer the supreme authority upon his sister Aristomache’s children. But, indeed, the most apparent and the strongest grounds for dislike and hostility existed already in the difference of his habits, and his reserved and separate way of living. For they, who, from the beginning, by flatteries and all unworthy artifices, courted the favor and familiarity of the prince, youthful and voluptuously bred, ministered to his pleasures, and sought how to find him daily some new amours and occupy him in vain amusements, with wine or with women, and in other dissipations; by which means, the tyranny, like iron softened in the fire, seemed, indeed, to the subject to be more moderate and gentle, and to abate somewhat of its extreme severity; the edge of it being blunted, not by the clemency, but rather the sloth and degeneracy of the sovereign, whose dissoluteness, gaining ground daily, and growing upon him, soon weakened and broke those “adamantine chains,” with which his father, Dionysius, said he had left the monarchy fastened and secured. It is reported of him, that, having begun a drunken debauch, he continued it ninety days without intermission; in all which time no person on business was allowed to appear, nor was any serious conversation heard at court, but drinking, singing, dancing. and buffoonery reigned there without control.
Dionysius was greatly impressed by his intelligence and accepted his offer with pleasure. However, the other courtiers, feeling that his generosity overshadowed them and fearing that they would appear lesser by comparison, took every opportunity to gossip about him and make him seem untrustworthy to the young man. They suggested that he intended to use his naval power to seize control of the government and elevate the children of his sister, Aristomache, to power. In reality, the main reason for their dislike and hostility was the difference in his lifestyle and his tendency to live separately and with reservation. They, who had initially courted the prince's favor through flattery and underhanded tactics, indulged his youthful and hedonistic ways, constantly seeking to distract him with new loves and pointless entertainments involving wine, women, and other distractions. This approach made the tyranny seem more lenient and manageable to the subjects, dulling its severity not through kindness, but through the laziness and moral decline of the ruler. His increasing indulgence ultimately weakened and shattered the “adamantine chains” his father, Dionysius, claimed had secured the monarchy. It is said that he once started a binge-drinking spree that lasted ninety days straight, during which no business was conducted, and serious conversation was completely absent from the court, leaving only drinking, singing, dancing, and foolishness to prevail unchecked.
It is likely then they had little kindness for Dion, who never indulged himself in any youthful pleasure or diversion. And so his very virtues were the matter of their calumnies, and were represented under one or other plausible name as vices; they called his gravity pride, his plain-dealing self-will, the good advice he gave was all construed into reprimand, and he was censured for neglecting and scorning those in whose misdemeanors he declined to participate. And to say the truth, there was in his natural character something stately, austere, reserved, and unsociable in conversation, which made his company unpleasant and disagreeable not only to the young tyrant, whose ears had been corrupted by flatteries; many also of Dion’s own intimate friends, though they loved the integrity and generosity of his temper, yet blamed his manner, and thought he treated those with whom he had to do, less courteously and affably than became a man engaged in civil business. Of which Plato also afterwards wrote to him; and, as it were, prophetically advised him carefully to avoid an arbitrary temper, whose proper helpmate was a solitary life. And, indeed, at this very time, though circumstances made him so important, and, in the danger of the tottering government, he was recognized as the only or the ablest support of it, yet he well understood that he owed not his high position to any good-will or kindness, but to the mere necessities of the usurper.
They probably had little kindness for Dion, who never indulged in any youthful pleasures or distractions. His very virtues became targets for their slanders and were framed under various plausible terms as vices; they labeled his seriousness as pride, his honesty as stubbornness, and twisted his good advice into reprimands, criticizing him for ignoring and looking down on those whose wrongdoings he refused to be a part of. To be honest, there was something dignified, stern, reserved, and unfriendly about his conversational style that made being around him unpleasant and difficult, not just for the young tyrant, who had been spoiled by flattery; many of Dion's close friends, even though they admired his integrity and generosity, criticized his demeanor and felt he treated people less courteously and warmly than someone involved in civic matters should. Plato also later wrote to him and, almost prophetically, advised him to steer clear of an arbitrary temperament that naturally leads to a solitary life. Indeed, even though his circumstances made him so crucial and, amidst the shaky government, he was seen as the only or the best support for it, he understood that his high status wasn't due to any goodwill or kindness, but merely to the needs of the usurper.
And, supposing the cause of this to be ignorance and want of education, he endeavored to induce the young man into a course of liberal studies, and to give him some knowledge of moral truths and reasonings, hoping he might thus lose his fear of virtuous living, and learn to take pleasure in laudable actions. Dionysius, in his own nature, was not one of the worst kind of tyrants, but his father, fearing that if he should come to understand himself better, and converse with wise and reasonable men, he might enter into some design against him, and dispossess him of his power, kept him closely shut up at home; where, for want of other company, and ignorant how to spend his time better, he busied himself in making little chariots, candlesticks, stools, tables, and other things of wood. For the elder Dionysius was so diffident and suspicious, and so continually on his guard against all men, that he would not so much as let his hair be trimmed with any barber’s or hair-cutter’s instruments, but made one of his artificers singe him with a live coal. Neither were his brother or his son allowed to come into his apartment in the dress they wore, but they, as all others, were stripped to their skins by some of the guard, and, after being seen naked, put on other clothes before they were admitted into the presence. When his brother Leptines was once describing the situation of a place, and took a javelin from one of the guard to draw the plan of it, he was extremely angry with him, and had the soldier who gave him the weapon put to death. He declared, the more judicious his friends were, the more he suspected them; because he knew, that were it in their choice, they would rather be tyrants themselves than the subjects of a tyrant. He slew Marsyas, one of his captains whom he had preferred to a considerable command, for dreaming that he killed him: without some previous waking thought and purpose of the kind, he could not, he supposed, have had that fancy in his sleep. So timorous was he, and so miserable a slave to his fears, yet very angry with Plato, because he would not allow him to be the valiantest man alive.
And, assuming that this was due to ignorance and a lack of education, he tried to encourage the young man to pursue liberal studies and gain some understanding of moral truths and reasoning, hoping that he would lose his fear of living virtuously and come to enjoy commendable actions. Dionysius wasn't one of the worst tyrants, but his father, worried that if he started to understand himself better and talked to wise and rational people, he might plot against him and take his power, kept him confined at home. With no other company and not knowing how else to spend his time, he occupied himself by making little chariots, candlesticks, stools, tables, and other wooden items. The older Dionysius was so insecure and suspicious, always on guard against everyone, that he wouldn't even let a barber cut his hair; instead, he had one of his craftsmen singe his hair with a live coal. His brother and son weren’t allowed to enter his room dressed as they were; instead, like everyone else, they were stripped down to their skin by some guards, and after being seen naked, they put on other clothes before entering his presence. Once, when his brother Leptines was describing the layout of a place and borrowed a javelin from one of the guards to sketch it out, he became furious and had the soldier who handed him the weapon executed. He said that the more sensible his friends were, the more he distrusted them, knowing that if they had the chance, they would prefer to be tyrants themselves rather than subjects of a tyrant. He even killed Marsyas, one of his captains whom he had promoted to a high command, because Marsyas dreamed he killed him; he thought that he couldn't have had such a dream without some prior waking thought or intention. He was so fearful and such a miserable slave to his anxieties, yet very angry with Plato for not allowing him to be considered the bravest man alive.
Dion, as we said before, seeing the son thus deformed and spoilt in character for want of teaching, exhorted him to study, and to use all his entreaties to persuade Plato, the first of philosophers, to visit him in Sicily, and; when he came, to submit himself to his direction and advice: by whose instructions he might conform his nature to the truths of virtue, and, living after the likeness of the Divine and glorious Model of Being, out of obedience to whose control the general confusion is changed into the beautiful order of the universe, so he in like manner might be the cause of great happiness to himself and to all his subjects, who, obliged by his justice and moderation, would then willingly pay him obedience as their father, which now grudgingly, and upon necessity, they are forced to yield him as their master. Their usurping tyrant he would then no longer be, but their lawful king. For fear and force, a great navy and standing army of ten thousand hired barbarians are not, as his father had said, the adamantine chains which secure the regal power, but the love, zeal, and affection inspired by clemency and justice; which, though they seem more pliant than the stiff and hard bonds of severity, are nevertheless the strongest and most durable ties to sustain a lasting government. Moreover, it is mean and dishonorable that a ruler, while careful to be splendid in his dress, and luxurious and magnificent in his habitation, should, in reason and power of speech, make no better show than the commonest of his subjects, nor have the princely palace of his mind adorned according to his royal dignity.
Dion, as we mentioned earlier, seeing his son so deformed and lacking in character due to a lack of education, encouraged him to study and to do everything he could to persuade Plato, the greatest philosopher, to come visit him in Sicily. When he did arrive, he should follow his guidance and advice. By following Plato's teachings, he could shape his character to align with the truths of virtue, and by living in accordance with the Divine and glorious Model of Being, whose influence turns the general chaos into the beautiful order of the universe, he could also bring great happiness to himself and his subjects. Because of his justice and moderation, they would willingly obey him as their father, instead of begrudgingly submitting to him as their master out of necessity. He would no longer be a usurping tyrant, but their rightful king. For fear and force, backed by a large navy and a standing army of ten thousand hired mercenaries, are not, as his father had said, the iron chains that secure royal power. Instead, it is love, enthusiasm, and respect generated by kindness and justice. Although these may seem more flexible than the rigid and harsh shackles of severity, they are actually the strongest and most enduring bonds to maintain a lasting government. Moreover, it is petty and disgraceful for a ruler to focus on being lavish in appearance and luxurious in his living conditions, while, in matters of reason and eloquence, he shows no greater prowess than the average of his subjects, nor does he have his mental palace, which should reflect his royal dignity, adorned accordingly.
Dion frequently entertaining the king upon this subject, and, as occasion offered, repeating some of the philosopher’s sayings, Dionysius grew impatiently desirous to have Plato’s company, and to hear him discourse. Forthwith, therefore, he sent letter upon letter to him to Athens, to which Dion added his entreaties; also several philosophers of the Pythagorean sect from Italy sent their recommendations, urging him to come and obtain a hold upon this pliant, youthful soul, which his solid and weighty reasonings might steady, as it were, upon the seas of absolute power and authority. Plato, as he tells us himself, out of shame more than any other feeling, lest it should seem that he was all mere theory, and that of his own good-will he would never venture into action, hoping withal, that if he could work a cure upon one man, the head and guide of the rest, he might remedy the distempers of the whole island of Sicily, yielded to their requests.
Dion often entertained the king on this topic and, whenever he had the chance, shared some of the philosopher's quotes. Dionysius became increasingly eager to have Plato around and to listen to him speak. So, he started sending letter after letter to him in Athens, with Dion adding his pleas. Several philosophers from the Pythagorean school in Italy also sent their endorsements, urging him to come and influence this young, impressionable soul, which his solid and thoughtful reasoning could stabilize amidst the tumult of absolute power and authority. Plato, as he mentions himself, feeling more ashamed than anything else—fearing it would seem like he was all talk and that he would never take action of his own volition—hoped that if he could help just one person, the leader of them all, he might be able to address the problems of the entire island of Sicily. He eventually agreed to their requests.
But Dion’s enemies, fearing an alteration in Dionysius, persuaded him to recall from banishment Philistus, a man of learned education, and at the same time of great experience in the ways of tyrants, and who might serve as a counterpoise to Plato and his philosophy. For Philistus from the beginning had been a great instrument in establishing the tyranny, and for a long time had held the office of captain of the citadel. There was a report, that he had been intimate with the mother of Dionysius the first, and not without his privity. And when Leptines, having two daughters by a married woman whom he had debauched, gave one of them in marriage to Philistus, without acquainting Dionysius, he, in great anger, put Leptines’s mistress in prison, and banished Philistus from Sicily. Whereupon, he fled to some of his friends on the Adriatic coast, in which retirement and leisure it is probable he wrote the greatest part of his history; for he returned not into his country during the reign of that Dionysius.
But Dion’s enemies, worried about changes in Dionysius, convinced him to bring back Philistus, a well-educated man with a lot of experience in dealing with tyrants, who could counterbalance Plato and his philosophy. Philistus had been a major player in establishing the tyranny from the start and had long served as the captain of the citadel. It was rumored he had an affair with the mother of Dionysius the first, and Dionysius knew about it. When Leptines, who had two daughters with a married woman he had seduced, gave one of them in marriage to Philistus without telling Dionysius, he got very angry, imprisoned Leptines's mistress, and exiled Philistus from Sicily. As a result, he escaped to some friends along the Adriatic coast, where it's likely he wrote most of his history during his time away, as he did not return to his homeland while that Dionysius was still in power.
But after his death, as is just related, Dion’s enemies occasioned him to be recalled home, as fitter for their purpose, and a firm friend to the arbitrary government. And this, indeed, immediately upon his return he set himself to maintain; and at the same time various calumnies and accusations against Dion were by others brought to the king: as that he held correspondence with Theodotes and Heraclides, to subvert the government; as, doubtless, it is likely enough, that Dion had entertained hopes, by the coming of Plato, to mitigate the rigid and despotic severity of the tyranny, and to give Dionysius the character of a fair and lawful governor; and had determined, if he should continue averse to that, and were not to be reclaimed, to depose him, and restore the commonwealth to the Syracusans; not that he approved a democratic government, but thought it altogether preferable to a tyranny, when a sound and good aristocracy could not be procured.
But after his death, as just mentioned, Dion’s enemies had him called back home, believing it served their purpose better, and he was a strong supporter of the authoritarian regime. Indeed, right after his return, he made it clear he would uphold that position; meanwhile, various slanders and accusations against Dion were brought to the king by others, claiming that he was in contact with Theodotes and Heraclides to overthrow the government. It’s likely that Dion had hoped, with Plato’s arrival, to soften the harsh and despotic nature of the tyranny and to present Dionysius as a fair and legitimate ruler. He had also decided that if Dionysius remained resistant to this change and couldn’t be swayed, he would remove him and restore the government for the people of Syracuse; not because he favored a democratic government, but because he thought it was far better than a tyranny when a solid and effective aristocracy couldn’t be established.
This was the state of affairs when Plato came into Sicily, who, at his first arrival, was received with wonderful demonstration of kindness and respect. For one of the royal chariots, richly ornamented, was in attendance to receive him when he came on shore; Dionysius himself sacrificed to the gods in thankful acknowledgment for the great happiness which had befallen his government. The citizens, also, began to entertain marvelous hopes of a speedy reformation, when they observed the modesty which now ruled in the banquets, and the general decorum which prevailed in all the court, their tyrant himself also behaving with gentleness and humanity in all their matters of business that came before him. There was a general passion for reasoning: and philosophy, insomuch that the very palace, it is reported, was filled with dust by the concourse of the students in mathematics who were working their problems there. Some few days after, it was the time of one of the Syracusan sacrifices, and when the priest, as he was wont, prayed for the long and safe continuance of the tyranny, Dionysius, it is said, as he stood by, cried out, “Leave off praying for evil upon us.” This sensibly vexed Philistus and his party, who conjectured, that if Plato, upon such brief acquaintance, had so far transformed and altered the young man’s mind, longer converse and greater intimacy would give him such influence and authority, that it would he impossible to withstand him.
This was the situation when Plato arrived in Sicily, where he was welcomed with incredible kindness and respect. A lavish royal chariot was waiting for him as he came ashore; Dionysius himself made sacrifices to the gods in gratitude for the happiness that had come to his rule. The citizens also started to have great hopes for a quick change when they noticed the modest behavior at the banquets and the overall decorum at the court, with their tyrant himself acting with gentleness and humanity in all the dealings that came his way. There was a widespread enthusiasm for reasoning and philosophy, to the point that it’s said the palace filled with dust from the students in mathematics who gathered there to work on their problems. A few days later, during one of the Syracusan sacrifices, the priest, as usual, prayed for the long and safe continuation of the tyranny. Dionysius reportedly interrupted, saying, “Stop praying for evil upon us.” This upset Philistus and his supporters, who speculated that if Plato could influence and transform the young man's mind this much in such a short time, then longer conversations and closer relationships would give him such power and authority that he would be impossible to resist.
Therefore, no longer privately and apart, but jointly and in public, all of them, they began to slander Dion, noising it about that he had charmed and bewitched Dionysius by Plato’s sophistry, to the end that when he was persuaded voluntarily to part with his power, and lay down his authority, Dion might take it up, and settle it upon his sister Aristomache’s children. Others professed to be indignant that the Athenians, who formerly had come to Sicily with a great fleet and a numerous land-army, and perished miserably without being able to take the city of Syracuse, should now, by means of one sophister, overturn the sovereignty of Dionysius; inveigling him to cashier his guard of ten thousand lances, dismiss a navy of four hundred galleys, disband an army of ten thousand horse and many times over that number of foot, and go seek in the schools an unknown and imaginary bliss, and learn by the mathematics how to be happy; while, in the meantime, the substantial enjoyments of absolute power, riches, and pleasure would be handed over to Dion and his sister’s children.
So, no longer in private and on their own, but together and in public, they all started to slander Dion, spreading the rumor that he had enchanted and tricked Dionysius through Plato's clever arguments. The aim was to persuade Dionysius to willingly give up his power and his authority so that Dion could take over and pass it down to his sister Aristomache's children. Others expressed outrage that the Athenians, who had once come to Sicily with a massive fleet and a large army but ended up failing miserably to capture the city of Syracuse, could now, through one philosopher, bring down the rule of Dionysius; manipulating him into dismissing his guard of ten thousand soldiers, getting rid of a navy of four hundred ships, disbanding an army of ten thousand cavalry and even more foot soldiers, all to chase an unknown and imaginary happiness in the schools and learn from mathematics how to be happy; while, in the meantime, the real pleasures of total power, wealth, and enjoyment would be left to Dion and his sister's children.
By these means, Dion began to incur at first suspicion, and by degrees more apparent displeasure and hostility. A letter, also, was intercepted and brought to the young prince, which Dion had written to the Carthaginian agents, advising them, that, when they treated with Dionysius concerning the peace, they should not come to their audience without communicating with him: they would not fail to obtain by this means all that they wanted. When Dionysius had shown this to Philistus, and consulted with him, as Timaeus relates, about it, he overreached Dion by a feigned reconciliation, professing, after some fair and reasonable expression of his feelings, that he was at friends with him, and thus, leading him alone to the sea-side, under the castle wall, he showed him the letter, and taxed him with conspiring with the Carthaginians against him. And when Dion essayed to speak in his own defense, Dionysius suffered him not; but immediately forced him aboard a boat, which lay there for that purpose, and commanded the sailors to set him ashore on the coast of Italy.
By these means, Dion started to raise suspicion, and gradually, more obvious displeasure and hostility followed. A letter was also intercepted and brought to the young prince, which Dion had written to the Carthaginian agents, advising them that when they negotiated with Dionysius about peace, they should not go to their meeting without consulting him first; this way, they would be sure to get everything they wanted. When Dionysius showed this to Philistus and discussed it with him, as Timaeus reports, he tricked Dion with a false reconciliation, claiming, after some polite and reasonable expressions of his feelings, that he was on good terms with him. He then led him alone to the seaside, under the castle wall, showed him the letter, and accused him of conspiring with the Carthaginians against him. When Dion tried to defend himself, Dionysius wouldn't let him speak; instead, he immediately forced him onto a boat that was there for that purpose and ordered the sailors to take him ashore on the coast of Italy.
When this was publicly known, and was thought very hard usage, there was much lamentation in the tyrant’s own household on account of the women, but the citizens of Syracuse encouraged themselves, expecting that for his sake some disturbance would ensue; which, together with the mistrust others would now feel, might occasion a general change and revolution in the state. Dionysius, seeing this, took alarm, and endeavored to pacify the women and others of Dion’s kindred and friends; assuring them that he had not banished, but only sent him out of the way for a time, for fear of his own passion, which might be provoked some day by Dion’s self-will into some act which he should be sorry for. He gave also two ships to his relations, with liberty to send into Peloponnesus for him whatever of his property or servants they thought fit.
When this became widely known, it was seen as very harsh treatment, leading to a lot of sorrow in the tyrant's household because of the women involved. Meanwhile, the citizens of Syracuse encouraged one another, hoping that some unrest would follow because of this, and that the distrust others might now feel could lead to a general shift and revolution in the city. Dionysius, realizing this, became alarmed and tried to reassure the women and other relatives and friends of Dion. He told them that he hadn’t actually banished him, but just sent him away temporarily out of fear of his own temper, which might someday be ignited by Dion’s stubbornness and lead to actions he would regret. He also provided two ships to his relatives, allowing them to go to Peloponnesus to retrieve any of his property or servants they deemed necessary.
Dion was very rich, and had his house furnished with little less than royal splendor and magnificence. These valuables his friends packed up and conveyed to him, besides many rich presents which were sent him by the women and his adherents. So that, so far as wealth and riches went, he made a noble appearance among the Greeks, and they might judge, by the affluence of the exile, what was the power of the tyrant.
Dion was incredibly wealthy and had his house decorated with almost royal splendor and luxury. His friends helped pack up and deliver these valuables to him, along with many expensive gifts sent by women and his supporters. As a result, in terms of wealth and riches, he appeared impressive among the Greeks, who could see through the exile's affluence just how powerful the tyrant was.
Dionysius immediately removed Plato into the castle, designing, under color of an honorable and kind reception, to set a guard upon him, lest he should follow Dion, and declare to the world in his behalf, how injuriously he had been dealt with. And, moreover, time and conversation (as wild beasts by use grow tame and tractable) had brought Dionysius to endure Plato’s company and discourse, so that he began to love the philosopher, but with such an affection as had something of the tyrant in it, requiring of Plato that he should, in return of his kindness, love him only, and attend to him above all other men; being ready to permit to his care the chief management of affairs, and even the government, too, upon condition that he would not prefer Dion’s friendship before his. This extravagant affection was a great trouble to Plato, for it was accompanied with petulant and jealous humors, like the fond passions of those that are desperately in love; frequently he was angry and fell out with him, and presently begged and entreated to be friends again. He was beyond measure desirous to be Plato’s scholar, and to proceed in the study of philosophy, and yet he was ashamed of it with those who spoke against it and professed to think it would ruin him.
Dionysius quickly moved Plato into the castle, pretending to give him an honorable and kind welcome, while actually planning to keep him guarded so he wouldn’t follow Dion and reveal to the world how badly he had been treated. Over time and through conversation (just like wild animals can become tame with enough interaction), Dionysius started to tolerate Plato’s company and discussions, leading him to develop a liking for the philosopher. However, his affection had a touch of tyranny to it; he expected Plato to love him back exclusively and to prioritize him above everyone else. He was even willing to let Plato handle important affairs and even govern, as long as Plato didn’t value Dion’s friendship more than his. This intense affection troubled Plato deeply, as it came with moody and jealous behaviors, similar to the whims of someone hopelessly in love. Dionysius would often get upset and argue with him, only to immediately apologize and ask to be friends again. He had an intense desire to be Plato’s student and continue studying philosophy, but he felt embarrassed about it among others who criticized it and claimed it would lead to his downfall.
But a war about this time breaking out, he sent Plato away, promising him in the summer to recall Dion, though in this he broke his word at once; nevertheless, he remitted to him his revenues, desiring Plato to excuse him as to the time appointed, because of the war, but, as soon as he had settled a peace, he would immediately send for Dion, requiring him in the interim to be quiet, and not raise any disturbance, nor speak ill of him among the Grecians. This Plato endeavored to effect, by keeping Dion with him in the Academy, and busying him in philosophical studies.
But around this time, a war broke out, so he sent Plato away, promising to call Dion back in the summer, although he immediately broke that promise; still, he sent him his revenues, asking Plato to excuse him for the delay due to the war. He assured him that as soon as peace was established, he would promptly send for Dion, asking him in the meantime to stay quiet, not cause any trouble, and not speak poorly of him among the Greeks. Plato tried to accomplish this by keeping Dion with him at the Academy and engaging him in philosophical studies.
Dion sojourned in the Upper Town of Athens, with Callippus, one of his acquaintance; but for his pleasure he bought a seat in the country, which afterwards, when he went into Sicily, he gave to Speusippus, who had been his most frequent companion while he was at Athens, Plato so arranging it, with the hope that Dion’s austere temper might be softened by agreeable company, with an occasional mixture of seasonable mirth. For Speusippus was of the character to afford him this; we find him spoken of in Timon’s Silli, as “good at a jest.” And Plato himself, as it happened, being called upon to furnish a chorus of boys, Dion took upon him the ordering and management of it, and defrayed the whole expense, Plato giving him this opportunity to oblige the Athenians, which was likely to procure his friend more kindness than himself credit. Dion went also to see several other cities, visiting the noblest and most statemanlike persons in Greece, and joining in their recreations and entertainments in their times of festival. In all which, no sort of vulgar ignorance, or tyrannic assumption, or luxuriousness was remarked in him; but, on the contrary, a great deal of temperance, generosity, and courage, and a well-becoming taste for reasoning and philosophic discourses. By which means he gained the love and admiration of all men, and in many cities had public honors decreed him; the Lacedaemonians making him a citizen of Sparta, without regard to the displeasure of Dionysius, though at that time he was aiding them in their wars against the Thebans.
Dion spent time in the Upper Town of Athens with Callippus, one of his friends. For his enjoyment, he bought a country seat, which he later gave to Speusippus, who had often kept him company while he was in Athens. Plato arranged this, hoping that Dion’s serious nature might be softened by good company and some light-hearted fun. Speusippus had a reputation for this, as noted in Timon’s Silli, where he’s described as “good at a jest.” Additionally, when Plato needed to organize a chorus of boys, Dion took it upon himself to manage everything and covered the entire cost. Plato gave him this chance to gain goodwill from the Athenians, which would likely earn his friend more favor than it would reflect on himself. Dion also visited various other cities, meeting with the most notable and statesmanlike individuals in Greece, and participated in their celebrations and festivals. Throughout all of this, he showed no signs of ignorance, tyranny, or excess; instead, he displayed great self-control, generosity, courage, and a genuine appreciation for reasoning and philosophical discussions. As a result, he earned the love and admiration of many, and several cities granted him public honors; the Lacedaemonians even made him a citizen of Sparta, disregarding Dionysius’s anger, even though he was then supporting them in their wars against the Thebans.
It is related that once, upon invitation, he went to pay a visit to Ptoeodorus the Megarian, a man, it would seem, of wealth and importance; and when, on account of the concourse of people about his doors, and the press of business, it was very troublesome and difficult to get access to him, turning about to his friends who seemed concerned and angry at it, “What reason,” said he, “have we to blame Ptoeodorus, when we ourselves used to do no better when we were at Syracuse?”
It’s said that once, he was invited to visit Ptoeodorus the Megarian, a wealthy and influential man. When he found it really difficult to get to him due to the crowd outside and all the busyness, he turned to his friends, who looked worried and annoyed, and said, “Why are we judging Ptoeodorus? We were no better when we were in Syracuse.”
After some little time, Dionysius, envying Dion, and jealous of the favor and interest he had among the Grecians, put a stop upon his incomes, and no longer sent him his revenues, making his own commissioners trustees of the estate. But, endeavoring to obviate the ill-will and discredit which, upon Plato’s account, might accrue to him among the philosophers, he collected in his court many reputed learned men; and, ambitiously desiring to surpass them in their debates he was forced to make use, often incorrectly, of arguments he had picked up from Plato. And now he wished for his company again, repenting he had not made better use of it when he had it, and had given no greater heed to his admirable lessons. Like a tyrant, therefore, inconsiderate in his desires, headstrong and violent in whatever he took a will to, on a sudden he was eagerly set on the design of recalling him, and left no stone unturned, but addressed himself to Archytas the Pythagorean (his acquaintance and friendly relations with whom owed their origin to Plato), and persuaded him to stand as surety for his engagements, and to request Plato to revisit Sicily.
After a little while, Dionysius, feeling envious of Dion and jealous of the favor and support he had among the Greeks, stopped his payments and no longer sent him his income, making his own officials trustees of the estate. However, to avoid the bad reputation and dislike that might come to him among the philosophers because of Plato, he gathered many reputed scholars at his court. Eager to outshine them in discussions, he often mistakenly used arguments he had picked up from Plato. Now he wanted to see Plato again, regretting that he hadn't taken better advantage of his company when he had the chance and hadn’t paid more attention to his brilliant teachings. Like a tyrant, impulsive in his desires and stubborn in whatever he wanted, he suddenly became keen on the idea of bringing him back, and went to great lengths to make it happen. He reached out to Archytas the Pythagorean (with whom he had friendly ties due to Plato) and convinced him to act as a guarantor for his promises and to ask Plato to come back to Sicily.
Archytas therefore sent Archedemus, and Dionysius some galleys, with divers friends, to entreat his return; moreover, he wrote to him himself expressly and in plain terms, that Dion must never look for any favor or kindness, if Plato would not be prevailed with to come into Sicily; but if Plato did come, Dion should be assured of whatever he desired. Dion also received letters full of solicitations from his sister and his wife, urging him to beg Plato to gratify Dionysius in this request, and not give him an excuse for further ill-doing. So that, as Plato says of himself, the third time he set sail for the Strait of Scylla,
Archytas sent Archedemus and some galleys to Dionysius, along with various friends, to ask for his return. He also wrote to him directly and clearly, stating that Dion should not expect any support or kindness if Plato couldn't be persuaded to come to Sicily. However, if Plato did come, Dion would get all that he wanted. Dion also received letters filled with appeals from his sister and wife, urging him to ask Plato to help Dionysius with this request and not give him a reason for further bad behavior. So, as Plato mentions about himself, it was the third time he set sail for the Strait of Scylla.
“Venturing again Charybdis’s dangerous gulf.”
“Venturing again into Charybdis’s dangerous gulf.”
This arrival brought great joy to Dionysius, and no less hopes to the Sicilians, who were earnest in their prayers and good wishes that Plato might get the better of Philistus, and philosophy triumph over tyranny. Neither was he unbefriended by the women, who studied to oblige him; and he had with Dionysius that peculiar credit which no man else ever obtained, namely, liberty to come into his presence without being examined or searched. When he would have given him a considerable sum of money, and, on several repeated occasions, made fresh offers, which Plato as often declined, Aristippus the Cyrenaean, then present, said that Dionysius was very safe in his munificence, he gave little to those who were ready to take all they could get, and a great deal to Plato, who would accept of nothing.
This arrival brought great joy to Dionysius, and equally high hopes to the Sicilians, who were earnest in their prayers and good wishes that Plato would overcome Philistus, and that philosophy would triumph over tyranny. He also had the support of the women, who tried to please him; and he enjoyed a unique privilege with Dionysius that no one else had, which was the freedom to enter his presence without being questioned or searched. When Dionysius wanted to give him a significant amount of money and made fresh offers on several occasions, which Plato consistently turned down, Aristippus the Cyrenaean, who was there at the time, remarked that Dionysius was very secure in his generosity, as he gave little to those eager to take everything they could, and a lot to Plato, who wouldn't accept anything.
After the first compliments of kindness were over, when Plato began to discourse of Dion, he was at first diverted by excuses for delay, followed soon after by complaints and disgusts, though not as yet observable to others, Dionysius endeavoring to conceal them, and, by other civilities and honorable usage, to draw him off from his affection to Dion. And for some time Plato himself was careful not to let anything of this dishonesty and breach of promise appear, but bore with it, and dissembled his annoyance. While matters stood thus between them, and, as they thought, they were unobserved and undiscovered, Helicon the Cyzicenian, one of Plato’s followers, foretold an eclipse of the sun, which happened according to his prediction; for which he was much admired by the tyrant, and rewarded with a talent of silver; whereupon Aristippus, jesting with some others of the philosophers, told them, he also could predict something extraordinary; and on their entreating him to declare it, “I foretell,” said he, “that before long there will be a quarrel between Dionysius and Plato.”
After the initial compliments of kindness were over, when Plato started talking about Dion, he was initially sidetracked by excuses for delays, soon followed by complaints and irritation, although these emotions weren’t yet noticeable to others, as Dionysius tried to hide them and used other polite gestures and respectful treatment to divert Plato's attention away from his feelings for Dion. For a while, Plato himself was careful not to let any of this dishonesty and betrayal show; he tolerated it and hid his frustration. While things stood like this between them, and they thought they were unnoticed and undiscovered, Helicon from Cyzicus, one of Plato's followers, predicted a solar eclipse, which happened just as he said it would; this earned him great admiration from the tyrant, who rewarded him with a talent of silver. In response, Aristippus, joking with some fellow philosophers, claimed he could also predict something remarkable. When they asked him to share, he said, “I predict that soon there will be a conflict between Dionysius and Plato.”
At length, Dionysius made sale of Dion’s estate, and converted the money to his own use, and removed Plato from an apartment he had in the gardens of the palace to lodgings among the guards he kept in pay, who from the first had hated Plato, and sought opportunity to make away with him, supposing he advised Dionysius to lay down the government and disband his soldiers.
Eventually, Dionysius sold Dion's estate, took the money for himself, and moved Plato from his apartment in the palace gardens to a place among the guards he employed, who had always hated Plato and were looking for a chance to get rid of him, thinking he was encouraging Dionysius to step down from power and disband his soldiers.
When Archytas understood the danger he was in, he immediately sent a galley with messengers to demand him of Dionysius; alleging that he stood engaged for his safety, upon the confidence of which Plato had come to Sicily. Dionysius, to palliate his secret hatred, before Plato came away, treated him with great entertainments and all seeming demonstrations of kindness, but could not forbear breaking out one day into the expression, “No doubt, Plato, when you are at home among the philosophers, your companions, you will complain of me, and reckon up a great many of my faults.” To which Plato answered with a smile, “The Academy will never, I trust, be at such a loss for subjects to discuss as to seek one in you.” Thus, they say, Plato was dismissed; but his own writings do not altogether agree with this account.
When Archytas realized the danger he was in, he quickly sent a ship with messengers to ask Dionysius for him, claiming he was responsible for his safety, based on the trust that had led Plato to come to Sicily. To cover up his hidden resentment, Dionysius, before Plato left, treated him to lavish entertainment and acted very kindly, but he couldn't help but say one day, “No doubt, Plato, when you're back home with your philosopher friends, you'll complain about me and list all my faults.” Plato replied with a smile, “I trust the Academy won't be so short on topics to discuss that it has to look to you for one.” This is how they say Plato was sent off; however, his own writings don’t entirely align with this account.
Dion was angry at all this, and not long after declared open enmity to Dionysius, on hearing what had been done with his wife; on which matter Plato, also, had had some confidential correspondence with Dionysius. Thus it was. After Dion’s banishment, Dionysius, when he sent Plato back, had desired him to ask Dion privately, if he would be averse to his wife’s marrying another man, For there went a report, whether true, or raised by Dion’s enemies, that his marriage was not pleasing to him, and that he lived with his wife on uneasy terms. When Plato therefore came to Athens, and had mentioned the subject to Dion, he wrote a letter to Dionysius, speaking of other matters openly, but on this in language expressly designed to be understood by him alone, to the effect that he had talked with Dion about the business, and that it was evident he would highly resent the affront, if it should be put into execution. At that time, therefore, while there were yet great hopes of an accommodation, he took no new steps with his sister, suffering her to live with Dion’s child. But when things were come to that pass, that no reconciliation could be expected, and Plato, after his second visit, was again sent away in displeasure, he then forced Arete, against her will, to marry Timocrates, one of his favorites; in this action coming short even of his father’s justice and lenity; for he, when Polyxenus, the husband of his sister, Theste, became his enemy, and fled in alarm out of Sicily, sent for his sister, and taxed her, that, being privy to her husband’s flight, she had not declared it to him. But the lady, confident and fearless, made him this reply: “Do you believe me, brother, so bad a wife, or so timorous a woman, that, having known my husband’s flight, I would not have borne him company, and shared his fortunes? I knew nothing of it; since otherwise it had been my better lot to be called the wife of the exile Polyxenus, than the sister of the tyrant Dionysius.” It is said, he admired her free and ready answer, as did the Syracusans, also, her courage and virtue, insomuch that she retained her dignity and princely retinue after the dissolution of the tyranny, and, when she died, the citizens, by public decree, attended the solemnity of her funeral. And the story, though a digression from the present purpose, was well worth the telling.
Dion was furious about all this, and shortly after, he openly declared hostility towards Dionysius upon learning what had happened with his wife. Plato had also had some private exchanges with Dionysius about this matter. After Dion was exiled, Dionysius, when he sent Plato back, asked him to discreetly find out if Dion would object to his wife marrying another man. There were rumors, whether true or spread by Dion's enemies, that he was unhappy in his marriage and that he and his wife were not getting along well. When Plato arrived in Athens and brought this up with Dion, Dion wrote a letter to Dionysius, discussing other topics openly but using language meant to be understood only by him regarding this issue. He made it clear to Dionysius that he had spoken with Dion about it and that Dion would take great offense if it were to happen. At that time, while there were still hopes for a resolution, Dionysius didn't take any new actions concerning his sister and allowed her to stay with Dion’s child. However, when it became clear that reconciliation was impossible, and after Plato's second visit ended in dissatisfaction, he then forced Arete to marry Timocrates, one of his favorites, against her will; in this act, he fell short even of his father's fairness and mercy. When Polyxenus, the husband of his sister Theste, became his enemy and fled Sicily in fear, Dionysius called for her and reproached her for not telling him about her husband's flight, despite knowing it. The brave and confident woman replied, “Do you really think me such a bad wife or such a fearful woman that, if I knew my husband was fleeing, I wouldn’t have gone with him and shared in his fate? I knew nothing of it; otherwise, I would prefer to be known as the wife of the exiled Polyxenus rather than the sister of the tyrant Dionysius.” It is said he admired her bold and quick-witted response, as did the Syracusans, who respected her courage and virtue. Consequently, she maintained her dignity and royal attendance even after the tyranny ended, and when she died, the citizens, by public decree, attended her funeral. Though this story strays from the main point, it is certainly worth telling.
From this time, Dion set his mind upon warlike measures; with which Plato, out of respect for past hospitalities, and because of his age, would have nothing to do. But Speusippus and the rest of his friends assisted and encouraged him, bidding him deliver Sicily, which with lift-up hands implored his help, and with open arms was ready to receive him. For when Plato was staying at Syracuse, Speusippus, being oftener than he in company with the citizens, had more thoroughly made out how they were inclined; and though at first they had been on their guard, suspecting his bold language, as though he had been set on by the tyrant to trepan them, yet at length they trusted him. There was but one mind and one wish or prayer among them all, that Dion would undertake the design, and come, though without either navy, men, horse, or arms; that he would simply put himself aboard any ship, and lend the Sicilians his person and name against Dionysius. This information from Speusippus encouraged Dion, who, concealing his real purpose, employed his friends privately to raise what men they could; and many statesmen and philosophers were assisting to him, as, for instance, Eudemus the Cyprian, on whose death Aristotle wrote his Dialogue of the Soul, and Timonides the Leucadian. They also engaged on his side Miltas the Thessalian, who was a prophet, and had studied in the Academy. But of all that were banished by Dionysius, who were not fewer than a thousand, five and twenty only joined in the enterprise; the rest were afraid, and abandoned it. The rendezvous was in the island Zacynthus, where a small force of not quite eight hundred men came together, all of them, however, persons already distinguished in plenty of previous hard service, their bodies well trained and practiced, and their experience and courage amply sufficient to animate and embolden to action the numbers whom Dion expected to join him in Sicily.
From this time on, Dion focused on military plans, which Plato, out of respect for past kindnesses and due to his age, wanted no part of. However, Speusippus and the rest of his friends supported and encouraged him, urging him to rescue Sicily, which was reaching out for his help and was ready to welcome him. When Plato was in Syracuse, Speusippus spent more time with the locals and got a better sense of their feelings. Initially, they were cautious, suspicious of his bold words as if he had been sent by the tyrant to trap them, but eventually, they began to trust him. They all shared the same desire and hope that Dion would take on the mission and come, even without a fleet, soldiers, horses, or weapons; they just wanted him to embark on any ship and offer himself, along with his name, against Dionysius. This insight from Speusippus motivated Dion, who, keeping his true intentions hidden, secretly enlisted his friends to gather as many men as they could. Many politicians and philosophers rallied to his cause, including Eudemus from Cyprus, whom Aristotle honored in his work on the Soul after his death, and Timonides from Leucas. They also secured the support of Miltas the Thessalian, a seer who had studied in the Academy. However, out of all those exiled by Dionysius, numbering over a thousand, only twenty-five joined the effort; the rest were too afraid to participate. They agreed to meet on the island of Zacynthus, where a small force of just under eight hundred men assembled, all of whom were already recognized for their extensive previous military experience, physically fit and well-trained, with enough experience and courage to inspire and encourage the many others that Dion expected to join him in Sicily.
Yet these men, when they first understood the expedition was against Dionysius, were troubled and disheartened, blaming Dion, that, hurried on like a madman by mere passion and despair, he rashly threw both himself and them into certain ruin. Nor were they less angry with their commanders and muster-masters, that they had not in the beginning let them know the design. But when Dion in his address to them had set forth the unsafe and weak condition of arbitrary government, and declared that he carried them rather for commanders than soldiers, the citizens of Syracuse and the rest of the Sicilians having been long ready for a revolt, and when, after him, Alcimenes, an Achaean of the highest birth and reputation, who accompanied the expedition, harangued them to the same effect, they were contented.
Yet these men, when they first realized that the mission was against Dionysius, felt anxious and discouraged, blaming Dion for rushing into danger out of passion and despair, recklessly placing both himself and them in jeopardy. They were also angry at their leaders and officers for not informing them of the plan right from the start. However, when Dion addressed them and explained the risky and unstable nature of arbitrary rule, stating that he was leading them as commanders rather than soldiers, the citizens of Syracuse and the other Sicilians, who had been ready to rebel for a long time, began to feel more at ease. Afterwards, Alcimenes, a high-born and respected Achaean who was part of the expedition, spoke to them in a similar manner, which further calmed their concerns.
It was now the middle of summer, and the Etesian winds blowing steadily on the seas, the moon was at the full, when Dion prepared a magnificent sacrifice to Apollo; and with great solemnity marched his soldiers to the temple in all their arms and accouterments. And after the sacrifice, he feasted them all in the race-course of the Zacynthians, where he had made provision for their entertainment. And when here they beheld with wonder the quantity and the richness of the gold and silver plate, and the tables laid to entertain them, all far exceeding the fortunes of a private man, they concluded with themselves, that a man now past the prime of life, who was master of so much treasure, would not engage himself in so hazardous an enterprise without good reason of hope, and certain and sufficient assurances of aid from friends over there. Just after the libations were made, and the accompanying prayers offered, the moon was eclipsed; which was no wonder to Dion, who understood the revolutions of eclipses, and the way in which the moon is overshadowed and the earth interposed between her and the sun. But because it was necessary that the soldiers, who were surprised and troubled at it, should be satisfied and encouraged, Miltas the diviner, standing up in the midst of the assembly, bade them be of good cheer, and expect all happy success, for that the divine powers foreshowed that something at present glorious and resplendent should be eclipsed and obscured; nothing at this time being more splendid than the sovereignty of Dionysius, their arrival in Sicily should dim this glory, and extinguish this brightness. Thus Miltas, in public, descanted upon the incident. But concerning a swarm of bees which settled on the poop of Dion’s ship, he privately told him and his friends, that he feared the great actions they were like to perform, though for a time they should thrive and flourish, would be of short continuance, and soon suffer a decay. It is reported, also, that many prodigies happened to Dionysius at that time. An eagle, snatching a javelin from one of the guard, carried it aloft, and from thence let it fall into the sea. The water of the sea that washed the castle walls was for a whole day sweet and potable, as many that tasted it experienced. Pigs were farrowed perfect in all their other parts, but without ears. This the diviners declared to portend revolt and rebellion, for that the subjects would no longer give ear to the commands of their superiors. They expounded the sweetness of the water to signify to the Syracusans a change from hard and grievous times into easier and more happy circumstances. The eagle being the bird of Jupiter, and the spear an emblem of power and command, this prodigy was to denote that the chief of the gods designed the end and dissolution of the present government. These things Theopompus relates in his history.
It was now the middle of summer, and the Etesian winds were blowing steadily over the seas. The moon was full when Dion prepared a grand sacrifice to Apollo. With great seriousness, he marched his soldiers to the temple, all in their armor and gear. After the sacrifice, he treated them to a feast in the racecourse of the Zacynthians, where he had arranged for their entertainment. As they marveled at the vast amount of gold and silver tableware, and the abundant spread that far surpassed what a private individual could afford, they thought to themselves that a man well past his prime, who held such wealth, wouldn't embark on such a risky venture without solid hope and strong assurances of support from allies across the sea. Just after the offerings and prayers were made, the moon was eclipsed. This didn’t surprise Dion, who understood the cycles of eclipses and how the earth gets between the moon and the sun. However, since the soldiers were startled and worried, Miltas the diviner stood up in the middle of the gathering to reassure them and tell them to expect a favorable outcome. He said that the divine powers indicated something currently glorious would be eclipsed, and nothing was more splendid at that moment than the rule of Dionysius; their arrival in Sicily would diminish this glory and extinguish its brightness. Miltas talked publicly about this event. But regarding a swarm of bees that settled on the stern of Dion’s ship, he privately told him and his friends that he feared the great actions they were about to undertake, while they might thrive at first, would be short-lived and quickly fade away. It's also reported that many omens occurred for Dionysius at that time. An eagle, snatching a javelin from one of the guards, flew up and dropped it into the sea. The water washing the castle walls was sweet and drinkable for an entire day, as many who tasted it found out. Pigs were born perfect in every way but without ears. The diviners interpreted this to signal a revolt and rebellion, as the subjects would no longer heed the commands of their leaders. They explained the sweetness of the water to signify a shift from hard and difficult times to easier and happier ones for the Syracusans. The eagle being a bird of Jupiter, and the javelin representing power and authority, this omen was taken to mean that the chief of the gods intended the end and downfall of the current government. Theopompus recounts these events in his history.
Two ships of burden carried all Dion’s men; a third vessel, of no great size, and two galleys of thirty oars attended them. In addition to his soldiers’ own arms, he carried two thousand shields, a very great number of darts and lances, and abundant stores of all manner of provisions, that there might be no want of anything in their voyage; their purpose being to keep out at sea during the whole voyage, and use the winds, since all the land was hostile to them, and Philistus, they had been told, was in Iapygia with a fleet, looking out for them. Twelve days they sailed with a fresh and gentle breeze; on the thirteenth, they made Pachynus, the Sicilian cape. There Protus, the chief pilot, advised them to land at once and without delay, for if they were forced again from the shore, and did not take advantage of the headland, they might ride out at sea many nights and days, waiting for a southerly wind in the summer season. But Dion, fearing a descent too near his enemies, and desirous to begin at a greater distance, and further on in the country, sailed on past Pachynus. They had not gone far, before stress of weather, the wind blowing hard at north, drove the fleet from the coast; and it being now about the time that Arcturus rises, a violent storm of wind and rain came on, with thunder and lightning, the mariners were at their wits’ end, and ignorant what course they ran, until on a sudden they found they were driving with the sea on Cercina, the island on the coast of Africa, just where it is most craggy and dangerous to run upon. Upon the cliffs there they escaped narrowly of being forced and staved to pieces; but, laboring hard at their oars, with much difficulty they kept clear until the storm ceased. Then, lighting by chance upon a vessel, they understood they were upon the Heads, as it is called, of the Great Syrtis; and when they were now again disheartened by a sudden calm, and beating to and fro without making any way, a soft air began to blow from the land, when they expected anything rather than wind from the south and scarce believed the happy change of their fortune. The gale gradually increasing, and beginning to blow fresh, they clapped on all their sails, and, praying to the gods, put out again into the open sea, steering right from Africa for Sicily. And, running steady before the wind, the fifth day they arrived at Minoa, a little town of Sicily, in the dominion of the Carthaginians, of which Synalus, an acquaintance and friend of Dion’s, happened at that time to be governor; who, not knowing it was Dion and his fleet, endeavored to hinder his men from landing; but they rushed on shore with their swords in their hands, not slaying any of their opponents (for this Dion had forbidden, because of his friendship with the Carthaginians), but forced them to retreat, and, following close, pressed in a body with them into the place, and took it. As soon as the two commanders met, they mutually saluted each other; Dion delivered up the place again to Synalus, without the least damage done to anyone therein, and Synalus quartered and entertained the soldiers, and supplied Dion with what he wanted.
Two cargo ships carried all of Dion's men; a third, smaller vessel, along with two galleys with thirty oars, accompanied them. Besides the soldiers' own weapons, they brought along two thousand shields, a huge number of darts and lances, and plenty of various provisions, ensuring they wouldn’t lack anything for their voyage. Their plan was to stay at sea the entire time, relying on the winds since all the land was hostile to them, and they had been told that Philistus was in Iapygia with a fleet, searching for them. They sailed for twelve days with a nice, gentle breeze; on the thirteenth, they reached Pachynus, the Sicilian cape. There, Protus, the chief pilot, recommended they land immediately without delay, as if they were forced away from the shore again and didn’t take advantage of the headland, they might end up drifting at sea for many nights and days, waiting for a southerly wind during the summer. However, Dion, worried about landing too close to his enemies and wanting to start further inland, decided to sail past Pachynus. They hadn’t gone far when bad weather struck, with strong north winds pushing their fleet away from the coast; just when Arcturus began to rise, a fierce storm of wind and rain hit, accompanied by thunder and lightning. The sailors were at a loss, unsure of their direction, until suddenly they found they were drifting toward Cercina, an island off the African coast, where the shores were particularly rocky and treacherous. They barely escaped crashing against the cliffs, but with great effort at the oars, they managed to stay clear until the storm passed. Then, by chance, they came across another ship and learned they were at the Heads of the Great Syrtis. When they were feeling defeated by a sudden calm that left them drifting without making any progress, a gentle breeze began to blow from the land, surprising them since they hadn’t expected wind from the south, and they could hardly believe their luck was changing. As the wind picked up and blew fresh, they unfurled all their sails, prayed to the gods, and set out once again into the open sea, heading directly from Africa to Sicily. They made steady progress and, on the fifth day, arrived at Minoa, a small town in Sicily controlled by the Carthaginians. Synalus, a friend of Dion, was in charge there at the time and, unaware it was Dion and his fleet, tried to stop Dion’s men from landing. However, they rushed ashore with their swords drawn, not killing any of their opponents (as Dion had prohibited this due to his friendship with the Carthaginians), but they forced them to retreat and, closely following, entered the town and took control. Once the two commanders met, they greeted each other warmly; Dion handed the town back to Synalus without any harm done to anyone inside, and Synalus provided accommodations and supplies for the soldiers, helping Dion with his needs.
They were most of all encouraged by the happy accident of Dionysius’s absence at this nick of time; for it appeared that he was lately gone with eighty sail of ships to Italy. Therefore, when Dion was desirous that the soldiers should refresh themselves there, after their tedious and troublesome voyage, they would not be prevailed with, but, earnest to make the best use of that opportunity, they urged Dion to lead them straight on to Syracuse. Leaving therefore their baggage, and the arms they did not use, Dion desired Synalus to convey them to him as he had occasion, and marched directly to Syracuse.
They were especially motivated by the fortunate timing of Dionysius being away; he had recently set off with eighty ships to Italy. So, when Dion wanted the soldiers to take a break after their long and challenging journey, they refused, eager to make the most of the moment. They insisted that Dion lead them straight to Syracuse. Leaving behind their luggage and any unused weapons, Dion asked Synalus to bring their things to him when he could and marched directly to Syracuse.
The first that came in to him upon his march were two hundred horse of the Agrigentines who were settled near Ecnomum, and, after them, the Geloans. But the news soon flying to Syracuse, Timocrates, who had married Dion’s wife, the sister of Dionysius, and was the principal man among his friends now remaining in the city, immediately dispatched a courier to Dionysius with letters announcing Dion’s arrival; while he himself took all possible care to prevent any stir or tumult in the city, where all were in great excitement, but as yet continued quiet, fearing to give too much credit to what was reported. A very strange accident happened to the messenger who was sent with the letters; for being arrived in Italy, as he traveled through the land of Rhegium, hastening to Dionysius at Caulonia, he met one of his acquaintance, who was carrying home part of a sacrifice. He accepted a piece of the flesh, which his friend offered him, and proceeded on his journey with all speed; having traveled a good part of the night, and being through weariness forced to take a little rest, he laid himself down in the next convenient place he came to, which was in a wood near the road. A wolf, scenting the flesh, came and seized it as it lay fastened to the letter-bag, and with the flesh carried away the bag also, in which were the letters to Dionysius. The man, awaking and missing his bag, sought for it up and down a great while, and, not finding it, resolved not to go to the king without his letters, but to conceal himself, and keep out of the way.
The first people he encountered on his march were two hundred horsemen from Agrigentum, who were settled near Ecnomum, followed by the Geloans. However, the news quickly spread to Syracuse. Timocrates, who had married Dion’s wife and was the leading figure among Dion's remaining friends in the city, promptly sent a courier to Dionysius with letters announcing Dion’s arrival. At the same time, he did everything he could to keep the peace in the city, where everyone was very excited but still quiet, hesitant to fully believe what they heard. A very strange thing happened to the messenger who took the letters; after arriving in Italy and rushing through Rhegium on his way to Dionysius in Caulonia, he ran into an acquaintance who was bringing home part of a sacrifice. He accepted a piece of the meat that his friend offered and hurried on his way. After traveling most of the night and feeling exhausted, he decided to rest for a bit in the nearest convenient spot, which happened to be a wooded area by the road. A wolf, catching the scent of the meat, came and grabbed it, along with the bag that held the letters to Dionysius. When the man woke up and noticed his bag was missing, he searched for it for a long time. Not being able to find it, he decided he couldn't approach the king without his letters and chose to hide and keep a low profile instead.
Dionysius, therefore, came to hear of the war in Sicily from other hands, and that a good while after. In the meantime, as Dion proceeded in his march, the Camarineans joined his forces, and the country people in the territory of Syracuse rose and joined him in a large body. The Leontines and Campanians, who, with Timocrates, guarded the Epipolae, receiving a false alarm which was spread on purpose by Dion, as if he intended to attack their cities first, left Timocrates, and hastened off to carry succor to their own homes. News of which being brought to Dion, where he lay near Macrae, he raised his camp by night, and came to the river Anapus, which is distant from the city about ten furlongs; there he made a halt, and sacrificed by the river, offering vows to the rising sun. The soothsayers declared that the gods promised him victory; and they that were present, seeing him assisting at the sacrifice with a garland on his head, one and all crowned themselves with garlands. There were about five thousand that had joined his forces in their march; who, though but ill-provided, with such weapons as came next to hand, made up by zeal and courage for the want of better arms; and when once they were told to advance, as if Dion were already conqueror, they ran forward with shouts and acclamations, encouraging each other with the hopes of liberty.
Dionysius heard about the war in Sicily from others, and it was quite some time after it started. Meanwhile, as Dion continued his march, the people of Camarina joined his forces, and local farmers in the Syracuse area rallied to him in large numbers. The Leontines and Campanians, who were guarding the Epipolae with Timocrates, were misled by a false alarm spread by Dion, suggesting he planned to attack their cities first. This caused them to abandon Timocrates and rush back home for safety. When Dion learned of their departure while camped near Macrae, he secretly packed up his camp at night and moved to the Anapus River, which is about ten furlongs from the city. There, he stopped to make sacrifices by the river, offering prayers to the rising sun. The soothsayers claimed the gods promised him victory; those present saw him sacrificing with a garland on his head and all adorned themselves with garlands as well. About five thousand men joined his march, and although they were poorly equipped with whatever weapons they could find, they compensated for their lack of better arms with enthusiasm and bravery. Once they were told to advance, as if Dion had already won, they charged forward with cheers and shouts, encouraging each other with hopes of freedom.
The most considerable men and better sort of the citizens of Syracuse, clad all in white, met him at the gates. The populace set upon all that were of Dionysius’s party, and principally searched for those they called setters or informers, a number of wicked and hateful wretches, who made it their business to go up and down the city, thrusting themselves into all companies, that they might inform Dionysius what men said, and how they stood affected. These were the first that suffered, being beaten to death by the crowd. Timocrates, not being able to force his way to the garrison that kept the castle, took horse, and fled out of the city, filling all the places where he came with fear and confusion, magnifying the amount of Dion’s forces, that he might not be supposed to have deserted his charge without good reason for it. By this time, Dion was come up, and appeared in the sight of the people; he marched first in a rich suit of arms, and by him on one hand his brother, Megacles, on the other, Callippus the Athenian, crowned with garlands. Of the foreign soldiers, a hundred followed as his guard, and their several officers led the rest in good order; the Syracusans looking on and welcoming them, as if they believed the whole to be a sacred and religious procession, to celebrate the solemn entrance, after an absence of forty-eight years, of liberty and popular government.
The most prominent men and better citizens of Syracuse, dressed in white, met him at the gates. The crowd attacked everyone associated with Dionysius, especially searching for those they called informers or snitches—despicable people who roamed the city, inserting themselves into all groups to report back to Dionysius what people were saying and how they felt. These were the first to suffer, as they were beaten to death by the mob. Timocrates, unable to reach the garrison holding the castle, mounted his horse and fled the city, spreading panic and confusion wherever he went, exaggerating the size of Dion’s forces so it wouldn’t look like he had abandoned his post without good reason. By this time, Dion had arrived and was visible to the crowd; he marched in a splendid suit of armor, with his brother Megacles on one side and Callippus the Athenian on the other, crowned with garlands. A hundred foreign soldiers followed as his guard, with their various officers leading the rest in an organized manner, while the Syracusans watched and welcomed them, as if they believed it was a sacred and religious procession celebrating the long-awaited return of liberty and self-governance after a forty-eight-year absence.
Dion entered by the Menitid gate, and, having by sound of trumpet quieted the noise of the people, he caused proclamation to be made, that Dion and Megacles, who were come to overthrow the tyrannical government, did declare the Syracusans and all other Sicilians to be free from the tyrant. But, being desirous to harangue the people himself, he went up through the Achradina. The citizens on each side the way brought victims for sacrifice, set out their tables and goblets, and as he passed by each door threw flowers and ornaments upon him, with vows and acclamations, honoring him as a god. There was under the castle and the Pentapyla a lofty and conspicuous sundial, which Dionysius had set up. Getting up upon the top of that, he made an oration to the people, calling upon them to maintain and defend their liberty; who, with great expressions of joy and acknowledgment, created Dion and Megacles generals, with plenary powers, joining in commission with them, at their desire and entreaty, twenty colleagues, of whom half were of those that had returned with them out of banishment. It seemed also to the diviners a most happy omen, that Dion, when he made his address to the people, had under his feet the stately monument which Dionysius had been at such pains to erect; but because it was a sundial on which he stood when he was made general, they expressed some fears that the great actions he had performed might be subject to change, and admit some rapid turn and declination of fortune.
Dion entered through the Menitid gate and, with the sound of a trumpet, quieted the crowd. He announced that he and Megacles, who had come to overthrow the tyrannical rule, declared the people of Syracuse and all Sicilians to be free from the tyrant. Eager to address the crowd himself, he made his way through Achradina. Citizens along the street brought animals for sacrifice, set up tables and goblets, and as he passed each door, they showered him with flowers and decorations, honoring him like a god. Beneath the castle and the Pentapyla stood a tall, noticeable sundial that Dionysius had erected. Climbing to the top of it, he gave a speech to the people, urging them to protect and defend their freedom. In response, with great joy and gratitude, they appointed Dion and Megacles as generals with full powers, also adding twenty colleagues at their request and urging, half of whom had returned with them from exile. The soothsayers considered it a very positive sign that Dion stood on the impressive monument that Dionysius had worked hard to build while speaking to the people. However, because it was a sundial on which he stood when appointed as general, they expressed some concerns that the significant actions he had taken might face change and rapid shifts in fortune.
After this, Dion, taking the Epipolae, released the citizens who were imprisoned there, and then raised a wall to invest the castle. Seven days after, Dionysus arrived by sea, and got into the citadel, and about the same time came carriages bringing the arms and ammunition which Dion had left with Synalus. These he distributed among the citizens; and the rest that wanted furnished themselves as well as they could, and put themselves in the condition of zealous and serviceable men-at-arms.
After this, Dion, seizing the Epipolae, freed the citizens who were locked up there, and then built a wall to surround the castle. Seven days later, Dionysus arrived by sea and entered the citadel, and around the same time, carts delivered the weapons and ammunition that Dion had left with Synalus. He distributed these among the citizens; those who needed equipment gathered whatever they could and prepared themselves to be eager and helpful soldiers.
Dionysius sent agents, at first privately, to Dion, to try what terms they could make with him. But he declaring that any overtures they had to make must be made in public to the Syracusans as a free people, envoys now went and came between the tyrant and the people, with fair proposals, and assurances that they should have abatements of their tributes and taxes, and freedom from the burdens of military expeditions, all which should be made according to their own approbation and consent with him. The Syracusans laughed at these offers, and Dion returned answer to the envoys that Dionysius must not think to treat with them upon any other terms but resigning the government; which if he would actually do, he would not forget how nearly he was related to him, or be wanting to assist him in procuring oblivion for the past, and whatever else was reasonable and just. Dionysius seemed to consent to this, and sent his agents again, desiring some of the Syracusans to come into the citadel and discuss with him in person the terms to which on each side they might be willing, after fair debate, to consent. There were therefore some deputed, such as Dion approved of; and the general rumor from the castle was, that Dionysius would voluntarily resign his authority, and rather do it himself as his own good deed, than let it be the act of Dion. But this profession was a mere trick to amuse the Syracusans. For he put the deputies that were sent to him in custody, and by break of day, having first, to encourage his men, made them drink plentifully of raw wine, he sent the garrison of mercenaries out to make a sudden sally against Dion’s works. The attack was quite unexpected, and the barbarians set to work boldly with loud cries to pull down the cross-wall, and assailed the Syracusans so furiously that they were not able to maintain their post. Only a party of Dion’s hired soldiers, on first taking the alarm, advanced to the rescue; neither did they at first know what to do, or how to employ the aid they brought, not being able to hear the commands of their officers, amidst the noise and confusion of the Syracusans, who fled from the enemy and ran in among them, breaking through their ranks, until Dion, seeing none of his orders could be heard, resolved to let them see by example what they ought to do, and charged into the thickest of the enemy. The fight about him was fierce and bloody, he being as well known by the enemy as by his own party, and all running with loud cries to the quarter where he fought. Though his time of life was no longer that of the bodily strength and agility for such a combat, still his determination and courage were sufficient to maintain him against all that attacked him; but, while bravely driving them back, he was wounded in the hand with a lance, his body armor also had been much battered, and was scarcely any longer serviceable to protect him, either against missiles or blows hand to hand. Many spears and javelins had passed into it through the shield, and, on these being broken back, he fell to the ground, but was immediately rescued, and carried off by his soldiers. The command-in-chief he left to Timonides, and, mounting a horse, rode about the city, rallying the Syracusans that fled; and, ordering up a detachment of the foreign soldiers out of Achradina, where they were posted on guard, he brought them as a fresh reserve, eager for battle, upon the tired and failing enemy, who were already well inclined to give up their design. For having hopes at their first sally to retake the whole city, when beyond their expectation they found themselves engaged with bold and practiced fighters, they fell back towards the castle. As soon as they gave ground, the Greek soldiers pressed the harder upon them, till they turned and fled within the walls. There were lost in this action seventy-four of Dion’s men, and a very great number of the enemy. This being a signal victory, and principally obtained by the valor of the foreign soldiers, the Syracusans rewarded them in honor of it with a hundred minae, and the soldiers on their part presented Dion with a crown of gold.
Dionysius secretly sent agents to Dion initially to negotiate terms with him. However, Dion insisted that any proposals needed to be made publicly to the Syracusans as a free people. Envoys then communicated between the tyrant and the people, offering promising proposals and assurances of reduced tributes and taxes, along with exemptions from military duties, all of which would require their approval and consent. The Syracusans mocked these offers, and Dion responded to the envoys that Dionysius could not negotiate unless he agreed to resign the government. He assured them that if Dionysius agreed to this, he would not forget their family ties and would help him seek forgiveness for past actions, as well as any other reasonable demands. Dionysius seemed to agree and sent his agents again, asking some Syracusans to come to the citadel for a in-person discussion about acceptable terms after a fair debate. Some delegates, approved by Dion, were sent, and there were rumors from the castle that Dionysius would willingly relinquish his power, preferring to do it himself as a noble act rather than let Dion take credit. However, this was merely a ploy to distract the Syracusans. He detained the deputies sent to him and, early the next day, after encouraging his troops with plenty of raw wine, he unleashed his mercenaries in a surprise attack against Dion’s forces. The assault was unexpected, and the mercenaries loudly advanced to demolish the cross-wall, assaulting the Syracusans so fiercely that they couldn’t hold their position. Only a group of Dion’s paid soldiers rushed to help when they realized the danger, but they initially struggled to figure out how to support their comrades amid the chaos caused by the fleeing Syracusans who broke through their ranks. Aware that his orders weren’t being heard, Dion decided to set an example by charging into the enemy's front lines. The fighting around him was intense and bloody, as he was just as recognized by the enemy as he was by his own men, with many rushing to where he fought. Despite not having the physical strength and agility of his youth, his determination and courage allowed him to stand against all attackers. While pushing them back, he was wounded in the hand by a lance, and his armor was heavily damaged and barely functional against attacks. Many spears and javelins pierced his shield, and when they broke off, he fell to the ground but was quickly rescued by his soldiers. He left the overall command to Timonides and, getting on a horse, rode around the city rallying the fleeing Syracusans. He called up a group of foreign soldiers stationed in Achradina as fresh reinforcements, ready to fight against the exhausted enemy, who were already considering retreat. They had initially hoped to reclaim the entire city but, unexpectedly facing skilled fighters, they started to pull back towards the castle. Once they retreated, the Greek soldiers pushed harder until the enemy turned and fled within the walls. Seventy-four of Dion’s men were lost in the battle, but many more of the enemy were also defeated. This victory, predominantly due to the bravery of the foreign soldiers, led the Syracusans to reward them with a hundred minae, and in turn, the soldiers honored Dion with a crown of gold.
Soon after, there came heralds from Dionysius, bringing Dion letters from the women of his family, and one addressed outside, “To his father, from Hipparinus;” this was the name of Dion’s son, though Timaeus says, he was, from his mother Arete’s name, called Aretaeus; but I think credit is rather to be given to Timonides’s report, who was his father’s fellow-soldier and confidant. The rest of the letters were read publicly, containing many solicitations and humble requests of the women; that professing to be from his son, the heralds would not have them open publicly, but Dion, putting force upon them, broke the seal. It was from Dionysius, written in the terms of it to Dion, but in effect to the Syracusans, and so worded that, under a plausible justification of himself and entreaty to him, means were taken for rendering him suspected by the people. It reminded him of the good service he had formerly done the usurping government, it added threats to his dearest relations, his sister, son, and wife, if he did not comply with the contents, also passionate demands mingled with lamentations, and, most to the purpose of all, urgent recommendations to him not to destroy the government, and put the power into the hands of men who always hated him, and would never forget their old piques and quarrels; let him take the sovereignty himself, and so secure the safety of his family and his friends.
Soon after, heralds arrived from Dionysius, bringing letters from the women in his family, including one addressed to "his father, from Hipparinus;" this was the name of Dion’s son, although Timaeus claims he was called Aretaeus after his mother Arete. However, I think Timonides’s account is more trustworthy, as he was a fellow soldier and confidant of Dion’s father. The other letters were read aloud, filled with many requests and humble pleas from the women; but when it came to the one supposedly from his son, the heralds refused to open it publicly. Dion, insisting on seeing it, broke the seal. It was from Dionysius, phrased as if directed to Dion but essentially intended for the Syracusans. It was worded in a way that suggested plausible justifications to him while casting doubt on him with the people. It reminded him of the good service he had previously rendered to the usurping government, included threats against his closest relatives—his sister, son, and wife—if he did not follow the instructions inside, alongside passionate appeals mixed with laments. Most importantly, it contained urgent recommendations not to overthrow the government and hand power to those who had always hated him, who would never forget their past grievances; instead, he should take the sovereignty himself to protect his family and friends.
When this letter was read, the Syracusans were not, as they should have been, transported with admiration at the unmovable constancy and magnanimity of Dion, who withstood all his dearest interests to be true to virtue and justice, but, on the contrary, they saw in this their reason for fearing and suspecting that he lay under an invincible necessity to be favorable to Dionysius; and they began therefore to look out for other leaders, and the rather, because to their great joy they received the news that Heraclides was on his way. This Heraclides was one of those whom Dionysius had banished, very good soldier, and well known for the commands he had formerly had under the tyrant; yet a man of no constant purpose, of a fickle temper, and least of all to be relied upon when he had to act with a colleague in any honorable command. He had had a difference formerly with Dion in Peloponnesus, and had resolved, upon his own means, with what ships and soldiers he had, to make an attack upon Dionysius. When he arrived at Syracuse, with seven galleys and three small vessels, he found Dionysius already close besieged, and the Syracusans high and proud of their victories. Forthwith, therefore, he endeavored by all ways to make himself popular; and, indeed, he had in him naturally something that was very insinuating and taking with a populace that loves to be courted. He gained his end, also, the easier, and drew the people over to his side, because of the dislike they had taken to Dion’s grave and stately manner, which they thought overbearing and assuming; their successes having made them so careless and confident, that they expected popular arts and flatteries from their leaders, before they had in reality secured a popular government.
When this letter was read, the people of Syracuse were not, as they should have been, filled with admiration for the unwavering strength and nobility of Dion, who sacrificed his own interests to remain true to virtue and justice. Instead, they interpreted this as a reason to fear and suspect that he felt compelled to support Dionysius. Consequently, they began looking for other leaders, especially since they were excited to learn that Heraclides was on his way. Heraclides was one of those Dionysius had exiled; he was a good soldier and well-known for his previous commands under the tyrant. However, he was not reliable, having a fickle nature, and was least dependable when it came to working alongside a colleague in any respectable command. He had previously clashed with Dion in Peloponnesus and had determined to launch an attack on Dionysius using his own resources, including the ships and soldiers he could gather. When he reached Syracuse with seven galleys and three small vessels, he found Dionysius already under siege and the Syracusans feeling proud and high-spirited from their victories. Immediately, he sought to make himself popular by any means necessary. Naturally, he had a charm that appealed to a crowd that enjoyed being flattered. He succeeded in winning the people over, especially because they had grown to dislike Dion's serious and formal demeanor, which they perceived as arrogant. Their recent successes had made them so overconfident that they expected their leaders to employ popular tactics and flattery before they had actually established a true popular government.
Getting therefore together in an irregular assembly, they chose Heraclides their admiral; but when Dion came forward, and told them, that conferring this trust upon Heraclides was in effect to withdraw that which they had granted him, for he was no longer their generalissimo if another had the command of the navy, they repealed their order, and, though much against their wills, canceled the new appointment. When this business was over, Dion invited Heraclides to his house, and pointed out to him, in gentle terms, that he had not acted wisely or well to quarrel with him upon a punctilio of honor, at a time when the least false step might be the ruin of all; and then, calling a fresh assembly of the people, he there named Heraclides admiral, and prevailed with the citizens to allow him a life-guard, as he himself had.
So, they came together in a makeshift meeting and chose Heraclides as their admiral. But when Dion spoke up and pointed out that giving this position to Heraclides effectively took away what they had previously given him—since he wouldn't truly be their top leader if someone else was in charge of the navy—they canceled their decision and, though it wasn't what they wanted, they revoked the new appointment. After that, Dion invited Heraclides to his home and kindly noted that it hadn't been smart or right for him to argue over a point of honor, especially when any misstep could lead to disaster for everyone. Then, Dion called another meeting of the people, named Heraclides as admiral again, and convinced the citizens to grant him a personal guard, like the one he had.
Heraclides openly professed the highest respect for Dion, and made him great acknowledgments for this favor, attending him with all deference, as ready to receive his commands; but underhand he kept up his dealings with the populace and the unrulier citizens, unsettling their minds and disturbing them with his complaints, and putting Dion into the utmost perplexity and disquiet. For if he advised to give Dionysius leave to quit the castle, he would be exposed to the imputation of sparing and protecting him; if, to avoid giving offense or suspicion, he simply continued the siege, they would say he protracted the war, to keep his office of general the longer, and overawe the citizens.
Heraclides openly showed the highest respect for Dion and expressed his gratitude for this favor, treating him with utmost respect and ready to follow his orders. However, secretly, he continued to engage with the common people and the more rebellious citizens, stirring up their discontent and unsettling them with his complaints, which deeply confused and troubled Dion. If he suggested allowing Dionysius to leave the castle, he would be accused of protecting him; if, to avoid raising suspicion or causing offense, he simply kept the siege going, people would say he was dragging out the war to stay in his position as general longer and to intimidate the citizens.
There was one Sosis, notorious in the city for his bad conduct and his impudence, yet a favorite with the people, for the very reason that they liked to see it made a part of popular privileges to carry free speech to this excess of license. This man, out of a design against Dion, stood up one day in an assembly, and, having sufficiently railed at the citizens as a set of fools, that could not see how they had made an exchange of a dissolute and drunken for a sober and watchful despotism, and thus having publicly declared himself Dion’s enemy, took his leave. The next day, he was seen running through the streets, as if he fled from some that pursued him, almost naked, wounded in the head, and bloody all over. In this condition, getting people about him in the marketplace, he told them that he had been assaulted by Dion’s men; and, to confirm what he said, showed them the wounds he had received in his head. And a good many took his part, exclaiming loudly against Dion for his cruel and tyrannical conduct, stopping the mouths of the people by bloodshed and peril of life. Just as an assembly was gathering in this unsettled and tumultuous state of mind, Dion came before them, and made it appear how this Sosis was brother to one of Dionysius’s guard, and that he was set on by him to embroil the city in tumult and confusion; Dionysius having now no way left for his security but to make his advantage of their dissensions and distractions. The surgeons, also, having searched the wound, found it was rather razed, than cut with a downright blow; for the wounds made with a sword are, from their mere weight, most commonly deepest in the middle, but this was very slight, and all along of an equal depth; and it was not one continued wound, as if cut at once, but several incisions, in all probability made at several times, as he was able to endure the pain. There were credible persons, also, who brought a razor, and showed it in the assembly, stating that they met Sosis running in the street, all bloody, who told them that he was flying from Dion’s soldiers, who had just attacked and wounded him; they ran at once to look after them, and met no one, but spied this razor lying under a hollow stone near the place from which they observed he came.
There was a guy named Sosis, known in the city for his bad behavior and shamelessness, yet he was popular with the people because they liked the idea of pushing free speech to its limits. This man, with a scheme against Dion, stood up one day in a public meeting and openly insulted the citizens as a bunch of fools for not realizing they had traded a drunken and reckless rule for a sober but watchful tyranny. By declaring himself against Dion, he left the assembly. The next day, he was spotted running through the streets as if he were escaping from someone, almost naked, with a head injury, and covered in blood. In this state, he gathered a crowd in the marketplace and claimed he had been attacked by Dion’s men; to prove his point, he showed them the wounds on his head. Many people sided with him, shouting in outrage at Dion for his brutal and tyrannical actions, silencing the citizens through violence and threats. Just as a meeting was forming with everyone in an uproar, Dion appeared and revealed that Sosis was the brother of one of Dionysius’s guards and that he was sent by him to stir up chaos in the city; Dionysius had no other way to secure himself but to exploit their divisions and unrest. The doctors who examined the wound found that it was more of a scrape than a cut from a direct blow; normally, sword wounds are deepest in the middle due to their weight, but this one was shallow and uniform in depth. It wasn’t a single continuous cut, but several shallow ones, likely made at different times as he could tolerate the pain. Also, some reliable witnesses brought forward a razor and showed it to the assembly, claiming they had encountered Sosis running in the street, all bloody, who told them he had just been attacked and hurt by Dion’s soldiers; they rushed to find them but didn’t see anyone, instead discovering the razor lying beneath a hollow stone near the spot they saw him come from.
Sosis was now likely to come by the worst of it. But when, to back all this, his own servants came in, and gave evidence that he had left his house alone before break of day, with the razor in his hand, Dion’s accusers withdrew themselves, and the people by a general vote condemned Sosis to die, being once again well satisfied with Dion and his proceedings.
Sosis was now probably facing the worst of it. However, when his own servants came forward with the proof that he had left his house alone before dawn, holding a razor, Dion’s accusers backed off, and the people voted unanimously to condemn Sosis to death, feeling once again pleased with Dion and his actions.
Yet they were still as jealous as before of his soldiers, and the rather, because the war was now carried on principally by sea; Philistus being come from Iapygia with a great fleet to Dionysius’s assistance. They supposed, therefore, that there would be no longer need of the soldiers, who were all landsmen and armed accordingly: these were rather, indeed, they thought, in a condition to be protected by themselves, who were seamen, and had their power in their shipping. Their good opinion of themselves was also much enhanced by an advantage they got in an engagement by sea, in which they took Philistus prisoner, and used him in a barbarous and cruel manner. Ephorus relates that when he saw his ship was taken he slew himself. But Timonides, who was with Dion from the very first, and was present at all the events as they occurred, writing to Speusippus the philosopher, relates the story thus: that Philistus’s galley running aground, he was taken prisoner alive, and first disarmed, then stripped of his corslet, and exposed naked, being now an old man, to every kind of contumely; after which they cut off his head, and gave his body to the boys of the town, bidding them drag it through the Achradina, and then throw it into the Quarries. Timaeus, to increase the mockery, adds further, that the boys tied him by his lame leg, and so drew him through the streets, while the Syracusans stood by laughing and jesting at the sight of that very man thus tied and dragged about by the leg, who had told Dionysius, that, so far from flying on horseback from Syracuse, he ought to wait till he should be dragged out by the heels. Philistus, however, has stated, that this was said to Dionysius by another, and not by himself.
Yet they were just as jealous as before of his soldiers, especially since the war was now mainly fought at sea. Philistus had come from Iapygia with a big fleet to help Dionysius. They figured that there would no longer be a need for the soldiers, who were all land troops and armed for that purpose. In fact, they believed they were better off protecting themselves since they were sailors and had their power in their ships. Their self-confidence also grew significantly after winning a naval battle, in which they captured Philistus and treated him with brutality. Ephorus mentions that when he realized his ship was captured, he killed himself. But Timonides, who had been with Dion from the start and witnessed everything, wrote to Speusippus the philosopher, telling the story like this: Philistus’s galley ran aground, and he was captured alive, first disarmed, then stripped of his armor, and exposed naked to all sorts of humiliation; being an old man now, after which they beheaded him and gave his body to the local boys, telling them to drag it through Achradina and then throw it into the Quarries. Timaeus, wanting to add to the mockery, writes that the boys tied him by his lame leg and dragged him through the streets while the Syracusans watched, laughing and joking at the sight of that same man being treated this way, who had told Dionysius that instead of fleeing Syracuse on horseback, he should wait until he was dragged out by his heels. However, Philistus claimed that this was something said to Dionysius by someone else, not him.
Timaeus avails himself of this advantage, which Philistus truly enough affords against himself in his zealous and constant adherence to the tyranny, to vent his own spleen and malice against him. They, indeed, who were injured by him at the time are perhaps excusable, if they carried their resentment to the length of indignities to his dead body; but they who write history afterwards, and were noway wronged by him in his lifetime, and have received assistance from his writings, in honor should not with opprobrious and scurrilous language upbraid him for those misfortunes, which may well enough befall even the best of men. On the other side, Ephorus is as much out of the way in his encomiums. For, however ingenious he is in supplying unjust acts and wicked conduct with fair and worthy motives, and in selecting decorous and honorable terms, yet when he does his best, he does not himself stand clear of the charge of being the greatest lover of tyrants, and the fondest admirer of luxury and power and rich estates and alliances of marriage with absolute princes. He that neither praises Philistus for his conduct, nor insults over his misfortunes, seems to me to take the fittest course.
Timaeus takes advantage of the situation that Philistus unwittingly provides by his constant support of the tyranny, to express his own bitterness and hatred towards him. Those who were wronged by Philistus at the time might be forgiven if they expressed their resentment in disrespectful ways towards his dead body. However, those who write history later, who were not harmed by him during his life and benefited from his writings, should not criticize him with abusive and offensive language for misfortunes that can happen to even the best of people. On the other hand, Ephorus misses the mark with his praise. Although he is clever in giving unjust actions and wicked behavior noble justifications and in using respectful and honorable language, even at his best, he cannot escape the accusation of being a great supporter of tyrants and a devoted admirer of luxury, power, wealth, and marriages with absolute rulers. The one who neither praises Philistus for his actions nor mocks him for his misfortunes seems to me to be taking the most reasonable approach.
After Philistus’s death, Dionysius sent to Dion, offering to surrender the castle, all the arms, provisions, and garrison-soldiers, with full pay for them for five months, demanding in return that he might have safe conduct to go unmolested into Italy, and there to continue, and also to enjoy the revenues of Gyarta, a large and fruitful territory belonging to Syracuse, reaching from the sea-side to the middle of the country. Dion rejected these proposals, and referred him to the Syracusans. They, hoping in a short time to take Dionysius alive, dismissed his ambassadors summarily. But he, leaving his eldest son, Apollocrates, to defend the castle, and putting on board his ships the persons and the property that he set most value upon, took the opportunity of a fair wind, and made his escape, undiscovered by the admiral Heraclides and his fleet.
After Philistus died, Dionysius sent a message to Dion, offering to hand over the castle, all the weapons, supplies, and garrison soldiers, with full pay for them for five months. In return, he wanted safe passage to go unharmed into Italy and to keep the revenues from Gyarta, a large and productive territory belonging to Syracuse, stretching from the coast to the interior. Dion turned down these proposals and referred him to the people of Syracuse. They, expecting to capture Dionysius alive soon, dismissed his ambassadors without hesitation. However, he left his oldest son, Apollocrates, to defend the castle, loaded his ships with the people and valuables he cared about most, seized the chance of a favorable wind, and made his escape, unnoticed by the admiral Heraclides and his fleet.
The citizens loudly exclaimed against Heraclides for this neglect; but he got one of their public speakers, Hippo by name, to go among them, and make proposals to the assembly for a redivision of lands, alleging that the first beginning of liberty was equality, and that poverty and slavery were inseparable companions. In support of this, Heraclides spoke, and used the faction in favor of it to overpower Dion, who opposed it; and, in fine, he persuaded the people to ratify it by their vote, and further to decree, that the foreign soldiers should receive no pay, and that they would elect new commanders, and so be rid of Dion’s oppression. The people, attempting, as it were, after their long sickness of despotism, all at once to stand on their legs, and to do the part, for which they were yet unfit, of freemen, stumbled in all their actions; and yet hated Dion, who, like a good physician, endeavored to keep the city to a strict and temperate regimen.
The citizens loudly criticized Heraclides for this neglect; however, he managed to get one of their public speakers, named Hippo, to go among them and make proposals to the assembly for a new division of lands, claiming that true freedom starts with equality and that poverty and slavery go hand in hand. Heraclides supported this idea and used the faction in favor of it to overpower Dion, who was against it. Ultimately, he convinced the people to approve it through their vote and further decreed that foreign soldiers should receive no pay, and that they would elect new commanders to free themselves from Dion’s oppression. The people, trying to stand on their own after their long suffering under tyranny, clumsily attempted to act as freemen, and yet they hated Dion, who, like a good doctor, tried to keep the city on a strict and moderate path.
When they met in the assembly to choose their commanders, about the middle of summer, unusual and terrible thunders, with other inauspicious appearances, for fifteen days together, dispersed the people, deterring them, on grounds of religious fear, from creating new generals. But, at last, the popular leaders, having found a fair and clear day, and having got their party together, were proceeding to an election, when a draught-ox, who was used to the crowd and noise of the streets, but for some reason or other grew unruly to his driver, breaking from his yoke, ran furiously into the theater where they were assembled, and set the people flying and running in all directions before him in the greatest disorder and confusion; and from thence went on, leaping and rushing about, over all that part of the city which the enemies afterwards made themselves masters of. However, the Syracusans, not regarding all this, elected five and twenty captains, and, among the rest, Heraclides; and underhand tampered with Dion’s men, promising, if they would desert him, and enlist themselves in their service, to make them citizens of Syracuse, with all the privileges of natives. But they would not hear the proposals, but, to show their fidelity and courage, with their swords in their hands, placing Dion for his security in the midst of their battalion, conveyed him out of the city, not offering violence to anyone, but upbraiding those they met with their baseness and ingratitude. The citizens, seeing they were but few, and did not offer any violence, despised them; and, supposing that with their large numbers they might with ease overpower and cut them off before they got out of the city, fell upon them in the rear.
When they gathered in the assembly to choose their commanders, around the middle of summer, strange and alarming thunder, along with other ominous signs, kept the people away for fifteen days, making them too afraid to elect new generals. Finally, the popular leaders, having found a clear and fair day and gathered their supporters, were about to hold an election when an ox, used to the hustle and bustle of the streets but suddenly acting up against his driver, broke free from his yoke. He charged wildly into the theater where everyone was assembled, sending the crowd scattering and running in every direction in chaos. From there, he jumped and dashed around all over that part of the city, which the enemies later took control of. Nevertheless, the Syracusans ignored this disturbance and elected twenty-five captains, including Heraclides. They secretly tried to win over Dion’s followers, promising them that if they abandoned him and joined their side, they would make them citizens of Syracuse with all the same rights as the locals. However, they refused to listen to these offers. To demonstrate their loyalty and bravery, they armed themselves, placed Dion safely in the center of their group, and escorted him out of the city, not harming anyone, while calling out the cowardice and ingratitude of those they encountered. The citizens, seeing that they were few and posed no threat, looked down on them and, believing that they could easily overpower and eliminate them before they escaped the city, attacked them from the back.
Here Dion was in a great strait, being necessitated either to fight against his own countrymen, or tamely suffer himself and his faithful soldiers to be cut in pieces. He used many entreaties to the Syracusans, stretching out his hands towards the castle, that was full of their enemies, and showing them the soldiers, who in great numbers appeared on the walls and watched what was doing. But when no persuasions could divert the impulse of the multitude, and the whole mass, like the sea in a storm, seemed to be driven before the breath of the demagogues, he commanded his men, not to charge them, but to advance with shouts and clashing of their arms; which being done, not a man of them stood his ground; all fled at once through the streets, though none pursued them. For Dion immediately commanded his men to face about, and led them towards the city of the Leontines.
Here, Dion found himself in a tough spot, forced to either fight against his fellow countrymen or allow himself and his loyal soldiers to be slaughtered. He pleaded with the Syracusans, reaching out his hands toward the castle filled with their enemies, pointing out the soldiers who were gathered in large numbers on the walls, watching the situation unfold. But when no amount of persuasion could change the crowd's momentum, and the whole group, like a stormy sea, seemed driven by the influence of the demagogues, he ordered his men not to charge but to advance with shouting and clashing of their weapons. As they did so, not a single person remained there; they all fled through the streets, even though no one pursued them. Dion then immediately directed his men to turn around and led them toward the city of the Leontines.
The very women laughed at the new captains for this retreat; so to redeem their credit, they bid the citizens arm themselves again, and followed after Dion, and came up with him as he was passing a river. Some of the light-horse rode up and began to skirmish. But when they saw Dion no more tame and calm, and no signs in his face of any fatherly tenderness towards his countrymen, but with an angry countenance, as resolved not to suffer their indignities any longer, bidding his men face round and form in their ranks for the onset, they presently turned their backs more basely than before, and fled to the city, with the loss of some few of their men.
The very women laughed at the new captains for this retreat; so to save face, they urged the citizens to arm themselves again, followed Dion, and caught up with him as he was crossing a river. Some of the cavalry rode up and started to skirmish. But when they saw that Dion was no longer calm and collected, with no signs of paternal affection for his fellow countrymen but an angry expression, determined not to tolerate their disrespect any longer, commanding his men to turn around and form ranks for the fight, they quickly turned and ran back to the city, losing a few of their men in the process.
The Leontines received Dion very honorably, gave money to his men, and made them free of their city; sending envoys to the Syracusans, to require them to do the soldiers justice, who, in return, sent back other agents to accuse Dion. But when a general meeting of the confederates met in the town of the Leontines, and the matter was heard and debated, the Syracusans were held to be in fault. They, however, refused to stand to the award of their allies, following their own conceit, and making it their pride to listen to no one, and not to have any commanders but those who would fear and obey the people.
The Leontines treated Dion very well, gave money to his men, and granted them freedom in their city. They sent envoys to the Syracusans, asking them to ensure justice for the soldiers, who in turn sent their own agents to accuse Dion. When a general meeting of the allies convened in the town of the Leontines to discuss the issue, the Syracusans were found to be at fault. However, they refused to accept the decision of their allies, stubbornly sticking to their own opinions and taking pride in ignoring others, insisting on having only those leaders who would fear and obey the people.
About this time, Dionysius sent in a fleet, under the command of Nypsius the Neapolitan, with provisions and pay for the garrison. The Syracusans fought him, had the better, and took four of his ships; but they made very ill use of their good success, and, for want of good discipline, fell in their joy to drinking and feasting in an extravagant manner, with so little regard to their main interest, that, when they thought themselves sure of taking the castle, they actually lost their city. Nypsius, seeing the citizens in this general disorder, spending day and night in their drunken singing and reveling, and their commanders well pleased with the frolic, or at least not daring to try and give any orders to men in their drink, took advantage of this opportunity, made a sally, and stormed their works; and, having made his way through these, let his barbarians loose upon the city, giving up it and all that were in it to their pleasure.
Around this time, Dionysius sent a fleet, led by Nypsius the Neapolitan, with supplies and pay for the garrison. The Syracusans engaged him, were successful, and captured four of his ships; however, they mismanaged their victory, and due to a lack of discipline, they celebrated by drinking and feasting excessively, completely disregarding their main objective. When they thought they were certain to capture the castle, they actually ended up losing their city. Nypsius, noticing the citizens in such disarray, spending day and night in drunken singing and partying, and their commanders content with the festivities—or at least too afraid to give orders to drunken men—seized the moment, launched an attack, and stormed their defenses. After breaking through, he unleashed his troops on the city, giving it and everyone in it over to their mercy.
The Syracusans quickly saw their folly and misfortune, but could not, in the distraction they were in, so soon redress it. The city was in actual process of being sacked, the enemy putting the men to the sword, demolishing the fortifications, and dragging the women and children with lamentable shrieks and cries prisoners into the castle. The commanders, giving all for lost, were not able to put the citizens in any tolerable posture of defense, finding them confusedly mixed up and scattered among the enemy. While they were in this condition, and the Achradina in danger to be taken, everyone was sensible who he was in whom all their remaining hopes rested, but no man for shame durst name Dion, whom they had so ungratefully and foolishly dealt with. Necessity at last forcing them, some of the auxiliary troops and horsemen cried out, “Send for Dion and his Peloponnesians from the Leontines.” No sooner was the venture made and the name heard among the people, but they gave a shout for joy, and, with tears in their eyes, wished him there, that they might once again see that leader at the head of them, whose courage and bravery in the worst of dangers they well remembered, calling to mind not only with what an undaunted spirit he always behaved himself, but also with what courage and confidence he inspired them when he led them against the enemy. They immediately, therefore, dispatched Archonides and Telesides of the confederate troops, and of the horsemen Hellanicus and four others. These, traversing the road between at their horses’ full speed, reached the town of the Leontines in the evening. The first thing they did was to leap from their horses and fall at Dion’s feet, relating with tears the sad condition the Syracusans were in. Many of the Leontines and Peloponnesians began to throng about them, guessing by their speed and the manner of their address that something extraordinary had occurred.
The people of Syracuse quickly realized their mistake and misfortune but, in the chaos they were facing, couldn’t fix it right away. The city was actually being sacked, the enemy was killing the men, destroying the fortifications, and dragging the women and children away, their cries and screams echoing as they were taken prisoner into the castle. The commanders, having given up all hope, were unable to organize the citizens into any reasonable defense since everyone was confused and mixed among the enemy. While they found themselves in this dire situation, and with Achradina at risk of being captured, everyone realized who they needed to look to for help, but no one had the courage to say Dion's name after how ungratefully and foolishly they had treated him. Finally, out of desperation, some of the auxiliary troops and horsemen shouted, “Send for Dion and his Peloponnesians from the Leontines.” As soon as they made the request and Dion's name was mentioned, the crowd erupted in joy, tears in their eyes, wishing for his return so they could once again see the leader who had shown such courage and bravery in the toughest of situations, recalling how fearless he always was and how he inspired them with confidence when he led them against the enemy. They quickly sent Archonides and Telesides from the allied troops, along with Hellanicus and four others from the horsemen. They raced down the road on horseback and reached the town of the Leontines by evening. The first thing they did was jump off their horses and fall at Dion's feet, tearfully explaining the tragic situation the Syracusans were in. Many Leontines and Peloponnesians began to gather around them, sensing from their urgency and the way they spoke that something significant had happened.
Dion at once led the way to the assembly, and, the people being gathered together in a very little time, Archonides and Hellanicus and the others came in among them, and in short declared the misery and distress of the Syracusans, begging the foreign soldiers to forget the injuries they had received, and assist the afflicted, who had suffered more for the wrong they had done, than they themselves who received it would (had it been in their power) have inflicted upon them. When they had made an end, there was a profound silence in the theater; Dion then stood up, and began to speak, but tears stopped his words; his soldiers were troubled at his grief, but bade him take good courage and proceed. When he had recovered himself a little, therefore, “Men of Peloponnesus,” he said, “and of the confederacy, I asked for your presence here, that you might consider your own interests. For myself, I have no interests to consult while Syracuse is perishing, and, though I may not save it from destruction, I will nevertheless hasten thither, and be buried in the ruins of my country. Yet if you can find in your hearts to assist us, the most inconsiderate and unfortunate of men, you may to your eternal honor again retrieve this unhappy city. But if the Syracusans can obtain no more pity nor relief from you, may the gods reward you for what you have formerly valiantly done for them, and for your kindness to Dion, of whom speak hereafter as one who deserted you not when you were injured and abused, nor afterwards forsook his fellow-citizens in their afflictions and misfortunes.”
Dion immediately led the way to the assembly, and, with the people gathered together in no time, Archonides, Hellanicus, and the others joined them, quickly outlining the suffering and hardships of the Syracusans. They pleaded with the foreign soldiers to overlook the wrongs they had suffered and help those in distress, who had suffered more for their misdeeds than those who had inflicted them would have, had they been able to do so. Once they finished speaking, a deep silence fell over the theater. Dion then stood up to speak, but tears choked his words; his soldiers were saddened by his grief but encouraged him to gather his courage and continue. Once he composed himself somewhat, he said, “Men of Peloponnesus and of the confederacy, I asked you to come here to consider your own interests. As for me, I have no interests to think of while Syracuse is dying; and even if I may not be able to save it from disaster, I will still hurry there to be buried in the ruins of my homeland. But if you find it in your hearts to help us, the most unfortunate and desolate of men, you might restore this unfortunate city to its former glory, and it will bring you eternal honor. However, if the Syracusans can expect no more sympathy or relief from you, may the gods reward you for the brave deeds you have done for them in the past, and for your kindness to Dion, of whom speak later as one who did not abandon you when you were wronged and mistreated, nor did he forsake his fellow citizens in their struggles and hardships.”
Before he had yet ended his speech, the soldiers leapt up, and with a great shout testified their readiness for the service, crying out, to march immediately to the relief of the city. The Syracusan messengers hugged and embraced them, praying the Gods to send down blessings upon Dion and the Peloponnesians. When the noise was pretty well over, Dion gave orders that all should go to their quarters to prepare for their march, and, having refreshed themselves, come ready armed to their rendezvous in the place where they now were, resolving that very night to attempt the rescue.
Before he finished his speech, the soldiers jumped up and, with a loud shout, expressed their eagerness to serve, calling out to march immediately to help the city. The Syracusan messengers hugged and embraced them, asking the gods to send blessings upon Dion and the Peloponnesians. Once the noise settled down, Dion ordered everyone to return to their quarters to get ready for the march. After refreshing themselves, they were to come fully armed to the meeting spot where they were, planning to attempt the rescue that very night.
Now at Syracuse, Dionysius’s soldiers, as long as day continued, ransacked the city, and did all the mischief they could; but when night came on, they retired into the castle, having lost some few of their number. At which the factious ringleaders taking heart, and hoping the enemy would rest content with what they had done and make no further attempt upon them, persuaded the people again to reject Dion, and, if he came with the foreign soldiers, not to admit him; advising them not to yield, as inferior to them in point of honor and courage, but to save their city and defend their liberties and properties themselves. The populace, therefore, and their leaders sent messengers to Dion to forbid him to advance, while the noble citizens and the horse sent others to him to desire him to hasten his march; for which reason he slacked his pace, yet did not remit his advance. And in the course of the night, the faction that was against him set a guard upon the gates of the city to hinder him from coming in. But Nypsius made another sally out of the castle with a far greater number of men, and those far more bold and eager than before, who quite ruined what of the rampart was left standing, and fell in, pell-mell, to sack and ravage the city. The slaughter was now very great, not only of the men, but of the women also and children; for they regarded not so much the plunder, as to destroy and kill all they met. For Dionysius, despairing to regain the kingdom, and mortally hating the Syracusans, resolved to bury his lost sovereignty in the ruin and desolation of Syracuse. The soldiers, therefore, to anticipate Dion’s succors, resolved upon the most complete and ready way of destruction, to lay the city in ashes, firing all at hand with torches and lamps, and at distance with flaming arrows, shot from their bows. The citizens fled every way before them; they who, to avoid the fire, forsook their houses were taken in the streets and put to the sword; they who betook themselves for refuge into the houses were forced out again by the flames, many buildings being now in a blaze, and many falling in ruins upon them as they fled past.
Now in Syracuse, Dionysius's soldiers, all day long, looted the city and caused as much chaos as they could. But when night fell, they retreated to the castle, having lost a few men. Encouraged by this, the rebellious leaders thought the enemy would be satisfied with their destruction and wouldn’t attack again. They urged the people to reject Dion and, if he came with foreign soldiers, not to let him in, advising them to stand strong, as they were not inferior to anyone in honor or bravery, but to save their city and defend their freedoms and property on their own. Therefore, the common people and their leaders sent messages to Dion to stop him from advancing, while the noble citizens and the cavalry sent others asking him to hurry his march. For this reason, he slowed down but still continued moving forward. During the night, the faction against him set up guards at the city gates to prevent him from entering. However, Nypsius made another attack from the castle with a much larger and more aggressive group, completely destroying what was left of the walls and rushing in to loot and pillage the city. The violence was immense, affecting not just the men, but also the women and children; they were less concerned about taking valuables and more focused on killing and destroying everything in their path. Dionysius, having lost hope of regaining his kingdom and filled with hatred for the Syracusans, decided to bury his lost power in the ruin and devastation of Syracuse. His soldiers, wanting to prevent Dion's reinforcements, chose the most thorough and immediate method of destruction: they set the city ablaze, igniting everything nearby with torches and lamps, and shooting flaming arrows at a distance. The citizens fled in all directions; those who left their homes to escape the fire were caught in the streets and killed, while those who sought refuge in their houses were forced out again by the flames, with many buildings now on fire and many collapsing onto them as they tried to escape.
This fresh misfortune by general consent opened the gates for Dion. He had given up his rapid advance, when he received advice that the enemies were retreated into the castle; but, in the morning, some horse brought him the news of another assault, and, soon after, some of those who before opposed his coming fled now to him, to entreat him he would hasten his relief. The pressure increasing, Heraclides sent his brother, and after him his uncle, Theodotes, to beg him to help them: for that now they were not able to resist any longer; he himself was wounded, and the greatest part of the city either in ruins or in flames. When Dion met this sad news, he was about sixty furlongs distant from the city. When he had acquainted the soldiers with the exigency, and exhorted them to behave themselves like men, the army no longer marched but ran forwards, and by the way were met by messengers upon messengers entreating them to make haste. By the wonderful eagerness of the soldiers and their extraordinary speed, Dion quickly came to the city and entered what is called the Hecatompedon, sending his light-armed men at once to charge the enemy, that, seeing them, the Syracusans might take courage. In the meantime, he drew up in good order his full-armed men and all the citizens that came in and joined him; forming his battalions deep, and distributing his officers in many separate commands, that he might, be able to attack from many quarters at once, and so he more alarming to the enemy.
This recent misfortune, agreed upon by everyone, opened the way for Dion. He had given up his swift advance when he heard that the enemies had retreated into the castle. However, in the morning, some cavalry brought him news of another attack, and soon after, some of those who had previously resisted his arrival fled to him, pleading for him to hurry to their aid. As the pressure increased, Heraclides sent his brother and then his uncle, Theodotes, to ask him for help, insisting that they could no longer withstand the assault; he himself was wounded, and most of the city was either in ruins or on fire. When Dion received this grim news, he was about sixty furlongs away from the city. Once he informed the soldiers of the urgency of the situation and encouraged them to act like men, the army no longer marched but ran forward. Along the way, they were met by wave after wave of messengers urging them to hurry. Driven by the remarkable determination of the soldiers and their incredible speed, Dion quickly reached the city and entered what is known as the Hecatompedon, sending his lightly armed troops at once to engage the enemy, hoping that their presence would boost the morale of the Syracusans. In the meantime, he organized his fully armed soldiers and all the citizens who joined him, forming his battalions deep and assigning his officers to various commands, allowing him to attack from multiple directions at once, which would be more intimidating to the enemy.
So, having made his arrangements and offered vows to the gods, when he was seen in the streets advancing at the head of his men to engage the enemy, a confused noise of shouts, congratulations, vows, and prayers was raised by the Syracusans, who now called Dion their deliverer and tutelar deity, and his soldiers their friends, brethren, and fellow-citizens. And, indeed, at that moment, none seemed to regard themselves, or value their safeties, but to be concerned more for Dion’s life than for all their own together, as he marched at the head of them to meet the danger, through blood and fire and over heaps of dead bodies that lay in his way.
So, after making his plans and promising to the gods, when he was seen in the streets leading his men to face the enemy, an overwhelming mix of cheers, congratulations, promises, and prayers erupted from the Syracusans, who now referred to Dion as their savior and guardian, and his soldiers as their friends, brothers, and fellow citizens. In that moment, it seemed like no one cared about their own safety; they were more worried about Dion’s life than their own as he marched in front of them to confront the danger, through blood and fire and over piles of dead bodies in his path.
And indeed the posture of the enemy was in appearance terrible; for they were flushed and ferocious with victory, and had posted themselves very advantageously along the demolished works, which made the access to them very hazardous and difficult. Yet that which disturbed Dion’s soldiers most was the apprehension they were in of the fire, which made their march very trouble some and difficult; for the houses being in flames on al] sides, they were met everywhere with the blaze, and, treading upon burning ruins and every minute in danger of being overwhelmed with falling houses, through clouds of ashes and smoke they labored hard to keep their order and maintain their ranks. When they came near to the enemy, the approach was so narrow and uneven that but few of them could engage at a time; but at length, with loud cheers and much zeal on the part of the Syracusans, encouraging them and joining with them, they beat off Nypsius’s men, and put them to flight. Most of them escaped into the castle, which was near at hand; all that could not get in were pursued and picked up here and there by the soldiers, and put to the sword. The present exigency, however, did not suffer the citizens to take immediate benefit of their victory in such mutual congratulations and embraces as became so great a success; for now all were busily employed to save what houses were left standing, laboring hard all night, and scarcely so could master the fire.
The enemy’s position looked terrifying; they were pumped and fierce from their victory and had taken up advantageous positions along the destroyed defenses, making it very risky and difficult to approach them. However, what troubled Dion's soldiers the most was their fear of the fire, which complicated their march; with houses burning on all sides, they faced flames everywhere, walking on smoldering ruins and constantly at risk of being crushed by collapsing buildings. Through clouds of ash and smoke, they struggled to maintain their formation and keep their ranks intact. When they got close to the enemy, the path was so narrow and uneven that only a few could engage at once. Eventually, with loud cheers and enthusiasm from the Syracusans, who encouraged and fought alongside them, they drove Nypsius’s men back and sent them fleeing. Most of the enemy escaped to the nearby castle; those who couldn’t get in were hunted down by the soldiers and killed. However, the urgency of the situation didn’t allow the citizens to celebrate their victory with mutual congratulations and embraces fitting for such a success. Instead, everyone was busy trying to save the standing houses, working hard all night, barely managing to control the fire.
The next day, not one of the popular haranguers durst stay in the city, but all of them, knowing their own guilt, by their flight confessed it, and secured their lives. Only Heraclides and Theodotes went voluntarily and surrendered themselves to Dion, acknowledging that they had wronged him, and begging he would be kinder to them than they had been just to him; adding, how much it would become him who was master of so many excellent accomplishments, to moderate his anger and be generously compassionate to ungrateful men, who were here before him, making their confession, that, in all the matter of their former enmity and rivalry against him, they were now absolutely overcome by his virtue. Though they thus humbly addressed him, his friends advised him not to pardon these turbulent and ill-conditioned men, but to yield them to the desires of his soldiers, and utterly root out of the commonwealth the ambitious affectation of popularity, a disease as pestilent and pernicious as the passion for tyranny itself. Dion endeavored to satisfy them, telling them that other generals exercised and trained themselves for the most part in the practices of war and arms; but that he had long studied in the Academy how to conquer anger, and not let emulation and envy conquer him; that to do this it is not sufficient that a man be obliging and kind to his friends, and those that have deserved well of him, but rather, gentle and ready to forgive in the case of those who do wrong; that he wished to let the world see that he valued not himself so much upon excelling Heraclides in ability and conduct, as he did in outdoing him in justice and clemency; herein to have the advantage is to excel indeed; whereas the honor of success in war is never entire; fortune will be sure to dispute it, though no man should pretend to have a claim. What if Heraclides be perfidious, malicious, and base, must Dion therefore sully or injure his virtue by passionate concern for it? For, though the laws determine it juster to revenge an injury than to do an injury, yet it is evident that both, in the nature of things, originally proceed from the same deficiency and weakness. The malicious humor of men, though perverse and refractory, is not so savage and invincible but it may be wrought upon by kindness, and altered by repeated obligations. Dion, making use of these arguments, pardoned and dismissed Heraclides and Theodotes.
The next day, none of the popular speakers dared to stay in the city; they all fled, admitting their guilt through their escape and ensuring their safety. Only Heraclides and Theodotes voluntarily went to Dion, surrendering themselves and acknowledging their wrongs. They pleaded with him to treat them with more kindness than they had shown him, emphasizing how fitting it would be for someone as accomplished as he to temper his anger and show compassion to ungrateful people who were now confessing their faults. They admitted that they were completely overwhelmed by his virtue regarding their past hostility and competition against him. Despite their humble appeal, his friends advised him not to forgive these disruptive and difficult men but to satisfy his soldiers' impulses and eliminate the ambitious quest for popularity, which is as harmful and destructive as the desire for tyranny itself. Dion tried to appease them, explaining that other leaders often train in warfare, but he had long focused on mastering his anger in the Academy, ensuring that jealousy and envy wouldn't control him. He pointed out that true greatness isn't just about being kind to friends and those who do right by him but also about being forgiving towards those who have wronged him. He wanted to demonstrate that he valued being superior in justice and mercy over simply outshining Heraclides in skill and leadership; in this aspect, he truly excelled. Success in war can never be fully honored because fate can challenge it, even without claims from anyone. Should Heraclides be treacherous, malicious, and lowly, does that mean Dion should tarnish his own virtue by reacting with anger? Even though the laws suggest it's more just to avenge an injury than to inflict one, it's clear that both stem from the same flaws and weaknesses. People's malicious nature, though twisted and stubborn, isn't so brutal and unbeatable that it can't be influenced by kindness and changed through ongoing goodwill. Using these arguments, Dion forgave and released Heraclides and Theodotes.
And now, resolving to repair the blockade about the castle, he commanded all the Syracusans to cut each man a stake and bring it to the works; and then, dismissing them to refresh themselves, and take their rest, he employed his own men all night, and by morning had finished his line of palisade; so that both the enemy and the citizens wondered, when day returned, to see the work so far advanced in so short a time. Burying therefore the dead, and redeeming the prisoners, who were near two thousand, he called a public assembly, where Heraclides made a motion that Dion should be declared general with full powers at land and sea. The better citizens approved well of it, and called on the people to vote it so. But the mob of sailors and handicraftsmen would not yield that Heraclides should lose his command of the navy; believing him, if otherwise an ill man, at any rate to be more citizenlike than Dion, and readier to comply with the people. Dion therefore submitted to them in this, and consented Heraclides should continue admiral. But when they began to press the project of the redistribution of lands and houses, he not only opposed it, but repealed all the votes they had formerly made upon that account, which sensibly vexed them. Heraclides, therefore, took a new advantage of him, and, being at Messene, harangued the soldiers and ships’ crews that sailed with him, accusing Dion that he had a design to make himself absolute. And yet at the same time he held private correspondence for a treaty with Dionysius by means of Pharax the Spartan. Which when the noble citizens of Syracuse had intimation of, there arose a sedition in the army, and the city was in great distress and want of provisions; and Dion now knew not what course to take, being also blamed by all his friends for having thus fortified against himself such a perverse and jealous and utterly corrupted man as Heraclides was.
And now, deciding to fix the blockade around the castle, he ordered all the people of Syracuse to each cut a stake and bring it to the construction site. After sending them off to rest and refresh themselves, he worked with his own men all night and by morning had completed his line of palisade. Both the enemy and the citizens were surprised to see how much had been done in such a short time when day broke. After burying the dead and freeing nearly two thousand prisoners, he called a public assembly, where Heraclides proposed that Dion be named general with full powers for both land and sea. The more reputable citizens supported this and urged the people to vote for it. However, the group of sailors and tradesmen refused to let Heraclides lose his command of the navy, believing that despite his flaws, he was more of a citizen than Dion and more likely to listen to the people. Therefore, Dion went along with this and agreed that Heraclides should remain admiral. But when they started pushing for the redistribution of land and houses, he not only opposed it but also canceled all previous votes on the matter, which upset them significantly. Heraclides then seized this opportunity and, while in Messene, addressed his soldiers and crew, accusing Dion of wanting to make himself the sole ruler. At the same time, he was secretly negotiating a deal with Dionysius through Pharax the Spartan. When the noble citizens of Syracuse found out about this, it led to unrest in the army, and the city was in dire need of supplies. Dion was at a loss for what to do, as all his friends blamed him for having fortified against himself such a difficult, jealous, and completely corrupt man like Heraclides.
Pharax at this time lay encamped at Neapolis, in the territory of Agrigentum. Dion, therefore, led out the Syracusans, but with an intent not to engage him till he saw a fit opportunity. But Heraclides and his seamen exclaimed against him, that he delayed fighting on purpose that he might the longer continue his command; so that, much against his will, he was forced to an engagement and was beaten, his loss however being inconsiderable, and that occasioned chiefly by the dissension that was in the army. He rallied his men, and, having put them in good order and encouraged them to redeem their credit, resolved upon a second battle. But, in the evening, he received advice that Heraclides with his fleet was on his way to Syracuse, with the purpose to possess himself of the city and keep him and his army out. Instantly, therefore, taking with him some of the strongest and most active of his men, he rode off in the dark, and about nine the next morning was at the gates, having ridden seven hundred furlongs that night. Heraclides, though he strove to make all the speed he could, yet, coming too late, tacked and stood out again to sea; and, being unresolved what course to steer, accidentally he met Gaesylus the Spartan, who told him he was come from Lacedaemon to head the Sicilians, as Gylippus had formerly done. Heraclides was only too glad to get hold of him, and fastening him as it might be a sort of amulet to himself, he showed him to the confederates, and sent a herald to Syracuse to summon them to accept the Spartan general. Dion returned answer that they had generals enough, and, if they wanted a Spartan to command them, he could supply that office, being himself a citizen of Sparta. When Gaesylus saw this, he gave up all pretensions, and sailed in to Dion, and reconciled Heraclides to him, making Heraclides swear the most solemn oaths to perform what he engaged, Gaesylus himself also undertaking to maintain Dion’s right, and inflict chastisement on Heraclides if he broke his faith.
Pharax was camped at Neapolis in the Agrigentum region. Therefore, Dion took the Syracusans out, but he planned not to engage until he found a good opportunity. However, Heraclides and his crew criticized him for purposely delaying the fight to keep his command longer. So, against his wishes, he had to engage in battle and ended up losing, though the losses were minor and mainly due to the conflicts within his army. He regrouped his men, organized them, and encouraged them to restore their honor, making a plan for a second battle. That evening, he learned that Heraclides and his fleet were heading to Syracuse with the intention of taking the city and keeping him and his army out. So, he immediately took some of his strongest and most agile soldiers and rode off in the darkness, reaching the gates the next morning after traveling seven hundred furlongs that night. Though Heraclides tried to hurry, he arrived too late and retreated back to sea. Unsure of what to do next, he unexpectedly ran into Gaesylus the Spartan, who said he had come from Lacedaemon to lead the Sicilians, just like Gylippus had before. Heraclides was eager to have him on board and introduced him to the allies, sending a herald to Syracuse to ask them to accept the Spartan general. Dion replied that they had enough generals, and if they needed a Spartan to lead, he could fill that role himself since he was a Spartan citizen. When Gaesylus heard this, he withdrew his claim and sailed to Dion, reconciling Heraclides with him. Gaesylus made Heraclides swear solemn oaths to fulfill his promises, while he also vowed to uphold Dion’s rights and punish Heraclides if he broke his word.
The Syracusans then laid up their navy, which was at present a great charge and of little use to them, but an occasion of differences and dissensions among the generals, and pressed on the siege, finishing the wall of blockade with which they invested the castle. The besieged, seeing no hopes of succors and their provisions failing, began to mutiny; so that the son of Dionysius, in despair of holding out longer for his father, capitulated, and articled with Dion to deliver up the castle with all the garrison soldiers and ammunition; and so, taking his mother and sisters and manning five galleys, he set out to go to his father, Dion seeing him safely out, and scarce a man in all the city not being there to behold the sight, as indeed they called even on those that were not present, out of pity that they could not be there, to see this happy day and the sun shining on a free Syracuse. And as this expulsion of Dionysius is even now always cited as one of the greatest and most remarkable examples of fortune’s vicissitudes, how extraordinary may we imagine their joy to have been, and how entire their satisfaction, who had totally subverted the most potent tyranny that ever was by very slight and inconsiderable means!
The people of Syracuse then disbanded their navy, which was currently a huge expense and not very useful to them, causing disagreements and conflicts among the leaders. They continued the siege, completing the blockade wall around the castle. The defenders, seeing no hope for help and running out of supplies, started to rebel. In despair, the son of Dionysius decided to surrender, making an agreement with Dion to hand over the castle along with all the soldiers and ammunition. He took his mother and sisters, manned five galleys, and set off to find his father, with Dion ensuring he left safely. Hardly anyone in the city missed the moment; even those who weren’t there were called upon out of pity that they couldn’t see this joyful day and the sun shining down on a free Syracuse. The expulsion of Dionysius is still regarded as one of the greatest and most notable examples of the twists of fortune, making us imagine how incredible their joy must have been and how complete their satisfaction was, as they had completely overthrown the most powerful tyranny ever with minimal means!
When Apollocrates was gone, and Dion coming to take possession of the castle, the women could not stay while he made his entry, but ran to meet him at the gate. Aristomache led Dion’s son, and Arete followed after weeping, fearful and dubious how to salute or address her husband, after living with another man. Dion first embraced his sister, then his son; when Aristomache bringing Arete to him, “O Dion,” said she, “your banishment made us all equally miserable; your return and victory has canceled all sorrows, excepting this poor sufferer’s, whom I, unhappy, saw compelled to be another’s, while you were yet alive. Fortune has now given you the sole disposal of us; how will you determine concerning her hard fate? In what relation must she salute you as her uncle, or as her husband?” This speech of Aristomache’s brought tears from Dion, who with great affection embraced his wife, gave her his son, and desired her to retire to his own house, where he continued to reside when he had delivered up the castle to the Syracusans.
When Apollocrates left and Dion arrived to take over the castle, the women couldn't hold back and ran to greet him at the gate. Aristomache led Dion's son, while Arete followed, crying and uncertain about how to greet or address her husband after living with another man. Dion first hugged his sister and then his son. When Aristomache brought Arete to him, she said, "Oh Dion, your exile made us all equally miserable; your return and victory have erased all our sorrows except for this poor woman's, whom I, unfortunately, saw forced to be with someone else while you were still alive. Fate has now given you the power over us; how will you decide her difficult situation? How should she greet you—as her uncle or as her husband?" Aristomache's words brought tears to Dion's eyes, and he embraced his wife with great affection, handed her their son, and asked her to go back to his house, where he continued to live after handing the castle over to the Syracusans.
For though all things had now succeeded to his wish, yet he desired not to enjoy any present advantage of his good fortune, except to gratify his friends, reward his allies, and bestow upon his companions of former time in Athens and the soldiers that had served him some special mark of kindness and honor, striving herein to outdo his very means in his generosity. As for himself, he was content with a very frugal and moderate competency, and was indeed the wonder of all men, that when not only Sicily and Carthage, but all Greece looked to him as in the height of prosperity, and no man living greater than he, no general more renowned for valor and success, yet in his garb, his attendance, his table, he seemed as if he rather commoned with Plato in the Academy than lived among hired captains and paid soldiers, whose solace of their toils and dangers it is to eat and drink their fill, and enjoy themselves plentifully every day. Plato indeed wrote to him that the eyes of all the world were now upon him; but it is evident that he himself had fixed his eye upon one place in one city, the Academy, and considered that the spectators and judges there regarded not great actions, courage, or fortune, but watched to see how temperately and wisely he could use his prosperity, how evenly he could behave himself in the high condition he now was in. Neither did he remit anything of his wonted stateliness in conversation or serious carriage to the people; he made it rather a point to maintain it, notwithstanding that a little condescension and obliging civility were very necessary for his present affairs; and Plato, as we said before, rebuked him, and wrote to tell him that self-will keeps house with solitude. But certainly his natural temperament was one that could not bend to complaisance; and, besides, he wished to work the Syracusans back the other way, out of their present excess of license and caprice.
Although everything had now gone his way, he didn’t want to enjoy any current benefits of his good fortune, except to please his friends, reward his allies, and show extra kindness and honor to his old companions from Athens and the soldiers who had served him, trying to be more generous than his resources allowed. He himself was content with a very simple and modest lifestyle and was indeed the subject of admiration for everyone. While Sicily and Carthage, along with all of Greece, looked to him as if he were at the peak of success, and no one was greater than him, no general more famous for bravery and achievements, his appearance, his behavior, and his meals made it seem like he was more at home with Plato in the Academy than surrounded by hired captains and paid soldiers, who find comfort in indulging in food and drink and enjoying life every day. Plato had even written to him that the eyes of the world were on him; but it was clear that he had set his focus on one place in one city, the Academy, believing that the observers and judges there cared not about great deeds, courage, or fortune, but instead wanted to see how wisely and moderately he could handle his prosperity and how evenly he could conduct himself in his elevated position. He did not reduce his usual dignity in conversation or serious demeanor with the people; rather, he made a point to maintain it, even though a bit of humility and courteousness was very necessary for his current situation. Plato, as we mentioned before, admonished him and told him that stubbornness leads to isolation. But surely his natural disposition was not one that could easily yield to politeness; moreover, he wished to guide the Syracusans away from their current excess of freedom and unpredictable behavior.
Heraclides began again to set up against him, and, being invited by Dion to make one of the Council, refused to come, saying he would give his opinion as a private citizen in the public assembly. Next he complained of Dion because he had not demolished the citadel, and because he had hindered the people from throwing down Dionysius’s tomb and doing despite to the dead; moreover he accused him for sending to Corinth for counselors and assistants in the government, thereby neglecting and slighting his fellow-citizens. And indeed he had sent messages for some Corinthians to come to him, hoping by their means and presence the better to settle that constitution he intended; for he designed to suppress the unlimited democratic government, which indeed is not a government, but, as Plato calls it, a marketplace of governments, and to introduce and establish a mixed polity, on the Spartan and Cretan model, between a commonwealth and a monarchy, wherein an aristocratic body should preside, and determine all matters of greatest consequence; for he saw also that the Corinthians were chiefly governed by something like an oligarchy, and the people but little concerned in public business.
Heraclides started opposing him again, and when Dion invited him to join the Council, he refused, stating he would share his views as a private citizen in the public assembly. Then he criticized Dion for not tearing down the citadel and for preventing the people from demolishing Dionysius’s tomb and disrespecting the dead. He also accused him of reaching out to Corinth for advisors and support in governance, which he claimed neglected and disrespected his fellow citizens. In fact, he had sent messages asking some Corinthians to come to him, hoping their presence would help him establish the reforms he wanted. He aimed to limit the unrestricted democratic government, which he felt wasn't a real government, but as Plato described it, a marketplace of governments, and to create a mixed political system, based on the Spartan and Cretan models, combining elements of a republic and a monarchy, where an aristocratic group would oversee and decide on the most important issues; he recognized that the Corinthians were largely governed by an oligarchy, with the general public minimally involved in governmental affairs.
Now knowing that Heraclides would be his most considerable adversary, and that in all ways he was a turbulent, fickle, and factious man, he gave way to some whom formerly he hindered when they designed to kill him, who, breaking in, murdered Heraclides in his own house. His death was much resented by the citizens. Nevertheless, when Dion made him a splendid funeral, followed the dead body with all his soldiers, and then addressed them, they understood that it would have been impossible to have kept the city quiet, as long as Dion and Heraclides were competitors in the government.
Now realizing that Heraclides would be his biggest rival, and that he was a turbulent, unpredictable, and divisive man, he allowed some people to act who he had previously stopped when they plotted to kill him. They broke in and murdered Heraclides in his own home. His death was greatly upsetting to the citizens. However, when Dion organized a grand funeral, followed the body with all his soldiers, and then spoke to them, they understood that it would have been impossible to keep the city peaceful as long as Dion and Heraclides were competing for power.
Dion had a friend called Callippus, an Athenian, who, Plato says, first made acquaintance and afterwards obtained familiarity with him, not from any connection with his philosophic studies, but on occasion afforded by the celebration of the mysteries, and in the way of ordinary society. This man went with him in all his military service, and was in great honor and esteem; being the first of his friends who marched by his side into Syracuse, wearing a garland upon his head, having behaved himself very well in all the battles, and made himself remarkable for his gallantry. He, finding that Dion’s principal and most considerable friends were cut off in the war, Heraclides now dead, and the people without a leader, and that the soldiers had a great kindness for him, like a perfidious and wicked villain, in hopes to get the chief command of Sicily as his reward for the ruin of his friend and benefactor, and, as some say, being also bribed by the enemy with twenty talents to destroy Dion, inveigled and engaged several of the soldiers in a conspiracy against him, taking this cunning and wicked occasion for his plot. He daily informed Dion of what he heard or what he feigned the soldiers said against him; whereby he gained that credit and confidence, that he was allowed by Dion to consort privately with whom he would, and talk freely against him in any company, that he might discover who were his secret and factious maligners. By this means, Callippus in a short time got together a cabal of all the seditious malcontents in the city; and if anyone who would not be drawn in advised Dion that he was tampered with, he was not troubled or concerned at it, believing Callippus did it in compliance with his directions.
Dion had a friend named Callippus, an Athenian, who, according to Plato, got to know him first and then became close to him, not because of any connection to his philosophical studies, but through the celebrations of the mysteries and regular social interactions. This guy accompanied him in all his military service and was highly respected, being the first of his friends to march alongside him into Syracuse, wearing a garland on his head, having performed exceptionally well in all the battles, and making a name for himself with his bravery. When Callippus realized that many of Dion's most important friends were killed in the war, like Heraclides, and that the people were leaderless while the soldiers held him in high regard, he plotted against Dion—a treacherous and wicked move—in hopes of taking control of Sicily for himself as a reward for betraying his friend and benefactor. Some say he was also bribed by the enemy with twenty talents to destroy Dion. He tricked and persuaded several soldiers into a conspiracy against him, using this deceitful opportunity to implement his plan. He constantly fed Dion information about what he overheard or fabricated regarding what the soldiers were saying against him, which earned him enough trust that Dion allowed him to associate privately with whoever he wanted and speak openly against him in any gathering, hoping to uncover who was secretly plotting against him. Through this manipulation, Callippus quickly gathered a group of all the discontented troublemakers in the city. If anyone who resisted his influence warned Dion that Callippus was acting suspiciously, Dion didn’t worry about it, believing Callippus was simply following his guidance.
While this conspiracy was afoot, a strange and dreadful apparition was seen by Dion. As he sat one evening in a gallery in his house alone and thoughtful, hearing a sudden noise he turned about, and saw at the end of the colonnade, by clear daylight, a tall woman, in her countenance and garb like one of the tragical Furies, with a broom in her hand, sweeping the floor. Being amazed and extremely affrighted, he sent for some of his friends, and told them what he had seen, entreating them to stay with him and keep him company all night; for he was excessively discomposed and alarmed, fearing that if he were left alone the specter would again appear to him. He saw it no more. But a few days after, his only son, being almost grown up to man’s estate, upon some displeasure and pet he had taken upon a childish and frivolous occasion, threw himself headlong from the top of the house and broke his neck.
While this conspiracy was happening, Dion saw a strange and terrifying sight. One evening, sitting alone and deep in thought in a gallery of his house, he heard a sudden noise. When he turned around, he saw at the end of the colonnade, in broad daylight, a tall woman who looked like one of the tragic Furies, holding a broom and sweeping the floor. Amazed and extremely frightened, he called for some friends and told them what he had seen, asking them to stay with him and keep him company throughout the night because he was very disturbed and worried that if he was left alone, the apparition would come back. He didn’t see it again. But a few days later, his only son, who was nearly an adult, threw himself off the top of the house due to anger over a childish and trivial issue, and broke his neck.
While Dion was under this affliction, Callippus drove on his conspiracy, and spread a rumor among the Syracusans, that Dion, being now childless, was resolved to send for Dionysius’s son, Apollocrates, who was his wife’s nephew and sister’s grandson, and make him his heir and successor. By this time, Dion and his wife and sister began to suspect what was doing, and from all hands information came to them of the plot. Dion, being troubled, it is probable, for Heraclides’s murder, which was like to be a blot and stain upon his life and actions, in continual weariness and vexation, declared he had rather die a thousand times, and open his breast himself to the assassin, than live not only in fear of his enemies but suspicion of his friends. But Callippus, seeing the women very inquisitive to search to the bottom of the business, took alarm, and came to them, utterly denying it with tears in his eyes, and offering to give them whatever assurances of his fidelity they desired. They required that he should take the Great Oath, which was after this manner. The juror went into the sanctuary of Ceres and Proserpine, where, after the performance of some ceremonies, he was clad in the purple vestment of the goddess, and, holding a lighted torch in his hand, took his oath. Callippus did as they required, and forswore the fact. And indeed he so little valued the goddesses, that he stayed but till the very festival of Proserpine, by whom he had sworn, and on that very day committed his intended murder; as truly he might well enough disregard the day, since he must at any other time as impiously offend her, when he who had acted as her initiating priest should shed the blood of her worshiper.
While Dion was going through this hardship, Callippus continued with his conspiracy and spread a rumor among the people of Syracuse that Dion, now childless, intended to summon Dionysius’s son, Apollocrates, who was his wife's nephew and his sister’s grandson, to make him his heir and successor. By this point, Dion, along with his wife and sister, started to suspect something was off, and they received information from various sources about the plot. Dion, troubled, likely due to Heraclides’s murder—a stain on his life—felt constant weariness and frustration. He declared he would rather die a thousand times and confront the assassin himself than live in fear of his enemies and doubt from his friends. However, Callippus, noticing the women were eager to uncover the truth, became alarmed and approached them, wholeheartedly denying everything with tears in his eyes and offering any assurances of his loyalty they sought. They demanded he take the Great Oath, which involved a juror entering the sanctuary of Ceres and Proserpine. After performing certain ceremonies, he would don the goddess’s purple vestment and, holding a lit torch, take his oath. Callippus complied with their request and swore he was innocent. In fact, he cared so little for the goddesses that he waited only until the festival of Proserpine, the very goddess he had sworn by, to carry out his planned murder; he could easily disregard the day, knowing he would irreverently offend her anytime he—their initiating priest—would shed the blood of one of her worshipers.
There were a great many in the conspiracy; and as Dion was at home with several of his friends in a room with tables for entertainment in it, some of the conspirators beset the house around, others secured the doors and windows. The actual intended murderers were some Zacynthians, who went inside in their under-dresses without swords. Those outside shut the doors upon them and kept them fast. The murderers fell on Dion, endeavoring to stifle and crush him; then, finding they were doing nothing, they called for a sword, but none durst open the door. There were a great many within with Dion, but everyone was for securing himself, supposing that by letting him lose his life he should save his own, and therefore no man ventured to assist him. When they had waited a good while, at length Lycon the Syracusan reached a short sword in at the window to one of the Zacynthians, and thus, like a victim at a sacrifice, this long time in their power, and trembling for the blow, they killed him. His sister, and wife big with child, they hurried to prison, who poor lady, in her unfortunate condition was there brought to bed of a son, which, by the consent of the keepers, they intended to bring up, the rather because Callippus began already to be embroiled in troubles.
There were a lot of people involved in the conspiracy; and while Dion was at home with some friends in a room set up for entertainment, some of the conspirators surrounded the house, while others secured the doors and windows. The actual murderers were a group of Zacynthians who went inside dressed casually without swords. Those outside locked the doors behind them and kept them shut. The murderers attacked Dion, trying to suffocate and overpower him; when they realized they weren't succeeding, they called for a sword, but no one dared to open the door. Although many were inside with Dion, everyone focused on saving themselves, believing that if he died, it would save their own lives, so no one stepped in to help him. After waiting for a while, finally Lycon the Syracusan managed to hand a short sword through the window to one of the Zacynthians, and thus, like a victim at a sacrifice, Dion, who had been helpless for so long and fearful of the blow, was killed. His sister and pregnant wife were quickly taken to prison; the poor lady, in her unfortunate state, gave birth to a son there, and with the agreement of the guards, they planned to raise him, especially since Callippus was already getting caught up in troubles.
After the murder of Dion, he was in great glory, and had the sole government of Syracuse in his hands; and to that effect wrote to Athens, a place which, next the immortal gods, being guilty of such an abominable crime, he ought to have regarded with shame and fear. But true it is, what is said of that city, that the good men she breeds are the most excellent, and the bad the most notorious; as their country also produces the most delicious honey and the most deadly hemlock. Callippus, however, did not long continue to scandalize fortune and upbraid the gods with his prosperity, as though they connived at and bore with the wretched man, while he purchased riches and power by heinous impieties, but he quickly received the punishment he deserved. For, going to take Catana, he lost Syracuse; whereupon they report he said, he had lost a city and got a bauble. Then, attempting Messena, he had most of his men cut off, and, among the rest, Dion’s murderers. When no city in Sicily would admit him, but all hated and abhorred him, he went into Italy and took Rhegium; and there, being in distress and not able to maintain his soldiers, he was killed by Leptines and Polysperchon, and, as fortune would have it with the same sword by which Dion was murdered, which was known by the size, being but short, as the Spartan swords, and the workmanship of it very curious and artificial. Thus Callippus received the reward of his villanies.
After Dion was murdered, Callippus enjoyed great power and controlled Syracuse completely. To that end, he wrote to Athens, a place that, next to the immortal gods, should have made him feel shame and fear for committing such a terrible crime. It’s true what they say about that city: it produces the best people and the most infamous, just like it produces both the sweetest honey and the deadliest hemlock. However, Callippus didn’t keep mocking fate and blaming the gods for his fortune for long, as if they were approving of his actions while he gained wealth and power through terrible deeds. He soon faced the punishment he deserved. When he tried to capture Catana, he ended up losing Syracuse. It’s reported that he remarked he lost a city but gained a trinket. Then, when he attempted to take Messena, most of his men were killed, including those who had murdered Dion. With no city in Sicily willing to accept him and everyone hating him, he fled to Italy and seized Rhegium. There, in a tough spot and unable to support his soldiers, he was killed by Leptines and Polysperchon, and, as fate would have it, he was killed with the same sword used to murder Dion, known for its short length like Spartan swords and its exquisite craftsmanship. Thus, Callippus paid for his crimes.
When Aristomache and Arete were released out of prison, Hicetes, one of Dion’s friends, took them to his house, and seemed to intend to entertain them well and like a faithful friend. Afterwards, being persuaded by Dion’s enemies, he provided a ship and pretended to send them into Peloponnesus, but commanded the sailors, when they came out to sea, to kill them and throw them overboard. Others say that they and the little boy were thrown alive into the sea. This man also escaped not the due recompense of his wickedness, for he was taken by Timoleon and put to death, and the Syracusans, to revenge Dion, slew his two daughters; of all which I have given a more particular account in the life of Timoleon.
When Aristomache and Arete were released from prison, Hicetes, one of Dion’s friends, took them to his house and seemed intent on treating them well, like a loyal friend. Later, convinced by Dion’s enemies, he arranged for a ship and pretended to send them to Peloponnesus, but instructed the sailors to kill them and throw them overboard once they were out at sea. Some say that he and the little boy were thrown alive into the sea. This man also faced the consequences of his wrongdoing, as he was captured by Timoleon and executed, and the Syracusans, seeking revenge for Dion, killed his two daughters. I’ve gone into more detail about this in the life of Timoleon.
MARCUS BRUTUS
Marcus Brutus was descended from that Junius Brutus to whom the ancient Romans erected a statue of brass in the capitol among the images of their kings with a drawn sword in his hand, in remembrance of his courage and resolution in expelling the Tarquins and destroying the monarchy. But that ancient Brutus was of a severe and inflexible nature, like steel of too hard a temper, and having never had his character softened by study and thought, he let himself be so far transported with his rage and hatred against tyrants, that, for conspiring with them, he proceeded to the execution even of his own sons. But this Brutus, whose life we now write, having to the goodness of his disposition added the improvements of learning and the study of philosophy, and having stirred up his natural parts, of themselves grave and gentle, by applying himself to business and public affairs, seems to have been of a temper exactly framed for virtue; insomuch that they who were most his enemies upon account of his conspiracy against Caesar, if in that whole affair there was any honorable or generous part, referred it wholly to Brutus, and laid whatever was barbarous and cruel to the charge of Cassius, Brutus’s connection and familiar friend, but not his equal in honesty and pureness of purpose. His mother, Servilia, was of the family of Servilius Ahala, who, when Spurius Maelius worked the people into a rebellion and designed to make himself king, taking a dagger under his arm, went forth into the marketplace, and, upon presence of having some private business with him, came up close to him, and, as he bent his head to hear what he had to say, struck him with his dagger and slew him. And thus much, as concerns his descent by the mother’s side, is confessed by all; but as for his father’s family, they who for Caesar’s murder bore any hatred or ill-will to Brutus say that he came not from that Brutus who expelled the Tarquins, there being none of his race left after the execution of his two sons; but that his ancestor was a plebeian, son of one Brutus, a steward, and only rose in the latest times to office or dignity in the commonwealth. But Posidonius the philosopher writes that it is true indeed what the history relates, that two of the sons of Brutus who were of men’s estate were put to death, but that a third, yet an infant, was left alive, from whom the family was propagated down to Marcus Brutus; and further, that there were several famous persons of this house in his time whose looks very much resembled the statue of Junius Brutus. But of this subject enough.
Marcus Brutus was descended from Junius Brutus, to whom the ancient Romans built a brass statue in the Capitol alongside the images of their kings, holding a drawn sword in his hand, to honor his bravery and determination in driving out the Tarquins and ending the monarchy. However, that earlier Brutus had a harsh and unyielding character, like steel too hard to bend, and because he never softened his nature through learning and reflection, he became so consumed by his anger and hatred for tyrants that he executed even his own sons for conspiring with them. But this Brutus, whose life we are now discussing, combined his good character with the benefits of education and the study of philosophy. He nurtured his naturally serious and gentle nature by engaging in public affairs, making him seem perfectly suited for virtue. So much so that even those who opposed him due to his conspiracy against Caesar, if there was any honorable or noble aspect to that whole situation, attributed it entirely to Brutus, while blaming any barbaric or cruel actions on Cassius, Brutus's associate and close friend, though not nearly as honest or pure in intention. His mother, Servilia, was from the family of Servilius Ahala. When Spurius Maelius incited the people into rebellion and aimed to make himself king, Servilius, dagger under his arm, went into the marketplace pretending to have a private matter to discuss with him. As Maelius leaned in to listen, Servilius struck him with the dagger and killed him. This much about his maternal lineage is acknowledged by all; however, regarding his paternal lineage, those who held a grudge against Brutus for Caesar’s murder claimed that he was not a descendant of the Brutus who expelled the Tarquins since there were no remaining descendants after the execution of his two sons. They argued that his ancestor was a plebeian, a son of a Brutus who was a steward, who only gained prominence in later times. But Posidonius the philosopher asserts that while it is true, as history says, that two of Brutus's sons of stature were executed, a third, still an infant, survived, and from him the family line continued down to Marcus Brutus. Additionally, there were several notable individuals from this family in his time who bore a strong resemblance to the statue of Junius Brutus. But that's enough about this topic.
Cato the philosopher was brother to Servilia, the mother of Brutus, and he it was whom of all the Romans his nephew most admired and studied to imitate, and he afterwards married his daughter Porcia. Of all the sects of the Greek philosophers, though there was none of which he had not been a hearer and in which he had not made some proficiency, yet he chiefly esteemed the Platonists; and, not much approving of the modern and middle Academy, as it is called, he applied himself to the study of the ancient. He was all his lifetime a great admirer of Antiochus of the city of Ascalon, and took his brother Aristus into his own house for his friend and companion, a man for his learning inferior indeed to many of the philosophers, but for the evenness of his temper and steadiness of his conduct equal to the best. As for Empylus, of whom he himself and his friends often make mention in their epistles, as one that lived with Brutus, he was a rhetorician, and has left behind him a short but well-written history of the death of Caesar, entitled Brutus.
Cato the philosopher was the brother of Servilia, Brutus's mother, and he was the one whom his nephew admired the most and tried to imitate. He later married Cato's daughter, Porcia. Among all the Greek philosophical schools, although he had studied under many and had some familiarity with each, he primarily valued the Platonists. He wasn't very fond of the modern and middle Academy, as it’s called, and focused instead on the study of ancient philosophy. Throughout his life, he greatly admired Antiochus from Ascalon and welcomed his brother Aristus into his home as a friend and companion. While Aristus might not have been as learned as many philosophers, his calm demeanor and consistent behavior were on par with the best. As for Empylus, who is often mentioned in letters by him and his friends as someone who lived with Brutus, he was a rhetorician and left behind a short but well-written history of Caesar's death, titled Brutus.
In Latin, he had by exercise attained a sufficient skill to be able to make public addresses and to plead a cause; but in Greek, he must be noted for affecting the sententious and short Laconic way of speaking in sundry passages of his epistles; as when, in the beginning of the war, he wrote thus to the Pergamenians: “I hear you have given Dolabella money; if willingly, you must own you have injured me; if unwillingly, show it by giving willingly to me.” And another time to the Samians: “Your counsels are remiss and your performances slow: what think ye will be the end?” And of the Patareans thus: “The Xanthians, suspecting my kindness, have made their country the grave of their despair; the Patareans, trusting themselves to me, enjoy in all points their former liberty; it is in your power to choose the judgment of the Patareans or the fortune of the Xanthians.” And this is the style for which some of his letters are to be noted.
In Latin, he had practiced enough to be able to give public speeches and argue a case; but in Greek, he was known for adopting a concise, straightforward Laconic style in various parts of his letters. For example, at the start of the war, he wrote to the Pergamenians: “I hear you gave Dolabella money; if you did it willingly, you must admit you’ve wronged me; if unwillingly, show it by giving to me willingly.” Another time, he wrote to the Samians: “Your plans are sluggish and your actions slow: what do you think will be the outcome?” And about the Patareans, he stated: “The Xanthians, doubting my goodwill, have made their land the grave of their despair; the Patareans, trusting in me, fully enjoy their former freedom; it’s up to you to choose the fate of the Patareans or the misfortune of the Xanthians.” This is the style for which some of his letters are notable.
When he was but a very young man, he accompanied his uncle Cato, to Cyprus, when he was sent there against Ptolemy. But when Ptolemy killed himself, Cato, being by some necessary business detained in the isle of Rhodes, had already sent one of his friends, named Canidius, to take into his care and keeping the treasure of the king; but presently, not feeling sure of his honesty, he wrote to Brutus to sail immediately for Cyprus out of Pamphylia, where he then was staying to refresh himself, being but just recovered of a fit of sickness. He obeyed his orders, but with a great deal of unwillingness, as well out of respect to Canidius, who was thrown out of this employment by Cato with so much disgrace, as also because he esteemed such a commission mean, and unsuitable to him, who was in the prime of his youth, and given to books and study. Nevertheless, applying himself to the business, he behaved himself so well in it that he was highly commended by Cato, and, having turned all the goods of Ptolemy into ready money, he sailed with the greatest part of it in his own ship to Rome.
When he was just a young man, he went with his uncle Cato to Cyprus, where he was sent to deal with Ptolemy. But after Ptolemy took his own life, Cato, being tied up with some urgent business in Rhodes, had already sent a friend named Canidius to take care of the king's treasure. However, feeling unsure about Canidius's honesty, he wrote to Brutus to sail to Cyprus immediately from Pamphylia, where he was resting after recovering from an illness. Brutus followed the orders, but he was quite reluctant. He felt bad for Canidius, who had been dismissed from this task in such a humiliating way, and he thought the assignment was beneath him, especially since he was young and focused on his studies. Nevertheless, he took on the job and performed so well that Cato praised him. After turning all of Ptolemy's assets into cash, he sailed back to Rome with most of it in his own ship.
But upon the general separation into two factions, when, Pompey and Caesar taking up arms against one another, the whole empire was turned into confusion, it was commonly believed that he would take Caesar’s side; for his father in past time had been put to death by Pompey. But he, thinking it his duty to prefer the interest of the public to his own private feelings, and judging Pompey’s to be the better cause, took part with him; though formerly he used not so much as to salute or take any notice of Pompey, if he happened to meet him, esteeming it a pollution to have the least conversation with the murderer of his father. But now, looking upon him as the general of his country, he placed himself under his command, and set sail for Cilicia in quality of lieutenant to Sestius, who had the government of that province. But finding no opportunity there of doing any great service, and hearing that Pompey and Caesar were now near one another and preparing for the battle upon which all depended, he came of his own accord to Macedonia to partake in the danger. At his coming it is said that Pompey was so surprised and so pleased, that, rising from his chair in the sight of all who were about him, he saluted and embraced him, as one of the chiefest of his party. All the time that he was in the camp, excepting that which he spent in Pompey’s company, he employed in reading and in study, which he did not neglect even the day before the great battle. It was the middle of summer, and the heat was very great, the camp having been pitched near some marshy ground, and the people that carried Brutus’s tent were a long while before they came. Yet though upon these accounts he was extremely harassed and out of order, having scarcely by the middle of the day anointed himself and eaten a sparing meal, whilst most others were either laid to sleep or taken up with the thoughts and apprehensions of what would be the issue of the fight, he spent his time until the evening in writing an epitome of Polybius.
But when the general divide happened, with Pompey and Caesar taking up arms against each other, the entire empire was thrown into chaos. Many believed he would side with Caesar since his father had been killed by Pompey. However, he felt it was his duty to prioritize the public's interest over his personal feelings and judged Pompey’s cause to be the stronger one, so he chose to support him. Even though he used to avoid acknowledging Pompey, considering any interaction with his father's killer to be beneath him, he now viewed Pompey as the leader of his country and placed himself under his command, setting sail for Cilicia as a lieutenant to Sestius, who governed that province. Finding no chances to achieve anything significant there, and hearing that Pompey and Caesar were close to one another and preparing for a battle that would decide everything, he voluntarily made his way to Macedonia to face the danger. When he arrived, it’s said that Pompey was both surprised and delighted, getting up from his chair in front of everyone to greet and embrace him as one of his most important supporters. During the time he spent in the camp, aside from being with Pompey, he focused on reading and studying, even the day before the major battle. It was the middle of summer, and the heat was intense, with the camp set up near some marshy ground, and the people carrying Brutus’s tent took a long time to arrive. Despite these challenges and feeling quite exhausted, having barely managed to anoint himself and eat a light meal by midday, while most people were either sleeping or preoccupied with thoughts about the battle’s outcome, he spent his time until evening writing a summary of Polybius.
It is said that Caesar had so great a regard for him that he ordered his commanders by no means to kill Brutus in the battle, but to spare him, if possible, and bring him safe to him, if he would willingly surrender himself; but if he made any resistance, to suffer him to escape rather than do him any violence. And this he is believed to have done out of a tenderness to Servilia, the mother of Brutus; for Caesar had, it seems, in his youth been very intimate with her, and she passionately in love with him; and, considering that Brutus was born about that time in which their loves were at the highest, Caesar had a belief that he was his own child. The story is told, that when the great question of the conspiracy of Catiline, which had like to have been the destruction of the commonwealth, was debated in the senate, Cato and Caesar were both standing up, contending together on the decision to be come to; at which time a little note was delivered to Caesar from without, which he took and read silently to himself. Upon this, Cato cried out aloud, and accused Caesar of holding correspondence with and receiving letters from the enemies of the commonwealth; and when many other senators exclaimed against it, Caesar delivered the note as he had received it to Cato, who reading it found it to be a love-letter from his own sister Servilia, and threw it back again to Caesar with the words, “Keep it, you drunkard,” and returned to the subject of the debate. So public and notorious was Servilia’s love to Caesar.
It is said that Caesar held Brutus in such high regard that he instructed his commanders not to kill him in battle, but to spare him if they could and bring him to him safely if he chose to surrender; if he resisted, they should let him escape rather than harm him. This was believed to be out of a sense of compassion for Servilia, Brutus's mother. In his youth, Caesar had been very close to her, and she was deeply in love with him. Given that Brutus was born around the peak of their romance, Caesar believed he might be his own son. The story goes that during the debate in the Senate over the dangerous conspiracy of Catiline, which nearly led to the destruction of the republic, Cato and Caesar were both standing up, arguing about the decision to be made. At that moment, a small note was handed to Caesar from outside, which he took and silently read. Cato then loudly accused Caesar of corresponding with and receiving letters from the enemies of the state, prompting many other senators to protest. In response, Caesar handed the note to Cato as he had received it. After reading it, Cato discovered it was a love letter from his own sister, Servilia, and threw it back at Caesar, saying, “Keep it, you drunkard,” before returning to the debate. Servilia’s affection for Caesar was so public and well-known.
After the great overthrow at Pharsalia, Pompey himself having made his escape to the sea, and Caesar’s army storming the camp, Brutus stole privately out by one of the gates leading to marshy ground full of water and covered with reeds, and, traveling through the night, got safe to Larissa. From Larissa he wrote to Caesar, who expressed a great deal of joy to hear that he was safe, and, bidding him come, not only forgave him freely, but honored and esteemed him among his chiefest friends. Now when nobody could give any certain account which way Pompey had fled, Caesar took a little journey alone with Brutus, and tried what was his opinion herein, and after some discussion which passed between them, believing that Brutus’s conjecture was the right one, laying aside all other thoughts, he set out directly to pursue him towards Egypt. But Pompey, having reached Egypt, as Brutus guessed his design was to do, there met his fate.
After the big defeat at Pharsalia, Pompey managed to escape to the sea while Caesar’s army attacked the camp. Brutus quietly slipped out through one of the gates that led to a marshy area filled with water and covered in reeds, and traveled through the night to safely reach Larissa. From Larissa, he wrote to Caesar, who was very happy to hear that he was safe. Caesar not only freely forgave him but also invited him to come and honored him as one of his closest friends. When no one could say for sure which way Pompey had fled, Caesar took a short trip alone with Brutus to get his opinion on the matter. After some discussion between them, believing Brutus’s guess was correct, he set aside all other considerations and headed straight to pursue Pompey towards Egypt. But Pompey, having arrived in Egypt, met his fate there, just as Brutus had surmised.
Brutus in the meantime gained Caesar’s forgiveness for his friend Cassius; and pleading also in defense of the king of the Lybians, though he was overwhelmed with the greatness of the crimes alleged against him, yet by his entreaties and deprecations to Caesar in his behalf, he preserved to him a great part of his kingdom. It is reported that Caesar, when he first heard Brutus speak in public, said to his friends, “I know not what this young man intends, but, whatever he intends, he intends vehemently.” For his natural firmness of mind, not easily yielding, or complying in favor of everyone that entreated his kindness, once set into action upon motives of right reason and deliberate moral choice, whatever direction it thus took, it was pretty sure to take effectively, and to work in such a way as not to fail in its object. No flattery could ever prevail with him to listen to unjust petitions; and he held that to be overcome by the importunities of shameless and fawning entreaties, though some compliment it with the name of modesty and bashfulness, was the worst disgrace a great man could suffer. And he used to say, that he always felt as if they who could deny nothing could not have behaved well in the flower of their youth.
Brutus, in the meantime, earned Caesar’s forgiveness for his friend Cassius. He also defended the king of the Libyans; although the charges against him were severe, Brutus’s pleas and efforts to advocate for him helped preserve a significant portion of his kingdom. It’s said that when Caesar first heard Brutus speak in public, he remarked to his friends, “I don’t know what this young man has in mind, but whatever it is, he’s passionate about it.” Brutus had a strong sense of resolve, rarely bending or giving in to everyone who sought his favor. Once he set his mind on what he believed was right, he was likely to see it through effectively. No flattery could convince him to entertain unjust requests; he believed that yielding to the relentless pleas of shameless people—often misbranded as modesty and shyness—was the greatest disgrace for a person of high status. He would often say that he felt those who couldn’t refuse anything hadn’t behaved well in their youth.
Caesar, being about to make his expedition into Africa against Cato and Scipio, committed to Brutus the government of Cisalpine Gaul, to the great happiness and advantage of that province. For while people in other provinces were in distress with the violence and avarice of their governors, and suffered as much oppression as if they had been slaves and captives of war, Brutus, by his easy government, actually made them amends for their calamities under former rulers, directing moreover all their gratitude for his good deeds to Caesar himself; insomuch that it was a most welcome and pleasant spectacle to Caesar, when in his return he passed through Italy, to see the cities that were under Brutus’s command and Brutus himself increasing his honor and joining agreeably in his progress.
Caesar, preparing for his campaign in Africa against Cato and Scipio, entrusted Brutus with the administration of Cisalpine Gaul, greatly benefiting that province. While people in other provinces were suffering due to the brutality and greed of their governors, enduring oppression as if they were slaves or war captives, Brutus, through his fair governance, actually made up for the troubles they faced under previous leaders. He directed all their gratitude for his good actions toward Caesar himself. So, it was a delightful sight for Caesar, when he returned through Italy, to see the cities under Brutus's command and Brutus himself gaining honor and happily joining in his triumph.
Now several praetorships being vacant, it was all men’s opinion, that that of the chiefest dignity, which is called the praetorship of the city, would be conferred either upon Brutus or Cassius; and some say that, there having been some little difference upon former accounts between them, this competition set them much more at variance, though they were connected in their families, Cassius having married Junia, the sister of Brutus. Others say that the contention was raised between them by Caesar’s doing, who had privately given each of them such hopes of his favor as led them on, and provoked them at last into this open competition and trial of their interest. Brutus had only the reputation of his honor and virtue to oppose to the many and gallant actions performed by Cassius against the Parthians. But Caesar, having heard each side, and deliberating about the matter among his friends, said, “Cassius has the stronger plea, but we must let Brutus be first praetor.” So another praetorship was given to Cassius; the gaining of which could not so much oblige him, as he was incensed for the loss of the other. And in all other things Brutus was partaker of Caesar’s power as much as he desired; for he might, if he had pleased, have been the chief of all his friends, and had authority and command beyond them all, but Cassius and the company he met with him drew him off from Caesar. Indeed, he was not yet wholly reconciled to Cassius, since that competition which was between them; but yet he gave ear to Cassius’s friends, who were perpetually advising him not to be so blind as to suffer himself to be softened and won upon by Caesar, but to shun the kindness and favors of a tyrant, which they intimated that Caesar showed him, not to express any honor to his merit or virtue, but to unbend his strength, and undermine his vigor of purpose.
Now that several praetorships are open, everyone believes that the most prestigious one, known as the praetorship of the city, will either go to Brutus or Cassius. Some say that their previous disagreements have made their rivalry even worse, even though they are related—Cassius married Junia, Brutus's sister. Others claim that Caesar stirred up the competition by secretly giving both of them hopes for his support, which eventually led them to openly compete against each other. Brutus only had his reputation for honor and virtue to challenge the many impressive feats Cassius accomplished against the Parthians. However, after listening to both sides and discussing the matter with his friends, Caesar remarked, “Cassius has a stronger case, but we should let Brutus be the first praetor.” So, another praetorship was awarded to Cassius, although this did not please him much, as he was angry about missing out on the other one. In every other aspect, Brutus shared in Caesar’s power as much as he wanted; he could have been the leader among all his friends and held more authority than they did, but Cassius and his associates pulled him away from Caesar. In fact, he still hadn’t fully reconciled with Cassius after their rivalry, but he listened to Cassius’s friends, who constantly urged him not to be naive by letting Caesar win him over, but rather to avoid the kindness and favors of a dictator, which they suggested Caesar was showing him not out of respect for his merit or virtue, but to weaken his resolve and undermine his purpose.
Neither was Caesar wholly without suspicion of him nor wanted informers that accused Brutus to him; but he feared, indeed, the high spirit and the great character and the friends that he had, but thought himself secure in his moral disposition. When it was told him that Antony and Dolabella designed some disturbance, “It is not,” said he, “the fat and the long-haired men that I fear, but the pale and the lean,” meaning Brutus and Cassius. And when some maligned Brutus to him, and advised him to beware of him, taking hold of his flesh with his hand, “What,” he said, “do you think that Brutus will not wait out the time of this little body?” as if he thought none so fit to succeed him in his power as Brutus. And indeed it seems to be without doubt that Brutus might have been the first man in the commonwealth, if he had had patience but a little time to be second to Caesar, and would have suffered his power to decline after it was come to its highest pitch, and the fame of his great actions to die away by degrees. But Cassius, a man of a fierce disposition, and one that out of private malice, rather than love of the public, hated Caesar, not the tyrant, continually fired and stirred him up. Brutus felt the rule an oppression, but Cassius hated the ruler; and, among other reasons on which he grounded his quarrel against Caesar, the loss of his lions which he had procured when he was aedile elect was one: for Caesar, finding these in Megara, when that city was taken by Calenus, seized them to himself. These beasts, they say, were a great calamity to the Megarians; for, when their city was just taken, they broke open the lions’ dens, and pulled off their chains and let them loose, that they might run upon the enemy that was entering the city; but the lions turned upon them themselves, and tore to pieces a great many unarmed persons running about, so that it was a miserable spectacle even to their enemies to behold.
Caesar was not completely unaware of his suspicions about Brutus, nor did he lack informants who accused Brutus to him. However, he genuinely feared Brutus's strong spirit, impressive character, and loyal friends, but believed he was safe due to his own moral integrity. When he heard that Antony and Dolabella were planning some kind of disturbance, he said, “It’s not the fat and long-haired men that I fear, but the pale and lean,” referring to Brutus and Cassius. When some people slandered Brutus and warned him to be cautious, he grabbed his own flesh and said, “What, do you think that Brutus wouldn’t wait out the time of this little body?” implying that he thought no one was better suited to succeed him than Brutus. Indeed, it seems clear that Brutus could have been the top man in the state if he had just had the patience to be second to Caesar for a little while and allowed Caesar’s power to decline gradually and the glory of his great deeds to fade over time. But Cassius, who was hot-headed and motivated more by personal hatred than love for the public, continuously provoked him. Brutus found Caesar's rule oppressive, but Cassius hated Caesar the ruler. Among other reasons for his conflict with Caesar, one was the loss of the lions he had acquired when he was elected aedile. Caesar had taken these lions when he found them in Megara after Calenus captured the city. They say these beasts were a great disaster for the Megarians; when their city was under attack, they broke open the lions' dens and released them to charge at the enemies entering the city. But the lions instead turned on the Megarians and killed many unarmed people running around, creating a horrific scene even for their enemies to witness.
And this, some say, was the chief provocation that stirred up Cassius to conspire against Caesar; but they are much in the wrong. For Cassius had from his youth a natural hatred and rancor against the whole race of tyrants, which he showed when he was but a boy, and went to the same school with Faustus, the son of Sylla; for, on his boasting himself amongst the boys, and extolling the sovereign power of his father, Cassius rose up and struck him two or three boxes on the ear; which when the guardians and relations of Faustus designed to inquire into and to prosecute, Pompey forbade them, and, sending for both the boys together, examined the matter himself. And Cassius then is reported to have said thus, “Come, then, Faustus, dare to speak here those words that provoked me, that I may strike you again as I did before.” Such was the disposition of Cassius.
Some say this was the main reason that pushed Cassius to plot against Caesar, but they’re completely mistaken. Cassius had a deep-seated hatred for all tyrants from a young age. This became evident when he was a boy at school with Faustus, the son of Sylla. When Faustus bragged about his father’s power among the boys, Cassius stood up and slapped him a couple of times. When Faustus’s guardians and relatives wanted to investigate and take action, Pompey stopped them. He summoned both boys and looked into the matter himself. It’s reported that Cassius then said, “Come on, Faustus, say those words that upset me, so I can hit you again like I did before.” This shows Cassius’s character.
But Brutus was roused up and pushed on to the undertaking by many persuasions of his familiar friends, and letters and invitations from unknown citizens. For under the statue of his ancestor Brutus, that overthrew the kingly government, they wrote the words, “O that we had a Brutus now!” and, “O that Brutus were alive!” And Brutus’s own tribunal, on which he sat as praetor, was filled each morning with writings such as these: “You are asleep, Brutus,” and, “You are not a true Brutus.” Now the flatterers of Caesar were the occasion of all this, who, among other invidious honors which they strove to fasten upon Caesar, crowned his statues by night with diadems, wishing to incite the people to salute him king instead of dictator. But quite the contrary came to pass, as I have more particularly related in the life of Caesar.
But Brutus was awakened and motivated to take action by numerous appeals from his close friends, as well as letters and invitations from unknown citizens. Under the statue of his ancestor Brutus, who brought down the monarchy, they wrote messages like, “Oh, if only we had a Brutus now!” and, “Oh, if only Brutus were alive!” Each morning, Brutus’s own tribunal, where he served as praetor, was filled with writings such as, “You are asleep, Brutus,” and, “You’re not a true Brutus.” The flatterers of Caesar were responsible for all of this, as they tried to bestow various undesirable honors upon Caesar, including crowning his statues at night with diadems, hoping to encourage the people to hail him as king instead of dictator. However, the opposite happened, as I have detailed in the life of Caesar.
When Cassius went about soliciting friends to engage in this design against Caesar, all whom he tried readily consented, if Brutus would be head of it; for their opinion was that the enterprise wanted not hands or resolution, but the reputation and authority of a man such as he was, to give as it were the first religious sanction, and by his presence, if by nothing else, to justify the undertaking; that without him they should go about this action with less heart, and should lie under greater suspicions when they had done it, for, if their cause had been just and honorable, people would be sure that Brutus would not have refused it. Cassius, having considered these things with himself, went to Brutus, and made him the first visit after their falling out; and after the compliments of reconciliation had passed, and former kindnesses were renewed between them, he asked him if he designed to be present in the senate on the Calends of March, for it was discoursed, he said, that Caesar’s friends intended then to move that he might be made king. When Brutus answered, that he would not be there, “But what,” says Cassius, “if they should send for us?” “It will be my business then,” replied Brutus, “not to hold my peace, but to stand up boldly, and die for the liberty of my country.” To which Cassius with some emotion answered, “But what Roman will suffer you to die? What, do you not know yourself, Brutus? Or do you think that those writings that you find upon your praetor’s seat were put there by weavers and shopkeepers, and not by the first and most powerful men of Rome? From other praetors, indeed, they expect largesses and shows and gladiators, but from you they claim, as an hereditary debt, the extirpation of tyranny; they are all ready to suffer anything on your account, if you will but show yourself such as they think you are and expect you should be.” Which said, he fell upon Brutus, and embraced him; and after this, they parted each to try their several friends.
When Cassius started asking friends to join in his plot against Caesar, everyone he approached agreed to help, as long as Brutus would lead the effort. They believed the plan lacked not determination or strength, but needed the reputation and authority of someone like him to provide the first credible support, and just by his presence alone, legitimize the venture. Without him, they felt they would undertake the action with less conviction and would face harsher scrutiny afterward; if their cause was just and honorable, people would assume Brutus wouldn’t have turned it down. After thinking about this, Cassius went to see Brutus, making the first visit after their falling out. After exchanging pleasantries and renewing their previous friendship, he asked if Brutus planned to be in the senate on the Ides of March since it was rumored that Caesar's supporters intended to push for him to be declared king. When Brutus replied that he wouldn’t be there, Cassius asked, “But what if they send for us?” Brutus responded, “Then my duty will be to speak up and stand strong, and if necessary, die for my country’s freedom.” Cassius, with some emotion, replied, “But what Roman would let you die? Don’t you know yourself, Brutus? Do you really believe those notes you find on your praetor’s seat were left there by weavers and shopkeepers, and not by the most influential men in Rome? While other praetors are expected to deliver gifts and entertainments, they see it as your duty to eliminate tyranny; they’re all willing to endure anything for you, as long as you present yourself as they believe you should.” With that, he hugged Brutus tightly, and then they each went off to gather their respective allies.
Among the friends of Pompey there was one Caius Ligarius, whom Caesar had pardoned, though accused for having been in arms against him. This man, not feeling so thankful for having been forgiven as he felt oppressed by that power which made him need a pardon, hated Caesar, and was one of Brutus’s most intimate friends. Him Brutus visited, and, finding him sick, “O Ligarius,” says he, “what a time have you found out to be sick in!” At which words Ligarius, raising himself and leaning on his elbow, took Brutus by the hand, and said, “But, O Brutus, if you are on any design worthy of yourself, I am well.”
Among Pompey's friends was Caius Ligarius, whom Caesar had pardoned despite the accusations of having fought against him. This man, feeling less grateful for the forgiveness and more weighed down by the power that made his pardon necessary, resented Caesar and was one of Brutus’s closest friends. Brutus went to visit him and, seeing that he was ill, said, “O Ligarius, what a time you’ve chosen to be sick!” Hearing this, Ligarius propped himself up on his elbow, took Brutus’s hand, and replied, “But, O Brutus, if you have any worthy plans, I’m doing well.”
From this time, they tried the inclinations of all their acquaintance that they durst trust, and communicated the secret to them, and took into the design not only their familiar friends, but as many as they believed bold and brave and despisers of death. For which reason they concealed the plot from Cicero, though he was very much trusted and as well beloved by them all, lest, to his own disposition, which was naturally timorous, adding now the wariness and caution of old age, by his weighing, as he would do, every particular, that he might not make one step without the greatest security, he should blunt the edge of their forwardness and resolution in a business which required all the dispatch imaginable. As indeed there were also two others that were companions of Brutus, Statilius the Epicurean, and Favonius the admirer of Cato, whom he left out for this reason: as he was conversing one day with them, trying them at a distance, and proposing some such question to be disputed of as among philosophers, to see what opinion they were of, Favonius declared his judgment to be that a civil war was worse than the most illegal monarchy; and Statilius held, that, to bring himself into troubles and danger upon the account of evil or foolish men, did not become a man that had any wisdom or discretion. But Labeo, who was present, contradicted them both; and Brutus, as if it had been an intricate dispute, and difficult to be decided, held his peace for that time, but afterwards discovered the whole design to Labeo, who readily undertook it. The next thing that was thought convenient, was to gain the other Brutus, surnamed Albinus, a man of himself of no great bravery or courage, but considerable for the number of gladiators that he was maintaining for a public show, and the great confidence that Caesar put in him. When Cassius and Labeo spoke with him concerning the matter, he gave them no answer; but, seeking an interview with Brutus himself alone, and finding that he was their captain, he readily consented to partake in the action. And among the others, also, the most and best were gained by the name of Brutus. And, though they neither gave nor took any oath of secrecy, nor used any other sacred rite to assure their fidelity to each other, yet all kept their design so close, were so wary, and held it so silently among themselves, that, though by prophecies and apparitions and signs in the sacrifices the gods gave warning of it, yet could it not be believed.
From that point on, they tested the loyalties of everyone they trusted and shared their secret with them. They included not only close friends but also anyone they thought was bold and fearless enough to face death. For this reason, they kept the plan from Cicero, who was greatly trusted and loved by all, because his naturally cautious nature, combined with the carefulness of old age, would likely cause him to think through every detail. They worried that he might hesitate and interfere with their urgency in a matter that needed quick action. There were also two others who were friends of Brutus, Statilius the Epicurean and Favonius, a supporter of Cato, whom he excluded for this reason. One day, while speaking with them and testing their views on a philosophical question, Favonius stated that a civil war was worse than an illegal monarchy, while Statilius argued that getting into trouble because of corrupt or foolish people was unwise. However, Labeo, who was present, disagreed with both of them. Brutus, treating it as a complex debate that needed careful consideration, remained silent at the time, but later revealed the entire plan to Labeo, who eagerly agreed to take part. Next, they decided it would be wise to recruit the other Brutus, known as Albinus, who wasn’t particularly brave but was notable for the large number of gladiators he maintained for public displays and the trust Caesar had in him. When Cassius and Labeo spoke to him about the plan, he didn’t respond, but when he met with Brutus alone and saw he was their leader, he readily agreed to join the effort. Among others, many were convinced simply by the name Brutus. Even though they didn’t swear any oaths of secrecy or perform any rituals to ensure their loyalty, they managed to keep their plan so tightly held and discreet that, despite prophecies, supernatural signs, and omens in sacrifices warning of it, no one believed it.
Now Brutus, feeling that the noblest spirits of Rome for virtue, birth, or courage were depending upon him, and surveying with himself all the circumstances of the dangers they were to encounter, strove indeed as much as possible, when abroad, to keep his uneasiness of mind to himself, and to compose his thoughts; but at home, and especially at night, he was not the same man, but sometimes against his will his working care would make him start out of his sleep, and other times he was taken up with further reflection and consideration of his difficulties, so that his wife that lay with him could not choose but take notice that he was full of unusual trouble, and had in agitation some dangerous and perplexing question. Porcia, as was said before, was the daughter of Cato, and Brutus, her cousin-german, had married her very young, though not a maid, but after the death of her former husband, by whom she had one son, that was named Bibulus; and there is a little book, called Memoirs of Brutus, written by him, yet extant. This Porcia, being addicted to philosophy, a great lover of her husband, and full of an understanding courage, resolved not to inquire into Brutus’s secrets before she had made this trial of herself. She turned all her attendants out of her chamber, and, taking a little knife, such as they use to cut nails with, she gave herself a deep gash in the thigh; upon which followed a great flow of blood, and, soon after, violent pains and a shivering fever, occasioned by the wound. Now when Brutus was extremely anxious and afflicted for her, she, in the height of all her pain, spoke thus to him: “I, Brutus, being the daughter of Cato, was given to you in marriage, not like a concubine, to partake only in the common intercourse of bed and board, but to bear a part in all your good and all your evil fortunes; and for your part, as regards your care for me, I find no reason to complain; but from me, what evidence of my love, what satisfaction can you receive, if I may not share with you in bearing your hidden griefs, nor be admitted to any of your counsels that require secrecy and trust? I know very well that women seem to be of too weak a nature to be trusted with secrets; but certainly, Brutus, a virtuous birth and education, and the company of the good and honorable, are of some force to the forming our manners; and I can boast that I am the daughter of Cato and the wife of Brutus, in which two titles though before I put less confidence, yet now I have tried myself, and find that I can bid defiance to pain.” Which words having spoken, she showed him her wound, and related to him the trial that she had made of her constancy; at which he being astonished, lifted up his hands to heaven, and begged the assistance of the gods in his enterprise, that he might show himself a husband worthy of such a wife as Porcia. So then he comforted his wife.
Now Brutus, aware that the noblest people in Rome depended on him for virtue, lineage, or bravery, and considering all the dangers they were about to face, tried hard to keep his anxiety to himself while he was out and to organize his thoughts. However, at home, especially at night, he wasn't the same person. Sometimes, against his will, his restless mind would wake him from sleep, and other times he would be caught up in further reflection and consideration of his troubles. His wife, who lay beside him, couldn't help but notice that he was unusually troubled and was preoccupied with some dangerous and confusing issue. Porcia, as mentioned before, was the daughter of Cato, and Brutus, her cousin, had married her when she was very young. She was not a virgin, having previously been married, and she had one son named Bibulus. There is a small book called Memoirs of Brutus, written by him, that still exists. This Porcia, who was passionate about philosophy, loved her husband deeply and was very courageous, decided not to pry into Brutus’s secrets until she had tested herself. She sent all her attendants out of her room and, using a small knife like the ones used for cutting nails, she gave herself a deep cut on her thigh. This led to a heavy flow of blood, followed shortly by severe pain and chills from the wound. When Brutus was extremely worried and distressed for her, she, amidst all her suffering, said to him: “I, Brutus, the daughter of Cato, was given to you in marriage, not as a mistress just to share your bed and meals, but to partake in all your joys and sorrows. And concerning your care for me, I find no reason to complain; but what proof of my love and what satisfaction can you find if I cannot share in your hidden sorrows or be included in your secret counsel? I know that women are often seen as too weak to handle secrets, but surely, Brutus, a virtuous background and education, along with the companionship of good and honorable people, can shape our character. I can proudly say I am the daughter of Cato and the wife of Brutus. Although I previously had less confidence in these titles, I have tested myself and found that I can withstand pain.” After saying this, she showed him her wound and recounted the test of her determination. Astonished, he raised his hands to heaven and asked the gods for help in his endeavor so that he could prove to be a husband worthy of such a wife as Porcia. He then comforted his wife.
But a meeting of the senate being appointed, at which it was believed that Caesar would be present, they agreed to make use of that opportunity: for then they might appear all together without suspicion; and, besides, they hoped that all the noblest and leading men of the commonwealth, being then assembled, as soon as the great deed was done, would immediately stand forward, and assert the common liberty. The very place, too, where the senate was to meet, seemed to be by divine appointment favorable to their purpose. It was a portico, one of those joining the theater, with a large recess, in which there stood a statue of Pompey, erected to him by the commonwealth, when he adorned that part of the city with the porticos and the theater. To this place it was that the senate was summoned for the middle of March (the Ides of March is the Roman name for the day); as if some more than human power were leading the man thither, there to meet his punishment for the death of Pompey.
But a meeting of the Senate was scheduled, where it was expected that Caesar would be present, so they decided to use that opportunity. This way, they could all gather together without raising any suspicion, and they hoped the top leaders and noblest citizens of the commonwealth, being assembled, would step forward to defend their freedom as soon as the significant act was carried out. The location of the Senate meeting also seemed to have a divine purpose supporting their plan. It was in a portico next to the theater, featuring a large recess with a statue of Pompey, which had been erected by the commonwealth when he enhanced that part of the city with the porticos and the theater. The Senate was called to meet there in the middle of March (the Ides of March is the Roman name for that day), as if some greater force was guiding the man there to face his punishment for Pompey's death.
As soon as it was day, Brutus, taking with him a dagger, which none but his wife knew of, went out. The rest met together at Cassius’s house, and brought forth his son, that was that day to put on the manly gown, as it is called, into the forum; and from thence, going all to Pompey’s porch, stayed there, expecting Caesar to come without delay to the senate. Here it was chiefly that anyone who had known what they had purposed, would have admired the unconcerned temper and the steady resolution of these men in their most dangerous undertaking; for many of them, being praetors, and called upon by their office to judge and determine causes, did not only hear calmly all that made application to them and pleaded against each other before them, as if they were free from all other thoughts, but decided causes with as much accuracy and judgment as they had heard them with attention and patience. And when one person refused to stand to the award of Brutus, and with great clamor and many attestations appealed to Caesar, Brutus, looking round about him upon those that were present, said, “Caesar does not hinder me, nor will he hinder me, from doing according to the laws.”
As soon as it was morning, Brutus took a dagger that only his wife knew about and went out. The others gathered at Cassius’s house and brought his son, who was set to wear the manly gown that day, into the forum. From there, they all went to Pompey’s porch and waited for Caesar to arrive at the senate. In that moment, anyone who knew their plan would have been amazed by the calm demeanor and steady determination of these men in such a risky situation. Many of them were praetors, and despite their responsibilities to judge and resolve disputes, they listened to all who came to them and argued against each other as if they had no other thoughts on their minds. They resolved cases with as much accuracy and insight as they had attentively heard them. When someone refused to accept Brutus’s decision and loudly appealed to Caesar with many claims, Brutus looked around at those present and said, “Caesar does not stop me, nor will he stop me, from acting according to the laws.”
Yet there were many unusual accidents that disturbed them and by mere chance were thrown in their way. The first and chiefest was the long stay of Caesar, though the day was far spent, and his being detained at home by his wife, and forbidden by the soothsayers to go forth, upon some defect that appeared in his sacrifice. Another was this: There came a man up to Casca, one of the company, and, taking him by the hand, “You concealed,” said he, “the secret from us, but Brutus has told me all.” At which words when Casca was surprised, the other said laughing, “How come you to be so rich of a sudden, that you should stand to be chosen aedile?” So near was Casca to let out the secret, upon the mere ambiguity of the other’s expression. Then Popilius Laenas, a senator, having saluted Brutus and Cassius more earnestly than usual, whispered them softly in the ear and said, “My wishes are with you, that you may accomplish what you design, and I advise you to make no delay, for the thing is now no secret.” This said, he departed, and left them in great suspicion that the design had taken wind. In the meanwhile, there came one in all haste from Brutus’s house, and brought him news that his wife was dying. For Porcia, being extremely disturbed with expectation of the event, and not able to bear the greatness of her anxiety, could scarce keep herself within doors; and at every little noise or voice she heard, starting up suddenly, like those possessed with the bacchic frenzy, she asked everyone that came in from the forum what Brutus was doing, and sent one messenger after another to inquire. At last, after long expectation, the strength of her body could hold out no longer; her mind was overcome with her doubts and fears, and she lost the control of herself, and began to faint away. She had not time to betake herself to her chamber, but, sitting as she was amongst her women, a sudden swoon and a great stupor seized her, and her color changed, and her speech was quite lost. At this sight, her women made a loud cry, and many of the neighbors running to Brutus’s door to know what was the matter, the report was soon spread abroad that Porcia was dead; though with her women’s help she recovered in a little while, and came to herself again. When Brutus received this news, he was extremely troubled, nor without reason, yet was not so carried away by his private grief as to quit his public purpose.
Yet there were many strange accidents that disrupted them and, by pure chance, got in their way. The first and most significant was Caesar’s long delay, even though the day was nearly over, and his being held back at home by his wife, along with a warning from the soothsayers not to go out due to an issue that showed up in his sacrifice. Another incident involved a man approaching Casca, one of the group, and taking him by the hand. “You’ve kept this secret from us,” he said, “but Brutus has told me everything.” When Casca was taken aback by these words, the other laughed and said, “How did you suddenly become so wealthy that you’re in line to be chosen aedile?” Casca nearly revealed the secret simply because of the other’s ambiguous remark. Then Popilius Laenas, a senator, greeted Brutus and Cassius more earnestly than usual, leaned in and whispered, “I hope you succeed in what you’re planning, and I recommend you not to hesitate, because it’s no longer a secret.” After saying this, he left them in great doubt that their plan had been discovered. Meanwhile, someone rushed in from Brutus’s house to tell him that his wife was dying. Porcia, extremely anxious about what was going to happen, couldn't handle her worry, barely staying inside. At every little noise or voice she heard, she jumped up suddenly, like someone possessed, asking anyone who came from the forum what Brutus was doing, and sending one messenger after another to find out. Finally, after waiting a long time, she couldn’t hold on any longer; her mind weakened by doubt and fear, she began to faint. She didn’t even have time to get to her chamber; while sitting among her women, a sudden swoon and deep daze overtook her, her color changed, and she lost the ability to speak. At this sight, her women cried out loudly, and many neighbors rushed to Brutus’s door to find out what was happening, quickly spreading the word that Porcia was dead. However, with the help of her women, she recovered shortly and came back to her senses. When Brutus received this news, he was extremely troubled, and rightly so, but he didn’t let his personal grief distract him from his public purpose.
For now news was brought that Caesar was coming, carried in a litter. For, being discouraged by the ill omens that attended his sacrifice, he had determined to undertake no affairs of any great importance that day, but to defer them till another time, excusing himself that he was sick. As soon as he came out of his litter, Popilius Laenas, he who but a little before had wished Brutus good success in his undertaking, coming up to him, conversed a great while with him, Caesar standing still all the while, and seeming to be very attentive. The conspirators, (to give them this name,) not being able to hear what he said, but guessing by what themselves were conscious of that this conference was the discovery of their treason, were again disheartened, and, looking upon one another, agreed from each other’s countenances that they should not stay to be taken, but should all kill themselves. And now when Cassius and some others were laying hands upon their daggers under their robes, and were drawing them out, Brutus, viewing narrowly the looks and gesture of Laenas, and finding that he was earnestly petitioning and not accusing, said nothing, because there were many strangers to the conspiracy mingled amongst them, but by a cheerful countenance encouraged Cassius. And after a little while, Laenas, having kissed Caesar’s hand, went away, showing plainly that all his discourse was about some particular business relating to himself.
For now, news came that Caesar was arriving, being carried in a litter. He had been discouraged by the bad omens that accompanied his sacrifice and decided not to handle any important matters that day, choosing to postpone them for another time while claiming he was sick. As soon as he got out of his litter, Popilius Laenas, who had just wished Brutus good luck with his plan, approached him and talked to him for a long time. Caesar stood still the entire time, seeming very attentive. The conspirators, who we will call that, couldn't hear what was being said but sensed from their own awareness that this conversation revealed their betrayal. They felt disheartened and, looking at one another, silently agreed they shouldn't wait to be caught, but should all take their own lives. Just then, when Cassius and a few others were reaching for their daggers under their robes and pulling them out, Brutus closely observed Laenas's expression and gestures, realizing that he was earnestly appealing and not accusing. He said nothing since there were many strangers among them but encouraged Cassius with a reassuring expression. After a little while, Laenas, having kissed Caesar’s hand, left, clearly indicating that all his talk was about some personal matter related to himself.
Now when the senate was gone in before to the chamber where they were to sit, the rest of the company placed themselves close about Caesar’s chair, as if they had some suit to make to him, and Cassius, turning his face to Pompey’s statue, is said to have invoked it, as if it had been sensible of his prayers. Trebonius, in the meanwhile, engaged Antony’s attention at the door, and kept him in talk outside. When Caesar entered, the whole senate rose up to him. As soon as he was set down, the men all crowded round about him, and set Tillius Cimber, one of their own number, to intercede in behalf of his brother, that was banished; they all joined their prayers with his, and took Caesar by the hand, and kissed his head and his breast. But he putting aside at first their supplications, and afterwards, when he saw they would not desist, violently rising up, Tillius with both hands caught hold of his robe and pulled it off from his shoulders, and Casca, that stood behind him, drawing his dagger, gave him the first, but a slight wound, about the shoulder. Caesar snatching hold of the handle of the dagger, and crying out aloud in Latin, “Villain Casca, what do you?” he, calling in Greek to his brother, bade him come and help. And by this time, finding himself struck by a great many hands, and looking round about him to see if he could force his way out, when he saw Brutus with his dagger drawn against him, he let go Casca’s hand, that he had hold of, and, covering his head with his robe, gave up his body to their blows. And they so eagerly pressed towards the body, and so many daggers were hacking together, that they cut one another; Brutus, particularly, received a wound in his hand, and all of them were besmeared with the blood.
Now, when the senate went into the chamber where they were to meet, the rest of the group gathered closely around Caesar’s chair, as if they had something to present to him. Cassius, turning his face to Pompey’s statue, is said to have implored it, as if it could hear his prayers. Meanwhile, Trebonius kept Antony engaged at the door, chatting with him outside. When Caesar entered, the entire senate stood up for him. As soon as he sat down, they all crowded around him and had Tillius Cimber, one of their own, plead for his brother, who was in exile; they all joined in prayer with him, taking Caesar by the hand and kissing his head and chest. But initially, he rejected their pleas, and when he saw they wouldn't give up, he suddenly stood up. Tillius grabbed his robe with both hands and pulled it off his shoulders, and Casca, standing behind him, drew his dagger and gave him the first, albeit slight, wound on his shoulder. Caesar grabbed the dagger's handle, shouting in Latin, “Villain Casca, what are you doing?” He called out in Greek to his brother, asking for help. By now, feeling strikes from many hands and looking around to see if he could escape, when he saw Brutus with his dagger drawn against him, he let go of Casca's hand and, covering his head with his robe, surrendered his body to their attacks. They pressed eagerly toward him, and with so many daggers hacking away, they ended up cutting each other; Brutus, in particular, received a wound in his hand, and they all were smeared with blood.
Caesar being thus slain, Brutus, stepping forth into the midst, intended to have made a speech, and called back and encouraged the senators to stay; but they all affrighted ran away in great disorder, and there was a great confusion and press at the door, though none pursued or followed. For they had come to an express resolution to kill nobody besides Caesar, but to call and invite all the rest to liberty. It was indeed the opinion of all the others, when they consulted about the execution of their design, that it was necessary to cut off Antony with Caesar, looking upon him as an insolent man, an affecter of monarchy, and one that, by his familiar intercourse, had gained a powerful interest with the soldiers. And this they urged the rather, because at that time to the natural loftiness and ambition of his temper there was added the dignity of being consul and colleague to Caesar. But Brutus opposed this counsel, insisting first upon the injustice of it, and afterwards giving them hopes that a change might be worked in Antony. For he did not despair but that so highly gifted and honorable a man, and such a lover of glory as Antony, stirred up with emulation of their great attempt, might, if Caesar were once removed, lay hold of the occasion to be joint restorer with them of the liberty of his country. Thus did Brutus save Antony’s life. But he, in the general consternation, put himself into a plebeian habit, and fled. But Brutus and his party marched up to the capitol, in their way showing their hands all bloody, and their naked swords, and proclaiming liberty to the people. At first all places were filled with cries and shouts; and the wild running to and fro, occasioned by the sudden surprise and passion that everyone was in, increased the tumult in the city. But no other bloodshed following, and no plundering of the goods in the streets, the senators and many of the people took courage and went up to the men in the capitol; and, a multitude being gathered together, Brutus made an oration to them, very popular, and proper for the state that affairs were then in. Therefore, when they applauded his speech, and cried out to him to come down, they all took confidence and descended into the forum; the rest promiscuously mingled with one another, but many of the most eminent persons, attending Brutus, conducted him in the midst of them with great honor from the capitol, and placed him in the rostra. At the sight of Brutus, the crowd, though consisting of a confused mixture and all disposed to make a tumult, were struck with reverence, and expected what he would say with order and with silence, and, when he began to speak, heard him with quiet and attention. But that all were not pleased with this action they plainly showed when, Cinna beginning to speak and accuse Caesar, they broke out into a sudden rage, and railed at him in such language, that the whole party thought fit again to withdraw to the capitol. And there Brutus, expecting to be besieged, dismissed the most eminent of those that had accompanied them thither, not thinking it just that they who were not partakers of the fact should share in the danger.
After Caesar was killed, Brutus stepped forward to give a speech and encouraged the senators to stay, but they all panicked and ran away in chaos, causing a huge commotion at the door, even though no one followed them. They had made a clear decision to kill only Caesar and to invite everyone else to freedom. In their discussions about their plan, everyone agreed that they needed to eliminate Antony along with Caesar, seeing him as arrogant and someone who aspired to monarchy, having gained significant influence with the soldiers through his close relationship with Caesar. They felt this was especially important since Antony's ambition was now coupled with the authority of being consul and Caesar's colleague. However, Brutus opposed this idea, arguing it was unjust and holding out hope that Antony could be influenced to support their cause. He believed that a man as talented and honorable as Antony, driven by a desire for glory, might seize the opportunity, upon Caesar’s removal, to help restore his country’s freedom. So, Brutus spared Antony's life. In the chaos, Antony disguised himself as a commoner and fled. Meanwhile, Brutus and his supporters marched to the Capitol, showing their bloody hands and unsheathed swords while proclaiming freedom to the people. Initially, the streets were filled with cries and shouts, and the frenzy caused by the sudden shock only heightened the turmoil in the city. However, since there was no further bloodshed or looting, the senators and many citizens found the courage to approach the men at the Capitol. As a crowd gathered, Brutus delivered a popular speech that was fitting for the current state of affairs. When they cheered for him and urged him to come down, everyone gained confidence and moved into the forum. The crowd mixed together, but many distinguished individuals supported Brutus, escorting him with honor from the Capitol and placing him at the rostra. When the crowd saw Brutus, despite their confusion and unrest, they were filled with respect and waited in silence for him to speak. As he began, they listened attentively. However, not everyone approved of the situation, which became evident when Cinna started to speak and denounce Caesar; the crowd erupted in anger and insulted him, prompting the group to retreat back to the Capitol. There, anticipating a siege, Brutus dismissed the most notable of those who had accompanied them because he felt it wasn’t fair for those who didn’t take part in the act to share in the danger.
But the next day, the senate being assembled in the temple of the Earth, and Antony and Plancus and Cicero having made orations recommending concord in general and an act of oblivion, it was decreed, that the men should not only be put out of all fear or danger, but that the consuls should see what honors and dignities were proper to be conferred upon them. After which done, the senate broke up; and, Antony having sent his son as an hostage to the capitol, Brutus and his company came down, and mutual salutes and invitations passed amongst them, the whole of them being gathered together. Antony invited and entertained Cassius, Lepidus did the same to Brutus, and the rest were invited and entertained by others, as each of them had acquaintance or friends. And as soon as it was day, the senate met again and voted thanks to Antony for having stifled the beginning of a civil war; afterwards Brutus and his associates that were present received encomiums, and had provinces assigned and distributed among them. Crete was allotted to Brutus, Africa to Cassius, Asia to Trebonius, Bithynia to Cimber, and to the other Brutus Gaul about the Po.
But the next day, the senate gathered in the temple of the Earth. Antony, Plancus, and Cicero gave speeches advocating for unity and a general amnesty. It was decided that the men should not only be free from fear or danger, but that the consuls should ensure they received appropriate honors and dignities. After this, the senate adjourned; and Antony sent his son as a hostage to the Capitol. Brutus and his group arrived, and they exchanged greetings and invitations among themselves. Antony hosted Cassius, Lepidus entertained Brutus, and the others were invited by different members, depending on their connections or friendships. As soon as day broke, the senate reconvened and thanked Antony for preventing the onset of a civil war. Then, Brutus and his associates who were present received praise and were assigned provinces. Crete was given to Brutus, Africa to Cassius, Asia to Trebonius, Bithynia to Cimber, and Gaul around the Po to the other Brutus.
After these things, they began to consider of Caesar’s will, and the ordering of his funeral. Antony desired that the will might be read, and that the body should not have a private or dishonorable interment, lest that should further exasperate the people. This Cassius violently opposed, but Brutus yielded to it, and gave leave; in which he seems to have a second time committed a fault. For as before in sparing the life of Antony he could not be without some blame from his party, as thereby setting up against the conspiracy a dangerous and difficult enemy, so now, in suffering him to have the ordering of the funeral, he fell into a total and irrecoverable error. For first, it appearing by the will that Caesar had bequeathed to the Roman people seventy-five drachmas a man, and given to the public his gardens beyond Tiber (where now the temple of Fortune stands), the whole city was fired with a wonderful affection for him, and a passionate sense of the loss of him. And when the body was brought forth into the forum, Antony, as the custom was, making a funeral oration in the praise of Caesar, and finding the multitude moved with his speech, passing into the pathetic tone, unfolded the bloody garment of Caesar, showed them in how many places it was pierced, and the number of his wounds. Now there was nothing to be seen but confusion; some cried out to kill the murderers, others (as was formerly done when Clodius led the people) tore away the benches and tables out of the shops round about, and, heaping them all together, built a great funeral pile, and, having put the body of Caesar upon it, set it on fire, the spot where this was done being moreover surrounded with a great many temples and other consecrated places, so that they seemed to burn the body in a kind of sacred solemnity. As soon as the fire flamed out, the multitude, flocking in some from one part and some from another, snatched the brands that were half burnt out of the pile, and ran about the city to fire the houses of the murderers of Caesar. But they, having beforehand well fortified themselves, repelled this danger.
After these events, they started discussing Caesar's will and the arrangements for his funeral. Antony wanted the will to be read and insisted that the body should not be buried privately or dishonorably, as that would further anger the people. Cassius strongly opposed this, but Brutus agreed and allowed it, which seemed to be another mistake on his part. Just as he faced criticism from his faction for sparing Antony's life—thus creating a dangerous enemy to the conspiracy—he now erred completely by letting Antony take charge of the funeral. First, it became clear from the will that Caesar had left seventy-five drachmas per man to the Roman people and had given his gardens across the Tiber (where the temple of Fortune now stands) to the public. This ignited an immense affection for him throughout the city and a deep sense of loss. When the body was brought to the forum, Antony, following the custom, delivered a eulogy praising Caesar. As he noticed the crowd moved by his words, he shifted to a more emotional tone, revealing Caesar's bloody garment, showing how many times it had been stabbed, and counting his wounds. Chaos erupted; some shouted to kill the murderers while others, like during the time of Clodius, tore away benches and tables from nearby shops. They piled everything together, placed Caesar's body on top, and set it on fire, surrounded by many temples and sacred sites, as though they were conducting a religious ceremony. Once the flames roared, the crowd rushed in from different directions, grabbing the half-burnt brands from the pyre, and ran through the city to set fire to the homes of Caesar's murderers. However, those murderers had fortified themselves well in advance and were able to fend off this threat.
There was however a kind of poet, one Cinna, not at all concerned in the guilt of the conspiracy, but on the contrary one of Caesar’s friends. This man dreamed that he was invited to supper by Caesar, and that he declined to go, but that Caesar entreated and pressed him to it very earnestly; and at last, taking him by the hand, led him into a very deep and dark place, whither he was forced against his will to follow in great consternation and amazement. After this vision, he had a fever the most part of the night; nevertheless in the morning, hearing that the body of Caesar was to be carried forth to be interred, he was ashamed not to be present at the solemnity, and came abroad and joined the people, when they were already infuriated by the speech of Antony. And perceiving him, and taking him not for that Cinna who indeed he was, but for him that a little before in a speech to the people had reproached and inveighed against Caesar, they fell upon him and tore him to pieces.
There was, however, a poet named Cinna, who had nothing to do with the conspiracy and was actually one of Caesar’s friends. This man dreamed that Caesar had invited him to dinner, and although he initially declined, Caesar insisted and urged him very earnestly to come. Eventually, taking him by the hand, he led him into a very dark and deep place, where Cinna felt compelled against his will to follow, filled with fear and confusion. After this dream, he was feverish for most of the night; however, the next morning, upon hearing that Caesar’s body was going to be carried out for burial, he felt ashamed to miss the ceremony and went out to join the crowd, which was already enraged by Antony's speech. When the crowd saw him, they mistook him for another Cinna who had recently insulted and criticized Caesar in a speech to the people, and they attacked him and killed him.
This action chiefly, and the alteration that Antony had wrought, so alarmed Brutus and his party, that for their safety they retired from the city. The first stay they made was at Antium, with a design to return again as soon as the fury of the people had spent itself and was abated, which they expected would soon and easily come to pass in an unsettled multitude, apt to be carried away with any sudden and impetuous passion, especially since they had the senate favorable to them; which, though it took no notice of those that had torn Cinna to pieces, yet made a strict search and apprehended in order to punishment those that had assaulted the houses of the friends of Brutus and Cassius. By this time, also, the people began to be dissatisfied with Antony, who they perceived was setting up a kind of monarchy for himself; they longed for the return of Brutus, whose presence they expected and hoped for at the games and spectacles which he, as praetor, was to exhibit to the public. But he, having intelligence that many of the old soldiers that had borne arms under Caesar, by whom they had had lands and cities given them, lay in wait for him, and by small parties at a time had stolen into the city, would not venture to come himself; however, in his absence there were most magnificent and costly shows exhibited to the people; for, having bought up a great number of all sorts of wild beasts, he gave order that not any of them should be returned or saved, but that all should be spent freely at the public spectacles. He himself made a journey to Naples to procure a considerable number of players, and hearing of one Canutius, that was very much praised for his acting upon the stage, he wrote to his friends to use all their entreaties to bring him to Rome (for, being a Grecian, he could not be compelled); he wrote also to Cicero, begging him by no means to omit being present at the shows.
This action, along with the changes Antony had made, alarmed Brutus and his supporters so much that they withdrew from the city for their safety. Their first stop was at Antium, planning to return as soon as the people's anger cooled down, which they expected to happen quickly in a crowd that could easily be swayed by sudden emotions, especially since they had the support of the senate. Although the senate ignored those who had torn Cinna apart, it actively searched for and punished those who had attacked the homes of Brutus and Cassius's allies. By this time, the people also started to grow discontent with Antony, as they realized he was trying to establish a sort of monarchy for himself; they longed for Brutus's return, looking forward to seeing him at the games and spectacles he was supposed to hold as praetor. However, Brutus was aware that many former soldiers who had served under Caesar—and received lands and cities from him—were waiting for him, and small groups had sneakily entered the city, so he decided not to take the risk of coming back himself. Nevertheless, in his absence, there were grand and extravagant shows put on for the people. He had purchased a large number of wild animals and ordered that none be returned or saved, but rather all should be used up freely at the public spectacles. He also traveled to Naples to gather a significant number of actors and, hearing about a highly praised actor named Canutius, he wrote to his friends to do everything they could to convince him to come to Rome (as he was Greek and could not be forced). He also reached out to Cicero, urging him not to miss attending the shows.
This was the posture of affairs when another sudden alteration was made upon the young Caesar’s coming to Rome. He was son to the niece of Caesar, who adopted him, and left him his heir by his will. At the time when Caesar was killed, he was following his studies at Apollonia, where he was expecting also to meet Caesar on his way to the expedition which he had determined on against the Parthians; but, hearing of his death, he immediately came to Rome, and, to ingratiate himself with the people, taking upon himself the name of Caesar, and punctually distributing among the citizens the money that was left them by the will, he soon got the better of Antony; and by money and largesses, which he liberally dispersed amongst the soldiers, he gathered together and brought over to his party a great number of those that had served under Caesar. Cicero himself, out of the hatred which he bore to Antony, sided with young Caesar; which Brutus took so ill that he treated with him very sharply in his letters, telling him, that he perceived Cicero could well enough endure a tyrant, but was afraid that he who hated him should be the man; that in writing and speaking so well of Caesar, he showed that his aim was to have an easy slavery. “But our forefathers,” said Brutus, “could not brook even gentle masters.” Further he added, that for his own part he had not as yet fully resolved whether he should make war or peace; but that as to one point he was fixed and settled, which was, never to be a slave; that he wondered Cicero should fear the dangers of a civil war, and not be much more afraid of a dishonorable and infamous peace; that the very reward that was to be given him for subverting Antony’s tyranny was the privilege of establishing Caesar as tyrant in his place. This is the tone of Brutus’s first letters to Cicero.
This was the situation when another sudden change occurred with the young Caesar's arrival in Rome. He was the son of Caesar's niece, who had adopted him and made him his heir in his will. At the time of Caesar's assassination, he was studying in Apollonia, where he was also expecting to meet Caesar on his way to the campaign he planned against the Parthians. However, upon hearing about Caesar's death, he rushed to Rome. To win the favor of the people, he took on the name Caesar and promptly distributed the money left for the citizens in the will. He quickly outmaneuvered Antony, and by generously giving money and gifts to the soldiers, he gathered a large number of those who had served under Caesar to his side. Cicero, motivated by his hatred for Antony, allied himself with the young Caesar. Brutus was very displeased by this and responded sharply in his letters, telling Cicero that he could clearly tolerate a tyrant but was worried that it might be someone he despised. He pointed out that by praising Caesar so eloquently, Cicero seemed to be aiming for an easy form of slavery. “But our ancestors,” Brutus said, “could not even tolerate gentle masters.” He further added that he had not yet fully decided whether to go to war or make peace, but he was certain of one thing: he would never be a slave. He was surprised that Cicero feared the dangers of civil war more than a dishonorable and infamous peace, stressing that the prize for defeating Antony's tyranny would just be the privilege of making Caesar a tyrant in his place. This reflects the sentiment of Brutus's first letters to Cicero.
The city being now divided into two factions, some betaking themselves to Caesar and others to Antony, the soldiers selling themselves, as it were, by public outcry, and going over to him that would give them most, Brutus began to despair of any good event of such proceedings, and, resolving to leave Italy, passed by land through Lucania and came to Elea by the seaside. From hence it was thought convenient that Porcia should return to Rome. She was overcome with grief to part from Brutus, but strove as much as was possible to conceal it; but, in spite of all her constancy, a picture which she found there accidentally betrayed it. It was a Greek subject, Hector parting from Andromache when he went to engage the Greeks, giving his young son Astyanax into her arms, and she fixing her eyes upon him. When she looked at this piece, the resemblance it bore to her own condition made her burst into tears, and several times a day she went to see the picture, and wept before it. Upon this occasion, when Acilius, one of Brutus’s friends, repeated out of Homer the verses, where Andromache speaks to Hector:—
The city was now split into two groups, with some siding with Caesar and others with Antony. The soldiers, essentially putting themselves up for grabs, went with whoever offered them the best deal. Brutus began to lose hope for a positive outcome from these events and decided to leave Italy. He traveled overland through Lucania and arrived at Elea by the coast. It was decided that Porcia should return to Rome. She was heartbroken to part from Brutus but tried her best to hide her feelings. Despite her efforts to stay strong, a painting she stumbled upon inadvertently revealed her emotions. It depicted the scene of Hector saying goodbye to Andromache before going to fight the Greeks, handing his young son Astyanax into her arms while she gazed at him. When she looked at this artwork, its resemblance to her own situation made her weep, and several times a day, she went to see the painting and cried in front of it. On this occasion, when Acilius, one of Brutus's friends, recited the lines from Homer where Andromache speaks to Hector:—
But Hector, you
To me are father and are mother too,
My brother, and my loving husband true.
But Hector, you
Are both my father and my mother,
My brother and my truly loving husband.
Brutus, smiling, replied, “But I must not answer Porcia, as Hector did Andromache,
Brutus, smiling, replied, “But I can’t respond to Porcia like Hector did to Andromache,
‘Mind you your loom, and to your maids give law.’
‘Pay attention to your loom, and give orders to your maids.’
For though the natural weakness of her body hinders her from doing what only the strength of men can perform, yet she has a mind as valiant and as active for the good of her country as the best of us.” This narrative is in the memoirs of Brutus written by Bibulus, Porcia’s son.
For even though her natural physical weakness prevents her from doing what only men’s strength can achieve, she has a mind that is as brave and as driven for the good of her country as any of us.” This story is in the memoirs of Brutus written by Bibulus, Porcia’s son.
Brutus took ship from hence, and sailed to Athens where he was received by the people with great demonstrations of kindness, expressed in their acclamations and the honors that were decreed him. He lived there with a private friend, and was a constant auditor of Theomnestus the Academic and Cratippus the Peripatetic, with whom he so engaged in philosophical pursuits, that he seemed to have laid aside all thoughts of public business, and to be wholly at leisure for study. But all this while, being unsuspected, he was secretly making preparation for war; in order to which he sent Herostratus into Macedonia to secure the commanders there to his side, and he himself won over and kept at his disposal all the young Romans that were then students at Athens. Of this number was Cicero’s son, whom he everywhere highly extols, and says that whether sleeping or waking he could not choose but admire a young man of so great a spirit and such a hater of tyranny.
Brutus took a ship from here and sailed to Athens, where the people warmly welcomed him with cheers and honors awarded to him. He lived there with a close friend and regularly attended lectures by Theomnestus the Academic and Cratippus the Peripatetic. He became so absorbed in philosophical studies that it seemed he had set aside all thoughts of public affairs and was completely focused on learning. However, all the while, he was secretly preparing for war; to assist with this, he sent Herostratus to Macedonia to secure the support of the commanders there, while he himself won over and kept close the young Romans studying in Athens. Among them was Cicero’s son, whom he praised highly everywhere, saying that whether asleep or awake, he couldn’t help but admire a young man with such great spirit and a strong dislike for tyranny.
At length he began to act openly, and to appear in public business, and, being informed that there were several Roman ships full of treasure that in their course from Asia were to come that way, and that they were commanded by one of his friends, he went to meet him about Carystus. Finding him there, and having persuaded him to deliver up the ships, he made a more than usually splendid entertainment, for it happened also to be his birthday. Now when they came to drink, and were filling their cups with hopes for victory to Brutus and liberty to Rome, Brutus, to animate them the more, called for a larger bowl, and holding it in his hand, on a sudden upon no occasion or forethought pronounced aloud this verse: —
At last, he started to act openly and become involved in public affairs. He learned that several Roman ships filled with treasure were on their way from Asia and that they were commanded by a friend of his, so he went to meet him near Carystus. When he found him there and convinced him to surrender the ships, he hosted a particularly lavish celebration since it was also his birthday. When it was time to drink and they were filling their cups to toast to Brutus and the freedom of Rome, Brutus, wanting to inspire them even more, called for a bigger bowl. Holding it in his hand, without any reason or prior thought, he suddenly proclaimed this verse aloud: —
But fate my death and Leto’s son have wrought.
But fate, my death, and Leto's son have brought this about.
And some writers add that in the last battle which he fought at Philippi the word that he gave to his soldiers was Apollo, and from thence conclude that this sudden unaccountable exclamation of his was a presage of the overthrow that he suffered there.
And some writers say that in the last battle he fought at Philippi, his command to his soldiers was "Apollo," and from that, they conclude that this sudden and inexplicable shout was a sign of the defeat he experienced there.
Antistius, the commander of these ships, at his parting gave him fifty thousand myriads of the money that he was conveying to Italy; and all the soldiers yet remaining of Pompey’s army, who after their general’s defeat wandered about Thessaly, readily and joyfully flocked together to join him. Besides this, he took from Cinna five hundred horse that he was carrying to Dolabella into Asia. After that, he sailed to Demetrias, and there seized a great quantity of arms, that had been provided by the command of the deceased Caesar for the Parthian war, and were now to be sent to Antony. Then Macedonia was put into his hands and delivered up by Hortensius the praetor, and all the kings and potentates round about came and offered their services. So when news was brought that Caius, the brother of Antony, having passed over from Italy, was marching on directly to join the forces that Vatinius commanded in Dyrrhachium and Apollonia, Brutus resolved to anticipate him, and to seize them first, and in all haste moved forwards with those that he had about him. His march was very difficult, through rugged places and in a great snow, but so swift that he left those that were to bring his provisions for the morning meal a great way behind. And now, being very near to Dyrrhachium, with fatigue and cold he fell into the distemper called Bulimia. This is a disease that seizes both men and cattle after much labor, and especially in a great snow; whether it is caused by the natural heat, when the body is seized with cold, being forced all inwards, and consuming at once all the nourishment laid in, or whether the sharp and subtle vapor which comes from the snow as it dissolves, cuts the body, as it were, and destroys the heat which issues through the pores; for the sweatings seem to arise from the heat meeting with the cold, and being quenched by it on the surface of the body. But this I have in another place discussed more at large.
Antistius, the commander of these ships, gave him fifty thousand myriads of the money he was bringing to Italy when they parted ways. All the soldiers who remained from Pompey’s army and had been wandering around Thessaly after their general’s defeat gathered together to join him with enthusiasm. In addition, he took five hundred horses from Cinna that were meant for Dolabella in Asia. After that, he sailed to Demetrias, where he seized a large quantity of arms that had been supplied under the late Caesar’s orders for the Parthian war and were now supposed to go to Antony. Then, Macedonia was handed over to him by Hortensius the praetor, and all the surrounding kings and leaders came to offer their support. When he learned that Caius, Antony’s brother, had crossed over from Italy and was heading to join Vatinius’s forces in Dyrrhachium and Apollonia, Brutus decided to get ahead of him and capture them first, moving quickly with those accompanying him. His journey was very tough, through rough terrain and heavy snow, but he moved so fast that he left behind the men who were supposed to bring his breakfast supplies. Now, very close to Dyrrhachium and feeling exhausted and cold, he fell ill with a condition called Bulimia. This is an illness that affects both people and livestock after intense labor, especially in heavy snow; it may be caused by the body’s natural heat being forced inward by the cold, consuming all the stored nourishment at once, or it could be due to the sharp, subtle vapor that comes from melting snow, which seems to penetrate the body and disrupt the heat released through the pores. The sweats appear to result from the heat meeting the cold and being subdued on the body’s surface. However, I have discussed this in greater detail elsewhere.
Brutus growing very faint, and there being none in the whole army that had anything for him to eat, his servants were forced to have recourse to the enemy, and, going as far as to the gates of the city, begged bread of the sentinels that were upon duty. As soon as they heard of the condition of Brutus, they came themselves, and brought both meat and drink along with them; in return for which, Brutus, when he took the city, showed the greatest kindness, not to them only, but to all the inhabitants, for their sakes. Caius Antonius, in the meantime, coming to Apollonia, summoned all the soldiers that were near that city to join him there; but finding that they nevertheless went all to Brutus, and suspecting that even those of Apollonia were inclined to the same party, he quitted that city, and came to Buthrotum, having first lost three cohorts of his men, that in their march thither were cut to pieces by Brutus. After this, attempting to make himself master of some strong places about Byllis which the enemy had first seized, he was overcome in a set battle by young Cicero, to whom Brutus gave the command, and whose conduct he made use of often and with much success. Caius himself was surprised in a marshy place, at a distance from his supports; and Brutus, having him in his power, would not suffer his soldiers to attack, but maneuvering about the enemy with his horse, gave command that none of them should be killed, for that in a little time they would all be of his side; which accordingly came to pass, for they surrendered both themselves and their general. So that Brutus had by this time a very great and considerable army. He showed all marks of honor and esteem to Caius for a long time, and left him the use of the ensigns of his office, though, as some report, he had several letters from Rome, and particularly from Cicero, advising him to put him to death. But at last, perceiving that he began to corrupt his officers, and was trying to raise a mutiny amongst the soldiers, he put him aboard a ship and kept him close prisoner. In the meantime the soldiers that had been corrupted by Caius retired to Apollonia, and sent word to Brutus, desiring him to come to them thither. He answered that this was not the custom of the Romans, but that it became those who had offended to come themselves to their general and beg forgiveness of their offences; which they did, and accordingly received their pardon.
Brutus was feeling very weak, and since no one in the whole army had any food for him, his servants had to go to the enemy for help. They walked all the way to the city gates and asked the sentinels on duty for bread. As soon as the sentinels heard about Brutus's condition, they came themselves and brought him food and drink. In return, when Brutus took the city, he showed great kindness not just to them but to all the inhabitants because of it. Meanwhile, Caius Antonius arrived in Apollonia and called upon all the soldiers nearby to join him, but when he found out that they were all going to Brutus instead, and suspected that even those from Apollonia felt the same way, he left that city and went to Buthrotum, having already lost three cohorts of his men who were ambushed by Brutus on the way. Later, he tried to take some strongholds around Byllis that the enemy had captured but was defeated in a pitched battle by young Cicero, whom Brutus had put in command and often relied on successfully. Caius was caught in a marshy area, far from support. Although he had Caius at his mercy, Brutus didn’t let his soldiers attack; instead, he maneuvered around the enemy with his cavalry and ordered that none should be killed, believing they would soon join his side. This indeed happened, as they surrendered along with their general. By this point, Brutus had gathered a large and significant army. He honored Caius for a long time and allowed him to keep using the insignia of his office, even though some say he received several letters from Rome, especially from Cicero, urging him to execute Caius. Ultimately, noticing that Caius began to sway his officers and stoke discontent among the soldiers, Brutus put him on a ship and confined him. Meanwhile, the soldiers who had been influenced by Caius returned to Apollonia and informed Brutus, asking him to come to them. He replied that it was against Roman custom for those who had wronged their general to expect him to come; rather, they should come to him and plead for forgiveness. They did so and were granted pardon.
As he was preparing to pass into Asia, tidings reached him of the alteration that had happened at Rome; where the young Caesar, assisted by the senate, in opposition to Antony, and having driven his competitor out of Italy, had begun himself to be very formidable, suing for the consulship contrary to law, and maintaining large bodies of troops of which the commonwealth had no manner of need. And then, perceiving that the senate, dissatisfied with his proceedings, began to cast their eyes abroad upon Brutus, and decreed and confirmed the government of several provinces to him, he had taken the alarm. Therefore dispatching messengers to Antony, he desired that there might be a reconciliation, and a friendship between them. Then, drawing all his forces about the city, he made himself be chosen consul, though he was but a boy, being scarce twenty years old, as he himself writes in his memoirs. At his first entry upon the consulship he immediately ordered a judicial process to be issued out against Brutus and his accomplices for having murdered a principal man of the city, holding the highest magistracies of Rome, without being heard or condemned; and appointed Lucius Cornificius to accuse Brutus, and Marcus Agrippa to accuse Cassius. None appearing to the accusation, the judges were forced to pass sentence and condemn them both. It is reported, that when the crier from the tribunal, as the custom was, with a loud voice cited Brutus to appear, the people groaned audibly, and the noble citizens hung down their heads for grief. Publius Silicius was seen to burst out into tears, which was the cause that not long after he was put down in the list of those that were proscribed. After this, the three men, Caesar, Antony, and Lepidus, being perfectly reconciled, shared the provinces among themselves, and made up the catalogue of proscription, wherein were set those that were designed for slaughter, amounting to two hundred men, in which number Cicero was slain.
As he was getting ready to move into Asia, he received news about the changes happening in Rome; where the young Caesar, with the support of the senate, was opposing Antony. After driving his rival out of Italy, he was becoming quite powerful, seeking the consulship illegally and maintaining large groups of troops that the republic didn’t need at all. Realizing that the senate, unhappy with his actions, was starting to look towards Brutus and had decided to grant him control over several provinces, he became alarmed. So, he sent messengers to Antony, asking for a reconciliation and a friendship between them. Then, gathering all his forces around the city, he got himself elected consul, even though he was just a kid, barely twenty years old, as he mentions in his memoirs. As soon as he took office, he ordered legal proceedings against Brutus and his co-conspirators for the murder of a leading figure in the city who held the highest offices in Rome, without a fair hearing or condemnation. He appointed Lucius Cornificius to accuse Brutus and Marcus Agrippa to accuse Cassius. With no one showing up to defend them, the judges had to pass a sentence and condemn both of them. It's said that when the official from the tribunal, as was the custom, loudly called for Brutus to appear, the people groaned, and the noble citizens hung their heads in sorrow. Publius Silicius was seen in tears, which led to him being added to the list of those targeted for execution shortly after. After this, the three men—Caesar, Antony, and Lepidus—reconciled and divided the provinces among themselves, creating a list of people to be proscribed, which included two hundred names, among them Cicero, who was killed.
This news being brought to Brutus in Macedonia, he was under a compulsion, and sent orders to Hortensius that he should kill Caius Antonius in revenge of the death of Cicero his friend, and Brutus his kinsman, who also was proscribed and slain. Upon this account it was that Antony, having afterwards taken Hortensius in the battle of Philippi, slew him upon his brother’s tomb. But Brutus expresses himself as more ashamed for the cause of Cicero’s death than grieved for the misfortune of it, and says he cannot help accusing his friends at Rome, that they were slaves more through their own doing than that of those who now were their tyrants; they could be present and see and yet suffer those things which even to hear related ought to them to have been insufferable.
When Brutus received this news in Macedonia, he feltforced to act and sent orders to Hortensius to kill Caius Antonius in revenge for the death of his friend Cicero, as well as for Brutus’s relative, who had also been declared an enemy of the state and killed. Because of this, Antony later captured Hortensius in the battle of Philippi and killed him at his brother's tomb. However, Brutus felt more ashamed about the reasons behind Cicero's death than saddened by the event itself. He claimed he couldn't help but blame his friends in Rome, saying they were more like slaves due to their own actions than because of their current oppressors; they could be there to witness the atrocities yet allowed things to happen that should have been unbearable to even hear about.
Having made his army, that was already very considerable, pass into Asia, he ordered a fleet to be prepared in Bithynia and about Cyzicus. But going himself through the country by land, he made it his business to settle and confirm all the cities, and gave audience to the princes of the parts through which he passed. And he sent orders into Syria to Cassius to come to him, and leave his intended journey into Egypt; letting him understand, that it was not to gain an empire for themselves, but to free their country, that they went thus wandering about and had got an army together whose business it was to destroy the tyrants; that therefore, if they remembered and resolved to persevere in their first purpose, they ought not to be too far from Italy, but make what haste they could thither, and endeavor to relieve their fellow-citizens from oppression.
Having gathered his already sizable army and moved it into Asia, he ordered a fleet to be readied in Bithynia and around Cyzicus. While traveling through the region by land, he focused on organizing and solidifying all the cities and held meetings with the local leaders along the way. He also sent a message to Cassius in Syria, instructing him to join him and abandon his planned trip to Egypt; he explained that their efforts were not aimed at seizing power for themselves, but rather at liberating their homeland. They had assembled an army with the goal of overthrowing the tyrants. Therefore, if they were committed to their initial purpose, they shouldn't stray too far from Italy but should hurry back as quickly as possible to help their fellow citizens escape oppression.
Cassius obeyed his summons, and returned, and Brutus went to meet him; and at Smyrna they met, which was the first time they had seen one another since they parted at the Piraeus in Athens, one for Syria, and the other for Macedonia. They were both extremely joyful and had great confidence of their success at the sight of the forces that each of them had got together, since they who had fled from Italy, like the most despicable exiles, without money, without arms, without a ship or a soldier or a city to rely on, in a little time after had met together so well furnished with shipping and money, and an army both of horse and foot, that they were in a condition to contend for the empire of Rome.
Cassius answered the call and returned, and Brutus went to meet him. They met in Smyrna, which was the first time they had seen each other since parting at the Piraeus in Athens, one heading for Syria and the other for Macedonia. Both were extremely happy and felt very confident about their success at the sight of the forces they had gathered. They had fled from Italy like the most shameful exiles, with no money, no weapons, no ships, soldiers, or cities to depend on. Yet, not long after, they had come together well-equipped with ships, money, and an army of both cavalry and infantry, ready to compete for the empire of Rome.
Cassius was desirous to show no less respect and honor to Brutus than Brutus did to him; but Brutus was still beforehand with him, coming for the most part to him, both because he was the elder man, and of a weaker constitution than himself. Men generally reckoned Cassius a very expert soldier, but of a harsh and angry nature, and one that desired to command rather by fear than love; though, on the other side, among his familiar acquaintance he would easily give way to jesting, and play the buffoon. But Brutus, for his virtue, was esteemed by the people, beloved by his friends, admired by the best men, and hated not by his enemies themselves. For he was a man of a singularly gentle nature, of a great spirit, insensible of the passions of anger or pleasure or covetousness; steady and inflexible to maintain his purpose for what he thought right and honest. And that which gained him the greatest affection and reputation was the entire faith in his intentions. For it had not ever been supposed that Pompey the Great himself, if he had overcome Caesar, would have submitted his power to the laws, instead of taking the management of the state upon himself, soothing the people with the specious name of consul or dictator, or some other milder title than king. And they were well persuaded that Cassius, being a man governed by anger and passion and carried often, for his interest’s sake, beyond the bounce of justice, endured all these hardships of war and travel and danger most assuredly to obtain dominion to himself, and not liberty to the people. And as for the former disturbers of the peace of Rome, whether a Cinna, a Marius, or a Carbo, it is manifest that they, having set their country as a stake for him that should win, did almost own in express terms that they fought for empire. But even the enemies of Brutus did not, they tell us, lay this accusation to his charge; nay, many heard Antony himself say that Brutus was the only man that conspired against Caesar out of a sense of the glory and the apparent justice of the action, but that all the rest rose up against the man himself, from private envy and malice of their own. And it is plain by what he writes himself, that Brutus did not so much rely upon his forces, as upon his own virtue. For thus he speaks in a letter to Atticus, shortly before he was to engage with the enemy: that his affairs were in the best state of fortune that he could wish; for that either he should overcome, and restore liberty to the people of Rome, or die, and be himself out of the reach of slavery; that other things being certain and beyond all hazard, one thing was yet in doubt, whether they should live or die free men. He adds further, that Mark Antony had received a just punishment for his folly, who, when he might have been numbered with Brutus and Cassius and Cato, would join himself to Octavius; that though they should not now be both overcome, they soon would fight between them selves. And in this he seems to have been no ill prophet.
Cassius wanted to show Brutus the same respect and honor that Brutus showed him; but Brutus often got to him first, mostly because he was older and had a weaker constitution. People generally considered Cassius a skilled soldier, but also harsh and quick to anger, preferring to lead through fear rather than love. However, among his close friends, he could easily joke around and act silly. In contrast, Brutus was respected for his virtues, loved by his friends, admired by the best people, and even his enemies didn't hate him. He was a remarkably gentle person with a strong spirit, unaffected by anger, pleasure, or greed; steady and unwavering in pursuing what he thought was right and honest. His greatest source of affection and reputation was the complete trust in his intentions. It was never believed that Pompey the Great, if he had defeated Caesar, would have submitted his power to the laws instead of taking control of the government, merely easing the people using the fancy title of consul or dictator, or some softer name than king. People thought that Cassius, driven by anger and self-interest, had endured all the hardships of war, travel, and danger primarily to gain power for himself, rather than freedom for the people. As for past disruptors of Rome, like Cinna, Marius, or Carbo, it was clear that they staked their country on who would win, openly admitting they fought for power. However, even Brutus's enemies didn't make this accusation against him; in fact, many heard Antony say that Brutus was the only one who conspired against Caesar out of a sense of glory and apparent justice, while the others acted out of personal jealousy and malice. Brutus himself indicated in his writings that he relied more on his virtue than on his military strength. In a letter to Atticus shortly before facing the enemy, he wrote that his situation was the best he could hope for: either he would win and restore freedom to the people of Rome, or he would die free, escaping slavery. He noted that while some things were certain, one thing remained uncertain: whether they would live or die as free men. He also mentioned that Mark Antony had received just punishment for his foolishness, choosing to ally with Octavius instead of standing with Brutus, Cassius, and Cato; he speculated that even if they weren't both defeated now, they would soon fight each other. In this, he seems to have been quite an accurate prophet.
Now when they were at Smyrna, Brutus desired of Cassius that he might have part of the great treasure that he had heaped up, because all his own was expended in furnishing out such a fleet of ships as was sufficient to keep the whole interior sea in their power. But Cassius’s friends dissuaded him from this; “for,” said they, “it is not just that the money which you with so much parsimony keep and with so much envy have got, should be given to him to be disposed of in making himself popular, and gaining the favor of the soldiers.” Notwithstanding this, Cassius gave him a third part of all that he had; and then they parted each to their several commands. Cassius, having taken Rhodes, behaved himself there with no clemency; though at his first entry, when some had called him lord and king, he answered, that he was neither king nor lord, but the destroyer and punisher of a king and lord. Brutus, on the other part, sent to the Lycians to demand from them a supply of money and men; but Naucrates, their popular leader, persuaded the cities to resist, and they occupied several little mountains and hills, with a design to hinder Brutus’s passage. Brutus at first sent out a party of horse, which, surprising them as they were eating, killed six hundred of them; and afterwards, having taken all their small towns and villages round about, he set all his prisoners free without ransom, hoping to win the whole nation by good-will. But they continued obstinate, taking in anger what they had suffered, and despising his goodness and humanity; until, having forced the most warlike of them into the city of Xanthus, he besieged them there. They endeavored to make their escape by swimming and diving through the river that flows by the town, but were taken by nets let down for that purpose in the channel, which had little bells at the top, which gave present notice of any that were taken in them. After that, they made a sally in the night, and seizing several of the battering engines, set them on fire; but being perceived by the Romans, were beaten back to their walls, and, there being a strong wind, it carried the flames to the battlements of the city with such fierceness, that several of the adjoining houses took fire. Brutus, fearing lest the whole city should be destroyed, commanded his own soldiers to assist, and quench the fire.
Now, when they were in Smyrna, Brutus asked Cassius for a share of the large treasure he had accumulated, since he had spent all his own money on equipping a fleet of ships strong enough to control the entire inland sea. However, Cassius’s friends urged him not to give any money to Brutus, saying, “It’s unfair that the money you’ve saved so carefully and with such jealousy should be handed over to him for his own popularity and to win the soldiers’ favor.” Despite this, Cassius gave him one-third of all he had, and then they each went back to their own commands. Cassius, after taking Rhodes, was harsh there, even though at first, when some called him lord and king, he replied that he was neither a king nor a lord, but the destroyer and punisher of a king and lord. On the other hand, Brutus sent a message to the Lycians asking for money and troops, but their popular leader Naucrates persuaded the cities to resist him, occupying several small mountains and hills to block Brutus's passage. Initially, Brutus dispatched a cavalry unit, which surprised them while they were eating, killing six hundred of them. Later, after capturing all the nearby small towns and villages, he released all his prisoners without requiring ransom, hoping to win the entire nation over with goodwill. However, they remained stubborn, taking offense at what they had suffered and disregarding his kindness and humanity. Eventually, after forcing the most battle-ready among them into the city of Xanthus, he laid siege to them. They tried to escape by swimming and diving through the river flowing by the town but were caught by nets set up for that purpose, which had little bells attached that rang when someone was trapped. Afterward, they made a night raid, capturing several of the battering engines and setting them on fire; but when the Romans noticed, they pushed them back to their walls. A strong wind then carried the flames to the city’s battlements with such intensity that several neighboring houses ignited. Fearing the entire city would be destroyed, Brutus ordered his soldiers to help extinguish the fire.
But the Lycians were on a sudden possessed with a strange and incredible desperation; such a frenzy as cannot be better expressed than by calling it a violent appetite to die, for both women and children, the bondmen and the free, those of all ages and of all conditions strove to force away the soldiers that came in to their assistance, from the walls; and themselves gathering together reeds and wood, and whatever combustible matter they found, spread the fire over the whole city, feeding it with whatever fuel they could, and by all possible means exciting its fury, so that the flame, having dispersed itself and encircled the whole city, blazed out in so terrible a manner, that Brutus, being extremely afflicted at their calamity, got on horseback and rode round the walls, earnestly desirous to preserve the city, and, stretching forth his hands to the Xanthians, begged of them that they would spare themselves and save their town. Yet none regarded his entreaties, but by all manner of ways strove to destroy themselves; not only men and women, but even boys and little children, with a hideous outcry, leaped, some into the fire, others from the walls, others fell upon their parents’ swords, baring their throats and desiring to be struck. After the destruction of the city, there was found a woman who had hanged herself with her young child hanging from her neck, and the torch in her hand, with which she had fired her own house. It was so tragical a sight, that Brutus could not endure to see it, but wept at the very relation of it, and proclaimed a reward to any soldier that could save a Xanthian. And it is said that one hundred and fifty only were found, to have their lives saved against their wills. Thus the Xanthians, after a long space of years, the fated period of their destruction having, as it were, run its course, repeated by their desperate deed the former calamity of their forefathers, who after the very same manner in the Persian war had fired their city and destroyed themselves.
But the Lycians suddenly became overwhelmed by a strange and incredible desperation; a frenzy best described as a strong desire to die. Both women and children, slaves and free people, individuals of all ages and backgrounds fought to push the soldiers who came to help them away from the walls. They gathered reeds, wood, and anything else that could burn to set fire to the whole city, fueling the flames with whatever they could find, intensifying the fire by every means possible. The flames spread and encircled the entire city, burning so fiercely that Brutus, deeply pained by their tragedy, mounted his horse and rode around the walls, eagerly trying to save the city. He reached out his hands to the Xanthians and pleaded with them to spare themselves and save their town. Yet, no one listened to his pleas. In every possible way, they tried to end their own lives; not just men and women, but even boys and little children, with horrible cries, jumped into the fire, leaped from the walls, or fell on their parents' swords, exposing their throats and begging to be struck.
Brutus, after this, finding the Patareans resolved to make resistance and hold out their city against him, was very unwilling to besiege it, and was in great perplexity lest the same frenzy might seize them too. But having in his power some of their women, who were his prisoners, he dismissed them all without any ransom; who, returning and giving an account to their husbands and fathers, who were of the greatest rank, what an excellent man Brutus was how temperate and how just, persuaded them to yield themselves and put their city into his hands. From this time all the cities round about came into his power, submitting themselves to him, and found him good and merciful even beyond their hopes. For though Cassius at the same time had compelled the Rhodians to bring in all the silver and gold that each of them privately was possessed of, by which he raised a sum of eight thousand talents, and besides this had condemned the public to pay the sum of five hundred talents more, Brutus, not having taken above a hundred and fifty talents from the Lycians, and having done them no other manner of injury, parted from thence with his army to go into Ionia.
Brutus, after this, discovered that the Patareans were determined to resist and defend their city against him. He was very reluctant to lay siege to it and was worried that the same madness might take hold of them as well. However, since he had captured some of their women as prisoners, he let them all go without asking for any ransom. When they returned and told their husbands and fathers, who were of the highest rank, about how excellent, temperate, and just Brutus was, they convinced them to surrender and hand their city over to him. From that point on, all the nearby cities came under his control, submitting to him and finding him to be good and merciful beyond their expectations. While at the same time, Cassius had forced the Rhodians to hand over all the silver and gold they privately owned—raising a total of eight thousand talents—and had also imposed a public tax of five hundred talents, Brutus only took about a hundred and fifty talents from the Lycians and caused them no other harm. He then left with his army to head into Ionia.
Through the whole course of this expedition, Brutus did many memorable acts of justice in dispensing rewards and punishments to such as had deserved either; but one in particular I will relate, because he himself, and all the noblest Romans, were gratified with it above all the rest. When Pompey the Great, being overthrown from his great power by Caesar, had fled to Egypt, and landed near Pelusium, the protectors of the young king consulted among themselves what was fit to be done on that occasion, nor could they all agree in the same opinion, some being for receiving him, others for driving him from Egypt. But Theodotus, a Chian by birth, and then attending upon the king as a paid teacher of rhetoric, and for want of better men admitted into the council, undertook to prove to them, that both parties were in the wrong, those that counseled to receive Pompey, and those that advised to send him away; that in their present case one thing only was truly expedient, to seize him and to kill him; and ended his argument with the proverb, that “dead men don’t bite.” The council agreed to his opinion, and Pompey the Great (an example of incredible and unforeseen events) was slain, as the sophister himself had the impudence to boast, through the rhetoric and cleverness of Theodotus. Not long after, when Caesar came to Egypt, some of the murderers received their just reward and suffered the evil death they deserved. But Theodotus, though he had borrowed on from fortune a little further time for a poor despicable and wandering life, yet did not lie hid from Brutus as he passed through Asia; but being seized by him and executed, had his death made more memorable than was his life.
Throughout this expedition, Brutus carried out many notable acts of justice by rewarding and punishing those who deserved it. However, there’s one in particular I want to share because it pleased him and all the noblest Romans more than any other. When Pompey the Great was overthrown by Caesar and fled to Egypt, landing near Pelusium, the advisors of the young king debated what to do. They couldn’t agree; some wanted to welcome him, while others wanted to drive him away. But Theodotus, a Chian who was serving as a paid rhetoric teacher to the king, convinced them that both sides were wrong. He argued that the only sensible course of action was to capture and kill Pompey, concluding with the saying, “dead men don’t bite.” The council accepted his view, and Pompey the Great—an example of incredible and unexpected events—was killed, as Theodotus shamelessly boasted, due to his own rhetoric and cunning. Soon after, when Caesar arrived in Egypt, some of the murderers faced their deserved punishments and met a fitting end. However, Theodotus, who had extended his miserable and wandering life a bit longer through fortune, did not escape Brutus when he passed through Asia. He was captured and executed, making his death more noteworthy than his life.
About this time, Brutus sent to Cassius to come to him at the city of Sardis, and, when he was on his journey, went forth with his friends to meet him; and the whole army in array saluted each of them with the name of Imperator. Now (as it usually happens in business of great concern and where many friends and many commanders are engaged), several jealousies of each other and matters of private accusation having passed between Brutus and Cassius, they resolved, before they entered upon any other business, immediately to withdraw into some apartment; where, the door being shut and they two alone, they began first to expostulate, then to dispute hotly, and accuse each other; and finally were so transported into passion as to fall to hard words, and at last burst out into tears. Their friends who stood without were amazed, hearing them loud and angry, and feared lest some mischief might follow, but yet durst not interrupt them, being commanded not to enter the room. However, Marcus Favonius, who had been an ardent admirer of Cato, and, not so much by his learning or wisdom as by his wild, vehement manner, maintained the character of a philosopher, was rushing in upon them, but was hindered by the attendants. But it was a hard matter to stop Favonius, wherever his wildness hurried him; for he was fierce in all his behavior, and ready to do anything to get his will. And though he was a senator, yet, thinking that one of the least of his excellences, he valued himself more upon a sort of cynical liberty of speaking what he pleased, which sometimes, indeed, did away with the rudeness and unseasonableness of his addresses with those that would interpret it in jest. This Favonius, breaking by force through those that kept the doors, entered into the chamber, and with a set voice declaimed the verses that Homer makes Nestor use, —
Around this time, Brutus sent word to Cassius to join him in the city of Sardis. As Cassius traveled, Brutus went out with his friends to meet him, and the entire army greeted them both as Imperator. Now, as often happens with important matters involving many friends and commanders, some jealousy and personal accusations arose between Brutus and Cassius. They decided that before tackling any other issue, they needed to retreat to a private room. Once the door was shut and they were alone, they began to argue, eventually raising their voices and blaming each other. Their emotions escalated, leading to heated words and finally to tears. Their friends outside were bewildered, hearing their loud and angry exchange, and worried that something bad might happen, but they didn’t dare interrupt, as they had been instructed to stay out. However, Marcus Favonius, who was a passionate admirer of Cato and had the reputation of a philosopher due to his wild, intense demeanor more than his wisdom, tried to rush in on them but was stopped by the attendants. Yet it was difficult to hold back Favonius when his impulsiveness took over; he was fierce in all his actions and willing to do anything to get his way. Despite being a senator, he regarded this as one of his lesser qualities, as he prided himself on a kind of cynical freedom to speak his mind, which sometimes softened the bluntness of his comments for those who took it lightly. This Favonius, breaking through the crowd blocking the door, entered the room and assertively recited the lines from Homer that Nestor speaks, —
Be ruled, for I am older than ye both.
Be ruled, because I am older than both of you.
At this Cassius laughed; but Brutus thrust him our, calling him impudent dog and counterfeit Cynic; but yet for the present they let it put an end to their dispute, and parted. Cassius made a supper that night, and Brutus invited the guests; and when they were set down, Favonius, having bathed, came in among them. Brutus called out aloud and told him he was not invited, and bade him go to the upper couch; but he violently thrust himself in, and lay down on the middle one; and the entertainment passed in sportive talk, not wanting either wit or philosophy.
At this, Cassius laughed; but Brutus pushed him away, calling him an arrogant dog and a fake Cynic.
The next day after, upon the accusation of the Sardians, Brutus publicly disgraced and condemned Lucius Pella, one that had been censor of Rome, and employed in offices of trust by himself, for having embezzled the public money. This action did not a little vex Cassius; for but a few days before, two of his own friends being accused of the same crime, he only admonished them in private, but in public absolved them, and continued them in his service; and upon this occasion he accused Brutus of too much rigor and severity of justice in a time which required them to use more policy and favor. But Brutus bade him remember the Ides of March, the day when they killed Caesar, who himself neither plundered nor pillaged mankind, but was only the support and strength of those that did; and bade him consider, that if there was any color for justice to be neglected, it had been better to suffer the injustice of Caesar’s friends than to give impunity to their own; “for then,” said he, “we could have been accused of cowardice only; whereas now we are liable to the accusation of injustice, after all our pain and dangers which we endure.” By which we may perceive what was Brutus’s purpose, and the rule of his actions.
The next day, following the accusations from the Sardians, Brutus publicly shamed and condemned Lucius Pella, who had been a censor of Rome and had held trusted positions under him, for embezzling public funds. This decision really annoyed Cassius; only a few days earlier, when two of his own friends were accused of the same crime, he had merely warned them privately, publicly cleared them of wrongdoing, and kept them in his service. In this situation, he criticized Brutus for being too harsh and strict about justice when they needed to use more strategy and compassion. But Brutus reminded him of the Ides of March, the day they killed Caesar, who himself neither looted nor exploited others, but was merely a supporter and enabler of those who did. He urged Cassius to consider that if there was any reason to overlook justice, it would have been better to endure the wrongdoing of Caesar’s allies than to allow their own people to go unpunished; “for then,” he said, “we could only be called cowards; but now we risk being seen as unjust, after all the struggles and dangers we face.” This shows what Brutus's intentions were and the principles guiding his actions.
About the time that they were going to pass out of Asia into Europe, it is said that a wonderful sign was seen by Brutus. He was naturally given to much watching, and by practice and moderation in his diet had reduced his allowance of sleep to a very small amount of time. He never slept in the daytime, and in the night then only when all his business was finished, and when, everyone else being gone to rest, he had nobody to discourse with him. But at this time, the war being begun, having the whole state of it to consider and being solicitous of the event, after his first sleep, which he let himself take after his supper, he spent all the rest of the night in settling his most urgent affairs; which if he could dispatch early and so make a saving of any leisure, he employed himself in reading until the third watch, at which time the centurions and tribunes were used to come to him for orders. Thus one night before he passed out of Asia, he was very late all alone in his tent, with a dim light burning by him, all the rest of the camp being hushed and silent; and reasoning about something with himself and very thoughtful, he fancied someone came in, and, looking up towards the door, he saw a terrible and strange appearance of an unnatural and frightful body standing by him without speaking. Brutus boldly asked it, “What are you, of men or gods, and upon what business come to me?” The figure answered, “I am your evil genius, Brutus; you shall see me at Philippi.” To which Brutus, not at all disturbed, replied, “Then I shall see you.”
Just as they were about to cross from Asia into Europe, it’s said that Brutus saw an amazing sign. He naturally spent a lot of time observing things, and through discipline and a balanced diet, he had cut his sleep to only a little each night. He never napped during the day and only slept at night after finishing all his tasks, when everyone else had gone to bed and there was no one to talk to. However, with the war starting and the entire situation weighing on his mind, he took a short nap after dinner and then spent the rest of the night addressing his most pressing matters. If he could finish early and save some time, he’d read until the third watch, when the centurions and tribunes would typically come to him for orders. One night, just before leaving Asia, he found himself alone in his tent, with a dim light flickering beside him while the rest of the camp was quiet. Deep in thought and contemplating something, he imagined someone entering, and when he looked up at the door, he saw a terrifying and strange figure standing silently before him. Brutus bravely asked, “Who are you, human or divine, and why have you come to me?” The figure replied, “I am your evil spirit, Brutus; you will see me at Philippi.” To which Brutus, completely unshaken, said, “Then I shall see you.”
As soon as the apparition vanished, he called his servants to him, who all told him that they had neither heard any voice nor seen any vision. So then he continued watching till the morning, when he went to Cassius, and told him of what he had seen. He, who followed the principles of Epicurus’s philosophy, and often used to dispute with Brutus concerning matters of this nature, spoke to him thus upon this occasion: “It is the opinion of our sect, Brutus, that not all that we feel or see is real and true; but that the sense is a most slippery and deceitful thing, and the mind yet more quick and subtle to put the sense in motion and affect it with every kind of change upon no real occasion of fact; just as an impression is made upon wax; and the soul of man, which has in itself both what imprints and what is imprinted on, may most easily, by its own operations, produce and assume every variety of shape and figure. This is evident from the sudden changes of our dreams; in which the imaginative principle, once started by anything matter, goes through a whole series of most diverse emotions and appearances. It is its nature to be ever in motion, and its motion is fantasy or conception. But besides all this, in your case, the body, being tired and distressed with continual toil, naturally works upon the mind, and keeps it in an excited and unusual condition. But that there should be any such thing as supernatural beings, or, if there were, that they should have human shape or voice or power that can reach to us, there is no reason for believing; though I confess I could wish that there were such beings, that we might not rely upon our arms only, and our horses and our navy, all which are so numerous and powerful, but might be confident of the assistance of gods also, in this our most sacred and honorable attempt.” With such discourses as these Cassius soothed the mind of Brutus. But just as the troops were going on board, two eagles flew and lighted on the first two ensigns, and crossed over the water with them, and never ceased following the soldiers and being fed by them till they came to Philippi, and there, but one day before the fight, they both flew away.
As soon as the ghost disappeared, he summoned his servants, who all said they hadn’t heard any voice or seen any vision. So, he kept watching until morning, when he went to Cassius and shared what he had seen. Cassius, who followed Epicurus’s philosophy and often debated with Brutus about these kinds of things, responded, “Our philosophy teaches us, Brutus, that not everything we feel or see is real and true; our senses can be very slippery and misleading, and the mind is even quicker and sharper in manipulating our senses, making them react to things that aren’t actually happening, similar to how an impression is made on wax. The human soul contains both what makes the impression and what receives it, allowing it to easily create and take on various shapes and figures through its operations. This is clear in the sudden shifts of our dreams, where the imagination, once triggered by something real, can run through a whole series of different feelings and images. The nature of the imagination is to always be in motion, and its movement is fantasy or perception. Besides all this, in your case, the body, being exhausted and strained from constant work, naturally affects the mind, keeping it in an overstimulated and unusual state. As for the existence of supernatural beings, or if they did exist, that they should appear in human form or have voices or powers that reach us, there’s no reason to believe in that; though I wish there were such beings, so we wouldn’t rely solely on our arms, our horses, and our navy, which are so numerous and powerful, but could also rely on the support of gods in this most sacred and honorable endeavor.” With discussions like these, Cassius calmed Brutus’s mind. Just as the troops were boarding, two eagles flew down and landed on the first two standards, crossing over the water with them and continued to follow the soldiers, being fed by them until they reached Philippi. There, just one day before the battle, both eagles flew away.
Brutus had already reduced most of the places and people of these parts; but they now marched on as far as to the coast opposite Thasos, and, if there were any city or man of power that yet stood out, brought them all to subjection. At this point Norbanus was encamped, in a place called the Straits, near Symbolum. Him they surrounded in such sort that they forced him to dislodge and quit the place; and Norbanus narrowly escaped losing his whole army, Caesar by reason of sickness being too far behind; only Antony came to his relief with such wonderful swiftness that Brutus and those with him did not believe when they heard he was come. Caesar came up ten days after, and encamped over against Brutus, and Antony over against Cassius.
Brutus had already conquered most of the regions and people in these areas; however, they continued marching all the way to the coast opposite Thasos, and if there was any city or powerful person still resisting, they brought them all under control. At this moment, Norbanus was camped in a location known as the Straits, near Symbolum. They surrounded him in such a way that he was forced to move and abandon the area; Norbanus barely avoided losing his entire army, as Caesar was too far behind due to illness; only Antony came to his aid so quickly that Brutus and his men couldn’t believe he had arrived. Caesar caught up ten days later and set up camp facing Brutus, while Antony camped facing Cassius.
The space between the two armies is called by the Romans the Campi Philippi. Never had two such large Roman armies come together to engage each other. That of Brutus was somewhat less in number than that of Caesar, but in the splendidness of the men’s arms and richness of their equipage it wonderfully exceeded; for most of their arms were of gold and silver, which Brutus had lavishly bestowed among them. For though in other things he had accustomed his commanders to use all frugality and self-control, yet he thought that the riches which soldiers carried about them in their hands and on their bodies would add something of spirit to those that were desirous of glory, and would make those that were covetous and lovers of gain fight the more valiantly to preserve the arms which were their estate.
The area between the two armies is referred to by the Romans as the Campi Philippi. Never before had two such large Roman armies faced off against each other. Brutus's army was slightly smaller than Caesar's, but their weapons and gear were far more impressive; most of their arms were made of gold and silver, which Brutus had generously provided. Though he usually encouraged his commanders to be frugal and disciplined in other matters, he believed that the wealth the soldiers carried with them would inspire those seeking glory and motivate those motivated by greed to fight harder to protect their valuable arms.
Caesar made a view and lustration of his army within his trenches, and distributed only a little corn and but five drachmas to each soldier for the sacrifice they were to make. But Brutus, either pitying this poverty, or disdaining this meanness of spirit in Caesar, first, as the custom was, made a general muster and lustration of the army in the open field, and then distributed a great number of beasts for sacrifice to every regiment, and fifty drachmas to every soldier; so that in the love of his soldiers and their readiness to fight for him Brutus had much the advantage. But at the time of lustration it is reported that an unlucky omen happened to Cassius; for his lictor, presenting him with a garland that he was to wear at sacrifice, gave it him the wrong way up. Further, it is said that some time before, at a certain solemn procession, a golden image of Victory, which was carried before Cassius, fell down by a slip of him that carried it. Besides this there appeared many birds of prey daily about the camp, and swarms of bees were seen in a place within the trenches, which place the soothsayers ordered to be shut out from the camp, to remove the superstition which insensibly began to infect even Cassius himself and shake him in his Epicurean philosophy, and had wholly seized and subdued the soldiers; from whence it was that Cassius was reluctant to put all to the hazard of a present battle, but advised rather to draw out the war until further time, considering that they were stronger in money and provisions, but in numbers of men and arms inferior. But Brutus, on the contrary, was still, as formerly, desirous to come with all speed to the decision of a battle; that so he might either restore his country to her liberty, or else deliver from their misery all those numbers of people whom they harassed with the expenses and the service and exactions of the war. And finding also his light-horse in several skirmishes still to have had the better, he was the more encouraged and resolved; and some of the soldiers having deserted and gone to the enemy, and others beginning to accuse and suspect one another, many of Cassius’s friends in the council changed their opinions to that of Brutus. But there was one of Brutus’s party, named Atellius, who opposed his resolution, advising rather that they should tarry over the winter. And when Brutus asked him in how much better a condition he hoped to be a year after, his answer was, “If I gain nothing else, yet I shall live so much the longer.” Cassius was much displeased at this answer; and among the rest, Atellius was had in much disesteem for it. And so it was presently resolved to give battle the next day.
Caesar reviewed and blessed his army within his trenches and only handed out a small amount of grain and five drachmas to each soldier for the sacrifices they were supposed to make. But Brutus, either feeling sorry for this lack or looking down on Caesar’s stinginess, first did a full muster and blessing of the army in the open field, then gave a large number of animals for sacrifice to each unit and fifty drachmas to every soldier. Because of this, Brutus gained a lot of love from his soldiers and their willingness to fight for him. However, during the blessing, an unfortunate omen reportedly happened to Cassius; his attendant handed him a garland meant for sacrifice upside down. Additionally, it was said that some time earlier, during a certain solemn ceremony, a golden statue of Victory that was carried in front of Cassius fell due to the person carrying it slipping. Many birds of prey were seen around the camp daily, and swarms of bees were spotted in a part of the trenches. The soothsayers advised closing off that area from the camp to remove the superstition that quietly began to affect even Cassius, shaking his Epicurean beliefs, and which had completely taken over the soldiers. This made Cassius hesitant to risk a battle right away, suggesting instead to prolong the war for later, considering they had more money and supplies but fewer men and weapons. In contrast, Brutus was still eager to get into battle as soon as possible, aiming to either restore freedom to his country or relieve all those suffering from the burdens of war. Seeing that his cavalry had been winning in various skirmishes, he felt more encouraged and determined. Some soldiers deserted to the enemy, and others began to accuse and distrust each other, leading many of Cassius’s supporters in the council to change their opinions and side with Brutus. However, one of Brutus’s supporters, named Atellius, opposed his plan, suggesting they should wait out the winter. When Brutus asked him how he thought the situation would be any better a year later, he replied, “If I gain nothing else, at least I’ll live that much longer.” Cassius was very displeased by this response, and Atellius was held in low regard because of it. So, it was decided to go into battle the next day.
Brutus that night at supper showed himself very cheerful and full of hope, and reasoned on subjects of philosophy with his friends, and afterwards went to his rest. But Messala says that Cassius supped privately with a few of his nearest acquaintance, and appeared thoughtful and silent, contrary to his temper and custom; that after supper he took him earnestly by the hand, and speaking to him, as his manner was when he wished to show affection, in Greek, said, “Bear witness for me, Messala, that I am brought into the same necessity as Pompey the Great was before me, of hazarding the liberty of my country upon one battle; yet ought we to be of courage, relying on our good fortune, which it were unfair to mistrust, though we take evil counsels.” These, Messala says, were the last words that Cassius spoke before he bade him farewell; and that he was invited to sup with him the next night, being his birthday.
That night at dinner, Brutus seemed very cheerful and optimistic. He chatted about philosophy with his friends and then went to bed. However, Messala mentioned that Cassius had dinner privately with a few close friends, appearing thoughtful and quiet, which was unusual for him. After dinner, he took Messala seriously by the hand and, speaking in Greek—his way of expressing affection—said, “Bear witness for me, Messala, that I find myself in the same situation as Pompey the Great, having to risk my country’s freedom on one battle; yet we should be brave, trusting in our good fortune, which it wouldn’t be fair to doubt, even if we follow foolish advice.” Messala says those were the last words Cassius spoke before saying goodbye, and he invited him to dinner the next night, which was his birthday.
As soon as it was morning, the signal of battle, the scarlet coat, was set out in Brutus’s and Cassius’s camps, and they themselves met in the middle space between their two armies. There Cassius spoke thus to Brutus: “Be it as we hope, O Brutus, that this day we may overcome, and all the rest of our time may live a happy life together; but since the greatest of human concerns are the most uncertain, and since it may be difficult for us ever to see one another again, if the battle should go against us, tell me, what is your resolution concerning flight and death?” Brutus answered, “When I was young, Cassius, and unskillful in affairs, I was led, I know not how, into uttering a bold sentence in philosophy, and blamed Cato for killing himself, as thinking it an irreligious act, and not a valiant one among men, to try to evade the divine course of things, and not fearlessly to receive and undergo the evil that shall happen, but run away from it. But now in my own fortunes I am of another mind; for if Providence shall not dispose what we now undertake according to our wishes, I resolve to put no further hopes or warlike preparations to the proof, but will die contented with my fortune. For I already have given up my life to my country on the Ides of March; and have lived since then a second life for her sake, with liberty and honor.” Cassius at these words smiled, and, embracing Brutus said, “With these resolutions let us go on upon the enemy; for either we ourselves shall conquer, or have no cause to fear those that do.” After this they discoursed among their friends about the ordering of the battle; and Brutus desired of Cassius that he might command the right wing, though it was thought that this was more fit for Cassius, in regard both of his age and his experience. Yet even in this Cassius complied with Brutus, and placed Messala with the valiantest of all his legions in the same wing, so Brutus immediately drew out his horse, excellently well equipped, and was not long in bringing up his foot after them.
As soon as morning arrived, the battle signal, the red coat, was displayed in the camps of Brutus and Cassius, and they met in the open space between their two armies. There, Cassius said to Brutus, “Let’s hope that today we’ll succeed, and that we can live happily together for the rest of our lives. But since the most important things in life are often uncertain, and we might never see each other again if the battle doesn’t go our way, tell me, what’s your plan for escape and death?” Brutus replied, “When I was younger and inexperienced, I once boldly criticized Cato for taking his own life, believing it was an irreligious act rather than a brave choice to face the inevitable rather than run from it. But now, considering my own situation, I've changed my mind. If fate doesn’t allow us to achieve our goals today, I won’t hold onto any further hopes or military preparations; I’ll die content with what I’ve faced. I’ve already given my life to my country since the Ides of March, and I’ve lived a second life for her since then, filled with freedom and honor.” Cassius smiled at these words, and, embracing Brutus, said, “With this mindset, let’s confront the enemy; either we will win, or we won’t have to fear those who do.” After this, they discussed with their friends how to arrange the battle, and Brutus asked Cassius for the command of the right wing, although it was thought this was more suited for Cassius due to his age and experience. Nevertheless, Cassius agreed, placing Messala with the bravest of his legions in that wing, while Brutus quickly saddled his well-equipped horse and soon brought up his infantry after them.
Antony’s soldiers were casting trenches from the marsh by which they were encamped, across the plain, to cut off Cassius’s communications with the sea. Caesar was to be at hand with his troops to support them, but he was not able to be present himself, by reason of his sickness; and his soldiers, not much expecting that the enemy would come to a set battle, but only make some excursions with their darts and light arms to disturb the men at work in the trenches, and not taking notice of the boons drawn up against them ready to give battle, were amazed when they heard the confused and great outcry that came from the trenches. In the meanwhile Brutus had sent his tickets, in which was the word of battle, to the officers; and himself riding about to all the troops, encouraged the soldiers; but there were but few of them that understood the word before they engaged; the most of them, not staying to have it delivered to them, with one impulse and cry ran upon the enemy. This disorder caused an unevenness in the line, and the legions got severed and divided one from another; that of Messala first, and afterwards the other adjoining, went beyond the left wing of Caesar; and having just touched the extremity, without slaughtering any great number, passing round that wing, fell directly into Caesar’s camp. Caesar himself, as his own memoirs tell us, had but just before been conveyed away, Marcus Artorius, one of his friends, having had a dream bidding Caesar be carried out of the camp. And it was believed that he was slain; for the soldiers had pierced his litter, which was left empty, in many places with their darts and pikes. There was a great slaughter in the camp that was taken, and two thousand Lacedaemonians that were newly come to the assistance of Caesar were all cut off together.
Antony’s soldiers were digging trenches from the marsh where they were camped, across the plain, to cut off Cassius’s access to the sea. Caesar was supposed to be nearby with his troops to support them, but he couldn't be there himself because he was sick. His soldiers didn't expect the enemy to engage in a full battle; they thought they would just make some quick attacks with their darts and light weapons to disrupt the workers in the trenches. As a result, they were shocked when they heard the chaotic and loud noise coming from the trenches. Meanwhile, Brutus had sent out messages with the battle signal to the officers, and he rode around to encourage the troops. However, very few of the soldiers understood the signal before they charged into battle; most of them rushed at the enemy without waiting for instructions. This disorganization caused gaps in their formation, separating the legions from one another. Messala's unit was the first to break away, later followed by another that moved past Caesar’s left wing. They briefly engaged without causing many casualties and then circled around to Caesar’s camp. According to Caesar's own accounts, he had just been carried away, prompted by a dream one of his friends, Marcus Artorius, had about getting Caesar out of the camp. It was thought that he had been killed because soldiers had stabbed his empty litter with their darts and spears in multiple places. There was a massive slaughter in the captured camp, and two thousand Lacedaemonians, who had just arrived to assist Caesar, were all killed together.
The rest of the army, that had not gone round but had engaged the front, easily overthrew them, finding them in great disorder, and slew upon the place three legions; and being carried on with the stream of victory, pursuing those that fled, fell into the camp with them, Brutus himself being there. But they that were conquered took the advantage in their extremity of what the conquerors did not consider. For they fell upon that part of the main body which had been left exposed and separated, where the right wing had broke off from them and hurried away in the pursuit; yet they could not break into the midst of their battle, but were received with strong resistance and obstinacy. Yet they put to flight the left wing, where Cassius commanded, being in great disorder, and ignorant of what had passed on the other wing; and, pursuing them to their camp, they pillaged and destroyed it, neither of their generals being present; for Antony, they say, to avoid the fury of the first onset, had retired into the marsh that was hard by; and Caesar was nowhere to be found after his being conveyed out of the tents; though some of the soldiers showed Brutus their swords bloody, and declared that they had killed him, describing his person and his age. By this time also the center of Brutus’s battle had driven back their opponents with great slaughter; and Brutus was everywhere plainly conqueror, as on the other side Cassius was conquered. And this one mistake was the ruin of their affairs, that Brutus did not come to the relief of Cassius, thinking that he, as well as himself, was conqueror; and that Cassius did not expect the relief of Brutus, thinking that he too was overcome. For as a proof that the victory was on Brutus’s side, Messala urges his taking three eagles and many ensigns of the enemy without losing any of his own. But now, returning from the pursuit after having plundered Caesar’s camp, Brutus wondered that he could not see Cassius’s tent standing high, as it was wont, and appearing above the rest, nor other things appearing as they had been; for they had been immediately pulled down and pillaged by the enemy upon their first falling into the camp. But some that had a quicker and longer sight than the rest acquainted Brutus that they saw a great deal of shining armor and silver targets moving to and fro in Cassius’s camp, and that they thought, by their number and the fashion of their armor, they could not be those that they left to guard the camp; but yet that there did not appear so great a number of dead bodies thereabouts as it was probable there would have been after the actual defeat of so many legions. This first made Brutus suspect Cassius’s misfortune, and, leaving a guard in the enemy’s camp, he called back those that were in the pursuit, and rallied them together to lead them to the relief of Cassius, whose fortune had been as follows.
The rest of the army, which had not gone around but had engaged the front, easily defeated them, finding them in great disarray, and killed three legions on the spot. Fueled by their victory, they pursued the fleeing soldiers and overran the camp, where Brutus was present. But those who were defeated took advantage of what the victors overlooked. They attacked the part of the main force that had been left vulnerable and separated, where the right wing had broken away and rushed off in pursuit. However, they couldn't break into the heart of their battle, as they were met with strong resistance and firmness. Still, they managed to rout the left wing commanded by Cassius, who was in great disorder and unaware of what had happened on the other side. They chased them to their camp, looting and destroying it, with neither of their generals present; for Antony, it is said, to escape the initial onslaught, had retreated into the nearby marsh, and Caesar was nowhere to be found after being taken out of the tents. Some soldiers even showed Brutus their bloodied swords, claiming they had killed him, describing his appearance and age. By this time, the center of Brutus’s army had pushed back their opponents with heavy losses, and Brutus was clearly victorious, just as Cassius had been defeated on the other side. This single mistake led to their downfall: Brutus did not come to Cassius's aid, believing he, like him, was winning; Cassius, on the other hand, did not anticipate Brutus’s help, thinking he too was defeated. As proof that victory was on Brutus’s side, Messala pointed out that they had captured three eagles and many enemy standards without losing any of their own. However, upon returning from the pursuit after plundering Caesar’s camp, Brutus was surprised not to see Cassius’s tent towering as it usually did, nor anything else in its usual state; it had been immediately dismantled and looted by the enemy after their initial assault on the camp. Some soldiers with sharper eyesight alerted Brutus that they saw a lot of shining armor and silver shields moving around in Cassius’s camp, and they believed, based on their number and the style of their armor, that they couldn't be the guards they had left behind; yet there didn’t seem to be as many dead bodies nearby as one would expect after the defeat of so many legions. This first made Brutus worry about Cassius’s situation, so he left a guard in the enemy's camp, recalled those who were pursuing, and gathered them together to lead them to help Cassius, whose situation had unfolded as follows.
First, he had been angry at the onset that Brutus’s soldiers made, without the word of battle or command to charge. Then, after they had overcome, he was as much displeased to see them rush on to the plunder and spoil, and neglect to surround and encompass the rest of the enemy. Besides this, letting himself act by delay and expectation, rather than command boldly and with a clear purpose, he got hemmed in by the right wing of the enemy, and, his horse making with all haste their escape and flying towards the sea, the foot also began to give way, which he perceiving labored as much as ever he could to hinder their flight and bring them back; and, snatching an ensign out of the hand of one that fled, he stuck it at his feet, though he could hardly keep even his own personal guard together. So that at last he was forced to fly with a few about him to a little hill that overlooked the plain. But he himself, being weak-sighted, discovered nothing, only the destruction of his camp, and that with difficulty. But they that were with him saw a great body of horse moving towards him, the same whom Brutus had sent. Cassius believed these were enemies, and in pursuit of him; however, he sent away Titinius, one of those that were with him, to learn what they were. As soon as Brutus’s horse saw him coming, and knew him to be a friend and a faithful servant of Cassius, those of them that were his more familiar acquaintance, shouting out for joy and alighting from their horses, shook hands and embraced him, and the rest rode round about him singing and shouting, through their excess of gladness at the sight of him. But this was the occasion of the greatest mischief that could be. For Cassius really thought that Titinius had been taken by the enemy, and cried out, “Through too much fondness of life, I have lived to endure the sight of my friend taken by the enemy before my face.” After which words he retired into an empty tent, taking along with him only Pindarus, one of his freedmen, whom he had reserved for such an occasion ever since the disasters in the expedition against the Parthians, when Crassus was slain. From the Parthians he came away in safety; but now, pulling up his mantle over his head, he made his neck bare, and held it forth to Pindarus, commanding him to strike. The head was certainly found lying severed from the body. But no man ever saw Pindarus after, from which some suspected that he had killed his master without his command. Soon after they perceived who the horsemen were, and saw Titinius, crowned with garlands, making what haste he could towards Cassius. But as soon as he understood by the cries and lamentations of his afflicted friends the unfortunate error and death of his general, he drew his sword, and having very much accused and upbraided his own long stay, that had caused it, he slew himself.
First, he was angry at the beginning when Brutus’s soldiers charged without any orders or signals. Then, after they won, he was just as upset to see them rush off to loot instead of trying to capture the rest of the enemy. On top of that, by waiting and hoping rather than taking charge with clear intent, he found himself trapped by the enemy’s right flank. His horse, panicking, bolted toward the sea, and the infantry started to break ranks as well. Noticing this, he did everything he could to stop their retreat and bring them back. Grabbing a standard from one of the fleeing soldiers, he planted it at his feet, even though he could barely keep his own guard together. Eventually, he had no choice but to flee with a handful of men to a small hill overlooking the battlefield. However, being weak-sighted, he could barely make out what was happening, only seeing the destruction of his camp with difficulty. His companions, though, noticed a large group of horsemen approaching—those sent by Brutus. Cassius thought they were enemies chasing him and sent Titinius, one of his companions, to find out who they were. When Brutus’s horsemen saw Titinius approaching and recognized him as Cassius's loyal friend, those who knew him well cheered with joy, dismounted, and embraced him, while the others circled around him, singing and shouting in excitement. This led to the biggest disaster imaginable. Cassius believed that Titinius had been captured by the enemy and cried out, “Because of my excessive love for life, I’ve lived to see my friend taken by the enemy right in front of me.” After saying this, he retreated into an empty tent, taking only Pindarus, one of his freedmen, whom he had kept for such a moment since the disaster against the Parthians when Crassus was killed. He escaped from the Parthians, but now, pulling his cloak over his head, he exposed his neck and held it out to Pindarus, ordering him to strike. The head was later found severed from the body, but no one ever saw Pindarus again, leading some to suspect he had killed his master against his wishes. Soon after, they realized who the horsemen were and saw Titinius, crowned with garlands, rushing toward Cassius. But as soon as he heard the cries and lamentations of his devastated friends about the unfortunate mistake and death of his general, he drew his sword and, bitterly blaming himself for taking too long, ended his own life.
Brutus, as soon as he was assured of the defeat of Cassius, made haste to him; but heard nothing of his death till he came near his camp. Then having lamented over his body, calling him “the last of the Romans,” it being impossible that the city should ever produce another man of so great a spirit, he sent away the body to be buried at Thasos, lest celebrating his funeral within the camp might breed some disorder. He then gathered the soldiers together and comforted them; and, seeing them destitute of all things necessary, he promised to every man two thousand drachmas in recompense of what he had lost. They at these words took courage, and were astonished at the magnificence of the gift; and waited upon him at his parting with shouts and praises, magnifying him for the only general of all the four who was not overcome in the battle. And indeed the action itself testified that it was not without reason he believed he should conquer; for with a few legions he overthrew all that resisted him; and if all his soldiers had fought, and the most of them had not passed beyond the enemy in pursuit of the plunder, it is very likely that he had utterly defeated every part of them.
Brutus, once he learned that Cassius had been defeated, rushed to meet him; but he didn't hear about his death until he was close to his camp. After mourning over his body and calling him "the last of the Romans," as it seemed unlikely that the city would ever produce another man with such great spirit, he sent the body to be buried in Thasos, fearing that holding his funeral in the camp might cause chaos. He then gathered the soldiers and comforted them; seeing that they were lacking everything they needed, he promised each man two thousand drachmas as compensation for what they had lost. At these words, they felt encouraged and were amazed by the generosity of the offer; they accompanied him at his departure with cheers and praises, honoring him as the only general of the four who hadn’t been defeated in battle. Indeed, his actions proved that it was reasonable for him to believe he could win; with just a few legions, he defeated all who opposed him, and if all his soldiers had fought, and most hadn’t chased after loot beyond the enemy, it’s very likely he would have completely vanquished them.
There fell of his side eight thousand men, reckoning the servants of the army, whom Brutus calls Briges; and on the other side, Messala says his opinion is that there were slain above twice that number. For which reason they were more out of heart than Brutus, until a servant of Cassius, named Demetrius, came in the evening to Antony, and brought to him the garment which he had taken from the dead body, and his sword; at the sight of which they were so encouraged, that, as soon as it was morning, they drew out their whole force into the field, and stood in battle array. But Brutus found both his camps wavering and in disorder; for his own, being filled with prisoners, required a guard more strict than ordinary over them; and that of Cassius was uneasy at the change of general, besides some envy and rancor, which those that were conquered bore to that part of the army which had been conquerors. Wherefore he thought it convenient to put his army in array, but to abstain from fighting. All the slaves that were taken prisoners, of whom there was a great number that were mixed up, not without suspicion, among the soldiers, he commanded to be slain; but of the freemen and citizens, some he dismissed, saying that among the enemy they were rather prisoners than with him, for with them they were captives and slaves, but with him freemen and citizens of Rome. But he was forced to hide and help them to escape privately, perceiving that his friends and officers were bent upon revenge against them. Among the captives there was one Volumnius, a player, and Sacculio, a buffoon; of these Brutus took no manner of notice, but his friends brought them before him, and accused them that even then in that condition they did not refrain from their jests and scurrilous language. Brutus, having his mind taken up with other affairs, said nothing to their accusation; but the judgment of Messala Corvinus was, that they should be whipped publicly upon a stage, and so sent naked to the captains of the enemy, to show them what sort of fellow drinkers and companions they took with them on their campaigns. At this some that were present laughed; and Publius Casca, he that gave the first wound to Caesar, said, “We do ill to jest and make merry at the funeral of Cassius. But you, O Brutus,” he added, “will show what esteem you have for the memory of that general, according as you punish or preserve alive those who will scoff and speak shamefully of him.” To this Brutus, in great discomposure replied, “Why then, Casca, do you ask me about it, and not do yourselves what you think fitting?” This answer of Brutus was taken for his consent to the death of these wretched men; so they were carried away and slain.
Eight thousand men fell on his side, counting the army's servants, whom Brutus calls Briges; on the other hand, Messala believes that more than double that number were killed. Because of this, their spirits were lower than Brutus’s until a servant of Cassius, named Demetrius, came to Antony in the evening, bringing the garment and sword he had taken from a dead body. Seeing these, they felt so uplifted that as soon as morning came, they assembled all their forces in the field, ready for battle. However, Brutus found both of his camps uncertain and disorganized; his own camp was filled with prisoners, needing stricter guards than usual, while Cassius's camp felt uneasy about the change in leadership, alongside some lingering resentment from those conquered towards the part of the army that had won. Therefore, he thought it best to organize his army but refrain from fighting. He ordered that all slaves taken as prisoners, who suspiciously mixed with the soldiers, be executed; but he set some freemen and citizens free, stating that among the enemy they were more like prisoners, as they were captives and slaves together with them but were free men and citizens of Rome with him. Yet he had to secretly help them escape, realizing that his friends and officers were eager for revenge against them. Among the captives were a performer named Volumnius and a jester named Sacculio; Brutus paid them no attention, but his friends brought them forward, accusing them of still making jokes and using inappropriate language even in that situation. Brutus, distracted by other matters, said nothing regarding their accusation; but Messala Corvinus suggested they should be publicly whipped on a stage and sent back naked to the enemy captains to show what kind of drinking buddies and companions they took into battle. Some who were present laughed at this, and Publius Casca, the one who dealt the first wound to Caesar, said, “It's wrong to joke and laugh at Cassius's funeral. But you, Brutus,” he added, “will show how much you value that general's memory by how you punish or spare those who mock and speak ill of him.” To this, a visibly upset Brutus replied, “Then why, Casca, do you ask me about it instead of doing what you think is right yourselves?” His response was interpreted as his agreement to the execution of those miserable men, so they were taken away and killed.
After this he gave the soldiers the reward that he had promised them; and having slightly reproved them for having fallen upon the enemy in disorder without the word of battle or command, he promised them, that if they behaved themselves bravely in the next engagement, he would give them up two cities to spoil and plunder, Thessalonica and Lacedaemon. This is the one indefensible thing of all that is found fault with in the life of Brutus; though true it may be that Antony and Caesar were much more cruel in the rewards that they gave their soldiers after victory; for they drove out, one might almost say, all the old inhabitants of Italy, to put their soldiers in possession of other men’s lands and cities. But indeed their only design and end in undertaking the war was to obtain dominion and empire, whereas Brutus, for the reputation of his virtue, could not be permitted either to overcome or save himself but with justice and honor, especially after the death of Cassius, who was generally accused of having been his adviser to some things that he had done with less clemency. But now, as in a ship, when the rudder is broken by a storm, the mariners fit and nail on some other piece of wood instead of it, striving against the danger not well, but as well as in that necessity they can, so Brutus, being at the head of so great an army, in a time of such uncertainty, having no commander equal to his need, was forced to make use of those that he had, and to do and to say many things according to their advice; which was, in effect, whatever might conduce to the bringing of Cassius’s soldiers into better order. For they were very headstrong and intractable, bold and insolent in the camp for want of their general, but in the field cowardly and fearful, remembering that they had been beaten.
After this, he gave the soldiers the reward he had promised them; and after lightly reprimanding them for attacking the enemy in disorder without a battle call or command, he promised that if they acted bravely in the next fight, he would give them two cities to loot and plunder: Thessalonica and Lacedaemon. This is one of the only things criticized in Brutus's life; while it's true that Antony and Caesar were much harsher in the rewards they gave their soldiers after victory, driving out almost all the old inhabitants of Italy to give their soldiers someone else's lands and cities. Their sole purpose in starting the war was to gain power and control, whereas Brutus, wanting to maintain his reputation for virtue, couldn't win or save himself except through justice and honor, especially after Cassius's death, as he was often blamed for advising Brutus on some of his less lenient actions. But at that moment, just like sailors would fix a broken rudder during a storm with whatever wood they can find, Brutus, leading such a large army in uncertain times, without a commander who met his needs, had to rely on those he had and to do and say many things based on their advice, which was essentially anything that might help organize Cassius’s soldiers better. They were very headstrong and unruly, bold and arrogant in the camp due to the absence of their general, but cowardly and fearful in battle, remembering that they had been defeated.
Neither were the affairs of Caesar and Antony in any better posture; for they were straitened for provision, and, the camp being in a low ground, they expected to pass a very hard winter. For being driven close upon the marshes, and a great quantity of rain, as is usual in autumn, having fallen after the battle, their tents were all filled with mire and water, which through the coldness of the weather immediately froze. And while they were in this condition, there was news brought to them of their loss at sea. For Brutus’s fleet fell upon their ships, which were bringing a great supply of soldiers out of Italy, and so entirely defeated them, that but very few of the men escaped being slain, and they too were forced by famine to feed upon the sails and tackle of the ship. As soon as they heard this, they made what haste they could to come to the decision of a battle, before Brutus should have notice of his good success. For it had so happened that the fight both by sea and land was on the same day, but by some misfortune, rather than the fault of his commanders, Brutus knew not of his victory twenty days after. For had he been informed of this, he would not have been brought to a second battle, since he had sufficient provisions for his army for a long time, and was very advantageously posted, his camp being well sheltered from the cold weather, and almost inaccessible to the enemy, and his being absolute master of the sea, and having at land overcome on that side wherein he himself was engaged, would have made him full of hope and confidence. But it seems, the state of Rome not enduring any longer to be governed by many, but necessarily requiring a monarchy, the divine power, that it might remove out of the way the only man that was able to resist him that could control the empire, cut off his good fortune from coming to the ears of Brutus; though it came but a very little too late, for the very evening before the fight, Clodius, a deserter from the enemy, came and announced that Caesar had received advice of the loss of his fleet, and for that reason was in such haste to come to a battle. But his story met with no credit, nor was he so much as seen by Brutus, being simply set down as one that had had no good information, or invented lies to bring himself into favor.
Neither were Caesar and Antony's situation any better; they were short on supplies and, with their camp in a low area, were expecting to endure a very tough winter. Being pushed close to the marshes and with a significant amount of rain falling, which is typical in autumn, their tents ended up filled with mud and water that froze due to the cold. While they were dealing with this, they received news about their loss at sea. Brutus’s fleet attacked their ships that were bringing a large supply of soldiers from Italy, completely defeating them, leaving very few survivors who were forced by hunger to eat the sails and rigging of the ships. As soon as they learned this, they hurried to decide on a battle before Brutus would hear about his success. Ironically, the battles at sea and land happened on the same day, but due to some misfortune, rather than any fault of his commanders, Brutus was unaware of his victory for twenty days. Had he known, he wouldn't have engaged in a second battle since he had enough supplies for his army for a long time and was well-positioned, with his camp sheltered from the cold and nearly inaccessible to the enemy. Being completely in control of the sea and having won on land where he was fighting would have filled him with hope and confidence. However, it seems that Rome could no longer be ruled by many and required a monarchy, so divine power ensured that Brutus wouldn't learn about this good news just in time; it came quite late, as the evening before the battle, Clodius, a defector from the enemy, arrived and reported that Caesar had been informed about the loss of his fleet and was therefore in a rush to fight. But his account was not believed, and he wasn't even seen by Brutus, being dismissed as someone who had either been misinformed or was fabricating stories to gain favor.
The same night, they say, the vision appeared again to Brutus, in the same shape that it did before, but vanished without speaking. But Publius Volumnius, a philosopher, and one that had from the beginning borne arms with Brutus, makes no mention of this apparition, but says that the first eagle was covered with a swarm of bees, and that there was one of the captains whose arm of itself sweated oil of roses, and, though they often dried and wiped it, yet it would not cease; and that immediately before the battle, two eagles falling upon each other fought in the space between the two armies, that the whole field kept incredible silence and all were intent upon the spectacle, until at last that which was on Brutus’s side yielded and fled. But the story of the Ethiopian is very famous, who meeting the standard-bearer at the opening the gate of the camp, was cut to pieces by the soldiers, that took it for an ill omen.
The same night, they say, the vision appeared again to Brutus, looking just like it did before, but it disappeared without saying anything. However, Publius Volumnius, a philosopher who had been fighting alongside Brutus from the beginning, doesn’t mention this ghostly figure. Instead, he talks about the first eagle being surrounded by a swarm of bees and describes a captain whose arm kept sweating rose oil. Even though they dried and wiped it repeatedly, it didn’t stop. Right before the battle, two eagles fought in the air between the two armies, and the entire battlefield fell into an incredible silence as everyone focused on the spectacle. Eventually, the eagle on Brutus’s side gave up and fled. There’s also a well-known story about an Ethiopian who met the standard-bearer at the camp gate and was cut to pieces by the soldiers, who saw it as a bad omen.
Brutus, having brought his army into the field and set them in array against the enemy, paused a long while before he would fight; for, as he was reviewing the troops, suspicions were excited, and informations laid against some of them. Besides, he saw his horse not very eager to begin the action, and waiting to see what the foot would do. Then suddenly Camulatus, a very good soldier, and one whom for his valor he highly esteemed, riding hard by Brutus himself, went over to the enemy, the sight of which grieved Brutus exceedingly. So that partly out of anger, and partly out of fear of some greater treason and desertion, he immediately drew on his forces upon the enemy, the sun now declining, about three of the clock in the afternoon. Brutus on his side had the better, and pressed hard on the left wing, which gave way and retreated; and the horse too fell in together with the foot, when they saw the enemy in disorder. But the other wing, when the officers extended the line to avoid its being encompassed, the numbers being inferior, got drawn out too thin in the center, and was so weak here that they could not withstand the charge, but at the first onset fled. After defeating these, the enemy at once took Brutus in the rear, who all the while performed all that was possible for an expert general and valiant soldier, doing everything in the peril, by counsel and by hand, that might recover the victory. But that which had been his superiority in the former fight was to his prejudice in this second. For in the first fight, that part of the enemy which was beaten was killed on the spot; but of Cassius’s soldiers that fled few had been slain, and those that escaped, daunted with their defeat, infected the other and larger part of the army with their want of spirit and their disorder. Here Marcus, the son of Cato, was slain, fighting and behaving himself with great bravery in the midst of the youth of the highest rank and greatest valor. He would neither fly nor give the least ground, but, still fighting and declaring who he was and naming his father’s name, he fell upon a heap of dead bodies of the enemy. And of the rest, the bravest were slain in defending Brutus.
Brutus, having assembled his army and lined them up against the enemy, hesitated for a long time before engaging in battle. While reviewing his troops, he became suspicious and received reports about some of them. Additionally, he noticed that his horse was not eager to start the fight and was waiting to see what the infantry would do. Then, suddenly, Camulatus, a very skilled soldier whom Brutus highly respected for his bravery, rode close to him and defected to the enemy, which deeply troubled Brutus. Partly out of anger and partly fearing greater betrayal and abandonment, he ordered his forces to engage the enemy, the sun now setting around three in the afternoon. On his side, Brutus had the upper hand and pressed hard on the left flank, which faltered and retreated; the cavalry also charged along with the infantry when they saw the enemy in disarray. However, on the other flank, when the officers stretched the line to avoid being surrounded, their numbers were too few, and the center became too thin and weak to withstand the attack, causing them to flee at the first charge. After defeating these troops, the enemy quickly attacked Brutus from behind, who, all the while, was doing everything possible as an experienced general and brave soldier, coordinating and fighting to regain the victory. However, what had been to his advantage in the first battle turned against him in this second one. In the first fight, the defeated enemy was killed on the spot, but of Cassius’s soldiers who fled, few were killed, and those who escaped, demoralized by their defeat, spread their fear and disorder to the larger part of the army. Here, Marcus, the son of Cato, was killed while fighting bravely among the youth of the highest rank and greatest courage. He would neither retreat nor give up any ground, but continued to fight and announce who he was, calling out his father’s name, until he fell among a pile of dead enemy bodies. Among the rest, the bravest were slain defending Brutus.
There was in the field one Lucilius, an excellent man and a friend of Brutus, who, seeing some barbarian horse taking no notice of any other in the pursuit, but galloping at full speed after Brutus, resolved to stop them, though with the hazard of his life; and, letting himself fall a little behind, he told them that he was Brutus. They believed him the rather, because he prayed to be carried to Antony, as if he feared Caesar, but durst trust him. They, overjoyed with their prey, and thinking themselves wonderfully fortunate, carried him along with them in the night, having first sent messengers to Antony of their coming. He was much pleased, and came to meet them; and all the rest that heard that Brutus was taken and brought alive, flocked together to see him, some pitying his fortune, others accusing; him of a meanness unbecoming his former glory, that out of too much love of life he would be a prey to barbarians. When they came near together, Antony stood still, considering with himself in what manner he should receive Brutus. But Lucilius, being brought up to him, with great confidence said: “Be assured, Antony, that no enemy either has taken or ever shall take Marcus Brutus alive (forbid it, heaven, that fortune should ever so much prevail above virtue), but he shall be found, alive or dead, as becomes himself. As for me, I am come hither by a cheat that I put upon your soldiers, and am ready, upon this occasion, to suffer any severities you will inflict.” All were amazed to hear Lucilius speak these words. But Antony, turning himself to those that brought him, said: “I perceive, my fellow-soldiers, that you are concerned and take it ill that you have been thus deceived, and think yourselves abused and injured by it; but know that you have met with a booty better than that you sought. For you were in search of an enemy, but you have brought me here a friend. For indeed I am uncertain how I should have used Brutus, if you had brought him alive; but of this I am sure, that it is better to have such men as Lucilius our friends than our enemies.” Having said this, he embraced Lucilius, and for the present commended him to the care of one of his friends, and ever after found him a steady and a faithful friend.
In the field was a man named Lucilius, a remarkable guy and a friend of Brutus. Seeing some enemy horsemen ignoring everything else and charging straight at Brutus, he decided to intervene, even at the risk of his own life. He let himself fall a little behind and told the horsemen that he was Brutus. They believed him, especially since he claimed he wanted to be taken to Antony, as if he feared Caesar but could trust Antony. Delighted with their capture and feeling lucky, they took him with them during the night after sending messengers to Antony about their arrival. Antony was very pleased and came to meet them, while everyone else who heard that Brutus had been captured alive gathered to see him. Some felt sorry for Brutus, while others criticized him for acting out of too strong a desire to live, allowing himself to be taken by the enemy. When they were close, Antony paused, thinking about how he should greet Brutus. But when Lucilius was brought to him, he confidently said, “Rest assured, Antony, that no enemy has ever captured Marcus Brutus alive, nor will they ever (may heaven forbid that misfortune should overpower virtue), but he will be found, whether alive or dead, as he should be. As for me, I'm here by tricking your soldiers and am ready to face any punishment you want to impose.” Everyone was shocked to hear Lucilius say this. But Antony turned to those who had brought him and said, “I see, my fellow soldiers, that you're upset because you feel deceived and wronged, but know that you have handed me a prize even better than what you sought. You were looking for an enemy, but instead, you've brought me a friend. I'm not sure how I would have dealt with Brutus if you'd brought him alive, but I do know it's better to have men like Lucilius as friends than as enemies.” After saying this, he embraced Lucilius and entrusted him to one of his friends for the moment, always finding him to be a loyal and faithful ally thereafter.
Brutus had now passed a little brook, running among trees and under steep rocks, and, it being night, would go no further, but sat down in a hollow place with a great rock projecting before it, with a few of his officers and friends about him. At first, looking up to heaven, that was then full of stars, he repeated two verses, one of which, Volumnius writes, was this: —
Brutus had just crossed a small stream that flowed among trees and steep rocks. Since it was night, he decided not to travel any further and sat down in a hollow area with a large rock in front of him, accompanied by a few of his officers and friends. At first, he looked up at the star-filled sky and repeated two lines, one of which, Volumnius writes, was this: —
Punish, great Jove, the author of these ills.
Punish, great Jove, the one responsible for these troubles.
The other he says he has forgot. Soon after, naming severally all his friends that had been slain before his face in the battle, he groaned heavily, especially at the mentioning of Flavius and Labeo, the latter his lieutenant, and the other chief officer of his engineers. In the meantime, one of his companions, that was very thirsty and saw Brutus in the same condition, took his helmet and ran to the brook for water, when, a noise being heard from the other side of the river, Volumnius, taking Dardanus, Brutus’s armor-bearer, with him, went out to see what it was. They returned in a short space, and inquired about the water. Brutus, smiling with much meaning, said to Volumnius, “It is all drunk; but you shall have some more fetched.” But he that had brought the first water, being sent again, was in great danger of being taken by the enemy, and, having received a wound, with much difficulty escaped.
The other one he says he has forgotten. Soon after, as he named all his friends who had been killed right in front of him during the battle, he sighed heavily, especially when he mentioned Flavius and Labeo, the latter being his lieutenant and the other his main officer of engineers. Meanwhile, one of his companions, who was very thirsty and noticed that Brutus was in the same state, took off his helmet and ran to the stream for water. Then, hearing a noise from the other side of the river, Volumnius took Dardanus, Brutus’s armor-bearer, with him to check it out. They returned shortly and asked about the water. Brutus smiled knowingly and said to Volumnius, “It’s all gone; but I’ll have some more brought.” But the one who had fetched the first water, when sent again, was in serious danger of being captured by the enemy, and after getting wounded, barely managed to escape.
Now Brutus guessing that not many of his men were slain in the fight, Statyllius undertook to dash through the enemy (for there was no other way), and to see what was become of their camp; and promised, if he found all things there safe, to hold up a torch for a signal, and then return. The torch was held up, for Statyllius got safe to the camp; but when after a long time he did not return, Brutus said, “If Statyllius be alive, he will come back.” But it happened that in his return he fell into the enemy’s hands, and was slain.
Now Brutus figured that not many of his men had been killed in the fight. Statyllius decided to rush through the enemy lines (since there was no other option) to check on their camp. He promised that if everything was safe there, he would hold up a torch as a signal and then come back. The torch was raised because Statyllius made it safely to the camp, but when a long time passed and he still hadn’t returned, Brutus said, “If Statyllius is alive, he will come back.” Unfortunately, on his way back, he was captured by the enemy and killed.
The night now being far spent, Brutus, as he was sitting, leaned his head towards his servant Clitus and spoke to him; he answered him not, but fell a weeping. After that, he drew aside his armor-bearer, Dardanus, and had some discourse with him in private. At last, speaking to Volumnius in Greek, he reminded him of their common studies and former discipline, and begged that he would take hold of his sword with him, and help him to thrust it through him. Volumnius put away his request, and several others did the like; and someone saying, that there was no staying there, but they needs must fly, Brutus, rising up, said, “Yes, indeed, we must fly, but not with our feet, but with our hands.” Then giving each of them his right hand, with a countenance full of pleasure, he said, that he found an infinite satisfaction in this, that none of his friends had been false to him; that as for fortune, he was angry with that only for his country’s sake; as for himself, he thought himself much more happy than they who had overcome, not only as he had been a little time ago, but even now in his present condition; since he was leaving behind him such a reputation of his virtue as none of the conquerors with all their arms and riches should ever be able to acquire, no more than they could hinder posterity from believing and saying, that, being unjust and wicked men, they had destroyed the just and the good, and usurped a power to which they had no right. After this, having exhorted and entreated all about him to provide for their own safety, he withdrew from them with two or three only of his peculiar friends; Strato was one of these, with whom he had contracted an acquaintance when they studied rhetoric together. Him he placed next to himself, and, taking hold of the hilt of his sword and directing it with both his hands, he fell upon it, and killed himself. But others say, that not he himself, but Strato, at the earnest entreaty of Brutus, turning aside his head, held the sword, upon which he violently throwing himself, it pierced his breast, and he immediately died. This same Strato, Messala, a friend of Brutus, being, after reconciled to Caesar, brought to him once at his leisure, and with tears in his eyes said, “This, O Caesar, is the man that did the last friendly office to my beloved Brutus.” Upon which Caesar received him kindly; and had good use of him in his labors and his battles at Actium, being one of the Greeks that proved their bravery in his service. It is reported of Messala himself, that, when Caesar once gave him this commendation, that though he was his fiercest enemy at Philippi in the cause of Brutus, yet he had shown himself his most entire friend in the fight of Actium, he answered, “You have always found me, Caesar, on the best and justest side.”
The night was now almost over, and Brutus, while sitting, leaned his head towards his servant Clitus and spoke to him; Clitus didn't respond but started to cry. After that, he pulled aside his armor-bearer, Dardanus, and had a private conversation with him. Finally, speaking to Volumnius in Greek, he reminded him of their shared studies and past training, asking him to help him hold his sword so he could end his own life. Volumnius rejected his request, and others did the same; someone then said they couldn’t stay there and had to flee. Brutus stood up and said, “Yes, we must flee, but not with our feet, but with our hands.” Then, giving each of them his right hand, with a look of contentment, he expressed his deep satisfaction that none of his friends had betrayed him; he was only upset with fate for his country's sake. He felt much happier than those who had won, not just as he had been a short time ago, but even now in his current situation; he was leaving behind a reputation for virtue that no conqueror, with all their weapons and wealth, could ever achieve, nor could they prevent future generations from believing that they, being unjust and wicked, had destroyed the just and good and taken power they had no right to. After this, having urged everyone around him to care for their own safety, he withdrew with two or three of his closest friends; Strato was one of them, a friend he had made while studying rhetoric. He positioned Strato next to him, took hold of the hilt of his sword, and, directing it with both hands, fell on it, killing himself. However, others say that it was not he but Strato, at Brutus’s earnest request, who turned his head and held the sword, and Brutus threw himself onto it, piercing his breast and dying immediately. This same Strato, later reconciled to Caesar, was once brought to him and, with tears in his eyes, said, “This, Caesar, is the man who did the last kind act for my beloved Brutus.” Caesar welcomed him warmly and made good use of him in his efforts and battles at Actium, where he distinguished himself as one of the brave Greeks in his service. It is said of Messala that when Caesar once praised him for being Brutus’s fiercest enemy at Philippi yet his most loyal friend at Actium, he replied, “You have always found me, Caesar, on the right and just side.”
Brutus’s dead body was found by Antony, who commanded the richest purple mantle that he had to be thrown over it, and afterwards the mantle being stolen, he found the thief, and had him put to death. He sent the ashes of Brutus to his mother Servilia. As for Porcia his wife, Nicolaus the philosopher and Valerius Maximus write, that, being desirous to die, but being hindered by her friends, who continually watched her, she snatched some burning charcoal out of the fire, and, shutting it close in her mouth, stifled herself, and died. Though there is a letter current from Brutus to his friends, in which he laments the death of Porcia, and accuses them for neglecting her so that she desired to die rather than languish with her disease. So that it seems Nicolaus was mistaken in the time; for this epistle (if it indeed is authentic, and truly Brutus’s) gives us to understand the malady and love of Porcia, and the way in which her death occurred.
Brutus’s dead body was discovered by Antony, who ordered his finest purple cloak to be draped over it. Later, when the cloak was stolen, Antony found the thief and had him executed. He sent Brutus's ashes to his mother, Servilia. As for Brutus's wife, Porcia, Nicolaus the philosopher and Valerius Maximus say that, wanting to die but being prevented by her friends who constantly kept an eye on her, she grabbed some hot coals from the fire, closed them in her mouth, and suffocated herself. There's also a letter from Brutus to his friends where he mourns Porcia's death and blames them for neglecting her, which led her to prefer death over suffering from her illness. So it seems Nicolaus got the timing wrong; this letter (if it's indeed genuine and truly from Brutus) reveals Porcia's illness, her love, and how she met her end.
COMPARISON OF DION AND BRUTUS
There are noble points in abundance in the characters of these two men, and one to be first mentioned is their attaining such a height of greatness upon such inconsiderable means; and on this score Dion has by far the advantage. For he had no partner to contest his glory, as Brutus had in Cassius, who was not, indeed, his equal in proved virtue and honor, yet contributed quite as much to the service of the war by his boldness, skill, and activity; and some there be who impute to him the rise and beginning of the whole enterprise, saying that it was he who roused Brutus, till then indisposed to stir, into action against Caesar. Whereas Dion seems of himself to have provided not only arms, ships, and soldiers, but likewise friends and partners for the enterprise. Neither did he, as Brutus, collect money and forces from the war itself, but, on the contrary, laid out of his own substance, and employed the very means of his private sustenance in exile for the liberty of his country. Besides this, Brutus and Cassius, when they fled from Rome, could not live safe or quiet, being condemned to death and pursued, and were thus of necessity forced to take arms and hazard their lives in their own defense, to save themselves, rather than their country. On the other hand, Dion enjoyed more ease, was more safe, and his life more pleasant in his banishment, than was the tyrant’s who had banished him, when he flew to action, and ran the risk of all to save Sicily.
There are plenty of admirable qualities in the characters of these two men, and one notable point is how they both achieved great things with such limited resources; in this respect, Dion clearly has the upper hand. He had no rival to challenge his glory, unlike Brutus, who had Cassius as a partner. While Cassius wasn't Brutus's equal in proven virtue and honor, he still contributed significantly to the war effort with his bravery, skill, and energy. Some even claim that Cassius was the one who inspired Brutus—who was initially reluctant—to take action against Caesar. In contrast, Dion seems to have independently provided not just weapons, ships, and soldiers, but also friends and allies for the cause. Unlike Brutus, who gathered funds and forces from the ongoing war, Dion actually used his personal resources, even sacrificing his own means of survival while in exile for the freedom of his country. Furthermore, Brutus and Cassius, when they escaped from Rome, couldn't find safety or peace, as they were condemned to death and pursued. They were forced to take up arms and risk their lives for their own protection rather than for their country. On the other hand, Dion had a more comfortable, secure, and enjoyable life during his exile compared to the tyrant who had exiled him, especially when he took action and risked everything to save Sicily.
Take notice, too, that it was not the same thing for the Sicilians to be freed from Dionysius, and for the Romans to be freed from Caesar. The former owned himself a tyrant, and vexed Sicily with a thousand oppressions; whereas Caesar’s supremacy, certainly, in the process for attaining it, had inflicted no little trouble on its opponents, but, once established and victorious, it had indeed the name and appearance, but fact that was cruel or tyrannical there was none. On the contrary, in the malady of the times and the need of a monarchical government, he might be thought to have been sent, as the gentlest physician, by no other than a divine intervention. And thus the common people instantly regretted Caesar, and grew enraged and implacable against those that killed him. Whereas Dion’s chief offense in the eyes of his fellow-citizens was his having let Dionysius escape, and not having demolished the former tyrant’s tomb.
Notice, too, that it wasn’t the same for the Sicilians to be freed from Dionysius as it was for the Romans to be freed from Caesar. Dionysius openly labeled himself a tyrant and tormented Sicily with countless oppressions; on the other hand, Caesar’s rule did cause trouble for his opponents while he was rising to power, but once established and victorious, his leadership had the name and image of a tyrant without any actual cruelty. In fact, during that chaotic time when there was a need for a strong government, he could be seen as a gentle healer sent by divine intervention. Because of this, the common people quickly missed Caesar and grew furious and unforgiving towards those who assassinated him. In contrast, Dion’s main offense in the eyes of his fellow citizens was that he allowed Dionysius to escape and didn’t destroy the former tyrant’s tomb.
In the actual conduct of war, Dion was a commander without fault, improving to the utmost those counsels which he himself gave, and, where others led him into disaster, correcting and turning everything to the best. But Brutus seems to have shown little wisdom in engaging in the final battle, which was to decide everything, and, when he failed, not to have done his business in seeking a remedy ; he gave all up, and abandoned his hopes, not venturing against fortune even as far as Pompey did, when he had still means enough to rely on in his troops, and was clearly master of all the seas with his ships.
In actual warfare, Dion was an impeccable commander, maximizing the effectiveness of his own strategies, and when others led him to failure, he adapted and turned everything around for the better. However, it seems that Brutus lacked foresight by engaging in the final battle that would determine everything, and when he lost, he failed to seek a solution; he gave up completely and let go of his hopes, not taking any risks against fate, even as Pompey did when he still had sufficient resources in his troops and was clearly in control of the seas with his ships.
The greatest thing charged on Brutus is, that he, being saved by Caesar’s kindness, having saved all the friends whom he chose to ask for, he moreover accounted a friend, and preferred above many, did yet lay violent hands upon his preserver. Nothing like this could be objected against Dion; quite the contrary, whilst he was of Dionysius’s family and his friend, he did good service, and was useful to him; but driven from his country, wronged in his wife, and his estate lost, he openly entered upon a war just and lawful. Does not, however, the matter turn the other way? For the chief glory of both was their hatred of tyranny, and abhorrence of wickedness. This was unmixed and sincere in Brutus; for he had no private quarrel with Caesar, but went into the risk singly for the liberty of his country. The other, had he not been privately injured, had not fought. This is plain from Plato’s epistles, where it is shown that he was turned out, and did not forsake the court to wage war upon Dionysius. Moreover, the public good made Brutus Pompey’s friend (instead of his enemy as he had been) and Caesar’s enemy; since he proposed for his hatred and his friendship no other end and standard but justice. Dion was very serviceable to Dionysius whilst in favor; when no longer trusted, he grew angry and fell to arms. And, for this reason, not even were his own friends all of them satisfied with his undertaking, or quite assured that, having overcome Dionysius, he might not settle the government on himself, deceiving his fellow-citizens by some less obnoxious name than tyranny. But the very enemies of Brutus would say that he had no other end or aim, from first to last, save only to restore to the Roman people their ancient government.
The biggest criticism of Brutus is that, despite being saved by Caesar’s kindness and having saved all the friends he chose to ask for help, he still turned against his benefactor. Nothing like this can be said about Dion; in fact, while he was part of Dionysius’s family and a friend, he served him well and was quite useful. However, after being forced from his home, wronged in his marriage, and losing his fortune, he rightfully engaged in a just war. But doesn't the situation flip in another direction? The main honor for both men was their strong dislike of tyranny and their aversion to wrongdoing. Brutus’s hatred was genuine and straightforward; he had no personal grudge against Caesar and acted solely for the freedom of his country. On the other hand, had he not personally suffered, Dion might not have fought at all. This is clear from Plato’s letters, which depict him being ousted and not leaving the court to wage war against Dionysius. Furthermore, Brutus’s commitment to the public good turned him from being Pompey's friend (instead of his enemy) and made him an enemy of Caesar; his motivations were solely based on justice. Dion was very helpful to Dionysius while he was in favor, but once he was no longer trusted, he became angry and took up arms. For this reason, not even all of his friends were fully convinced of his mission, or assured that, once he defeated Dionysius, he wouldn't try to establish himself in power under a name less offensive than tyranny. Meanwhile, even Brutus’s enemies would admit that his only goal, from beginning to end, was to restore the Roman people to their former government.
And apart from what has just been said, the adventure against Dionysius was nothing equal with that against Caesar. For none that was familiarly conversant with Dionysius but scorned him for his life of idle amusement with wine, women, and dice; whereas it required an heroic soul and a truly intrepid and unquailing spirit so much as to entertain the thought of crushing Caesar so formidable for his ability, his power, and his fortune, whose very name disturbed the slumbers of the Parthian and Indian kings. Dion was no sooner seen in Sicily but thousands ran in to him and joined him against Dionysius; whereas the renown of Caesar, even when dead, gave strength to his friends; and his very name so heightened the person that took it, that from a simple boy he presently became the chief of the Romans; and he could use it for a spell against the enmity and power of Antony. If any object that it cost Dion great trouble and difficulties to overcome the tyrant, whereas Brutus slew Caesar naked and unprovided, yet this itself was the result of the most consummate policy and conduct, to bring it about that a man so guarded around, and so fortified at all points, should be taken naked and unprovided. For it was not on the sudden, nor alone, nor with a few, that he fell upon and killed Caesar; but after long concerting the plot, and placing confidence in a great many men, not one of whom deceived him. For he either at once discerned the best men, or by confiding in them made them good. But Dion, either making a wrong judgment, trusted himself with ill men, or else by his employing them made ill men of good; either of the two would be a reflection on a wise man. Plato also is severe upon him, for choosing such for friends as betrayed him.
And besides what has just been said, the mission against Dionysius was nothing compared to that against Caesar. Anyone who knew Dionysius well looked down on him for his life of drinking, partying, and gambling; meanwhile, it took a heroic spirit and a truly fearless and unyielding character just to consider the idea of taking down Caesar, who was so powerful and fortunate that his very name kept the kings of Parthia and India awake at night. The moment Dion arrived in Sicily, thousands flocked to him and joined his fight against Dionysius; however, even after his death, Caesar's reputation still rallied his supporters, and his name elevated whoever took it up, allowing a simple boy to quickly become the leader of the Romans. He could use it as a shield against Antony's hostility and power. Some might argue that it cost Dion great effort and faced many challenges to defeat the tyrant, while Brutus killed Caesar when he was unarmed and unprepared; but this itself was a masterclass in strategy and execution, managing to catch a man so well-guarded and so fortified off-guard and vulnerable. He didn't just attack Caesar suddenly, alone, or with a small group; he meticulously planned the conspiracy, relying on many individuals, none of whom betrayed him. He either recognized the best men right away or improved them through his belief in them. But Dion, either misjudging them, trusted himself to bad people, or turned good people into bad ones by relying on them; either way, it would reflect poorly on a wise man. Plato is also tough on him for choosing friends who ultimately betrayed him.
Besides, when Dion was killed, none appeared to revenge his death. Whereas Brutus, even amongst his enemies, had Antony that buried him splendidly; and Caesar also took care his honors should be preserved. There stood at Milan in Gaul, within the Alps, a brazen statue, which Caesar in after-times noticed (being a real likeness, and a fine work of art), and passing by it, presently stopped short, and in the hearing of many commended the magistrates to come before him. He told them their town had broken their league, harboring an enemy. The magistrates at first simply denied the thing, and, not knowing what he meant, looked one upon another, when Caesar, turning towards the statue and gathering his brows, said, “Pray, is not that our enemy who stands there?” They were all in confusion, and had nothing to answer; but he, smiling, much commended the Gauls, as who had been firm to their friends, though in adversity, and ordered that the statue should remain standing as he found it.
Besides, when Dion was killed, no one seemed to seek revenge for his death. In contrast, Brutus, even among his enemies, had Antony to give him a grand burial; and Caesar also made sure his honors were upheld. In Milan, in Gaul, within the Alps, there was a bronze statue that Caesar later noticed (a true likeness and a great piece of art). As he walked by it, he suddenly stopped and called the magistrates to come before him. He told them their town had violated their alliance by harboring an enemy. The magistrates initially denied this and looked at each other in confusion, unsure of what he meant. Then Caesar turned toward the statue, furrowed his brow, and asked, “Isn't that our enemy standing there?” They were all flustered and had no response. Caesar, smiling, praised the Gauls for being loyal to their friends, even in tough times, and ordered that the statue should stay exactly as it was.
ARATUS
The philosopher Chrysippus, O Polycrates, quotes an ancient proverb, not as really it should be, apprehending, I suppose, that it sounded too harshly, but so as he thought it would run best, in these words,
The philosopher Chrysippus, O Polycrates, quotes an old saying, not quite as it should be, probably realizing that it sounded too harshly, but in a way he thought would sound better, in these words,
Who praise their father but the generous sons?
Who praises their father but the caring sons?
But Dionysodorus the Troezenian proves him to be wrong, and restores the true reading, which is this, —
But Dionysodorus from Troezen shows that he is wrong and corrects it to the actual reading, which is this, —
Who praise their fathers but degenerate sons?
Who praises their fathers but ungrateful sons?
telling us that the proverb is meant to stop the mouth of those who, having no merit of their own, take refuge in the virtues of their ancestors, and make their advantage of praising them. But, as Pindar hath it,
telling us that the proverb is meant to silence those who, lacking any merit of their own, rely on the virtues of their ancestors to praise them for their own benefit. But, as Pindar says,
He that by nature doth inherit
From ancestors a noble spirit,
He who naturally inherits
A noble spirit from his ancestors,
as you do, who make your life the copy of the fairest originals of your family, — such, I say, may take great satisfaction in being reminded, both by hearing others speak and speaking themselves, of the best of their progenitors. For they assume not the glory of praises earned by others out of any want of worth of their own, but, affiliating their own deeds to those of their ancestor, give them honor as the authors both of their descent and manners.
as you do, people who shape their lives to mirror the best examples from their families, — such individuals can find great joy in being reminded, both by listening to others and speaking themselves, of the greatness of their ancestors. They don’t claim the glory of praises earned by others out of any lack of their own worth, but by linking their own actions to those of their forebears, they honor them as the source of both their heritage and character.
Therefore I have sent to you the life which I have written of your fellow-citizen and forefather Aratus, to whom you are no discredit in point either of reputation or of authority, not as though you had not been most diligently careful to inform yourself from the beginning concerning his actions, but that your sons, Polycrates and Pythocles, may both by hearing and reading become familiar with those family examples which it behooves them to follow and imitate. It is a piece of self-love, and not of the love of virtue, to imagine one has already attained to what is best.
So, I've sent you the biography I wrote about your fellow citizen and ancestor, Aratus, who reflects well on you, both in reputation and authority. This isn't because you haven't carefully considered his actions from the start, but so your sons, Polycrates and Pythocles, can learn about those family examples they should follow and emulate, both by listening and reading. It's a kind of self-deception, not true love of virtue, to think one has already achieved the best.
The city of Sicyon, from the time that it first fell off from the pure and Doric aristocracy (its harmony being destroyed, and a mere series of seditions and personal contests of popular leaders ensuing), continued to be distempered and unsettled, changing from one tyrant to another, until, Cleon being slain, Timoclides and Clinias, men of the most repute and power amongst the citizens, were chosen to the magistracy. And the commonwealth now seeming to be in a pretty settled condition, Timoclides died, and Abantidas, the son of Paseas, to possess himself of the tyranny, killed Clinias, and, of his kindred and friends, slew some and banished others. He sought also to kill his son Aratus, whom he left behind him, being but seven years old. This boy in the general disorder getting out of the house with those that fled, and wandering about the city helpless and in great fear, by chance got undiscovered into the house of a woman who was Abantidas’s sister, but married to Prophantus, the brother of Clinias, her name being Soso. She, being of a generous temper, and believing the boy had by some supernatural guidance fled to her for shelter, hid him in the house, and at night sent him away to Argos.
The city of Sicyon, after it first broke away from the pure Doric aristocracy (with its harmony disrupted and a series of riots and personal battles among popular leaders taking place), remained troubled and unstable, shifting from one tyrant to another. This continued until Cleon was killed, after which Timoclides and Clinias, two highly respected and powerful citizens, were chosen to take over the magistracy. With the commonwealth now appearing to settle down, Timoclides died, and Abantidas, the son of Paseas, in his bid for power, killed Clinias and executed some of his relatives and friends while banishing others. He even attempted to kill his son Aratus, who was just seven years old at the time. Amid the chaos, the boy managed to escape the house with those fleeing and wandered around the city in fear. By chance, he found refuge in the home of a woman named Soso, who was Abantidas’s sister but married to Prophantus, Clinias's brother. Soso, being kind-hearted and believing that the boy had been led to her by some supernatural force seeking protection, hid him in her house and later sent him away to Argos at night.
Aratus, being thus delivered and secured from this danger, conceived from the first and ever after nourished a vehement and burning hatred against tyrants, which strengthened with his years. Being therefore bred up amongst his father’s acquaintance and friends at Argos with a liberal education, and perceiving his body to promise good health and stature, he addicted himself to the exercises of the palaestra, to that degree that he competed in the five games, and gained some crowns; and indeed in his statues one may observe a certain kind of athletic cast, and the sagacity and majesty of his countenance does not dissemble his full diet and the use of the hoe. Whence it came to pass that he less studied eloquence than perhaps became a statesman, and yet he was more accomplished in speaking than many believe, judging by the commentaries which he left behind him, written carelessly and by the way, as fast as he could do it, and in such words as first came to his mind.
Aratus, having escaped this danger, developed a strong and lasting hatred for tyrants, which deepened over the years. Growing up among his father’s friends in Argos with a good education, he noticed that he was healthy and well-built, so he dedicated himself to physical training to the extent that he competed in the five games and won some crowns. In fact, in his statues, there is a noticeable athletic physique, and the sharpness and dignity of his face reflect his robust diet and hard work. As a result, he didn't focus as much on rhetoric as might be expected of a statesman, yet he was actually more skilled in speaking than many realize, judging by the commentaries he left behind, which were written casually and quickly, with whatever words came to mind.
In the course of time, Dinias and Aristoteles the logician killed Abantidas, who used to be present in the marketplace at their discussions, and to make one in them; till they, taking the occasion, insensibly accustomed him to the practice, and so had opportunity to contrive and execute a plot against him. After him Paseas, the father of Abantidas, taking upon him the government, was assassinated by Nicocles, who himself set up for tyrant. Of him it is related that he was strikingly like Periander the son of Cypselus, just as it is said that Orontes the Persian bore a great resemblance to Alcmaeon the son of Amphiaraus, and that Lacedaemonian youth, whom Myrsilus relates to have been trodden to pieces by the crowd of those that came to see him upon that report, to Hector.
Over time, Dinias and Aristoteles the logician killed Abantidas, who used to be present in the marketplace during their discussions and participated in them. They gradually got him used to the idea, giving them the chance to plan and carry out a scheme against him. After Abantidas, Paseas, his father, took over the government but was assassinated by Nicocles, who proclaimed himself a tyrant. It’s said that he looked strikingly like Periander, the son of Cypselus, just as it’s mentioned that Orontes the Persian resembled Alcmaeon, the son of Amphiaraus, and that Lacedaemonian youth whom Myrsilus described as being trampled to death by the crowd who came to see him because of that comparison to Hector.
This Nicocles governed four months, in which, after he had done all kinds of mischief to the city, he very nearly let it fall into the hands of the Aetolians. By this time Aratus, being grown a youth, was in much esteem, both for his noble birth and his spirit and disposition, which, while neither insignificant nor wanting in energy, were solid, and tempered with a steadiness of judgment beyond his years. For which reason the exiles had their eyes most upon him, nor did Nicocles less observe his motions, but secretly spied and watched him, not out of apprehension of any such considerable or utterly audacious attempt, but suspecting he held correspondence with the kings, who were his father’s friends and acquaintance. And, indeed, Aratus first attempted this way; but finding that Antigonus, who had promised fair, neglected him and delayed the time, and that his hopes from Egypt and Ptolemy were long to wait for, he determined to cut off the tyrant by himself.
This Nicocles ruled for four months, during which he caused all sorts of trouble for the city and almost let it fall into the hands of the Aetolians. By then, Aratus, now a young man, was highly regarded for his noble lineage and his spirited personality, which, while not insignificant and full of energy, were solid and showed a level-headedness beyond his years. For this reason, the exiles looked to him the most, and Nicocles also kept an eye on his actions, secretly spying on him—not out of fear of any major or reckless move, but because he suspected Aratus was in contact with the kings who were friends of his father. In fact, Aratus initially tried this route; however, after realizing that Antigonus, who had made promising offers, was neglecting him and delaying things, and that his hopes for help from Egypt and Ptolemy would take a long time, he decided to take matters into his own hands and eliminate the tyrant himself.
And first he broke his mind to Aristomachus and Ecdelus, the one an exile of Sicyon, the other, Ecdelus, an Arcadian of Megalopolis, a philosopher, and a man of action, having been the familiar friend of Arcesilaus the Academic at Athens. These readily consenting, he communicated with the other exiles, whereof some few, being ashamed to seem to despair of success, engaged in the design; but most of them endeavored to divert him from his purpose, as one that for want of experience was too rash and daring.
And first he confided in Aristomachus and Ecdelus; one was an exile from Sicyon, and the other, Ecdelus, was an Arcadian from Megalopolis, a philosopher and a person of action, having been a close friend of Arcesilaus the Academic in Athens. They readily agreed, and he then reached out to the other exiles. A few of them, not wanting to appear hopeless, got involved in the plan, but most tried to dissuade him from his intention, thinking he was too reckless and impulsive due to his lack of experience.
Whilst he was consulting to seize upon some post in Sicyonia, from whence he might make war upon the tyrant, there came to Argos a certain Sicyonian, newly escaped out of prison, brother to Xenocles, one of the exiles, who being by him presented to Aratus informed him, that that part of the wall over which he escaped was, inside, almost level with the ground, adjoining a rocky and elevated place, and that from the outside it might be scaled with ladders. Aratus, hearing this, dispatches away Xenocles with two of his own servants, Seuthas and Technon, to view the wall, resolving, if possible, secretly and with one risk to hazard all on a single trial, rather than carry on a contest as a private man against a tyrant by long war and open force. Xenocles, therefore, with his companions, returning having taken the height of the wall, and declaring the place not to be impossible or indeed difficult to get over, but that it was not easy to approach it undiscovered, by reason of some small but uncommonly savage and noisy dogs belonging to a gardener hard by, he immediately undertook the business.
While he was looking to find a position in Sicyonia from which he could wage war against the tyrant, a Sicyonian who had just escaped from prison arrived in Argos. He was the brother of Xenocles, one of the exiles, and he was introduced to Aratus by Xenocles. He informed Aratus that the section of the wall he had climbed over to escape was almost level with the ground on the inside, near a rocky and elevated area, and that it could be scaled with ladders from the outside. Upon hearing this, Aratus sent Xenocles along with two of his servants, Seuthas and Technon, to inspect the wall. He decided that if possible, it would be better to take a single risky chance rather than engaging the tyrant through a prolonged struggle as a private individual. Therefore, after measuring the height of the wall, Xenocles and his companions reported back that it wasn't impossible to climb over, but approaching it without being seen would be difficult due to some small but unusually aggressive and loud dogs belonging to a nearby gardener. He quickly took on the task.
Now the preparation of arms gave no jealousy, because robberies and petty forays were at that time common everywhere between one set of people and another; and for the ladders, Euphranor, the machine-maker, made them openly, his trade rendering him unsuspected, though one of the exiles. As for men, each of his friends in Argos furnished him with ten apiece out of those few they had, and he armed thirty of his own servants, and hired some few soldiers of Xenophilus, the chief of the robber captains, to whom it was given out that they were to march into the territory of Sicyon to seize the king’s stud; most of them were sent before, in small parties, to the tower of Polygnotus, with orders to wait there; Caphisias also was dispatched beforehand lightly armed, with four others, who were, as soon as it was dark, to come to the gardener’s house, pretending to be travelers, and, procuring their lodging there, to shut up him and his dogs; for there was no other way of getting past. And for the ladders, they had been made to take in pieces, and were put into chests, and sent before hidden upon wagons. In the meantime, some of the spies of Nicocles appearing in Argos, and being said to go privately about watching Aratus, he came early in the morning into the market-place, showing him self openly and conversing with his friends; then he anointed himself in the exercise ground, and, taking with him thence some of the young men that used to drink and spend their time with him, he went home; and presently after several of his servants were seen about the marketplace, one carrying garlands, another buying flambeaus, and a third speaking to the women that used to sing and play at banquets, all which things the spies observing were deceived, and said laughing to one another, “Certainly nothing can be more timorous than a tyrant, if Nicocles, being master of so great a city and so numerous a force, stands in fear of a youth that spends what he has to subsist upon in his banishment in pleasures and day-debauches;” and, being thus imposed upon, they returned home.
Now the preparation of weapons caused no jealousy, since robberies and small raids were common everywhere between different groups of people; and as for the ladders, Euphranor, the machine-maker, crafted them publicly, his trade making him unsuspected, even though he was one of the exiles. Each of his friends in Argos provided him with ten men from the few they had, and he armed thirty of his own servants and hired a few soldiers from Xenophilus, the leader of the robbers, who were told they were heading into Sicyon to seize the king’s horses. Most of them were sent ahead in small groups to the tower of Polygnotus, with orders to wait there. Caphisias was also sent ahead lightly armed, along with four others, who were to go to the gardener’s house at night pretending to be travelers, get their lodging there, and lock up him and his dogs; this was the only way to get through. The ladders were made to be taken apart, packed into chests, and sent ahead concealed on wagons. Meanwhile, some of Nicocles’ spies appeared in Argos, reportedly watching Aratus. Aratus came early to the marketplace, appearing openly and chatting with his friends. Then, he oiled himself at the exercise ground and took some young men who usually hung out with him back home. Shortly after, several of his servants were seen in the marketplace—one carrying garlands, another buying torches, and a third talking to the women who sang and played at parties. The spies, observing all this, were fooled and laughed among themselves, saying, “Nothing can be more fearful than a tyrant if Nicocles, having control of such a large city and many forces, is afraid of a young man who spends his time in pleasures and excess during his exile.” Being misled by this, they went home.
But Aratus, departing immediately after his morning meal, and coming to his soldiers at Polygnotus’s tower, led them to Nemea; where he disclosed, to most of them for the first time; his true design, making them large promises and fair speeches, and marched towards the city, giving for the word Apollo victorious, proportioning his march to the motion of the moon, so as to have the benefit of her light upon the way, and to be in the garden, which was close to the wall, just as she was setting. Here Caphisias came to him, who had not secured the dogs, which had run away before he could catch them, but had only made sure of the gardener. Upon which most of the company being out of heart and desiring to retreat, Aratus encouraged them to go on, promising to retire in case the dogs were too troublesome; and at the same time sending forward those that carried the ladders, conducted by Ecdelus and Mnasitheus, he followed them himself leisurely, the dogs already barking very loud and following, the steps of Ecdelus and his companions. However, they got to the wall, and reared the ladders with safety. But as the foremost men were mounting them, the captain of the watch that was to be relieved by the morning guard passed on his way with the bell, and there were many lights, and a noise of people coming up. Hearing which, they clapped themselves close to the ladders, and so were unobserved; but as the other watch also was coming up to meet this, they were in extreme danger of being discovered. But when this also went by without observing them, immediately Mnasitheus and Ecdelus got upon the wall, and, possessing themselves of the approaches inside and out, sent away Technon to Aratus, desiring him to make all the haste he could.
But Aratus, leaving right after his breakfast and heading to his soldiers at Polygnotus’s tower, led them to Nemea; where he revealed his true plan to most of them for the first time, making big promises and giving encouraging speeches, and marched toward the city, using "Apollo victorious" as their battle cry. He timed their march with the moon’s motion to benefit from her light on the way, aiming to reach the garden near the wall just as she was setting. Here, Caphisias arrived, who had failed to catch the dogs that had run away before he could grab them, but he had managed to secure the gardener. This left most of the group feeling disheartened and wanting to retreat, but Aratus motivated them to continue, promising to pull back if the dogs became too much of a problem; at the same time, he sent forward those carrying the ladders, led by Ecdelus and Mnasitheus, while he followed them at a relaxed pace, with the dogs already barking loudly and trailing behind Ecdelus and his companions. They made it to the wall and safely set up the ladders. However, as the first men were climbing up, the captain of the watch, meant to be relieved by the morning guard, came by ringing the bell, accompanied by many lights and a crowd of people. Hearing this, they pressed themselves tightly against the ladders, remaining unnoticed; but as the other watch approached to meet him, they were in serious danger of being discovered. Fortunately, when this also passed without noticing them, Mnasitheus and Ecdelus climbed onto the wall, took control of the paths inside and out, and sent Technon to Aratus, asking him to hurry as much as he could.
Now there was no great distance from the garden to the wall and to the tower, in which latter a large hound was kept. The hound did not hear their steps of himself, whether that he were naturally drowsy, or overwearied the day before, but, the gardener’s curs awaking him, he first began to growl and grumble in response, and then as they passed by to bark out aloud. And the barking was now so great, that the sentinel opposite shouted out to the dog’s keeper to know why the dog kept such a barking, and whether anything was the matter; who answered, that it was nothing, but only that his dog had been set barking by the lights of the watch and the noise of the bell. This reply much encouraged Aratus’s soldiers, who thought the dog’s keeper was privy to their design, and wished to conceal what was passing, and that many others in the city were of the conspiracy. But when they came to scale the wall, the attempt then appeared both to require time and to be full of danger, for the ladders shook and tottered extremely unless they mounted them leisurely and one by one, and time pressed, for the cocks began to crow, and the country people that used to bring things to the market would be coming to the town directly. Therefore Aratus made haste to get up himself, forty only of the company being already upon the wall, and, staying but for a few more of those that were below, he made straight to the tyrant’s house and the general’s office, where the mercenary soldiers passed the night, and, coming suddenly upon them, and taking them prisoners without killing any one of them, he immediately sent to all his friends in their houses to desire them to come to him, which they did from all quarters. By this time the day began to break, and the theater was filled with a multitude that were held in suspense by uncertain reports and knew nothing distinctly of what had happened, until a public crier came forward and proclaimed that Aratus, the son of Clinias, invited the citizens to recover their liberty.
Now, there wasn’t much distance from the garden to the wall and the tower, where a big hound was kept. The hound didn’t hear their footsteps, whether because he was naturally sleepy or exhausted from the day before. But when the gardener’s dogs woke him up, he first started to growl and grumble in response, and then, as they passed by, he barked loudly. The barking was so loud that the guard across the way shouted to the dog’s keeper to ask why the dog was barking so much and if something was wrong. The keeper replied that it was nothing special, just that his dog had been stirred up by the lights of the guard and the noise of the bell. This reassured Aratus’s soldiers, who thought the dog’s keeper was aware of their plan and was trying to hide what was happening, believing that many others in the city were part of the conspiracy. But when they reached the wall to climb it, the attempt seemed to require time and was very dangerous, as the ladders shook and wobbled unless they went up slowly and one at a time, and time was running out because the roosters started crowing, and the country folks who usually brought goods to the market would be arriving in town soon. So Aratus hurried to climb up himself, with only forty of his group already on the wall, and after waiting for a few more from below, he went straight to the tyrant’s house and the general’s office, where the mercenary soldiers were spending the night. Coming upon them unexpectedly, he captured them without killing anyone and immediately sent word to all his friends at their homes, asking them to join him, which they did from all around. By this time, day was beginning to break, and the theater was filled with a crowd that was kept in suspense by uncertain news and had no clear idea of what had happened, until a public crier stepped forward and announced that Aratus, the son of Clinias, was inviting the citizens to recover their freedom.
Then at last assured that what they so long looked for was come to pass, they pressed in throngs to the tyrant’s gates to set them on fire. And such a flame was kindled, the whole house catching fire, that it was seen as far as Corinth; so that the Corinthians, wondering what the matter could be, were upon the point of coming to their assistance. Nicocles fled away secretly out of the city by means of certain underground passages, and the soldiers, helping the Sicyonians to quench the fire, plundered the house. This Aratus hindered not, but divided also the rest of the riches of the tyrants amongst the citizens. In this exploit, not one of those engaged in it was slain, nor any of the contrary party, fortune so ordering the action as to be clear and free from civil bloodshed. He restored eighty exiles who had been expelled by Nicocles, and no less than five hundred who had been driven out by former tyrants and had endured a long banishment, pretty nearly, by this time, of fifty years’ duration. These returning, most of them very poor, were impatient to enter upon their former possessions, and, proceeding to their several farms and houses, gave great perplexity to Aratus, who considered that the city without was envied for its liberty and aimed at by Antigonus, and within was full of disorder and sedition. Wherefore, as things stood, he thought it best to associate it to the Achaean community, and so, although Dorians, they of their own will took upon them the name and citizenship of the Achaeans, who at that time had neither great repute nor much power. For the most of them lived in small towns, and their territory was neither large nor fruitful, and the neighboring sea was almost wholly without a harbor, breaking direct upon a rocky shore. But yet these above others made it appear that the Grecian courage was invincible, whensoever it could only have order and concord within itself and a prudent general to direct it. For though they had scarcely been counted as any part of the ancient Grecian power, and at this time did not equal the strength of one ordinary city, yet by prudence and unanimity, and because they knew how not to envy and malign, but to obey and follow him amongst them that was most eminent for virtue, they not only preserved their own liberty in the midst of so many great cities, military powers, and monarchies, but went on steadily saving and delivering from slavery great numbers of the Greeks.
Finally convinced that what they had been waiting for had happened, they surged towards the tyrant’s gates to set them on fire. A huge blaze erupted, engulfing the entire building, visible as far as Corinth. The Corinthians, curious about what was happening, nearly came to help. Nicocles secretly fled the city through underground passages, while the soldiers helped the Sicyonians put out the fire and plundered the house. Aratus did not stop this but also shared the rest of the tyrants' wealth among the citizens. In this endeavor, none of those involved were killed, nor any from the opposing side, as fortune ensured the event was free from civil bloodshed. He reinstated eighty exiles who had been expelled by Nicocles, as well as around five hundred who had been driven out by earlier tyrants and had faced nearly fifty years of banishment. Most of these returning exiles were very poor and eager to reclaim their former possessions. As they headed to their farms and houses, they caused significant concern for Aratus, who realized that outside, the city was envied for its freedom and targeted by Antigonus, while inside it was chaotic and divided. Therefore, given the circumstances, he decided it was best to align it with the Achaean league, and despite being Dorians, they willingly adopted the name and citizenship of the Achaeans, who at that time had little reputation or power. Most lived in small towns, and their land was neither large nor fertile, with the nearby sea mostly lacking a harbor, crashing directly onto a rocky shore. Yet, these individuals demonstrated that Greek courage was unbeatable whenever it maintained internal order and unity, along with a wise leader to guide it. Although they barely counted as part of the ancient Greek power and at that point did not match the strength of a single average city, through their wisdom and unity, and because they did not harbor envy or malice but chose to obey and follow the most virtuous among them, they not only preserved their own freedom amid countless great cities, military powers, and monarchies but also consistently rescued and liberated many Greeks from slavery.
As for Aratus, he was in his behavior a true statesman, high-minded, and more intent upon the public than his private concerns, a bitter hater of tyrants, making the common good the rule and law of his friendships and enmities. So that indeed he seems not to have been so faithful a friend, as he was a reasonable and gentle enemy, ready, according to the needs of the state, to suit himself on occasion to either side; concord between nations, brotherhood between cities, the council and the assembly unanimous in their votes, being the objects above all other blessings to which he was passionately devoted; backward, indeed, and diffident in the use of arms and open force, but in effecting a purpose underhand, and outwitting cities and potentates without observation, most politic and dexterous. Therefore, though he succeeded beyond hope in many enterprises which he undertook, yet he seems to have left quite as many unattempted, though feasible enough, for want of assurance. For it should seem, that, as the sight of certain beasts is strong in the night but dim by day, the tenderness of the humors of their eyes not bearing the contact of the light, so there is also one kind of human skill and sagacity which is easily daunted and disturbed in actions done in the open day and before the world, and recovers all its self-possession in secret and covert enterprises; which inequality is occasioned in noble minds for want of philosophy, a mere wild and uncultivated fruit of a virtue without true knowledge coming up; as might be made out by examples.
As for Aratus, he behaved like a true statesman, noble-minded and more focused on the public good than his own interests. He was a fierce opponent of tyrants, making the common good the basis for his friendships and rivalries. It seems he wasn’t always the most loyal friend, but rather a fair and gentle enemy, willing to adapt to either side based on the state’s needs. He was passionately devoted to harmony between nations, brotherhood among cities, and consensus in councils and assemblies, prioritizing these above all other blessings. While he was hesitant and reluctant when it came to using weapons and force, he was highly skilled and clever at achieving his goals through stealthy tactics, outsmarting cities and leaders without drawing attention. Therefore, even though he achieved more than expected in many ventures, he also left quite a few feasible ones unattempted due to a lack of confidence. It seems that, like some animals whose eyesight is sharp at night but poor during the day due to the sensitivity of their eyes, there’s a type of human skill and insight that can be intimidated and thrown off by open actions in the light, but regains its composure in secretive and covert tasks. This variation occurs in noble minds because of a deficiency in philosophy, resembling an untamed fruit of virtue that lacks true knowledge, which can be further demonstrated through examples.
Aratus, therefore, having associated himself and his city to the Achaeans, served in the cavalry, and made himself much beloved by his commanding officers for his exact obedience; for though he had made so large an addition to the common strength as that of his own credit and the power of his country, yet he was as ready as the most ordinary person to be commanded by the Achaean general of the time being, whether he were a man of Dymae, or of Tritaea, or any yet meaner town than these. Having also a present of five and twenty talents sent him from the king, he took them, but gave them all to his fellow-citizens, who wanted money, amongst other purposes, for the redemption of those who had been taken prisoners.
Aratus, therefore, allied himself and his city with the Achaeans, served in the cavalry, and became very popular with his commanding officers for his strict obedience. Even though he significantly boosted the collective strength with his reputation and his country’s power, he was just as willing as anyone to take orders from the current Achaean general, whether he was from Dymae, Tritaea, or an even lesser town. He also received a gift of twenty-five talents from the king, which he accepted but then gave entirely to his fellow citizens, who needed the money, among other things, to free those who had been captured.
But the exiles being by no means to be satisfied, disturbing continually those that were in possession of their estates, Sicyon was in great danger of falling into perfect desolation; so that, having no hope left but in the kindness of Ptolemy, he resolved to sail to him, and to beg so much money of him as might reconcile all parties. So he set sail from Mothone beyond Malea, designing to make the direct passage. But the pilot not being able to keep the vessel up against a strong wind and high waves that came in from the open sea, he was driven from his course, and with much ado got to shore in Andros, an enemy’s land, possessed by Antigonus, who had a garrison there. To avoid which he immediately landed, and, leaving the ship, went up into the country a good way from the sea, having along with him only one friend, called Timanthes; and throwing themselves into some ground thickly covered with wood, they had but an ill night’s rest of it. Not long after, the commander of the troops came, and, inquiring for Aratus, was deceived by his servants, who had been instructed to say that he had fled at once over into the island of Euboea. However, he declared the chip, the property on board of her, and the servants, to be lawful prize, and detained them accordingly. As for Aratus, after some few days, in his extremity by good fortune a Roman ship happened to put in just at the spot in which he made his abode, sometimes peeping out to seek his opportunity, sometimes keeping close. She was bound for Syria; but going aboard, he agreed with the master to land him in Caria. In which voyage he met with no less danger on the sea than before. From Caria being after much time arrived in Egypt, he immediately went to the king, who had a great kindness for him, and had received from him many presents of drawings and paintings out of Greece. Aratus had a very good judgment in them, and always took care to collect and send him the most curious and finished works, especially those of Pamphilus and Melanthus.
But the exiles were far from satisfied, constantly disturbing those who held their properties, and Sicyon was at great risk of falling into complete ruin. With no hope left except for the goodwill of Ptolemy, he decided to sail to him and ask for enough money to reconcile all parties involved. He set sail from Mothone beyond Malea, planning to take the direct route. However, the pilot struggled to keep the ship headed into the strong winds and high waves from the open sea, forcing them off course and eventually reaching the shore at Andros, which was enemy territory controlled by Antigonus, who had a garrison there. To avoid capture, he quickly disembarked, leaving the ship and traveling inland with just one friend, Timanthes. They found themselves in a heavily wooded area, where they had a poor night’s sleep. Not long after, the commander of the troops arrived, and, asking for Aratus, was misled by his servants, who had been instructed to claim he had fled to the island of Euboea. However, he declared the ship and its cargo, along with the servants, to be lawful prizes and seized them accordingly. As for Aratus, after a few days, luck struck when a Roman ship happened to dock near where he was hiding, sometimes looking out for opportunities and sometimes staying hidden. It was headed for Syria, but after boarding, he made a deal with the captain to drop him off in Caria. On this journey, he faced as much danger at sea as he had before. After a long time in Caria, he arrived in Egypt and immediately went to see the king, who had a great affection for him and had received many gifts of drawings and paintings from Greece. Aratus had a keen eye for art and always made sure to collect and send the most interesting and well-crafted works, especially those from Pamphilus and Melanthus.
For the Sicyonian pieces were still in the height of their reputation, as being the only ones whose colors were lasting; so that Apelles himself, even after he had become well known and admired, went thither, and gave a talent to be admitted into the society of the painters there, not so much to partake of their skill, which he wanted not, but of their credit. And accordingly Aratus, when he freed the city, immediately took down the representations of the rest of the tyrants, but demurred a long time about that of Aristratus, who flourished in the time of Philip. For this Aristratus was painted by Melanthus and his scholars, standing by a chariot, in which a figure of Victory was carried, Apelles himself having had a hand in it, as Polemon the geographer reports. It was an extraordinary piece, and therefore Aratus was fain to spare it for the workmanship, and yet, instigated by the hatred he bore the tyrants, commanded it to be taken down. But Nealces the painter, one of Aratus’s friends, entreated him, it is said, with tears in his eyes, to spare it, and, finding he did not prevail with him, told him at last he should carry on his war with the tyrants, but with the tyrants alone: “Let therefore the chariot and the Victory stand, and I will take means for the removal of Aristratus;” to which Aratus consenting, Nealces blotted out Aristratus, and in his place painted a palm-tree, not daring to add anything else of his own invention. The feet of the defaced figure of Aristratus are said to have escaped notice, and to be hid under the chariot. By these means Aratus got favor with the king, who, after he was more fully acquainted with him, loved him so much the more, and gave him for the relief of his city one hundred and fifty talents; forty of which he immediately carried away with him, when he sailed to Peloponnesus, but the rest the king divided into installments, and sent them to him afterwards at different times.
The Sicyonian works were still highly regarded for having the only long-lasting colors. Even Apelles, after gaining fame and admiration, went there and paid a talent to join the community of painters, not so much to learn from them, which he didn’t need, but to gain their prestige. When Aratus liberated the city, he quickly removed the depictions of the other tyrants, but hesitated for a long time about that of Aristratus, who was in power during Philip's time. Aristratus had been painted by Melanthus and his followers, standing next to a chariot that carried a figure of Victory, with Apelles contributing to it, as Polemon the geographer reports. It was an exceptional work, and because of its artistry, Aratus was reluctant to destroy it, yet driven by his hatred for the tyrants, he ordered its removal. However, Nealces the painter, one of Aratus's friends, reportedly begged him with tears in his eyes to save it, and when he saw his pleas were unsuccessful, he finally suggested that Aratus continue his fight against the tyrants, but only against them: "Let the chariot and Victory remain, and I will find a way to remove Aristratus." Aratus agreed, so Nealces painted over Aristratus and replaced him with a palm tree, not daring to add anything else of his own design. It's said that the feet of the erased Aristratus went unnoticed and were hidden beneath the chariot. Through these actions, Aratus gained favor with the king, who, after getting to know him better, liked him even more and gave him 150 talents for the support of his city. Aratus took 40 of these with him when he sailed to Peloponnesus, while the king later sent the rest in installments at different times.
Assuredly it was a great thing to procure for his fellow-citizens a sum of money, a small portion of which had been sufficient, when presented by a king to other captains and popular leaders, to induce them to turn dishonest, and betray and give away their native countries to him. But it was a much greater, that by means of this money he effected a reconciliation and good understanding between the rich and poor, and created quiet and security for the whole people. His moderation, also, amidst so great power was very admirable. For being declared sole arbitrator and plenipotentiary for settling the questions of property in the case of the exiles, he would not accept the commission alone, but, associating with himself fifteen of the citizens, with great pains and trouble he succeeded in adjusting matters, and established peace and good-will in the city, for which good service, not only all the citizens in general bestowed extraordinary honors upon him, but the exiles, apart by themselves, erecting his statue in brass, inscribed on it these elegiac verses: —
Surely, it was a significant achievement to secure a sum of money for his fellow citizens, a small part of which had been enough, when offered by a king to other leaders, to tempt them into dishonesty and betrayal of their homeland. But it was even more remarkable that, through this money, he brought about peace and understanding between the rich and the poor, creating calm and safety for everyone. His humility in the face of such power was also impressive. After being appointed the sole arbitrator and representative to settle property disputes involving the exiles, he didn’t take on the task alone. Instead, he invited fifteen citizens to join him, and after much effort, he managed to resolve the issues, fostering peace and goodwill in the city. Because of his valuable contributions, not only did all the citizens honor him greatly, but the exiles, on their own, erected a bronze statue of him with these elegiac verses inscribed on it: —
Your counsels, deeds, and skill for Greece in war
Known beyond Hercules’s pillars are;
But we this image, O Aratus, gave
Of you who saved us, to the gods who save,
By you from exile to our homes restored,
That virtue and that justice to record,
To which the blessing Sicyon owes this day
Of wealth that’s shared alike, and laws that all obey.
Your advice, actions, and talent in battle for Greece
Are known far beyond the Pillars of Hercules;
However, we, O Aratus, honored you
With this image, to the gods who protect,
For bringing us back from exile to our homes,
To document that virtue and justice,
To which Sicyon owes its prosperity today
Of shared wealth and laws that everyone follows.
By his success in effecting these things, Aratus secured himself from the envy of his fellow-citizens, on account of the benefits they felt he had done them; but king Antigonus being troubled in his mind about him, and designing either wholly to bring him over to his party, or else to make him suspected by Ptolemy, besides other marks of his favor shown to him, who had little mind to receive them, added this too, that, sacrificing to the gods in Corinth, he sent portions to Aratus at Sicyon, and at the feast, where were many guests, he said openly, “I thought this Sicyonian youth had been only a lover of liberty and of his fellow-citizens, but now I look upon him as a good judge of the manners and actions of kings. For formerly he despised us, and, placing his hopes further off, admired the Egyptian riches, hearing so much of their elephants, fleets, and palaces. But after seeing all these at a nearer distance, perceiving them to be but mere stage show and pageantry, he is now come over to us. And for my part I willingly receive him, and, resolving to make great use of him myself, command you to look upon him as a friend.” These words were soon taken hold of by those that envied and maligned him, who strove which of them should, in their letters to Ptolemy, attack him with the worst calumnies, so that Ptolemy sent to expostulate the matter with him; so much envy and ill-will did there always attend the so much contended for, and so ardently and passionately aspired to, friendships of princes and great men.
By successfully achieving these things, Aratus earned protection from the jealousy of his fellow citizens, who recognized the benefits he had provided. However, King Antigonus, troubled by his presence, wanted either to fully win him over to his side or to make him suspicious in Ptolemy's eyes. Despite showing Aratus various favors, which he was reluctant to accept, Antigonus also added this: while making sacrifices to the gods in Corinth, he sent portions to Aratus in Sicyon. During a feast with many guests, he openly stated, “I thought this young man from Sicyon only loved freedom and his fellow citizens, but now I see him as a keen observer of the behavior and actions of kings. In the past, he held us in contempt, looking to the riches of Egypt, enamored by their elephants, fleets, and palaces. But after seeing all these up close and realizing they are just superficial displays, he has now shifted his allegiance to us. Personally, I embrace him willingly and plan to make great use of him, so I command you to treat him as a friend.” Those who envied and despised Aratus quickly seized on these words, competing to see who could write the most damaging slanders about him to Ptolemy. As a result, Ptolemy sent a message to discuss the matter with him; so much jealousy and animosity were always tied to the intensely sought-after friendships of powerful leaders.
But Aratus, being now for the first time chosen general of the Achaeans, ravaged the country of Locris and Calydon, just over against Achaea, and then went to assist the Boeotians with ten thousand soldiers, but came not up to them until after the battle near Chaeronea had been fought, in which they were beaten by the Aetolians, with the loss of Aboeocritus the Boeotarch, and a thousand men besides. A year after, being again elected general, he resolved to attempt the capture of the Acro-Corinthus, not so much for the advantage of the Sicyonians or Achaeans, as considering that by expelling the Macedonian garrison he should free all Greece alike from a tyranny which oppressed every part of her. Chares the Athenian, having the good fortune to get the better, in a certain battle, of the king’s generals, wrote to the people of Athens that this victory was “sister to that at Marathon.” And so may this action be very safely termed sister to those of Pelopidas the Theban and Thrasybulus the Athenian, in which they slew the tyrants; except, perhaps, it exceed them upon this account, that it was not against natural Grecians, but against a foreign and stranger domination. The Isthmus, rising like a bank between the seas, collects into a single spot and compresses together the whole continent of Greece; and Acro-Corinthus, being a high mountain springing up out of the very middle of what here is Greece, whensoever it is held with a garrison, stands in the way and cuts off all Peloponnesus from intercourse of every kind, free passage of men and arms, and all traffic by sea and land, and makes him lord of all, that is master of it. Wherefore the younger Philip did not jest, but said very true, when he called the city of Corinth “the fetters of Greece.” So that this post was always much contended for, especially by the kings and tyrants; and so vehemently was it longed for by Antigonus, that his passion for it came little short of that of frantic love; he was continually occupied with devising how to take it by surprise from those that were then masters of it, since he despaired to do it by open force.
But Aratus, now elected as the general of the Achaeans for the first time, invaded the lands of Locris and Calydon, which are directly across from Achaea, and then went to help the Boeotians with ten thousand soldiers. However, he arrived after the battle near Chaeronea had already taken place, where they were defeated by the Aetolians, suffering the loss of Aboeocritus the Boeotarch and a thousand men besides. A year later, after being re-elected as general, he decided to try to capture the Acro-Corinthus, not just for the benefit of the Sicyonians or Achaeans, but because he believed that by getting rid of the Macedonian garrison, he would free all of Greece from a tyranny that oppressed every part of it. Chares the Athenian, after successfully defeating the king’s generals in a certain battle, wrote to the people of Athens that this victory was “sister to that at Marathon.” This event can similarly be seen as a sister act to those of Pelopidas the Theban and Thrasybulus the Athenian, who also killed tyrants; except perhaps it surpasses them in this respect, that it was not against fellow Greeks, but against foreign domination. The Isthmus, rising like a dam between the seas, gathers the entire continent of Greece into one compact area; and Acro-Corinthus, towering up from the very center of Greece, whenever held by a garrison, obstructs and isolates all of Peloponnesus from any form of interaction, allowing only the master of it to control free passage of people and goods, both by land and sea. Hence, the younger Philip was not joking when he accurately referred to the city of Corinth as “the fetters of Greece.” Therefore, this position has always been hotly contested, particularly by kings and tyrants; and Antigonus desired it so intensely that his longing for it was almost like a frenzied love—he was constantly trying to figure out how to capture it by surprise from those who were in control at that time, as he was hopeless about taking it by direct force.
Therefore Alexander, who held the place, being dead, poisoned by him, as is reported, and his wife Nicaea succeeding in the government and the possession of Acro-Corinthus, he immediately made use of his son, Demetrius, and, giving her pleasing hopes of a royal marriage and of a happy life with a youth, whom a woman now growing old might well find agreeable, with this lure of his son he succeeded in taking her; but the place itself she did not deliver up, but continued to hold it with a very strong garrison, of which he seeming to take no notice, celebrated the wedding in Corinth, entertaining them with shows and banquets everyday, as one that has nothing else in his mind but to give himself up for awhile to indulgence in pleasure and mirth. But when the moment came, and Amoebeus began to sing in the theater, he waited himself upon Nicaea to the play, she being carried in a royally-decorated chair, extremely pleased with her new honor, not dreaming of what was intended. As soon, therefore, as they were come to the turning which led up to the citadel, he desired her to go on before him to the theater, but for himself, bidding farewell to the music, farewell to the wedding, he went on faster than one would have thought his age would have admitted to the Acro-Corinthus, and, finding the gate shut, knocked with his staff, commanding them to open, which they within, being amazed, did. And having thus made himself master of the place, he could not contain himself for joy; but, though an old man, and one that had seen so many turns of fortune, he must needs revel it in the open streets and the midst of the market-place, crowned with garlands and attended with flute-women, inviting everybody he met to partake in his festivity. So much more does joy without discretion transport and agitate the mind than either fear or sorrow. Antigonus, therefore, having in this manner possessed himself of Acro-Corinthus, put a garrison into it of those he trusted most, making Persaeus the philosopher governor.
So, Alexander, who was in charge, was dead, reportedly poisoned by him, and his wife Nicaea took over the leadership and control of Acro-Corinthus. He quickly involved his son, Demetrius, and gave her hopeful promises of a royal marriage and a happy life with a young man, which an older woman would likely find appealing. With this bait, he managed to win her over; however, she didn’t give up the place and kept a strong garrison there. He seemed to ignore this as he celebrated the wedding in Corinth, throwing daily shows and banquets, acting like he had nothing on his mind but enjoying pleasure and fun. But when the moment came, and Amoebeus started singing in the theater, he went with Nicaea to the performance, her being carried in a beautifully decorated chair, thrilled with her new honor, completely unaware of his intentions. Once they reached the turn that led up to the citadel, he asked her to proceed ahead to the theater while he, bidding farewell to the music and the wedding festivities, hurried faster than anyone would expect for someone his age to Acro-Corinthus. When he found the gate closed, he knocked with his staff, commanding them to open it, which they did in shock. Having taken control of the place, he couldn’t contain his joy and, even as an old man who had gone through many ups and downs, he had to celebrate openly in the streets and in the market, crowned with garlands and accompanied by flute players, inviting everyone he encountered to join in his celebration. Joy without discretion often overwhelms the mind more than fear or sorrow. So, in this way, Antigonus took over Acro-Corinthus, placing his most trusted soldiers there and making the philosopher Persaeus the governor.
Now Aratus, even in the lifetime of Alexander, had made an attempt, but, a confederacy being made between Alexander and the Achaeans, he desisted. But now he started afresh, with a new plan of effecting the thing, which was this: there were in Corinth four brothers, Syrians born, one of whom, called Diocles, served as a soldier in the garrison, but the three others, having stolen some gold of the king’s, came to Sicyon, to one Aegias, a banker, whom Aratus made use of in his business. To him they immediately sold part of their gold, and the rest one of them, called Erginus, coming often thither, exchanged by parcels. Becoming, by this means, familiarly acquainted with Aegias, and being by him led into discourses concerning the fortress, he told him that in going up to his brother he had observed, in the face of the rock, a side-cleft, leading to that part of the wall of the castle which was lower than the rest. At which Aegias joking with him and saying, “So, you wise man, for the sake of a little gold you have broken into the king’s treasure; when you might, if you chose, get money in abundance for a single hour’s work, burglary, you know, and treason being punished with the same death,” Erginus laughed and told him then, he would break the thing to Diocles (for he did not altogether trust his other brothers), and, returning within a few days, he bargained to conduct Aratus to that part of the wall where it was no more than fifteen feet high, and to do what else should be necessary, together with his brother Diocles.
Now Aratus, even while Alexander was still alive, had tried to take action, but he backed off when Alexander formed an alliance with the Achaeans. But now he was starting again, with a new strategy. There were four brothers from Syria in Corinth; one of them, Diocles, was a soldier in the garrison. The other three had stolen some gold from the king and came to Sicyon, where they met Aegias, a banker who Aratus worked with. They quickly sold part of the gold to him, and the rest was exchanged in smaller amounts by one brother, Erginus, who visited frequently. As they got to know Aegias better, he mentioned that on his way to visit his brother, he had seen a crack in the rock face that led to a part of the castle wall that was lower than the others. Aegias joked with him, saying, “So, you clever guy, for a bit of gold you’ve broken into the king’s treasure; when you could easily earn big money for just an hour's work, since burglary and treason both lead to the same punishment.” Erginus laughed and said he would share this with Diocles (since he didn’t completely trust his other brothers), and after a few days, he agreed to take Aratus to the part of the wall that was only about fifteen feet high, along with his brother Diocles, to help with whatever else was needed.
Aratus, therefore, agreed to give them sixty talents if he succeeded, but if he failed in his enterprise, and yet he and they came off safe, then he would give each of them a house and a talent. Now the threescore talents being to be deposited in the hands of Aegias for Erginus and his partners, and Aratus neither having so much by him, nor willing, by borrowing it from others, to give anyone a suspicion of his design, he pawned his plate and his wife’s golden ornaments to Aegias for the money. For so high was his temper, and so strong his passion for noble actions, that, even as he had heard that Phocion and Epaminondas were the best and justest of the Greeks, because they refused the greatest presents and would not surrender their duty for money, so he now chose to be at the expense of this enterprise privately, and to advance all the cost out of his own property, taking the whole hazard on himself for the sake of the rest that did not so much as know what was doing. And who indeed can withhold, even now, his admiration for and his sympathy with the generous mind of one, who paid so largely to purchase so great a risk, and lent out his richest possessions to have an opportunity to expose his own life, by entering among his enemies in the dead of the night, without desiring any other security for them than the hope of a noble success.
Aratus, therefore, agreed to pay them sixty talents if he succeeded, but if he failed in his mission and they all remained safe, he would give each of them a house and a talent. Since he needed to deposit the sixty talents with Aegias for Erginus and his partners, and Aratus neither had that much on hand nor wanted to raise suspicion by borrowing from others, he pawned his silverware and his wife's gold jewelry to Aegias for the money. His lofty spirit and strong desire for noble deeds were so great that, just as he admired Phocion and Epaminondas for being the best and most just Greeks—since they refused great gifts and would not abandon their duties for money—he chose to cover the costs of this undertaking himself and take all the risks alone for the sake of others who didn’t even know what was happening. And who can fail to admire and sympathize with the generous mindset of someone who invested so much to take on such a great risk, risking his own life by sneaking among his enemies in the dead of night, expecting nothing more than the hope of a noble success for their safety?
Now the enterprise, though dangerous enough in itself, was made much more so by an error happening through mistake in the very beginning. For Technon, one of Aratus’s servants, was sent away to Diocles, that they might together view the wall. Now he had never seen Diocles, but made no question of knowing him by the marks Erginus had given him of him; namely, that he had curly hair, a swarthy complexion, and no beard. Being come, therefore, to the appointed place, he stayed waiting for Erginus and Diocles outside the town, in front of the place called Ornis. In the meantime, Dionysius, elder brother to Erginus and Diocles, who knew nothing at all of the matter, but much resembled Diocles, happened to pass by. Technon, upon this likeness, all being in accordance with what he had been told, asked him if he knew Erginus; and on his replying that he was his brother, taking it for granted that he was speaking with Diocles, not so much as asking his name or staying for any other token, he gave him his hand, and began to discourse with him and ask him questions about matters agreed upon with Erginus. Dionysius, cunningly taking the advantage of his mistake, seemed to understand him very well, and returning towards the city, led him on, still talking, without any suspicion. And being now near the gate, he was just about to seize on him, when by chance again Erginus met them, and, apprehending the cheat and the danger, beckoned to Technon to make his escape, and immediately both of them, betaking themselves to their heels, ran away as fast as they could to Aratus, who for all this despaired not, but immediately sent away Erginus to Dionysius to bribe him to hold his tongue. And he not only effected that, but also brought him along with him to Aratus. But, when they had him, they no longer left him at liberty, but binding him, they kept him close shut up in a room, whilst they prepared for executing their design.
Now, the venture, while risky enough on its own, became even more dangerous due to a mistake made right at the start. Technon, one of Aratus’s servants, was sent to meet Diocles so they could check out the wall together. Technon had never seen Diocles before, but he was confident he could recognize him based on the description Erginus had given: curly hair, a dark complexion, and no beard. When he arrived at the designated spot, he waited for Erginus and Diocles outside the town, in front of a place called Ornis. Meanwhile, Dionysius, the older brother of Erginus and Diocles, who knew nothing about what was happening but looked a lot like Diocles, happened to walk by. Technon, seeing the resemblance and recalling what he had been told, asked him if he knew Erginus. When Dionysius replied that he was his brother, Technon mistakenly assumed he was talking to Diocles. Without asking his name or waiting for any further confirmation, he shook his hand and started talking to him, asking questions about the plans he had discussed with Erginus. Dionysius, cleverly taking advantage of Technon's mistake, pretended to understand him perfectly and started leading him back toward the city, still chatting away without raising any suspicions. As they neared the gate, Dionysius was just about to capture him when, by chance, Erginus spotted them and realized the deception and the danger. He signaled for Technon to flee, and both of them quickly ran away to Aratus. Despite all this, Aratus did not lose hope but immediately sent Erginus to Dionysius to bribe him into silence. Not only did he manage to do that, but he also brought Dionysius back with him to Aratus. However, once they had him, they didn’t let him go free; instead, they bound him and kept him locked in a room while they prepared to carry out their plan.
All things being now ready, he commanded the rest of his forces to pass the night by their arms, and taking with him four hundred chosen men, few of whom knew what they were going about, he led them to the gates by the temple of Juno. It was the midst of summer, and the moon was at full, and the night so clear without any clouds, that there was danger lest the arms glistening in the moonlight should discover them. But as the foremost of them came near the city, a mist came off from the sea, and darkened the city itself and the outskirts about it. Then the rest of them, sitting down, put off their shoes, because men both make less noise and also climb surer, if they go up ladders barefooted, but Erginus, taking with him seven young men dressed like travelers, got unobserved to the gate, and killed the sentry with the other guards. And at the same time the ladders were clapped to the walls, and Aratus, having in great haste got up a hundred men, commended the rest to follow as they could, and immediately drawing up his ladders after him, he marched through the city with his hundred men towards the castle, being already overjoyed that he was undiscovered, and not doubting of the success. But while still they were some way off, a watch of four men came with a light, who did not see them, because they were still in the shade of the moon, but were seen plainly enough themselves as they came on directly towards them. So withdrawing a little way amongst some walls and plots for houses, they lay in wait for them; and three of them they killed. But the fourth, being wounded in the head with a sword, fled, crying out that the enemy was in the city. And immediately the trumpets sounded, and all the city was in an uproar at what had happened, and the streets were full of people running up and down, and many lights were seen shining both below in the town, and above in the castle, and a confused noise was to be heard in all parts.
With everything now set, he ordered the rest of his troops to stand guard through the night and took four hundred select men with him, most of whom didn’t know what they were getting into, leading them toward the gates by the temple of Juno. It was the middle of summer, the moon was full, and the night was so clear that there was a risk of their weapons shining in the moonlight giving them away. But as the first of them approached the city, a mist rolled in from the sea, shrouding the city and its surroundings. Then the rest of the men sat down and took off their shoes, as moving barefoot is quieter and allows for better climbing on ladders. However, Erginus, taking seven young men dressed like travelers, slipped unnoticed to the gate and killed the sentry and the other guards. At the same time, the ladders were set against the walls, and Aratus quickly gathered a hundred men, urging the rest to follow as best they could. He pulled up his ladders behind him and led his hundred men through the city towards the castle, already thrilled to be undetected and confident of their success. But while they were still a distance away, a watch of four men came with a light; they didn’t see Aratus's group because they were still in the shadow of the moon, but the watchmen were clearly visible as they approached. So, stepping back a little behind some walls and around some buildings, Aratus and his men ambushed them, killing three. But the fourth man, wounded in the head by a sword, fled, shouting that the enemy was in the city. Immediately, the trumpets sounded, and chaos erupted throughout the city at what had occurred. The streets were filled with people running around, and lights were visible both below in the town and above in the castle, along with a confused din heard from all directions.
In the meantime, Aratus was hard at work struggling to get up the rocks, at first slowly and with much difficulty, straying continually from the path, which lay deep, and was overshadowed with the crags, leading to the wall with many windings and turnings; but the moon immediately and as if by miracle, it is said, dispersing the clouds, shone out and gave light to the most difficult part of the way, until he got to that part of the wall he desired, and there she overshadowed and hid him, the clouds coming together again. Those soldiers whom Aratus had left outside the gate, near Juno’s temple, to the number of three hundred, entering the town, now full of tumult and lights, and not knowing the way by which the former had gone, and finding no track of them, slunk aside, and crowded together in one body under a flank of the cliff that cast a strong shadow, and there stood and waited in great distress and perplexity. For, by this time, those that had gone with Aratus were attacked with missiles from the citadel, and were busy fighting, and a sound of cries of battle came down from above, and a loud noise, echoed back and back from the mountain sides, and therefore confused and uncertain whence it proceeded, was heard on all sides. They being thus in doubt which way to turn themselves, Archelaus, the commander of Antigonus’s troops, having a great number of soldiers with him, made up towards the castle with great shouts and noise of trumpets to fall upon Aratus’s people, and passed by the three hundred, who, as if they had risen out of an ambush, immediately charged him, killing the first they encountered, and so affrighted the rest, together with Archelaus, that they put them to flight and pursued them until they had quite broke and dispersed them about the city. No sooner were these defeated, but Erginus came to them from those that were fighting above, to acquaint them that Aratus was engaged with the enemy, who defended themselves very stoutly, and there was a fierce conflict at the very wall, and need of speedy help. They therefore desired him to lead them on without delay, and, marching up, they by their shouts made their friends understand who they were, and encouraged them; and the full moon, shining on their arms, made them, in the long line by which they advanced, appear more in number to the enemy than they were; and the echo of the night multiplied their shouts. In short, falling on with the rest, they made the enemy give way, and were masters of the castle and garrison, day now beginning to be bright, and the rising sun shining out upon their success. By this time, also, the rest of his army came up to Aratus from Sicyon, the Corinthians joyfully receiving them at the gates and helping them to secure the king’s party.
In the meantime, Aratus was struggling to climb the rocks, initially moving slowly and with great difficulty, often losing his way on the deep, winding path that was overshadowed by cliffs, leading to the wall. But then, as if by a miracle, the moon is said to have suddenly cleared the clouds and illuminated the hardest part of the route until he reached the section of the wall he wanted, where it then hid him again as the clouds gathered. The soldiers Aratus had left outside the gate, near Juno’s temple, numbering about three hundred, entered the town, now full of chaos and lights, unsure of the path Aratus had taken and finding no trace of him. They slipped aside and huddled together under a shadowy cliff, waiting anxiously and confused. By this time, those who had gone with Aratus were under attack from missiles launched from the citadel, engaged in battle. The sound of battle cries echoed down from above, alongside a loud noise that bounced off the mountainsides, creating confusion about where it came from. In their uncertainty about which way to turn, Archelaus, the commander of Antigonus’s forces, with a large contingent of soldiers, approached the castle, shouting loudly and sounding trumpets to launch an attack on Aratus’s men. They passed by the three hundred, who, as if emerging from an ambush, charged at him, killing the first person they encountered. This frightened the rest, including Archelaus, causing them to flee as they pursued them and completely scattered them throughout the city. Once these forces were defeated, Erginus arrived from those who were fighting above to inform them that Aratus was engaged with the enemy, who were fiercely defending themselves, and there was urgent need for support. They asked him to lead them without delay, and as they marched upward, their shouts helped their allies recognize who they were and boosted their morale; the full moon shining on their weapons made them appear more numerous to the enemy than they actually were, and the echoes at night amplified their shouts. In short, joining the fight with the others, they pushed the enemy back and took control of the castle and garrison, as dawn began to brighten and the sun rose to shine on their victory. By this time, the rest of Aratus’s army had also arrived from Sicyon, with the Corinthians joyously welcoming them at the gates and assisting them in securing the king's forces.
And now, having put all things into a safe posture, he came down from the castle to the theater, an infinite number of people crowding thither to see him and to hear what he would say to the Corinthians. Therefore drawing up the Achaeans on each side of the stage-passages, he came forward himself upon the stage, with his corslet still on, and his face showing the effects of all his hard work and want of sleep, so that his natural exultation and joyfulness of mind were overborne by the weariness of his body. The people, as soon as he came forth, breaking out into great applauses and congratulations, he took his spear in his right hand, and, resting his body upon it with his knee a little bent, stood a good while in that posture, silently receiving their shouts and acclamations, while they extolled his valor and wondered at his fortune; which being over, standing up, he began an oration in the name of the Achaeans, suitable to the late action, persuading the Corinthians to associate themselves to the Achaeans, and withal delivered up to them the keys of their gates, which had never been in their power since the time of king Philip. Of the captains of Antigonus, he dismissed Archelaus, whom he had taken prisoner, and Theophrastus, who refused to quit his post, he put to death. As for Persaeus, when he saw the castle was lost, he had got away to Cenchreae, where, some time after, discoursing with one that said to him that the wise man only is a true general, “Indeed,” he replied, “none of Zeno’s maxims once pleased me better than this, but I have been converted to another opinion by the young man of Sicyon.” This is told by many of Persaeus. Aratus, immediately after, made himself master of the temple of Juno and haven of Lechaeum, seized upon five and twenty of the king’s ships, together with five hundred horses and four hundred Syrians; these he sold. The Achaeans kept guard in the Acro-Corinthus with a body of four hundred soldiers, and fifty dogs with as many keepers.
And now, having secured everything, he came down from the castle to the theater, where a huge crowd had gathered to see him and hear what he had to say to the Corinthians. After organizing the Achaeans on either side of the stage entrances, he stepped onto the stage, still wearing his armor. His face showed the strain of all his hard work and lack of sleep, which overshadowed his natural excitement and joy. As soon as he appeared, the crowd erupted in loud applause and cheers. He took his spear in his right hand, leaned on it with his knee slightly bent, and stood for a while, quietly absorbing their cheers and admiration as they praised his bravery and marveled at his success. When the applause died down, he stood up and began a speech on behalf of the Achaeans, urging the Corinthians to ally with them and presenting them with the keys to their gates, which they hadn’t controlled since King Philip's time. He released Archelaus, one of Antigonus’s captains, whom he had captured, but executed Theophrastus, who refused to abandon his post. As for Persaeus, after realizing that the castle was lost, he escaped to Cenchreae, where, some time later, he remarked to someone who said that only the wise man is a true general, “Actually, none of Zeno's sayings ever resonated with me more than this, but I've changed my mind after meeting the young man from Sicyon.” Many people recount this about Persaeus. Shortly afterward, Aratus took control of the temple of Juno and the harbor of Lechaeum, capturing twenty-five of the king’s ships, along with five hundred horses and four hundred Syrians, all of which he sold. The Achaeans maintained a guard at Acro-Corinthus with four hundred soldiers and fifty dogs, along with as many handlers.
The Romans, extolling Philopoemen, called him the last of the Grecians, as if no great man had ever since his time been bred amongst them. But I should call this capture of the Acro-Corinthus the last of the Grecian exploits, being comparable to the best of them, both for the daringness of it, and the success, as was presently seen by the consequences. For the Megarians, revolting from Antigonus, joined Aratus, and the Troezenians and Epidaurians enrolled themselves in the Achaean community, and issuing forth for the first time, he entered Attica, and passing over into Salamis, he plundered the island, turning the Achaean force every way, as if it were just let loose out of prison and set at liberty. All freemen whom he took he sent back to the Athenians without ransom, as a sort of first invitation to them to come over to the league. He made Ptolemy become a confederate of the Achaeans, with the privilege of command both by sea and land. And so great was his power with them, that since he could not by law be chosen their general every year, yet every other year he was, and by his counsels and actions was in effect always so. For they perceived that neither riches nor reputation, nor the friendship of kings, nor the private interest of his own country, nor anything else was so dear to him as the increase of the Achaean power and greatness. For he believed that the cities, weak individually, could be preserved by nothing else but a mutual assistance under the closest bond of the common interest; and, as the members of the body live and breathe by the union of all in a single natural growth, and on the dissolution of this, when once they separate, pine away and putrefy, in the same manner are cities ruined by being dissevered, as well as preserved when, as the members of one great body they enjoy the benefit of that providence and counsel that govern the whole.
The Romans praised Philopoemen, calling him the last of the Greeks, as if no great man had emerged among them since his time. However, I would consider the capture of the Acro-Corinthus to be the last of the Grecian feats, comparable to the best, both in its boldness and success, as was quickly shown by the results. The Megarians, turning against Antigonus, joined Aratus, while the Troezenians and Epidaurians became part of the Achaean league, and for the first time, he led them into Attica. Crossing over to Salamis, he plundered the island, unleashing the Achaean forces as if they had just been freed from prison. He sent all the free men he captured back to the Athenians without ransom, as a kind of initial invitation for them to join the league. He got Ptolemy to ally with the Achaeans, giving him the ability to command both at sea and on land. His influence was so strong that even though he couldn’t be elected their general every year, he was chosen every other year and essentially remained in that role through his advice and actions. They realized that neither wealth nor fame, nor the support of kings, nor his own country’s interests mattered to him as much as the growth of Achaean power and greatness. He believed that the cities, which were weak on their own, could only be protected through mutual support under a strong bond of common interest; and just like the parts of a body survive and thrive together in one natural unity, when they separate, they weaken and decay, cities too are destroyed when they are divided but thrive when, like the parts of a single great body, they benefit from the shared guidance that oversees the whole.
Now being distressed to see that, whereas the chief neighboring cities enjoyed their own laws and liberties, the Argives were in bondage, he took counsel for destroying their tyrant Aristomachus, being very desirous both to pay his debt of gratitude to the city where he had been bred up, by restoring it its liberty, and to add so considerable a town to the Achaeans. Nor were there some wanting who had the courage to undertake the thing, of whom Aeschylus and Charimenes the soothsayer were the chief. But they wanted swords; for the tyrant had prohibited the keeping of any under a great penalty. Therefore Aratus, having provided some small daggers at Corinth and hidden them in the pack-saddles of some pack-horses that carried ordinary ware, sent them to Argos. But Charimenes letting another person into the design, Aeschylus and his partners were angry at it, and henceforth would have no more to do with him, and took their measures by themselves, and Charimenes, on finding this, went, out of anger, and informed against them, just as they were on their way to attack the tyrant; however, the most of them made a shift to escape out of the marketplace, and fled to Corinth. Not long after, Aristomachus was slain by some slaves, and Aristippus, a worse tyrant than he, seized the government. Upon this, Aratus, mustering all the Achaeans present that were of age, hurried away to the aid of the city, believing that he should find the people ready to join with him. But the greater number being by this time habituated to slavery and content to submit, and no one coming to join him, he was obliged to retire, having moreover exposed the Achaeans to the charge of committing acts of hostility in the midst of peace; upon which account they were sued before the Mantineans, and, Aratus not making his appearance, Aristippus gained the cause, and had damages allowed him to the value of thirty minae. And now hating and fearing Aratus, he sought means to kill him, having the assistance herein of king Antigonus; so that Aratus was perpetually dogged and watched by those that waited for an opportunity to do this service. But there is no such safeguard of a ruler as the sincere and steady good-will of his subjects, for, where both the common people and the principal citizens have their fears not of but for their governor, he sees with many eyes and hears with many ears whatsoever is doing. Therefore I cannot but here stop short a little in the course of my narrative, to describe the manner of life which the so much envied arbitrary power and the so much celebrated and admired pomp and pride of absolute government obliged Aristippus to lead.
Seeing that while the main neighboring cities enjoyed their own laws and freedoms, the Argives were oppressed, he sought a way to overthrow their tyrant, Aristomachus. He was eager to repay his debt of gratitude to the city where he grew up by restoring its freedom and to add such an important town to the Achaeans. There were some who were willing to take on the task, with Aeschylus and the soothsayer Charimenes being the foremost among them. However, they lacked swords because the tyrant had banned keeping any, under severe penalties. So, Aratus acquired some small daggers in Corinth and hid them in the packs of mules carrying ordinary goods, sending them to Argos. But when Charimenes shared their plan with another person, Aeschylus and his allies became angry with him and decided to proceed without him. In retaliation, Charimenes, out of anger, informed against them just as they were heading to confront the tyrant. Most of them managed to escape from the marketplace and fled to Corinth. Shortly after, Aristomachus was killed by some slaves, and Aristippus, an even worse tyrant, took control. In response, Aratus gathered all available Achaeans and rushed to help the city, believing the people would be eager to join him. However, most had become accustomed to slavery and were content to stay submissive, leading him to retreat while also exposing the Achaeans to accusations of hostility during a time of peace. Because of this, they were sued by the Mantineans, and as Aratus did not show up, Aristippus won the case and was awarded damages amounting to thirty minae. Now hating and fearing Aratus, he sought ways to have him killed with the help of King Antigonus, making Aratus constantly followed and watched by those looking for an opportunity to act. However, there’s no better protection for a ruler than the genuine and unwavering goodwill of their subjects. When both the common people and the leading citizens are fearful not of but for their governor, he can see and hear everything that happens around him. Therefore, I feel compelled to pause in my narrative to describe the way of life that the much-envied arbitrary power and the celebrated pomp of absolute rule forced Aristippus to endure.
For though Antigonus was his friend and ally, and though he maintained numerous soldiers to act as his body-guard, and had not left one enemy of his alive in the city, yet he was forced to make his guards encamp in the colonnade about his house; and for his servants, he turned them all out immediately after supper, and then shutting the doors upon them, he crept up into a small upper chamber, together with his mistress, through a trapdoor, upon which he placed his bed, and there slept after: such a fashion, as one in his condition can be supposed to sleep, that is, interruptedly and in fear. The ladder was taken away by the woman’s mother, and locked up in another room; in the morning she brought it again, and putting it to, called up this brave and wonderful tyrant, who came crawling out like some creeping thing out of its hole. Whereas Aratus, not by force of arms, but lawfully and by his virtue, lived in possession of a firmly settled command, wearing the ordinary coat and cloak, being the common and declared enemy of all tyrants, and has left behind him a noble race of descendants surviving among the Grecians to this day; while those occupiers of citadels and maintainers of bodyguards, who made all this use of arms and gates and bolts to protect their lives, in some few cases perhaps escaped, like the hare from the hunters; but in no instance have we either house or family, or so much as a tomb to which any respect is shown, remaining to preserve the memory of any one of them.
Although Antigonus was his friend and ally, and he had a lot of soldiers as his bodyguard and had killed every enemy in the city, he still had to make his guards camp in the colonnade around his house. He sent his servants away right after dinner and then, locking the doors behind them, he sneaked up into a small upper room with his mistress through a trapdoor, which he put his bed on, and there he slept in a way that someone in his position might, meaning fitfully and in fear. The ladder was taken away by the woman’s mother and locked in another room; in the morning, she brought it back, set it up, and called this brave and remarkable tyrant, who crawled out like some creature from its hole. In contrast, Aratus, not through force of arms but through lawful means and his virtue, held a solid command, dressed in common clothing, and was a known enemy of all tyrants. He has left a noble lineage that still exists among the Greeks today. Meanwhile, those who occupied fortified places and relied on bodyguards—using arms and secured gates to protect themselves—maybe escaped in a few cases, like a hare eluding hunters, but in no instance have we seen a home or family, or even a tomb, that anyone honors to keep the memory of any of them alive.
Against this Aristippus, therefore, Aratus made many open and many secret attempts, whilst he endeavored to take Argos, though without success; once, particularly, clapping scaling ladders in the night to the wall, he desperately got up upon it with a few of his soldiers, and killed the guards that opposed him. But the day appearing, the tyrant set upon him on all hands, whilst the Argives, as if it had not been their liberty that was contended for, but some Nemean game going on for which it was their privilege to assign the prize, like fair and impartial judges, sat looking on in great quietness. Aratus, fighting bravely, was run through the thigh with a lance, yet he maintained his ground against the enemy till night, and, had he been able to go on and hold out that night also, he had gained his point; for the tyrant thought of nothing but flying, and had already shipped most of his goods. But Aratus, having no intelligence of this, and wanting water, being disabled himself by his wound, retreated with his soldiers.
Against Aristippus, Aratus made many attempts, both public and private, to take Argos, but he was unsuccessful. One night, he cleverly set up scaling ladders against the wall, managed to climb up with a few of his soldiers, and killed the guards who tried to stop him. However, when day broke, the tyrant attacked him from all sides, while the Argives, as if it were not their freedom that was at stake but rather a Nemean game for which they could judge the prize, watched calmly and without taking sides. Aratus fought bravely and was wounded in the thigh by a lance, yet he held his ground against the enemy until night fell. If he had been able to continue and hold out through that night, he would have succeeded; the tyrant was only thinking about fleeing and had already packed most of his belongings. But Aratus, unaware of this and needing water, and hindered by his wound, retreated with his soldiers.
Despairing henceforth to do any good this way, he fell openly with his army into Argolis, and plundered it, and, in a fierce battle with Aristippus near the river Chares, he was accused of having withdrawn out of the fight, and thereby abandoned the victory. For whereas one part of his army had unmistakably got the better, and was pursuing the enemy at a good distance from him, he yet retreated in confusion into his camp, not so much because he was overpressed by those with whom he was engaged, as out of mistrust of success and through a panic fear. But when the other wing, returning from the pursuit, showed themselves extremely vexed, that though they had put the enemy to flight and killed many more of his men than they had lost, yet those that were in a manner conquered should erect a trophy as conquerors, being much ashamed he resolved to fight them again about the trophy, and the next day but one drew up his army to give them battle. But, perceiving that they were reinforced with fresh troops, and came on with better courage than before, he durst not hazard a fight, but retired, and sent to request a truce to bury his dead. However, by his dexterity in dealing personally with men and managing political affairs, and by his general favor, he excused and obliterated this fault, and brought in Cleonae to the Achaean association, and celebrated the Nemean games at Cleonae, as the proper and more ancient place for them. The games were also celebrated by the Argives at the same time, which gave the first occasion to the violation of the privilege of safe conduct and immunity always granted to those that came to compete for the prizes, the Achaeans at that time selling as enemies all those they caught going through their country after joining in the games at Argos. So vehement and implacable a hater was he of the tyrants.
Despairing of achieving anything good this way, he openly led his army into Argolis and looted it. In a fierce battle with Aristippus near the river Chares, he was accused of backing out of the fight and thereby missing the chance for victory. While one part of his army was clearly winning and chasing the enemy at a safe distance, he retreated in confusion to his camp, not so much because he was overwhelmed by those he was fighting, but out of doubt about success and sheer panic. When the other wing returned from the chase, visibly upset that although they had routed the enemy and killed far more of their men than they had lost, those who were essentially defeated were planning to set up a trophy as victors, he felt ashamed and decided to fight them again over the trophy. Two days later, he assembled his army to battle them again. However, noticing they had been reinforced with fresh troops and were approaching with more confidence than before, he didn’t dare risk a fight, but instead withdrew and sent a request for a truce to bury his dead. Nevertheless, thanks to his skillful handling of people and political matters, and his general popularity, he managed to excuse and erase this fault, bringing Cleonae into the Achaean alliance and hosting the Nemean games at Cleonae, considering it the proper and more traditional location for them. The games were also being held by the Argives at that time, which led to the first breach of the privilege of safe conduct and immunity always granted to those who came to compete for the prizes. At that time, the Achaeans treated all those they captured passing through their land after participating in the games at Argos as enemies. He had such a fierce and relentless hatred for the tyrants.
Not long after, having notice that Aristippus had a design upon Cleonae, but was afraid of him, because he then was staying in Corinth, he assembled an army by public proclamation, and, commanding them to take along with them provision for several days, he marched to Cenchreae, hoping by this stratagem to entice Aristippus to fall upon Cleonae, when he supposed him far enough off. And so it happened, for he immediately brought his forces against it from Argos. But Aratus, returning from Cenchreae to Corinth in the dusk of the evening, and setting posts of his troops in all the roads, led on the Achaeans, who followed him in such good order and with so much speed and alacrity, that they were undiscovered by Aristippus, not only whilst upon their march, but even when they got, still in the night, into Cleonae, and drew up in order of battle. As soon as it was morning, the gates being opened and the trumpets sounding, he fell upon the enemy with great cries and fury, routed them at once, and kept close in pursuit, following the course which he most imagined Aristippus would choose, there being many turns that might be taken. And so the chase lasted as far as Mycenae, where the tyrant was slain by a certain Cretan called Tragiscus, as Dinias reports. Of the common soldiers, there fell above fifteen hundred. Yet though Aratus had obtained so great a victory, and that too without the loss of a man, he could not make himself master of Argos nor set it at liberty, because Agias and the younger Aristomachus got into the town with some of the king’s forces, and seized upon the government. However, by this exploit he spoiled the scoffs and jests of those that flattered the tyrants, and in their raillery would say that the Achaean general was usually troubled with a looseness when he was to fight a battle, that the sound of a trumpet struck him with a drowsiness and a giddiness, and that, when he had drawn up his army and given the word, he used to ask his lieutenants and officers whether there was any further need of his presence now the die was cast, and then went aloof, to await the result at a distance. For indeed these stories were so generally listened to, that, when the philosophers disputed whether to have one’s heart beat and to change color upon any apparent danger be an argument of fear, or rather of some distemperature and chilliness of bodily constitution, Aratus was always quoted as a good general, who was always thus affected ill time of battle.
Not long after, noticing that Aristippus was planning to attack Cleonae but was afraid of him since he was staying in Corinth, he gathered an army through a public announcement. He ordered them to bring supplies for several days and marched to Cenchreae, hoping to lure Aristippus into attacking Cleonae when he thought he was far away. This worked, as Aristippus quickly brought his forces against it from Argos. However, Aratus, returning from Cenchreae to Corinth in the evening, stationed his troops on all the roads and led the Achaeans. They followed him so well and so quickly that they went unnoticed by Aristippus, not only during their march but also when they entered Cleonae at night and formed up for battle. As soon as morning came, with the gates open and the trumpets sounding, he attacked the enemy with great cries and fury, routing them instantly and pursuing them closely, following what he thought would be Aristippus’s escape route—there were many paths to choose from. The chase continued as far as Mycenae, where the tyrant was killed by a Cretan named Tragiscus, according to Dinias. Over fifteen hundred common soldiers fell. Yet, even though Aratus had achieved such a significant victory without losing a single man, he couldn’t take control of Argos or liberate it because Agias and the younger Aristomachus entered the town with some of the king’s forces and seized control. Nevertheless, this achievement silenced the mockery of those who flattered the tyrants, who would joke that the Achaean general often suffered from a nervous condition before a battle, that the sound of a trumpet made him drowsy and dizzy, and that when he had positioned his army and given the command, he would ask his officers if his presence was still needed now that the die was cast, then step aside to await the outcome from a distance. These stories were so widely circulated that when philosophers debated whether a racing heart and a pale complexion in the face of danger indicated fear or were just signs of a weak constitution, Aratus was always cited as a capable general who exhibited such symptoms in battle.
Having thus dispatched Aristippus, he advised with himself how to overthrow Lydiades, the Megalopolitan, who held usurped power over his country. This person was naturally of a generous temper, and not insensible of true honor, and had been led into this wickedness, not by the ordinary motives of other tyrants, licentiousness and rapacity, but being young, and stimulated with the desire of glory, he had let his mind be unwarily prepossessed with the vain and false applauses given to tyranny, as some happy and glorious thing. But he no sooner seized the government, than he grew weary of the pomp and burden of it. And at once emulating the tranquillity and fearing the policy of Aratus, he took the best of resolutions, first, to free himself from hatred and fear, from soldiers and guards, and, secondly, to be the public benefactor of his country. And sending for Aratus, he resigned the government, and incorporated his city into the Achaean community. The Achaeans, applauding this generous action, chose him their general; upon which, desiring to outdo Aratus in glory, amongst many other uncalled-for things, he declared war against the Lacedaemonians; which Aratus opposing was thought to do it out of envy; and Lydiades was the second time chosen general, though Aratus acted openly against him, and labored to have the office conferred upon another. For Aratus himself had the command every other year, as has been said. Lydiades, however, succeeded so well in his pretensions, that he was thrice chosen general, governing alternately, as did Aratus; but at last, declaring himself his professed enemy, and accusing him frequently to the Achaeans, he was rejected, and fell into contempt, people now seeing that it was a contest between a counterfeit and a true, unadulterated virtue, and, as Aesop tells us that the cuckoo once, asking the little birds why they flew away from her, was answered, because they feared she would one day prove a hawk, so Lydiades’s former tyranny still cast a doubt upon the reality of his change.
After dealing with Aristippus, he contemplated how to overthrow Lydiades, the Megalopolitan, who had taken control of his country. Lydiades was naturally generous and not blind to true honor. He wasn’t motivated by the usual driving forces of other tyrants, like indulgence and greed; rather, as a young man eager for glory, he had unwittingly been swayed by the empty acclaim often associated with tyranny, viewing it as something admirable. However, once he seized power, he quickly tired of its showiness and burdens. Aspiring to the calmness of Aratus and wary of his strategy, he wisely decided first to liberate himself from animosity and fear, and from soldiers and guards, and second, to become a benefactor to his country. He called for Aratus, resigned from leadership, and merged his city into the Achaean community. The Achaeans applauded this noble act and elected him as their general. Eager to surpass Aratus in glory, he decided to go to war against the Lacedaemonians without cause, which Aratus opposed, leading people to believe he was acting out of jealousy. Lydiades was chosen general a second time, despite Aratus's public opposition and attempts to have the position given to someone else. Aratus himself held command every other year, as noted. However, Lydiades proved successful enough to be chosen general three times, alternating leadership with Aratus. In the end, though, he openly declared himself an enemy of Aratus, frequently blaming him to the Achaeans, which led to his rejection and a loss of respect. People began to realize it was a competition between a fake virtue and a genuine one. Just as Aesop relayed the story of the cuckoo, who asked the little birds why they fled from her only to be told they feared she might one day turn into a hawk, Lydiades's past tyranny left lingering doubts about the authenticity of his transformation.
But Aratus gained new honor in the Aetolian war. For the Achaeans resolving to fall upon the Aetolians on the Megarian confines, and Agis also, the Lacedaemonian king, who came to their assistance with an army, encouraging them to fight, Aratus opposed this determination. And patiently enduring many reproaches, many scoffs and jeerings at his soft and cowardly temper, he would not, for any appearance of disgrace, abandon what he judged to be the true common advantage, and suffered the enemy to pass over Geranea into Peloponnesus without a battle. But when, after they had passed by, news came that they had suddenly captured Pellene, he was no longer the same man, nor would he hear of any delay, or wait to draw together his whole force, but marched towards the enemy with such as he had about him to fall upon them, as they were indeed now much less formidable through the intemperances and disorders committed in their success. For as soon as they entered the city, the common soldiers dispersed and went hither and thither into the houses, quarreling and fighting with one another about the plunder; and the officers and commanders were running about after the wives and daughters of the Pellenians, on whose heads they put their own helmets, to mark each man his prize, and prevent another from seizing it. And in this posture were they when news came that Aratus was ready to fall upon them. And in the midst of the consternation likely to ensue in the confusion they were in, before all of them heard of the danger, the outmost of them, engaging at the gates and in the suburbs with the Achaeans, were already beaten and put to flight, and, as they came headlong back, filled with their panic those who were collecting and advancing to their assistance.
But Aratus gained new respect in the Aetolian war. The Achaeans decided to attack the Aetolians near Megara, and Agis, the king of Lacedaemon, came to help them with an army, encouraging them to fight. Aratus opposed this plan. He patiently endured many insults, mockery, and jabs at his soft and cowardly nature, refusing to abandon what he believed was truly beneficial for everyone, allowing the enemy to cross through Geranea into Peloponnesus without a fight. However, after the enemy passed through, he received news that they had suddenly captured Pellene. He was no longer the same, and he wouldn’t wait for any delay or gather his entire force. Instead, he marched towards the enemy with the troops he had available, ready to take them on, as they were now much less threatening due to the chaos and disorder that followed their victory. As soon as they entered the city, the common soldiers scattered, wandering into houses, quarreling and fighting over the loot. Meanwhile, the officers and leaders chased after the wives and daughters of the Pellenians, placing their own helmets on their heads to mark their prizes and prevent others from taking them. They were in this chaotic state when news arrived that Aratus was about to attack them. In the midst of the panic likely to arise from their confusion, the front line, engaging with the Achaeans at the gates and in the outskirts, was already defeated and in retreat. As they rushed back, the panic they created spread to those who were gathering to assist them.
In this confusion, one of the captives, daughter of Epigethes, a citizen of repute, being extremely handsome and tall, happened to be sitting in the temple of Diana, placed there by the commander of the band of chosen men, who had taken her and put his crested helmet upon her. She, hearing the noise, and running out to see what was the matter, stood in the temple gates, looking down from above upon those that fought, having the helmet upon her head; in which posture she seemed to the citizens to be something more than human, and struck fear and dread into the enemy, who believed it to be a divine apparition; so that they lost all courage to defend themselves. But the Pellenians tell us that the image of Diana stands usually untouched, and when the priestess happens at any time to remove it to some other place, nobody dares look upon it, but all turn their faces from it; for not only is the sight of it terrible and hurtful to mankind, but it makes even the trees, by which it happens to be carried, become barren and cast their fruit. This image, therefore, they say, the priestess produced at that time, and, holding it directly in the faces of the Aetolians, made them lose their reason and judgment. But Aratus mentions no such thing in his commentaries, but says, that, having put to flight the Aetolians, and falling in pell-mell with them into the city, he drove them out by main force, and killed seven hundred of them. And the action was extolled as one of the most famous exploits, and Timanthes the painter made a picture of the battle, giving by his composition a most lively representation of it.
In the midst of the chaos, one of the captives, the daughter of Epigethes, a respected citizen, was extremely beautiful and tall. She happened to be sitting in the temple of Diana, where the commander of the chosen men had placed her, donning her with his crested helmet. Hearing the commotion and rushing out to see what was happening, she stood at the temple gates, looking down at those fighting, her helmet on her head. In that moment, she appeared to the citizens as something beyond human, instilling fear and dread in the enemy, who thought she was a divine apparition, causing them to lose all courage to defend themselves. The Pellenians say that the statue of Diana typically remains untouched, and whenever the priestess moves it to another location, no one dares to look at it, turning their faces away instead; for not only is seeing it terrifying and harmful to humans, but it also makes the trees it’s carried by barren, causing them to drop their fruit. They claim that at that time, the priestess brought forth this image and, holding it up in front of the Aetolians, drove them to madness and confusion. However, Aratus does not mention this in his writings; he states that, after scattering the Aetolians and tumbling into the city with them, he forced them out with sheer strength and killed seven hundred of them. This feat was celebrated as one of the most remarkable exploits, and Timanthes the painter created a painting of the battle, capturing it in a strikingly vivid way.
But many great nations and potentates combining against the Achaeans, Aratus immediately treated for friendly arrangements with the Aetolians, and, making use of the assistance of Pantaleon, the most powerful man amongst them, he not only made a peace, but an alliance between them and the Achaeans. But being desirous to free the Athenians, he got into disgrace and ill-repute among the Achaeans, because, notwithstanding the truce and suspension of arms made between them and the Macedonians, he had attempted to take the Piraeus. He denies this fact in his commentaries, and lays the blame on Erginus, by whose assistance he took Acro-Corinthus, alleging that he upon his own private account attacked the Piraeus, and, his ladders happening to break, being hotly pursued, he called out upon Aratus as if present, by which means deceiving the enemy, he got safely off. This excuse, however, sounds very improbable; for it is not in any way likely that Erginus, a private man and a Syrian stranger, should conceive in his mind so great an attempt, without Aratus at his back, to tell him how and when to make it, and to supply him with the means. Nor was it twice or thrice, but very often, that, like an obstinate lover, he repeated his attempts on the Piraeus, and was so far from being discouraged by his disappointments, that his missing his hopes but narrowly was an incentive to him to proceed the more boldly in a new trial. One time amongst the rest, in making his escape through the Thriasian plain, he put his leg out of joint, and was forced to submit to many operations with the knife before he was cured, so that for a long time he was carried in a litter to the wars.
But many powerful nations and leaders teamed up against the Achaeans, so Aratus quickly sought friendly arrangements with the Aetolians. With the help of Pantaleon, the strongest among them, he not only secured a peace deal but also formed an alliance between them and the Achaeans. However, wanting to free the Athenians, he fell into disgrace and was criticized by the Achaeans because, despite the truce and ceasefire established with the Macedonians, he tried to take the Piraeus. He denies this in his writings and blames Erginus, who helped him seize Acro-Corinthus, claiming that Erginus acted on his own when attacking the Piraeus. He said that when his ladders broke, he was chased and called out for Aratus as if he were there, which tricked the enemy and allowed him to escape safely. However, this excuse seems highly unlikely; it’s hard to believe that Erginus, a private citizen and a foreigner from Syria, would initiate such a bold move without Aratus guiding him and providing resources. Moreover, it wasn't just once or twice; he repeatedly tried to take the Piraeus, and rather than being discouraged by his failures, the fact that he came so close to success only spurred him on to try again more boldly. On one occasion, while fleeing through the Thriasian plain, he dislocated his leg and had to undergo several surgeries before he recovered, so much so that for a long time he was carried in a litter to the battles.
And when Antigonus was dead, and Demetrius succeeded him in the kingdom, he was more bent than ever upon Athens, and in general quite despised the Macedonians. And so, being overthrown in battle near Phylacia by Bithys, Demetrius’s general, and there being a very strong report that he was either taken or slain, Diogenes, the governor of the Piraeus, sent letters to Corinth, commanding the Achaeans to quit that city, seeing Aratus was dead. When these letters came to Corinth, Aratus happened to be there in person, so that Diogenes’s messengers, being sufficiently mocked and derided, were forced to return to their master. King Demetrius himself also sent a ship, wherein Aratus was to be brought to him in chains. And the Athenians, exceeding all possible fickleness of flattery to the Macedonians, crowned themselves with garlands upon the first news of his death. And so in anger he went at once and invaded Attica, and penetrated as far as the Academy, but then suffering himself to be pacified, he did no further act of hostility. And the Athenians afterwards, coming to a due sense of his virtue, when upon the death of Demetrius they attempted to recover their liberty, called him in to their assistance; and although at that time another person was general of the Achaeans, and he himself had long kept his bed with a sickness, yet, rather than fail the city in a time of need, he was carried thither in a litter, and helped to persuade Diogenes the governor to deliver up the Piraeus, Munychia, Salamis, and Sunium to the Athenians in consideration of a hundred and fifty talents, of which Aratus himself contributed twenty to the city. Upon this, the Aeginetans and the Hermionians immediately joined the Achaeans, and the greatest part of Arcadia entered their confederacy; and the Macedonians being occupied with various wars upon their own confines and with their neighbors, the Achaean power, the Aetolians also being in alliance with them, rose to great height.
And when Antigonus died, Demetrius took over the kingdom and became even more focused on Athens, while generally looking down on the Macedonians. After being defeated in battle near Phylacia by Bithys, a general of Demetrius, there were strong rumors that Demetrius was either captured or killed. In response, Diogenes, the governor of the Piraeus, sent letters to Corinth, ordering the Achaeans to leave that city since Aratus had died. When these letters arrived in Corinth, Aratus happened to be there in person, so Diogenes’s messengers were mocked and ridiculed and had to return to their master. King Demetrius himself also sent a ship to bring Aratus to him in chains. The Athenians, showing extreme fickleness in flattering the Macedonians, celebrated with garlands at the first news of his death. Enraged, Demetrius immediately invaded Attica and reached the Academy, but then he chose to calm down and did not take any further hostile actions. Later, when the Athenians recognized his value, they sought his help to regain their freedom after Demetrius’s death; even though another person was in charge of the Achaeans at that time and he had been bedridden for a long illness, he was carried there on a litter to help convince Diogenes the governor to hand over the Piraeus, Munychia, Salamis, and Sunium to the Athenians for a payment of one hundred fifty talents, with Aratus personally contributing twenty for the city. Following this, the Aeginetans and the Hermionians quickly joined the Achaeans, and most of Arcadia entered their alliance; while the Macedonians were occupied with various battles on their borders and against their neighbors, the Achaean power, alongside their allies the Aetolians, grew significantly.
But Aratus, still bent on effecting his old project, and impatient that tyranny should maintain itself in so near a city as Argos, sent to Aristomachus to persuade him to restore liberty to that city, and to associate it to the Achaeans, and that, following Lydiades’s example, he should rather choose to be the general of a great nation, with esteem and honor, than the tyrant of one city, with continual hatred and danger. Aristomachus slighted not the message, but desired Aratus to send him fifty talents, with which he might pay off the soldiers. In the meantime, whilst the money was providing, Lydiades, being then general, and extremely ambitious that this advantage might seem to be of his procuring for the Achaeans, accused Aratus to Aristomachus, as one that bore an irreconcilable hatred to the tyrants, and, persuading him to commit the affair to his management, he presented him to the Achaeans. But there the Achaean council gave a manifest proof of the great credit Aratus had with them and the good-will they bore him. For when he, in anger, spoke against Aristomachus’s being admitted into the association, they rejected the proposal, but when he was afterwards pacified and came himself and spoke in its favor, they voted everything cheerfully and readily, and decreed that the Argives and Phliasians should be incorporated into their commonwealth, and the next year they chose Aristomachus general. He, being in good credit with the Achaeans, was very desirous to invade Laconia, and for that purpose sent for Aratus from Athens. Aratus wrote to him to dissuade him as far as he could from that expedition, being very unwilling the Achaeans should be engaged in a quarrel with Cleomenes, who was a daring man, and making extraordinary advances to power. But Aristomachus resolving to go on, he obeyed and served in person, on which occasion he hindered Aristomachus from fighting a battle, when Cleomenes came upon them at Pallantium; and for this act was accused by Lydiades, and, coming to an open conflict with him in a contest for the office of general, he carried it by the show of hands, and was chosen general the twelfth time.
But Aratus, still determined to follow through on his old plan and frustrated that tyranny could persist in a city as close as Argos, reached out to Aristomachus to convince him to restore freedom to that city and join it with the Achaeans. He urged him to choose to be the leader of a great nation, earning respect and honor, rather than a tyrant of just one city, filled with constant hatred and danger. Aristomachus didn't ignore the message but asked Aratus to send him fifty talents so he could pay off the soldiers. Meanwhile, while the funds were being gathered, Lydiades, who was the general at the time and very eager to make it look like this success was his doing for the Achaeans, accused Aratus to Aristomachus of having an irreconcilable hatred for the tyrants. He persuaded Aristomachus to let him handle the situation and introduced him to the Achaeans. There, the Achaean council clearly demonstrated the high regard they had for Aratus and their goodwill toward him. When Aratus angrily opposed Aristomachus’s admission into the association, they rejected the idea, but when he later calmed down and came in favor of it, they voted enthusiastically and quickly, deciding that the Argives and Phliasians should be included in their commonwealth. The following year, they elected Aristomachus as general. Gaining favor with the Achaeans, he was eager to invade Laconia and called for Aratus to come from Athens. Aratus wrote to try to dissuade him from the expedition, being quite unwilling for the Achaeans to get embroiled in a conflict with Cleomenes, who was bold and making significant moves for power. However, Aristomachus was set on going forward, and Aratus complied and served in person. During this time, he stopped Aristomachus from engaging in battle when Cleomenes confronted them at Pallantium. As a result, he was accused by Lydiades and, coming into direct conflict with him in the election for the position of general, he won by a show of hands and was elected general for the twelfth time.
This year, being routed by Cleomenes near the Lycaeum, he fled, and, wandering out of the way in the night, was believed to be slain; and once more it was confidently reported so throughout all Greece. He, however, having escaped this danger and rallied his forces, was not content to march off in safety, but, making a happy use of the present conjuncture, when nobody dreamed any such thing, he fell suddenly upon the Mantineans, allies of Cleomenes, and, taking the city, put a garrison into it, and made the stranger inhabitants free of the city; procuring, by this means, those advantages for the beaten Achaeans, which, being conquerors, they would not easily have obtained. The Lacedaemonians again invading the Megalopolitan territories, he marched to the assistance of the city, but refused to give Cleomenes, who did all he could to provoke him to it, any opportunity of engaging him in a battle, nor could be prevailed upon by the Megalopolitans, who urged him to it extremely. For besides that by nature he was ill-suited for set battles, he was then much inferior in numbers, and was to deal with a daring leader, still in the heat of youth, while he himself, now past the prime of courage and come to a chastised ambition, felt it his business to maintain by prudence the glory, which he had obtained, and the other was only aspiring to by forwardness and daring.
This year, after being defeated by Cleomenes near the Lycaeum, he fled and was thought to be dead when he got lost in the night. This news spread confidently throughout all of Greece. However, after escaping this danger and gathering his forces, he wasn’t satisfied just to get away safely. Taking advantage of the situation when no one expected it, he suddenly attacked the Mantineans, who were allies of Cleomenes. He captured the city, stationed a garrison there, and granted freedom to the foreign inhabitants, thereby securing advantages for the beaten Achaeans that they wouldn’t have easily achieved as conquerors. When the Lacedaemonians invaded the Megalopolitan territories again, he rushed to help the city but refused to give Cleomenes, who was trying to provoke him into battle, any chance to engage him in combat. The Megalopolitans also urged him strongly to fight, but he wouldn’t budge. Apart from being naturally ill-suited for pitched battles, he was also outnumbered at that time and was dealing with a bold young leader, while he himself, past the peak of bravery and more measured in his ambitions, felt it was his responsibility to maintain the glory he had won through wisdom, while the other leader was seeking it through boldness and recklessness.
So that though the light-armed soldiers had sallied out and driven the Lacedaemonians as far as their camp, and had come even to their tents, yet would not Aratus lead his men forward, but, posting himself in a hollow watercourse in the way thither, stopped and prevented the citizens from crossing this. Lydiades, extremely vexed at what was going on, and loading Aratus with reproaches, entreated the horse that together with him they would second them that had the enemy in chase, and not let a certain victory slip out of their hands, nor forsake him that was going to venture his life for his country. And being reinforced with many brave men that turned after him, he charged the enemy’s right wing, and routing it, followed the pursuit without measure or discretion, letting his eagerness and hopes of glory tempt him on into broken ground, full of planted fruit trees and cut up with broad ditches, where, being engaged by Cleomenes, he fell, fighting gallantly the noblest of battles, at the gate of his country. The rest, flying back to their main body and troubling the ranks of the full-armed infantry, put the whole army to the rout. Aratus was extremely blamed, being suspected to have betrayed Lydiades, and was constrained by the Achaeans, who withdrew in great anger, to accompany them to Aegium, where they called a council, and decreed that he should no longer be furnished with money, nor have any more soldiers hired for him, but that, if he would make war, he should pay them himself.
Even though the light-armed soldiers had rushed out and pushed the Lacedaemonians back to their camp, even reaching their tents, Aratus still wouldn’t lead his men forward. Instead, he positioned himself in a hollow watercourse blocking their path, stopping the citizens from crossing. Lydiades, extremely frustrated by the situation and berating Aratus, urged the cavalry to join him in supporting those who were chasing the enemy, insisting they shouldn’t let a sure victory slip away nor abandon someone willing to risk his life for his country. With many brave men rallying to him, he charged at the enemy’s right flank. He routed them and recklessly continued the pursuit, driven by his eagerness and hopes for glory, into broken ground filled with fruit trees and wide ditches. There, he faced Cleomenes and fell, bravely fighting in one of the noblest battles at the gate of his homeland. The others, retreating back to their main force and disrupting the ranks of the fully-armed infantry, caused the entire army to flee. Aratus faced severe criticism, suspected of betraying Lydiades, and was forced by the Achaeans, who were leaving in great anger, to go with them to Aegium. There, they held a council and decided that he would no longer receive funding, nor would any more soldiers be hired for him; instead, if he wanted to wage war, he would have to pay for it himself.
This affront he resented so far as to resolve to give up the seal and lay down the office of general; but upon second thoughts he found it best to have patience, and presently marched with the Achaeans to Orchomenus and fought a battle with Megistonus, the step-father of Cleomenes, where he got the victory, killing three hundred men and taking Megistonus prisoner. But whereas he used to be chosen general every other year, when his turn came and he was called to take upon him that charge, he declined it, and Timoxenus was chosen in his stead. The true cause of which was not the pique he was alleged to have taken at the people, but the ill circumstances of the Achaean affairs. For Cleomenes did not now invade them gently and tenderly as hitherto, as one controlled by the civil authorities, but having killed the Ephors, divided the lands, and made many of the stranger residents free of the city, he was responsible to no one in his government; and therefore fell in good earnest upon the Achaeans, and put forward his claim to the supreme military command. Wherefore Aratus is much blamed, that in a stormy and tempestuous time, like a cowardly pilot, he should forsake the helm, when it was even perhaps his duty to have insisted, whether they would or no, on saving them; or if he thought the Achaean affairs desperate, to have yielded all up to Cleomenes, and not to have let Peloponnesus fall once again into barbarism with Macedonian garrisons, and Acro-Corinthus be occupied with Illyric and Gaulish soldiers, and, under the specious name of Confederates, to have made those masters of the cities whom he had held it his business by arms and by policy to baffle and defeat, and, in the memoirs he left behind him, loaded with reproaches and insults. And say that Cleomenes was arbitrary and tyrannical, yet was he descended from the Heraclidae, and Sparta was his country, the obscurest citizen of which deserved to be preferred to the generalship before the best of the Macedonians by those that had any regard to the honor of Grecian birth. Besides, Cleomenes sued for that command over the Achaeans as one that would return the honor of that title with real kindnesses to the cities; whereas Antigonus, being declared absolute general by sea and land, would not accept the office unless Acro-Corinthus were by special agreement put into his hands, following the example of Aesop’s hunter; for he would not get up and ride the Achaeans, who desired him so to do, and offered their backs to him by embassies and popular decrees, till, by a garrison and hostages, they had allowed him to bit and bridle them. Aratus exhausts all his powers of speech to show the necessity that was upon him. But Polybius writes, that long before this, and before there was any necessity, apprehending the daring temper of Cleomenes, he communicated secretly with Antigonus, and that he had beforehand prevailed with the Megalopolitans to press the Achaeans to crave aid from Antigonus. For they were the most harassed by the war, Cleomenes continually plundering and ransacking their country. And so writes also Phylarchus, who, unless seconded by the testimony of Polybius, would not be altogether credited; for he is seized with enthusiasm when he so much as speaks a word of Cleomenes, and as if he were pleading, not writing a history, goes on throughout defending the one and accusing the other.
He resented this insult so much that he decided to give up the seal and resign as general. However, after thinking it over, he realized that it was better to be patient, and soon marched with the Achaeans to Orchomenus where he fought Megistonus, the step-father of Cleomenes. He won the battle, killing three hundred men and capturing Megistonus. Even though he used to be elected general every other year, when it was his turn and he was called to take on the position, he turned it down, and Timoxenus was chosen instead. The real reason wasn’t the anger he supposedly felt towards the people, but the difficult situation of the Achaean affairs. Cleomenes no longer invaded them gently like before, when he was controlled by the civil authorities, but after killing the Ephors, dividing the lands, and granting freedom to many foreign residents, he became unaccountable in his governance. He began seriously attacking the Achaeans and claimed supreme military command. Aratus is criticized for, in a turbulent and chaotic time, abandoning leadership like a cowardly pilot when it may have been his duty to insist on saving them, or if he believed the Achaean situation to be hopeless, to surrender everything to Cleomenes, rather than allow Peloponnesus to once again fall into chaos under Macedonian control, and have Acro-Corinthus occupied by Illyrian and Gaulish soldiers. Under the guise of Confederates, he allowed those whom he had worked to defeat both militarily and politically to become masters of the cities, earning reproaches and insults in the memoirs he left behind. Even if Cleomenes was arbitrary and tyrannical, he was still descended from the Heraclidae, and Sparta was his home, where even the least prominent citizen was considered more deserving of the generalship than the best of the Macedonians by those who valued Greek heritage. Additionally, Cleomenes sought command over the Achaeans as someone who intended to restore the honor of that title with genuine benefits to the cities; meanwhile, Antigonus, declared absolute general by sea and land, refused the position unless Acro-Corinthus was specifically granted to him, emulating the example of Aesop’s hunter. He wouldn’t come to rally the Achaeans, despite their requests and their offers of support through embassies and popular decrees, until they had allowed him to dominate them with a garrison and hostages. Aratus exhausted all his efforts to express his sense of urgency. However, Polybius wrote that long before this, seeing Cleomenes' bold nature, he secretly communicated with Antigonus and managed to convince the Megalopolitans to urge the Achaeans to seek aid from him. They were the most affected by the war, as Cleomenes constantly pillaged their territory. Phylarchus also writes similarly, but he wouldn’t be entirely believed unless supported by Polybius’s testimony. He gets so passionate whenever he even mentions Cleomenes, and as if he’s making a plea rather than writing history, he continuously defends one while criticizing the other.
The Achaeans, therefore, lost Mantinea, which was recovered by Cleomenes, and being beaten in a great fight near Hecatombaeum, so general was the consternation, that they immediately sent to Cleomenes to desire him to come to Argos and take the command upon him. But Aratus, as soon as he understood that he was coming, and was got as far as Lerna with his troops, fearing the result, sent ambassadors to him, to request him to come accompanied with three hundred only, as to friends and confederates, and, if he mistrusted anything, he should receive hostages. Upon which Cleomenes, saying this was mere mockery and affront, went away, sending a letter to the Achaeans full of reproaches and accusation against Aratus. And Aratus also wrote letters against Cleomenes; and bitter revilings and railleries were current on both hands, not sparing even their marriages and wives. Hereupon Cleomenes sent a herald to declare war against the Achaeans, and in the meantime missed very narrowly of taking Sicyon by treachery. Turning off at a little distance, he attacked and took Pellene, which the Achaean general abandoned, and not long after took also Pheneus and Penteleum. Then immediately the Argives voluntarily joined with him, and the Phliasians received a garrison, and in short nothing among all their new acquisitions held firm to the Achaeans. Aratus was encompassed on every side with clamor and confusion; he saw the whole of Peloponnesus shaking around him, and the cities everywhere set in revolt by men desirous of innovations.
The Achaeans lost Mantinea, which Cleomenes recaptured, and after suffering a major defeat near Hecatombaeum, they were in such disarray that they quickly sent a message to Cleomenes, asking him to come to Argos and take charge. However, when Aratus learned that Cleomenes was on his way and had reached Lerna with his troops, he feared the worst and sent envoys to ask him to come with just three hundred men, as allies and friends, and if Cleomenes had any doubts, he could take hostages. Cleomenes, seeing this as an insult and mockery, left in anger, sending a letter to the Achaeans filled with accusations against Aratus. Aratus also wrote letters criticizing Cleomenes, and harsh insults and mockery flew between them, even involving their marriages and wives. Consequently, Cleomenes sent a herald to declare war on the Achaeans, and in the meantime, he narrowly missed taking Sicyon through treachery. Not long after, he turned slightly away and attacked and captured Pellene, which the Achaean general had abandoned, and soon after he took Pheneus and Penteleum as well. The Argives then voluntarily joined him, and the Phliasians accepted a garrison; in short, none of the new territories remained loyal to the Achaeans. Aratus found himself surrounded by chaos and confusion; he saw all of Peloponnesus shaking around him, with cities rebelling everywhere as people sought change.
For indeed no place remained quiet or satisfied with the present condition; even amongst the Sicyonians and Corinthians themselves, many were well known to have had private conferences with Cleomenes, who long since, out of desire to make themselves masters of their several cities, had been discontented with the present order of things. Aratus, having absolute power given him to bring these to condign punishment, executed as many of them as he could find at Sicyon, but going about to find them out and punish them at Corinth also, he irritated the people, already unsound in feeling and weary of the Achaean government. So collecting tumultuously in the temple of Apollo, they sent for Aratus, having determined to take or kill him before they broke out into open revolt. He came accordingly, leading his horse in his hand, as if he suspected nothing. Then several leaping up and accusing and reproaching him, with mild words and a settled countenance he bade them sit down, and not stand crying out upon him in a disorderly manner, desiring, also, that those that were about the door might be let in, and saying so, he stepped out quietly, as if he would give his horse to somebody. Clearing himself thus of the crowd, and speaking without discomposure to the Corinthians that he met, commanding them to go to Apollo’s temple, and being now, before they were aware, got near to the citadel, he leaped upon his horse, and commanding Cleopater, the governor of the garrison, to have a special care of his charge, he galloped to Sicyon, followed by thirty of his soldiers, the rest leaving him and shifting for themselves. And not long after, it being known that he was fled, the Corinthians pursued him, but not overtaking him, they immediately sent for Cleomenes and delivered up the city to him, who, however, thought nothing they could give was so great a gain, as was the loss of their having let Aratus get away. Nevertheless, being strengthened by the accession of the people of the Acte, as it is called, who put their towns into his hands, he proceeded to carry a palisade and lines of circumvallation around the Acro-Corinthus.
For sure, no place was calm or happy with how things were; even among the Sicyonians and Corinthians, many were known to have had secret meetings with Cleomenes. They had been unhappy with the current situation for a while, wanting to take control of their cities. Aratus was given the power to punish these conspirators and executed as many as he could find in Sicyon. However, when he tried to hunt them down and punish them in Corinth, he upset the people, who were already feeling uneasy and tired of the Achaean government. They gathered in the temple of Apollo and sent for Aratus, planning to either capture or kill him before they started an outright rebellion. He arrived, leading his horse, as if he suspected nothing. When several people jumped up to accuse him, he calmly told them to sit down and not shout at him in a disorganized way. He also asked that those waiting by the door be allowed in, and saying this, he stepped out quietly, as if he were going to hand his horse to someone. This way, he managed to distance himself from the crowd and spoke calmly to the Corinthians he encountered, instructing them to go to Apollo’s temple. Before they realized it, he was close to the citadel, jumped on his horse, and ordered Cleopater, the governor of the garrison, to take special care of his post. He then rode off to Sicyon, followed by thirty of his soldiers, while the rest scattered to fend for themselves. Not long after, once they learned he had escaped, the Corinthians chased after him but failed to catch him. They quickly called for Cleomenes and surrendered the city to him. However, Cleomenes thought that losing Aratus was a bigger blow than anything they could offer him. Still, after gaining support from the people of Acte, who handed their towns over to him, he began to build a palisade and fortifications around the Acro-Corinthus.
But Aratus being arrived at Sicyon, the body of the Achaeans there flocked to him, and, in an assembly there held, he was chosen general with absolute power, and he took about him a guard of his own citizens, it being now three and thirty years since he first took a part in public affairs among the Achaeans, having in that time been the chief man in credit and power of all Greece; but he was now deserted on all hands, helpless and overpowered, drifting about amidst the waves and danger on the shattered hulk of his native city. For the Aetolians, affected whom he applied to, declined to assist him in his distress, and the Athenians, who were well affected to him, were diverted from lending him any succor by the authority of Euclides and Micion. Now whereas he had a house and property in Corinth, Cleomenes meddled not with it, nor suffered anybody else to do so, but calling for his friends and agents, he bade them hold themselves responsible to Aratus for everything, as to him they would have to render their account; and privately he sent to him Tripylus, and afterwards Megistonus, his own stepfather, to offer him, besides several other things, a yearly pension of twelve talents, which was twice as much as Ptolemy allowed him, for he gave him six; and all that he demanded was to be declared commander of the Achaeans, and together with them to have the keeping of the citadel of Corinth. To which Aratus returning answer that affairs were not so properly in his power as he was in the power of them, Cleomenes, believing this a mere evasion, immediately entered the country of Sicyon, destroying all with fire and sword, and besieged the city three months, whilst Aratus held firm, and was in dispute with himself whether he should call in Antigonus upon condition of delivering up the citadel of Corinth to him; for he would not lend him assistance upon any other terms.
But when Aratus arrived in Sicyon, the Achaeans there gathered around him, and in an assembly held, he was elected as the general with complete authority. He took with him a guard made up of his own citizens. It had been thirty-three years since he first got involved in public affairs among the Achaeans, during which time he had been the most prominent person in influence and power across all of Greece. However, now he found himself abandoned by everyone, helpless and overwhelmed, drifting amid the waves and dangers on the broken remnants of his hometown. The Aetolians, to whom he reached out for help, refused to assist him in his time of need, and the Athenians, who were generally supportive of him, were deterred from offering help by the influence of Euclides and Micion. Although he owned a house and property in Corinth, Cleomenes did not interfere with it, nor did he allow anyone else to, but he called on his friends and agents, instructing them to be accountable to Aratus for everything since they would have to answer to him. Privately, he sent Tripylus and later Megistonus, his own stepfather, to offer Aratus a yearly pension of twelve talents, which was double what Ptolemy provided him — Ptolemy only offered six. All Cleomenes requested in return was to be appointed commander of the Achaeans and to have control of the citadel of Corinth. Aratus responded that the situation was less in his control than he was in control of it. Believing this to be just a way to evade his request, Cleomenes immediately invaded Sicyon, laying waste to everything with fire and sword, and besieged the city for three months. During this time, Aratus remained steadfast, grappling with whether to call on Antigonus under the condition that he would hand over the citadel of Corinth to him since he wouldn’t provide assistance on any other terms.
In the meantime the Achaeans assembled at Aegium, and called for Aratus; but it was very hazardous for him to pass thither, while Cleomenes was encamped before Sicyon; besides, the citizens endeavored to stop him by their entreaties, protesting that they would not suffer him to expose himself to so evident danger, the enemy being so near; the women, also, and children hung about him, weeping and embracing him as their common father and defender. But he, having comforted and encouraged them as well as he could, got on horseback, and being accompanied with ten of his friends and his son, then a youth, got away to the sea-side, and finding vessels there waiting off the shore, went on board of them and sailed to Aegium to the assembly; in which it was decreed that Antigonus should be called in to their aid, and should have the Acro-Corinthus delivered to him. Aratus also sent his son to him with the other hostages. The Corinthians, extremely angry at this proceeding, now plundered his property, and gave his house as a present to Cleomenes.
In the meantime, the Achaeans gathered at Aegium and called for Aratus, but it was very risky for him to go there since Cleomenes was camped outside Sicyon. Moreover, the citizens tried to stop him with pleas, insisting that they wouldn’t let him put himself in such clear danger with the enemy so close by. The women and children surrounded him, crying and embracing him like their common father and protector. But he, having comforted and encouraged them as best he could, got on horseback, accompanied by ten of his friends and his son, who was just a young man at the time. He managed to reach the seaside, where he found boats waiting offshore, boarded them, and sailed to Aegium for the assembly. There, it was decided that Antigonus should be called for assistance and that the Acro-Corinthus should be handed over to him. Aratus also sent his son along with the other hostages. The Corinthians, furious about this decision, then looted his property and gave his house as a gift to Cleomenes.
Antigonus being now near at hand with his army, consisting of twenty thousand Macedonian foot and one thousand three hundred horse, Aratus, with the Members of Council, went to meet him by sea, and got, unobserved by the enemy, to Pegae, having no great confidence either in Antigonus or the Macedonians. For he was very sensible that his own greatness had been made out of the losses he had caused them, and that the first great principle of his public conduct had been hostility to the former Antigonus. But perceiving the necessity that was now upon him, and the pressure of the time, that lord and master of those we call rulers, to be inexorable, he resolved to put all to the venture. So soon, therefore, as Antigonus was told that Aratus was coming up to him, he saluted the rest of the company after the ordinary manner, but him he received at the very first approach with especial honor, and finding him afterwards to be both good and wise, admitted him to his nearer familiarity. For Aratus was not only useful to him in the management of great affairs, but singularly agreeable also as the private companion of a king in his recreations. And therefore, though Antigonus was young, yet as soon as he observed the temper of the man to be proper for a prince’s friendship, he made more use of him than of any other, not only of the Achaeans, but also of the Macedonians that were about him. So that the thing fell out to him just as the god had foreshown in a sacrifice. For it is related that, as Aratus was not long before offering sacrifice, there were found in the liver two gall-bags enclosed in the same caul of fat; whereupon the soothsayer told him that there should very soon be the strictest friendship imaginable between him and his greatest and most mortal enemies; which prediction he at that time slighted, having in general no great faith in soothsayings and prognostications, but depending most upon rational deliberation. At an after time, however, when, things succeeding well in the war, Antigonus made a great feast at Corinth, to which he invited a great number of guests, and placed Aratus next above himself, and presently calling for a coverlet, asked him if he did not find it cold, and on Aratus’s answering “Yes, extremely cold,” bade him come nearer, so that when the servants brought the coverlet, they threw it over them both, then Aratus remembering the sacrifice, fell a laughing, and told the king the sign which had happened to him, and the interpretation of it. But this fell out a good while after.
With Antigonus nearby with his army of twenty thousand Macedonian infantry and one thousand three hundred cavalry, Aratus and the Council members set out to meet him by sea. They arrived at Pegae without being noticed by the enemy, feeling little confidence in either Antigonus or the Macedonians. He knew well that his own rise to power came from the losses he had inflicted upon them, and that his primary principle in public life had been opposition to the former Antigonus. However, recognizing the urgency of the situation and the pressure of time—an unyielding master of those we call rulers—he decided to risk everything. As soon as Antigonus learned that Aratus was approaching, he greeted the rest of his company as usual but welcomed Aratus with special honor from the very start. Finding him to be both good and wise, he included him in his inner circle. Aratus was not only helpful in handling significant matters but also very enjoyable as a private companion during the king's leisure. Therefore, even though Antigonus was young, once he realized that Aratus had the qualities suitable for a prince’s friend, he made more use of him than anyone else, both among the Achaeans and the Macedonians around him. This turned out exactly as the god had predicted during a sacrifice. It’s said that when Aratus had offered a sacrifice not long before, two gall-bladders were found in the liver, surrounded by the same layer of fat. The soothsayer informed him that there would soon be an exceptionally close friendship between him and his greatest, most dangerous enemies. Aratus had dismissed this prediction, not placing much trust in oracles and prophecies, relying instead on logical deliberation. However, later on, as things were going well in the war, Antigonus hosted a grand feast in Corinth, inviting many guests and seated Aratus right above him. He then asked for a coverlet, wondering if Aratus felt cold. When Aratus replied, “Yes, extremely cold,” Antigonus had him come closer. When the servants brought the coverlet, they placed it over both of them. At that moment, remembering the sacrifice, Aratus laughed and told the king about the sign he had received and its interpretation. But this happened quite some time later.
So Aratus and the king, plighting their faith to each other at Pegae, immediately marched towards the enemy, with whom they had frequent engagements near the city, Cleomenes maintaining a strong position, and the Corinthians making a very brisk defense. In the meantime, Aristoteles the Argive, Aratus’s friend, sent privately to him to let him know, that he would cause Argos to revolt, if he would come thither in person with some soldiers. Aratus acquainted Antigonus, and, taking fifteen hundred men with him, sailed in boats along the shore as quickly as he could from the Isthmus to Epidaurus. But the Argives had not patience till he could arrive, but, making a sudden insurrection, fell upon Cleomenes’s soldiers, and drove them into the citadel. Cleomenes having news of this, and fearing lest, if the enemy should possess themselves of Argos, they might cut off his retreat home, leaves the Acro-Corinthus and marches away by night to help his men. He got thither first, and beat off the enemy, but Aratus appearing not long after, and the king approaching with his forces, he retreated to Mantinea, upon which all the cities again came over to the Achaeans, and Antigonus took possession of the Acro-Corinthus. Aratus, being chosen general by the Argives, persuaded them to make a present to Antigonus of the property of the tyrants and the traitors. As for Aristomachus, after having put him to the rack in the town of Cenchreae, they drowned him in the sea; for which, more than anything else, Aratus was reproached, that he could suffer a man to be so lawlessly put to death, who was no bad man, had been one of his long acquaintance, and at his persuasion had abdicated his power, and annexed the city to the Achaeans.
So Aratus and the king pledged their loyalty to each other at Pegae, then quickly headed toward the enemy, engaging in frequent battles near the city. Cleomenes held a strong position while the Corinthians defended vigorously. Meanwhile, Aristoteles, a friend of Aratus from Argos, secretly messaged him to say he would incite a revolt in Argos if Aratus personally brought some soldiers. Aratus informed Antigonus and, taking fifteen hundred men with him, sailed along the shore as fast as he could from the Isthmus to Epidaurus. However, the Argives couldn’t wait for his arrival and launched a surprise attack, driving Cleomenes’s soldiers into the citadel. Once Cleomenes heard about this and fearing that if the enemy took Argos, they would cut off his escape, he left the Acro-Corinthus and marched at night to support his troops. He reached there first and repelled the enemy, but not long after, Aratus showed up, and with the king approaching with his forces, Cleomenes retreated to Mantinea. As a result, all the cities rejoined the Achaeans, and Antigonus took control of the Acro-Corinthus. Aratus, elected general by the Argives, persuaded them to give a gift to Antigonus consisting of the property of the tyrants and traitors. As for Aristomachus, after torturing him in the town of Cenchreae, they drowned him in the sea, which led to Aratus facing more criticism than anything else for allowing such a lawless execution of a man who was not bad, had long been his acquaintance, and who had given up his power and joined the Achaeans at his request.
And already the blame of the other things that were done began to be laid to his account; as that they so lightly gave up Corinth to Antigonus, as if it had been an inconsiderable village; that they had suffered him, after first sacking Orchomenus, then to put into it a Macedonian garrison; that they made a decree that no letters nor embassy should be sent to any other king without the consent of Antigonus, that they were forced to furnish pay and provision for the Macedonian soldiers, and celebrated sacrifices, processions, and games in honor of Antigonus, Aratus’s citizens setting the example and receiving Antigonus, who was lodged and entertained at Aratus’s house. All these things they treated as his fault, not knowing that having once put the reins into Antigonus’s hands, and let himself be borne by the impetus of regal power, he was no longer master of anything but one single voice, the liberty of which it was not so very safe for him to use. For it was very plain that Aratus was much troubled at several things, as appeared by the business about the statues. For Antigonus replaced the statues of the tyrants of Argos that had been thrown down, and on the contrary threw down the statues of all those that had taken the Acro-Corinthus, except that of Aratus, nor could Aratus, by all his entreaties, dissuade him. Also, the usage of the Mantineans by the Achaeans seemed not in accordance with the Grecian feelings and manners. For being masters of their city by the help of Antigonus, they put to death the chief and most noted men amongst them; and of the rest, some they sold, others they sent, bound in fetters, into Macedonia, and made slaves of their wives and children; and of the money thus raised, a third part they divided among themselves, and the other two thirds were distributed among the Macedonians. And this might seem to have been justified by the law of retaliation; for although it be a barbarous thing for men of the same nation and blood thus to deal with one another in their fury, yet necessity makes it, as Simonides says, sweet and something excusable, being the proper thing, in the mind’s painful and inflamed condition, to give alleviation and relief. But for what was afterwards done to that city, Aratus cannot be defended on any ground either of reason or necessity. For the Argives having had the city bestowed on them by Antigonus, and resolving to people it, he being then chosen as the new founder, and being general at that time, decreed that it should no longer be called Mantinea, but Antigonea, which name it still bears. So that he may be said to have been the cause that the old memory of the “beautiful Mantinea” has been wholly extinguished, and the city to this day has the name of the destroyer and slayer of its citizens.
And already, the blame for other things that happened started to be placed on him; like the fact that they so easily gave up Corinth to Antigonus, as if it had been an insignificant village; that they allowed him, after first sacking Orchomenus, to then put a Macedonian garrison there; that they made a decree stating no letters or embassy could be sent to any other king without Antigonus's approval; that they were forced to provide pay and supplies for the Macedonian soldiers, and that they held sacrifices, processions, and games in honor of Antigonus, with the citizens of Aratus setting the example and hosting Antigonus at Aratus's home. They attributed all of this to him, not realizing that once he handed over control to Antigonus and got swept up in the momentum of royal power, he was no longer in charge of anything except for a single voice, the liberty of which it wasn’t very safe for him to use. It was clear that Aratus was troubled by several matters, especially regarding the statues. Antigonus replaced the statues of the tyrants of Argos that had been destroyed and removed the statues of everyone who had captured the Acro-Corinthus, except for Aratus's. No matter how much Aratus pleaded, he couldn't change Antigonus's mind. Furthermore, the way the Mantineans were treated by the Achaeans seemed out of step with Greek values and customs. As they had control over their city thanks to Antigonus's help, they executed the leading and most prominent citizens; some they sold, others they sent, bound in chains, to Macedonia, and their wives and children were enslaved. From the money they raised, they divided one-third among themselves, and the other two-thirds were given to the Macedonians. This might seem justified by the principle of retaliation; for even though it's barbaric for people of the same nation and blood to treat each other this way out of anger, necessity makes it, as Simonides says, sweet and somewhat excusable, as it feels right, in the mind's distressed and inflamed state, to seek relief. However, what happened afterward to that city cannot be defended on any grounds of reason or necessity. The Argives, having been granted the city by Antigonus and wanting to repopulate it, chose him as the new founder, and as the general at the time, he decreed that it should no longer be called Mantinea, but Antigonea, which is still its name today. Thus, he can be said to have caused the complete erasure of the old memory of the "beautiful Mantinea," and the city is known today as the name of the destroyer and slayer of its citizens.
After this, Cleomenes, being overthrown in a great battle near Sellasia, forsook Sparta and fled into Egypt, and Antigonus, having shown all manner of kindness and fair-dealing to Aratus, retired into Macedonia. There, falling sick, he sent Philip, the heir of the kingdom, into Peloponnesus, being yet scarce a youth, commanding him to follow above all the counsel of Aratus, to communicate with the cities through him, and through him to make acquaintance with the Achaeans; and Aratus, receiving him accordingly, so managed him as to send him back to Macedon both well affected to himself and full of desire and ambition to take an honorable part in the affairs of Greece.
After this, Cleomenes was defeated in a major battle near Sellasia, abandoned Sparta, and fled to Egypt. Meanwhile, Antigonus, who had treated Aratus with kindness and respect, retreated to Macedonia. While there, he fell ill and sent Philip, the young heir to the throne, to the Peloponnesus. He instructed him to particularly follow Aratus’s advice, to communicate with the cities through him, and to get to know the Achaeans through Aratus. Aratus welcomed him and taught him in such a way that he returned to Macedon with a positive attitude towards him and a strong desire to play an honorable role in Greek affairs.
When Antigonus was dead, the Aetolians, despising the sloth and negligence of the Achaeans, who, having learned to be defended by other men’s valor and to shelter themselves under the Macedonian arms, lived in ease and without any discipline, now attempted to interfere in Peloponnesus. And plundering the land of Patrae and Dyme in their way, they invaded Messene and ravaged it; at which Aratus being indignant, and finding that Timoxenus, then general, was hesitating and letting the time go by, being now on the point of laying down his office, in which he himself was chosen to succeed him, he anticipated the proper term by five days, that he might bring relief to the Messenians. And mustering the Achaeans, who were both in their persons unexercised in arms and in their minds relaxed and averse to war, he met with a defeat at Caphyae. Having thus begun the war, as it seemed, with too much heat and passion, he then ran into the other extreme, cooling again and desponding so much, that he let pass and overlooked many fair opportunities of advantage given by the Aetolians, and allowed them to run riot, as it were, throughout all Peloponnesus, with all manner of insolence and licentiousness. Wherefore, holding forth their hands once more to the Macedonians, they invited and drew in Philip to intermeddle in the affairs of Greece, chiefly hoping, because of his affection and trust that he felt for Aratus, they should find him easy-tempered, and ready to be managed as they pleased.
When Antigonus died, the Aetolians, looking down on the laziness and carelessness of the Achaeans—who had become used to relying on others’ bravery and hiding behind Macedonian forces, living comfortably without any training—attempted to get involved in the Peloponnesus. They plundered the lands of Patrae and Dyme on their way and invaded Messene, causing destruction. This infuriated Aratus, who, noticing that Timoxenus, the general at the time, was hesitating and letting valuable time slip away as he was about to resign his position (which Aratus was chosen to take over), jumped in five days early to help the Messenians. Gathering the Achaeans, who were inexperienced in battle and mentally unprepared and opposed to war, he faced defeat at Caphyae. Having initiated the war with too much eagerness, he then swung to the opposite extreme, becoming disheartened and missing many good opportunities to gain the upper hand against the Aetolians, allowing them to run wild across the Peloponnesus with their arrogance and disorder. Therefore, they reached out once again to the Macedonians, inviting Philip to get involved in Greek affairs, mainly hoping that due to the affection and trust he had for Aratus, he would be easy to influence and manage as they desired.
But the king, being now persuaded by Apelles, Megaleas, and other courtiers, that endeavored to ruin the credit Aratus had with him, took the side of the contrary faction, and joined them in canvassing to have Eperatus chosen general by the Achaeans. But he being altogether scorned by the Achaeans, and, for the want of Aratus to help, all things going wrong, Philip saw he had quite mistaken his part, and, turning about and reconciling himself to Aratus, he was wholly his; and his affairs now going on favorably both for his power and reputation, he depended upon him altogether as the author of all his gains in both respects; Aratus hereby giving a proof to the world that he was as good a nursing father of a kingdom as he had been of a democracy, for the actions of the king had in them the touch and color of his judgment and character. The moderation which the young man showed to the Lacedaemonians, who had incurred his displeasure, and his affability to the Cretans, by which in a few days he brought over the whole island to his obedience, and his expedition against the Aetolians, so wonderfully successful, brought Philip reputation for hearkening to good advice, and to Aratus for giving it; for which things the king’s followers envying him more than ever and finding they could not prevail against him by their secret practices, began openly to abuse and affront him at the banquets and over their wine, with every kind of petulance and impudence; so that once they threw stones at him as he was going back from supper to his tent. At which Philip being much offended, immediately fined them twenty talents; and finding afterwards that they still went on disturbing matters and doing mischief in his affairs, he put them to death.
But the king, now convinced by Apelles, Megaleas, and other courtiers who tried to undermine Aratus’s influence with him, sided with the opposing faction and supported their push to have Eperatus chosen as general by the Achaeans. However, the Achaeans completely dismissed Eperatus, and with Aratus not there to help, everything started going wrong. Philip realized he had made a serious mistake, and, turning back to Aratus, he became fully aligned with him. As things began to go well for his power and reputation, he relied entirely on Aratus as the source of all his successes in both areas. Aratus proved to the world that he could effectively nurture a kingdom just as he had a democracy, as the king’s actions reflected his judgment and character. The young man's restraint toward the Lacedaemonians, who had angered him, and his friendliness toward the Cretans, which led to the whole island submitting to him within days, coupled with his remarkably successful campaign against the Aetolians, enhanced Philip’s reputation for listening to good advice and credited Aratus for offering it. This caused the king’s supporters to envy Aratus more than ever, and seeing they couldn’t undermine him in secret, they started openly insulting and confronting him at banquets and over drinks, acting inappropriately and rudely; once, they even threw stones at him as he was walking back to his tent after dinner. This greatly angered Philip, who immediately fined them twenty talents. When he discovered they continued to create disturbances and cause trouble in his affairs, he ordered their executions.
But with his run of good success, prosperity began to puff him up, and various extravagant desires began to spring and show themselves in his mind; and his natural bad inclinations, breaking through the artificial restraints he had put upon them, in a little time laid open and discovered his true and proper character. And in the first place, he privately injured the younger Aratus in his wife, which was not known of a good while, because he was lodged and entertained at their house; then he began to be more rough and untractable in the domestic politics of Greece, and showed plainly that he was wishing to shake himself loose of Aratus. This the Messenian affairs first gave occasion to suspect. For they falling into sedition, and Aratus being just too late with his succors, Philip, who got into the city one day before him, at once blew up the flame of contention amongst them, asking privately, on the one hand, the Messenian generals, if they had not laws whereby to suppress the insolence of the common people, and on the other, the leaders of the people, whether they had not hands to help themselves against their oppressors. Upon which gathering courage, the officers attempted to lay hands on the heads of the people, and they on the other side, coming upon the officers with the multitude, killed them, and very near two hundred persons with them.
But with his string of good luck, success started to inflate his ego, and various extravagant desires began to emerge in his mind. His natural bad tendencies broke through the artificial limits he had imposed on them, quickly revealing his true character. First, he secretly harmed the younger Aratus through his wife, which went unnoticed for a while since he was staying and being entertained at their house. Then, he became more aggressive and difficult regarding the domestic politics of Greece, clearly indicating that he wanted to distance himself from Aratus. This suspicion was first raised by the situation in Messenia. As they fell into conflict, and Aratus arrived with support just a bit too late, Philip, who had entered the city a day before him, immediately ignited the conflict among them. He privately asked the Messenian generals if they had laws to control the arrogance of the common people, and on the flip side, he asked the people's leaders whether they had the means to defend themselves against their oppressors. Encouraged by this, the officers tried to take charge of the people, but the people, responding with their numbers, killed them, along with nearly two hundred others.
Philip having committed this wickedness, and doing his best to set the Messenians by the ears together more than before, Aratus arrived there, and both showed plainly that he took it ill himself, and also he suffered his son bitterly to reproach and revile him. It should seem that the young man had an attachment for Philip, and so at this time one of his expressions to him was, that he no longer appeared to him the handsomest, but the most deformed of all men, after so foul an action. To all which Philip gave him no answer, though he seemed so angry as to make it expected he would, and though several times he cried out aloud, while the young man was speaking. But as for the elder Aratus, seeming to take all that he said in good part, and as if he were by nature a politic character and had a good command of himself, he gave him his hand and led him out of the theater, and carried him with him to the Ithomatas, to sacrifice there to Jupiter, and take a view of the place, for it is a post as fortifiable as the Acro-Corinthus, and, with a garrison in it, quite as strong and as impregnable to the attacks of all around it. Philip therefore went up hither, and having offered sacrifice, receiving the entrails of the ox with both his hands from the priest, he showed them to Aratus and Demetrius the Pharian, presenting them sometimes to the one and sometimes to the other, asking them what they judged, by the tokens in the sacrifice, was to be done with the fort; was he to keep it for himself, or restore it to the Messenians. Demetrius laughed and answered, “If you have in you the soul of soothsayer, you will restore it, but if of a prince, you will hold the ox by both the horns,” meaning to refer to Peloponnesus, which would be wholly in his power and at his disposal if he added the Ithomatas to the Acro-Corinthus. Aratus said not a word for a good while; but Philip entreating him to declare his opinion, he said “Many and great hills are there in Crete, and many rocks in Boeotia and Phocis, and many remarkable strong-holds both near the sea and in the midland in Acarnania, and yet all these people obey your orders, though you have not possessed yourself of any one of those places. Robbers nest themselves in rocks and precipices; but the strongest fort a king can have is confidence and affection. These have opened to you the Cretan sea; these make you master of Peloponnesus, and by the help of these, young as you are, are you become captain of the one, and lord of the other.” While he was still speaking, Philip returned the entrails to the priest, and drawing Aratus to him by the hand, “Come, then,” said he, “let us follow the same course;” as if he felt himself forced by him, and obliged to give up the town.
Philip, having committed this wrongdoing and trying his best to incite conflict among the Messenians more than before, found that Aratus had arrived. It was clear that he was upset about it, and he allowed his son to harshly criticize and insult him. The young man seemed to have a fondness for Philip, as he told him that he no longer looked like the most handsome man, but rather the most hideous, after such a disgraceful act. Philip didn’t respond, even though he looked so angry that it seemed like he would. Several times, he shouted while the young man was speaking. On the other hand, the older Aratus appeared to take everything in stride, acting like a composed politician. He took the young man’s hand and led him out of the theater to the Ithomatas, where they would sacrifice to Jupiter and check out the site, as it was defensible like the Acro-Corinthus and would be just as strong against any attacks if garrisoned. Philip went up there, and after making the sacrifice, he received the ox's entrails with both hands from the priest. He showed them to Aratus and Demetrius the Pharian, presenting them alternately, asking what they thought should be done with the fort—whether he should keep it for himself or return it to the Messenians. Demetrius laughed and replied, “If you have the spirit of a soothsayer in you, you’ll restore it; but if you have the heart of a prince, you’ll hang on to it,” implying that if he added the Ithomatas to the Acro-Corinthus, he would fully control Peloponnesus. Aratus remained silent for a while, but when Philip urged him to share his thoughts, he said, “There are many great mountains in Crete, numerous rocks in Boeotia and Phocis, and several notable fortresses both by the sea and inland in Acarnania, and yet all these people obey your commands, even though you don’t own any of those places. Thieves hide in rocks and cliffs; however, the most powerful fort a king can have is trust and loyalty. These have opened the Cretan sea to you; these make you the master of Peloponnesus, and with their help, despite your youth, you’ve become the captain of one and the lord of the other.” While he was still speaking, Philip returned the entrails to the priest, and pulling Aratus closer by the hand, he said, “Come on, then, let’s take the same path,” as if he felt compelled by him to give up the town.
From this time Aratus began to withdraw from court, and retired by degrees from Philip’s company; when he was preparing to march into Epirus, and desired him that he would accompany him thither, he excused himself and stayed at home, apprehending that he should get nothing but discredit by having anything to do with his actions. But when, afterwards, having shamefully lost his fleet against the Romans and miscarried in all his designs, he returned into Peloponnesus, where he tried once more to beguile the Messenians by his artifices, and failing in this, began openly to attack them and to ravage their country, then Aratus fell out with him downright, and utterly renounced his friendship; for he had begun then to be fully aware of the injuries done to his son in his wife, which vexed him greatly, though he concealed them from his son, as he could but know he had been abused, without having any means to revenge himself. For, indeed, Philip seems to have been an instance of the greatest and strangest alteration of character; after being a mild king and modest and chaste youth, he became a lascivious man and most cruel tyrant; though in reality this was not a change of his nature, but a bold unmasking, when safe opportunity came, of the evil inclinations which his fear had for a long time made him dissemble.
From this time, Aratus started to pull away from the court and gradually distanced himself from Philip. When Philip was getting ready to march into Epirus and asked him to go along, Aratus declined and stayed home, worried that associating with Philip would only bring him disgrace. However, later on, after Philip had shamefully lost his fleet to the Romans and failed in all his plans, he returned to Peloponnesus, where he tried once again to deceive the Messenians with his schemes. When that failed, he openly attacked them and ravaged their land. This is when Aratus completely fell out with him and fully renounced their friendship; he had just begun to realize the harm done to his son through his wife, which troubled him greatly, even though he kept this from his son, as he knew he had been wronged but had no way to take revenge. Indeed, Philip appears to be an example of the greatest and most extraordinary change in character; after being a mild king and a modest, chaste young man, he became a debauched man and a cruel tyrant. But in reality, this was not a true change in his nature, but rather a daring revelation of the dark inclinations he had hidden for so long due to his fear.
For that the respect he at the beginning bore to Aratus had a great alloy of fear and awe appears evidently from what he did to him at last. For being desirous to put him to death, not thinking himself, whilst he was alive, to be properly free as a man, much less at liberty to do his pleasure as a king or tyrant, he durst not attempt to do it by open force, but commanded Taurion, one of his captains and familiars, to make him away secretly by poison, if possible, in his absence. Taurion, therefore, made himself intimate with Aratus, and gave him a dose, not of your strong and violent poisons, but such as cause gentle, feverish heats at first, and a dull cough, and so by degrees bring on certain death. Aratus perceived what was done to him, but, knowing that it was in vain to make any words of it, bore it patiently and with silence, as if it had been some common and usual distemper. Only once, a friend of his being with him in his chamber, he spat some blood, which his friend observing and wondering at, “These, O Cephalon,” said he, “are the wages of a king’s love.”
The fact that the respect he initially had for Aratus was mixed with fear and awe is clear from his actions in the end. Wanting to kill him and feeling that he couldn’t truly be free as long as Aratus was alive—much less act as a king or tyrant—he didn’t dare use force openly. Instead, he ordered Taurion, one of his captains and close associates, to secretly poison Aratus while he was away. Taurion became close to Aratus and gave him a dose, not of strong, violent poisons, but of something that caused mild feverish symptoms at first and a persistent cough, gradually leading to certain death. Aratus recognized what was happening to him but knowing it was pointless to say anything, he endured it quietly, as if he were dealing with a common illness. Only once, when a friend was with him in his room, he spat blood. His friend noticed and was surprised, to which Aratus replied, “These, O Cephalon, are the wages of a king’s love.”
Thus died he in Aegium, in his seventeenth generalship. The Achaeans were very desirous that he should be buried there with a funeral and monument suitable to his life, but the Sicyonians treated it as a calamity to them if he were interred anywhere but in their city, and prevailed with the Achaeans to grant them the disposal of the body.
Thus he died in Aegium, during his seventeenth term as general. The Achaeans really wanted him to be buried there with a funeral and monument fitting for his life, but the Sicyonians saw it as a disaster if he were buried anywhere but in their city, and they convinced the Achaeans to let them take care of the body.
But there being an ancient law that no person should be buried within the walls of their city, and besides the law also a strong religious feeling about it, they sent to Delphi to ask counsel of the Pythoness, who returned this answer: —
But there was an old law that no one should be buried within the city walls, and along with that law, there was a strong religious sentiment against it. So, they sent to Delphi to seek advice from the Oracle, who gave this response: —
Sicyon, whom oft he rescued, “Where,” you say,
“Shall we the relics of Aratus lay?”
The soil that would not lightly o’er him rest,
Or to be under him would feel oppressed,
Were in the sight of earth and seas and skies unblest.
Sicyon, whom he often saved, “Where,” you ask,
“Should we put the remains of Aratus?”
The ground that wouldn’t easily rest upon him,
Or feel burdened to be underneath him,
Was, in the view of the land, sea, and sky, cursed.
This oracle being brought, all the Achaeans were well pleased at it, but especially the Sicyonians, who, changing their mourning into public joy, immediately fetched the body from Aegium, and in a kind of solemn procession brought it into the city, being crowned with garlands, and arrayed in white garments, with singing and dancing, and, choosing a conspicuous place, they buried him there, as the founder and savior of their city. The place is to this day called Aratium, and there they yearly make two solemn sacrifices to him, the one on the day he delivered the city from tyranny, being the fifth of the month Daesius, which the Athenians call Anthesterion, and this sacrifice they call Soteria; the other in the month of his birth, which is still remembered. Now the first of these was performed by the priest of Jupiter Soter, the second by the priest of Aratus, wearing a band around his head, not pure white, but mingled with purple. Hymns were sung to the harp by the singers of the feasts of Bacchus; the procession was led up by the president of the public exercises, with the boys and young men; these were followed by the councilors wearing garlands, and other citizens such as pleased. Of these observances, some small traces, it is still made a point of religion not to omit, on the appointed days; but the greatest part of the ceremonies have through time and other intervening accidents been disused.
When the oracle was delivered, all the Achaeans were really happy about it, especially the people of Sicyon. They turned their mourning into public celebration and quickly retrieved the body from Aegium. In a sort of solemn procession, they brought it into the city, wearing garlands and dressed in white garments, accompanied by singing and dancing. They chose a prominent spot to bury him, honoring him as the founder and savior of their city. This place is still called Aratium today, where they hold two annual sacrifices in his memory. The first one is on the day he freed the city from tyranny, the fifth of the month Daesius, known to the Athenians as Anthesterion; they call this sacrifice Soteria. The second sacrifice is in the month of his birth, which is still commemorated. The first was performed by the priest of Jupiter Soter, while the second was conducted by the priest of Aratus, who wore a headband that was not pure white but mixed with purple. Hymns were sung to the harp by the performers of Bacchus' festivals. The procession was led by the leader of public events, followed by boys and young men, then the councilors wearing garlands and other citizens who chose to join. Some small elements of these traditions are still considered religious duties not to be overlooked on the specified days, but most of the rituals have fallen into disuse over time and due to various circumstances.
And such, as history tells us, was the life and manners of the elder Aratus. And for the younger, his son, Philip, abominably wicked by nature and a savage abuser of his power, gave him such poisonous medicines, as though they did not kill him indeed, yet made him lose his senses, and run into wild and absurd attempts and desire to do actions and satisfy appetites that were ridiculous and shameful. So that his death, which happened to him while he was yet young and in the flower of his age, cannot be so much esteemed a misfortune as a deliverance and end of his misery. However, Philip paid dearly, all through the rest of his life, for these impious violations of friendship and hospitality. For, being overcome by the Romans, he was forced to put himself wholly into their hands, and, being deprived of his other dominions and surrendering all his ships except five, he had also to pay a fine of a thousand talents, and to give his son for hostage, and only out of mere pity he was suffered to keep Macedonia and its dependences; where continually putting to death the noblest of his subjects and the nearest relations he had, he filled the whole kingdom with horror and hatred of him. And whereas amidst so many misfortunes he had but one good chance, which was the having a son of great virtue and merit, him, through jealousy and envy at the honor the Romans had for him, he caused to be murdered, and left his kingdom to Perseus, who, as some say, was not his own child, but supposititious, born of a seamstress called Gnathaenion. This was he whom Paulus Aemilius led in triumph, and in whom ended the succession of Antigonus’s line and kingdom. But the posterity of Aratus continued still in our days at Sicyon and Pellene.
And so, as history tells us, was the life and behavior of the elder Aratus. As for the younger one, his son Philip, who was inherently wicked and a brutal abuser of his power, gave him such toxic medicines that, while they didn't actually kill him, made him lose his mind and engage in wild and absurd actions driven by ridiculous and shameful desires. Therefore, his death, which happened while he was still young and in the prime of his life, should not be seen so much as a misfortune but rather as a relief and an end to his suffering. However, Philip paid dearly for these impious betrayals of friendship and hospitality for the rest of his life. After being defeated by the Romans, he had no choice but to hand himself completely over to them, losing his other territories and surrendering all but five of his ships. He also had to pay a fine of a thousand talents and give his son as a hostage, and it was only out of pity that he was allowed to keep Macedonia and its territories. There, he continuously executed the noblest of his subjects and closest relatives, filling the entire kingdom with fear and hatred for him. Amidst so many misfortunes, he had only one good fortune: having a son of great virtue and merit. However, driven by jealousy and envy of the respect the Romans had for him, he had him murdered and left his kingdom to Perseus, who, according to some, was not his real child but rather an illegitimate son born of a seamstress named Gnathaenion. This was the same Perseus whom Paulus Aemilius led in triumph and who marked the end of the Antigonus line and kingdom. But the descendants of Aratus still exist in our time at Sicyon and Pellene.
ARTAXERXES
The first Artaxerxes, among all the kings of Persia the most remarkable for a gentle and noble spirit, was surnamed the Long-handed, his right hand being longer than his left, and was the son of Xerxes. The second, whose story I am now writing, who had the surname of the Mindful, was the grandson of the former, by his daughter Parysatis, who brought Darius four sons, the eldest Artaxerxes, the next Cyrus, and two younger than these, Ostanes and Oxathres. Cyrus took his name of the ancient Cyrus, as he, they say, had his from the sun, which, in the Persian language, is called Cyrus. Artaxerxes was at first called Arsicas; Dinon says Oarses; but it is utterly improbable that Ctesias (however otherwise he may have filled his books with a perfect farrago of incredible and senseless fables) should be ignorant of the name of the king with whom he lived as his physician, attending upon himself, his wife, his mother, and his children.
The first Artaxerxes, known for his kind and noble spirit, was the most notable of all the Persian kings. He was called the Long-handed because his right hand was longer than his left, and he was the son of Xerxes. The second Artaxerxes, whose story I am now telling, was called the Mindful. He was the grandson of the first, through his daughter Parysatis, who had four sons with Darius: the eldest was Artaxerxes, followed by Cyrus, and then two younger brothers, Ostanes and Oxathres. Cyrus got his name from the ancient Cyrus, which is said to be derived from the Persian word for sun. Artaxerxes was originally named Arsicas; Dinon refers to him as Oarses. However, it seems unlikely that Ctesias, despite filling his works with unbelievable and nonsensical tales, would not know the name of the king with whom he lived as a physician, attending to him, his wife, his mother, and his children.
Cyrus, from his earliest youth, showed something of a headstrong and vehement character; Artaxerxes, on the other side, was gentler in everything, and of a nature more yielding and soft in its action. He married a beautiful and virtuous wife, at the desire of his parents, but kept her as expressly against their wishes. For king Darius, having put her brother to death, was purposing likewise to destroy her. But Arsicas, throwing himself at his mother’s feet, by many tears, at last, with much ado, persuaded her that they should neither put her to death nor divorce her from him. However, Cyrus was his mother’s favorite, and the son whom she most desired to settle in the throne. And therefore, his father Darius now lying ill, he, being sent for from the sea to the court, set out thence with full hopes that by her means he was to be declared the successor to the kingdom. For Parysatis had the specious plea in his behalf, which Xerxes on the advice of Demaratus had of old made use of, that she had borne him Arsicas when he was a subject, but Cyrus when a king. Notwithstanding, she prevailed not with Darius, but the eldest son Arsicas was proclaimed king, his name being changed into Artaxerxes; and Cyrus remained satrap of Lydia, and commander in the maritime provinces.
Cyrus, from a young age, was known for being headstrong and intense; in contrast, Artaxerxes was more gentle and had a softer personality. He married a beautiful and virtuous wife at his parents' request but did so against their wishes. King Darius had executed her brother and was planning to eliminate her as well. However, Arsicas, begging at his mother's feet, eventually convinced her with tears that they should neither kill her nor separate her from him. Still, Cyrus was his mother’s favorite, and she most wanted him to take the throne. So, when his father Darius fell ill, Cyrus was summoned from the sea to the court, hopeful that his mother would ensure he would be named successor. Parysatis argued in his favor, recalling how Xerxes had previously claimed that she had given birth to Arsicas while he was a subject, but to Cyrus while he was a king. Ultimately, she wasn’t able to convince Darius, and the eldest son, Arsicas, was proclaimed king, taking on the name Artaxerxes; Cyrus remained the satrap of Lydia and commander of the coastal provinces.
It was not long after the decease of Darius that the king, his successor, went to Pasargadae, to have the ceremony of his inauguration consummated by the Persian priests. There is a temple dedicated to a warlike goddess, whom one might liken to Minerva; into which when the royal person to be initiated has passed, he must strip himself of his own robe, and put on that which Cyrus the first wore before he was king; then, having devoured a frail of figs, he must eat turpentine, and drink a cup of sour milk. To which if they superadd any other rites, it is unknown to any but those that are present at them. Now Artaxerxes being about to address himself to this solemnity, Tisaphernes came to him, bringing a certain priest, who, having trained up Cyrus in his youth in the established discipline of Persia, and having taught him the Magian philosophy, was likely to be as much disappointed as any man that his pupil did not succeed to the throne. And for that reason his veracity was the less questioned when he charged Cyrus as though he had been about to lie in wait for the king in the temple, and to assault and assassinate him as he was putting off his garment. Some affirm that he was apprehended upon this impeachment, others that he had entered the temple and was pointed out there, as he lay lurking, by the priest. But as he was on the point of being put to death, his mother clasped him in her arms, and, entwining him with the tresses of her hair, joined his neck close to her own, and by her bitter lamentation and intercession to Artaxerxes for him, succeeded in saving his life; and sent him away again to the sea and to his former province. This, however, could no longer content him; nor did he so well remember his delivery as his arrest, his resentment for which made him more eagerly desirous of the kingdom than before.
Not long after Darius passed away, the king who succeeded him went to Pasargadae to complete his inauguration ceremony with the Persian priests. There was a temple dedicated to a warlike goddess, similar to Minerva. When the royal figure being initiated entered, he had to take off his own robe and wear the one that Cyrus the Great had worn before he became king. Then, after eating a few figs, he was required to eat turpentine and drink a cup of sour milk. If there were any additional rituals, only those present at the ceremony would know about them. As Artaxerxes was preparing for this significant event, Tisaphernes came to him with a priest who had trained Cyrus in his youth in the established Persian ways and taught him the Magian philosophy. This priest was likely to be as disappointed as anyone else that his former student did not take the throne. For this reason, people questioned his honesty less when he accused Cyrus of planning to ambush the king in the temple and kill him while he was taking off his robe. Some say Cyrus was arrested based on this accusation, while others claim he was already inside the temple when the priest pointed him out as he lay in hiding. Just as he was about to be executed, his mother rushed to him, wrapped her hair around him, and pressed his neck against hers. Through her heartfelt cries and pleas to Artaxerxes, she managed to save his life and sent him back to the sea and his previous province. However, this no longer satisfied him; he didn't recall his rescue as much as his arrest, and his resentment made him even more eager for the throne than before.
Some say that he revolted from his brother, because he had not a revenue allowed him sufficient for his daily meals; but this is on the face of it absurd. For had he had nothing else, yet he had a mother ready to supply him with whatever he could desire out of her own means. But the great number of soldiers who were hired from all quarters and maintained, as Xenophon informs us, for his service, by his friends and connections, is in itself a sufficient proof of his riches. He did not assemble them together in a body, desiring as yet to conceal his enterprise; but he had agents everywhere, enlisting foreign soldiers upon various pretenses; and, in the meantime, Parysatis, who was with the king, did her best to put aside all suspicions, and Cyrus himself always wrote in a humble and dutiful manner to him, sometimes soliciting favor, sometimes making countercharges against Tisaphernes, as if his jealousy and contest had been wholly with him. Moreover, there was a certain natural dilatoriness in the king, which was taken by many for clemency. And, indeed, in the beginning of his reign, he did seem really to emulate the gentleness of the first Artaxerxes, being very accessible in his person, and liberal to a fault in the distribution of honors and favors. Even in his punishments, no contumely or vindictive pleasure could be seen; and those who offered him presents were as much pleased with his manner of accepting, as were those who received gifts from him with his graciousness and amiability in giving them. Nor truly was there anything, however inconsiderable, given him, which he did not deign kindly to accept of; insomuch that when one Omises had presented him with a very large pomegranate, “By Mithras,” said he, “this man, were he entrusted with it, would turn a small city into a great one.”
Some people say he turned against his brother because he didn't have enough money for daily meals, but that idea is clearly ridiculous. Even if he had nothing else, he had a mother who was willing to provide for him with whatever she could. The large number of soldiers hired from various places, maintained for his service by his friends and supporters, is clear evidence of his wealth, as Xenophon tells us. He didn’t gather them all in one place right away, wanting to keep his plans under wraps; instead, he had agents recruiting foreign soldiers under different pretenses. Meanwhile, Parysatis, who was with the king, worked hard to dispel any suspicions, and Cyrus always wrote to the king in a humble and respectful way, sometimes seeking favors and other times making accusations against Tisaphernes, as if his rivalry was solely with him. Additionally, the king had a natural tendency to procrastinate, which many interpreted as kindness. At the start of his reign, he did seem to mirror the gentleness of the first Artaxerxes, being very approachable and excessively generous with honors and favors. Even in his punishments, there was no sign of cruelty or vindictiveness; those who brought him gifts were just as pleased with the way he accepted them as those who received gifts from him enjoyed his graciousness and warmth in giving. In fact, there was nothing, no matter how small, that he wouldn’t graciously accept. When a man named Omises presented him with a very large pomegranate, he remarked, “By Mithras, if this man were given the chance, he could turn a small city into a great one.”
Once when some were offering him one thing, some another, as he was on a progress, a certain poor laborer, having got nothing at hand to bring him, ran to the river side, and, taking up water in his hands, offered it to him; with which Artaxerxes was so well pleased that he sent him a goblet of gold and a thousand darics. To Euclidas, the Lacedaemonian, who had made a number of bold and arrogant speeches to him, he sent word by one of his officers, “You have leave to say what you please to me, and I, you should remember, may both say and do what I please to you.” Teribazus once, when they were hunting, came up and pointed out to the king that his royal robe was torn; the king asked him what he wished him to do; and when Teribazus replied “May it please you to put on another and give me that,” the king did so, saying withal, “I give it you, Teribazus, but I charge you not to wear it.” He, little regarding the injunction, being not a bad, but a light-headed, thoughtless man, immediately the king took it off, put it on, and bedecked himself further with royal golden necklaces and women’s ornaments, to the great scandal of everybody, the thing being quite unlawful. But the king laughed and told him, “You have my leave to wear the trinkets as a woman, and the robe of state as a fool.” And whereas none usually sat down to eat with the king besides his mother and his wedded wife, the former being placed above, the other below him, Artaxerxes invited also to his table his two younger brothers, Ostanes and Oxathres. But what was the most popular thing of all among the Persians was the sight of his wife Statira’s chariot, which always appeared with its curtains down, allowing her countrywomen to salute and approach her, which made the queen a great favorite with the people.
Once, while some people were bringing him various gifts during a journey, a poor laborer, having nothing to give, ran to the river and scooped up water in his hands to present to him. Artaxerxes was so pleased with this gesture that he sent the laborer a golden goblet and a thousand darics. To Euclidas, the Lacedaemonian, who had made a series of bold and arrogant speeches, the king sent a message through one of his officers, saying, “You have the freedom to say whatever you want to me, and remember, I can also say and do whatever I want to you.” Once, when they were out hunting, Teribazus pointed out to the king that his royal robe was torn. The king asked him what he wanted him to do, and when Teribazus replied, “Please put on another robe and give me that one,” the king did so, adding, “I give this to you, Teribazus, but I instruct you not to wear it.” Ignoring the instruction, as he was not a bad person but rather thoughtless, Teribazus immediately put it on and adorned himself with royal gold necklaces and women’s jewelry, which scandalized everyone since it was quite inappropriate. However, the king laughed and told him, “You have my permission to wear the ornaments like a woman, and the royal robe like a fool.” Usually, no one dined with the king except his mother and his wife, with the former sitting above and the latter below him. Artaxerxes also invited his two younger brothers, Ostanes and Oxathres, to his table. But what the Persians loved most was the sight of his wife Statira’s chariot, which always appeared with its curtains drawn, allowing her countrywomen to greet and approach her, making the queen very popular among the people.
Yet busy, factious men, that delighted in change, professed it to be their opinion that the times needed Cyrus, a man of a great spirit, an excellent warrior, and a lover of his friends, and that the largeness of their empire absolutely required a bold and enterprising prince. Cyrus, then; not only relying upon those of his own province near the sea, but upon many of those in the upper countries near the king, commenced the war against him. He wrote to the Lacedaemonians, bidding them come to his assistance and supply him with men, assuring them that to those who came to him on foot he would give horses, and to the horsemen chariots; that upon those who had farms he would bestow villages, and those who were lords of villages he would make so of cities; and that those who would be his soldiers should receive their pay, not by count, but by weight. And among many other high praises of himself, he said he had the stronger soul; was more a philosopher and a better Magian; and could drink and bear more wine than his brother, who, as he averred, was such a coward and so little like a man, that he could neither sit his horse in hunting nor his throne in time of danger. The Lacedaemonians, his letter being read, sent a staff to Clearchus, commanding him to obey Cyrus in all things. So Cyrus marched towards the king, having under his conduct a numerous host of barbarians, and but little less than thirteen thousand stipendiary Grecians; alleging first one cause, then another, for his expedition. Yet the true reason lay not long concealed, but Tisaphernes went to the king in person to declare it. Thereupon, the court was all in an uproar and tumult, the queen-mother bearing almost the whole blame of the enterprise, and her retainers being suspected and accused. Above all, Statira angered her by bewailing the war and passionately demanding where were now the pledges and the intercessions which saved the life of him that conspired against his brother; “to the end,” she said, “that he might plunge us all into war and trouble.” For which words Parysatis hating Statira, and being naturally implacable and savage in her anger and revenge, consulted how she might destroy her. But since Dinon tells us that her purpose took effect in the time of the war, and Ctesias says it was after it, I shall keep the story for the place to which the latter assigns it, as it is very unlikely that he, who was actually present, should not know the time when it happened, and there was no motive to induce him designedly to misplace its date in his narrative of it, though it is not infrequent with him in his history to make excursions from truth into mere fiction and romance.
Yet busy, contentious people who loved change believed it was necessary to have Cyrus, a man of great spirit, a skilled warrior, and a friend to his allies, asserting that the vastness of their empire called for a bold and adventurous leader. So, Cyrus, not only depending on those from his coastal province but also on many from the regions near the king, began the war against him. He wrote to the Lacedaemonians, asking them to come to his aid and provide men, promising that he would give horses to those who arrived on foot, and chariots to the cavalry; that he would grant villages to those who owned farms and elevate the lords of villages to lords of cities; and that his soldiers would be paid not by count but by weight. Among many other self-praises, he claimed to have a stronger spirit, to be more of a philosopher and a better Magian, and to drink and endure more wine than his brother, who he insisted was such a coward and so unlike a man that he couldn't ride his horse hunting or sit on his throne during times of danger. After reading Cyrus’s letter, the Lacedaemonians sent a staff to Clearchus, instructing him to follow Cyrus in all matters. Thus, Cyrus marched toward the king, leading a large army of non-Greeks and nearly thirteen thousand paid Greek soldiers, citing various reasons for his campaign. However, the true motive wasn't long hidden, as Tisaphernes went directly to the king to disclose it. This caused chaos and uproar in the court, with the queen mother bearing most of the blame for the venture, and her followers being suspected and accused. Above all, Statira infuriated her by lamenting the war and passionately questioning where now were the pledges and intercessions that saved the life of the one who conspired against his brother, stating, “so that he might plunge us all into war and trouble.” For these words, Parysatis, harboring hatred toward Statira and being naturally fierce and vengeful, plotted to destroy her. But since Dinon tells us that her plan succeeded during the war, and Ctesias says it happened afterward, I will follow the latter’s timeline for the story, as it is very unlikely that someone present at the events would misremember when it took place, and there was no reason for him to purposefully misdate it in his account, even though it is not unusual for him to drift from the truth into mere fiction and romance in his writings.
As Cyrus was upon the march, rumors and reports were brought him, as though the king still deliberated, and were not minded to fight and presently to join battle with him; but to wait in the heart of his kingdom until his forces should have come in thither from all parts of his dominions. He had cut a trench through the plain ten fathoms in breadth, and as many in depth, the length of it being no less than four hundred furlongs. Yet he allowed Cyrus to pass across it, and to advance almost to the city of Babylon. Then Teribazus, as the report goes, was the first that had the boldness to tell the king that he ought not to avoid the conflict, nor to abandon Media, Babylon, and even Susa, and hide himself in Persis, when all the while he had an army many times over more numerous than his enemies, and an infinite company of governors and captains that were better soldiers and politicians than Cyrus. So at last he resolved to fight, as soon as it was possible for him. Making, therefore, his first appearance, all on a sudden, at the head of nine hundred thousand well-marshaled men, he so startled and surprised the enemy, who with the confidence of contempt were marching on their way in no order, and with their arms not ready for use, that Cyrus, in the midst of much noise and tumult, was scarce able to form them for battle. Moreover, the very manner in which he led on his men, silently and slowly, made the Grecians stand amazed at his good discipline; who had expected irregular shouting and leaping, much confusion and separation between one body of men and another, in so vast a multitude of troops. He also placed the choicest of his armed chariots in the front of his own phalanx over against the Grecian troops, that a violent charge with these might cut open their ranks before they closed with them.
As Cyrus marched, he heard rumors and reports suggesting that the king was still unsure and reluctant to fight, planning to wait in the heart of his kingdom until his forces arrived from all corners of his lands. He had dug a trench through the plain that was ten fathoms wide and deep, stretching four hundred furlongs in length. Yet, he allowed Cyrus to cross it and move almost to the city of Babylon. According to reports, Teribazus was the first to boldly tell the king that he shouldn’t avoid the battle or flee to Persis while abandoning Media, Babylon, and Susa, especially when his army was vastly larger than his enemies', supported by numerous governors and captains who were better soldiers and strategists than Cyrus. Eventually, the king decided to fight as soon as he could. Therefore, he made a sudden appearance at the head of nine hundred thousand well-organized troops, startling and surprising the enemy, who were marching carelessly and unprepared for combat. Cyrus struggled to organize his forces amidst the chaos. Moreover, the way he led his men—quietly and steadily—impressed the Greeks, who had expected chaos and loud shouting in such a large army. He also positioned the best of his chariots at the front of his phalanx facing the Greek troops, planning to use a strong charge to break their ranks before they engaged.
But as this battle is described by many historians, and Xenophon in particular as good as shows it us by eyesight, not as a past event, but as a present action, and by his vivid account makes his hearers feel all the passions and join in all the dangers of it, it would be folly in me to give any larger account of it than barely to mention any things omitted by him which yet deserve to be recorded. The place, then, in which the two armies were drawn out is called Cunaxa, being about five hundred furlongs distant from Babylon. And here Clearchus beseeching Cyrus before the fight to retire behind the combatants, and not expose himself to hazard, they say he replied, “What is this, Clearchus? Would you have me, who aspire to empire, show myself unworthy of it?” But if Cyrus committed a great fault in entering headlong into the midst of danger, and not paying any regard to his own safety, Clearchus was as much to blame, if not more, in refusing to lead the Greeks against the main body of the enemy, where the king stood, and in keeping his right wing close to the river, for fear of being surrounded. For if he wanted, above all other things, to be safe, and considered it his first object to sleep in whole skin, it had been his best way not to have stirred from home. But, after marching in arms ten thousand furlongs from the sea-coast, simply on his own choosing, for the purpose of placing Cyrus on the throne, to look about and select a position which would enable him, not to preserve him under whose pay and conduct he was, but himself to engage with more ease and security seemed much like one that through fear of present dangers had abandoned the purpose of his actions, and been false to the design of his expedition. For it is evident from the very event of the battle that none of those who were in array around the king’s person could have stood the shock of the Grecian charge; and had they been beaten out of the field, and Artaxerxes either fled or fallen, Cyrus would have gained by the victory, not only safety, but a crown. And, therefore, Clearchus, by his caution, must be considered more to blame for the result in the destruction of the life and fortune of Cyrus, than he by his heat and rashness. For had the king made it his business to discover a place, where having posted the Grecians, he might encounter them with the least hazard, he would never have found out any other but that which was most remote from himself and those near him; of his defeat in which he was insensible, and, though Clearchus had the victory, yet Cyrus could not know of it, and could take no advantage of it before his fall. Cyrus knew well enough what was expedient to be done, and commanded Clearchus with his men to take their place in the center. Clearchus replied that he would take care to have all arranged as was best, and then spoiled all.
But as many historians describe this battle, particularly Xenophon, who vividly brings it to life as if it's happening now rather than as a past event, making his audience feel all the emotions and dangers involved, I would be foolish to provide a longer account than merely noting things he left out that deserve mentioning. The location where the two armies were set up is called Cunaxa, about five hundred furlongs from Babylon. Here, before the fight, Clearchus urged Cyrus to stay behind the soldiers and not put himself at risk. They say Cyrus replied, “What’s this, Clearchus? Do you want me, who aims for power, to show myself unworthy of it?” If Cyrus made a serious mistake by rushing into danger without considering his safety, Clearchus was just as wrong, if not more, for refusing to lead the Greeks against the main enemy force where the king was, and for keeping his right wing close to the river to avoid being surrounded. If he wanted to be safe above all else and thought his primary goal was to protect himself, he should have stayed home. But after marching ten thousand furlongs from the coast, simply by his own decision, to help place Cyrus on the throne, it seemed absurd for him to look for a position that would allow him to preserve himself rather than the one under whose command he served. This suggested that, out of fear of immediate dangers, he had abandoned the purpose of his actions and betrayed the mission of his expedition. The outcome of the battle clearly shows that none of those arranged around the king could have withstood the force of the Greek charge; if they had been defeated and Artaxerxes had either fled or fallen, Cyrus would have gained not only safety but a crown from the victory. Therefore, Clearchus’s caution must be seen as more blameworthy for the destruction of Cyrus's life and fortune than Cyrus’s impulsiveness. If the king had focused on finding a position where he could engage the Grecians with the least risk, he would have chosen one furthest away from himself and those close to him; he was unaware of his defeat, and though Clearchus technically won, Cyrus couldn’t recognize it or take advantage of it before he fell. Cyrus understood what needed to be done and ordered Clearchus and his men to take position in the center. Clearchus responded that he would ensure everything was arranged properly, but then mishandled it all.
For the Grecians, where they were, defeated the barbarians till they were weary, and chased them successfully a very great way. But Cyrus being mounted upon a noble but a headstrong and hard-mouthed horse, bearing the name, as Ctesias tells us, of Pasacas, Artagerses, the leader of the Cadusians, galloped up to him, crying aloud, “O most unjust and senseless of men, who are the disgrace of the honored name of Cyrus, are you come here leading the wicked Greeks on a wicked journey, to plunder the good things of the Persians, and this with the intent of slaying your lord and brother, the master of ten thousand times ten thousand servants that are better men than you? as you shall see this instant; for you shall lose your head here, before you look upon the face of the king.” Which when he had said, he cast his javelin at him. But the coat of mail stoutly repelled it, and Cyrus was not wounded; yet the stroke falling heavy upon him, he reeled under it. Then Artagerses turning his horse, Cyrus threw his weapon, and sent the head of it through his neck near the shoulder bone. So that it is almost universally agreed to by all the author that Artagerses was slain by him. But as to the death of Cyrus, since Xenophon, as being himself no eye-witness of it, has stated it simply and in few words, it may not be amiss perhaps to run over on the one hand what Dinon, and on the other, what Ctesias has said of it.
For the Greeks, where they were, they defeated the barbarians until they were exhausted and chased them a long distance. But Cyrus, riding a noble yet stubborn and difficult horse named Pasacas, as Ctesias tells us, was confronted by Artagerses, the leader of the Cadusians, who galloped up to him, shouting, “Oh, most unjust and foolish of men, who disgrace the respected name of Cyrus, have you come here leading the wicked Greeks on a wicked mission, to steal the prized possessions of the Persians, intending to kill your lord and brother, the master of countless servants who are far better than you? You shall see this right now; for you will lose your head here before you even see the king.” After saying this, he hurled his javelin at him. However, Cyrus’s armor blocked it, and he wasn’t wounded; still, the impact made him stagger. Then, as Artagerses turned his horse, Cyrus threw his weapon and drove the head of it through Artagerses’s neck near the shoulder. So, it is almost universally accepted by all the authors that Artagerses was killed by him. But regarding the death of Cyrus, since Xenophon, who wasn’t an eyewitness, has described it briefly and simply, it might be helpful to review what Dinon and Ctesias have said about it.
Dinon then affirms, that, after the death of Artagerses, Cyrus, furiously attacking the guard of Artaxerxes, wounded the king’s horse, and so dismounted him, and when Teribazus had quickly lifted him up upon another, and said to him, “O king, remember this day, which is not one to be forgotten,” Cyrus, again spurring up his horse, struck down Artaxerxes. But at the third assault the king being enraged, and saying to those near him that death was more eligible, made up to Cyrus, who furiously and blindly rushed in the face of the weapons opposed to him. So the king struck him with a javelin, as likewise did those that were about him. And thus Cyrus falls, as some say, by the hand of the king; as others, by the dart of a Carian, to whom Artaxerxes, for a reward of his achievement, gave the privilege of carrying ever after a golden cock upon his spear before the first ranks of the army in all expeditions. For the Persians call the men of Caria cocks, because of the crests with which they adorn their helmets.
Dinon then confirms that, after Artagerses died, Cyrus, fiercely attacking Artaxerxes's guard, wounded the king's horse, causing him to fall off. When Teribazus quickly helped him onto another horse and said, "O king, remember this day, which is one you should not forget," Cyrus, once again spurring his horse, struck down Artaxerxes. But on the third charge, the king, enraged and telling those around him that death would be better, moved towards Cyrus, who recklessly charged into the face of the weapons aimed at him. The king hit him with a javelin, and so did those around him. Thus, Cyrus falls, some say by the king's hand; others say it was by the dart of a Carian, to whom Artaxerxes, in gratitude for his feat, granted the honor of carrying a golden cock on his spear before the front ranks of the army in all expeditions. The Persians refer to the men of Caria as cocks because of the crests they wear on their helmets.
But the account of Ctesias, to put it shortly, omitting many details, is as follows: Cyrus, after the death of Artagerses, rode up against the king, as he did against him, neither exchanging a word with the other. But Ariaeus, Cyrus’s friend, was beforehand with him, and darted first at the king, yet wounded him not. Then the king cast his lance at his brother, but missed him, though he both hit and slew Satiphernes, a noble man and a faithful friend to Cyrus. Then Cyrus directed his lance against the king, and pierced his breast with it quite through his armor, two inches deep, so that he fell from his horse with the stroke. At which those that attended him being put to flight and disorder, he, rising with a few, among whom was Ctesias, and making his way to a little hill not far off, rested himself. But Cyrus, who was in the thick of the enemy, was carried off a great way by the wildness of his horse, the darkness which was now coming on making it hard for them to know him, and for his followers to find him. However, being made elate with victory, and full of confidence and force, he passed through them, crying out, and that more than once, in the Persian language, “Clear the way, villains, clear the way;” which they indeed did, throwing themselves down at his feet. But his tiara dropped off his head, and a young Persian, by name Mithridates, running by, struck a dart into one of his temples near his eye, not knowing who he was, out of which wound much blood gushed, so that Cyrus, swooning and senseless, fell off his horse. The horse escaped, and ran about the field; but the companion of Mithridates took the trappings, which fell off, soaked with blood. And as Cyrus slowly began to come to himself, some eunuchs who were there tried to put him on another horse, and so convey him safe away. And when he was not able to ride, and desired to walk on his feet, they led and supported him, being indeed dizzy in the head and reeling, but convinced of his being victorious, hearing, as he went, the fugitives saluting Cyrus as king, and praying for grace and mercy. In the meantime, some wretched, poverty-stricken Caunians, who in some pitiful employment as camp-followers had accompanied the king’s army, by chance joined these attendants of Cyrus, supposing them to be of their own party. But when, after a while, they made out that their coats over their breastplates were red, whereas all the king’s people wore white ones, they knew that they were enemies. One of them, therefore, not dreaming that it was Cyrus, ventured to strike him behind with a dart. The vein under the knee was cut open, and Cyrus fell, and at the same time struck his wounded temple against a stone, and so died. Thus runs Ctesias’s account, tardily, with the slowness of a blunt weapon, effecting the victim’s death.
But Ctesias's account, to put it simply and leaving out many details, goes like this: After Artagerses died, Cyrus confronted the king without exchanging a single word. However, Cyrus’s friend Ariaeus was ahead of him and charged at the king first, but didn’t injure him. The king then threw his spear at his brother but missed, hitting and killing Satiphernes, a noble and loyal friend of Cyrus instead. Cyrus then aimed his lance at the king and shot it through his armor, deep into his chest, causing him to fall from his horse. This caused the king’s attendants to panic and scatter. He managed to get up with a few others, including Ctesias, and made his way to a nearby hill to catch his breath. Meanwhile, Cyrus found himself caught up in the mass of enemies, as his horse dashed away due to the chaos. The approaching darkness made it difficult to identify him, or for his followers to find him. However, fueled by his victory and full of confidence, he pushed through the crowd, shouting in Persian several times, “Clear the way, you cowards!” which they did, throwing themselves down at his feet. But his tiara fell off, and a young Persian named Mithridates ran by and threw a dart that struck one of Cyrus's temples near his eye, not realizing who he was. This caused a lot of blood to gush out, and Cyrus fell off his horse, faint and unconscious. The horse ran off across the battlefield, while Mithridates's companion took the blood-soaked trappings that had fallen. As Cyrus slowly regained consciousness, some eunuchs nearby tried to help him onto another horse to ensure his safety. When he couldn't ride and wanted to walk, they led and supported him, dizzy and unsteady but aware that he had won, hearing the fleeing soldiers calling him king and begging for mercy. Meanwhile, some unfortunate and poor Caunians, who were camping with the king’s army, mistakenly joined Cyrus’s attendants, thinking they were on the same side. But after a while, they noticed that the breastplates of Cyrus's group were red while the king’s people wore white, so they realized they were enemies. One of them, not knowing it was Cyrus, struck him from behind with a dart. This cut the vein below Cyrus's knee, causing him to fall and hit his wounded temple against a stone, leading to his death. So goes Ctesias’s account, slowly unfolding like a dull weapon dealing the fatal blow.
When he was now dead, Artasyras, the king’s eye, passed by on horseback, and, having observed the eunuchs lamenting, he asked the most trusty of them, “Who is this, Pariscas, whom you sit here deploring?” He replied, “Do not you see, O Artasyras, that it is my master, Cyrus?” Then Artasyras wondering, bade the eunuch be of good cheer, and keep the dead body safe. And going in all haste to Artaxerxes, who had now given up all hope of his affairs, and was in great suffering also with his thirst and his wound, he with much joy assured him that he had seen Cyrus dead. Upon this, at first, he set out to go in person to the place, and commanded Artasyras to conduct him where he lay. But when there was a great noise made about the Greeks, who were said to be in full pursuit, conquering and carrying all before them, he thought it best to send a number of persons to see; and accordingly thirty men went with torches in their hands. Meantime, as he seemed to be almost at the point of dying from thirst, his eunuch Satibarzanes ran about seeking drink for him; for the place had no water in it, and he was at a good distance from his camp. After a long search he at last luckily met with one of those poor Caunian camp-followers, who had in a wretched skin about four pints of foul and stinking water, which he took and gave to the king; and when he had drunk all off, he asked him if he did not dislike the water; but he declared by all the gods, that he never so much relished either wine, or water out of the lightest or purest stream. “And therefore,” said he, “if I fail myself to discover and reward him who gave it to you, I beg of heaven to make him rich and prosperous.”
When Artasyras, the king's eye, rode by on horseback and saw the eunuchs mourning, he asked the most trusted among them, “Who is this, Pariscas, that you’re mourning?” Pariscas replied, “Don’t you see, Artasyras, that it’s my master, Cyrus?” Surprised, Artasyras told the eunuch to be cheerful and to take care of the dead body. He then hurried to Artaxerxes, who had lost all hope and was suffering greatly from thirst and his wound, and joyfully informed him that he had seen Cyrus dead. Initially, Artaxerxes intended to go to the location himself and ordered Artasyras to take him to where Cyrus lay. But when he heard a lot of noise about the Greeks supposedly in full pursuit, conquering everything in their way, he decided it was better to send some people to check it out; so thirty men went with torches in hand. Meanwhile, as he seemed about to die from thirst, his eunuch Satibarzanes ran around looking for something to drink because there was no water nearby, and he was also far from his camp. After a long search, he fortunately came across a poor Caunian camp-follower who had about four pints of dirty and foul-smelling water in a wretched skin. He took it and gave it to the king; after drinking it all, he asked if the water wasn’t unpleasant. The man swore by all the gods that he had never enjoyed either wine or water from a clearer or purer stream as much. “And so,” he said, “if I fail to find and reward the one who provided this for you, I pray that heaven makes him rich and successful.”
Just after this, came back the thirty messengers, with joy and triumph in their looks, bringing him the tidings of his unexpected fortune. And now he was also encouraged by the number of soldiers that again began to flock in and gather about him; so that he presently descended into the plain with many lights and flambeaus round about him. And when he had come near the dead body, and, according to a certain law of the Persians, the right hand and head had been lopped off from the trunk, he gave orders that the latter should be brought to him, and, grasping the hair of it, which was long and bushy, he showed it to those who were still uncertain and disposed to fly. They were amazed at it, and did him homage; so that there were presently seventy thousand of them got about him, and entered the camp again with him. He had led out to the fight, as Ctesias affirms, four hundred thousand men. But Dinon and Xenophon aver that there were many more than forty myriads actually engaged. As to the number of the slain, as the catalogue of them was given up to Artaxerxes, Ctesias says, they were nine thousand, but that they appeared to him no fewer than twenty thousand. Thus far there is something to be said on both sides. But it is a flagrant untruth on the part of Ctesias to say that he was sent along with Phalinus the Zacynthian and some others to the Grecians. For Xenophon knew well enough that Ctesias was resident at court; for he makes mention of him, and had evidently met with his writings. And, therefore, had he come, and been deputed the interpreter of such momentous words, Xenophon surely would not have struck his name out of the embassy to mention only Phalinus. But Ctesias, as is evident, being excessively vain-glorious, and no less a favorer of the Lacedaemonians and Clearchus, never fails to assume to himself some province in his narrative, taking opportunity, in these situations, to introduce abundant high praise of Clearchus and Sparta.
Just after this, the thirty messengers returned, looking joyful and triumphant, bringing him the news of his unexpected fortune. He was also encouraged by the number of soldiers who began to gather around him again; so he quickly descended to the plain with many lights and torches surrounding him. When he got close to the dead body and, according to a certain Persian custom, had the right hand and head severed from the trunk, he ordered the latter to be brought to him. Grasping the long and bushy hair, he showed it to those who were still uncertain and thinking of fleeing. They were amazed and paid their respects to him, so that soon seventy thousand of them surrounded him and re-entered the camp with him. He had led out to battle, as Ctesias claims, four hundred thousand men. However, Dinon and Xenophon argue that there were actually many more than forty thousand engaged. Regarding the number of the slain, according to the list given to Artaxerxes, Ctesias states that there were nine thousand, but he thought there were at least twenty thousand. There are valid points on both sides. However, it is a blatant falsehood for Ctesias to claim he was sent with Phalinus the Zacynthian and others to the Greeks. For Xenophon knew well that Ctesias was at court; he mentions him and clearly had encountered his writings. Therefore, had Ctesias come and been appointed as the interpreter of such important words, Xenophon certainly would not have omitted his name from the embassy while only mentioning Phalinus. But Ctesias, being excessively vain and a supporter of the Lacedaemonians and Clearchus, never fails to insert himself into his narrative, using these opportunities to praise Clearchus and Sparta abundantly.
When the battle was over, Artaxerxes sent goodly and magnificent gifts to the son of Artagerses, whom Cyrus slew. He conferred likewise high honors upon Ctesias and others, and, having found out the Caunian who gave him the bottle of water, he made him, of a poor, obscure man, a rich and an honorable person. As for the punishments he indicted upon delinquents, there was a kind of harmony betwixt them and the crimes. He gave order that one Arbaces, a Mede, that had fled in the fight to Cyrus, and again at his fall had come back, should, as a mark that he was considered a dastardly and effeminate, not a dangerous or treasonable man, have a common harlot set upon his back, and carry her about for a whole day in the marketplace. Another, besides that he had deserted to them, having falsely vaunted that he had killed two of the rebels, he decreed that three needles should be struck through his tongue. And both supposing that with his own hand he had cut off Cyrus, and being willing that all men should think and say so, he sent rich presents to Mithridates, who first wounded him, and charged those by whom he conveyed the gifts to him to tell him, that “the king has honored you with these his favors, because you found and brought him the horse-trappings of Cyrus.” The Carian, also, from whose wound in the ham Cyrus died, suing for his reward, he commanded those that brought it him to say that “the king presents you with this as a second remuneration for the good news told him; for first Artasyras, and, next to him, you assured him of the decease of Cyrus.” Mithridates retired without complaint, though not without resentment. But the unfortunate Carian was fool enough to give way to a natural infirmity. For being ravished with the sight of the princely gifts that were before him, and being tempted thereupon to challenge and aspire to things above him, he deigned not to accept the king’s present as a reward for good news, but indignantly crying out and appealing to witnesses, he protested that he, and none but he, had killed Cyrus, and that he was unjustly deprived of the glory. These words, when they came to his ear, much offended the king, so that forthwith he sentenced him to be beheaded. But the queen mother, being in the king’s presence, said, “Let not the king so lightly discharge this pernicious Carian; let him receive from me the fitting punishment of what he dares to say.” So when the king had consigned him over to Parysatis, she charged the executioners to take up the man, and stretch him upon the rack for ten days, then, tearing out his eyes, to drop molten brass into his ears till he expired.
When the battle ended, Artaxerxes sent impressive gifts to the son of Artagerses, whom Cyrus had killed. He also honored Ctesias and others, and when he found the Caunian who had given him the bottle of water, he turned him from a poor, unknown man into a wealthy and respected one. The punishments he dealt out to wrongdoers were somewhat appropriate for their crimes. He ordered that a Mede named Arbaces, who had fled to Cyrus during the fight and returned after his defeat, should be publicly shamed by having a common prostitute placed on his back and made to carry her around the marketplace for an entire day, marking him as cowardly and effeminate, rather than dangerous or treasonous. Another man, who had deserted them and falsely claimed to have killed two of the rebels, was condemned to have three needles thrust through his tongue. Both men believed he had single-handedly killed Cyrus and wanted everyone to think and say the same, so he sent generous gifts to Mithridates, who had inflicted the first wound on Cyrus, instructing those who delivered the gifts to tell him, "The king has honored you with these gifts because you found and brought him the horse gear of Cyrus." The Carian, from whose wound Cyrus died, sought his reward, and the king told those delivering it to say, "The king presents you with this as a second payment for the good news you brought; first, Artasyras, and then you confirmed Cyrus's death." Mithridates left without complaint, though with some resentment. However, the unfortunate Carian foolishly succumbed to a natural weakness. Overwhelmed by the sight of the royal gifts in front of him, and tempted to claim more than he deserved, he refused to accept the king’s present as a reward for good news. Instead, he indignantly shouted and called for witnesses, claiming that he, and only he, had killed Cyrus and that he was unjustly robbed of glory. These words greatly angered the king, prompting him to sentence the Carian to be executed. But the queen mother, present in the king’s court, said, “Let not the king so easily dismiss this treacherous Carian; let him receive the appropriate punishment for his audacity.” So the king handed him over to Parysatis, who ordered the executioners to take him, stretch him on the rack for ten days, then tear out his eyes and pour molten brass into his ears until he died.
Mithridates, also, within a short time after, miserably perished by the like folly; for being invited to a feast where were the eunuchs both of the king and of the queen mother, he came arrayed in the dress and the golden ornaments which he had received from the king. After they began to drink, the eunuch that was the greatest in power with Parysatis thus speaks to him: A magnificent dress, indeed, O Mithridates, is this which the king has given you; the chains and bracelets are glorious, and your scimitar of invaluable worth; how happy has he made you, the object of every eye!” To whom he, being a little overcome with the wine replied, “What are these things, Sparamizes? Sure I am, I showed myself to the king in that day of trial to be one deserving greater and costlier gifts than these.” At which Sparamizes smiling, said, “I do not grudge them to you, Mithridates; but since the Grecians tell us that wine and truth go together, let me hear now, my friend, what glorious or mighty matter was it to find some trappings that had slipped off a horse, and to bring them to the king?” And this he spoke, not as ignorant of the truth, but desiring to unbosom him to the company, irritating the vanity of the man, whom drink had now made eager to talk and incapable of controlling himself. So he forbore nothing, but said out, “Talk you what you please of horse-trappings, and such trifles; I tell you plainly, that this hand was the death of Cyrus. For I threw not my dart as Artagerses did, in vain and to no purpose, but only just missing his eye, and hitting him right on the temple, and piercing him through, I brought him to the ground; and of that wound he died.” The rest of the company, who saw the end and the hapless fate of Mithridates as if it were already completed, bowed their heads to the ground; and he who entertained them said, “Mithridates, my friend, let us eat and drink now, revering the fortune of our prince, and let us waive discourse which is too weighty for us.”
Mithridates also met a tragic end not long after due to a similar folly. He was invited to a feast where both the king's and the queen mother's eunuchs were present, and he showed up dressed in the royal garments and golden decorations he had received from the king. As they started drinking, the most powerful eunuch with Parysatis remarked, “What a magnificent outfit the king has given you, Mithridates! The chains and bracelets are stunning, and your scimitar is priceless; how fortunate you are to be the center of attention!” To this, Mithridates, slightly tipsy from the wine, responded, “What are those things, Sparamizes? I’m sure I proved myself to the king that day to deserve gifts far greater and more valuable than these.” Sparamizes, smiling, said, “I have no jealousy towards you, Mithridates; but since the Greeks say wine and truth go hand in hand, tell me, my friend, what great achievement was it to find some horse trappings that had fallen off and bring them to the king?” He said this not out of ignorance, but to provoke Mithridates, whose drunkenness had now made him eager to speak and unable to hold back. So, he didn’t hold back and declared, “You can talk about horse trappings and such trivial things all you want; I’ll tell you plainly, this hand was responsible for Cyrus’s death. I didn’t throw my dart like Artagerses did, aimlessly and in vain, but I just missed his eye, hitting him square on the temple, piercing right through, and that’s what brought him down.” The rest of the guests, sensing Mithridates's impending doom, bowed their heads to the ground. The host then said, “Mithridates, my friend, let’s eat and drink now, honoring the fortune of our prince, and let’s avoid discussions that are too heavy for us.”
Presently after, Sparamizes told Parysatis what he said, and she told the king, who was greatly enraged at it, as having the lie given him, and being in danger to forfeit the most glorious and most pleasant circumstance of his victory. For it was his desire that everyone, whether Greek or barbarian, should believe that in the mutual assaults and conflicts between him and his brother, he, giving and receiving a blow, was himself indeed wounded, but that the other lost his life. And, therefore, he decreed that Mithridates should be put to death in boats; which execution is after the following manner: Taking two boats framed exactly to fit and answer each other, they lay down in one of them the malefactor that suffers, upon his back; then, covering it with the other, and so setting them together that the head, hands, and feet of him are left outside, and the rest of his body lies shut up within, they offer him food, and if he refuse to eat it, they force him to do it by pricking his eyes; then, after he has eaten, they drench him with a mixture of milk and honey, pouring it not only into his mouth, but all over his face. They then keep his face continually turned towards the sun; and it becomes completely covered up and hidden by the multitude of flies that settle on it. And as within the boats he does what those that eat and drink must needs do, creeping things and vermin spring out of the corruption and rottenness of the excrement, and these entering into the bowels of him, his body is consumed. When the man is manifestly dead, the uppermost boat being taken off, they find his flesh devoured, and swarms of such noisome creatures preying upon and, as it were, growing to his inwards. In this way Mithridates, after suffering for seventeen days, at last expired.
After that, Sparamizes told Parysatis what he had said, and she informed the king, who was very angry about it because he felt insulted and was at risk of losing the most glorious and enjoyable part of his victory. He wanted everyone, whether Greek or barbarian, to believe that in the back-and-forth battles between him and his brother, he had indeed been wounded while the other lost his life. Therefore, he ordered that Mithridates be executed in boats. The execution worked like this: They took two boats designed to fit together perfectly. They laid the condemned man on his back in one of the boats and covered him with the other, leaving his head, hands, and feet sticking out while the rest of his body was enclosed. They offered him food, and if he refused to eat, they forced him by poking his eyes. After he ate, they soaked him in a mixture of milk and honey, pouring it not just into his mouth but over his entire face. They kept his face turned toward the sun, which became completely covered with flies that settled on it. Inside the boats, he did what anyone would who eats and drinks, and from the decay of his waste, creeping things and vermin emerged, entering his insides and consuming his body. When he was clearly dead, they removed the top boat and found his flesh devoured, with swarms of disgusting creatures feeding on and seemingly growing into his insides. In this way, Mithridates finally died after suffering for seventeen days.
Masabates, the king’s eunuch, who had cut off the hand and head of Cyrus, remained still as a mark for Parysatis’s vengeance. Whereas, therefore, he was so circumspect, that he gave her no advantage against him, she framed this kind of snare for him. She was a very ingenious woman in other ways, and was an excellent player at dice, and, before the war, had often played with the king. After the war, too, when she had been reconciled to him, she joined readily in all amusements with him, played at dice with him, was his confidant in his love matters, and in every way did her best to leave him as little as possible in the company of Statira, both because she hated her more than any other person, and because she wished to have no one so powerful as herself. And so once when Artaxerxes was at leisure, and inclined to divert himself, she challenged him to play at dice with her for a thousand Darics, and purposely let him win them, and paid him down in gold. Yet, pretending to be concerned for her loss, and that she would gladly have her revenge for it, she pressed him to begin a new game for a eunuch; to which he consented. But first they agreed that each of them might except five of their most trusty eunuchs, and that out of the rest of them the loser should yield up any the winner should make choice of. Upon these conditions they played. Thus being bent upon her design, and thoroughly in earnest with her game, and the dice also running luckily for her, when she had got the game, she demanded Masabates, who was not in the number of the five excepted. And before the king could suspect the matter, having delivered him up to the tormentors, she enjoined them to flay him alive, to set his body upon three stakes, and to stretch his skin upon stakes separately from it.
Masabates, the king’s eunuch, who had cut off Cyrus's hand and head, remained as a target for Parysatis’s revenge. Although he was very careful not to give her any advantage against him, she laid this kind of trap for him. She was very clever in many ways, and was an excellent dice player, having often played with the king before the war. After the war, when she had reconciled with him, she eagerly took part in all his activities, played dice with him, became his confidante in his romantic pursuits, and did everything she could to keep him away from Statira, whom she hated more than anyone else, and because she wanted to remain the most powerful. So, once when Artaxerxes was relaxed and looking to have some fun, she challenged him to a dice game for a thousand Darics, and intentionally let him win, paying him in gold. However, pretending to be upset about her loss and eager for revenge, she urged him to start a new game for a eunuch; he agreed. But first, they decided that each could exclude five of their most trusted eunuchs, and that the loser would have to give up any eunuch the winner chose from the remaining ones. Playing under these conditions, and being focused on her plan, along with the dice favoring her, she won the game and asked for Masabates, who wasn't among the five excluded. Before the king could suspect anything, she handed him over to the torturers and ordered them to skin him alive, set his body on three stakes, and stretch his skin on separate stakes.
These things being done, and the king taking them ill, and being incensed against her, she with raillery and laughter told him, “You are a comfortable and happy man indeed, if you are so much disturbed for the sake of an old rascally eunuch, when I, though I have thrown away a thousand Darics, hold my peace and acquiesce in my fortune.” So the king, vexed with himself for having been thus deluded, hushed up all. But Statira both in other matters openly opposed her, and was angry with her for thus, against all law and humanity, sacrificing to the memory of Cyrus the king’s faithful friends and eunuchs.
After all these things happened, and the king was upset with them, feeling angry at her, she teased him with laughter, saying, “You must be a very fortunate and happy man if you’re so bothered about an old dishonest eunuch, when I, even after wasting a thousand Darics, remain silent and accept my fate.” The king, annoyed with himself for being tricked, decided to let it go. However, Statira openly disagreed with her on other issues and was angry that she was, against all decency and humanity, honoring the memory of Cyrus by sacrificing the king’s loyal friends and eunuchs.
Now after that Tisaphernes had circumvented and by a false oath had betrayed Clearchus and the other commanders, and, taking them, had sent them bound in chains to the king, Ctesias says that he was asked by Clearchus to supply him with a comb; and that when he had it, and had combed his head with it, he was much pleased with this good office, and gave him a ring, which might be a token of the obligation to his relatives and friends in Sparta; and that the engraving upon this signet was a set of Caryatides dancing. He tells us that the soldiers, his fellow captives, used to purloin a part of the allowance of food sent to Clearchus, giving him but little of it; which thing Ctesias says he rectified, causing a better allowance to be conveyed to him, and that a separate share should be distributed to the soldiers by themselves; adding that he ministered to and supplied him thus by the interest and at the instance of Parysatis. And there being a portion of ham sent daily with his other food to Clearchus, she, he says, advised and instructed him, that he ought to bury a small knife in the meat, and thus send it to his friend, and not leave his fate to be determined by the king’s cruelty; which he, however, he says, was afraid to do. However, Artaxerxes consented to the entreaties of his mother, and promised her with an oath that he would spare Clearchus; but afterwards, at the instigation of Statira, he put every one of them to death except Menon. And thenceforward, he says, Parysatis watched her advantage against Statira, and made up poison for her; not a very probable story, or a very likely motive to account for her conduct, if indeed he means that out of respect to Clearchus she dared to attempt the life of the lawful queen, that was mother of those who were heirs of the empire. But it is evident enough, that this part of his history is a sort of funeral exhibition in honor of Clearchus. For he would have us believe, that, when the generals were executed, the rest of them were torn in pieces by dogs and birds; but as for the remains of Clearchus, that a violent gust of wind, bearing before it a vast heap of earth, raised a mound to cover his body, upon which, after a short time, some dates having fallen there, a beautiful grove of trees grew up and overshadowed the place, so that the king himself declared his sorrow, concluding that in Clearchus he put to death a man beloved of the gods.
After Tisaphernes had tricked and betrayed Clearchus and the other commanders with a false oath, sending them bound in chains to the king, Ctesias says that Clearchus asked him for a comb. Once he had it and used it on his hair, he was quite pleased with this act of kindness and gave Ctesias a ring as a token of gratitude for his relatives and friends in Sparta. The engraving on this signet was a group of Caryatides dancing. Ctesias also mentions that the soldiers, his fellow captives, would steal part of the food allowance sent to Clearchus, leaving him very little. Ctesias says he fixed this by arranging for a better food allowance for Clearchus, ensuring the soldiers received their own separate share, and did this at the request of Parysatis. A portion of ham was sent daily along with his other food, and she advised him to bury a small knife in the meat and send it to his friend, so he wouldn’t leave his fate up to the king’s cruelty; however, he was too afraid to do it. Artaxerxes eventually agreed to his mother’s pleas, swearing that he would spare Clearchus, but later, at Statira's urging, he had all of them executed except Menon. From then on, Parysatis looked for an opportunity against Statira and prepared poison for her. This seems like an unlikely story and motive for her actions, especially if Ctesias suggests that she dared to attempt to kill the legal queen, the mother of the heirs to the empire out of respect for Clearchus. However, this part of his account feels more like a memorial for Clearchus. He wants us to believe that when the generals were executed, the rest were torn apart by dogs and birds, but as for Clearchus's remains, a strong gust of wind carried a large amount of earth to cover his body. After a while, some dates fell there and a beautiful grove of trees grew, shading the spot, leading the king himself to express sorrow, concluding that, in Clearchus, he had executed a man favored by the gods.
Parysatis, therefore, having from the first entertained a secret hatred and jealousy against Statira, seeing that the power she herself had with Artaxerxes was founded upon feelings of honor and respect for her, but that Statira’s influence was firmly and strongly based upon love and confidence, was resolved to contrive her ruin, playing at hazard, as she thought, for the greatest stake in the world. Among her attendant women there was one that was trusty and in the highest esteem with her, whose name was Gigis; who, as Dinon avers, assisted in making up the poison. Ctesias allows her only to have been conscious of it, and that against her will; charging Belitaras with actually giving the drug, whereas Dinon says it was Melantas. The two women had begun again to visit each other and to eat together; but though they had thus far relaxed their former habits of jealousy and variance, still, out of fear and as a matter of caution, they always ate of the same dishes and of the same parts of them. Now there is a small Persian bird, in the inside of which no excrement is found, only a mass of fat, so that they suppose the little creature lives upon air and dew. It is called rhyntaces. Ctesias affirms, that Parysatis, cutting a bird of this kind into two pieces with a knife, one side of which had been smeared with the drug, the other side being clear of it, ate the untouched and wholesome part herself, and gave Statira that which was thus infected; but Dinon will not have it to be Parysatis, but Melantas, that cut up the bird and presented the envenomed part of it to Statira; who, dying with dreadful agonies and convulsions, was herself sensible of what had happened to her, and aroused in the king’s mind suspicion of his mother, whose savage and implacable temper he knew. And therefore proceeding instantly to an inquest, he seized upon his mother’s domestic servants that attended at her table, and put them upon the rack. Parysatis kept Gigis at home with her a long time, and, though the king commanded her, she would not produce her. But she, at last, herself desiring that she might be dismissed to her own home by night, Artaxerxes had intimation of it, and, lying in wait for her, hurried her away, and adjudged her to death. Now poisoners in Persia suffer thus by law. There is a broad stone, on which they place the head of the culprit, and then with another stone beat and press it, until the face and the head itself are all pounded to pieces; which was the punishment Gigis lost her life by. But to his mother, Artaxerxes neither said nor did any other hurt, save that he banished and confined her, not much against her will, to Babylon, protesting that while she lived he would not come near that city. Such was the condition of the king’s affairs in his own house.
Parysatis had secretly harbored hatred and jealousy towards Statira from the beginning. She realized that her own influence over Artaxerxes was based on honor and respect, while Statira’s power relied entirely on love and trust. Determined to ruin Statira, she felt she was gambling for the biggest stakes imaginable. Among her attendants was Gigis, a trusted woman highly regarded by her, who, according to Dinon, helped prepare the poison. Ctesias claims she only knew about it against her will, accusing Belitaras of administering the drug, while Dinon says it was Melantas. The two women had started visiting and dining together again; despite easing their previous jealousy and hostility, they still cautiously shared the same dishes and the same portions. There is a small Persian bird that has no waste inside it, just a mass of fat, leading people to believe it survives on air and dew. This bird is called rhyntaces. Ctesias states that Parysatis, cutting this type of bird in half with a knife—one half smeared with poison and the other untouched—ate the clean part herself and gave Statira the contaminated half. However, Dinon argues that it was Melantas, not Parysatis, who cut the bird and served the poisoned piece to Statira. Statira experienced horrifying pains and convulsions, realizing what had happened, which raised suspicions in the king’s mind about his mother, knowing her fierce and unforgiving nature. Consequently, he immediately ordered an inquiry, seizing his mother’s servants who had dined with her and torturing them for answers. Parysatis kept Gigis at home for a long time, and even though the king ordered her to bring Gigis forward, she refused. Eventually, when Gigis asked to go home at night, Artaxerxes learned of it, ambushed her, and sentenced her to death. In Persia, poisoners face a specific punishment: their heads are placed on a large stone, and another stone is used to crush them until their face and skull are pulverized—this was the fate Gigis met. As for his mother, Artaxerxes neither punished her directly nor harmed her, but he did banish her to Babylon, which she accepted with little objection, declaring he would not approach that city while she lived. Thus, the king's family situation was quite complicated.
But when all his attempts to capture the Greeks that had come up with Cyrus, though he desired to do so no less than he had desired to overcome Cyrus and maintain his throne, proved unsuccessful, and they, though they had lost both Cyrus and their own generals, nevertheless escaped, as it were, out of his very palace, making it plain to all men that the Persian king and his empire were mighty indeed in gold and luxury and women, but otherwise were a mere show and vain display, upon this, all Greece took courage, and despised the barbarians; and especially the Lacedaemonians thought it strange if they should not now deliver their countrymen that dwelt in Asia from their subjection to the Persians, nor put an end to the contumelious usage of them. And first having an army under the conduct of Thimbron, then under Dercyllidas, but doing nothing memorable, they at last committed the war to the management of their king Agesilaus, who, when he had arrived with his men in Asia, as soon as he had landed them, fell actively to work, and got himself great renown. He defeated Tisaphernes in a pitched battle, and set many cities in revolt. Upon this, Artaxerxes, perceiving what was his wisest way of waging the war, sent Timocrates the Rhodian into Greece, with large sums of gold, commanding him by a free distribution of it to corrupt the leading men in the cities, and to excite a Greek war against Sparta. So Timocrates following his instructions, the most considerable cities conspiring together, and Peloponnesus being in disorder, the ephors remanded Agesilaus from Asia. At which time, they say, as he was upon his return, he told his friends that Artaxerxes had driven him out of Asia with thirty thousand archers; the Persian coin having an archer stamped upon it.
But when all his efforts to capture the Greeks who had come with Cyrus, which he wanted just as much as he wanted to defeat Cyrus and keep his throne, failed, and they, despite losing both Cyrus and their own generals, managed to escape from his very palace, it became clear to everyone that the Persian king and his empire were indeed powerful in gold, luxury, and women, but otherwise just a facade and empty display. Because of this, all of Greece gained confidence and looked down on the barbarians; especially the Spartans thought it was odd not to free their countrymen living in Asia from Persian rule and to stop their mistreatment. First, they sent an army led by Thimbron, then by Dercyllidas, but they accomplished nothing significant. Eventually, they entrusted the war to their king Agesilaus, who, upon arriving with his troops in Asia, got right to work as soon as they landed and earned great fame. He defeated Tisaphernes in a major battle and incited many cities to revolt. In response, Artaxerxes, realizing the best way to conduct the war, sent Timocrates the Rhodian to Greece with large amounts of gold, instructing him to corrupt the influential leaders in the cities through generous distribution and to stir up a Greek war against Sparta. Following these instructions, Timocrates got the most powerful cities to conspire together, and with chaos in the Peloponnese, the ephors recalled Agesilaus from Asia. At that time, they say, as he was returning, he told his friends that Artaxerxes had forced him out of Asia with thirty thousand archers; the Persian coin had an archer stamped on it.
Artaxerxes scoured the seas, too, of the Lacedaemonians, Conon the Athenian and Pharnabazus being his admirals. For Conon, after the battle of Aegospotami, resided in Cyprus; not that he consulted his own mere security, but looking for a vicissitude of affairs with no less hope than men wait for a change of wind at sea. And perceiving that his skill wanted power, and that the king’s power wanted a wise man to guide it, he sent him an account by letter of his projects, and charged the bearer to hand it to the king, if possible, by the mediation of Zeno the Cretan or Polycritus the Mendaean (the former being a dancing-master, the latter a physician), or, in the absence of them both, by Ctesias; who is said to have taken Conon’s letter, and foisted into the contents of it a request; that the king would also be pleased to send over Ctesias to him, who was likely to be of use on the sea-coast. Ctesias, however, declares that the king, of his own accord, deputed him to this service. Artaxerxes, however, defeating the Lacedaemonians in a sea-fight at Cnidos, under the conduct of Pharnabazus and Conon, after he had stripped them of their sovereignty by sea, at the same time, brought, so to say, the whole of Greece over to him, so that upon his own terms he dictated the celebrated peace among them, styled the peace of Antalcidas. This Antalcidas was a Spartan, the son of one Leon, who, acting for the king’s interest, induced the Lacedaemonians to covenant to let all the Greek cities in Asia and the islands adjacent to it become subject and tributary to him, peace being upon these conditions established among the Greeks, if indeed the honorable name of peace can fairly be given to what was in fact the disgrace and betrayal of Greece, a treaty more inglorious than had ever been the result of any war to those defeated in it.
Artaxerxes also searched the seas for the Lacedaemonians, with Conon the Athenian and Pharnabazus as his admirals. After the battle of Aegospotami, Conon had settled in Cyprus; it wasn’t just for his safety, but he was hopeful for a change of fortunes, much like how sailors await a shift in the wind. Realizing he lacked the power to back his expertise and that the king’s power needed a wise advisor, he sent the king a letter outlining his plans and asked the messenger to deliver it, preferably through Zeno the Cretan or Polycritus the Mendaean (the former being a dance instructor, the latter a doctor), or if they weren’t available, through Ctesias. It’s said that Ctesias took Conon’s letter and added a request asking the king to send him over, believing he would be helpful along the coast. However, Ctesias claims that the king appointed him for this task voluntarily. Artaxerxes, defeating the Lacedaemonians in a naval battle at Cnidos under Pharnabazus and Conon’s leadership, stripped them of their maritime power, effectively bringing most of Greece under his influence. He dictated a notable peace among them, known as the peace of Antalcidas. Antalcidas was a Spartan, the son of Leon, who persuaded the Lacedaemonians to agree to let all the Greek cities in Asia and the nearby islands become subject to him, establishing peace on those terms. However, one might question whether this disgrace and betrayal of Greece could truly be called peace, a treaty more humiliating than any result of a defeated war.
And therefore Artaxerxes, though always abominating other Spartans, and looking upon them, as Dinon says, to be the most impudent men living, gave wonderful honor to Antalcidas when he came to him into Persia; so much so that one day, taking a garland of flowers and dipping it in the most precious ointment, he sent it to him after supper, a favor which all were amazed at. Indeed he was a person fit to be thus delicately treated, and to have such a crown, who had among the Persians thus made fools of Leonidas and Callicratidas. Agesilaus, it seems, on someone having said, “O the deplorable fate of Greece, now that the Spartans turn Medes!” replied, “Nay, rather it is the Medes who become Spartans.” But the subtlety of the repartee did not wipe off the infamy of the action. The Lacedaemonians soon after lost their sovereignty in Greece by their defeat at Leuctra; but they had already lost their honor by this treaty. So long then as Sparta continued to be the first state in Greece, Artaxerxes continued to Antalcidas the honor of being called his friend and his guest; but when, routed and humbled at the battle of Leuctra, being under great distress for money, they had dispatched Agesilaus into Egypt, and Antalcidas went up to Artaxerxes, beseeching him to supply their necessities, he so despised, slighted, and rejected him, that finding himself, on his return, mocked and insulted by his enemies, and fearing also the ephors, he starved himself to death. Ismenias, also, the Theban, and Pelopidas, who had already gained the victory at Leuctra, arrived at the Persian court; where the latter did nothing unworthy of himself. But Ismenias, being commanded to do obeisance to the king, dropped his ring before him upon the ground, and so, stooping to take it up, made a show of doing him homage. He was so gratified with some secret intelligence which Timagoras the Athenian sent in to him by the hand of his secretary, Beluris, that he bestowed upon him ten thousand darics, and because he was ordered, on account of some sickness, to drink cow’s milk, there were fourscore milch kine driven after him; also, he sent him a bed, furniture, and servants for it, the Grecians not having skill enough to make it, as also chairmen to carry him, being infirm in body, to the seaside. Not to mention the feast made for him at court, which was so princely and splendid that Ostanes, the king’s brother, said to him, “O, Timagoras, do not forget the sumptuous table you have sat at here; it was not put before you for nothing;” which was indeed rather a reflection upon his treason than to remind him of the king’s bounty. And indeed the Athenians condemned Timagoras to death for taking bribes.
And so, even though Artaxerxes always hated other Spartans and considered them, as Dinon says, the most shameless people alive, he gave great honor to Antalcidas when he came to Persia. One day, he took a garland of flowers, dipped it in the finest ointment, and sent it to him after dinner, a gesture that astonished everyone. He was truly someone deserving of such delicate treatment and that kind of crown, especially since he had made fools of Leonidas and Callicratidas among the Persians. It seems Agesilaus, in response to someone saying, “Oh, the tragic fate of Greece, now that the Spartans are becoming like the Medes!” replied, “No, it’s the Medes who are becoming like the Spartans.” But this clever retort didn’t erase the shame of the act. Soon after, the Lacedaemonians lost their power in Greece due to their defeat at Leuctra; however, they had already lost their honor with this treaty. As long as Sparta remained the leading state in Greece, Artaxerxes continued to honor Antalcidas by calling him his friend and guest. But when, after their defeat and being financially strained, they sent Agesilaus to Egypt, and Antalcidas approached Artaxerxes asking for help, he was so despised and rejected that upon returning, he faced mockery and insults from his enemies and, fearing the ephors, starved himself to death. Ismenias, the Theban, and Pelopidas, who had already won the victory at Leuctra, arrived at the Persian court; the latter conducted himself with dignity. However, when Ismenias was ordered to bow to the king, he dropped his ring on the ground and, bending down to pick it up, pretended to show respect. He was so pleased with some secret information transmitted by Timagoras the Athenian through his secretary, Beluris, that he awarded him ten thousand darics. Because he was instructed to drink cow’s milk due to an illness, eighty milking cows were sent after him. Additionally, he provided a bed, furniture, and servants since the Greeks didn’t have the skills to make it, along with chairmen to carry him, as he was physically weak, to the seaside. Not to mention the lavish feast held for him at court, which was so extravagant that Ostanes, the king’s brother, told him, “Oh, Timagoras, don’t forget the luxurious table you’ve enjoyed here; it wasn’t offered to you for nothing,” which was more of a jab at his treachery than a reminder of the king’s generosity. Indeed, the Athenians condemned Timagoras to death for accepting bribes.
But Artaxerxes gratified the Grecians in one thing in lieu of the many wherewith he plagued them, and that was by taking off Tisaphernes, their most hated and malicious enemy, whom he put to death; Parysatis adding her influence to the charges made against him. For the king did not persist long in his wrath with his mother, but was reconciled to her, and sent for her, being assured that she had wisdom and courage fit for royal power, and there being now no cause discernible but that they might converse together without suspicion or offense. And from thenceforward humoring the king in all things according to his heart’s desire, and finding fault with nothing that he did, she obtained great power with him, and was gratified in all her requests. She perceived he was desperately in love with Atossa, one of his own two daughters, and that he concealed and checked his passion chiefly for fear of herself, though, if we may believe some writers, he had privately given way to it with the young girl already. As soon as Parysatis suspected it, she displayed a greater fondness for the young girl than before, and extolled both her virtue and beauty to him, as being truly imperial and majestic. In fine, she persuaded him to marry her and declare her to be his lawful wife, overriding all the principles and the laws by which the Greeks hold themselves bound, and regarding himself as divinely appointed for a law to the Persians, and the supreme arbitrator of good and evil. Some historians further affirm, in which number is Heraclides of Cuma, that Artaxerxes married not only this one, but a second daughter also, Amestris, of whom we shall speak by and by. But he so loved Atossa when she became his consort, that when leprosy had run through her whole body, he was not in the least offended at it; but putting up his prayers to Juno for her, to this one alone of all the deities he made obeisance, by laying his hands upon the earth; and his satraps and favorites made such offerings to the goddess by his direction, that all along for sixteen furlongs, betwixt the court and her temple, the road was filled up with gold and silver, purple and horses, devoted to her.
But Artaxerxes pleased the Greeks in one way despite the many ways he troubled them, and that was by executing Tisaphernes, their most hated and cruel enemy. Parysatis used her influence to support the accusations against him. The king didn’t stay angry with his mother for long; he made up with her and called for her, confident that she possessed the wisdom and bravery suitable for royalty, and there was now no clear reason why they couldn't talk without suspicion or conflict. From that point on, she catered to the king in every way he desired and didn't criticize anything he did, gaining significant power with him and having all her requests fulfilled. She realized he was desperately in love with Atossa, one of his two daughters, and that he was hiding his feelings mainly out of fear of her, although some writers suggest he had already given in to his feelings in private. As soon as Parysatis suspected it, she expressed even more affection for the young girl than before and praised both her virtue and beauty to him, calling her genuinely regal and majestic. Ultimately, she convinced him to marry her and publicly declare her as his lawful wife, disregarding all the principles and laws by which the Greeks conduct themselves, believing instead that he was divinely appointed to make laws for the Persians and to judge good and evil. Some historians, including Heraclides of Cuma, claim that Artaxerxes married not just Atossa but also his second daughter Amestris, whom we will mention later. However, he loved Atossa so much once she became his wife that even when leprosy spread across her entire body, he wasn't offended at all; he prayed to Juno for her, and to her alone among all the gods, he showed respect by laying his hands on the ground. His satraps and favorites offered such gifts to the goddess on his behalf that the road between the court and her temple was lined with gold and silver, purple, and horses, dedicated to her, stretching for sixteen furlongs.
He waged war out of his own kingdom with the Egyptians, under the conduct of Pharnabazus and Iphicrates, but was unsuccessful by reason of their dissensions. In his expedition against the Cadusians, he went himself in person with three hundred thousand footmen and ten thousand horse. And making an incursion into their country, which was so mountainous as scarcely to be passable, and withal very misty, producing no sort of harvest of corn or the like, but with pears, apples, and other tree-fruits feeding a warlike and valiant breed of men, he unawares fell into great distresses and dangers. For there was nothing to be got fit for his men to eat, of the growth of that place, nor could anything be imported from any other. All they could do was to kill their beasts of burden, and thus an ass’s head could scarcely be bought for sixty drachmas. In short, the king’s own table failed; and there were but few horses left; the rest they had spent for food. Then Teribazus, a man often in great favor with his prince for his valor, and as often out of it for his buffoonery, and particularly at that time in humble estate and neglected, was the deliverer of the king and his army. There being two kings amongst the Cadusians, and each of them encamping separately, Teribazus, after he had made his application to Artaxerxes and imparted his design to him, went to one of the princes, and sent away his son privately to the other. So each of them deceived his man, assuring him that the other prince had deputed an ambassador to Artaxerxes, suing for friendship and alliance for himself alone; and, therefore, if he were wise, he told him, he must apply himself to his master before he had decreed anything, and he, he said, would lend him his assistance in all things. Both of them gave credit to these words, and because they supposed they were each intrigued against by the other, they both sent their envoys, one along with Teribazus, and the other with his son. All this taking some time to transact, fresh surmises and suspicions of Teribazus were expressed to the king, who began to be out of heart, sorry that he had confided in him, and ready to give ear to his rivals who impeached him. But at last he came, and so did his son, bringing the Cadusian agents along with them, and so there was a cessation of arms and a peace signed with both the princes. And Teribazus, in great honor and distinction, set out homewards in the company of the king; who, indeed, upon this journey made it appear plainly that cowardice and effeminacy are the effects, not of delicate and sumptuous living, as many suppose, but of a base and vicious nature, actuated by false and bad opinions. For notwithstanding his golden ornaments, his robe of state, and the rest of that costly attire, worth no less than twelve thousand talents, with which the royal person was constantly clad, his labors and toils were not a whit inferior to those of the meanest persons in his army. With his quiver by his side and his shield on his arm, he led them on foot, quitting his horse, through craggy and steep ways, insomuch that the sight of his cheerfulness and unwearied strength gave wings to the soldiers, and so lightened the journey, that they made daily marches of above two hundred furlongs.
He fought against the Egyptians from his own kingdom, led by Pharnabazus and Iphicrates, but he failed because of their disputes. In his campaign against the Cadusians, he personally took charge with three hundred thousand infantry and ten thousand cavalry. He invaded their territory, which was so mountainous it was barely navigable and very foggy, yielding no crops like grains, but only pears, apples, and other fruits, sustaining a fierce and brave group of warriors. Unfortunately, he found himself in serious trouble and danger. There was nothing suitable for his men to eat that came from that region, nor could anything be brought in from elsewhere. All they could do was slaughter their pack animals, and even a donkey’s head was hard to come by for sixty drachmas. In short, the king's own provisions ran out; only a few horses were left; the rest had been consumed for food. Then Teribazus, a man who had often been favored by the king for his bravery, but just as often fallen out of favor for his joking, and at that time was feeling low and overlooked, became the savior of the king and his army. There were two kings among the Cadusians, each camped separately. After consulting Artaxerxes and sharing his plan, Teribazus approached one of the kings and secretly sent his son to the other. Each king was misled into believing the other was sending an ambassador to Artaxerxes, seeking friendship and alliance for himself, so each was urged to reach out to Artaxerxes first for support. They both took this advice, thinking they were being played against each other, and sent their envoys, one with Teribazus and the other with his son. This took some time, and during the process, new doubts about Teribazus arose, causing the king to feel disheartened, regretting his trust in Teribazus, and he was tempted to believe his rivals. But eventually, Teribazus returned with his son, bringing the Cadusian envoys with them, leading to a truce and a peace agreement with both kings. Teribazus returned home with great honor alongside the king, who showed that cowardice and weakness come not from lavish living, as many think, but from a low and corrupt character fueled by false beliefs. For despite his gold decorations, his royal robe, and an expensive outfit worth no less than twelve thousand talents, the king’s efforts and hardships were no less than those of the lowest in his army. With his quiver by his side and shield on his arm, he led the troops on foot, abandoning his horse, through rocky and steep paths, so much so that his cheerful demeanor and tireless strength inspired the soldiers, making their daily marches exceed two hundred furlongs.
After they had arrived at one of his own mansions, which had beautiful ornamented parks in the midst of a region naked and without trees, the weather being very cold, he gave full commission to his soldiers to provide themselves with wood by cutting down any, without exception, even the pine and cypress. And when they hesitated and were for sparing them, being large and goodly trees, he, taking up an ax himself, felled the greatest and most beautiful of them. After which his men used their hatchets, and piling up many fires, passed away the night at their ease. Nevertheless, he returned not without the loss of many and valiant subjects, and of almost all his horses. And supposing that his misfortunes and the ill success of his expedition made him despised in the eyes of his people, he looked jealously on his nobles, many of whom he slew in anger, and yet more out of fear. As, indeed, fear is the bloodiest passion in princes; confidence, on the other hand, being merciful, gentle, and unsuspicious. So we see among wild beasts, the intractable and least tamable are the most timorous and most easily startled; the nobler creatures, whose courage makes them trustful, are ready to respond to the advances of men.
After they arrived at one of his mansions, which had beautiful parks in the middle of a barren, treeless area, and with the weather being very cold, he gave his soldiers full permission to gather wood by cutting down any trees they found, including the pines and cypresses. When they hesitated and wanted to spare the large and impressive trees, he took an ax himself and chopped down the biggest and most stunning of them all. After that, his men used their hatchets and built up many fires, spending the night comfortably. However, he did not return without losing many brave soldiers and almost all of his horses. Believing that his misfortunes and the failure of his expedition made him look weak in the eyes of his people, he became suspicious of his nobles, many of whom he killed out of anger and even more out of fear. Indeed, fear is the deadliest emotion in rulers; confidence, on the other hand, is merciful, gentle, and trusting. Just like in wild animals, the most stubborn and hard to tame are often the most fearful and easily startled; while the nobler creatures, whose bravery allows them to be trusting, are more open to engaging with humans.
Artaxerxes, now being an old man, perceived that his sons were in controversy about his kingdom, and that they made parties among his favorites and peers. Those that were equitable among them thought it fit, that as he had received it, so he should bequeath it, by right of age, to Darius. The younger brother, Ochus, who was hot and violent, had indeed a considerable number of the courtiers that espoused his interest, but his chief hope was that by Atossa’s means he should win his father. For he flattered her with the thoughts of being his wife and partner in the kingdom after the death of Artaxerxes. And truly it was rumored that already Ochus maintained a too intimate correspondence with her. This, however, was quite unknown to the king; who, being willing to put down in good time his son Ochus’s hopes, lest, by his attempting the same things his uncle Cyrus did, wars and contentions might again afflict his kingdom, proclaimed Darius, then twenty-five years old, his successor, and gave him leave to wear the upright hat, as they call it. It was a rule and usage of Persia, that the heir apparent to the crown should beg a boon, and that he that declared him so should give whatever he asked, provided it were within the sphere of his power. Darius therefore requested Aspasia, in former time the most prized of the concubines of Cyrus, and now belonging to the king. She was by birth a Phocaean, of Ionia, born of free parents, and well educated. Once when Cyrus was at supper, she was led in to him with other women, who, when they were sat down by him, and he began to sport and dally and talk jestingly with them, gave way freely to his advances. But she stood by in silence, refusing to come when Cyrus called her, and when his chamberlains were going to force her towards him, said, “Whosoever lays hands on me shall rue it;” so that she seemed to the company a sullen and rude-mannered person. However, Cyrus was well pleased, and laughed, saying to the man that brought the women, “Do you not see of a certainty that this woman alone of all that came with you is truly noble and pure in character?” After which time he began to regard her, and loved her above all of her sex, and called her the Wise. But Cyrus being slain in the fight, she was taken among the spoils of his camp.
Artaxerxes, now an old man, noticed that his sons were quarreling over his kingdom and forming factions among his favorites and peers. Those who were fair-minded believed that he should pass the kingdom on to Darius, as he had received it, by virtue of being the eldest. The younger brother, Ochus, who was hot-tempered and aggressive, had a significant number of courtiers supporting him, but his main hope was to win over his father through Atossa’s influence. He flattered her by suggesting that she would be his wife and co-ruler after Artaxerxes’ death. It was rumored that Ochus was already in a close relationship with her, though the king was completely unaware of this. To cut down on Ochus’s ambitions and to prevent the turmoil that might arise if he attempted something similar to what his uncle Cyrus had done, the king announced Darius, who was then twenty-five years old, as his successor, and allowed him to wear the royal headgear. It was customary in Persia for the heir apparent to request a favor, and the person declaring him as such would grant whatever was asked, as long as it was within reason. Darius therefore asked for Aspasia, who had formerly been the most cherished concubine of Cyrus and was now with the king. She was originally from Phocaea, in Ionia, born to free parents and well-educated. One time, during a banquet, she was brought in with other women. While they sat with Cyrus, who began to flirt and joke with them, Aspasia remained silent, refusing to approach him. When his attendants tried to force her toward him, she declared, “Whoever touches me will regret it,” which made her seem grim and ill-mannered to the others. However, Cyrus was intrigued and laughed, saying to the man who brought the women, “Can’t you see that this woman alone is truly noble and pure in spirit?” After that, he began to see her in a new light, loved her more than any other woman, and called her the Wise. But after Cyrus was killed in battle, she was taken among the spoils of his camp.
Darius, in demanding her, no doubt much offended his father, for the barbarian people keep a very jealous and watchful eye over their carnal pleasures, so that it is death for a man not only to come near and touch any concubine of his prince, but likewise on a journey to ride forward and pass by the carriages in which they are conveyed. And though, to gratify his passion, he had against all law married his daughter Atossa, and had besides her no less than three hundred and sixty concubines selected for their beauty, yet being importuned for that one by Darius, he urged that she was a free-woman, and allowed him to take her, if she had an inclination to go with him, but by no means to force her away against it. Aspasia, therefore, being sent for, and, contrary to the king’s expectation, making choice of Darius, he gave him her indeed, being constrained by law, but when he had done so, a little after he took her from him. For he consecrated her priestess to Diana of Ecbatana, whom they name Anaitis, that she might spend the remainder of her days in strict chastity, thinking thus to punish his son, not rigorously, but with moderation, by a revenge checkered with jest and earnest. But he took it heinously, either that he was passionately fond of Aspasia, or because he looked upon himself as affronted and scorned by his father. Teribazus, perceiving him thus minded, did his best to exasperate him yet further, seeing in his injuries a representation of his own, of which the following is the account: Artaxerxes, having many daughters, promised to give Apama to Pharnabazus to wife, Rhodogune to Orontes, and Amestris to Teribazus; whom alone of the three he disappointed, by marrying Amestris himself. However, to make him amends, he betrothed his youngest daughter Atossa to him. But after he had, being enamored of her too, as has been said, married her, Teribazus entertained an irreconcilable enmity against him. As indeed he was seldom at any other time steady in his temper, but uneven and inconsiderate; so that whether he were in the number of the choicest favorites of his prince, or whether he were offensive and odious to him, he demeaned himself in neither condition with moderation; but if he was advanced he was intolerably insolent, and in his degradation not submissive and peaceable in his deportment, but fierce and haughty.
Darius, in wanting her, undoubtedly upset his father a lot, because the barbarian people are very protective and watchful of their sexual relationships. It's considered death for a man not only to approach or touch any of the prince's concubines but also to ride ahead and pass the carriages where they are being transported. Although Darius had, against all laws, married his daughter Atossa to satisfy his desires and had also chosen three hundred and sixty beautiful concubines, when he was pressed by Darius for that one, he insisted she was free and could go with him if she wanted, but he must not take her against her will. Aspasia was called, and contrary to the king’s expectations, she chose Darius. The king allowed her to go, compelled by law, but soon after he took her back. He appointed her as a priestess to Diana of Ecbatana, known as Anaitis, so she could live the rest of her life in strict chastity, believing this would be a moderate punishment for his son—a mix of revenge with some levity. However, Darius took this very hard, either because he was deeply in love with Aspasia or because he felt disrespected and insulted by his father. Teribazus, noticing Darius's anger, tried to make him even angrier, seeing his grievances as a reflection of his own. Here’s the backstory: Artaxerxes, having many daughters, promised to marry Apama to Pharnabazus, Rhodogune to Orontes, and Amestris to Teribazus; however, he disappointed him by marrying Amestris himself. To make up for it, he promised his youngest daughter, Atossa, to Teribazus. But after being in love with her, as mentioned before, and marrying her, Teribazus became irreconcilably hostile towards him. He often had an unstable temper, being either excessively favored or hated by his prince, never handling either situation gracefully. When he was favored, he became insufferably arrogant, and during his fall from grace, he was not humble or calm but aggressive and proud.
And therefore Teribazus was to the young prince flame added upon flame, ever urging him, and saying, that in vain those wear their hats upright who consult not the real success of their affairs, and that he was ill befriended of reason if he imagined, whilst he had a brother, who, through the women’s apartments, was seeking a way to the supremacy, and a father of so rash and fickle a humor, that he should by succession infallibly step up into the throne. For he that out of fondness to an Ionian girl has eluded a law sacred and inviolable among the Persians is not likely to be faithful in the performance of the most important promises. He added, too, that it was not all one for Ochus not to attain to, and for him to be put by his crown; since Ochus as a subject might live happily, and nobody could hinder him; but he, being proclaimed king, must either take up his scepter or lay down his life. These words presently inflamed Darius: what Sophocles says being indeed generally true: —
And so Teribazus was like fuel to the fire for the young prince, constantly pushing him and saying that it’s pointless for those who wear their hats high if they don’t pay attention to the real success of their affairs. He pointed out that he was misguided in thinking that, with a brother who was scheming through the women’s quarters for power and a father with such a reckless and unpredictable nature, he could simply inherit the throne. He noted that someone who, out of affection for an Ionian girl, has violated a sacred and inviolable law among the Persians isn’t likely to keep the most important promises. He also mentioned that it wouldn’t matter to Ochus if he didn’t get the throne and Darius ended up without his crown; Ochus could live happily as a subject, and nothing would stop him. But Darius, once declared king, had to either take up his scepter or risk losing his life. These words immediately ignited Darius’s passion; what Sophocles says is indeed generally true: —
Quick travels the persuasion to what’s wrong.
Quick travels the persuasion to what’s wrong.
For the path is smooth, and upon an easy descent, that leads us to our own will; and the most part of us desire what is evil through our strangeness to and ignorance of good. And in this case, no doubt, the greatness of the empire and the jealousy Darius had of Ochus furnished Teribazus with material for his persuasions. Nor was Venus wholly unconcerned in the matter, in regard, namely, of his loss of Aspasia.
For the path is easy, and with a gentle slope, it takes us to our own desires; and most of us want what's bad because we're unfamiliar with and unaware of what's good. In this situation, it's clear that the power of the empire and Darius's jealousy of Ochus gave Teribazus plenty to work with in his arguments. Venus was also somewhat involved, particularly because of his loss of Aspasia.
Darius, therefore, resigned himself up to the dictates of Teribazus; and many now conspiring with them, a eunuch gave information to the king of their plot and the way how it was to be managed, having discovered the certainty of it, that they had resolved to break into his bed-chamber by night, and there to kill him as he lay. After Artaxerxes had been thus advertised, he did not think fit, by disregarding the discovery, to despise so great a danger, nor to believe it when there was little or no proof of it. Thus then he did: he charged the eunuch constantly to attend and accompany the conspirators wherever they were; in the meanwhile, he broke down the party-wall of the chamber behind his bed, and placed a door in it to open and shut, which covered up with tapestry; so the hour approaching, and the eunuch having told him the precise time in which the traitors designed to assassinate him, he waited for them in his bed, and rose not up till he had seen the faces of his assailants and recognized every man of them. But as soon as he saw them with their swords drawn and coming up to him, throwing up the hanging, he made his retreat into the inner chamber, and, bolting to the door, raised a cry. Thus when the murderers had been seen by him, and had attempted him in vain, they with speed went back through the same doors they came in by, enjoining Teribazus and his friends to fly, as their plot had been certainly detected. They, therefore, made their escape different ways; but Teribazus was seized by the king’s guards, and after slaying many, while they were laying hold on him, at length being struck through with a dart at a distance, fell. As for Darius, who was brought to trial with his children, the king appointed the royal judges to sit over him, and because he was not himself present, but accused Darius by proxy, he commanded his scribes to write down the opinion of every one of the judges, and show it to him. And after they had given their sentences, all as one man, and condemned Darius to death, the officers seized on him and hurried him to a chamber not far off. To which place the executioner, when summoned, came with a razor in his hand, with which men of his employment cut off the heads of offenders. But when he saw that Darius was the person thus to be punished, he was appalled and started back, offering to go out, as one that had neither power nor courage enough to behead a king; yet at the threats and commands of the judges, who stood at the prison door, he returned, and grasping the hair of his head and bringing his face to the ground with one hand, he cut through his neck with the razor he had in the other. Some affirm that sentence was passed in the presence of Artaxerxes; that Darius, after he had been convicted by clear evidence, falling prostrate before him, did humbly beg his pardon; that instead of giving it, he, rising up in rage and drawing his scimitar, smote him till he had killed him; that then, going forth into the court, he worshipped the sun, and said, “Depart in peace, ye Persians, and declare to your fellow-subjects how the mighty Oromasdes hath dealt out vengeance to the contrivers of unjust and unlawful things.”
Darius resigned himself to Teribazus’s plans, and many others were involved in the conspiracy. A eunuch informed the king about their plot and how it was meant to unfold, having discovered that they intended to break into his bedchamber at night and kill him while he slept. Once Artaxerxes received this information, he didn’t take the threat lightly, nor did he dismiss it due to a lack of solid evidence. Instead, he instructed the eunuch to closely monitor and follow the conspirators wherever they went. Meanwhile, he broke down the wall of the chamber behind his bed and put in a door that he covered with a tapestry. As the time approached, and the eunuch told him exactly when the traitors planned to attack, he waited in bed until he saw their faces and recognized each one of them. But when he saw them with their swords drawn and approaching, he threw back the tapestry, retreated into the inner chamber, bolted the door, and cried out for help. When the assassins saw him and failed to kill him, they quickly escaped through the same doors they had entered, telling Teribazus and his allies to flee, realizing their plan had been discovered. They all managed to escape in different directions, but Teribazus was captured by the king’s guards. After killing many of them in the struggle, he was ultimately struck by a dart from a distance and fell. As for Darius, who was put on trial alongside his children, the king appointed royal judges to oversee the proceedings. Since he wasn’t there in person and was represented by someone else, he ordered his scribes to record the opinions of each judge and present them to him. After they all unanimously condemned Darius to death, the officers seized him and rushed him to a nearby chamber. The executioner, called to carry out the sentence with a razor, was horrified upon realizing he had to execute a king. He hesitated and tried to back out, feeling he had neither the power nor the courage to behead a king. However, at the threats and demands of the judges outside the prison door, he returned, grasped Darius’s hair, brought his face to the ground with one hand, and sliced through his neck with the razor in the other. Some say that the sentence was passed in Artaxerxes’s presence, and that Darius, after being clearly convicted, fell prostrate before him and humbly begged for mercy. Instead of granting it, Artaxerxes rose in anger, drew his scimitar, and struck him down. Then, exiting to the courtyard, he worshipped the sun, saying, “Depart in peace, ye Persians, and tell your fellow-subjects how the mighty Oromasdes has dealt out vengeance to those who conspire against justice and law.”
Such, then, was the issue of this conspiracy. And now Ochus was high in his hopes, being confident in the influence of Atossa; but yet was afraid of Ariaspes, the only male surviving, besides himself, of the legitimate off-spring of his father, and of Arsames, one of his natural sons. For indeed Ariaspes was already claimed as their prince by the wishes of the Persians, not because he was the elder brother, but because he excelled Ochus in gentleness, plain-dealing, and good-nature; and on the other hand Arsames appeared, by his wisdom, fitted for the throne, and that he was dear to his father, Ochus well knew. So he laid snares for them both, and being no less treacherous than bloody, he made use of the cruelty of his nature against Arsames, and of his craft and wiliness against Ariaspes. For he suborned the king’s eunuchs and favorites to convey to him menacing and harsh expressions from his father, as though he had decreed to put him to a cruel and ignominious death. When they daily communicated these things as secrets, and told him at one time that the king would do so to him ere long, and at another, that the blow was actually close impending, they so alarmed the young man, struck; such a terror into him, and cast such a confusion and anxiety upon his thoughts, that, having prepared some poisonous drugs, he drank them, that he might be delivered from his life. The king, on hearing what kind of death he died, heartily lamented him, and was not without a suspicion of the cause of it. But being disabled by his age to search into and prove it, he was, after the loss of this son, more affectionate than before to Arsames, did manifestly place his greatest confidence in him, and made him privy to his counsels. Whereupon Ochus had no longer patience to defer the execution of his purpose, but having procured Arpates, Teribazus’s son, for the undertaking, he killed Arsames by his hand. Artaxerxes at that time had but a little hold on life, by reason of his extreme age, and so, when he heard of the fate of Arsames, he could not sustain it at all, but sinking at once under the weight of his grief and distress, expired, after a life of ninety-four years, and a reign of sixty-two. And then he seemed a moderate and gracious governor, more especially as compared to his son Ochus, who outdid all his predecessors in blood-thirstiness and cruelty.
So that was the outcome of the conspiracy. Ochus was feeling hopeful, confident in Atossa’s influence, but he was still wary of Ariaspes, the only other legitimate son of his father, and of Arsames, one of his illegitimate sons. Ariaspes was already being viewed as their prince by the Persians, not because he was older, but because he was kinder, more straightforward, and had a better nature than Ochus. Conversely, Arsames was seen as wise and suitable for the throne, and Ochus knew he was favored by their father. So, he set traps for both of them, being both treacherous and ruthless. He turned his brutal nature against Arsames and used cunning against Ariaspes. He bribed the king’s eunuchs and favorites to deliver threatening messages from his father, portraying him as someone who intended to condemn Ariaspes to a cruel and shameful death. As they fed him these secrets daily, suggesting that the king would soon act against him, or that the threat was already imminent, they terrified the young man. Overwhelmed by fear and anxiety, he prepared some poison and drank it to escape his life. The king, upon learning of Ariaspes’ death, deeply mourned him, harboring suspicions about the cause. But being too old to investigate and confirm it, he became more affectionate towards Arsames after losing his son, showing greater trust in him and including him in his plans. This pushed Ochus to no longer delay his intentions, so he hired Arpates, Teribazus’s son, to kill Arsames. At the time, Artaxerxes was barely holding on to life due to his advanced age, and when he heard about Arsames’ fate, he couldn’t bear it and fell into despair, passing away after living ninety-four years and reigning for sixty-two. After his death, he was viewed as a moderate and kind ruler, especially when compared to his son Ochus, who surpassed all his predecessors in violence and cruelty.
GALBA
Iphicrates the Athenian used to say that it is best to have a mercenary soldier fond of money and of pleasures, for thus he will fight the more boldly, to procure the means to gratify his desires. But most have been of opinion, that the body of an army, as well as the natural one, when in its healthy condition, should make no efforts apart, but in compliance with its head. Wherefore they tell us that Paulus Aemilius, on taking command of the forces in Macedonia, and finding them talkative and impertinently busy, as though they were all commanders, issued out his orders that they should have only ready hands and keen swords, and leave the rest to him. And Plato, who can discern no use of a good ruler or general, if his men are not on their part obedient and conformable (the virtue of obeying, as of ruling, being in his opinion one that does not exist without first a noble nature, and then a philosophic education, where the eager and active powers are allayed with the gentler and humaner sentiments), may claim in confirmation of his doctrines sundry mournful instances elsewhere, and, in particular, the events that followed among the Romans upon the death of Nero, in which plain proofs were given that nothing is more terrible than a military force moving about in an empire upon uninstructed and unreasoning impulses. Demades, after the death of Alexander, compared the Macedonian army to the Cyclops after his eye was out, seeing their many disorderly and unsteady motions. But the calamities of the Roman government might be likened to the motions of the giants that assailed heaven, convulsed as it was, and distracted, and from every side recoiling, as it were, upon itself, not so much by the ambition of those who were proclaimed emperors, as by the covetousness and license of the soldiery, who drove commander after commander out, like nails one upon another.
Iphicrates the Athenian used to say that it's best to have a mercenary soldier who loves money and pleasure because he will fight more bravely to get what he wants. However, most people believe that an army, just like a living body, should function harmoniously under a single leadership. So, they tell us that Paulus Aemilius, after taking command of the forces in Macedonia and finding them overly chatty and acting as if they were all in charge, ordered them to focus on being prepared and ready to fight while he handled the rest. Plato, who sees no value in a good ruler or general if their men are not obedient and compliant—believing that the ability to obey, like the ability to lead, requires a noble character and a solid philosophical education, where the driven and active qualities are tempered by gentler, more humane feelings—points to various sad examples elsewhere to support his theories. One notable case is what happened among the Romans after Nero's death, which clearly showed that nothing is more dangerous than a military force acting on untrained and irrational impulses. Demades, after Alexander's death, compared the Macedonian army to the Cyclops after losing his eye, noting their chaotic and unsteady movements. The troubles of the Roman government could be likened to the actions of the giants who attacked heaven, all shaken up and chaotic, recoiling from every direction, not so much because of the ambition of those declared emperors, but due to the greed and unruliness of the soldiers, who pushed one commander after another out, like nails being hammered in.
Dionysius, in raillery, said of the Pheraean who enjoyed the government of Thessaly only ten months, that he had been a tragedy-king, but the Caesars’ house in Rome, the Palatium, received in a shorter space of time no less than four emperors, passing, as it were, across the stage, and one making room for another to enter.
Dionysius jokingly remarked about the Pheraean who ruled Thessaly for only ten months that he had been a tragedy-king. In contrast, the Caesars' house in Rome, the Palatium, welcomed four emperors in an even shorter time, as if they were all taking turns on stage, with one making way for the next to enter.
This was the only satisfaction of the distressed, that they needed not require any other justice on their oppressors, seeing them thus murder each other, and first of all, and that most justly, the one that ensnared them first, and taught them to expect such happy results from a change of emperors, sullying a good work by the pay he gave for its being done, and turning revolt against Nero into nothing better than treason.
This was the only comfort for the distressed; they didn't have to seek any other justice against their oppressors, watching them kill each other. First of all, it was the one who trapped them initially and led them to hope for such positive outcomes from a change of emperors, ruining a good effort by the bribe he paid for it to happen, and turning the revolt against Nero into nothing more than treason.
For, as already related, Nymphidius Sabinus, captain of the guards, together with Tigellinus, after Nero’s circumstances were now desperate, and it was perceived that he designed to fly into Egypt, persuaded the troops to declare Galba emperor, as if Nero had been already gone, promising to all the court and praetorian soldiers, as they are called, seven thousand five hundred drachmas apiece, and to those in service abroad twelve hundred and fifty drachmas each; so vast a sum for a largess as it was impossible anyone could raise, but he must be infinitely more exacting and oppressive than ever Nero was. This quickly brought Nero to his grave, and soon after Galba too; they murdered the first in expectation of the promised gift, and not long after the other because they did not obtain it from him; and then, seeking about to find someone who would purchase at such a rate, they consumed themselves in a succession of treacheries and rebellions before they obtained their demands. But to give a particular relation of all that passed would require a history in full form; I have only to notice what is properly to my purpose, namely, what the Caesars did and suffered.
For, as already mentioned, Nymphidius Sabinus, the captain of the guards, along with Tigellinus, after realizing that Nero's situation was hopeless and that he intended to flee to Egypt, convinced the troops to declare Galba as emperor, as if Nero was already gone. They promised all the courtiers and the praetorian soldiers a sum of seven thousand five hundred drachmas each, and for those stationed abroad, twelve hundred and fifty drachmas each; such a huge amount for a handout that it was impossible for anyone to gather, making him far more demanding and oppressive than Nero ever was. This quickly led to Nero's downfall, and soon after Galba's as well; they assassinated the first in anticipation of the promised payout, and shortly after killed the second because they didn't receive it from him. Then, searching for someone who would pay that price, they ended up destroying themselves in a series of betrayals and rebellions before finally getting what they wanted. However, detailing everything that happened would require a full history; I will only focus on what is relevant to my purpose, specifically what the Caesars did and endured.
Sulpicius Galba is owned by all to have been the richest private person that ever came to the imperial seat. And besides the additional honor of being of the family of the Servii, he valued himself more especially for his relationship to Catulus, the most eminent citizen of his time both for virtue and renown, however he may have voluntarily yielded to others as regards power and authority. Galba was also akin to Livia, the wife of Augustus, by whose interest he was preferred to the consulship by the emperor. It is said of him that he commanded the troops well in Germany, and, being made proconsul in Libya, gained a reputation that few ever had. But his quiet manner of living and his sparingness in expenses and his disregard of appearance gave him, when he became emperor, an ill-name for meanness, being, in fact, his worn-out credit for regularity and moderation. He was entrusted by Nero with the government of Spain, before Nero had yet learned to be apprehensive of men of great repute. To the opinion, moreover, entertained of his mild natural temper, his old age added a belief that he would never act incautiously.
Sulpicius Galba is considered by everyone to be the richest private citizen to have ever become emperor. Besides the additional honor of belonging to the Servii family, he took special pride in his connection to Catulus, the most distinguished citizen of his time for both his character and fame, even though Catulus may have willingly stepped back when it came to power and influence. Galba was also related to Livia, the wife of Augustus, who supported his rise to the consulship with the emperor's backing. He's said to have effectively commanded troops in Germany and earned a significant reputation when he served as proconsul in Libya, a reputation few others achieved. However, his modest lifestyle, frugality, and lack of concern for appearances earned him a bad reputation for stinginess when he became emperor, despite his established reputation for regularity and moderation. Nero entrusted him with the governance of Spain before he had come to fear men of great standing. Additionally, Galba’s mild disposition, combined with his old age, led people to believe he would never act recklessly.
There while Nero’s iniquitous agents savagely and cruelly harassed the provinces under Nero’s authority, he could afford no succor, but merely offer this only ease and consolation, that he seemed plainly to sympathize, as a fellow-sufferer, with those who were condemned upon suits and sold. And when lampoons were made upon Nero and circulated and sung everywhere about, he neither prohibited them, nor showed any indignation on behalf of the emperor’s agents, and for this was the more beloved; as also that he was now well acquainted with them, having been in chief power there eight years at the time when Junius Vindex, general of the forces in Gaul, began his insurrection against Nero. And it is reported that letters came to Galba before it fully broke out into an open rebellion, which he neither seemed to give credit to, nor on the other hand to take means to let Nero know, as other officers did, sending to him the letters which came to them, and so spoiled the design, as much as in them lay, who yet afterwards shared in the conspiracy, and confessed they had been treacherous to themselves as well as him. At last Vindex, plainly declaring war, wrote to Galba, encouraging him to take the government upon him, and give a head to this strong body, the Gaulish provinces, which could already count a hundred thousand men in arms, and were able to arm a yet greater number if occasion were. Galba laid the matter before his friends, some of whom thought it fit to wait, and see what movement there might be and what inclinations displayed at Rome for the revolution. But Titus Vinius, captain of his praetorian guard, spoke thus: “Galba, what means this inquiry? To question whether we shall continue faithful to Nero is, in itself, to cease to be faithful. Nero is our enemy, and we must by no means decline the help of Vindex: or else we must at once denounce him, and march to attack him, because he wishes you to be the governor of the Romans, rather than Nero their tyrant.” Thereupon Galba, by an edict, appointed a day when he would receive manumissions, and general rumor and talk beforehand about his purpose brought together a great crowd of men so ready for a change, that he scarcely appeared, stepping up to the tribunal, but they with one consent saluted him emperor. That title he refused at present to take upon him; but after he had a while inveighed against Nero, and bemoaned the loss of the more conspicuous of those that had been destroyed by him, he offered himself and service to his country, not by the titles of Caesar or emperor, but as the lieutenant of the Roman senate and people.
While Nero's cruel agents viciously harassed the provinces under his control, he provided no support, only offering the apparent comfort of sharing in the suffering of those who were condemned and sold. When satirical songs were composed about Nero and spread widely, he neither banned them nor expressed any outrage on behalf of his agents, which made him even more popular. He had been in power there for eight years when Junius Vindex, the general of the forces in Gaul, began his uprising against Nero. Reports say that letters reached Galba before the rebellion fully erupted, but he neither believed them nor took action to inform Nero, unlike other officers who sent the letters to Nero and undermined the plot. Later, those same officers admitted to being treacherous both to themselves and to Galba. Eventually, Vindex openly declared war and wrote to Galba, urging him to take control and lead the powerful Gaulish provinces, which already had a hundred thousand soldiers ready and could easily enlist more if needed. Galba discussed this with his friends, some of whom suggested waiting to see what movements and sentiments emerged in Rome regarding the revolt. But Titus Vinius, captain of his praetorian guard, stated: “Galba, why are we even asking this? To question whether we should remain loyal to Nero is just to stop being loyal. Nero is our enemy, and we must not reject Vindex's help. Otherwise, we need to denounce him and march against him, since he wants you to lead the Romans instead of Nero, their tyrant.” Following this, Galba announced a day for manumissions, and the widespread rumor about his intent attracted a large crowd so eager for change that, as soon as he approached the platform, they unanimously hailed him as emperor. He declined to accept that title for now, but after criticizing Nero and mourning the loss of those significantly harmed by him, he offered himself and his services to the country, not as Caesar or emperor, but as the representative of the Roman senate and people.
Now that Vindex did wisely in inviting Galba to the empire, Nero himself bore testimony; who, though he seemed to despise Vindex and altogether to slight the Gauls and their concerns, yet when he heard of Galba (as by chance he had just bathed and sat down to his morning meal), at this news he overturned the table. But the senate having voted Galba an enemy, presently, to make his jest, and likewise to personate a confidence among his friends, “This is a very happy opportunity,” he said, “for me, who sadly want such a booty as that of the Gauls, which must all fall in as lawful prize; and Galba’s estate I can use or sell at once, he being now an open enemy.” And accordingly he had Galba’s property exposed to sale, which when Galba heard of; he sequestered all that was Nero’s in Spain, and found far readier bidders.
Now that Vindex wisely invited Galba to the empire, Nero himself confirmed it. Even though he appeared to look down on Vindex and disregard the Gauls and their issues, when he heard about Galba (just after he had bathed and sat down for breakfast), he flipped the table in shock. However, after the Senate declared Galba to be an enemy, Nero joked about it and tried to show confidence to his friends. “This is a great chance for me,” he said, “since I really need a prize like that of the Gauls, which will all be considered fair game; and I can use or sell Galba’s estate immediately, since he’s now an open enemy.” So, he put Galba’s property up for sale, and when Galba found out, he seized all of Nero’s belongings in Spain and discovered there were much more eager bidders.
Many now began to revolt from Nero, and pretty nearly all adhered to Galba; only Clodius Macer in Africa, and Virginius Rufus, commander of the German forces in Gaul, followed counsel of their own; yet these two were not of one and the same advice, for Clodius, being sensible of the rapines and murders to which he had been led by cruelty and covetousness, was in perplexity, and felt it was not safe for him either to retain or quit his command. But Virginius, who had the command of the strongest legions, by whom he was many repeated times saluted emperor and pressed to take the title upon him, declared that he neither would assume that honor himself, nor see it given to any other than whom the senate should elect.
Many people began to turn against Nero, and nearly everyone supported Galba; only Clodius Macer in Africa and Virginius Rufus, the commander of the German forces in Gaul, followed their own advice. However, these two were not in agreement, as Clodius, realizing the violence and murders he had been involved in due to cruelty and greed, was confused and felt it wasn’t safe for him to keep or give up his command. But Virginius, who led the strongest legions and was repeatedly saluted as emperor and pressured to accept the title, stated that he would neither claim that honor for himself nor allow it to go to anyone other than whom the senate chose.
These things at first did not a little disturb Galba, but when presently Virginius and Vindex were in a manner forced by their armies, having got the reins, as it were, out of their hands, to a great encounter and battle, in which Vindex, having seen twenty thousand of the Gauls destroyed, died by his own hand, and when the report straight spread abroad, that all desired Virginius, after this great victory, to take the empire upon him, or else they would return to Nero again, Galba, in great alarm at this, wrote to Virginius, exhorting him to join with him for the preservation of the empire and the liberty of the Romans, and so retiring with his friends into Clunia, a town in Spain, he passed away his time, rather repenting his former rashness, and wishing for his wonted ease and privacy, than setting about what was fit to be done.
These things initially troubled Galba quite a bit, but when Virginius and Vindex were somewhat forced by their armies to engage in a major battle, it all escalated. During this clash, Vindex saw twenty thousand Gauls fall and ultimately took his own life. Once news broke that everyone wanted Virginius to take the throne after this significant victory, or else they would return to Nero, Galba became alarmed. He wrote to Virginius, urging him to join forces for the sake of the empire and the freedom of the Romans. Then, retreating with his friends to Clunia, a town in Spain, he spent his time mostly regretting his earlier impulsiveness and longing for the comfort and privacy he used to have, rather than taking the necessary actions.
It was now summer, when on a sudden, a little before dusk, comes a freedman, Icelus by name, having arrived in seven days from Rome; and being informed where Galba was reposing himself in private, he went straight on, and pushing by the servants of the chamber, opened the door and entered the room, and told him, that Nero being yet alive but not appearing, first the army, and then the people and senate, declared Galba emperor; not long after, it was reported that Nero was dead; “but I,” said he, “not giving credit to common fame, went myself to the body and saw him lying dead, and only then set out to bring you word.” This news at once made Galba great again, and a crowd of people came hastening to the door, all very confident of the truth of his tidings, though the speed of the man was almost incredible. Two days after came Titus Vinius with sundry others from the camp, who gave an account in detail of the orders of the senate, and for this service was considerably advanced. On the freedman, Galba conferred the honor of the gold ring, and Icelus, as he had been before, now taking the name of Marcianus, held the first place of the freedmen.
It was summer when, suddenly, just before dusk, a freedman named Icelus arrived after a seven-day journey from Rome. After learning where Galba was resting privately, he went straight to him, pushed past the servants, opened the door, and entered the room. He informed Galba that Nero was still alive but not showing himself, and that first the army and then the people and senate had declared Galba emperor. Not long after, news came that Nero was dead. “But I,” he said, “not believing the common gossip, went to see the body for myself and confirmed he was dead, and only then set out to bring you the news.” This news immediately restored Galba's reputation, and a crowd quickly gathered at his door, all confident in the truth of his message, despite how incredible the speed of the man was. Two days later, Titus Vinius arrived with several others from the camp, providing a detailed report of the senate's orders, and for this, he was significantly rewarded. Galba honored the freedman with a gold ring, and Icelus, now taking the name Marcianus, became the leading freedman.
But at Rome, Nymphidius Sabinus, not gently and little by little, but at once, and without exception, engrossed all power to himself; Galba, being an old man (seventy-three years of age), would scarcely, he thought, live long enough to be carried in a litter to Rome; and the troops in the city were from old time attached to him, and now bound by the vastness of the promised gift, for which they regarded him as their benefactor, and Galba as their debtor. Thus presuming on his interest, he straightway commanded Tigellinus, who was in joint commission with himself, to lay down his sword; and giving entertainments, he invited the former consuls and commanders, making use of Galba’s name for the invitation; but at the same time prepared many in the camp to propose that a request should be sent to Galba that he should appoint Nymphidius sole prefect for life without a colleague. And the modes which the senate took to show him honor and increase his power, styling him their benefactor, and attending daily at his gates, and giving him the compliment of heading with his own name and confirming all their acts, carried him on to a yet greater degree of arrogance, so that in a short time he became an object, not only of dislike, but of terror, to those that sought his favor. When the consuls themselves had dispatched their couriers with the decrees of the senate to the emperor, together with the sealed diplomas, which the authorities in all the towns where horses or carriages are changed, look at and on that certificate hasten the couriers forward with all their means, he was highly displeased that his seal had not been used, and none of his soldiers employed on the errand. Nay, he even deliberated what course to take with the consuls themselves, but upon their submission and apology he was at last pacified. To gratify the people, he did not interfere with their beating to death any that fell into their hands of Nero’s party. Amongst others, Spiclus, the gladiator, was killed in the forum by being thrown under Nero’s statues, which they dragged about the place over his body. Aponius, one of those who had been concerned in accusations, they knocked to the ground, and drove carts loaded with stones over him. And many others they tore in pieces, some of them no way guilty, insomuch that Mauriscus, a person of great account and character, told the senate that he feared, in a short time, they might wish for Nero again.
But in Rome, Nymphidius Sabinus quickly took all power for himself, not gradually, but immediately and without exception. Galba, being an old man (seventy-three years old), figured he wouldn’t live long enough to be carried to Rome in a litter. The troops in the city had long been loyal to him and were now driven by the enormity of the promised gifts, seeing him as their benefactor and Galba as their debtor. So, feeling confident in his influence, he ordered Tigellinus, who was co-commissioned with him, to lay down his sword. He hosted banquets, inviting former consuls and commanders, using Galba’s name for these invitations, while also preparing many in the camp to suggest sending a request to Galba to name Nymphidius as the sole prefect for life without a partner. The ways in which the senate began showing him honor and boosting his power—calling him their benefactor, showing up daily at his gates, and attributing all their decisions to him—only fueled his arrogance further, to the point where he soon became not just disliked, but feared by those vying for his favor. When the consuls sent their couriers with the senate’s decrees to the emperor, along with the official diplomas that the authorities in all the towns where horses or carriages were changed review to ensure prompt delivery, he was very unhappy that his seal hadn’t been used, and none of his soldiers had been sent on the mission. In fact, he even pondered what action to take against the consuls themselves, but after they submitted to him and apologized, he calmed down. To please the people, he didn’t intervene as they beat to death anyone associated with Nero’s faction. Among others, Spiclus, the gladiator, was killed in the forum, thrown under Nero’s statues, which they dragged around over his body. Aponius, one of those involved in the accusations, was knocked down and carts loaded with stones were driven over him. Many others were torn apart, some innocent, to the extent that Mauriscus, a respected person, warned the senate that he feared they might soon wish for Nero again.
Nymphidius, now advancing towards the consummation of his hopes, did not refuse to let it be said that he was the son of Caius Caesar, Tiberius’s successor; who, it is told, was well acquainted with his mother in his early youth, a woman indeed handsome enough, the off-spring of Callistus, one of Caesar’s freedmen, and a certain seamstress. But it is plain that Caius’s familiarity with his mother was of too late date to give him any pretensions, and it was suspected he might, if he pleased, claim a father in Martianus, the gladiator, whom his mother, Nymphidia, took a passion for, being a famous man in his way, whom also he much more resembled. However, though he certainly owned Nymphidia for his mother, he ascribed meantime the downfall of Nero to himself alone, and thought he was not sufficiently rewarded with the honors and riches he enjoyed, (nay, though to all was added the company of Sporus, whom he immediately sent for while Nero’s body was yet burning on the pile, and treated as his consort, with the name of Poppaea,) but he must also aspire to the empire. And at Rome he had friends who took measures for him secretly, as well as some women and some members of the senate also, who worked underhand to assist him. And into Spain he dispatched one of his friends, named Gellianus, to view the posture of affairs.
Nymphidius, now moving closer to achieving his ambitions, didn't deny that he was the son of Caius Caesar, Tiberius’s successor; it is said that Caius was well acquainted with his mother in his youth, a woman attractive enough, the daughter of Callistus, one of Caesar’s freedmen, and a seamstress. However, it’s clear that Caius’s relationship with his mother was too late to give him any real claims, and there were suspicions that he might also be able to claim Martianus, the gladiator, as his father, whom his mother, Nymphidia, fell in love with, since he was famous in his own right and he bore a greater resemblance to him. Still, although he definitely acknowledged Nymphidia as his mother, he believed he alone was responsible for Nero's downfall and thought he wasn’t sufficiently rewarded with the honors and wealth he had (even though he had Sporus, whom he called his consort and summoned immediately while Nero’s body was still burning on the pyre, referring to him as Poppaea). He felt he should also aim for the empire. In Rome, he had secret supporters, including some women and members of the senate, who were working behind the scenes to help him. He even sent one of his friends, named Gellianus, to Spain to assess the situation.
But all things succeeded well with Galba after Nero’s death; only Virginius Rufus, still standing doubtful, gave him some anxiety, lest he should listen to the suggestions of some who encouraged him to take the government upon him, having, at present, besides the command of a large and warlike army, the new honors of the defeat of Vindex and the subjugation of one considerable part of the Roman empire, namely, the entire Gaul, which had seemed shaking about upon the verge of open revolt. Nor had any man indeed a greater name and reputation than Virginius, who had taken a part of so much consequence in the deliverance of the empire at once from a cruel tyranny and a Gallic war. But he, standing to his first resolves, reserved to the senate the power of electing an emperor. Yet when it was now manifest that Nero was dead, the soldiers pressed him hard to it, and one of the tribunes, entering his tent with his drawn sword, bade him either take the government or that. But after Fabius Valens, having the command of one legion, had first sworn fealty to Galba, and letters from Rome came with tidings of the resolves of the senate, at last with much ado he persuaded the army to declare Galba emperor. And when Flaccus Hordeonius came by Galba’s commission as his successor, he handed over to him his forces, and went himself to meet Galba on his way, and having met him, turned back to attend him; in all which no apparent displeasure nor yet honor was shown him. Galba’s feelings of respect for him prevented the former; the latter was checked by the envy of his friends, and particularly of Titus Vinius, who, acting in the desire of hindering Virginius’s promotion, unwittingly aided his happy genius in rescuing him from those hazards and hardships which other commanders were involved in, and securing him the safe enjoyment of a quiet life and peaceable old age.
But everything went well for Galba after Nero's death; only Virginius Rufus, still uncertain, caused him some worry, as he feared he might heed the advice of those encouraging him to seize power, especially since he not only commanded a large, battle-ready army but also had the new honors from defeating Vindex and controlling a significant part of the Roman Empire—specifically, all of Gaul, which had seemed on the brink of outright revolt. Virginius had a reputation greater than any other for playing such a crucial role in rescuing the empire from cruel tyranny and a Gallic war. However, he stuck to his initial resolution, leaving the decision of electing an emperor to the Senate. Yet, when it became clear that Nero was dead, the soldiers strongly urged him to take command, and one of the tribunes entered his tent with a drawn sword, demanding he either take control or face the consequences. But after Fabius Valens, commanding one legion, pledged his loyalty to Galba first, and when letters from Rome confirmed the Senate's decisions, he eventually managed to convince the army to declare Galba as emperor. When Flaccus Hordeonius arrived on behalf of Galba as his successor, he transferred his troops to him and went to meet Galba on his way. Once they met, he turned back to assist him; throughout this, he neither showed any visible displeasure nor received any significant honor. Galba’s respect for him prevented the former, while the latter was stifled by the jealousy of his peers, especially Titus Vinius, who, in trying to hinder Virginius’s rise, inadvertently helped save him from the dangers and difficulties that other commanders faced, allowing him to enjoy a peaceful life and a quiet old age.
Near Narbo, a city in Gaul, the deputation of the senate met Galba, and, after they had delivered their compliments, begged him to make what haste he could to appear to the people, that impatiently expected him. He discoursed with them courteously and unassumingly, and in his entertainment, though Nymphidius had sent him royal furniture and attendance of Nero’s, he put all aside, and made use of nothing but his own, for which he was well spoken of, as one who had a great mind, and was superior to little vanities. But in a short time, Vinius, by declaring to him that these noble, unpompous, citizen-like ways were a mere affectation of popularity and a petty bashfulness at assuming his proper greatness, induced him to make use of Nero’s supplies, and in his entertainments not to be afraid of a regal sumptuosity. And in more than one way the old man let it gradually appear that he had put himself under Vinius’s disposal.
Near Narbo, a city in Gaul, the senate's delegation met Galba and, after exchanging greetings, urged him to hurry to meet the people who were eagerly waiting for him. He spoke to them politely and without arrogance, and when he hosted them, even though Nymphidius had sent him royal furniture and attendants from Nero, he set it all aside and used only his own, which earned him praise as someone who was noble-minded and above petty concerns. However, soon after, Vinius convinced him that these noble, simple, citizen-like ways were just a show of seeking popularity and a minor reluctance to embrace his true greatness. This persuaded him to use Nero’s supplies and not shy away from a lavish hosting style. In several ways, the old man slowly showed that he had placed himself at Vinius’s service.
Vinius was a person of an excessive covetousness, and not quite free from blame in respect to women. For being a young man, newly entered into the service under Calvisius Sabinus, upon his first campaign, he brought his commander’s wife, a licentious woman, in a soldier’s dress, by night into the camp, and was found with her in the very general’s quarters, the principia, as the Romans call them. For which insolence Caius Caesar cast him into prison, from whence he was fortunately delivered by Caius’s death. Afterwards, being invited by Claudius Caesar to supper, he privily conveyed away a silver cup, which Caesar hearing of, invited him again the next day, and gave order to his servants to set before him no silver plate, but only earthen ware. And this offense, through the comic mildness of Caesar’s reprimand, was treated rather as a subject of jest than as a crime. But the acts to which now, when Galba was in his hands and his power was so extensive, his covetous temper led him were the causes, in part, and in part the provocation, of tragical and fatal mischiefs.
Vinius was an extremely greedy person and not entirely innocent when it came to women. As a young man who had just joined Calvisius Sabinus's service during his first campaign, he sneaked his commander's wife, a promiscuous woman, into the camp in a soldier's outfit at night. He was caught with her in the general’s quarters, known as the principia by the Romans. For this outrageous behavior, Caius Caesar imprisoned him, but he was lucky enough to be released after Caius’s death. Later, when invited to dinner by Claudius Caesar, he secretly took a silver cup. When Caesar found out, he invited him to dinner again the next day and instructed his servants to serve him only on earthenware plates, not silver. This incident was treated more like a joke due to Caesar's lighthearted reprimand rather than a serious crime. However, the actions driven by Vinius’s greedy nature, especially when he was in Galba's favor and had considerable power, led to tragic and disastrous consequences.
Nymphidius became very uneasy upon the return out of Spain of Gellianus, whom he had sent to pry into Galba’s actions, understanding that Cornelius Laco was appointed commander of the court guards, and that Vinius was the great favorite, and that Gellianus had not been able so much as to come nigh, much less have any opportunity to offer any words in private, so narrowly had he been watched and observed. Nymphidius, therefore, called together the officers of the troops, and declared to them that Galba of himself was a good, well-meaning old man, but did not act by his own counsel, and was ill-guided by Vinius and Laco; and lest, before they were aware, they should engross the authority Tigellinus had with the troops, he proposed to them to send deputies from the camp, acquainting him that if he pleased to remove only these two from his counsel and presence, he would be much more welcome to all at his arrival. Wherein when he saw he did not prevail (it seeming absurd and unmannerly to give rules to an old commander what friends to retain or displace, as if he had been a youth newly taking the reins of authority into his hands), adopting another course, he wrote himself to Galba letters in alarming terms, one while as if the city were unsettled, and had not yet recovered its tranquillity; then that Clodius Macer withheld the corn-ships from Africa; that the legions in Germany began to be mutinous, and that he heard the like of those in Syria and Judaea. But Galba not minding him much nor giving credit to his stories, he resolved to make his attempt beforehand, though Clodius Celsus, a native of Antioch, a person of sense, and friendly and faithful to Nymphidius, told him he was wrong, saying he did not believe one single street in Rome would ever give him the title of Caesar. Nevertheless many also derided Galba, amongst the rest Mithridates of Pontus, saying, that as soon as this wrinkled, bald-headed man should be seen publicly at Rome, they would think it an utter disgrace ever to have had such a Caesar.
Nymphidius became quite anxious when Gellianus returned from Spain. He had sent Gellianus to investigate Galba's actions and realized that Cornelius Laco had been appointed commander of the court guards, with Vinius as the favorite. Gellianus hadn’t even managed to get close enough to speak privately, as he was being closely watched. Therefore, Nymphidius gathered the officers of the troops and told them that although Galba was a decent, well-meaning old man, he wasn’t making decisions for himself and was poorly advised by Vinius and Laco. He warned them that if they weren't careful, these two could take over the authority Tigellinus had with the troops. He suggested they send representatives from the camp to inform Galba that if he wanted to be more welcomed upon his arrival, he should remove these two from his counsel. When he realized this didn't work—since it seemed absurd and rude to instruct an experienced commander on who to keep or dismiss—he changed his approach. He wrote alarming letters to Galba, at times suggesting that the city was unstable and hadn’t regained its calm, at other times claiming that Clodius Macer was withholding the grain ships from Africa and that the legions in Germany were starting to rebel, with similar issues arising in Syria and Judea. However, Galba paid little attention to him and didn’t believe his claims. Nymphidius decided to act anyway, despite Clodius Celsus, a sensible friend from Antioch who was loyal to him, warning that he was mistaken and that he wouldn’t gain the title of Caesar in any part of Rome. Nonetheless, many also ridiculed Galba, including Mithridates of Pontus, who remarked that as soon as this wrinkled, bald man appeared publicly in Rome, it would be a disgrace to have ever considered him a Caesar.
At last it was resolved, about midnight, to bring Nymphidius into the camp, and declare him emperor. But Antonius Honoratus, who was first among the tribunes, summoning together in the evening those under his command, charged himself and them severely with their many and unreasonable turns and alterations, made without any purpose or regard to merit, simply as if some evil genius hurried them from one treason to another. “What though Nero’s miscarriages,” said he, “gave some color to your former acts, can you say you have any plea for betraying Galba in the death of a mother, the blood of a wife, or the degradation of the imperial power upon the stage and amongst players? Neither did we desert Nero for all this, until Nymphidius had persuaded us that he had first left us and fled into Egypt. Shall we, therefore, send Galba after, to appease Nero’s shade, and, for the sake of making the son of Nymphidia emperor, take off one of Livia’s family, as we have already the son of Agrippina? Rather, doing justice on him, let us revenge Nero’s death, and show ourselves true and faithful by preserving Galba.”
At last, around midnight, it was decided to bring Nymphidius into the camp and declare him emperor. However, Antonius Honoratus, who was the top tribune, gathered those under his command in the evening and strongly criticized himself and them for their countless unreasonable shifts and changes, made without any clear purpose or respect for merit, as if some evil force was pushing them from one betrayal to another. “Even if Nero’s failures,” he said, “gave some justification for your previous actions, can you really say you have any reason for betraying Galba through the death of a mother, the blood of a wife, or the disgrace of the imperial power in front of actors? We didn’t abandon Nero for all this until Nymphidius convinced us he had left us and ran off to Egypt. Should we then send Galba after him, to appease Nero’s spirit, and, to make the son of Nymphidia emperor, eliminate one of Livia’s family members, just like we have already done with the son of Agrippina? Instead, let’s ensure justice is done and avenge Nero’s death, showing our loyalty by protecting Galba.”
The tribune having ended his harangue, the soldiers assented, and encouraged all they met with to persist in their fidelity to the emperor, and, indeed, brought over the greatest part. But presently hearing a great shout, Nymphidius, imagining, as some say, that the soldiers called for him, or hastening to be in time to check any opposition and gain the doubtful, came on with many lights, carrying in his hand a speech in writing, made by Cingonius Varro, which he had got by heart, to deliver to the soldiers. But seeing the gates of the camp shut up, and large numbers standing armed about the walls, he began to be afraid. Yet drawing nearer, he demanded what they meant, and by whose orders they were then in arms; but hearing a general acclamation, all with one consent crying out that Galba was their emperor, advancing towards them, he joined in the cry, and likewise commanded those that followed him to do the same. The guard notwithstanding permitted him to enter the camp only with a few, where he was presently struck with a dart, which Septimius, being before him, received on his shield; others, however, assaulted him with their naked swords, and on his flying, pursued him into a soldier’s cabin, where they slew him. And dragging his body thence, they placed a railing about it, and exposed it next day to public view. When Galba heard of the end which Nymphidius had thus come to, he commanded that all his confederates who had not at once killed themselves should immediately be dispatched; amongst whom were Cingonius, who made his oration, and Mithridates, formerly mentioned. It was, however, regarded as arbitrary and illegal, and though it might be just, yet by no means popular, to take off men of their rank and quality without a hearing. For everyone expected another scheme of government, being deceived, as is usual, by the first plausible pretenses; and the death of Petronius Turpilianus, who was of consular dignity, and had remained faithful to Nero, was yet more keenly resented. Indeed, the taking off of Macer in Africa by Trebonius, and Fonteius by Valens in Germany, had a fair pretense, they being dreaded as armed commanders, having their soldiers at their bidding; but why refuse Turpilianus, an old man and unarmed, permission to try to clear himself, if any part of the moderation and equity at first promised were really to come to a performance? Such were the comments to which these actions exposed him. When he came within five and twenty furlongs or thereabouts of the city, he happened to light on a disorderly rabble of the seamen, who beset him as he passed. These were they whom Nero made soldiers, forming them into a legion. They so rudely crowded to have their commission confirmed, that they did not let Galba either be seen or heard by those that had come out to meet their new emperor; but tumultuously pressed on with loud shouts to have colors to their legion, and quarters assigned them. Galba put them off until another time, which they interpreting as a denial, grew more insolent and mutinous, following and crying out, some of them with their drawn swords in their hands. Upon seeing which, Galba commanded the horse to ride over them, when they were soon routed, not a man standing his ground, and many of them were slain, both there and in the pursuit; an ill omen, that Galba should make his first entry through so much blood and among dead bodies. And now he was looked upon with terror and alarm by any who had entertained contempt of him at the sight of his age and apparent infirmities.
After the tribune finished his speech, the soldiers agreed and encouraged everyone they encountered to stay loyal to the emperor, and they managed to convince most of them. But soon after hearing a loud shout, Nymphidius, wrongly thinking that the soldiers were calling for him, or rushing to prevent any opposition and win over the undecided, arrived with many torches, holding a speech written by Cingonius Varro, which he had memorized to deliver to the soldiers. However, when he saw the camp gates closed and many armed men gathered around the walls, he started to feel scared. As he approached, he asked what was happening and by whose orders they were armed; but when he heard a unanimous shout declaring Galba as their emperor, he joined in the cry and instructed those with him to do the same. Nevertheless, the guard allowed him to enter the camp only with a few people, where he was soon struck by a dart that Septimius, standing in front of him, caught on his shield; others, however, attacked him with their swords, and as he fled, they chased him into a soldier's cabin, where they killed him. Dragging his body out, they set up a barrier around it and displayed it for public viewing the next day. When Galba learned of Nymphidius's demise, he ordered the immediate execution of all his associates who hadn’t already killed themselves, including Cingonius, who had given the speech, and Mithridates, mentioned earlier. However, this was seen as arbitrary and illegal, and while it might have seemed justified, it was definitely unpopular to execute men of their rank and status without a chance for a hearing. Everyone expected a different kind of government, being misled, as is often the case, by the initial appealing claims; and the execution of Petronius Turpilianus, a former consul who had remained loyal to Nero, was especially resented. In fact, the deaths of Macer in Africa by Trebonius and Fonteius by Valens in Germany had some justification, as they were feared as commanding officers with their soldiers at their command; but why deny Turpilianus, an elderly and unarmed man, the opportunity to defend himself if any of the promised moderation and fairness were genuinely going to be upheld? Such were the opinions these actions generated against him. When he got within about twenty-five furlongs of the city, he happened upon a chaotic crowd of sailors who surrounded him as he passed. These were the men Nero had turned into soldiers, forming them into a legion. They crowded so rudely to have their commission confirmed that they prevented Galba from being seen or heard by those who came out to greet their new emperor; instead, they clamored loudly for banners for their legion and for their quarters to be assigned. Galba postponed their requests until later, which they took as a refusal, making them more insolent and rebellious, some brandishing their swords. Upon seeing this, Galba ordered the cavalry to ride over them, quickly scattering them, with no one standing their ground, and many were killed there and in the pursuit; it was a bad omen that Galba made his first entry amid so much bloodshed and dead bodies. Now he was looked at with fear and alarm by anyone who had previously underestimated him because of his age and obvious frailties.
But when he desired presently to let it appear what change would be made from Nero’s profuseness and sumptuosity in giving presents, he much missed his aim, and fell so short of magnificence, that he scarcely came within the limits of decency. When Canus, who was a famous musician, played at supper for him, he expressed his approbation, and bade the bag be brought to him; and taking a few gold pieces, put them in with this remark, that it was out of his own purse, and not on the public account. He ordered the largesses which Nero had made to actors and wrestlers and such like to be strictly required again, allowing only the tenth part to be retained; though it turned to very small account, most of those persons expending their daily income as fast as they received it, being rude, improvident livers; upon which he had further inquiry made as to those who had bought or received from them, and called upon these people to refund. The trouble was infinite, the exactions being prosecuted far, touching a great number of persons, bringing disrepute on Galba, and general hatred on Vinius, who made the emperor appear base-minded and mean to the world, whilst he himself was spending profusely, taking whatever he could get, and selling to any buyer. Hesiod tells us to drink without stinting of
But when he wanted to show how different he was from Nero’s extravagant way of giving gifts, he really missed the mark and fell so short of grandeur that he barely reached the level of decency. When Canus, a well-known musician, played for him at dinner, he showed his approval and asked for a bag to be brought to him. He took out a few gold coins and added them with the comment that it was from his own money, not from the public funds. He ordered that the gifts Nero had given to actors, wrestlers, and the like be returned, allowing only one-tenth to be kept; although this ended up being a tiny amount, since most of those people spent their earnings as quickly as they got them, living carelessly and without thought for the future. He then looked into who had bought or received from them and demanded those people to pay it back. This caused endless trouble, as the collections were pursued widely, affecting a large number of individuals, leading to shame for Galba and widespread resentment towards Vinius, who made the emperor seem small-minded and petty to everyone, while he himself was spending freely, taking whatever he could get, and selling to anyone who would buy.
The end and the beginning of the cask.
The end and the beginning of the barrel.
And Vinius, seeing his patron old and decaying, made the most of what he considered to be at once the first of his fortune and the last of it.
And Vinius, noticing that his patron was old and fading, took full advantage of what he thought was both the beginning of his fortune and the end of it.
Thus the aged man suffered in two ways: first, through the evil deeds which Vinius did himself, and, next, by his preventing or bringing into disgrace those just acts which he himself designed. Such was the punishing Nero’s adherents. When he destroyed the bad, amongst whom were Helius, Polycletus, Petinus, and Patrobius, the people mightily applauded the act, crying out, as they were dragged through the forum, that it was a goodly sight, grateful to the gods themselves, adding, however, that the gods and men alike demanded justice on Tigellinus, the very tutor and prompter of all the tyranny. This good man, however, had taken his measures beforehand, in the shape of a present and a promise to Vinius. Turpilianus could not be allowed to escape with life, though his one and only crime had been that he had not betrayed or shown hatred to such a ruler as Nero. But he who had made Nero what he became, and afterwards deserted and betrayed him whom he had so corrupted, was allowed to survive as an instance that Vinius could do anything, and an advertisement that those that had money to give him need despair of nothing. The people, however, were so possessed with the desire of seeing Tigellinus dragged to execution, that they never ceased to require it at the theater and in the race-course, till they were checked by an edict from the emperor himself, announcing that Tigellinus could not live long, being wasted with a consumption, and requesting them not to seek to make his government appear cruel and tyrannical. So the dissatisfied populace were laughed at, and Tigellinus made a splendid feast, and sacrificed in thanksgiving for his deliverance: and after supper, Vinius, rising from the emperor’s table, went to revel with Tigellinus, taking his daughter, a widow, with him; to whom Tigellinus presented his compliments, with a gift of twenty-five myriads of money, and bade the superintendent of his concubines take off a rich necklace from her own neck and tie it about hers, the value of it being estimated at fifteen myriads.
The old man suffered in two ways: first, because of the evil actions Vinius committed himself, and second, by his stopping or ruining the just actions that he had planned. This is how Nero’s supporters were punished. When he eliminated the wrongdoers, including Helius, Polycletus, Petinus, and Patrobius, the people loudly applauded, declaring it was a sight pleasing to the gods as they were dragged through the forum. However, they added that both the gods and men demanded justice for Tigellinus, the very one who had taught and encouraged all the tyranny. This good man had prepared in advance by giving a gift and a promise to Vinius. Turpilianus could not be allowed to survive, despite having committed only one crime: not betraying or showing hatred towards a ruler like Nero. Yet the one who had made Nero who he became, and later abandoned and betrayed him, was allowed to live as proof that Vinius could do anything, serving as a reminder that those with money to offer him had nothing to fear. However, the people were so eager to see Tigellinus executed that they continuously demanded it at the theater and during races until an edict from the emperor himself stopped them, stating that Tigellinus would not be around much longer due to a wasting illness and requesting that they not portray his rule as cruel and tyrannical. The frustrated crowd became a subject of mockery, while Tigellinus enjoyed a lavish feast and offered sacrifices in gratitude for his escape. After dinner, Vinius rose from the emperor’s table and went to celebrate with Tigellinus, taking his daughter, a widow, with him. Tigellinus greeted her with a gift of twenty-five myriads of money and instructed the head of his concubines to remove a valuable necklace from her own neck and put it around the widow’s neck, with its worth estimated at fifteen myriads.
After this, even reasonable acts were censured; as, for example, the treatment of the Gauls who had been in the conspiracy with Vindex. For people looked upon their abatement of tribute and admission to citizenship as a piece, not of clemency on the part of Galba, but of money-making on that of Vinius. And thus the mass of the people began to look with dislike upon the government. The soldiers were kept on a while in expectation of the promised donative, supposing that if they did not receive the full, yet they should have at least as much as Nero gave them. But when Galba, on hearing they began to complain, declared greatly, and like a general, that he was used to enlist and not to buy his soldiers, when they heard of this, they conceived an implacable hatred against him; for he did not seem to defraud them merely himself in their present expectations, but to give an ill precedent, and instruct his successors to do the like. This heart-burning, however, was as yet at Rome a thing undeclared, and a certain respect for Galba’s personal presence somewhat retarded their motions, and took off their edge, and their having no obvious occasion for beginning a revolution curbed and kept under, more or less, their resentments. But those forces that had been formerly under Virginius, and now were under Flaccus in Germany, valuing themselves much upon the battle they had fought with Vindex, and finding now no advantage of it, grew very refractory and intractable towards their officers: and Flaccus they wholly disregarded, being incapacitated in body by unintermitted gout, and, besides, a man of little experience in affairs. So at one of their festivals, when it was customary for the officers of the army to wish all health and happiness to the emperor, the common soldiers began to murmur loudly, and on their officers persisting in the ceremony, responded with the words, “If he deserves it.”
After this, even reasonable actions were criticized; for example, the treatment of the Gauls who had conspired with Vindex. People saw their reduced taxes and path to citizenship not as mercy from Galba, but as a way for Vinius to make money. As a result, the public started to view the government negatively. The soldiers waited a while for the promised bonus, thinking that if they didn’t get the full amount, they would at least receive as much as Nero had given them. But when Galba, upon hearing their complaints, declared firmly, like a general, that he was used to enlisting rather than buying his soldiers, they developed a deep resentment towards him. They felt he was not only cheating them in their current expectations but also setting a bad example for future leaders. However, this frustration was still unspoken in Rome, and a certain respect for Galba's presence somewhat slowed their reactions and blunted their anger. Their lack of clear reasons to start a revolution kept their resentments in check. Meanwhile, the troops who had previously been under Virginius and were now led by Flaccus in Germany, who prided themselves on their battle with Vindex, felt disappointed with their current situation and became unruly towards their leaders. They completely ignored Flaccus, who was limited by a persistent gout and lacked experience. So, at one of their festivals, when the officers were supposed to wish health and happiness to the emperor, the ordinary soldiers began to grumble loudly, and when their officers insisted on continuing the ceremony, they responded with the words, “If he deserves it.”
When some similar insolence was committed by the legions under Vitellius, frequent letters with the information came to Galba from his agents; and taking alarm at this, and fearing that he might be despised not only for his old age, but also for want of issue, he determined to adopt some young man of distinction, and declare him his successor. There was at this time in the city Marcus Otho, a person of fair extraction, but from his childhood one of the few most debauched, voluptuous, and luxurious livers in Rome. And as Homer gives Paris in several places the title of “fair Helen’s love,” making a woman’s name the glory and addition to his, as if he had nothing else to distinguish him, so Otho was renowned in Rome for nothing more than his marriage with Poppaea, whom Nero had a passion for when she was Crispinus’s wife. But being as yet respectful to his own wife, and standing in awe of his mother, he engaged Otho underhand to solicit her. For Nero lived familiarly with Otho, whose prodigality won his favor, and he was well pleased when he took the freedom to jest upon him as mean and penurious. Thus when Nero one day perfumed himself with some rich essence and favored Otho with a sprinkle of it, he, entertaining Nero next day, ordered gold and silver pipes to disperse the like on a sudden freely, like water, throughout the room. As to Poppaea, he was beforehand with Nero, and first seducing her himself, then, with the hope of Nero’s favor, he prevailed with her to part with her husband, and brought her to his own house as his wife, and was not content afterwards to have a share in her, but grudged to have Nero for a claimant, Poppaea herself, they say, being rather pleased than otherwise with this jealousy; she sometimes excluded Nero, even when Otho was not present, either to prevent his getting tired with her, or, as some say, not liking the prospect of an imperial marriage, though willing enough to have the emperor as her lover. So that Otho ran the risk of his life, and strange it was he escaped, when Nero, for this very marriage, killed his wife and sister. But he was beholden to Seneca’s friendship, by whose persuasions and entreaty Nero was prevailed with to dispatch him as praetor into Lusitania, on the shores of the Ocean; where he behaved himself very agreeably and indulgently to those he had to govern, well knowing this command was but to color and disguise his banishment.
When some similar disrespect was shown by the legions under Vitellius, Galba received frequent letters with updates from his agents. Alarmed by this and fearing he might be looked down upon not only for his age but also for not having an heir, he decided to adopt a distinguished young man and declare him his successor. At that time, in the city was Marcus Otho, a man of good family, but known since childhood as one of the most debauched, indulgent, and extravagant individuals in Rome. Just as Homer often calls Paris “the lover of fair Helen,” making a woman’s name his claim to fame as if he had nothing else to distinguish him, Otho was known in Rome mainly for his marriage to Poppaea, whom Nero desired when she was still the wife of Crispinus. However, respecting his own wife and fearing his mother, Nero secretly engaged Otho to pursue her. Nero was on friendly terms with Otho, whose extravagant lifestyle won him favor, and he enjoyed making jokes about Otho being petty and stingy. One day, when Nero perfumed himself with a rich fragrance and lightly sprayed Otho with it, the next day Otho entertained Nero and arranged for gold and silver pipes to disperse the same scent freely throughout the room, like water. As for Poppaea, he got to her before Nero did, seducing her himself and then persuading her to leave her husband in the hopes of winning Nero's favor. He then brought her to his house as his wife and wasn't satisfied just to share her, but was resentful of Nero's interest. It is said that Poppaea preferred this jealousy; she would sometimes exclude Nero even in Otho's absence, either to keep things fresh or because, as some suggest, she didn’t want to marry into the imperial family, but was willing to have the emperor as her lover. Otho risked his life, and it was surprising he escaped when Nero killed his own wife and sister over this very marriage. However, he was indebted to Seneca’s friendship, as Seneca persuaded Nero to send him off as praetor to Lusitania, by the ocean, where he governed pleasantly and indulgently, fully aware that this position was merely a pretense for his exile.
When Galba revolted from Nero, Otho was the first governor of any of the provinces that came over to him, bringing all the gold and silver he possessed in the shape of cups and tables, to be coined into money, and also what servants he had fitly qualified to wait upon a prince. In all other points, too, he was faithful to him, and gave him sufficient proof that he was inferior to none in managing public business. And he so far ingratiated himself, that he rode in the same carriage with him during the whole journey, several days together. And in this journey and familiar companionship, he won over Vinius also, both by his conversation and presents, but especially by conceding to him the first place, securing the second, by his interest, for himself. And he had the advantage of him in avoiding all odium and jealousy, assisting all petitioners, without asking for any reward, and appearing courteous and of easy access towards all, especially to the military men, for many of whom he obtained commands, some immediately from the emperor, others by Vinius’s means, and by the assistance of the two favorite freedmen, Icelus and Asiaticus, these being the men in chief power in the court. As often as he entertained Galba, he gave the cohort on duty, in addition to their pay, a piece of gold for every man there, upon pretense of respect to the emperor, while really he undermined him, and stole away his popularity with the soldiers.
When Galba rebelled against Nero, Otho was the first governor from any of the provinces to join him. He brought all the gold and silver he had, in the form of cups and tables, to be melted down into currency, along with the servants he had trained to serve a prince. In every other aspect, he was loyal to Galba and showed that he was second to none in handling public affairs. He ingratiated himself so well that he shared a carriage with Galba for several days during their journey. Through this trip and their close relationship, he also won over Vinius with his conversation and gifts, especially by giving Vinius priority while securing the second place for himself through his connections. He managed to avoid resentment and jealousy, assisting all who asked for help without seeking any rewards, and being approachable and courteous to everyone, especially the military. He obtained commands for many military men—some directly from the emperor and others through Vinius's influence, with the support of Galba's two favorite freedmen, Icelus and Asiaticus, who held significant power in the court. Whenever he hosted Galba, he gave the troops on duty, in addition to their regular pay, a gold coin for each soldier, claiming it was a sign of respect for the emperor, while in reality, he was undermining Galba and stealing his popularity with the soldiers.
So Galba consulting about a successor, Vinius introduced Otho, yet not even this gratis, but upon promise that he would marry his daughter, if Galba should make him his adopted son and successor to the empire. But Galba, in all his actions, showed clearly that he preferred the public good before his own private interest, not aiming so much to pleasure himself as to advantage the Romans by his selection. Indeed he does not seem to have been so much as inclined to make choice of Otho, had it been but to inherit his own private fortune, knowing his extravagant and luxurious character, and that he was already plunged in debt five thousand myriads deep. So he listened to Vinius, and made no reply, but mildly suspended his determination. Only he appointed himself consul, and Vinius his colleague, and it was the general expectation that he would declare his successor at the beginning of the new year. And the soldiers desired nothing more than that Otho should be the person.
So, while Galba was thinking about a successor, Vinius suggested Otho, but not without the condition that Otho would marry his daughter if Galba made him his adopted son and successor to the empire. However, Galba clearly showed in all his actions that he prioritized the public good over his own interests, not trying to please himself but to benefit the Romans with his choice. In fact, he didn’t seem very inclined to choose Otho, even if it meant inheriting his own wealth, since he was aware of Otho's extravagant and luxurious lifestyle and that he was already deep in debt—five thousand myriads deep. Galba listened to Vinius, didn’t respond, but gently postponed his decision. He appointed himself consul, with Vinius as his colleague, and there was a general expectation that he would announce his successor at the start of the new year. The soldiers wanted nothing more than Otho to be the one.
But the forces in Germany broke out into their mutiny whilst he was yet deliberating, and anticipated his design. All the soldiers in general felt much resentment against Galba for not having given them their expected largess but these troops made a pretense of a more particular concern, that Virginius Rufus was cast off dishonorably, and that the Gauls who had fought with them were well rewarded, while those who had refused to take part with Vindex were punished; and Galba’s thanks seemed all to be for him, to whose memory he had done honor after his death with public solemnities as though he had been made emperor by his means only. Whilst these discourses passed openly throughout the army, on the first day of the first month of the year, the Calends, as they call it, of January, Flaccus summoning them to take the usual anniversary oath of fealty to the emperor, they overturned and pulled down Galba’s statues, and having sworn in the name of the senate and people of Rome, departed. But the officers now feared anarchy and confusion, as much as rebellion; and one of them came forward and said: “What will become of us, my fellow-soldiers, if we neither set up another general, nor retain the present one? This will be not so much to desert from Galba as to decline all subjection and command. It is useless to try and maintain Flaccus Hordeonius, who is but a mere shadow and image of Galba. But Vitellius, commander of the other Germany, is but one day’s march distant, whose father was censor and thrice consul, and in a manner co-emperor with Claudius Caesar; and he himself has the best proof to show of his bounty and largeness of mind, in the poverty with which some reproach him. Him let us make choice of, that all may see we know how to choose an emperor better than either Spaniards or Lusitanians.” Which motion whilst some assented to, and others gainsaid, a certain standard-bearer slipped out and carried the news to Vitellius, who was entertaining much company by night. This, taking air, soon passed through the troops, and Fabius Valens, who commanded one legion, riding up next day with a large body of horse, saluted Vitellius emperor. He had hitherto seemed to decline it, professing a dread he had to undertake the weight of the government; but on this day, being fortified, they say, by wine and a plentiful noonday repast, he began to yield, and submitted to take on him the title of Germanicus they gave him, but desired to be excused as to that of Caesar. And immediately the army under Flaccus also, putting away their fine and popular oaths in the name of the senate, swore obedience to Vitellius as emperor, to observe whatever he commanded.
But the forces in Germany started their rebellion while he was still deliberating, and they acted before he could implement his plan. All the soldiers in general felt a lot of resentment towards Galba for not giving them the expected bonus, but these troops pretended to be particularly upset that Virginius Rufus had been dishonorably dismissed, while the Gauls who fought with them were well rewarded, and those who had refused to join Vindex were punished. It seemed that Galba’s gratitude was only directed towards him, honoring his memory after his death with public ceremonies as if he had only become emperor because of Virginius. As these discussions circulated among the army, on the first day of January, known as the Calends, Flaccus called them to take the usual oath of loyalty to the emperor, but they toppled and destroyed Galba’s statues, and after swearing in the name of the Senate and the people of Rome, they left. Meanwhile, the officers were just as worried about anarchy and chaos as they were about rebellion; one of them stepped forward and said: “What will happen to us, fellow soldiers, if we neither choose another general nor keep the one we have? This would not just be abandoning Galba but rejecting all authority and command. It’s pointless to try to support Flaccus Hordeonius, who is just a mere shadow of Galba. But Vitellius, the commander of the other Germany, is only a day's march away, whose father was censor and thrice consul, essentially co-emperor with Claudius Caesar; and he has well-documented generosity and an open mind, despite some blaming him for his poverty. Let us choose him, so everyone can see that we know how to pick an emperor better than the Spaniards or Lusitanians.” While some agreed and others disagreed with this proposal, a standard-bearer snuck off and informed Vitellius, who was entertaining guests that night. This news quickly spread through the troops, and the next day Fabius Valens, who commanded one legion, rode up with a large group of cavalry and greeted Vitellius as emperor. Until then, Vitellius had seemed reluctant, claiming he feared the burden of leadership; but that day, they say, bolstered by wine and a hearty lunch, he began to relent and accepted the title of Germanicus they offered him, but asked to be excused from the title of Caesar. Immediately, the army under Flaccus also discarded their grand and popular oaths in the name of the Senate and pledged loyalty to Vitellius as emperor, committing to follow whatever orders he gave.
Thus Vitellius was publicly proclaimed emperor in Germany; which news coming to Galba’s ear, he no longer deferred his adoption; yet knowing that some of his friends were using their interest for Dolabella, and the greatest number of them for Otho, neither of whom he approved of, on a sudden, without anyone’s privity, he sent for Piso, the son of Crassus and Scribonia, whom Nero slew, a young man in general of excellent dispositions for virtue, but his most eminent qualities those of steadiness and austere gravity. And so he set out to go to the camp to declare him Caesar and successor to the empire. But at his very first going forth, many signs appeared in the heavens, and when he began to make a speech to the soldiers, partly extempore, and partly reading it, the frequent claps of thunder and flashes of lightning and the violent storm of rain that burst on both the camp and the city were plain discoveries that the divine powers did not look with favor or satisfaction on this act of adoption, that would come to no good result. The soldiers, also, showed symptoms of hidden discontent, and wore sullen looks, no distribution of money being even now made to them. However, those that were present and observed Piso’s countenance and voice could not but feel admiration to see him so little overcome by so great a favor, of the magnitude of which at the same time he seemed not at all insensible. Otho’s aspect, on the other hand, did not fail to let many marks appear of his bitterness and anger at his disappointment; since to have been the first man thought of for it, and to have come to the very point of being chosen, and now to be put by, was in his feelings a sign of the displeasure and ill-will of Galba towards him. This filled him with fears and apprehensions, and sent him home with a mind full of various passions, whilst he dreaded Piso, hated Galba, and was full of wrath and indignation against Vinius. And the Chaldeans and soothsayers about him would not permit him to lay aside his hopes or quit his design, chiefly Ptolemaeus, insisting much on a prediction he had made, that Nero should not murder Otho, but he himself should die first, and Otho succeed as emperor; for the first proving true, he thought he could not distrust the rest. But none perhaps stimulated him more than those that professed privately to pity his hard fate and compassionate him for being thus ungratefully dealt with by Galba; especially Nymphidius’s and Tigellinus’s creatures, who, being now cast off and reduced to low estate, were eager to put themselves upon him, exclaiming at the indignity he had suffered, and provoking him to revenge himself.
Thus, Vitellius was publicly declared emperor in Germany. When Galba heard this news, he didn’t delay his adoption any longer. However, knowing that some of his friends were lobbying for Dolabella, and most of them for Otho—neither of whom he supported—he suddenly called for Piso, the son of Crassus and Scribonia, whom Nero had killed. Piso was a young man generally known for his virtuous character, particularly his steadiness and serious demeanor. So, he set out to the camp to announce him as Caesar and his successor to the empire. But as he left, many signs appeared in the sky, and when he began to speak to the soldiers—partly off the cuff and partly reading a prepared speech—there were frequent claps of thunder, flashes of lightning, and a heavy rainstorm that descended on both the camp and the city, clearly indicating that the divine powers were not in favor of this adoption, which would likely lead to bad outcomes. The soldiers also showed signs of hidden discontent and wore gloomy expressions, especially since no money was being distributed to them at that moment. However, those who were present and noticed Piso's demeanor and voice couldn't help but admire how he remained composed despite such great favor, which he seemed to acknowledge but not be overwhelmed by. In contrast, Otho's expression revealed his bitterness and anger at his disappointment; being the first person considered for the position and nearly being chosen, only to be passed over, felt like a clear sign of Galba's displeasure and animosity toward him. This filled Otho with fear and anxiety, sending him home with a mind full of conflicting emotions as he feared Piso, hated Galba, and was furious with Vinius. The Chaldeans and soothsayers around him wouldn’t let him give up hope or abandon his ambitions, particularly Ptolemaeus, who insisted on a prediction he had made: that Nero wouldn’t kill Otho but would die first, allowing Otho to become emperor. Since the first part of the prediction had come true, he believed he could trust the rest. Perhaps none influenced him more than those who privately expressed sympathy for his unfortunate situation and lamented how Galba had treated him unfairly. This was especially true for the followers of Nymphidius and Tigellinus, who, now discarded and reduced to low status, were eager to align themselves with him, lamenting the indignity he had suffered and pushing him toward revenge.
Amongst these were Veturius and Barbius, the one an optio, the other a tesserarius (these are men who have the duties of messengers and scouts), with whom Onomastus, one of Otho’s freedmen, went to the camp, to tamper with the army, and brought over some with money, others with fair promises, which was no hard matter, they being already corrupted, and only wanting a fair pretense. It had been otherwise more than the work of four days (which elapsed between the adoption and murder) so completely to infect them as to cause a general revolt. On the sixth day ensuing, the eighteenth, as the Romans call it, before the Calends of February, the murder was done. On that day, in the morning, Galba sacrificed in the Palatium, in the presence of his friends, when Umbricius, the priest, taking up the entrails, and speaking not ambiguously, but in plain words, said that there were signs of great troubles ensuing, and dangerous snares laid for the life of the emperor. Thus Otho had even been discovered by the finger of the god; being there just behind Galba, hearing all that was said, and seeing what was pointed out to them by Umbricius. His countenance changed to every color in his fear, and he was betraying no small discomposure, when Onomastus, his freedman, came up and acquainted him that the master-builders had come, and were waiting for him at home. Now that was the signal for Otho to meet the soldiers. Pretending then that he had purchased an old house, and was going to show the defects to those that had sold it to him, he departed; and passing through what is called Tiberius’s house, he went on into the forum, near the spot where a golden pillar stands, at which all the several roads through Italy terminate.
Among those were Veturius and Barbius, one an optio and the other a tesserarius (they're the ones who act as messengers and scouts). Onomastus, one of Otho’s freedmen, went to the camp with them to sway the army, persuading some with money and others with nice promises, which wasn't too difficult since they were already corrupt and just looking for a good excuse. Otherwise, it would have taken more than four days (the time between the adoption and murder) to completely influence them into a general revolt. On the sixth day after this, the eighteenth, as the Romans called it, before the Calends of February, the murder happened. On that day, in the morning, Galba offered sacrifices in the Palatium in front of his friends. Umbricius, the priest, took up the entrails and spoke clearly, saying there were signs of great troubles ahead and dangerous traps laid for the emperor’s life. Thus, Otho had even been marked by the hand of the god, as he was right behind Galba, hearing everything said and seeing what Umbricius pointed out to them. His face changed to every color out of fear, and he showed notable distress when Onomastus, his freedman, approached him and informed him that the master-builders were waiting for him at home. That was the signal for Otho to meet the soldiers. So, pretending that he had bought an old house and was going to show the flaws to those who sold it to him, he left and went through what is called Tiberius’s house, heading into the forum, near the spot where a golden pillar stands, marking where all the roads through Italy end.
Here, it is related, no more than twenty-three received and saluted him emperor; so that, although he was not in mind as in body enervated with soft living and effeminacy, being in his nature bold and fearless enough in danger, nevertheless, he was afraid to go on. But the soldiers that were present would not suffer him to recede, but came with their drawn swords about his chair, commanding the bearers to take him up, whom he hastened on, saying several times over to himself, “I am a lost man.” Several persons overheard the words, who stood by wondering, rather than alarmed, because of the small number that attempted such an enterprise. But as they marched on through the forum, about as many more met him, and here and there three or four at a time joined in. Thus returning towards the camp, with their bare swords in their hands, they saluted him as Caesar; whereupon Martialis, the tribune in charge of the watch, who was, they say, noways privy to it, but was simply surprised at the unexpectedness of the thing, and afraid to refuse, permitted him entrance. And after this, no man made any resistance; for they that knew nothing of the design, being purposely encompassed by the conspirators, as they were straggling here and there, first submitted for fear, and afterwards were persuaded into compliance. Tidings came immediately to Galba in the Palatium, whilst the priest was still present and the sacrifices at hand, so that persons who were most entirely incredulous about such things, and most positive in their neglect of them, were astonished, and began to marvel at the divine event. A multitude of all sorts of people now began to run together out of the forum; Vinius and Laco and some of Galba’s freedmen drew their swords and placed themselves beside him; Piso went forth and addressed himself to the guards on duty in the court; and Marius Celsus, a brave man, was dispatched to the Illyrian legion, stationed in what is called the Vipsanian chamber, to secure them.
Here, it’s said that no more than twenty-three people accepted and hailed him as emperor. Even though he wasn’t physically weak due to a life of luxury and indulgence, and his nature was bold and fearless in the face of danger, he still felt afraid to move forward. However, the soldiers present wouldn’t let him back down; they surrounded his chair with their drawn swords, urging the bearers to lift him up. He rushed on, repeatedly telling himself, “I’m a lost man.” A few people nearby overheard him and were more curious than scared because of the small number attempting such a bold move. As they made their way through the forum, they were joined by a few more people here and there, until they returned to the camp with their swords in hand, greeting him as Caesar. At that point, Martialis, the tribune in charge of the watch—who reportedly had no idea about the plot and was simply caught off guard—allowed him entrance, scared to say no. From then on, no one resisted because those who were unaware of the plan, intentionally surrounded by the conspirators as they wandered around, first yielded out of fear and then were convinced to go along with it. News reached Galba in the Palatium while the priest was still present and the sacrifices were set up, leaving even those who were usually skeptical and dismissive of such matters astonished, marveling at the extraordinary event. A crowd of various people began to gather from the forum; Vinius and Laco, along with some of Galba’s freedmen, drew their swords and stood beside him; Piso went out to speak to the guards on duty in the courtyard; and Marius Celsus, a brave man, was sent to the Illyrian legion stationed in what’s called the Vipsanian chamber to secure their support.
Galba now consulting whether he should go out, Vinius dissuaded him, but Celsus and Laco encouraged him by all means to do so, and sharply reprimanded Vinius. But on a sudden a rumor came hot that Otho was slain in the camp; and presently appeared one Julius Atticus, a man of some distinction in the guards, running up with his drawn sword, crying out that he had slain Caesar’s enemy; and pressing through the crowd that stood in his way, he presented himself before Galba with his bloody weapon, who, looking on him, demanded, “Who gave you your orders?” And on his answering that it had been his duty and the obligation of the oath he had taken, the people applauded, giving loud acclamations, and Galba got into his chair and was carried out to sacrifice to Jupiter, and so to show himself publicly. But coming into the forum, there met him there, like a turn of wind, the opposite story, that Otho had made himself master of the camp. And as usual in a crowd of such a size, some called to him to return back, others to move forward; some encouraged him to be bold and fear nothing, others bade him be cautious and distrust. And thus whilst his chair was tossed to and fro, as it were on the waves, often tottering, there appeared first horse, and straightaway heavy-armed foot, coming through Paulus’s court, and all with one accord crying out, “Down with this private man.” Upon this, the crowd of people set off running, not to fly and disperse, but to possess themselves of the colonnades and elevated places of the forum, as it might be to get places to see a spectacle. And as soon as Atillius Vergilio knocked down one of Galba’s statues, this was taken as the declaration of war, and they sent a discharge of darts upon Galba’s litter, and, missing their aim, came up and attacked him nearer hand with their naked swords. No man resisted or offered to stand up in his defense, save one only, a centurion, Sempronius Densus, the single man among so many thousands that the sun beheld that day act worthily of the Roman empire, who, though he had never received any favor from Galba, yet out of bravery and allegiance endeavored to defend the litter. First, lifting up his switch of vine, with which the centurions correct the soldiers when disorderly, he called aloud to the aggressors, charging them not to touch their emperor. And when they came upon him hand to hand, he drew his sword, and made a defense for a long time, until at last he was cut under the knees and brought to the ground.
Galba was now considering whether he should go out. Vinius tried to talk him out of it, but Celsus and Laco urged him to go, sharply rebuking Vinius. Suddenly, a rumor spread quickly that Otho had been killed in the camp. Soon after, a man named Julius Atticus, who was somewhat notable in the guards, ran up with his sword drawn, declaring that he had killed Caesar’s enemy. Pushing his way through the crowd, he presented himself to Galba, brandishing his bloody weapon. Galba looked at him and asked, "Who gave you your orders?" When Atticus replied that it was his duty and obligation according to his oath, the crowd cheered loudly, and Galba got into his chair and was carried out to make a sacrifice to Jupiter and to appear in public. However, upon arriving at the forum, he encountered the opposite news, that Otho had taken control of the camp. As usual in a large crowd, some shouted for him to turn back, while others urged him to move forward. Some encouraged him to be brave and fear nothing, while others advised him to be cautious and distrustful. And as his chair swayed back and forth like it was on waves, horsemen and heavy infantry suddenly appeared from Paulus’s court, all shouting, "Down with this private man." The crowd then surged forward, not to escape and scatter, but to occupy the colonnades and elevated spots in the forum, as if trying to secure good views of a spectacle. Once Atillius Vergilio knocked down one of Galba’s statues, it was seen as a declaration of war. They hurled darts at Galba’s litter, but missing their target, they got closer and attacked him with their swords. No one resisted or tried to defend him, except for one person: a centurion named Sempronius Densus, the only man among thousands that day whom the sun saw act honorably for the Roman Empire. Even though he had never received any favors from Galba, he tried to protect the litter out of bravery and loyalty. First, raising his vine switch, with which centurions discipline wayward soldiers, he shouted at the attackers not to touch their emperor. When they came at him up close, he drew his sword and fought them off for a long time until he was finally cut down at the knees and fell to the ground.
Galba’s chair was upset at the spot called the Lacus Curtius, where they ran up and struck at him as he lay in his corslet. He, however, offered his throat, bidding them “Strike, if it be for the Romans’ good.” He received several wounds on his legs and arms, and at last was struck in the throat, as most say, by one Camurius, a soldier of the fifteenth legion. Some name Terentius, others Lecanius; and there are others that say it was Fabius Falulus, who, it is reported, cut off the head and carried it away in the skirt of his coat, the baldness making it a difficult thing to take hold of. But those that were with him would not allow him to keep it covered up, but bade him let everyone see the brave deed he had done; so that after a while he stuck upon the lance the head of the aged man that had been their grave and temperate ruler, their supreme priest and consul, and, tossing it up in the air, ran like a bacchanal, twirling and flourishing with it, while the blood ran down the spear. But when they brought the head to Otho, “Fellow-soldiers,” he cried out, “this is nothing, unless you show me Piso’s too,” which was presented him not long after. The young man, retreating upon a wound received, was pursued by one Murcus, and slain at the temple of Vesta. Titus Vinius was also dispatched, avowing himself to have been privy to the conspiracy against Galba by calling out that they were killing him contrary to Otho’s pleasure. However, they cut off his head, and Laco’s too, and brought them to Otho, requesting a boon.
Galba's chair was knocked over at a spot known as the Lacus Curtius, where they rushed in and attacked him while he lay in his armor. He, however, offered his throat, telling them, “Strike, if it’s for the good of the Romans.” He received multiple wounds on his legs and arms, and eventually was struck in the throat, as most say, by a soldier named Camurius from the fifteenth legion. Some say it was Terentius, others Lecanius; and there are some who claim it was Fabius Falulus, who reportedly cut off the head and carried it away in his coat, finding it difficult to grasp because of its baldness. But those with him wouldn’t let him keep it covered, insisting he show everyone the brave act he had accomplished; therefore, after a while, he mounted the head of their serious and moderate leader, their high priest and consul, on a lance and, tossing it in the air, ran around like a madman, waving it and dancing with it, while blood dripped down the spear. When they brought the head to Otho, he exclaimed, “Comrades, this means nothing unless you show me Piso’s too,” which was given to him shortly after. The young man, wounded, was chased down by a guy named Murcus and killed at the temple of Vesta. Titus Vinius was also killed, admitting that he had been part of the conspiracy against Galba by shouting that they were killing him against Otho’s wishes. However, they took off his head, and Laco’s too, and presented them to Otho, asking for a favor.
And as Archilochus says —
And as Archilochus puts it —
When six or seven lie breathless on the ground,
’Twas I, ’twas I, say thousands, gave the wound.
When six or seven lie breathless on the ground,
"It was me, it was me," say thousands, "who gave the wound."
Thus many that had no share in the murder wetted their hands and swords in blood, and came and showed them to Otho, presenting memorials suing for a gratuity. Not less than one hundred and twenty were identified afterwards from their written petitions; all of whom Vitellius sought out and put to death. There came also into the camp Marius Celsus, and was accused by many voices of encouraging the soldiers to assist Galba, and was demanded to death by the multitude. Otho had no desire for this, yet, fearing an absolute denial, he professed that he did not wish to take him off so soon, having many matters yet to learn from him; and so committed him safe to the custody of those he most confided in.
Many people who weren't involved in the murder still stained their hands and swords with blood and approached Otho, asking for rewards. Later, over one hundred and twenty were identified from their written requests, and Vitellius hunted them down and executed them all. Marius Celsus also entered the camp and was accused by many of encouraging the soldiers to support Galba, leading the crowd to call for his execution. Otho didn't want this, but fearing a flat refusal, he claimed he didn't want to kill him so soon, saying he still had a lot to learn from him; so he safely entrusted him to the care of those he trusted most.
Forthwith a senate was convened, and as if they were not the same men, or had other gods to swear by, they took that oath in Otho’s name which he himself had taken in Galba’s and had broken; and withal conferred on him the titles of Caesar and Augustus; whilst the dead carcasses of the slain lay yet in their consular robes in the marketplace. As for their heads, when they could make no other use of them, Vinius’s they sold to his daughter for two thousand five hundred drachmas; Piso’s was begged by his wife Verania; Galba’s they gave to Patrobius’s servants; who when they had it, after all sorts of abuse and indignities, tumbled it into the place where those that suffer death by the emperor’s orders are usually cast, called Sessorium. Galba’s body was conveyed away by Priscus Helvidius by Otho’s permission, and buried in the night by Argius, his freedman.
Right away, a senate was called together, and as if they were completely different people or had other gods to swear by, they took the oath in Otho’s name, which he himself had taken in Galba’s name and then broken. They also gave him the titles of Caesar and Augustus, while the dead bodies of those killed still lay in their consular robes in the marketplace. As for their heads, when they could no longer use them for anything else, they sold Vinius’s head to his daughter for two thousand five hundred drachmas; Piso’s was requested by his wife Verania; and they gave Galba’s to the servants of Petrobius, who, after enduring all kinds of abuse and indignities, tossed it into the place where those put to death by the emperor’s orders are usually thrown, called Sessorium. Galba’s body was taken away by Priscus Helvidius with Otho’s permission and buried at night by Argius, his freedman.
Thus you have the history of Galba, a person inferior to few Romans, either for birth or riches, rather exceeding all of his time in both, having lived in great honor and reputation in the reigns of five emperors, insomuch that he overthrew Nero rather by his fame and repute in the world than by actual force and power. Of all the others that joined in Nero’s deposition, some were by general consent regarded as unworthy, others had only themselves to vote them deserving of the empire. To him the title was offered, and by him it was accepted; and simply lending his name to Vindex’s attempt, he gave to what had been called rebellion before, the name of a civil war, by the presence of one that was accounted fit to govern. And, therefore, as he considered that he had not so much sought the position as the position had sought him, he proposed to command those whom Nymphidius and Tigellinus had wheedled into obedience, no otherwise than Scipio formerly and Fabricius and Camillus had commanded the Romans of their times. But being now overcome with age, he was indeed among the troops and legions an upright ruler upon the antique model; but for the rest, giving himself up to Vinius, Laco, and his freedmen, who made their gain of all things, no otherwise than Nero had done to his insatiate favorites, he left none behind him to wish him still in power, though many to compassionate his death.
So here’s the story of Galba, a man who was not inferior to many Romans, either in birth or wealth—actually surpassing most of his time in both. He lived with great honor and respect during the reigns of five emperors, to the point that he brought down Nero more because of his fame and reputation than through actual force and power. Among all those who participated in Nero’s downfall, some were generally seen as unworthy, while others only considered themselves deserving of the empire. The title was offered to him, and he accepted it; by simply lending his name to Vindex’s effort, he transformed what had been labeled as rebellion into a civil war, because of someone deemed fit to rule. Therefore, feeling that he hadn’t so much sought the position as the position had sought him, he intended to lead those whom Nymphidius and Tigellinus had convinced to obey, much like Scipio, Fabricius, and Camillus had led the Romans in their times. However, being overwhelmed by age, he was indeed a just ruler among the troops and legions, following the old model; but otherwise, he surrendered himself to Vinius, Laco, and his freedmen, who profited from everything, just like Nero had done with his greedy favorites. He left no one behind who wished him to remain in power, though many felt sorry for his death.
OTHO
The new emperor went early in the morning to the capitol, and sacrificed; and, having commanded Marius Celsus to be brought, he saluted him, and with obliging language desired him rather to forget his accusation than remember his acquittal; to which Celsus answered neither meanly nor ungratefully, that his very crime ought to recommend his integrity, since his guilt had been his fidelity to Galba, from whom he had never received any personal obligations. Upon which they were both of them admired by those that were present, and applauded by the soldiers.
The new emperor went to the capital early in the morning to make a sacrifice. He ordered Marius Celsus to be brought before him, greeted him, and in a friendly manner asked him to focus on forgetting the accusation rather than remembering his acquittal. Celsus replied, neither dismissively nor ungratefully, that his very crime should highlight his integrity, as his wrongdoing was rooted in his loyalty to Galba, from whom he had never received any personal favors. This exchange impressed everyone present, and the soldiers applauded them both.
In the senate, Otho said much in a gentle and popular strain. He was to have been consul for part of that year himself, but he gave the office to Virginius Rufus, and displaced none that had been named for the consulship by either Nero or Galba. Those that were remarkable for their age and dignity he promoted to the priest-hoods; and restored the remains of their fortunes, that had not yet been sold, to all those senators that were banished by Nero and recalled by Galba. So that the nobility and chief of the people, who were at first apprehensive that no human creature, but some supernatural penal, or vindictive power had seized the empire, began now to flatter themselves with hopes of a government that smiled upon them thus early.
In the Senate, Otho spoke in a gentle and appealing way. He was supposed to be consul for part of that year himself, but he handed the position over to Virginius Rufus and didn’t remove anyone who had been appointed to the consulship by either Nero or Galba. He promoted those who were distinguished by their age and dignity to the priesthoods and helped restore the fortunes of all the senators who had been exiled by Nero and brought back by Galba, as long as their property hadn’t been sold. So, the nobility and the leaders of the people, who at first feared that the empire had been taken over by some sort of supernatural force, began to feel hopeful about a government that was showing them favor so soon.
Besides, nothing gratified or gained the whole Roman people more than his justice in relation to Tigellinus. It was not seen how he was in fact already suffering punishment, not only by the very terror of retribution which he saw the whole city requiring as a just debt, but with several incurable diseases also; not to mention those unhallowed frightful excesses among impure and prostituted women, to which, at the very close of life, his lewd nature clung, and in them gasped out, as it were, its last; these, in the opinion of all reasonable men, being themselves the extremest punishment, and equal to many deaths. But it was felt like a grievance by people in general that he continued yet to see the light of day, who had been the occasion of the loss of it to so many persons, and such persons, as had died by his means. Wherefore Otho ordered him to be sent for, just as he was contriving his escape by means of some vessels that lay ready for him on the coast near where he lived, in the neighborhood of Sinuessa. At first he endeavored to corrupt the messenger, by a large sum of money, to favor his design; but when he found this was to no purpose, he made him as considerable a present, as if he had really connived at it, only entreating him to stay till he had shaved; and so took that opportunity, and with his razor dispatched himself.
Besides, nothing pleased or satisfied the entire Roman people more than his fairness regarding Tigellinus. It was clear that he was already enduring punishment, not only from the fear of the retribution that the whole city demanded of him, but also from several incurable diseases; not to mention those disgusting and immoral excesses with impure and degraded women, to which, at the very end of his life, his depraved nature clung, and in which he gasped out his final moments; these, according to all reasonable people, were the greatest punishment, equivalent to many deaths. However, the general public felt it was an injustice that he was still allowed to live, especially considering he was the cause of so many lives lost. Therefore, Otho ordered him to be summoned just as he was planning his escape with some ships waiting for him on the coast near where he lived, in the vicinity of Sinuessa. At first, he tried to bribe the messenger with a large sum of money to assist his plan; but when he realized this wouldn't work, he made the messenger a substantial gift, as if he were actually supporting him, only asking him to wait until he had shaved; and with that opportunity, he used his razor to take his own life.
And while giving the people this most righteous satisfaction of their desires, for himself he seemed to have no sort of regard for any private injuries of his own. And at first, to please the populace, he did not refuse to be called Nero in the theater, and did not interfere when some persons displayed Nero’s statues to public view. And Cluvius Rufus says, imperial letters, such as are sent with couriers, went into Spain with the name of Nero affixed adoptively to that of Otho; but as soon as he perceived this gave offense to the chief and most distinguished citizens, it was omitted.
And while giving the people the satisfaction of their desires, he seemed to have no concern for his own personal grievances. Initially, to win over the public, he didn’t mind being called Nero in the theater and didn’t stop some people from showing Nero’s statues publicly. Cluvius Rufus mentions that imperial letters, like those sent with couriers, were sent to Spain with Nero’s name added to Otho’s; however, once he noticed this upset the chief and most prominent citizens, it was removed.
After he had begun to model the government in this manner, the paid soldiers began to murmur, and endeavored to make him suspect and chastise the nobility, either really out of a concern for his safety, or wishing, upon this pretense, to stir up trouble and warfare. Thus, whilst Crispinus, whom he had ordered to bring him the seventeenth cohort from Ostia, began to collect what he wanted after it was dark, and was putting the arms upon the wagons, some of the most turbulent cried out that Crispinus was disaffected, that the senate was practicing something against the emperor, and that those arms were to be employed against Caesar, and not for him. When this report was once set afoot, it got the belief and excited the passions of many; they broke out into violence; some seized the wagons, and others slew Crispinus and two centurions that opposed them; and the whole number of them, arraying themselves in their arms, and encouraging one another to stand by Caesar, marched to Rome. And hearing there that eighty of the senators were at supper with Otho, they flew to the palace, and declared it was a fair opportunity to take off Caesar’s enemies at one stroke. A general alarm ensued of an immediate coming sack of the city. All were in confusion about the palace, and Otho himself in no small consternation, being not only concerned for the senators (some of whom had brought their wives to supper thither), but also feeling himself to be an object of alarm and suspicion to them, whose eyes he saw fixed on him in silence and terror. Therefore he gave orders to the prefects to address the soldiers and do their best to pacify them, while he bade the guests rise, and leave by another door. They had only just made their way out, when the soldiers rushed into the room, and called out, “Where are Caesar’s enemies?” Then Otho, standing up on his couch, made use both of arguments and entreaties, and by actual tears at last, with great difficulty, persuaded them to desist. The next day he went to the camp, and distributed a bounty of twelve hundred and fifty drachmas a man amongst them; then commended them for the regard and zeal they had for his safety, but told them, that there were some who were intriguing among them, who not only accused his own clemency, but had also misrepresented their loyalty; and, therefore, he desired their assistance in doing justice upon them. To which when they all consented, he was satisfied with the execution of two only, whose deaths he knew would be regretted by no one man in the whole army.
After he started shaping the government like this, the paid soldiers began to grumble and tried to make him suspicious of the nobility, either genuinely concerned for his safety or using that as a pretext to stir up trouble and conflict. Meanwhile, Crispinus, whom he had instructed to bring him the seventeenth cohort from Ostia, began gathering what he needed after dark and was loading the arms onto the wagons. Some of the most unruly cried out that Crispinus was disloyal, that the senate was plotting against the emperor, and that those arms were meant to be used against Caesar rather than for him. Once this rumor started circulating, it gained traction and ignited the passions of many; they erupted into violence, some seizing the wagons while others killed Crispinus and two centurions who tried to stop them. The whole group, armed and urging one another to support Caesar, marched to Rome. Hearing that eighty senators were having dinner with Otho, they rushed to the palace, claiming it was a perfect opportunity to eliminate Caesar’s enemies in one go. Panic spread about an imminent sack of the city. Confusion reigned around the palace, and Otho was quite alarmed, worried not only for the senators (some of whom had brought their wives to dinner) but also feeling like he himself was a target of suspicion, seeing their silent, fearful gazes fixed on him. He ordered the prefects to speak to the soldiers and calm them down while he instructed the guests to leave through another exit. They had just managed to get out when the soldiers burst into the room, shouting, “Where are Caesar’s enemies?” Otho then stood up on his couch, using both logic and pleas, and eventually with tears, he barely managed to persuade them to back off. The next day he went to the camp and handed out a bonus of twelve hundred and fifty drachmas to each soldier; he praised them for their concern for his safety but pointed out that there were some among them instigating trouble, who not only criticized his mercy but also twisted their loyalty. Therefore, he asked for their help in dealing with them. When they all agreed, he was satisfied with the execution of just two, knowing that nobody in the entire army would mourn their deaths.
Such conduct, so little expected from him, was rewarded by some with gratitude and confidence; others looked upon his behavior as a course to which necessity drove him, to gain the people to the support of the war. For now there were certain tidings that Vitellius had assumed the sovereign title and authority, and frequent expresses brought accounts of new accessions to him; others, however, came, announcing that the Pannonian, Dalmatian, and Moesian legions, with their officers, adhered to Otho. Erelong also came favorable letters from Mucianus and Vespasian, generals of two formidable armies, the one in Syria, the other in Judaea, to assure him of their firmness to his interest: in confidence whereof he was so exalted, that he wrote to Vitellius not to attempt anything beyond his post; and offered him large sums of money and a city, where he might live his time out in pleasure and ease. These overtures at first were responded to by Vitellius with equivocating civilities; which soon, however, turned into an interchange of angry words; and letters passed between the two, conveying bitter and shameful terms of reproach, which were not false indeed, for that matter, only it was senseless and ridiculous for each to assail the other with accusations to which both alike must plead guilty. For it were hard to determine which of the two had been most profuse, most effeminate, which was most a novice in military affairs, and most involved in debt through previous want of means.
Such behavior, which surprised many, earned him some gratitude and trust; others saw his actions as a necessary move to gain public support for the war. News had come that Vitellius had taken the title and power of a ruler, and there were frequent reports of new supporters joining him. However, there were also updates saying that the legions from Pannonia, Dalmatia, and Moesia, along with their officers, were loyal to Otho. Soon, positive letters arrived from Mucianus and Vespasian, commanders of two powerful armies—one in Syria and the other in Judea—assuring him of their loyalty to his cause. With this confidence, he felt so empowered that he wrote to Vitellius, advising him not to overstep his bounds, and offered him large sums of money along with a city where he could live comfortably. Initially, Vitellius responded with vague niceties, but this soon escalated into angry exchanges; letters were exchanged between the two, filled with harsh and humiliating insults that, while not untrue, were absurd and ridiculous as both had reasons to accuse each other. It was difficult to say which of the two was more extravagant, more effeminate, who was less experienced in military matters, and who had incurred more debt due to a lack of resources.
As to the prodigies and apparitions that happened about this time, there were many reported which none could answer for, or which were told in different ways, but one which everybody actually saw with their eyes was the statue in the capitol, of Victory carried in a chariot, with the reins dropped out of her hands, as if she were grown too weak to hold them any longer; and a second, that Caius Caesar’s statue in the island of Tiber, without any earthquake or wind to account for it, turned round from west to east; and this they say, happened about the time when Vespasian and his party first openly began to put themselves forward. Another incident, which the people in general thought an evil sign, was the inundation of the Tiber; for though it happened at a time when rivers are usually at their fullest, yet such height of water and so tremendous a flood had never been known before, nor such a destruction of property, great part of the city being under water, and especially the corn market, so that it occasioned a great dearth for several days.
Regarding the strange events and sightings that occurred around this time, many were reported that no one could explain, or they were told in different ways. However, one event that everyone witnessed was the statue of Victory in the Capitoline, shown in a chariot with the reins slipping from her hands, as if she had become too weak to hold them. Another was the statue of Caesar in the Tiber Island, which inexplicably turned from west to east without any earthquake or wind to cause it. It was said to have happened around the time when Vespasian and his supporters first began to assert themselves publicly. Additionally, a significant event that many people considered an ominous sign was the flooding of the Tiber. Even though it took place during a season when rivers are typically at their fullest, the level of water and the severity of the flood were unprecedented, leading to widespread property damage, with large parts of the city submerged, especially the grain market, which caused a major shortage of food for several days.
But when news was now brought that Caecina and Valens, commanding for Vitellius, had possessed themselves of the Alps, Otho sent Dolabella (a patrician, who was suspected by the soldiery of some ill design), for whatever reason, whether it were fear of him or of anyone else, to the town of Aquinum, to give encouragement there; and proceeding then to choose which of the magistrates should go with him to the war, he named amongst the rest Lucius, Vitellius’s brother, without distinguishing him by any new marks either of his favor or displeasure. He also took the greatest precautions for Vitellius’s wife and mother, that they might be safe, and free from all apprehension for themselves. He made Flavius Sabinus, Vespasian’s brother, governor of Rome, either in honor to the memory of Nero, who had advanced him formerly to that command, which Galba had taken away, or else to show his confidence in Vespasian by his favor to his brother.
But when news came that Caecina and Valens, leading forces for Vitellius, had taken control of the Alps, Otho sent Dolabella (a patrician, who the soldiers suspected of some bad intentions) for some reason, whether out of fear of him or someone else, to the town of Aquinum to offer encouragement there. He then proceeded to select which magistrates would accompany him to war, naming among others Lucius, Vitellius’s brother, without showing any new signs of support or disapproval. He also took great care to ensure the safety of Vitellius’s wife and mother, so they would be safe and free from worry. He appointed Flavius Sabinus, Vespasian’s brother, as governor of Rome, either in honor of Nero's memory, who had previously promoted him to that position before Galba removed him, or to demonstrate his confidence in Vespasian by favoring his brother.
After he came to Brixillum, a town of Italy near the Po, he stayed behind himself, and ordered the army to march under the conduct of Marius Celsus, Suetonius Paulinus, Gallus, and Spurina, all men of experience and reputation, but unable to carry their own plans and purposes into effect, by reason of the ungovernable temper of the army, which would take orders from none but the emperor whom they themselves had made their master. Nor was the enemy under much better discipline, the soldiers there also being haughty and disobedient upon the same account, but they were more experienced and used to hard work; whereas Otho’s men were soft from their long easy living and lack of service, having spent most of their time in theaters and at state-shows and on the stage; while moreover they tried to cover their deficiencies by arrogance and vain display, pretending to decline their duty not because they were unable to do the thing commanded but because they thought themselves above it. So that Spurina had like to have been cut in pieces for attempting to force them to their work; they assailed him with insolent language, accusing him of a design to betray and ruin Caesar’s interest; nay, some of them that were in drink forced his tent in the night, and demanded money for the expenses of their journey, which they must at once take, they said, to the emperor, to complain of him.
After he arrived in Brixillum, a town in Italy near the Po River, he decided to stay back and instructed the army to march under the leadership of Marius Celsus, Suetonius Paulinus, Gallus, and Spurina, all experienced and reputable men. However, they struggled to implement their plans because the army was unruly, only willing to take orders from the emperor they had chosen as their leader. The enemy's forces weren't much better disciplined either; their soldiers were also arrogant and insubordinate for the same reason, but they had more experience and were used to hard work. In contrast, Otho’s troops had become soft due to their prolonged comfortable lives and lack of military service, spending most of their time in theaters and at public events. They tried to mask their shortcomings with arrogance and showiness, claiming they refused to do their duty not because they couldn't, but because they considered themselves too good for it. Consequently, Spurina almost faced violence for attempting to make them work; they confronted him with disrespectful remarks, accusing him of plotting against Caesar's interests. In fact, some of them, drunk and belligerent, broke into his tent at night, demanding money for their journey, which they insisted they needed to take immediately to the emperor to lodge their complaints against him.
However, the contemptuous treatment they met with at Placentia did for the present good service to Spurina, and to the cause of Otho. For Vitellius’s men marched up to the walls, and upbraided Otho’s upon the ramparts, calling them players, dancers, idle spectators of Pythian and Olympic games, but novices in the art of war, who never so much as looked on at a battle; mean souls, that triumphed in the beheading of Galba, an old man unarmed, but had no desire to look real enemies in the face. Which reproaches so inflamed them, that they kneeled at Spurina’s feet, entreated him to give his orders, and assured him no danger or toil should be too great or too difficult for them. Whereupon when Vitellius’s forces made a vigorous attack on the town, and brought up numerous engines against the walls, the besieged bravely repulsed them, and, repelling the enemy with great slaughter, secured the safety of a noble city, one of the most flourishing places in Italy.
However, the disrespectful treatment they received at Placentia actually turned out to be beneficial for Spurina and for Otho's cause. Vitellius’s men marched up to the walls and insulted Otho’s troops on the ramparts, calling them actors, dancers, and lazy spectators of the Pythian and Olympic games, but inexperienced in warfare, having never even watched a battle; they considered them lowly souls who celebrated the execution of Galba, an unarmed old man, but had no wish to confront real enemies. These insults stirred them up so much that they knelt at Spurina’s feet, begging him to give his orders, assuring him that no danger or hardship would be too great or too difficult for them. Then, when Vitellius’s forces launched a strong attack on the town and brought many siege weapons against the walls, the defenders courageously pushed them back, inflicting heavy casualties on the enemy and securing the safety of a noble city, one of the most prosperous places in Italy.
Besides, it was observed that Otho’s officers were much more inoffensive, both towards the public and to private men, than those of Vitellius; among whom was Caecina, who used neither the language nor the apparel of a citizen; an overbearing, foreign-seeming man, of gigantic stature and always dressed in trews and sleeves, after the manner of the Gauls, whilst he conversed with Roman officials and magistrates. His wife, too, traveled along with him, riding in splendid attire on horseback, with a chosen body of cavalry to escort her. And Fabius Valens, the other general, was so rapacious, that neither what he plundered from enemies nor what he stole or got as gifts and bribes from his friends and allies could satisfy his wishes. And it was said that it was in order to have time to raise money that he had marched so slowly that he was not present at the former attack. But some lay the blame on Caecina, saying, that out of a desire to gain the victory by himself before Fabius joined him, he committed sundry other errors of lesser consequence, and by engaging unseasonably and when he could not do so thoroughly, he very nearly brought all to ruin.
Besides, it was noticed that Otho’s officers were much less aggressive, both towards the public and individuals, than those of Vitellius. Among them was Caecina, who neither spoke nor dressed like a citizen; he was an overbearing, foreign-looking man of enormous size, always wearing trousers and sleeves like the Gauls, even when talking to Roman officials and magistrates. His wife traveled with him, riding in elegant clothing on horseback, accompanied by a select group of cavalry. Fabius Valens, the other general, was so greedy that nothing he looted from enemies, nor what he stole or received as gifts and bribes from friends and allies, could satisfy him. It was said he marched so slowly to buy time to gather money, which is why he wasn’t present at the earlier attack. However, some blame Caecina, claiming that his desire to achieve victory on his own before Fabius arrived led him to make several minor mistakes, and by engaging at the wrong time and without full readiness, he nearly caused a disaster.
When he found himself beat off at Placentia, he set off to attack Cremona, another large and rich city. In the meantime, Annius Gallus marched to join Spurina at Placentia; but having intelligence that the siege was raised, and that Cremona was in danger, he turned to its relief, and encamped just by the enemy, where he was daily reinforced by other officers. Caecina placed a strong ambush of heavy infantry in some rough and woody country, and gave orders to his horse to advance, and if the enemy should charge them, then to make a slow retreat, and draw them into the snare. But his stratagem was discovered by some deserters to Celsus, who attacked with a good body of horse, but followed the pursuit cautiously, and succeeded in surrounding and routing the troops in the ambuscade; and if the infantry which he ordered up from the camp had come soon enough to sustain the horse, Caecina’s whole army, in all appearance, had been totally routed. But Paulinus, moving too slowly, was accused of acting with a degree of needless caution not to have been expected from one of his reputation. So that the soldiers incensed Otho against him, accused him of treachery, and boasted loudly that the victory had been in their power, and that if it was not complete, it was owing to the mismanagement of their generals; all which Otho did not so much believe as he was willing to appear not to disbelieve. He therefore sent his brother Titianus, with Proculus, the prefect of the guards, to the army, where the latter was general in reality, and the former in appearance. Celsus and Paulinus had the title of friends and counselors, but not the least authority or power. At the same time, there was nothing but quarrel and disturbance amongst the enemy, especially where Valens commanded; for the soldiers here, being informed of what had happened at the ambuscade, were enraged because they had not been permitted to be present to strike a blow in defense of the lives of so many men that had died in that action. Valens, with much difficulty, quieted their fury, after they had now begun to throw missiles at him, and quitting his camp, joined Caecina.
When he found himself beaten at Placentia, he set out to attack Cremona, another large and wealthy city. Meanwhile, Annius Gallus marched to join Spurina at Placentia; but after learning that the siege was lifted and that Cremona was in danger, he turned to assist it and set up camp near the enemy, where he was regularly joined by other officers. Caecina staged a strong ambush with heavy infantry in some rough, wooded area and instructed his cavalry to advance, retreat slowly if the enemy charged, and lure them into the trap. However, his plan was discovered by some deserters who informed Celsus, who then attacked with a good number of cavalry, but cautiously followed the pursuit and succeeded in surrounding and defeating the troops in the ambush. If the infantry he ordered from the camp had arrived in time to support the cavalry, it seemed like Caecina’s entire army would have been completely defeated. But Paulinus moved too slowly and was criticized for being overly cautious, which was unexpected from someone with his reputation. As a result, the soldiers turned Otho against him, accusing him of treachery and boasting that the victory was within their grasp, and that if it wasn’t complete, it was due to their generals’ mismanagement; Otho didn’t fully believe this but wanted to appear not to doubt it. He then sent his brother Titianus, along with Proculus, the prefect of the guards, to the army, where Proculus was the actual commander and Titianus was merely a figurehead. Celsus and Paulinus had the titles of friends and advisors, but no real authority or power. At the same time, there was nothing but conflict and unrest among the enemy, especially where Valens was in charge; the soldiers here, after hearing about what happened in the ambush, were furious that they had not been allowed to participate in defending the many lives lost in that battle. Valens, with great effort, calmed their anger after they had started throwing missiles at him, and then left his camp to join Caecina.
About this time, Otho came to Bedriacum, a little town near Cremona, to the camp, and called a council of war; where Proculus and Titianus declared for giving battle, while the soldiers were flushed with their late success, saying they ought not to lose their time and opportunity and present height of strength, and wait for Vitellius to arrive out of Gaul. But Paulinus told them that the enemy’s whole force was present, and that there was no body of reserve behind; but that Otho, if he would not be too precipitate, and choose the enemy’s time, instead of his own, for the battle, might expect reinforcements out of Moesia and Pannonia, not inferior in numbers to the troops that were already present. He thought it probable, too, that the soldiers, who were then in heart before they were joined, would not be less so when the forces were all come up. Besides, the deferring battle could not be inconvenient to them that were sufficiently provided with all necessaries; but the others, being in an enemy’s country, must needs be exceedingly straitened in a little time. Marius Celsus was of Paulinus’s opinion; Annius Gallus, being absent and under the surgeon’s hands through a fall from his horse, was consulted by letter, and advised Otho to stay for those legions that were marching from Moesia. But after all he did not follow the advice; and the opinion of those that declared for a battle prevailed.
Around this time, Otho arrived at Bedriacum, a small town near Cremona, to the camp and called a meeting to discuss strategy. Proculus and Titianus urged for an immediate battle since the soldiers were energized by their recent victory. They argued it was crucial to seize the moment and not wait for Vitellius to come from Gaul. However, Paulinus pointed out that the enemy's entire force was present, and there were no reserves behind them. He recommended that Otho should not rush into battle and instead wait for reinforcements from Moesia and Pannonia, which would be equal in number to the troops currently available. He believed that the soldiers, who were motivated before the reinforcements arrived, would be even more so once all the forces were assembled. Additionally, delaying the battle wouldn’t be a problem for those well-supplied, but the troops in enemy territory would soon face difficulties. Marius Celsus agreed with Paulinus, while Annius Gallus, who was injured from a fall and couldn't attend, was consulted by letter and advised Otho to wait for the legions coming from Moesia. Nevertheless, Otho ultimately ignored this advice, and the majority favoring immediate battle won out.
There are several reasons given for this determination, but the most apparent is this; that the praetorian soldiers, as they are called, who serve as guards, not relishing the military discipline which they now had begun a little more to experience, and longing for their amusements and unwarlike life among the shows of Rome, would not be commanded, but were eager for a battle, imagining that upon the first onset they should carry all before them. Otho also himself seems not to have shown the proper fortitude in bearing up against the uncertainty, and, out of effeminacy and want of use, had not patience for the calculations of danger, and was so uneasy at the apprehension of it, that he shut his eyes, and like one going to leap from a precipice, left everything to fortune. This is the account Secundus the rhetorician, who was his secretary, gave of the matter. But others would tell you that there were many movements in both armies for acting in concert; and if it were possible for them to agree, then they should proceed to choose one of their most experienced officers that were present; if not, they should convene the senate, and invest it with the power of election. And it is not improbable that, neither of the emperors then bearing the title having really any reputation, such purposes were really entertained among the genuine, serviceable, and sober-minded part of the soldiers. For what could be more odious and unreasonable than that the evils which the Roman citizens had formerly thought it so lamentable to inflict upon each other for the sake of a Sylla or a Marius, a Caesar or a Pompey, should now be undergone anew, for the object of letting the empire pay the expenses of the gluttony and intemperance of Vitellius, or the looseness and effeminacy of Otho? It is thought that Celsus, upon such reflections, protracted the time in order to a possible accommodation; and that Otho pushed on things to an extremity to prevent it.
There are several reasons given for this decision, but the most obvious one is this: the praetorian soldiers, who serve as guards, weren’t enjoying the military discipline they were starting to experience and were craving their fun and civilian lives among the shows of Rome. They didn’t want to be commanded and were eager for a battle, believing they would easily win at the first clash. Otho himself also seemed to lack the strength to handle the uncertainty, and out of weakness and lack of experience, he couldn’t bear to consider the dangers. He was so anxious about it that he shut his eyes, like someone about to jump off a cliff, leaving everything to chance. This is what Secundus the rhetorician, who was his secretary, said about the situation. But others would tell you that there were many plans in both armies to act together; if they could come to an agreement, they would choose one of their most experienced officers present; if not, they would call the senate together and give it the power to make the decision. It’s quite possible that neither of the emperors holding the title had any real reputation, and such thoughts were indeed entertained among the genuine, capable, and level-headed soldiers. For what could be more disgusting and unreasonable than that the terrible things the Roman citizens had once thought so tragic to do to each other for the sake of a Sulla or a Marius, a Caesar or a Pompey, should now happen again just to let the empire pay for the excesses and gluttony of Vitellius or the weakness and luxury of Otho? It is believed that Celsus, upon reflecting on this, delayed things hoping for a resolution; while Otho hurried things to avoid that.
He himself returned to Brixillum, which was another false step, both because he withdrew from the combatants all the motives of respect and desire to gain his favor, which his presence would have supplied, and because he weakened the army by detaching some of his best and most faithful troops for his horse and foot guards.
He went back to Brixillum, which was another mistake, because he removed all the reasons for the fighters to respect him and want to earn his favor that his presence would have provided, and he weakened the army by taking away some of his best and most loyal troops for his horse and foot guards.
About the same time also happened a skirmish on the Po. As Caecina was laying a bridge over it, Otho’s men attacked him, and tried to prevent it. And when they did not succeed, on their putting into their boats torchwood with a quantity of sulphur and pitch, the wind on the river suddenly caught their material that they had prepared against the enemy, and blew it into a light. First came smoke, and then a clear flame, and the men, getting into great confusion and jumping overboard, upset the boats, and put themselves ludicrously at the mercy of their enemies. Also the Germans attacked Otho’s gladiators upon a small island in the river, routed them, and killed a good many.
Around the same time, there was a skirmish on the Po River. While Caecina was building a bridge over it, Otho's troops launched an attack to stop him. When they didn’t succeed, they loaded their boats with kindling, sulfur, and pitch. Suddenly, the wind caught their materials and lit them on fire. It started with smoke and quickly turned into a bright flame, causing chaos among the men, who jumped overboard, capsizing the boats and hilariously putting themselves at the mercy of their enemies. Meanwhile, the Germans attacked Otho's gladiators on a small island in the river, overwhelmed them, and killed many.
All which made the soldiers at Bedriacum full of anger, and eagerness to be led to battle. So Proculus led them out of Bedriacum to a place fifty furlongs off, where he pitched his camp so ignorantly and with such a ridiculous want of foresight, that the soldiers suffered extremely for want of water, though it was the spring time, and the plains all around were full of running streams and rivers that never dried up. The next day he proposed to attack the enemy, first making a march of not less than a hundred furlongs; but to this Paulinus objected, saying they ought to wait, and not immediately after a journey engage men who would have been standing in their arms and arranging themselves for battle at their leisure, whilst they were making a long march with all their beasts of burden and their camp followers to encumber them. As the generals were arguing about this matter, a Numidian courier came from Otho with orders to lose no time, but give battle. Accordingly they consented, and moved. As soon as Caecina had notice, he was much surprised, and quitted his post on the river to hasten to the camp. In the meantime, the men had armed themselves mostly, and were receiving the word from Valens; so while the legions took up their position, they sent out the best of their horse in advance.
All of this filled the soldiers at Bedriacum with anger and a strong desire to fight. So, Proculus led them out of Bedriacum to a spot fifty furlongs away, where he set up camp so carelessly and with such a lack of planning that the soldiers struggled greatly due to a lack of water, even though it was spring, and the surrounding plains were filled with flowing streams and rivers that never ran dry. The next day, he planned to attack the enemy, first marching at least a hundred furlongs; but Paulinus disagreed, stating they should wait and not engage in battle immediately after a long journey, while the enemy would have been at ease, preparing for the fight as the soldiers struggled with their long march, their pack animals, and their camp followers. While the generals were debating this, a Numidian messenger arrived from Otho with orders to act quickly and engage in battle. So, they agreed and moved out. Once Caecina received the news, he was quite surprised and left his position by the river to rush to the camp. In the meantime, the soldiers had mostly armed themselves and were waiting for instructions from Valens; as the legions took their positions, they sent out their best cavalry ahead.
Otho’s foremost troops, upon some groundless rumor, took up the notion that the commanders on the other side would come over; and accordingly, upon their first approach, they saluted them with the friendly title of fellow-soldiers. But the others returned the compliment with anger and disdainful words; which not only disheartened those that had given the salutation, but excited suspicions of their fidelity amongst the others on their side, who had not. This caused a confusion at the very first onset. And nothing else that followed was done upon any plan; the baggage-carriers, mingling up with the fighting men, created great disorder and division, as well as the nature of the ground; the ditches and pits in which were so many, that they were forced to break their ranks to avoid and go round them, and so to fight without order and in small parties. There were but two legions, one of Vitellius’s, called The Ravenous, and another of Otho’s, called The Assistant, that got out into the open outspread level and engaged in proper form, fighting, one main body against the other, for some length of time. Otho’s men were strong and bold, but had never been in battle before; Vitellius’s had seen many wars, but were old and past their strength. So Otho’s legion charged boldly, drove back their opponents, and took the eagle, killing pretty nearly every man in the first rank, till the others, full of rage and shame, returned the charge, slew Orfidius, the commander of the legion, and took several standards. Varus Alfenus, with his Batavians, who are the natives of an island of the Rhine, and are esteemed the best of the German horse, fell upon the gladiators, who had a reputation both for valor and skill in fighting. Some few of these did their duty, but the greatest part of them made towards the river, and, falling in with some cohorts stationed there, were cut off. But none behaved so ill as the praetorians, who, without ever so much as meeting the enemy, ran away, broke through their own body that stood, and put them into disorder. Notwithstanding this, many of Otho’s men routed those that were opposed to them, broke right into them, and forced their way to the camp through the very middle of their conquerors.
Otho’s top troops, based on some unfounded rumor, began to believe that the commanders on the opposing side would join them. So, when the enemy first approached, they greeted them as fellow-soldiers. However, the others reacted with anger and scornful words, which not only discouraged those who had greeted them but also raised doubts about their loyalty among their own ranks. This led to chaos right from the start. The baggage carriers got mixed in with the combatants, causing significant disorder and division, compounded by the rough terrain filled with ditches and pits that forced them to break ranks to navigate around, resulting in disorganized fighting in small groups. Only two legions managed to engage in a more organized manner on the open ground: one of Vitellius’s, known as The Ravenous, and Otho’s, called The Assistant. They clashed as one main force against the other for an extended period. Otho’s troops were strong and bold but inexperienced in battle, while Vitellius’s had fought in many wars but were aging and less vigorous. Otho’s legion charged aggressively, pushed back their opponents, and captured the eagle, killing almost every man in the front line, until the others, filled with rage and humiliation, counterattacked, killed Orfidius, the legion commander, and seized several standards. Varus Alfenus, with his Batavians, who are natives of an island in the Rhine and considered the best German cavalry, attacked the gladiators, known for their courage and fighting skills. A few of them fought well, but most tried to escape towards the river and were cut off after running into some stationed cohorts. The praetorians performed the worst, as they fled without ever engaging the enemy, broke through their own ranks, and created confusion. Despite this, many of Otho’s men defeated their opponents, broke through their lines, and made their way to the camp right through the middle of their enemies.
As for their commanders, neither Proculus nor Paulinus ventured to reenter with the troops; they turned aside, and avoided the soldiers, who had already charged the miscarriage upon their officers. Annius Gallus received into the town and rallied the scattered parties, and encouraged them with an assurance that the battle was a drawn one and the victory had in many parts been theirs. Marius Celsus, collecting the officers, urged the public interest; Otho himself, if he were a brave man, would not, after such an expense of Roman blood, attempt anything further; especially since even Cato and Scipio, though the liberty of Rome was then at stake, had been accused of being too prodigal of so many brave men’s lives as were lost in Africa, rather than submit to Caesar after the battle of Pharsalia had gone against them. For though all persons are equally subject to the caprice of fortune, yet all good men have one advantage she cannot deny, which is this, to act reasonably under misfortunes.
As for their commanders, neither Proculus nor Paulinus dared to rejoin the troops; they stepped back and avoided the soldiers, who were already blaming their officers for the defeat. Annius Gallus took in the scattered groups and rallied them, reassuring them that the battle was a tie and that in many areas, they had actually won. Marius Celsus gathered the officers and emphasized the public interest; Otho himself, if he was truly brave, wouldn’t try anything further after such a loss of Roman lives; especially since even Cato and Scipio, despite the liberty of Rome being at stake, were criticized for being too reckless with the lives of so many brave men lost in Africa, rather than surrendering to Caesar after their defeat at Pharsalia. Because while everyone is equally vulnerable to the whims of fortune, all good people have one advantage she cannot take away, which is the ability to act rationally in times of misfortune.
This language was well accepted amongst the officers, who sounded the private soldiers, and found them desirous of peace; and Titianus also gave directions that envoys should be sent in order to a treaty. And accordingly it was agreed that the conference should be between Celsus and Gallus on one part, and Valens with Caecina on the other. As the two first were upon their journey, they met some centurions, who told them the troops were already in motion, marching for Bedriacum, but that they themselves were deputed by their generals to carry proposals for an accommodation. Celsus and Gallus expressed their approval, and requested them to turn back and carry them to Caecina. However, Celsus, upon his approach, was in danger from the vanguard, who happened to be some of the horse that had suffered at the ambush. For as soon as they saw him, they hallooed, and were coming down upon him; but the centurions came forward to protect him, and the other officers crying out and bidding them desist, Caecina came up to inform himself of the tumult, which he quieted, and, giving a friendly greeting to Celsus, took him in his company and proceeded towards Bedriacum. Titianus, meantime, had repented of having sent the messengers; and placed those of the soldiers who were more confident upon the walls once again, bidding the others also go and support them. But when Caecina rode up on his horse and held out his hand, no one did or said to the contrary; those on the walls greeted his men with salutations, others opened the gates and went out, and mingled freely with those they met; and instead of acts of hostility, there was nothing but mutual shaking of hands and congratulations, everyone taking the oaths and submitting to Vitellius.
This language was well received among the officers, who checked in with the private soldiers and found that they wanted peace. Titianus also ordered that envoys be sent to negotiate a treaty. It was agreed that the conference would be between Celsus and Gallus on one side, and Valens and Caecina on the other. As they were traveling, they encountered some centurions who informed them that the troops were already moving, marching toward Bedriacum, but that they had been sent by their generals to propose a settlement. Celsus and Gallus approved this and asked them to return and inform Caecina. However, when Celsus approached, he was in danger from the vanguard, which included some cavalry that had been involved in the earlier ambush. As soon as they spotted him, they shouted and rushed toward him; but the centurions stepped in to protect him, and the other officers shouted at them to stop. Caecina arrived to find out what was going on and managed to calm the situation. He greeted Celsus warmly, took him along, and they headed toward Bedriacum. Meanwhile, Titianus regretted sending the messengers and ordered some of the more confident soldiers back to the walls again, telling the others to support them. But when Caecina rode up on his horse and extended his hand, no one protested; those on the walls greeted his men, others opened the gates and went out to mingle freely with those they met. Instead of fighting, there were only handshakes and congratulations, with everyone taking oaths and pledging loyalty to Vitellius.
This is the account which the most of those that were present at the battle give of it, yet own that the disorder they were in, and the absence of any unity of action would not give them leave to be certain as to particulars. And when I myself traveled afterwards over the field of battle, Mestrius Florus, a man of consular degree, one of those who had been, not willingly, but by command, in attendance on Otho at the time, pointed out to me an ancient temple, and told me, that as he went that way after the battle, he observed a heap of bodies piled up there to such a height, that those on the top of it touched the pinnacles of the roof. How it came to be so, he could neither discover himself nor learn from any other person; as indeed, he said, in civil wars it generally happens that greater numbers are killed when an army is routed, quarter not being given, because captives are of no advantage to the conquerors; but why the carcasses should be heaped up after that manner is not easy to determine.
This is how most people who were present at the battle describe it, though they admit that their confusion and lack of coordinated action made it hard for them to be certain about the details. Later, when I visited the battlefield myself, Mestrius Florus, a man of consular rank who had been attending Otho at the time under orders, showed me an ancient temple and told me that as he passed by after the battle, he saw a mound of bodies piled up so high that those on the top were touching the roof. He couldn’t figure out how it happened and couldn’t get an explanation from anyone else; he said that in civil wars, more people tend to be killed when an army is defeated, since no quarter is given, as captives aren’t useful to the victors. However, he found it hard to understand why the bodies were stacked up that way.
Otho, at first, as it frequently happens, received some uncertain rumors of the issue of the battle. But when some of the wounded that returned from the field informed him rightly of it, it is not, indeed, so much to be wondered at that his friends should bid him not give all up as lost or let his courage sink; but the feeling shown by the soldiers is something that exceeds all belief. There was not one of them would either go over to the conqueror or show any disposition to make terms for himself, as if their leader’s cause was desperate; on the contrary, they crowded his gates, called out to him with the title of emperor, and as soon as he appeared, cried out and entreated him, catching hold of his hand, and throwing themselves upon the ground, and with all the moving language of tears and persuasion, besought him to stand by them, not abandon them to their enemies, but employ in his service their lives and persons, which would not cease to be his so long as they had breath; so urgent was their zealous and universal importunity. And one obscure and private soldier, after he had drawn his sword, addressed himself to Otho: “By this, Caesar, judge our fidelity; there is not a man amongst us but would strike thus to serve you;” and so stabbed himself. Notwithstanding this, Otho stood serene and unshaken, and, with a face full of constancy and composure, turned himself about and looked at them, replying thus: “This day, my fellow-soldiers, which gives me such proofs of your affection, is preferable even to that on which you saluted me emperor; deny me not, therefore, the yet higher satisfaction of laying down my life for the preservation of so many brave men; in this, at least, let me be worthy of the empire, that is, to die for it. I am of opinion the enemy has neither gained an entire nor a decisive victory; I have advice that the Moesian army is not many days’ journey distant, on its march to the Adriatic; Asia, Syria, and Egypt, and the legions that are serving against the Jews, declare for us; the senate is also with us, and the wives and children of our opponents are in our power; but alas, it is not in defense of Italy against Hannibal or Pyrrhus or the Cimbri that we fight; Romans combat here against Romans, and, whether we conquer or are defeated, our country suffers and we commit a crime: victory, to whichever it fall, is gained at her expense. Believe it many times over, I can die with more honor than I can reign. For I cannot see at all, how I should do any such great good to my country by gaining the victory, as I shall by dying to establish peace and unanimity and to save Italy from such another unhappy day.”
Otho, at first, like often happens, heard some uncertain rumors about the outcome of the battle. But when some wounded soldiers returned from the field and informed him accurately, it’s not surprising that his friends urged him not to give up or let his courage fade; but the devotion shown by the soldiers is beyond belief. Not one of them was willing to switch sides to the winner or to negotiate for themselves, as if their leader’s cause was hopeless; instead, they crowded around his gates, called him emperor, and as soon as he appeared, they shouted and begged him, grabbing his hand and throwing themselves on the ground, using all the heartfelt pleas and tears to urge him to stand by them, not to abandon them to their enemies, but to use their lives and loyalty in his service, which they vowed would belong to him as long as they lived; so urgent was their passionate and collective appeal. One unknown soldier, after drawing his sword, spoke to Otho: “With this, Caesar, judge our loyalty; there isn’t a single one of us who wouldn’t strike like this for you,” and then stabbed himself. Despite this, Otho remained calm and steadfast, and with a face full of determination and composure, he turned to look at them, responding: “This day, my fellow-soldiers, which shows me such proof of your loyalty, is even better than the day you declared me emperor; so please don’t deny me the even greater satisfaction of sacrificing my life for the sake of so many brave men; in this, let me at least be worthy of the empire, that is, to die for it. I believe the enemy hasn’t secured a total or decisive victory; I have word that the Moesian army is not far off, marching toward the Adriatic; Asia, Syria, and Egypt, along with the legions fighting against the Jews, are on our side; the senate supports us, and we have control over the wives and children of our opponents; but alas, we are not fighting to defend Italy against Hannibal or Pyrrhus or the Cimbri; Romans are battling Romans here, and whether we win or lose, our country suffers and we commit a crime: victory, whoever it goes to, comes at her expense. I can assure you, I can die with more honor than I can reign. For I cannot see how gaining victory would serve my country as much as dying to achieve peace and unity and to save Italy from such another tragic day.”
As soon as he had done, he was resolute against all manner of argument or persuasion, and taking leave of his friends and the senators that were present, he bade them depart, and wrote to those that were absent, and sent letters to the towns, that they might have every honor and facility in their journey. Then he sent for Cocceius, his brother’s son, who was yet a boy, and bade him be in no apprehension of Vitellius, whose mother and wife and family he had treated with the same tenderness as his own; and also told him that this had been his reason for delaying to adopt him, which he had meant to do, as his son; he had desired that he might share his power, if he conquered, but not be involved in his ruin, if he failed. “Take notice,” he added, “my boy, of these my last words, that you neither too negligently forget, nor too zealously remember, that Caesar was your uncle.” By and by he heard a tumult amongst the soldiers at the door, who were treating the senators with menaces for preparing to withdraw; upon which, out of regard to their safety, he showed himself once more in public, but not with a gentle aspect and in a persuading manner as before; on the contrary, with a countenance that discovered indignation and authority, he commanded such as were disorderly to leave the place, and was not disobeyed.
As soon as he finished, he was firm against any kind of argument or persuasion. Saying goodbye to his friends and the senators present, he told them to leave and wrote to those who were absent, sending letters to the towns so they could have all the honors and help needed for their journey. Then, he called for Cocceius, his brother’s son, who was still just a kid, and told him not to worry about Vitellius, who had treated his mother, wife, and family with the same care as his own. He explained that this was why he had delayed adopting him, which he intended to do as his son; he wanted him to share his power if he succeeded, but not be caught up in his downfall if he failed. “Remember,” he added, “my boy, these last words of mine, don’t forget them carelessly nor remember them too eagerly: Caesar was your uncle.” Soon after, he heard a commotion among the soldiers at the door, who were threatening the senators for preparing to leave. So, out of concern for their safety, he appeared in public once more, but not with a gentle demeanor as before; instead, with a face that showed anger and authority, he ordered those who were causing trouble to leave, and they complied.
It was now evening, and feeling thirsty, he drank some water, and then took two daggers that belonged to him, and when he had carefully examined their edges, he laid one of them down, and put the other in his robe, under his arm, then called his servants, and distributed some money amongst them, but not inconsiderately, nor like one too lavish of what was not his own; for to some he gave more, to others less, all strictly in moderation, and distinguishing every one’s particular merit. When this was done, he dismissed them, and passed the rest of the night in so sound a sleep, that the officers of his bedchamber heard him snore. In the morning, he called for one of his freedmen, who had assisted him in arranging about the senators, and bade him bring him an account if they were safe. Being informed they were all well and wanted nothing, “Go then,” said he, “and show yourself to the soldiers, lest they should cut you to pieces for being accessory to my death.” As soon as he was gone, he held his sword upright under him with both his hands, and falling upon it, expired with no more than one single groan, to express his sense of the pang, or to inform those that waited without. When his servants therefore raised their exclamations of grief, the whole camp and city were at once filled with lamentation; the soldiers immediately broke in at the doors with a loud cry, in passionate distress, and accusing themselves that they had been so negligent in looking after that life which was laid down to preserve theirs. Nor would a man of them quit the body to secure his own safety with the approaching enemy; but having raised a funeral pile, and attired the body, they bore it thither, arrayed in their arms, those among them greatly exulting, who succeeded in getting first under the bier and becoming its bearers. Of the others, some threw themselves down before the body and kissed his wound, others grasped his hand, and others that were at a distance knelt down to do him obeisance. There were some who, after putting their torches to the pile, slew themselves, though they had not, so far as appeared, either any particular obligations to the dead, or reason to apprehend ill usage from the victor. Simply it would seem, no king, legal or illegal, had ever been possessed with so extreme and vehement a passion to command others, as was that of these men to obey Otho. Nor did their love of him cease with his death; it survived and changed erelong into a mortal hatred to his successor, as will be shown in its proper place.
It was evening, and feeling thirsty, he drank some water, then took two of his daggers. After carefully checking their edges, he set one down and tucked the other under his arm in his robe. He called his servants and shared some money with them, but not extravagantly, and not as if it were his to give; he gave more to some, less to others, all in moderation, recognizing each person's particular merit. Once this was done, he dismissed them and spent the rest of the night sleeping so soundly that the officers in his chamber heard him snore. In the morning, he called for one of his freedmen, who had helped him arrange things with the senators, and asked him to check if they were safe. When he was told they were all well and wanted for nothing, he said, "Go then, and show yourself to the soldiers, or they might tear you apart for being involved in my death." As soon as the freedman left, he held his sword upright under him with both hands and fell on it, letting out just a single groan to express his pain or to alert those waiting outside. When his servants heard him, they cried out in grief, filling the whole camp and city with mourning. The soldiers rushed in through the doors with loud cries of distress, blaming themselves for neglecting to protect the life that had been sacrificed for theirs. Not one of them left the body to save themselves from the approaching enemy; they built a funeral pyre and dressed the body, carrying it away in arms, with those among them who got to the bier first feeling a sense of triumph. Some threw themselves down before the body and kissed his wound, others held his hand, and those further back knelt in respect. There were even some who lit their torches on the pyre and took their own lives, even though they apparently had no special obligation to the deceased or reason to fear mistreatment from the victor. It seemed that no king, lawful or unlawful, had ever had such a strong desire to command as these men had to obey Otho. Their love for him didn't end with his death; it quickly turned into a deadly hatred for his successor, as will be explained later.
They placed the remains of Otho in the earth, and raised over them a monument which neither by its size nor the pomp of its inscription might excite hostility. I myself have seen it, at Brixillum; a plain structure, and the epitaph only this: To the memory of Marcus Otho. He died in his thirty-eighth year, after a short reign of about three months, his death being as much applauded as his life was censured; for if he lived not better than Nero, he died more nobly. The soldiers were displeased with Pollio, one of their two prefects, who bade them immediately swear allegiance to Vitellius; and when they understood that some of the senators were still upon the spot, they made no opposition to the departure of the rest, but only disturbed the tranquillity of Virginius Rufus with an offer of the government, and moving in one body to his house in arms, they first entreated him, and then demanded of him to accept of the empire, or at least to be their mediator. But he, that refused to command them when conquerors, thought it ridiculous to pretend to it now they were beat, and was unwilling to go as their envoy to the Germans, whom in past time he had compelled to do various things that they had not liked; and for these reasons he slipped away through a private door. As soon as the soldiers perceived this, they owned Vitellius, and so got their pardon, and served under Caecina.
They buried Otho's remains and built a monument that was neither too large nor too elaborate to provoke resentment. I've seen it myself at Brixillum; it's a simple structure, with the epitaph reading: In memory of Marcus Otho. He died at thirty-eight, after a brief reign of about three months, his death celebrated as much as his life was criticized; for while he didn't live better than Nero, he died with more dignity. The soldiers were unhappy with Pollio, one of their two prefects, who told them to immediately pledge loyalty to Vitellius; and when they realized that some senators were still around, they didn't oppose the others' departure, but only disrupted Virginius Rufus's peace by offering him the role of leader and marching to his house armed. They first asked him nicely, then demanded that he accept the empire, or at least act as their mediator. But he, who had refused to lead them as victors, found it absurd to claim leadership now that they had lost, and he was reluctant to go as their envoy to the Germans, whom he had previously forced to comply against their will; for these reasons, he quietly left through a back door. Once the soldiers noticed this, they declared their loyalty to Vitellius, secured their amnesty, and began serving under Caecina.
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